I’m devastated that Obama’s Senate seat won’t be under my Christmas Tree this year – darnitall! That would have made a great gift. Guess Devoted Spouse’s bid wasn’t high enough or maybe the Governor of Illinois simply wasn’t interested in joint custody of EmmaLou — then again he’s looking at another type of custody, isn’t he? What a track record Illinois has for imprisoned Governors. And Mr. Obama is from that state, but of course, nothing could have tainted him, now could it? Why, he hasn’t even spoken to the Governor. My, my, my. Maybe Obama is just jealous of the hair. That’s alot of hair.
Speaking of Mr. Obama…what do you think of his new “infrastructure” project/program? Great, just what we need…updated roads for cars we can no longer afford to drive because we’re trying to afford our homes on just our savings because we have no jobs. And just who is going to fill all those supposed new jobs he will create? I simply can’t see IT guys working on a road crew.
There’s a local Dayton activist who is putting homeless people in all those foreclosed homes. Of course, it’s not legal, and I don’t much like this guy or his tactics, but it’s not a bad idea. If nobody is using the house, at least it’s basic shelter and beats the cold, cold, streets.
I’ve been closeted pretty much the past few days what with a relapse of my flu bug, and studying for my upcoming Final Exam but I did take out time to watch the O.J. sentencing. Like his last trial, I was morbidly drawn to the proceedings and I was fascinated with his various facial expressions. I don’t profess to be happy about his verdict or sentencing – I don’t rightly care one way or the other. He’s just another celebrity who let his fame be his downfall. I did, however, want to reach into the tv screen and slap the judge silly just to get her to shut up and get on with the actual sentencing. Guess that was her 15 minutes of fame.
Devoted Spouse is out Christmas shopping, bless his little heart. EmmaLou is in MY chair snoozing and chasing imaginary rabbits. I have printed out all my school notes and am ready to start the final blitz of studying and cramming minuscule bits of knowledge into my tired old brain. But first, I think a nice cup of eggnog, some Christmas music, and a final few touches on the Christmas tree are in order.