Hi there fellow splashers. Civil Writes Activist here. Been a Kossak about 2 years, but I keep a low profile. This will be my "public debut," so please be kind.
Me - I live in paradise, in a tiny beach community near St Pete, FL. I used to be a community columnist for the Tampa Tribune, but last year I got "promoted" to blogger, where I remain the token progressive on a conservative paper. I'm ex-IBM, consultant, teacher. Currently unemployed. (bummer!)
I know you’ve all been wondering how Bill’s doing, so I had Michael fax me some pages from his diary. Please follow me over the fold for
Bill and Mike’s Excellent Adventure.
Cheers and Jeers starts in There's Moreville... [Swoosh!!] RIGHTNOW! [Gong!!]
Bill and Mike’s Excellent Adventure
Wed Feb 24
Dear Diary,
Well the flight down wasn’t bad. I was a bit surprised when the pilot on the American Eagle connector from Miami asked me to sign his high school yearbook. But now here we are, all settled in at the Island House. I’m so glad we’re not at the Oasis again. 24-man Jacuzzi my eye. More like 22 and a half.
Thurs Feb 25
Dear Diary,
I was hoping for some beach time, but mother nature just isn’t cooperating. Still, the shopping is fab-u-lous. Michael’s going to look scrumptious in the hibiscus-print jock strap I found at Fairvilla.
Fri Feb 26
Dear Diary,
Another less than tropical day. Luckily the pool is heated. Michael’s just returned to tell me it’s clothing optional. Oh well, I was never big on swimming anyway. Looking forward to Pat Croce’s tonight – the largest selection of rums in the world!
Sat. Feb 27,
Dear Diary
I wish I’d remembered last night that we’d booked the snorkeling trip for this morning. My head feels like a weather balloon. But I’m sure the salt air will clear things right up.
Later...note to self: Catamarans rock incessantly from side to side. On the bright side, the other snorkelers were delighted by the large number of fish I attracted. Who knew that vomit doubles as chum?
Sun. Feb 28,
Dear Diary
At last the sun is out and it’s nearly 70. Plan for today: lay on the beach and soak up the rays. Michael surprised me with the sweetest little leather Speedo you could hope for. Tonite - a yummy seafood dinner at A & B. This is more like it.
Mon, Mar 1,
Dear Diary
They call that a lobster? I’ll tell you who’s got lobster – Maine. These puny Florida things aren’t much bigger than crawdads. And the prices – sheesh! No matter. We saved money by passing on dessert and coffee and after dinner drinks. By the time the entrees arrived, my sunburn was making it really hard to sit in those rattan chairs. Why is it I can never remember that even though you’re under an umbrella, light still reflects up off the water?
Tues Mar 2,
Dear Diary,
Michael is such a dear for running out last night to get the ice cubes and that aloe lotion. It’s too bad he had to sleep on the futon on the living room, but I’m sure he was much more comfortable. It always bothers him so when I cry.
Wed, Mar 3,
Dear Diary,
Much better today! The weather really warmed up and there was not a cloud in the sky. Too bad we had to stay out of the sun. Michael says I look like a boiled lobster. I don’t know. I think it’s more of a rosy glow. And I never peel. This will turn right to tan. Off to visit Hemmingway House, then have a wee drinkie, or two, or twenty.
Thurs, Mar 4,
Dear Diary,
My skin is positively in tatters! Thank goodness I brought a long-sleeved shirt. I look like a shag-bark hickory. I sent Michael off alone to enjoy the luncheon cruise. Me with my shirt off on a boat? It’s just not happening. I’m starting to really miss Maine, but we’ve still got 3 more days in this hell-hole.
to be con't.
Cheers and Jeers for Thursday, March 4, 2010
Note:
Seen on a bumper sticker:
TACT is for people not witty enough to use sarcasm.
My subscription to this belief pretty much explains why I never made it to the Sr. VP level at IBM.
By the numbers:
Number of days until the International Festival of Owls in Houston, MN: 1
Number of days until the National Baby Food Festival in Fremont, MI - 120
Number of days until the Herb Festival in Huntsville, TX - 37
(I put this one in 'specially for Phil)
Amount of a human body's dry weight that comes from bacteria - .05%
Amount of Rush Limbaugh's weight that comes from bull feces - 100%
Thursday Molly Ivans Moment
No sooner do we win a long struggle to clean up politics and restore democracy in this country than we find the whole thing under attack, and we have to go out and re-fight the same battle all over again. Good thing we're not easily discouraged.
Puppy Pic of the day
"How's the hopey changey stuff workin' out for ya?"
Five Years Ago in Cheers and Jeers:
Bill said something incredibly snarky and original about a Bush administration douchebag. Six kiddie poolers spat coffee on their keyboards, four kiddie poolers made hot tea come out of their noses, seven snorted Coke or Mountain Dew, 291 LOL'd, and 137 golf clapped.
And just one more...
According to the Toronto Sun, The hockey stick used by Sid-the Kid Crosby to score the game-winning goal in the epic battle between the US and Canada for the Olympic gold medal is nowhere to be found. If I were Sid, I'd check the White House. Obama's been using an awesomely big stick on the Rethugs lately.
Today's Shameless C&J Testimonial:
"Margaret, I really do like Bill in Portland Maine. He is young and smart... and I think he is trying his best under bad circumstances to do the right thing and create change for good." - - Helen Philpot
2/4/2010