Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
Alfred, Lord TennysonDecember 2009
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Thu 31 Dec 2009
Thu 31 Dec 2009
This is how Tequila works
Ah, yes, we’ve all been there at least once… 
Wed 30 Dec 2009
If you don’t like change, you’re going to like irrelevance even less.
General Eric ShinsekiTue 29 Dec 2009
To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.
George OrwellMon 28 Dec 2009
My email to Mayor Chris Coleman and Councilman Pat Harris this morning:
Pat/Chris:
I know that the city equipment shed is having trouble keeping the plows on the street, but the debacle last week has made the streets in Saint Paul the laughing stock of the entire metro area.
I’ve been living in the city for more than twenty years, and the plowing is the worst ever.
Our property taxes do not go down, and yet city management cannot seem to control this most visible irritant to the citizens. How about committing to making our streets drivable in the winter.
Maybe it’s time to call George and ask how to run the public works department. He always got the streets plowed before we had ice ruts on the street that last for months.
Best regards,
Jonathan Lord
Mon 28 Dec 2009
Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.
Mahatma GandhiSat 26 Dec 2009
My wife sat down on the seat next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, “What’s on TV?”
I said, “Dust.”
And then the fight started.
My wife and I were watching “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, “Do you want to have sex?”
“No,” she answered.
I then said, “Is that your final answer?”
She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, “Yes.”
So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”
And then the fight started.
Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing fifty miles per hour, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day.
I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wire’s back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
My loving wife of five years replied, “Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?”
And then the fight started.
My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, “I want something shiny that goes from zero to one-hundred fifty in about three seconds.”
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started.
A woman was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to her husband. “I feel horrible; I look old, fat, and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.”
The husband replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”
And then the fight started.
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