Month: February 2016

Monday

Miscellaneous Rambling

Ceiling. TrastevereHappy leap year day. It may not seem like much, but the extra day adds a nice little boost for those professionals who get paid by the hour. Heh, heh, heh.

Ceiling. TrastevereHectic weekend, but due to an odd confluence of events, I actually had all seven kids home for about 75 minutes Friday night. It dawned on me suddenly as I was working my way through my third Tom Collins that this was the first time I’d had all seven kids home since Christmas, even if it was in a hectic party-like setting in my family room (fourteen people there total). Very nice, though I finally had to surrender to Hypnos and go to bed at 11:30.

Ceiling. TrastevereMan, I hate lice. This story bums me out: ‘Super lice’ outbreak hits 25 states. Michigan isn’t on the list. But Indiana is . . . and I sit on the border.

Ceiling. TrastevereThat last link came from the New York Post. I used to love the Post, but got away from it for some reason. I decided to check it out yesterday and ran across a few other interesting pieces, such as this one: Dying for fame: 21 reality stars commit suicide in past decade. I’ve never participated in a dead pool, but if I did, I think I’d load up on reality stars. There’s something about the extreme vainglory that seems to make them good candidates. (But hey, I’m still walking around.)

Ceiling. TrastevereI’m very glad to see this: “In 2014, the USCCB finished a two-year investigation into the Girl Scout organization, identifying multiple concerns with programming, advocacy efforts, and policies at Read the rest

Sunday

Candy that’s okay for Lent:

Kale bar

Of course, there’s no need to eat kale bars today. It’s the day of the resurrection, which trumps His death.

Whenever a Christian tells me it’s cheap to “cheat” on Sundays during Lent, I screw up the most self-righteous face possible and loftily say, “I happen to believe in the resurrection,” then turn on my heel and walk away with my chin in the air.

That usually wins ’em over … Read the rest

Saturday

It’s over:

Unless maybe:

And quite frankly, I don’t think Rubio can do it. It has to be Cruz. I could possibly support Cruz. He’s kinda considered an outsider in DC. Not Trump-outside, but he’s certainly not Obama-like-molded-by-the-political-establishment-inside. Rubio is.

The folks at Catholic Vote are going hard against Trump. Received in an email:

Rubio and Cruz finally called Trump’s bluff. Together they exposed his hypocrisy, lies, and double standards. Rubio mocked him for having no substantive plans other than his robotic “we’re going to win, win, win” while resorting to personal insults and childish antics.

Rubio also pummeled Donald Trump for hiring illegal immigrants, having his merchandise made in Mexico and China, and for scamming hard-working people out of tens of thousands of dollars with his now defunct Trump University.

Trump was stunned. The emperor candidate with no clothes was exposed.

As Marco Rubio said on the Today Show this morning, the truth is Donald Trump is a con man. He claims to be a friend of the working man but has hired Polish workers to build his Trump Towers. He blames American companies for moving to Mexico, but his Trump ties are made in Mexico! He calls himself pro-life but aggressively defends Planned Parenthood. He postures as the Republican champion, and yet he was writing checks to Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and John Kerry only a few years ago.

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Friday

This is a great list of facts.

And I think they’re true. I knew of a few of them already, and I spot-checked a handful of others to confirm their accuracy. I suspect you’re on firm ground if you use information from this list for your evening bar banter tonight after work. … Read the rest

Meyers

Lego has announced that to “mirror the world we live in today” the company will be adding working mom, handicapped, and stay-at-home dad figurines. Just a side note, the handicapped Lego figurine became disabled after he stepped on a Lego barefoot.… Read the rest

Wednesday

“Hampy lived out the principle of noblesse oblige—which is a fancy way of saying, “To whom much is given much shall be required.” Aristocrats who were responsible stewards of their wealth knew their duty was to help the whole community with their time, talent and treasure.”

I like that principle: noblesse oblige. It’s the motto of the high school National Honor Society. My four oldest children all got inducted, as did Marie. I didn’t. That means, I tell them, that it’s their duty to serve me.

I’ve gotten great mileage out of my plebeian status. … Read the rest