Sunday Funnies; The Nomination and More

And so, now we know

Keep this in mind, it is not Ginsburg’s seat nor is it a liberal seat. It belongs to the American people, and we long ago gave the President the power to nominate and the Senate to advise and consent on whom we allow to sit in it. They are doing what we said.

 

The Redhead of the week will never be as beautiful as this one. Right, Jess? Although I can think of one candidate.

Heh! My kind of Governor

But be careful fishing!

And of course

Random Observations

Came across a video regarding a television series that has been on television for a surprisingly long time. I will, from time to time, check in on a program, depending on the title and how badly I need a laugh. The video can be found at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5FUMUWuylc. My halo is nice and shiny – I do this so you don’t have to. (Big cheesy grin)

With the passing of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, we are (not) looking forward to a justice nomination and confirmation hearing in the very near future. Recalling the Kavanaugh confirmation hearing, the new candidate for the Supreme Court had better wear a hazmat suit, kevlar vest, and a helmet.

I’ve been watching the ‘peaceful protests’, formally known as President Trump’s campaign rallies. After I notice all the important things – the message, how he’s looking and holding up, how the people respond to him – I notice that the seasons are changing. That’s at least ONE thing that hasn’t been affected by the 2020 ‘curse’. Jackets are coming out, as well as hoodies (in colors other than black and with the hoods down [go figure!), and shorts are disappearing. Everywhere except in Florida. Well, season-wise, anyway. Nice crisp 88 degrees Fahrenheit with plenty of sunshine to go around. No ‘crispy grass’ this summer; been blessed with all the rain the West Coast needed. Seasons and cycles. There’s something reassuring about them. Dependable; expected; surmountable. Ahhh – the good old days.

 

 

Sunday Funnies: Despacito

 

 

Peanuts, if Christopher Nolan re-wrote it:

And of course

 

Random Observations

If we are lucky – and realistic – we come to the conclusion that the way we are right now is not such a bad thing. We come to a kind of comfortable place with that person in the mirror.

I no longer worry if my butt “looks big in these jeans”; it has become completely irrelevant to me whether I have big boobs or members of the ‘itty bitty titty committee’; that a ‘bad hair day’ is going to ruin someone’s opinion of me; my very short fingernails are just fine without rainbows and glitter and junk embellishments pasted on; that I needn’t worry about how I look because nobody looks at a woman my age anyway (although I do have to admit, I try to look presentable whenever I go out – I strive to not be a Walmart shopper video). It’s a process. When we were babies, we had to learn to sit up (and stay up!), learn to eat, learn to talk, learn to walk. At the other end of that, we have to learn to edit what we eat, sitting up can sometimes be exercise, we need to stand for a moment to make sure everything is lined up properly before we take a step, we sometimes need to search for a word. It’s a process.

By and large, it ain’t all that bad. And neither am I. And neither are you. We’re still shakin’ it the best we can. What I used to do on a dance floor, I now do in a desk chair to certain music videos. I think a little more before I do anything so I don’t wind up looking ridiculous or hurting myself and thinking more is always a good thing. I have found more forgiveness – for myself and others. I have reached the conclusion that ‘they’ were right all along – material things don’t make you happy; they may make you more comfortable but not necessarily happier. ‘Happy’ is within you when you come to that point of realization that it wasn’t all about you after all. Who needs that kind of pressure? My work, it turns out, didn’t define me, it was simply what I did. What defines me is my kids and how they turned out; my siblings and the fact that we still all love and enjoy each other. That I have been able to share my faith journey and help others on theirs. That the best Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t the one that turned out perfectly but the one where I ruined the gravy – they still talk about that. I created the only gravy known to man that could be spread on bread. The simple joys are the best ones and it’s exactly because they are simple.

I find that I am content. That’s quite a statement to make. There’s a lot to be said of contentment; it’s kind, warm, comfortable, and reassuring. I think it’s a reward for having made it this far. If it is, I’m all for it.

 

Sunday Funnies; Turn 4

Coming out of turn 4 on the flag lap.

If you gotta tell us: You ain’t

And, of course Lauren Boebert for Congress!

Random Observations

Philosophy. I have a real problem with philosophy. What did it ever achieve? Granted – it’s an excellent example of working through a problem logically but then – it never gives an answer to the problem. The early Greek philosophers were able to figure out everything that a ‘God’ would and should do; they were able to figure out what a ‘God’ would not and should not do. But they were never able to figure out if there is a God. Simplistic of me? Perhaps. But you’re going to have to convince that I’m wrong. Go ahead. I’ll wait …

I suspect that the powers that be that provide news feeds on AOL is someone around 14 years old. And female. Lately, I just bypass them; they are all about ‘Sparkle’, as our English cousins refer to Markle – she who ruined Harry; about the latest hook-up and break-up in the entertainment world; whose preggers bump has shrunken the most after childbirth; the best trending outfits of sneakers with dresses; where to get the hottest tattoos; why the moon really is made of cheese …

A little known bill in California was passed (why am I not surprised) that gives the judge discretion on the listing in pedophile registry men who, if not more than 10 years older than the victim, have sex with boys who are 14 or older. If that doesn’t scare the bejesus out of you, you might want to check your priorities. It passed, people! They passed that bill.

Why am I constantly drawn to French bulldog videos? Evidently, they have the kind of gas that will clear rooms of people and they drool. I can’t stand either one of those things. And yet.

Why is the weather cooling off everywhere but here in Florida? 60 degrees in London the other day. Cooling trends up north of here. I think the government should pay our air conditioning bills until they create a dome in which Florida’s climate can be regulated to a balmy 78 degrees.

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