Thursday, August 27, 2009

Citizenship: Beating a Dead Horse

In the backward burg I presently call home (aka "Conservatives-R-Us so don't you dare disagree or we'll shoot you with our Constitutional right to bear arms"), our congressman recently held a Town Hall meeting, and some nitwit brought up--yet again--the question of President Obama’s citizenship...about which, by the way, there is no question. Here are the facts:
  • Barack Obama was born August 4, 1961, in Honolulu, Hawaii. Hawaii became a state August 21, 1959, nearly two full years earlier.

  • He was born on American soil, so he's an American.

  • If that's not enough, his mother was also a natural-born American.

  • His father was from Kenya, and under Kenyan law, that gave Barack, his son, Kenyan citizenship, as well, which meant he had dual citizenship as a child.

  • This dual citizenship lasted only until young Barack's 21st birthday. Kenya recognizes dual citizenship for children, but Kenya's Constitution specifies that at age 21, Kenyan citizens who possess citizenship in more than one country automatically lose their Kenyan citizenship unless they formally renounce any non-Kenyan citizenship and swear an oath of allegiance to Kenya.

  • Obama neither renounced his U.S. citizenship nor swore an oath of allegiance to Kenya; therefore, his Kenyan citizenship automatically expired on August 4, 1982.

  • President Obama IS a natural-born citizen of the United States--a citizen of ONLY the United States--whether some folks like it or not.
So DEAL WITH IT.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Informal mousie poll

Minnie is partial to pink mice--I have no idea why. Cats don't see color--or, at any rate, they don't see the full range of colors. I think scientists are saying now that they see a sort of green-blue world. Anyway, they don't see pink. So why favor pink toys? Maybe the dye smells particularly delicious.

So...do any of your kitties have a favorite color?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Too...much...work...

I'm still working off my overtime from staying home to supervise the bathroom remodel, and working six days a week has long since passed the point of Major Suckage. I've sorta lost track, but I think I have to keep this up through the second weekend in September, depending on how often I have to mow the lawn between now and then (because, see, I take mowing as an excuse not to work at the office, onnaccounta I have to sweat like a pig for hours in my yard in the heat instead). Anyway, when I'm not working at the office, I'm rushing through a regular weekend's chores in one day, so whenever I get any downtime, I collapse on the couch with TV and crossword puzzles. FORGET having any other sort of life. I'm grateful my cat still remembers who I am.

On the other hand, I have managed to find time to become a little bit hooked on Facebook and its dadgum FarmTown game. I spend half my lunchtime now checking on my virtual crops and working at other people's farms. I study the store's seed prices versus maturation rates for the best return. I've set aside a section of my "acreage" for the little house I'll be able to buy someday (with virtual coins, not real ones!). It's completely ridiculous. I resisted invitations to play at first because it seemed like an enormous time sink, all that plowing & planting & harvesting & whatnot...but it isn't that bad, really. And it's kinda fun.

And at least I don't hafta get sweaty.  :D

Friday, August 14, 2009

Once-yearly naughtiness

Oh, the diet fell down and went boom yesterday--I treated myself to loads of shrimp scampi and angel hair pasta at my favorite Italian restaurant. Wow, I'm not used to eating like that anymore--I feel like my stomach is still working on getting it all digested! But it sure was gooooooood.  :)  So I've decided that I can have shrimp (which are basically little cholesterol bombs) once a year on my birthday. Which I did. I might add another occasion later, if I can think of something special enough.

But I think I'll be cooking my own shrimp & pasta at home next time. My version is much simpler and lighter...and, of course, comes in reasonably small portions for which I don't have to pay a small fortune.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

"Welcome to my nightmare..."


Recumbent exercise bike
Originally uploaded by lasmyth
OK, not really, although this thing does make me work, and from all the huffing & puffing I do after a session, you'd think it was killing me. It's a recumbent exercise bike (as opposed to a regular upright bike) which allows me to pedal away without putting strain on my back or knees. This is my latest "weapon" in the Fight Against Flab. Note the stylish brown-paper-and-masking-tape accessorizing. That's to keep Minnie from chewing on the wires that control the computer, which controls the variations in intensity (how hard it is to pedal) during the exercise programs. That'll do until I can get some tough plastic cord covers. This is the first exercise machine I've had where the computer is actually integral to the machine's function (usually, they're just cheap bits of crap that stop working after two weeks and you don't really care because they didn't add much in the first place).

I'm also getting my diet back on track. It sorta went to hell during the remodeling, so I have bad habits to break again.