President's Day is here again. I'm sure miss Libby is celebrating this joyous occasion wrapped in an American flag and exchanging presidential trivia with all who will engage. Without Sara here to show me how to rock this holiday, I've taken it to the internet. In truth, I've let my economy-obsessed father take it to the internet, and have inquired on the fruits of his labor. Today I would like to call attention to FDR, who stepped in as our 32nd president amidst the first Great Depression. Here is a speech he gave after his first term.
"We know now that Government by organized money is just as dangerous as Government by organized mob." -Franklin D. Roosevelt
Faced with a grim economic climate, FDR brought Unemployment Insurance and Social Security to the table. I'm still waiting on my main man Obama to tell the bankers they are all a bunch of hooligans and we are nationalizing our banks. FDR would have.
Does someone with no child-birthing plans still have a biological clock? My feeling of urgency in adopting sara, the 4-year-old heeler found on the highway in 105 degree heat, says yes. Very much so.
A few days ago, I got thumped in the chin by Lyla's skull. Lyla is a gorgeous, sweet, lovable husky. The right side of my lip and my front right tooth had an unfortunate meeting and puffiness ensued. Yesterday, Darby must have decided I looked ridiculous and she gave me a skull thump on the left side of my lip. Now I look gorgeous.
My sister and I went post-holing last week in the snow across the lake. We lost Darby for bit, as she has a deeper love for chasing birds than she has for pleasing her people. Tami thought she was a goner for sure, much like she was convinced my cat had been devoured by an owl when he was hiding in the cupboards for the first 36 hours of his stay in Chiloquin. Darby returned to our feet when she was good and ready, doggy smile plastered to her face. Driving back home, we sang Jimmy Buffett tunes and I remembered that the reason I started playing guitar was to sing "Cheeseburger in Paradise" around the campfire in the Fikstad family tradition.
My first week here, I heard a song Brent had playing on the computer. About whiskey. 4 drinks and 200 songs later, I still haven't figured out which song it was, but Brent and I were up 'till 2am last night, making a good go of it, while increasing our music libraries tenfold. This guy should write a song about whiskey.
President's Day is here again. I'm sure miss Libby is celebrating this joyous occasion wrapped in an American flag and exchanging presidential trivia with all who will engage. Without Sara here to show me how to rock this holiday, I've taken it to the internet. In truth, I've let my economy-obsessed father take it to the internet, and have inquired on the fruits of his labor. Today I would like to call attention to FDR, who stepped in as our 32nd president amidst the first Great Depression. Here is a speech he gave after his first term.
