Thursday, May 29, 2008


Home sick from work. Snot. Ears filled with goo. Sore throat. I gots me a spring head cold. Oh well. What are you going to do?

Like Hillary losing the nomination, some things are just unavoidable.


Carolyn said...

Tell everyone the duck story. The T-Dude has a great duck story. Encourage him to tell it. He doesn't have anything better to do, except suffer with his horrible spring cold. (And we all know how well men suffer with the sniffles...right hmc?)

Jim said...

Hey. I'm a man. I suffer with great dignity and humility. Now my husband on the other hand...

Tell the duck story!

TheHMC said...

T-Dude... tell the duck story! You can tell the duck story as you upload all of your pictures that I can't seem to let up on(I will give up eventually.. but remember, I'm a chick and we can nag 'till the cows come home).

And yes, Carolyn. My dad's phrase has always been "I'm dyin' here, you know".
My hubby is the most enormous baby in the world when it comes to colds. We've had sniffles and some minor coughs going around the house this week and when I told Steelo the yesterday that I was definitely sure that I was getting sick, he got all depressed because he knows it will be coming after him. Usually, in this house, once one gets it, it's a countdown to when everyone else will have it. Thankfully this one hasn't knocked us all on our butts and is going away rather quickly.

Sorry.. that rambling thing again. That's what happens when I don't have anyone older than 9 to talk to for days on end.

Phil said...

Since it has been established that many of us do enjoy a good show tune I thought I would share with you all the Broadway Musical I am working on. It is called “Left Side Story”. It is about a star crossed party that can’t get its shit together. I don’t have the full score done yet, but I do have two numbers that I think are ready for production.


Puerto Rico,
You lovely island . . .
Island of tropical breezes.
Always the delegates growing,
The popular vote leader showing . . .

Puerto Rico . . .
You ugly island . . .
Island of tropic diseases.
Always the lead I am blowing,
Always the doubters are growing . . .
And the preachers imploding,
And the media crying,
And the insults are flying.
I hope that you all will remember
None of them can vote in November!

I like to be in America!
O.K. by me in America!
Vote Hillary in America
She drinks with me in America!

I like the city of San Juan.

General Election should get on.

Your candidacy is if full swoon.

You’re making me look like a buffoon!

Working class votes in America,
White people vote in America,
Poor people vote in America,
My coalition in America!

I'll have a cervesa in San Juan.

That’s an island you should stay on.

I'll give my husband a free ride.

How many girlfriends must he hide?

Immigrant goes to America,
Has a black son in America;
Who’d have though so in America
Puerto Rico's in America?

I’m on T.V. down in San Juan.

I want this election to move on!

I’ve got the political machine.

It’s all dirty money – you’re not clean!

I like the shores of America!
Denver is yours in America!
Behind closed doors in America,
Political whores in America!

When I will go back to San Juan?

When you will shut up and get gone?

Convention outcome is unclear!

All because of well timed tears!


Harold Ickes
Obama . . .
The most beautiful speech I ever heard:
Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama . . .
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word . .
Obama, Obama, Obama, Obama . . .
I've just met a guy named Obama,
And suddenly this game
Will never be the same
To me.
I've voted for Barack Obama,
And suddenly I've found
How wonderful a sound
Can be!
Say it loud and there's music playing,
Say it soft and it's almost like praying.

I'll never stop saying Obama!

The most beautiful speech I ever heard.