There are days where I can’t wait for him to go up for his afternoon nap or to bed for the night.
Days where his voice alone makes me cringe in a ‘now what the hell does he want?’ bend of mind.
Those are the days where I’ve blasted past exhausted and landed into the “I can’t do it any more” zone.
Once he’s gone to bed for whichever… I feel as though I can …maybe…breathe for a minute.
The stress-tightened iron bands around my chest loosen…a little.
All to soon, he wakens to begin the cycle again.
Release the Kraken!
#Twitler tweeted: “No matter how much I accomplish during the ridiculous standard of the first 100 days, & it has been a lot (including S.C.), media will kill!”
Maybe if he had a brain, a heart, and some liquid courage the man with the tiny hands might be sort of human.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen.
You see a real president doesn’t rob the country blind, take away freedoms, and destroy the good done by his predecessors because his fragile ego and over-inflated importance can’t handle not being liked or given the impression he’s liked.
Sorry #Cheeto, you are probably the most hated man in the world now.
A real president is liked. Yes, even loved by his countrymen because he in turn loves them and does everything in his power to make their lives good, not the living hell #thewhitehouserat and his cronies have planned out for us.
Wake up people.
My magnolia tree didn’t put on its finery this spring. We’ve barely a dozen flowers on the tree. Instead of loads of blossoms the tree has started with leaves. So very saddening.
At least I have the pictures from previous years.
It’s painful to watch The Curmudgeon allow himself to circle the drain. His doctors have recommended exercise, physical therapy, and even swimming.
He refuses saying they only make him hurt more.
Fine. If you’re determined to do a slow death spiral, go ahead, but I refuse to be a part of it.
I will no longer participate in your idiocy.
I refuse to be egged into daily battles.
In the meantime, I intend to work on my health and well-being.
You can’t make this stuff up and be believed.
The #Twitiot is at it again.
Only the #Cheeto can misplace an aircraft carrier, and its retinue.
Every day another shit-fisted money-grabbing #twitiot ass kissing politician makes his or her way out from under a rock in the slimy #whitehouserat infested swamp.
(For the morons who voted for #theorangetroll… wasn’t this the swamp he promised to drain for them? Yet, he is gleefully making it slimier by the day or is that by the minute?)
Some people will fall for anything, even gold plated shit, if someone tells them what they want to hear long enough and with conviction, feigned or not.
There wasn’t a single fire and brimstone tent revival meeting/faith healing evangelistic preacher who didn’t know and profit off of that.
Oh! And to continue in that tradition, look at all those televangelists who rob the poor and naive and live off their tithing like tax free kings that are in #Twitler’s pocket.
My father was a minister, those that took advantage of people made him angry. If he were alive today, he’d be in the resistance too.
I say enough already! Enough of #Mrtinyhands and his ilk. They all need to step down and walk away to live in the shame of what they’ve done to this once proud nation. Better yet, they need to go seek asylum somewhere else and, I hope, be kicked around from one nation to another.
Politicians in this nation are worse and worse. It seems with the #Twitiot, #Whitehouserat, #Orangetroll dashing off to Mar-screw the people-largo to play golf all the time and spend the taxpayers money, all the republican snakes are crawling out from under their respective rocks.
I think a snake should be their new symbol.
This whole destroy anything that is good for people attitude in #Twitler’s government is beyond insane.
I imagine it will take years to repair the damage done by them not only in Government programs but in the American people.
Got my ears lowered yesterday. Yep, hair is short. Now I can start wearing all my wonderful ear cuffs again.
So glad I threw a roast in the crock pot so I didn’t have to worry about preparing dinner after my 4:30 appointment.
I’ve been watching the BBC’s Dr. Who marathon. I’m having a great time. I missed a few and now I am caught up.
Standing at the sink washing dishes and one idea after another runs through my head.
Sit down to write my blog post and each idea has fled like a mouse from a cat.
Oh, it’s going to be one of those days.