Damn. I keep wanting to write. Something, anything... but I keep running out of time. Truth be told I have written two other posts yesterday, and Blogger ate them. After two deaths, I give. Three would force me to destroy something.
This immigration nonsense is reaching fever pitch. Good. I hope enough Americans get pissed off enough to scare the living shit out of those asshats in D.C. The more I learn about it, the angrier I get. Free in-state tuition and scholarships for them once they're legalized. So, your son or daughter, or you yourself may end up S.O.L. for money.
And, you know those "fees" they'll have to pay? Well, as the law is written, they actually only pay the first couple hundred bucks, then get on a payment plan with our beloved government. Now, the really cool part is, they ALL qualify immediately for the "earned income tax credit", meaning they get a huge check from the IRS, straight from my friggin wallet, some of which is held to pay those fees. So realistically they pay nothing. You and I do.
How is it I haven't had a heart attack yet? How?
*Sigh*
In other news, my youngest turned 10. Had a great little party for her. Her big gift this year? Her first period, right on her birthday. Is this right? At ten?? Damn, I don't know. Man they get old quick. My oldest turns eighteen in a couple weeks. Done high school... Luckily I stopped aging at 35, so...
Hey, I had some caribou this week! Damn is that good. Like a cross between moose and deer. I have about eight pounds left in my freezer. Better than buffalo, I think. (We have a local farm where I can buy buffalo freshly killed and butchered) I've got to find somewhere where I can get some really exotic meats to try. (Like I tell my kids, you don't know if you'll like it 'til you try)
And, in closing, so long as I'm talking food, I need some rub/marinade recipes. C'mon, give it up. Mama won't mind, and it'll be our secret. 'Specially you Texans.
