Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Farewell to Snow



We took advantage of one of the last Saturday nights of winter to enjoy the slopes at Pats Peak.
Here we are, chillin' out on the ski lift waiting to get to the top.


Nathaniel & Ana looked awesome in their sunglasses, until Nathaniel dropped his under the ski lift!!




He didn't really need them. He's a great skier anyway. You should have seen him going over the rolly pollies, until his skis were over his head, and eventually detached from his feet!!




Tim was a great skier who love the "wall" - he even went down a few blue square trails, and really kicked up the snow!!





Rose loved the glades, and did a great job navigating the trees!! Who wouldn't be a great skier with that scarf on??

Ana - coming in a for a crash landing... as was her usual.






The sign reads "Please use caution: Experts only". It was really too crowded for us on this trip, so we left this run for another day.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Sunday Bookstore

So, I went into a bookstore today to look around at, well, books. I won't say which bookstore. Its not THAT important. I was in particular need of a copy of the Inferno, but I wanted Mendelbaum's translation. So, I headed for the Literature and Fiction section. Sometimes, the larger chain store will split these two sections apart, and put more classical books into Literature, but I don't really think it matters since great works are always relevant. I couldn't find one anyway.

So, I started searching for the elusive "Classics" section which they sometimes put near Philosophy. Still nothing - it didn't exist. There was a strange temporary and very ill-displayed bunch of cheap versions of some of the classics, but I still couldn't find the Divine Comedy. With a sigh, I decided to find the Literary Criticism section to see if I could find anything about the Divine Comedy. There was no Literary Criticism section, it was simply called Literary.

Literary what?

In honor of Yeats, I leave you with:

A Coat
I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

The Redress of Poetry

"The world" is shocked by the reports that a group of third graders plotted to stab their teacher and clean up after the bloody mess. The media reported it, and people repeat the story, each with their own, or someone else's opinion about how this could happen. The favorite culprit, of course, if video games, the internet or television. I'm not one to say that any of these people are not correct. However, there has been a shift, some sort of a change in the way that media (by this term I mean any sort of communicative device, like a painting, a movie, etc.) influences and educates a human person.

A few years ago, I picked up a book written in 1978 that was a commentary on the way that television reflects society. The purpose of the book, however, was to propose that television is actually a way to reflect that way that society ought to be. Indeed, its authors are not newcomers to this idea. Literature itself has always proposed scenarios about how love stories "ought" to end. Romeo and Juliette, for example, is a story about families allowing their own hatred and ambition ignore the upbringing of their children. Their children, in turn, have nor moral compass to guide them through what they impetuously perceive as love. This scenario, is compounded by a foolish priest who suggests to them that they heal their families through a secret marriage. We all know the end of the story, but the real conclusion is the life lessons that can be learned through this tragedy. Don't ignore your children, don't trust the judgment of a 16 year old, and don't trust men who compare you to the moon. Shakespeare's success relies upon the fact that this scenario is timeless, and his stories are relevant to every age and culture.

Rather than using television then, to represent either what is, or what was, producers went another direction and proposed what they think ought to be without any moral compass, like Romeo and Juliette. But rather than what "ought to be" in a world where high ideals exist and the nobility of the human spirit reigns supreme, the media decided to represent "what's cool". What's cool, as William Faulkner explains is "not of the heart, but of the glands."

Others disagreed with this turn. Vice President Quayle chided Murphy Brown for glorifying single motherhood. People called him "behind the times" and others lauded Candace Bergman for representing what women "can attain" meaning a beautiful harmony involving a successful careers and joyful motherhood. While pundits plauded the show and the message it portrayed, the storyline itself is not sustainable. I cannot think of any popular sitcom at the moment that portrays a single working mom where there is no man in the picture. Not only does it not work in reality, it can't even work in the fictional world of television. Without realizing it, this experiment to show people what "ought to be" in this utopian world of high definition television is failing. It can't continue its own storyline.

However, that doesn't mean that the storyline is not being continued off the screen in the lives of hundreds of fans around the world. There is some collateral damage to this sort of experiment. A mother of an 8 year old girl told me that her daughter has started saying that she's "fat". The mother doesn't know where she gets it from because she watches very little television. The mother's instinct is key here - because this mom knows what messages her daughter will get if she does watch television. What the mom doesn't realize, is that she gets it from her friends at school who do watch television. She also gets it from the clothes stores that make clothes smaller and smaller for growing girls.

Seamus Heaney is an Irish poet from Derry, in northern Ireland. He grew up in a world of violence where the pronunciation of your name, Seamus or James, dictated whether or not you would get housing, food stamps, a job at the local factory or harrassed at the local checkpoint on main street. He left the north of Ireland amidst much criticism for abandoning his country. There was a lot of pressure for him to use his talent and his art to tell the story of what was happening. Yet, he went to the south of Ireland and purchased a small cottage where he could reflect on what ought to be, not what was. In his nobel prize acceptance speech, he quotes Wallace Stevens who says that "the nobility of poetry is a violence from within that protects us from a violence without." In other words, the struggles of life which can be fought through wars and violence, can be wrestled within the imagination, mitigating the violence that can occur in the world.

There are a large number of writers in recent years who have emerged from the violence of their own childhoods. Toni Morrison writes about slavery. Czeslaw Milosz survived in Warsaw during World War II and defected from the Soviet Union years later. These writers, if true to their craft, will use their writing to point to a world that ought to be. This world will include virtues such as perseverence, modesty, fortitude, bravery, kychekw`love, sacrifice and honor among others. For the poet to write about these "old verities" as William Faulkner explains in should be one of the "props, pillars to help [man] endure and prevail."

Television and other forms of media, like poetry, needs to come to terms with its responsibility in the world and its effects on those who view it. The Holy Father recently enjoined the media to consider developing a kind of info-ethics, akin to bio-ethics for the scientific community. Until all forms of media are willing to accept that words, images, pictures, and music actually mean something, third grade teacher ought to start packing heat.

Friday, April 04, 2008

This is What I Did to celebrate Easter

Othello had a great time visiting with the nephews in Delaware, until he went "wets" on me and one of the kids. Nicholas discovered a long lost friend in him and was sorely disappointed when Othello had to go home. It was quite sad.





We went to the park in Old New Castle (an oxymoron if ever there is one). And enjoyed the playground, the beach, the porta-potties and the basketball court.

We looked for treasure washed up along the shore, but we only found a few Spanish dubloons, and some trinkets from the Titanic. Nothing big.



Dominic and Isaiah went in search of clams... and some of those elusive buggers really had to be coaxed onto shore.










Isaiah proudly shows off his catch, while Alex shows fraternal joy in support of his brother.



















Kiernan has been dancing since he was in the womb, I'm told, and this shot proves that he only needed to find an appropriate dancing partner - one that could keep up with his smooth moves. Only the tide fits this bill.
Just hanging out with the nephews in the playground!

Our final trick of the day!!!

Monday, March 24, 2008

This is What its All About...

Magdi Allam Recounts His Path to Conversion

Benedict XVI Baptized the Journalist at Easter Vigil

VATICAN CITY, MARCH 23, 2008 (Zenit.org).- Here is a translation of Magdi Allam’s account of his conversion to Catholicism. The Muslim journalist was baptized by Benedict XVI at Saturday's Easter Vigil Mass in St. Peter's Basilica.
An abbreviated form of this account appeared as a letter to Paolo Mieli, the director of the Italian newspaper Corriere della Sera. Allam is the paper’s deputy director. The Italian version of the complete text is available at magdiallam.it.* * *

Dear Friends,
I am particularly happy to share with you my immense joy for this Easter of Resurrection that has brought me the gift of the Christian faith. I gladly propose the letter that I sent to the director of the Corriere della Sera, Paolo Mieli, in which I tell the story of the interior journey that brought me to the choice of conversion to Catholicism. This is the complete version of the letter, which was published by the Corriere della Sera only in part.* * *Dear Director,
That which I am about to relate to you concerns my choice of religious faith and personal life in which I do not wish to involve in any way the Corriere della Sera, which it has been an honor to be a part of as deputy director “ad personam” since 2003. I write you thus as protagonist of the event, as private citizen.
Yesterday evening I converted to the Christian Catholic religion, renouncing my previous Islamic faith. Thus, I finally saw the light, by divine grace -- the healthy fruit of a long, matured gestation, lived in suffering and joy, together with intimate reflection and conscious and manifest expression. I am especially grateful to his holiness Pope Benedict XVI, who imparted the sacraments of Christian initiation to me, baptism, confirmation and Eucharist, in the Basilica of St. Peter’s during the course of the solemn celebration of the Easter Vigil. And I took the simplest and most explicit Christian name: “Cristiano.” Since yesterday evening therefore my name is Magdi Crisitano Allam.
For me it is the most beautiful day of [my] life. To acquire the gift of the Christian faith during the commemoration of Christ’s resurrection by the hand of the Holy Father is, for a believer, an incomparable and inestimable privilege. At almost 56 […], it is a historical, exceptional and unforgettable event, which marks a radical and definitive turn with respect to the past. The miracle of Christ’s resurrection reverberated through my soul, liberating it from the darkness in which the preaching of hatred and intolerance in the face of the “different,” uncritically condemned as “enemy,” were privileged over love and respect of “neighbor,” who is always, an in every case, “person”; thus, as my mind was freed from the obscurantism of an ideology that legitimates lies and deception, violent death that leads to murder and suicide, the blind submission to tyranny, I was able to adhere to the authentic religion of truth, of life and of freedom.
On my first Easter as a Christian I not only discovered Jesus, I discovered for the first time the face of the true and only God, who is the God of faith and reason. My conversion to Catholicism is the touching down of a gradual and profound interior meditation from which I could not pull myself away, given that for five years I have been confined to a life under guard, with permanent surveillance at home and a police escort for my every movement, because of death threats and death sentences from Islamic extremists and terrorists, both those in and outside of Italy.
I had to ask myself about the attitude of those who publicly declared fatwas, Islamic juridical verdicts, against me -- I who was a Muslim -- as an “enemy of Islam,” “hypocrite because he is a Coptic Christian who pretends to be a Muslim to do damage to Islam,” “liar and vilifier of Islam,” legitimating my death sentence in this way. I asked myself how it was possible that those who, like me, sincerely and boldly called for a “moderate Islam,” assuming the responsibility of exposing themselves in the first person in denouncing Islamic extremism and terrorism, ended up being sentenced to death in the name of Islam on the basis of the Quran. I was forced to see that, beyond the contingency of the phenomenon of Islamic extremism and terrorism that has appeared on a global level, the root of evil is inherent in an Islam that is physiologically violent and historically conflictive.
At the same time providence brought me to meet practicing Catholics of good will who, in virtue of their witness and friendship, gradually became a point of reference in regard to the certainty of truth and the solidity of values. To begin with, among so many friends from Communion and Liberation, I will mention Father Juliàn Carròn; and then there were simple religious such as Father Gabriele Mangiarotti, Sister Maria Gloria Riva, Father Carlo Maurizi and Father Yohannis Lahzi Gaid; there was rediscovery of the Salesians thanks to Father Angelo Tengattini and Father Maurizio Verlezza, which culminated in a renewed friendship with major rector Father Pascual Chavez Villanueva; there was the embrace of top prelates of great humanity like Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone, Monsignor Luigi Negri, Giancarlo Vecerrica, Gino Romanazzi and, above all, Monsignor Rino Fisichella, who personally accompanied me in the journey of spiritual acceptance of the Christian faith.
But undoubtedly the most extraordinary and important encounter in my decision to convert was that with Pope Benedict XVI, whom I admired and defended as a Muslim for his mastery in setting down the indissoluble link between faith and reason as a basis for authentic religion and human civilization, and to whom I fully adhere as a Christian to inspire me with new light in the fulfillment of the mission God has reserved for me.
Mine was a journey that began when at four years old, my mother Safeya -- a believing and practicing Muslim -- in the first in the series of “fortuitous events” that would prove to be not at all the product of chance but rather an integral part of a divine destiny to which all of us have been assigned -- entrusted me to the loving care of Sister Lavinia of the Comboni Missionary Sisters, convinced of the goodness of the education that would be imparted by the Catholic and Italian religious, who had come to Cairo, the city of my birth, to witness to their Christian faith through a work aimed at the common good. I thus began an experience of life in boarding school, followed by the Salesians of the Institute of Don Bosco in junior high and high school, which transmitted to me not only the science of knowledge but above all the awareness of values.
It is thanks to members of Catholic religious orders that I acquired a profoundly and essentially an ethical conception of life, in which the person created in the image and likeness of God is called to undertake a mission that inserts itself in the framework of a universal and eternal design directed toward the interior resurrection of individuals on this earth and the whole of humanity on the day of judgment, which is founded on faith in God and the primacy of values, which is based on the sense of individual responsibility and on the sense of duty toward the collective. It is in virtue of a Christian education and of the sharing of the experience of life with Catholic religious that I cultivated a profound faith in the transcendent dimension and also sought the certainty of truth in absolute and universal values.
There was a time when my mother’s loving presence and religious zeal brought me closer to Islam, which I occasionally practiced at a cultural level and in which I believed at a spiritual level according to an interpretation that at the time -- it was the 1970s -- summarily corresponded to a faith respectful of persons and tolerant toward the neighbor, in a context -- that of the Nasser regime -- in which the secular principle of the separation of the religious sphere and the secular sphere prevailed.
My father Muhammad was completely secular and agreed with the opinion of the majority of Egyptians who took the West as a model in regard to individual freedom, social customs and cultural and artistic fashions, even if the political totalitarianism of Nasser and the bellicose ideology of Pan-Arabism that aimed at the physical elimination of Israel unfortunately led to disaster for Egypt and opened the way to the resumption of Pan-Islamism, to the ascent of Islamic extremists to power and the explosion of globalized Islamic terrorism.
The long years at school allowed me to know Catholicism well and up close and the women and men who dedicated their life to serve God in the womb of the Church. Already then I read the Bible and the Gospels and I was especially fascinated by the human and divine figure of Jesus. I had a way to attend Holy Mass and it also happened, only once, that I went to the altar to receive communion. It was a gesture that evidently signaled my attraction to Christianity and my desire to feel a part of the Catholic religious community.
Then, on my arrival in Italy at the beginning of the 1970s between the rivers of student revolts and the difficulties of integration, I went through a period of atheism understood as a faith, which nevertheless was also founded on absolute and universal values. I was never indifferent to the presence of God even if only now I feel that the God of love, of faith and reason reconciles himself completely with the patrimony of values that are rooted in me.
Dear Director, you asked me whether I fear for my life, in the awareness that conversion to Christianity will certainly procure for me yet another, and much more grave, death sentence for apostasy. You are perfectly right. I know what I am headed for but I face my destiny with my head held high, standing upright and with the interior solidity of one who has the certainty of his faith. And I will be more so after the courageous and historical gesture of the Pope, who, as soon has he knew of my desire, immediately agreed to personally impart the Christian sacraments of initiation to me. His Holiness has sent an explicit and revolutionary message to a Church that until now has been too prudent in the conversion of Muslims, abstaining from proselytizing in majority Muslim countries and keeping quiet about the reality of converts in Christian countries. Out of fear. The fear of not being able to protect converts in the face of their being condemned to death for apostasy and fear of reprisals against Christians living in Islamic countries. Well, today Benedict XVI, with his witness, tells us that we must overcome fear and not be afraid to affirm the truth of Jesus even with Muslims.
For my part, I say that it is time to put an end to the abuse and the violence of Muslims who do not respect the freedom of religious choice. In Italy there are thousands of converts to Islam who live their new faith in peace. But there are also thousands of Muslim converts to Christianity who are forced to hide their faith out of fear of being assassinated by Islamic extremists who lurk among us. By one of those “fortuitous events” that evoke the discreet hand of the Lord, the first article that I wrote for the Corriere on Sept. 3, 2003 was entitled “The new Catacombs of Islamic Converts.” It was an investigation of recent Muslim converts to Christianity in Italy who decry their profound spiritual and human solitude in the face of absconding state institutions that do not protect them and the silence of the Church itself. Well, I hope that the Pope’s historical gesture and my testimony will lead to the conviction that the moment has come to leave the darkness of the catacombs and to publicly declare their desire to be fully themselves. If in Italy, in our home, the cradle of Catholicism, we are not prepared to guarantee complete religious freedom to everyone, how can we ever be credible when we denounce the violation of this freedom elsewhere in the world? I pray to God that on this special Easter he give the gift of the resurrection of the spirit to all the faithful in Christ who have until now been subjugated by fear. Happy Easter to everyone.
Dear friends, let us go forward on the way of truth, of life and of freedom with my best wishes for every success and good thing.
Magdi Allam

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Yes, America...


I am still giddy about the Giants winning the Superbowl :)

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Star Wars - An untold Tale

Okay - so, over at Aimee's blog, there is the handsome and loquacious Xavier telling what REALLY happened during Star Wars, including the little know, yet vital contributions made by the Lego Warriors. However, I feel that I may have stumbled onto some very adept story tellers myself - here.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

A few new ones!!

1. Driving Deb's Jeep to the ocean
2. Taking the dogs on a picnic
3. Jumping in rain puddles (thanks LIZ!!)
4. Summer festivals
5. Outdoor theatres
6. Swimming in the ocean
7. Ice cream
8. Getting dark at 9:30pm
9. Road trips!!
10. Summer animals - deer, squirrels, bunnies, etc.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Summertime!!


So, in anticipation of summer - it has to come sometime, right - here are somethings I'd like to do.

1. Get a tan that does not involve a sock-tanline
2. Run a few more 5K's with the nieces...
3. Go to the ocean
4. Take a few road trips
5. Camp in Wyoming
6. Garden - a big bright full beautiful garden
7. Go to Nova Scotia
8. Write a children's book
9. Hike a few of the Presidentials
10. Picnic next to a waterfall
11. Go kayaking
12. Go canoing - with Kathy :)
13. Take the dogs to the beach
14. Get ice cream
15. Find an outdoor Shakespearian play
16. Read a book in the sun, and then take a nap
17. Take Aimee's kids to the zoo (Aimee & Will can come too!)
18. Celebrate Ana's graduation from college
19. Drink a cool glass of lemonade in the shade
20. Have an early morning breakfast outside

That's a good start anyway. When will winter end!!!

(*I have no idea who this child is!)

Monday, February 25, 2008

The Jeep - You Wouldn't Understand


So, living with your sisters is great - especially in a crisis. And this winter has seen precious few crisis, but we did have a rather entertaining one a few weeks ago.

I was wearing heels and a skirt. I want that fact to be perfectly clear when reading of the events that follow.

The other information that should be included is that we had a rainstorm the day before, and freezing cold temperatures the night before. Dad had plowed our driveway, and so the driveway was surrounded by four foot high solid ice walls of snow, hard as concrete. The driveway was a sheet of ice as well.

Okay, so Deb leaves for work first, and had backed her Jeep Wrangler Unlimited behind my car and Jenn's car. It was about halfway down the driveway. She got ready to leave at her typical 6:40am, and her car was dead. I went outside and realized that our cars were back to back making it impossible to jump Deb's car with my car. Let's try Jenn's. No problem. Of course, jumping the car didn't work, that would have been WAAAAYYY too easy.

So, we decided to push the Jeep Wrangler Unlimited, quintessential off-roading, good in any weather including missile showers in the middle of a war, vehicle off to the side of the driveway so that we could get a car around it. So, Jenn in her nightgown, me in my heels and Deb at the wheel. Push, push, push, slip on ice, push, push, push, slip on ice, push, push, push... take a break. And we'd moved the Jeep Wrangler Unlimited except when a little bit of ice and snow limits you, off-roading, good in any weather except for freezing ice and snow vehicle - about two inches. It took us about one hour to finally move the Jeep Unlimited, etc. far enough over to squeeze one of our "LIMITED" cars around in order to get out of the driveway.

Her car was out of commission for about two days while it recovered from the rivers it forded on the way home that day. Yes, rivers. It basked in the sun and had to dry out the starter motor.

The Jeep Unlimited is a lie.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

War War, what is it good for?

I woke up this Saturday morning and went to a horse farm with my sister to clean out the stalls. Afterwards, we followed our usual routine at stopping at a small-town cafe (St. George's in Henniker, NH) for two double chai tea lattes. As I waited for our drinks, I glanced over at the bulletin board that was covered with signs for Lab puppies, plowing services, various business cards and the typical mess that bulletin boards boast. I haven't been in this cafe for a while, and the only posting that was not unfamiliar to me was the picture of Russell Durgin. He smiles in this picture, wearing a black tux with a red tie and cumberbun. I think that this is a picture of him at his senior prom.

This picture reminds me of an event that my Mom told me about a few months ago. One of the young men from Henniker was being called to Iraq to serve his country. He was at daily Mass, as was Russell's mom. The community prayed for his safe return, while Russell's mom cried in the back of the church. She sobbed. The young man hugged her and promised that he'd return, a promise that both of them knew might be broken. I am very sad for this man's family, and for Russell's family.

As all these thoughts came flooding to mind, I see the headlines. Two mentally retarded women were strapped with explosives and sent into a busy market in Iraq. Soon after, these explosives were remotely denotated, killing these two innocent women and others in the market. Such cowardice is unspeakable. It is the cowardice that uses babies to protect murderers and terrorists. It is the cowardice that preys upon human decency for personal gain and ambition. It is the cowardice that uses drug money to support those who oppress, abuse and murder the most innocent in society.

As I drive over the Russell M. Durgin Memorial Bridge in Henniker, NH I pray for Russell's soul, and that his family receive comfort for their terrible and tragic loss. I also pray that his sacrifice, the sacrifice of his family and his community is not in vain. I pray that while some will choose to belittle their loss, and the loss to a small New England community, that even they will be safe from the harm that Russell fought against. I pray that the work that our soldiers are doing in Iraq will ensure a safe and secure America for many years to come.

The war in Iraq is not alot of words spoken on the floor of the senate. Its not about political posturing or rhetoric. The war is about small town communities offering their best and bravest young men and women to protect this way of life.
Not everyone is asked to make this sacrifice, only those strong enough to endure it.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

In honor of Catholic Schools Week

Gaudeamus igitur Let us rejoice therefore
Juvenes dum sumus While we are young.
Post jucundum juventutem After a pleasant youth
Post molestam senectutem After a troublesome old age
Nos habebit humus. The earth will have us.

Ubi sunt qui ante nos Where are they
In mundo fuere? Who were in the world before us?
Vadite ad superos You may cross over to heaven
Transite in inferos You may go to hell
Hos si vis videre. If you wish to see them.


Vita nostra brevis est Our life is brief
Brevi finietur. It will be finished shortly.
Venit mors velociter Death comes quickly
Rapit nos atrociter Atrociously, it snatches us away.
Nemini parcetur. No one is spared.

Vivat academia Long live the academy!
Vivant professores Long live the teachers!
Vivat membrum quodlibet Long live each male student!
Vivat membra quaelibet Long live each female student!
Semper sint in flore. May they always flourish!

Vivant et republica Long live the State
et qui illam regit. And the One who rules it!
Vivat nostra civitas, Long live our City
Maecenatum caritas And the charity of benefactors
Quae nos hic protegit. Which protects us here!

Pereat tristitia, Let sadness perish!
Pereant osores. Let haters perish!
Pereat diabolus, Let the devil perish!
Quivis antiburschius Let whoever is against our school
Atque irrisores. Who laughs at it, perish!

(vers. C. W. Kindeleben 1781)

Custer Battlefield Museum

We visited this place in Montana before meeting up with Kathy.

The staff are very personable and are willing to go to great lengths to secure your goodwill.


http://www.store.custermuseum.org/index.php

Monday, January 28, 2008

Cowgirl Up!

Finally, some pictures from our trip to Wyoming!!

Where Custer made his last stand, and Deb got her first proposal!!

Some creatures great:

And small:

All things wise:

and wonderful: The good Lord made them all:


Sunday, January 27, 2008

No Football!!


What do you do on a Sunday with no football to watch?


Monday, January 14, 2008

You know there are two giant newfoundlands living in your house when...


10. You check your clothes for slobber marks before leaving the house


9. You have to keep your shoes on very high shelves so they don't get chewed


8. You are accustomed to rolling up into a very tiny ball under your covers so they don't lick your face in the morning


7. You think extra black hair on a sweater looks nice


6. You stop wearing socks in the house because every time you sit down, the dogs sit on your feet to warm them


5. You start wearing shoes in the house so that you don't accidentally step in their giant water bowl


4. You start to think your dog might be onto something and that Chihuhuas might actually be a tasty treat


3. You live in constant fear that someone might want to ride in your car before you've had a free hour to de-hair it


2. You look at a grizzly bear and are completely unimpressed by the size


And the BEST reason to keep these giant creatures around:


1. You always feel skinny next to your 180 lb. dog


Thursday, January 10, 2008

I have nothiing funny or clever to say.
I learned how to do yoga today.
I noticed that the first two lines rhymed
So now I'm going to do couplets all of the time.
Tonight we'll have some wintry rain
And if we don't have a snow day, it'll be a pain.