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I watched John McSame’s acceptance speeches last night. No that wasn’t a typo. It did seem to be several different, fractured speeches sort of stitched together to make one very confusing, “what are you talking about” speech but, maybe that’s just me.

Anywho, I caught myself in this predicament…

What he said (and I will be paraphrasing since I can’t possibly recount it verbatim): I remember when I was five years old and a man pulled up in front of our house…

What I heard: I remember when I was five years old and a fella pulled up in front of our cabin…

What he said: …and rolled down the window of his automobile…

What I heard: …and threw up the flap on the stagecoach he was riding in…

What he said: …and told my Dad the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor.

What I heard: …and told my Pa the Apaches had just attacked the Fort.

I know. I’m an evil little somebody but I just couldn’t help it. Something had to give! He seemed so lost at first. So out of sorts. So unsure. So up waaay past his bedtime. Then! Then! He finally does get some fire but it’s all directed at endorsing Annie Oakley. I was even more confused then. It was almost like he forgot he was the one running for president, not her. Or is she? Hmmm. Inquiring minds.

The only time he really had any honest to goodness passion was at the end with the whole POW part. I will give him his props there. I have tremendous respect for what he went through and the stamina and courage he put forth through it all. He deserves the undying gratitude of every single American on this planet for his sacrifice.

My gratitude he has. My vote? Not so much.

I guess folks in Iowa think their Smurfs can be bought real cheap. Seems the 25 year old drunk fella in this story thought he could get out of the whole driving under the influence thing by trying to bribe the arresting Smurf with the offer of a free sub. It didn’t work. Oh my. Imagine that. Maybe he should have gone for the combo meal…

And now, I will weigh in…

Apparently in a rousing game of Pin the Tail on the Elephant, John McCain and his merry band of supporters decided to “pick a woman, any woman” in an ill-advised effort to placate the fairer sex and win their version of an historic election. Have you lost your mind?

Yes, that was a rhetorical question. You see Mr. McSame Ol’ Thing, us womenfolk care a little more about what’s going on in the world than to just be all giddy about finally having one of our very own in the White House. And seriously??? Annie Oakley??? What’s up with that? What an affront to every woman, everywhere.

Sarah honey, your family needs you a whole lot more than this country needs you right about now. Don’t be fooled by McSame Ol’Thing and Cindy McBarbie. They don’t care about you or your family. They just see you as a means to an end and you and yours are completely dispensable.

Just my thoughts…Agree or disagree…My blog…My right.

The stuff that dreams are made of…you know…stupid stuff…things that make no sense…but you go along for the ride because it’s just a dream. But then, right in the middle of all the nonsense, right in the middle of peanut butter and jelly carousels and the Skipper and Gilligan, you show up…and I have to look twice…because you do make sense in a nonsensical sort of way.

You are you. The real you…not the faux you that came back from the war missing parts of your soul…missing big parts of your soul. You’re you. The you I left standing on the pier that night just after 9-11, watching you get smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror as I drove away and the darkness got bigger and bigger all around you. An omen, to be sure. I didn’t know it then. Neither did you. How could we? How could anyone?

You got on that ship and it carried you across the ocean and seas and sucked the life right out of you and I was here. I was home…but I knew. I didn’t want to know but deep in a place I didn’t want to go I could feel it happening. You told me about it once. You told me about the unbearable moment when you couldn’t reconcile your faith with the job you had to do out there anymore and you let go. You let go…and you got lost…and now…after all this time…you keep showing up in my dreams.

The part that has me so upside down is that you aren’t lost anymore…in my dreams. You tell me you’ve found you’re way and you’re back and everything that was lost is restored and it…all…makes…sense…you even tell me I came to the crazy part of the dream for you…to find you…and it is true that after you appear all the craziness stops….but…???…

I can feel you and I can touch you and we fit and I don’t want to wake up…damn, I don’t want to wake up…but I do…and you’re not there…not really…but I still feel you. How can something that feels so real only be a dream?

My girls have a cousin you all have yet to meet…until now. My sister sent this pic along today so all the world could meet the cutest little guy in fur! Say “Hey” to Ted…

Well, I told you guys some stuff had happened during our time apart and here is one of the biggest things that occurred…

Applause please!! Yes, yes, Baby Boy and The Kid finally tied the knot and we could not be happier! I would say she is pretty happy too. What do you think? They are amazing together and Aunt Deb wholeheartedly approves.

Hello, Children of The Bone! Yes my lovelies, it is really me. I know it seems as if I had buried The Bone and forgotten where I put it but, rest assured, such is not the case. I meant to take only a short break which somehow became an extended hiatus. My apologies.

Still, I have returned…hopefully a bit refreshed and better able to handle my time management skills. Things at Smurf Village have been outrageously busy for my office with our new Papa Smurf on board and, by the time my chocked – full day is over, I am absolutely beat and not wanting to do much more than collapse on the couch and try to watch my soapies on TiVo (usually through closed eyes).

Don’t misunderstand me here now. Papa Smurf is wonderful and I love the things he is doing even if it does keep me and my Smurf suit hopping. All of this is a good thing and I will get you folks and the rest of my Bonecollecting into the swing of my new routine. Just bear with me, please.

Now, a lot has happened during our time apart and, I want to share, but obviously not all of it at once. So, I’ll be throwing stuff out here and there that I’ve been up to, seen, heard, or thought about. Check back…it should be interesting!

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

Anatole France
(1824-1924)