Being an agnostic, I tend to keep my own counsel on certain popular aspects of the day. But the general concepts of resurrection and renewal are not bad.
This Easter is the first one I can remember in at least five years that wasn’t frigid, rainy or a combination of the two. In fact, it was a good day for an afternoon hike up the mountain above our little burg. The not-so-dark-Dark One agreed . . .
While a couple of perverts in Vermont and a ward staff in New York serve only to cheapen one’s faith in humanity, the Not-So-Dark One brings its own strange millieu to this terrestrial plane.
She got a haircut this summer. Needless to say, the household has been mildly critical of my choice of hairstyle, but at least she’s not lethargic from an excessively high core temperature this summer.
And this is further evidence that she’d definitely not a sub.
You don’t know how much this has cost me in dirty looks and surrendered bratwurst this week . . . .
Queen of Mean? More like a petty bitch to me . . .
Helmsley Dog Gets $12 Million, but Real Estate Billionaire Leaves Nothing to 2 Grandchildren
NEW YORK (AP) — Leona Helmsley’s dog will continue to live an opulent life, and then be buried alongside her in a mausoleum. But two of Helmsley’s grandchildren got nothing from the late luxury hotelier and real estate billionaire’s estate.Helmsley left her beloved white Maltese, named Trouble, a $12 million trust fund, according to her will, which was made public Tuesday in surrogate court.
She also left millions for her brother, Alvin Rosenthal, who was named to care for Trouble in her absence, as well as two of four grandchildren from her late son Jay Panzirer — so long as they visit their father’s grave site once each calendar year.
Otherwise, she wrote, neither will get a penny of the $5 million she left for each.
Helmsley left nothing to two of Jay Panzirer’s other children — Craig and Meegan Panzirer — for “reasons that are known to them,” she wrote.
here’s our girl, Copper, a 60-pound chow-walker hound mix (go ahead, make the joke – I’ve done it several times) who’s been with us since December 1996 at age 6 weeks. At that time, she looked like a big, goofy toy rabbit with big paws.
Yeah, after a long day wondering how we ended up with a blithering idiot for our president, Copper shows that there is still inteligent, wonderful life on this planet.
When, of course, I decide to take on the care and feeding of another animal.
I saw this article in one of my competitors’ newspapers and pulled out the comp paper they send us.
The turkey buzzard, if their article reads correctly, is basically a big, friendly, winged mutt that just happens to live on carrion. Apparently it doesn’t kill live prey but hangs around with these black vultures that do.
And turkey buzzards also have a digestive system that kills all bacteria – ergo, they’re pretty clean birds.
If I had one, all I’d have to do is take it to work and stop at the nearest convenient road kill. I did a little research on the web to check out this story, and turkey buzzards seem to be capable of adopting humans and of being pretty sociable animals.
Besides, I kind of like the image of having a red-headed, harmless harbinger of death on my shoulder. Beats training a parrot to talk. Beau—-tiful plumage!
“Polly wanna possum?”