Well, really.

I mean really.

We’ve got snow.  A little, but still.  Snow.

The trees and grass are still green down in Civilization (read, the Front Range).

Satellite radio will begin with its dedicated Christmas music stations on Sunday (read, November 1st).

Glenn is dead.  And that irks me to no end.  Not so much I guess that he’s dead.  Because if you read the comic books you know that he’ll meet a rather gruesome end eventually, meaning he is just not going to survive the Zombie Apocalypse.  But really.  That’s not supposed to be for a bit.  And granted, it wasn’t going to be pretty.  But this was out of left field.  And such an ignominious way to go too.  The part that irks me to no end is that “you made me care–damn you.”  (Said to the producers of my obsession.)  Like I simply do not have enough to care about ahora mismo.   Ah, sorry.  Got carried away with the espanol.  Which, by the way, my smartypants computer doesn’t appreciate and keeps wanting to retype as some other words that, in all truth, simply don’t sound correct either.  What I meant to write was that I simply have A LOT going on RIGHT NOW (ahora mismo).  Agghhhh…how do I get it to stop with the auto-correct?  Enough already.  What the heck is “agora miso?”  Seriously.  That’s what it keeps trying to correct it to.  Good grief Charlie Brown.

On that note–we’re making some headway in the Spanish lessons.  It’s totally cool and I just have to say that she (the darling diva I inhabit this home with) is kicking some major butt–mostly mine–in the Spanish department.  She has the most adorable accent and sounds literally like Spanish is her native language.  And she remembers EVERYTHING.  Wow.  To be young again with an uncluttered mind.  Unfettered by the debris of the ages.  What I wouldn’t give.  I will have to settle with living vicariously through her.  Hope she doesn’t mind a hanger-on.

Back to Glenn.  I knew he wasn’t going to come out on the other side, wherever that may be, whenever that may be.  But I really just wasn’t ready for this.  And, again, I’m peeved that I care.

I mean really.  Really.

Shouldn’t I be more concerned about, say, the Republican candidates for President?

Ha ha.  That one made me laugh and almost spew my coffee all over the spiffy Mac keyboard.  Would have served it right for its asinine auto-correctedness.  But then I’d have had un problemo.  So thank the goddess it was an “almost.”  And yes, I’m drinking coffee.  And yes, it’s midnight.  What are you going to do?  This is truly my first chance to sit and have some “me time.”  And what better way to enjoy it than with a breve latte?  I do sometimes miss the days of yore, when I’d have a steaming 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mocha with whip sitting by the computer.  But I don’t miss the headaches and body aches and stomach aches.  So there you go.  Making do with a latte.  Sometimes sacrifices are called for in life.

Other things this week that made me shake my head:

  1.  The Republican debate–and really, what can be said there that hasn’t already been said?  Well this I guess.  Good ol’ neurosurgeon Carson is finally in the lead.  But the punditry class is calling Rubio the winner.  I think only because he sort of smacked Jeb! upside the head and made him look the pathetic excuse for a member of the Bush family that he is.  And they all said he was “the smart one.”  Scary thought.  But I’m not sure why Rubio is being hailed as the winner.  Ted Cruz sort of went off on the media and got lots of applause.  Who knows.  Who really knows.  Here’s what I have to say to the grand ol’ GOP (yes, I am well aware of the redundancy implicit in the last few words):  If you want to be respected by the majority of Americans as being of sane and right mind, then put forth respectable candidates that are of a sane and right mind.  Well, really.
  2. The farce of the Benghazi hearings that cost us lowly little taxpayers somewhere in the $20 millions.  Sadly, I had to work on Thursday so could not watch any of the testimony given by the esteemed HRC.  But the darling daughter was hanging out with her groovy grammy and they both sat and watched a bit.  I of course had no objections as the darling daughter has told me several times already “This country needs a woman president.”  I figured she’d form her own opinion of Hillary and let me know.  Sure enough, she did.  Just as we were going to sleep, she snuggled up to me and said “Hillary was awesome!  She sat there like this (here she mimed resting her chin on her hand and looking back and forth) and just watched them argue.  She is so cool!”  And the next morning we both looked at the front page of the New York Times with the very  same pose by HRC my daughter was trying to show me.   I don’t care if you don’t like Hillary.  Or if you don’t trust Hillary.  Or if you think she’s just feeding everyone a line and feels entitled.  Bottom line.  She was a pretty cool cat that day.  And my daughter noticed.  The one takeaway for her was Hillary sitting there, cool as a cucumber, watching her interrogators bicker with each other.  To my daughter, Hillary looked presidential.  She looked honorable.  She looked like a woman I would want as a role model for my daughter.  Believe me you.  I have had a long journey to this point today in which I’ll stand up for Hillary.  First and foremost I was irked (there’s that word again) at her “standing by her man.”  I do not like Bill.  I never have.  I do not now.  I never will.  World without end, amen.  I do not appreciate men who treat women as if they are simply playthings, who think they can wink and nod and get away with the most detestable of actions.  But.  But.  She is not he.  She stayed for reasons I will never understand.  And bottom line–us sisters got to stay together.  Girl Power and all that.  Luckily for me, she’s a progressive liberal  (read, librul).  So this was a plus for the week.  Really.
  3. I did a REALLY stupid thing on Tuesday and set off from the house, headed for Steamboat for gymnastics class, without checking the road and weather reports.  Dumb, dumb, dumb.  Stupid.  Really stupid.  We drove right into a blizzard on Rabbit Ears Pass.  So much snow and blowing snow I could only see from one reflector to the next–what’s that?  About a tenth of a mile?  Suffice it to say it was very poor visibility with snow-packed, icy roads.  And NO snow tires on yet.  And NO cold-weather emergency bag in the car.  And NO hats or gloves for either of us.  Thank the goddess we left the house with coats.  Good grief.  We’ve had such a long, dry, warm fall that I got complacent.  And the snow just sort of snuck up on me I guess.  Usually by now we’ve had a couple of snowstorms and it’s cold enough to know that winter is coming.  Not so this year.  We’ve got about an inch left on the hill on the south side of the house, in the shade.  The rest melted, and this is the good part, seeped into the very dry ground.  It’s a constant stress around here about precipitation and fire danger and whatnot.  Makes me crazy.
  4. And finally, Paul Ryan.  I don’t even know what to say here.  I honestly can’t see him as Speaker of the House.  All I can see is John Boehner.  He’s ruined it for me forever I think.  But Paul Ryan?  Really?  Eye roll and face palm.  Like he’s the white knight on a white steed who’s going to charge in and Save the Alamo.  Oops.  Got my metaphors mixed up.  I hate that.  But seriously.  What in the world is Paul Ryan going to do?  He’s been touted all week, well, for a couple of weeks for that matter, as the solution to all that ails this world.  At least Washington D.C. that is.  And I just don’t get that.  What is he going to do that John Boehner couldn’t?  Not seeing it, I am.

Well, the espresso buzz has buzzed out and I’ve got nothing else.  We’re ready for winter now, in case you were wondering.  The emergency bad weather bag is packed, the snow tires will be put on next week, the skis have been rented and the ski passes will soon be bought.  Yippee!  And all while listening to Christmas music starting Sunday.  Which is fine by us as we love us some yuletide seasons.  Birthdays, Solstice celebrations, peppermint, hot chocolate, stockings, trees decorated with tons of lights and cinnamon stick stars!  What’s not to love?

Blessings be.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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