Susan's Blog
July 02, 2009 by susan 
I'm really trying to stay focused on the good news: Senator Al Franken.
I've managed to put a black-out over almost all the MJ coverage.
But Mark Sanford just keeps rearing his brainless little head.
As Cron commented on an earlier post, "At last - the rational explanation for the good Governor's dalliance: that was no mistress, it was my "soul mate!" So I guess that will keep him in the running for the 2012 presidential primary.
And of course it takes a big man to say he will try to fall back in love with his wife. I have to assume that comment is making her feel giddy, like they are 16 years old and courting again." And I replied . . .
June 25, 2009 by susan 
The thing about Gov. Mark Sanford isn't the fucking, it's the fucking hypocrisy. The so-called social conservatives like to define "family values" their way, condemn those who don't fit their model, then apologize for "a mistake" when they themselves can't walk their talk. A little bit more.
May 19, 2009 by susan 
horse butts: I'm the brown one in the middle
Barb and I are very busy, important people. Okay, busy. When things settle down, we'll be back. We miss the CLB and our loyal reader(s).
One such reader asked me to post a photo of myself, so I'm obliging him now. I'm the one in the middle. No, the upright one in the background is not me. It's my handler, Trish Martin.
To be continued.
May 01, 2009 by susan 
Last Saturday, Heid Erdrich, sister to writers Louise Erdrich and Lise Erdrich, won the Minnesota Book Award for her latest book of poetry, National Monuments. (And Louise won in the fiction category for A Plague of Doves.
For no other reason than a respite from The First 100 Days and now the Next 100 Days and Swine Flu, and because I want to promote Heid's book, I'm posting below the review that I wrote for our neighborhood newspaper, the Hill and Lake Press.
April 30, 2009 by susan 
Yessssss!: For lease sign in Norm Coleman's empty senate office
Don't count your senators, but Norm's St. Paul office is sporting a hopeful sign.
April 26, 2009 by susan Texas flu mingling with Alaska flu
I love pigs. The four legged cloven-hoofed kind, the Wilbur "Some Pig" kind, even the bacon kind. There is something so pleased-with- life-just-as-it-is about them --the boar with his low-rider balls swishing through the mud as he ruts for yummy stuff below, the sow sprawled on her side, piglets scrambling over her for the best teat. I know, it's the rare pig who lives that sort of life these days, but I'm a city girl and I like to pretend that until the click of the stun gun, my pork chop was having an A-OK sort of day. Read more. I get to Rick Perry, really.
April 13, 2009 by susan Here’s how Easter went for me.
I jolted awake early this morning with the numbers 7777 racing before my eyes like a ticker tape. This seemed like a good string of numbers under any circumstances, but on Easter Sunday, the day of renewal, it had to be even better.
I do not ever jolt awake early. I go to bed very late because sleep doesn’t come easily to me. The only way I can coax myself to bed at night is to think of that first cup of coffee in the morning. I do not practice good sleep hygiene. On most Sundays I manage to slouch downstairs barely in time for the 9 a.m. TV yak shows.
But this morning those four bold 7s popped me out of bed and upright in an eye-blink. Nothing to do but go downstairs and start the day, this glorious sun-filled bud-swelling new day. By the time the yak shows started at 9 I’d already read two Sunday newspapers, and started a little numerological research on Google. You won't believe this!
April 04, 2009 by susan 
Okay, I'm out of patience. I'm tired of hearing that we do not yet have a second senator because Minnesotans are either dysfunctional whack jobs (snicker snicker, remember Jesse Ventura??) or politely repressed Lutherans. (Could we put this whole Lutheran thing to rest? I mean, that's so yesteryear, like referring to New Yorkers as stolid Dutch. And if we have to be lumped as one with the settlers of origin, why not refer to us as laconic Lakotans or something?)
By all counts, Al Franken has won this race, again. And Norm Coleman has lost his appeal -- again. In every sense of the word.
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March 28, 2009 by susan 
Yawn, stretch, hey y'all, what day is this? Is it spring yet?
If you hadn't noticed, I dropped my end of the Clothesline somewhere back in November. What happened? I'm not sure, and you probably don't care, but it goes something like this:
First, there was a letting go of eight years of Bush-induced roiling gut and torqued neck when Barack Obama won the election. You know the relaxation exercise in which you clench every bit of your body as tightly as you can, scrunch up your face, hold your breath, and then let it all go? And you feel your weight sink into the floor and white light fills your head and for a moment the gerbil-wheel of your mind stops squeaking?
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