When Pat Buchanan is an itty bit optimistic about something, it is time to be scared...

It is not for no reason that Sarah is considered the family lowbrow (unless you go over to the Hibbs side where the competition is extremely strong...hehehehehe...)... However, I must say for the first time in my long life I have found a poet that I like! Well, other than T.S. Eliot but that is probably just 'cause all depressives identify with "The Wasteland." Anyway, I guess others like him too since he is the Poet Laureate of the U.S. - Billy Collins. Anyway, you all simply must read this the funniest poem ever. (The Country is the title.)

I have been reading a book which just happens to be about a heroic spinster...with a cat! The book is "The Hiding Place" by Corrie Ten Bloom, a Dutch woman whose great faith in spinsterhood and cats...erm, I mean God...led her to risk her and her family members necks hiding Jewish people from the the Nazis in WWII. She is the good kind of spinster! One with a dramatic story of lost love that led to eternal spinsterhood. She fell in love with a real loser who seemed to return her affections...for a time. Though he never actually proposed, they talked about how many children they would have (pretty racy talk for the time, I am sure) so she was pretty sure a proposal was imminent...until he showed up to pay respects to her family with his fiance! Now, to be fair, Corrie's own brother told her early on that the man would never marry her because his whole family hung their hopes on him marrying for money, but Corrie was living by a river in Egypt!!! The Nile! Heheheehe. (Denial, get it??) After this heartbreak, she embraced spinsterhood. Which is a much better story than, "oh, I guess I just never wanted to marry anyone who wanted to marry me..."

Unfortunately, Maher Shalal Hashbaz (the cat) does not figure into the story very prominently so far... Corrie just worries about what became of the cat (and the Jews left behind in the secret hiding place) after the whole household was arrested. Hopefully, the Jews got out safely and remembered to let the cat out too... But, I fear the worst...

Guess how many places I have lived since I was 14 year old? 14! What a coincidence. Oh, the funny letters I found when I was digging through old letters trying to find my old addresses. It is sad that I will not have funny letters from you all NOW THAT YOU DON"T SEND ME ANY! Ah, that is the sad thing about email... No more snail mail to be thrown in a box to shock and amuse 20 years later...

Woo-hoo! I have had a very inspired evening! For about 4 years, I have been thinking that I should get a social security card with my name spelled correctly and fill out the OH bar application in case I ever want to take the bar. Tonight, I printed out the applications for both! Goooooooooo Sarah! What will I do next? Does anyone have his/her old address book from 1992? I have to list all my addresses since I was fourteen on the bar application!!! I can't remember the address for the place I lived with Beth Anne in Atlanta in 1992. Lemme know if you have the address! If I can't figure it out, you might have to drive on over there, Summer!

Ashcroft is an idiot. The only thing that he could do to increase support for the PATRIOT Act is act like he no longer likes it... Geez, where did he go to elementary school...

Phantom was back this morning! Normally she is so drugged out on her phenobarbital that she is not really herself. She doesn't do a very good job of cleaning her fur and she sleeps much more than normal cats (it scarcely seems possible...) The medicine also dulls her extremely friendly personality. Before she started to take the medicine, she was totally tireless in her efforts of be petted... Last night, I fell asleep and forgot to give her the medicine, so this morning I was awakened by the phenobarb-free friendly Phantom of old who demands to be petted by womping me on the my cheek with her paw. She womped me until I woke up and petted her. The rountine is that when I stop petting her, she womps me on the cheek until I pet her again. This continues until she tired of being petted. So, it looks like we are taking turns petting each other! It is the cutest thing. I really need to tape it for one of those America's funniest pet videos shows! I wanted to get up and tape it this morning but my hair looked terrible and I couldn't waste lots of time because I had to give her the medicine before she had a seizure.

But, it was nice to have my kitty back for a few minutes. An hour later, she was a drugged slug again. Maybe one fine day her seizures will disappear as mysteriously as they came. Her vet says it is entirely possible.

Today I went to the Humane Society and played with kitties! Then, I went to watch LeTonda's niece and nephew play their sports. It was a kitty and kiddy filled day! I tried to tackle LeTonda and she clunked me on the ground twice... Eek. I need to work on my technique...