Showing posts with label responsibilities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label responsibilities. Show all posts

Thursday, February 8, 2018

What's Goin' on with Fiorella

Just when you think the late-night comedians have run out of fodder, Baby Donnie demands a pull-toy parade for his widdle self. He wants to stand up in the review box and have everyone salute his almightyness. The only good thing about this idea is that (1) it takes Nunes off the radar, and (2) Colbert's going to have a field day. But maybe Donnie should think about what happened to Caligula when his in-house miltary squad had had enough.
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The last chapter of Fio's book kept running through her mind as she was driving (in Husband's car) to the optometrist's office. It was sweet--a wedding, which is an unsuprising  ending in a romance--but it was feeing more like an epilogue when Fiorella wanted the story to end with a big bang. A big bang--that was it! She'd end it with a big bang! You know the kind (wink).
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Fio starts the morning by turning off the house alarm, feeding the dog and letting her out and in, pulling up the shades, and , bringing in the newspaper and skimming it. Then she checks out her email, Google News, her blog, and Facebook, after which she brushes her teeth, washes her face, lift weights, dresses, fixes her hair, and pushes hoop earrings through her lobes (because she is human), and comes downstairs again to play the piano and eat breakfast. At this time of year, she also works on the Christmas clean-up and hauls brush and forewood in for the fireplace. Along the way, she must work on her long-delayed book, get in a little Spanish practice, and keep up with her friends. Right now she has the added responsibility of getting the IRS information together and handling a legal situation involving a family business. The other legal thing, a student-loan situation will be settled next week. In between times, Fiorella pretends to be human.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Three Questions

Item by item, Fio is checking off her list--watering the yard, paying the bills and balancing the checkbook, doing the laundry, emptying the dishwasher, practicing piano, studying her etiquetas, picking up prescriptions, working on her book, pretending to be human.  Is it any wonder she sleeps like a log at night?
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Fiorella is both horrified and fascinated by Donald Jr's use of a Twin Towers cartoon showing his father as one of the Islamic terrorists. Repulsive, yes. Bad taste, yes. But could casting his father in a villain's role have also been an expression of deep-seated resentment, even hatred?
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Can Fiorella sue Governor Abbot for releasing her voting record to Abbot?

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Striving for Organization


Fiorella is going crazy(er) with her lists.  There's her list of the cell numbers of RWA chapter members, the list of parties she's invited to, the list of people she wants to meet up with, the list of clothes she will take with her, the list of her meds, the list of workshops she hopes to attend, the list of things she needs to do before she leaves, the list she plans to make for husband to do while she's gone.

There's no punch line to this entry.  It's just another list.