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Call me a Paranoid Libertarian Extremist – I’ve been called worse – but I’m afraid if the guy gets any more popular, he will be killed. Not like shot… like poisoned. Heart-attacked. (Yeah, more paranoid than you thought, right?) But, heck, it’s been known to happen. I think I’ll send him a tin-foil hat. Works for me!
If, ahem, you want to know more about Mr. Paul, enjoy his salient moments from the last debate. Just because I don’t live there anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t care about or, despite all previous experience, have hope for . . . → Read More About A Brief Political Moment:
It is 2am and I am up far too late… but I had to take a look at a YouTube link sent a couple of days ago from my friend, Jan. OH MY GOD: thank you, Jan!!!! It’s almost not even funny, it brings tears to my eyes, it’s so true. SO SO nice I’m not the only one who says this stuff!! And apparently she’s a pastor’s wife! Praise the Lord.
I swore I wouldn't be doing this. But I am: I'm heading out to look at Costa Rica property for a buyer. I posted the Big Plan on the Costa Rica Living Group this morning, asking for help:
Good morning, group,
Hal and I are heading to the Dominical area today for several days. We are going to investigate developments for a buyer in the states.
I wanted to ask for two things, please. First, anyone alive down there? I would love to meet . . . → Read More About Real Estate Rant
This was the description of the first item on the menu at the Arenal Observatory Lodge. $6. "Specially made." Turns out, they were not kidding.
I lived in Manhattan in the early 80′s. Had Ceasar salad prepared table side at some fabulous restaurants: rub the big wooden bowl with lemon, toss in Romaine lettuce, raw egg, big fat homemade croutons, little olive oil, fresh Parmesan, whole anchovies… tossed and served by snobby old waiters in tuxedos. You can get ALL these ingredients in Costa Rica except the tuxedos.
Let’s just say this Cesar was nothing like that. Gayle . . . → Read More About Ceasar Salad (specially made)
…was Babel. SPOILER ALERT! If you haven’t seen it and you plan to, stop reading now!!!
But I couldn’t wait for it to end. We couldn’t walk out until I knew the kids were safe. Not because I cared, but because I couldn’t stand to think a film maker would kill them off for the message. Whatever it was. Xavier says a perfect ending would have been for the red cross helicopter to have been shot down by a stray bullet fired from a celebratory pistol.
On the bright side, the subtitles for the non-English-speaking scenes . . . → Read More About A Torment…
Yesterday was Xavier’s 57th birthday so we celebrated the night away. It was a pretty wild night, dinner and a movie, we were out till almost, I don’t know, 8:30? It’s going to be a pretty quiet Valentine’s Day around here while we recover…
Mostly we are going to recover from spending the $12 (including a popcorn) and 84 minutes spent watching Borat. Ironic that Cinemark would not let my teenage boys in to see this as they are part of the only age-group who would LOVE 84 minutes of . . . → Read More About Borat
OK, now I’m pissed. They’ve messed with my movies and I don’t like it. We went to the movies tonight seeking a little comic relief from the past two days of hell. Borat is here and sounds like just the ticket.
We drive to Cinemark at the Multiplaza. As I’m heading to the ticket window, Ryan leans in to me and whispers that he and Mo are both 18. I don’t understand this… Mo and he are with their parents. What difference could it make? I wave him off because I’m 51 and I know . . . → Read More About Rude Awakening
The result of too much pot, alcohol and too little parental supervision in a small un-enlightened KY town. During my high school years, my mom worked for the NIH, traveling around the country as did her mom, Granny Boo, before her. She provided good income, but was not there to impart her great wisdom and keep me from coming to some pretty erroneous conclusions about life and how it should be handled.
My father, our primary caretaker during that time, was a lovely dear gentle soul who disappeared into TV and bourbon . . . → Read More About Here’s When It All Started:
Costa Rica time is GMT -6, what the U.S. calls Central Time without Daylight Savings. So summers we are two hours behind Key West and winters we are only one. Très confusing… Daylight Savings with a twist!
On the simple side, Costa Rica is so close to the equator at latitude 9°, the sun rises around 5:15a and sets around 6p. Everyday. 365. You don’t get those delicious long evenings, but it’s predictable! For the longest time, we never went anywhere at night… we would fall asleep when it got dark! Who knew we . . . → Read More About Weather & Time
Next Thursday is my birthday. I’m a Libra. Libras are the beautiful and just people in the world, for those of you who do not know me. Please, don’t send presents. (If you must, please don’t spend over $50.) Or money. It will just get lost in the international two-step. Take yourself to dinner and then tell me all about it, that would make me happy! Here’s what I really want:
1. An end to the war in Iraq. Yes, just walk away. We inflict less damage by staying?
2. An end to the drug . . . → Read More About Birthday Wish List
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