Jenny

Well, I can hardly believe that the summer is coming to an end.  It feels like these last few months just flew by.  Wow.  I am sure that the kids heading back out to school this week probably all feel the same way as well.  Yep, this week also begins back to school for many of the kids that were off for the summer.  Ladies, this Monday, take a little extra care during the morning rush hour.  Watch out for the yellow school buses and the kids that will be getting on and off those buses.  Guys, remember when you see the flashing red lights, that means you have to stop, and yes, even if you are on the opposite side of the street, the rule applies to you as well.  No driving by while the school bus loads or unloads the kids.  Give yourselves a little extra travel time to work this week, traffic will probably be a bit heavier with the kids all heading back to school.

Hope you had a “greeat” summer as Tigger the tiger would say, and I hope the kids, had a great summer too.

Donna

DayOfDecision.org has announced that California’s Supreme Court will announce its decision on Proposition 8 tomorrow Tuesday, May 26, 2009.  Proposition 8 is a California ballot poroposition that was passed in the November 4, 2008, general election that changed the State of California’s Constitution; to restrict the definition of marriage to opposite-sex couples and eliminated same-sex couple’s right to marry.  The passing of this proposition did not affect the existing domestic partnerships in California.

What is interesting, is the fact that the campaign in favor of proposition 8 raised $39.9 million and the campaign against it raised $43.3 million, becoming the highest-funded campaign on any state ballot that day and surpassing every campaign in the country in spending except the presidential contest. 

Call me liberal or whatever you want to call me, but I strongly feel that our society has so many issues that requires funding that spending 80 million dollars for this is really a waste of money.  As Americans, we like to tell the world that we live in a free country where people are free to live up to their goals and ideals.  Let’s talk less and do more.  Let’s let them get married. 

Donna

The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, “I’ve some bad news.  You have cancer, and you’d best put your affairs in order.

The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.

“Well, daughter, I am going to call the office and take the day off.  I am sure my boss can survive without me today.  Let’s go out and let’s celebrate.  We women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don’t go so well. In this case, things aren’t well.  I have cancer. Let’s head to the club and have a martini.”

After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber.  There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman’s old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.

The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. “I’ve been diagnosed with AIDS.“

The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.

After the friends left, the woman’s daughter leaned over and whispered, “Momma? I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that???“

“Because, I don’t want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I’m gone!“

And THAT, my friends, is what is called, “Putting your Affairs in Order.“

Donna

For the past two months I’ve been asking my husband to put up the curtains in our daughter’s room.  Somehow, he was avoiding the task. 

Until I came across a quote from Ann Bancroft.

Ms. Bancroft said, “[t]he best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it.”

For a second I wonder if my husband would fit the “most husbands” category.  I was up for the challenge to find that out.  So, yesterday, while we were in the living room watching TV, I snuggled my Husband and softly said:

“Baby, I’ve been thinking, maybe I should contact a handyman to take care of the curtains.  You know, you are not 20 years old anymore and I would not like you to get hurt. What do you think?”

My Husband did not respond.

Later that afternoon, problem solved—curtains are up!

Thank you, Ms. Bancroft.