Daily Archives: April 19, 2012

More Left Wingnut Sacrilege

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Filed under Barack Obama, Michelle Obama

Democrat Civility

More of that “new tone” we were promised …

Liberal Bob Beckel Loses It: Screams “You Don’t Know What the F*ck You’re Talking About” on Hannity [:24]

So classy how he flatly refuses to apologize for dropping the F bomb on television.

New Tone… Democrat Tamara Holder Says Mitt Romney Is ‘Borderline Brain-Dead’ [1:18]

Democrat strategist Tamara Holder cannot produce ONE THING that has improved under Obama. Rather than honestly answer Hannity’s question or respond to any of the facts he cites, she goes off on a rant about how Mitt Romney is “borderline brain-dead.”  TIP: After you listen to the clip, turn the sound off and play it again so you can just watch Malkin’s face … esp at 1:10. ::snort::

Michelle Malkin’s Advice to Mitt Romney: “Quit Calling Obama ‘A Nice Man’ …He’s Not”

Michelle gets to respond to the above. Note how she kept quiet during Tamara’s rant, but Tamara cannot bring herself to give Michelle the same courtesy. AFTER Hannity insists she shut her pie hole, Michelle goes on her own rant and it’s a doozy.


Filed under Barack Obama, Democrats, Mitt Romney, Republicans, Unemployment

Conga Line!

Please join me in doing a Happy Dance across the garden! Mama Buzz is bringing Lil Buzz and Baby Bunny to visit Casa Hyphen in JUNE!! Woohoo!!


Filed under Little Sprouts

My little piece of Heaven

I followed a link at Freshly Pressed today and read this delightful tribute to apple trees:

I started to write a little comment about my own apple tree, but … as so often happens when I get talking … it turned into an essay!  So I got thinking how our tree is coming into bloom again and how much my PoliNation buds love garden-related blogs, so here goes …

In 1984, my little family moved into our first and only “us and the bank owns it” house. It’s just a ranchburger in a 70’s development, but it’s ours, so we love it. Moving was traumatic. And hot. I was sick and struggling with learning new streets, getting utilities hooked up, and figuring out where the foods we liked lived in a new grocery store while caring for our then 3- and 1-year-old daughters.

One unbelievably hot Hot HOT August day, the three of us arrived home after running errands, cranky and sticking to our car seats with our own gooey sweat. I turned off the engine, sighed and began trying to gather the energy to begin the long, arduous process of moving us and our numerous bags inside. Much as I longed to put my feet up and sip a cool drink, the putting away of purchases and cooking of dinner and changing of diapers were not going to wait.

Then I saw it. A real tree was sitting on our porch. I got out of the car to inspect. The tag said “Dwarf Empire Apple.” The card said, “Happy Housewarming! Peter and Nancy.” Can you imagine what that meant to me, at that extra arduous moment on that extra difficult day, to be celebrated with something alive and fruitful that would grow up with my girls in our new front yard? It still gives me goosebumps and makes me tear right up.

We planted it smack in the middle of that yard and have nurtured and enjoyed it all year, every one of the 28 years since.  One spring, it came into full, glorious bloom – one of its best flowering years ever – ON my birthday. I felt like God had sent me an apple-scented birthday-gram.

I remember in the summer of 1985, scooting around on my bum to weed and feed our baby tree, much too pregnant to kneel in the traditional gardening position. Daughter #3 arrived that June, the same month her Daddy finally completed his 17-years-long journey from high school to college graduate.

My girls are grown, married and starting families of their own. Dearest and I have some white hairs and wrinkles and our tree (raised organically) is very much full grown. The girls swear that they just cannot find apple sauce anywhere that tastes as good as what we made from our tree. We didn’t do anything special, just boiled down the apple into mush. The apples are just naturally sweet and delicious.

One of my favorite things about spring is when I can stand under our tree while she is in bloom. I just close my eyes and breathe. There is a tradition among Catholics that some of God’s Saints have smelled of roses, even after they have died. The aroma is sometimes referred to as the odor of sanctity. Saints may smell like roses, but in my humble opinion, Heaven itself smells like apple blossoms.



Filed under Heaven

Cpl Bordoni comes home

An Ithaca High School classmate of mine sent this link saying,

“For many years it has been hard for me to be proud of my hometown, Ithaca, NY. This changes that. The Ithaca I left 25 years ago is evidently not the Ithaca of today. Every police, fire and EMS agency in Tompkins and Cortland Counties honored this young Marine. Thank you Cpl. Chris Bordoni, for your service and your sacrifice. Semper Fi.”

For an eyeful of why this is an extraordinary event for Ithaca, New York, go to


It’s a little tin-hatty in tone, but I assure you, this stuff is all true. I was born and educated in Ithaca. I’ve lived in the general area for more than half a century. Think of all the images that come to mind when you hear the word “Berkeley.” Now beam that over to the base of Cayuga Lake in Central New York, squash it into a much smaller town, and you’ve got the picture.


Filed under Loose Pollen


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Filed under Loose Pollen