Showing posts with label Al Pacino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Al Pacino. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

MY FRIEND AL SAYS:

swat I just can’t resist a guy in uniform that needs a shave and carries a gun.

I was reading the paper the other day and came upon an article about a domestic dispute. If you ever want to get me fired up, bring up the subject of domestic abuse. I can’t imagine that it doesn’t make everyone angry but I have no mercy for people who commit child abuse or wife beating. (And this is where I might lose you.) I agree with Al Pacino in Righteous Kill, “There’s nothing wrong with a little shooting as long as the right people get shot.” Hello, anybody still there?

It seems the S.W.A.T. team was called to the scene. The woman and child escaped from the house. The S.W.A.T. team continued to negotiate with the man because he was threatening to harm himself. My response: “So?”

That’s where the S.W.A.T. team and I part ways. They negotiated to keep him from harming himself. I would have offered additional ammo in case he was a really bad shot. Just sayin.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

EVEN POLLYANNA HAS A BAD DAY


It occurred to me today that I may have given you the impression by omission that my life is all big, puffy hearts, glitter and pixie dust. Don't I wish? This post might seem a bit strange coming on the heels of my lemonade post where I patted myself on the back for my mad lemonade making skills. Don't get me wrong. I do have a Pollyanna outlook. I am Mary Sunshine……………most of the time. When my dear D1 was thirteen years old, she told me, "The problem with you, Mom, is that you think all the skies in your world should be blue all the time. Life just isn't like that." Damn.

I choose to post the good stuff. At times, I will write of challenges, heartbreaks or personal meltdowns but for the most part, I try to keep what we do here…………."surprisingly….upbeat." (Movie, anyone? Anyone?) I figure we've all got crap in our lives. Sometimes, it is what bonds us. I just choose not to go there……………………..most of the time.

Somebody pooped in my cornflakes today. I don't actually eat corn flakes but "pooped in my yogurt and granola" didn't have the same ring. I'm not going to talk about it because it's work related. I just wanted to put it out there and keep it honest. I had a rough day and needed lots of wine to whine.

No worries. I know what to do and where to go when the blues threaten.


My Harley Stud, D2 and I went for a walk on the beach.


There was a full moon rising.

I feel much better now.