Michelle, not Barack.
Some time ago a friend of mine and I were discussing the idea that people would vote for Hillary Clinton simply because they wanted Bill back in the White House. I understand that desire, and the wish to return to simpler times with shorter wars (then known as peace-keeping missions) and a full and robust economy.
But, said friend and I agreed that if a person were to base their vote on spouses who needed a seat in the White House, both John Edwards and Barack Obama warranted another look.
Well, we see what happened with good ole John. I won't go into it here seeing as how you can read and read and read about John's transgressions and hypothesize if he has a love child. But, I also won't go into it mainly because if I didn't care about Bill Clinton's extramarital affairs, I can't care about John Edwards' either.
But I digress. Let's get back on track. Voting based on spouses. Michelle Obama. OK, now I'm there. If you didn't see her speech at the Democratic Convention last night, go watch it.
Really, go watch it. Now. It's about 20 minutes long and worth every second.
I cried. And I'm a strong enough woman to admit it.
L.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
I'm Alive!
No, really. I am!
I've been so completely swamped the last few weeks that the blog has been the furthest thing from my mind.
But, I am completely fine. The past few weeks have been crazy. First, we went to the lake where I have no access to the Internet tubes.
I returned to Little Rock where I spent the next two days driving around with out-of-towners showing off projects from the southeast border of our lovely state to the northeast corner, each night returning to Capital City too late to muster the energy for a post.
The next three days were spent wishing my colleague the very best before she moves to Romania with her boyfriend, so I couldn't even sneak a post in while at work.
Friday night I went out with said colleague and other coworkers to "have a few drinks". Of course, a friend from DC was in town and delightfully decided to join us. The next thing I know I'm in quite the drunken stupor at a bar in North Little Rock.
Saturday night was filled with more of the same with said friend from DC only this time my back was out. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I'm now in the running with Turner for lamest excuse for throwing a back out.
I was putting on a pair of jeans when my left foot got caught at the knee. I started to fall to the left, and turned to catch myself on the dresser. Yep, next think I know I'm sitting on the floor with shooting pains up my spine. But, no worries a few beers cleared up that pain and I made it out Saturday. Of course, I spent all day Sunday with an ice pack and a Ben-Gay patch.
So, today my back still hurts like hell. I'm still completely swamped at work seeing as how I managed to get little office work done last week, I have another friend from DC coming to town tomorrow, and I might manage to make it back to the lake this weekend (call me, Ash!).
Long story short: life is good, and I am, in fact, still alive. If only barely.
L.
I've been so completely swamped the last few weeks that the blog has been the furthest thing from my mind.
But, I am completely fine. The past few weeks have been crazy. First, we went to the lake where I have no access to the Internet tubes.
I returned to Little Rock where I spent the next two days driving around with out-of-towners showing off projects from the southeast border of our lovely state to the northeast corner, each night returning to Capital City too late to muster the energy for a post.
The next three days were spent wishing my colleague the very best before she moves to Romania with her boyfriend, so I couldn't even sneak a post in while at work.
Friday night I went out with said colleague and other coworkers to "have a few drinks". Of course, a friend from DC was in town and delightfully decided to join us. The next thing I know I'm in quite the drunken stupor at a bar in North Little Rock.
Saturday night was filled with more of the same with said friend from DC only this time my back was out. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I'm now in the running with Turner for lamest excuse for throwing a back out.
I was putting on a pair of jeans when my left foot got caught at the knee. I started to fall to the left, and turned to catch myself on the dresser. Yep, next think I know I'm sitting on the floor with shooting pains up my spine. But, no worries a few beers cleared up that pain and I made it out Saturday. Of course, I spent all day Sunday with an ice pack and a Ben-Gay patch.
So, today my back still hurts like hell. I'm still completely swamped at work seeing as how I managed to get little office work done last week, I have another friend from DC coming to town tomorrow, and I might manage to make it back to the lake this weekend (call me, Ash!).
Long story short: life is good, and I am, in fact, still alive. If only barely.
L.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Linsley Out
I'm heading to the lake for a lovely weekend of no Internet access and little cell service.
However, there are tons of skin-damaging UV rays and loads of beer. I intend to ingest a lot of both.
Catch you on the flip side.
L.
However, there are tons of skin-damaging UV rays and loads of beer. I intend to ingest a lot of both.
Catch you on the flip side.
L.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Terrible Tragedy
A horrific tragedy unfolded in Little Rock today.
Arkansas Democratic Party Chairman Bill Gwatney was shot and killed at the Arkansas Democratic Party headquarters. The suspect was pursued and mortally wounded at approximately 1 p.m. Gwatney was pronounced dead at 3:59 p.m.
I'll leave the rehashing of events to others and simply say that our thoughts and prayers are with the Gwatney family.
May he rest in peace.
L.
Arkansas Democratic Party Chairman Bill Gwatney was shot and killed at the Arkansas Democratic Party headquarters. The suspect was pursued and mortally wounded at approximately 1 p.m. Gwatney was pronounced dead at 3:59 p.m.
I'll leave the rehashing of events to others and simply say that our thoughts and prayers are with the Gwatney family.
May he rest in peace.
L.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wile E. Coyote
I've mentioned many times before how much I love my neighborhood.
It's a very "country" sort of neighborhood. Two weeks ago I stood at the end of the cul de sac, where our house sits, and talked to my two neighbors about the ripe tomatoes Jack, one of the neighbors, dropped off at our house two days before, and the basil that he's currently growing at the end of his driveway.
In fact, it's so country that Jack said, "Linsley, if you all like basil, just come over and cut some. There's no need to ask, just take what you want." It's country in a such a good sort of way.
I've also talked a bit about the possibility of coyotes.
Well, I took the coyote warning with a grain of salt. Had we heard them in the woods? Sure. There was a strange howling very early in the morning or very late at night, but I have to admit that I just chalked it up to neighboring dogs.
We do live in the middle of the city, so it's not unbelievable that we might hear dogs from nearby neighborhoods.
Or so I told myself until this morning.
Dave and I, being the only two people in a two bathroom household, do not share a bathroom. He uses the hall bathroom and I use the "master bath". The master bath is actually much smaller than the hall bathroom, but Dave gets up earlier than me, so he has the space that fits our lifestyle. I use the smaller bathroom in the bedroom.
My bathroom has a window looking out on the backyard. The backyard is quite small with a goldfish pond and, frankly, not a whole lot more.
There I stood having finished drying and straightening my hair and putting a bit of texturizing product on. I turned to wipe my hands on the towel at the back of the door.
As I do each morning, I looked out the window as I completed this task and saw, actually saw with my own two eyes, a coyote drinking out of our goldfish pond. Granted there are no goldfish in it and it's completely filled with leaves, but it's there not 20 feet from our deck and there was a coyote.
Plain...As...Day.
A coyote. Right there. It stared at me. I stared at it. Really. There we stood looking at each other for at least a minute. He'd seen me and he knew that I'd seen him.
I stepped into the bedroom to look out of another window, and he still stared at me. I wished like hell a camera was close, because seriously this thing was certainly NOT a tame dog.
It was a coyote. And he looked just like this only the coat wasn't as dark, but his hair was just as scraggly and his face was a dead ringer:
It's a very "country" sort of neighborhood. Two weeks ago I stood at the end of the cul de sac, where our house sits, and talked to my two neighbors about the ripe tomatoes Jack, one of the neighbors, dropped off at our house two days before, and the basil that he's currently growing at the end of his driveway.
In fact, it's so country that Jack said, "Linsley, if you all like basil, just come over and cut some. There's no need to ask, just take what you want." It's country in a such a good sort of way.
I've also talked a bit about the possibility of coyotes.
Well, I took the coyote warning with a grain of salt. Had we heard them in the woods? Sure. There was a strange howling very early in the morning or very late at night, but I have to admit that I just chalked it up to neighboring dogs.
We do live in the middle of the city, so it's not unbelievable that we might hear dogs from nearby neighborhoods.
Or so I told myself until this morning.
Dave and I, being the only two people in a two bathroom household, do not share a bathroom. He uses the hall bathroom and I use the "master bath". The master bath is actually much smaller than the hall bathroom, but Dave gets up earlier than me, so he has the space that fits our lifestyle. I use the smaller bathroom in the bedroom.
My bathroom has a window looking out on the backyard. The backyard is quite small with a goldfish pond and, frankly, not a whole lot more.
There I stood having finished drying and straightening my hair and putting a bit of texturizing product on. I turned to wipe my hands on the towel at the back of the door.
As I do each morning, I looked out the window as I completed this task and saw, actually saw with my own two eyes, a coyote drinking out of our goldfish pond. Granted there are no goldfish in it and it's completely filled with leaves, but it's there not 20 feet from our deck and there was a coyote.
Plain...As...Day.
A coyote. Right there. It stared at me. I stared at it. Really. There we stood looking at each other for at least a minute. He'd seen me and he knew that I'd seen him.
I stepped into the bedroom to look out of another window, and he still stared at me. I wished like hell a camera was close, because seriously this thing was certainly NOT a tame dog.
It was a coyote. And he looked just like this only the coat wasn't as dark, but his hair was just as scraggly and his face was a dead ringer:
You'd better believe that the camera will always stay close to the bathroom. If only because I can't be the only person who sees what I saw this morning.
L.
Still Just A Bit Crazy
I'm still trying to catch up on work after being out all week. Sadly, work takes precedence over play these days.
Until I can get a new post up, entertain yourselves with this Google Streetview from Sherwood.
L.
Hat Tip: Arkansas Times Blog.
Until I can get a new post up, entertain yourselves with this Google Streetview from Sherwood.
L.
Hat Tip: Arkansas Times Blog.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Back After The Break
Sorry I've been out of contact lately. I'll be in a conference all week, but promise to get something up by Friday.
See you then.
L.
See you then.
L.
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