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i read in the paper today that ms. hilary rodham clinton had the temerity to compare our exalted president, george w. bush, to alfred e. neuman (of the mad magazine fame). furthermore, she describes bush's attitude towards tough issues with mr. neuman's catch phrase... "What, me worry?"

the republicans are three kinds of pissed off that ms. clinton insulted our president that way. they said that she is "guilty of insulting the president."

someone call the WAAAAAAHHHHHHMBULANCE.

if the shoe fits, wear it.

some people have no sense of humor...

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HEll's Kitchen is my newest favorite "reality" TV show. i coulda been a contenda on that show... for real. my pick to win is Michael...the tattooed, pierced chef that is quietly sneaking up on victory.

the premise of the show is twelve aspiring chefs (some are professional chefs, most are amateurs) are serving time with gordon ramsey, the simon cowell (times ten) of the restaurant business. the winner of this competition wins his/her very own restaurant in the los angeles area.

it brings me back to the days i was wheel cook and then shift supervisor at a 24 hr family type restaurant. i had a blast, although the late hours killed at a time when i had three little ones, all less than 2 years apart and an unemployed spouse.

there's nothing like trying to serve up a place filled with drunk, hungry, stupid people. love that late shift man, i got stories you wouldn't believe. too funny.

anyway, love the show. cracks me up.

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rain, rain, rain, but we really needed it here. something should pop here in the next couple of days, but i can take anything now that the major logistic problem has been taken care of.

that love thing...*phew*. i have no words to describe it, so i'm not even going to try. who knew at my age you could experience something so incredibly new? just when i thought i had seen it all, been through it all, knew almost all, and WHAP!

oh, how god must be laughing at me!

;)


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