A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and enjoys the company of friends and strangers. Her job takes her around the state, learning about people's health. A Quaker (no, they don't wear blue hats or sell oatmeal or motor oil), she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
I was not one of the people who voted for George Bush because it seemed like he was a regular guy. Someone you could drink a beer with over a side of barbecued beef and small talk. (Okay: I wasn't one of the people who voted for George Bush for any reason.) And I certainly didn't want to hear his jokes. Personally, I think the POTUS (President of the United States) should opt for a little dignified distance.
The kids have gone, leaving a too-quiet house and a nearly empty refrigerator. Our Thanksgiving was warm, loving, and caloric: I hope yours was too. And for possibly the first time, my driveway is the cleanest one on the block. Unemployment has to be good for something.
An unusually careful reader of my previous blog entry wrote, "Shouldn't that be BlackBerrys, not BlackBerries?"
Inquiring minds want to know: will Randy re-post his blog for a fourth time in order to stay "on top"?
I know I said I wasn't stupid enough to watch the Forty-somethings Behaving Badly show "Private Practice." Apparently, I have no more self-control than the denizens of Oceanside.
Tonight's segment was called "In Which Sam Gets Taken For a Ride." But as usual, it's the hapless viewer who gets caught up in traffic.
No surprise here, but Dr. Addison, the neonatal surgeon who now delivers babies in swimming pools, and Dr. Violet, the neurotic shrink (shrinking Violet?!), have decided to have no-strings, sport sex with inappropriate men who also happen to be partners in their practice (Dr. Pete, crunchy granola alternative medicine man, and Dr. Cooper, whose specialty seems to be having sex with women he meets on the Internet).
The contorted logic Addison and Vi use to justify these decisions make it clear why they are in a medical show and not a legal one.
Meanwhile, other women who had sex nine months earlier are having babies.
The first, an immense fertility goddess with three hyperactive sons and a giant sloth for a husband, placidly pops out her baby with barely a grunt. So far, so good. But when it turns out that the baby is not the girl she expected but another boy, she shifts gears.