Ok, I’m already officially sick of the media trying to manipulate my emotions about what’s happening in Israel right now.
Dr Gupta is in Lebanon, visiting the poor poor terrorists who started this war, and he’s telling us that the cut-outs on the nursery walls are bweaking his widdle heart. (The nursery isn’t being used for children now, but it’s still just cwushing.)
Let’s look at the picture that’s making him so sad. Is it picture of bunnies? Puppies? (Hell no, in a muslim society) Peaceful birdies in flight? Happy children playing together regardless of color or creed?
So, yeah, it’s hot. My rear view mirror melted off the windshield on Wednesday afternoon.
My power was out for about three hours after the storm, back on before midnight, but when I went for my morning run yesterday, I didn’t see a single other house with electricity. In 2-1/2 miles. Now my street’s on, and we’re the only half dozen houses within about 10 square miles with power. My street was like a parking lot when I got home yesterday. And yes, the heat index was somewhere around 120°F.
My cable’s still out. About half of the stoplights I pass on my way to work are out, but it’s better than the 9/10 that were out yesterday. All of the stores near me are closed, except Walgreens, which is doing business in the dark, cash only, the old fashioned way.
Anyway, the “crazy” heat finally broke, and the heat index is only 99°F right now. At 10:30am. And we’re about to get hit again. So, you know, wish us luck.
After twelve years, Shannon Melendi’s murderer has admitted to killing her and burning the body.
I didn’t know her personally, because she was several years behind me, but we went to school together. I’ve wondered about her so many times over the years.
It was a very big deal, even in a city as big as Atlanta, especially because he called the police several weeks after he abducted her, and told them that she was still alive. It stayed in the news for a unusually long time, even for a pretty missing girl case, because of that phone call. When the confession information comes out, it’ll be interesting to know if it was true.
I have no idea why that keeps cracking me up.
My onliest nephew. He was born extremely premature because his mother smoked during the pregnancy, and I think he weighed about four pounds. When they first came to our house, he was so tiny that with his head in my brother’s palm, his feet didn’t reach halfway to his elbow.