Our Supremes have ruled that those handy-dandy TIF districts can't touch funds earmarked for schools. Raise your hand if you're surprised by that.
Yeah, me neither.
That darn state Constitution. Always getting in the way of progress.
So I'm in beautiful sunny Little Rock for a training seminar....and it's neither beautiful nor sunny. It's raining actually. And few things in LR are beautiful, especially the traffic. I can't wait to drive downtown this morning. Bleh. No parking, confusing one-way streets. Fayetteville with twice the traffic.
Luckily, the other attorney from our office who's with me used to live here. She better know some damn fine shortcuts to the Justice Building cuz I don't want to spend half the morning sitting on I-630.
She & I get along ok. We look enough alike that people frequently get us confused, which was pretty funny when we went out to dinner last night. I don't think the waitstaff could decide whether we were sisters, a couple or what. I thought about telling our waitress I'd tell her which we were if she'd split her bet winnings with me.
Instead I just left 'em wondering....always a good plan.
So we planted a dogwood this weekend. Not for Earf Day as WildChild called it, but to block the afternoon sun from streaming in the living room window & heating it up. Save money, not the environment. We also planted 3 tomato plants & a rosebush. WildChild was happy to help, cuz is there anything a 6 yr. old boy likes better than digging in the dirt?
Except for dinosaurs, that is. And we saw one of those too. A fake one, touring to promote some movie. We had our picture taken with it as well, and WildChild wasn't scared at all but was VERY BRAVE just like he said he would be.
And very funny. We were starting to leave when he asked "Ma, where does that dinosaur pee?"
Anywhere he wants to, son, anywhere he wants.
If I had one of these, I'd drive it to work every day. (Link via Fark)
I bet it'd cut my 5 minute drive time in half.
What a sick, crazy, pathetic loser. Details are still unclear, but check out the student cellphone video to get an idea of how coldly methodical the shooter was.
Insane.
Not that it bothers me. I walk under ladders, black cats cross my path daily and I've even broken a few mirrors in my day. Can't tell it's affected my luck any.
It's all good.
Even at 46 I can still stop traffic....a fact which was proven to me yesterday. Quite unnecessarily. See, I was coming out of the courthouse yesterday and, being in my usual hurry, started to jaywalk across the street to my car. But my little voice suggested it would be a good idea to take the time to walk up to the crosswalk, which I did.
Always listen to that little voice.
A nice lady stopped so I could cross, and I had made it most of the way across the street when I heard the sound that every pedestrian dreads: squealing tires. Oh shit! I ran the remaining feet to the sidewalk as I heard the nice lady's car get hit. And then I heard something else. Another car whose driver had obviously hit the gas instead of the brakes.
I sprinted across the sidewalk to the fence, at a speed I don't think I've managed since I was in my teens. I turned to see how close my impending doom was because I could still hear a revving engine & squalling tires. The third car was still pushing the second car....thankfully towards the courthouse not me. It finally stopped and I whipped out my cellphone & called 911 before I started shaking too bad to dial.
Sweet Mother of God that was a little too close for comfort.
No one was seriously injured, though one passenger had a facial laceration from the airbag. I gave a report to a nice police officer, who finally remarked that I really didn't see much of what happened.
"No sir," I replied. "I was running too fast to look."
Cracked him up.
Empress Pelosi is now contemplating a trip to....Iran?
"I find the president of Iran's remarks to be so repulsive that they are outside the circle of civilized human behavior,'' Pelosi said, referring to Ahmadinejad's past comments that Israel should be wiped off the face of the map and his questioning of the existence of the Holocaust.
Really, those little brown men. They're so....uncivilized. Whatever shall we do?
"But a person of Mr. Lantos' stature and personal experience is saying that -- even as a Holocaust survivor and even recognizing the outrageous statements of the president of Iran -- it's important to have dialogue. I think that speaks volumes."
No, the fact that you willingly covered up the dangerous mind-controlling sex rays of your hair in order to speak to them is what speaks volumes, Babushka.
Lemme know how that trip works out for you k thx.
I just got this interesting text message "Think of me tonight" on my phone, with a photo attached.....of a young man wearing nothing but a strategically placed towel & a smile. Which made me crack up laughing because I have no idea who this young man is, except he's someone who obviously had the wrong number.
A fact of which I was happy to inform him.
Hehe.
--Al Gore killed my tomato plants.
--Outta South Alabama come a country boy....John who?
--Fayetteville to finish killing off all business investments Tuesday.
--WildChild bundled up yesterday to briefly hunt Easter eggs....and then hurried back inside to the warmth of the XBox.
That's all I got. How about you?
It's SNOWING!
Snow day! Snow day! Snow day!
I couldn't be that lucky.
Here's what's forecast for tonight:
An area of wintry precipitation over southeast kansas will gradually develop into portions of northeast oklahoma and northwest arkansas late this afternoon and evening. Precipitation will likely start as rain, but should gradually mix with snow and eventually change to all snow before ending late this evening. Warm ground conditions should prevent significant accumulations, but up to an inch of snow will be possible, especially near the kansas and missouri borders.
Bring it on! I could use an April snow day.
He is so outta here.
You wanna know how you know when your college b-ball program sux?
When you can't even pay enough money to some 2nd rate coach from Podunk, Nebraska to get him to stay.
Frank is history.
We spent a fairly uneventful weekend working on the yard.....uneventful except for watching a couple of our neighbors fuss over a property line. The son of our behind neighbor had spent most of last week busting his butt clearing out the brush & removing an old fence. Which wasn't surprising, as they work hard keeping their property neat & tidy. However the cat lady, whose property adjoins theirs (and is catty-corner, no pun intended, to us) apparently took offense, and planted a bunch of stuff along the old fence line. She told our neighbor something like she didn't want it looking like Oklahoma....which is pretty funny considering you could plop her property down in any rural ghetto & it'd fit right in. It is, hands down, the junkiest place in the neighborhood.
The problem with her landscaping? That wasn't her property to plant. See, the custom is, unless there's a mutual agreement otherwise, is to set one's fence back from the actual property line about 1 foot. Which is what our back neighbor had done. The cat lady, not being from around here, is insisting that the fence was on the property line. Our back neighbors, who've owned their place since back in the day when this was all a dairy farm, know better. And judging from the rather heated discussion we saw them having yesterday, things are getting interesting.
They're fixing to get even more interesting because our back neighbor has decided they're putting up a privacy fence between them & her. Good for them I say, maybe it'll keep some of her kajillion cats in her own yard instead of roaming the neighborhood spreading fleas.
Not to mention what all her cats do to our neighbor's garden spot. In case you didn't know it, cat crap is the anti-fertilizer....kills every plant it touches. And all that nice loose dirt in their garden is a kitty magnet. There's a reason good neighbors don't let their animals roam the neighborhood, even if one is foolish enough to think cats ought to be free, free like the wind.
Yeah, right. Born free, die young.
My favorite April Fools joke is that I don't do April Fools jokes.
Or do I?
