Wow....

Maybe once or twice a year I come upon a blog that makes me want to get up and dance down the aisle of the bus or twirl around one of the poles in the aisle of  the metro.  I found TWO good ones this week, and it's only Monday already.

First is Nailing Jello to the Wall. I actually found that a year ago, but the author took a rather longish hiatus and I forgot about it.  I'm happy to report that she's BACK!!

Second is Suburban Lesbian Housewife. Here's a sample (and the best thing written yet about Penn State):

How many children need to be raped before a University does something? Who could watch a child be raped and do nothing? Nothing at all? 

I see something like that? I'm getting a baseball bat or the heaviest object near me and I'm stopping it. Then, I'm going to the police. But I do not wait and go to my boss.

If someone was murdered, would you wait to tell your boss? Or do you call 9-1-1?

What football program is more important than reporting directly to the police a crime?

My god, what is wrong with this country? Full disclosure: I am a football fan. Love watching, playing, and I've been a Penn State fan for years. My grandfather went there, left a large donation and there's some plaque by a pond on campus with his name on it. I have always respected the graduation rates of football players from Penn State. 

Paterno knew for years. Years. Not a week, or a month, but long enough to have stopped the pain for many more victims. He could have stopped a predator. 

But he didn't. 

I'm suppose to sit here and shed a tear for him? I don't care what he did for how many years. 

And then there's her post "Meet Baby." A smidgen of that:

Meet Baby

I know you all think I'm miserably depressed all the time, and mostly that's true but I do still know how to laugh.

While Zachary and Jake were away on a road trip, I sent them pictures on their phones. Any time I saw a "punch buggy" I sent it to Jake and said, Punch yourself.

He would promptly punch Zachary.

I had found Zachary's "Baby" in the Ogunquit house. It was a gift from a good friend of mine and Zachary did love Baby. That is, when he was a baby. Poor Baby ended up on top of the refrigerator, long forgotten. Until I got Baby, dusted her off and took her on adventures.

Meet Baby.



Now, Baby did get a little annoyed while sitting on the refrigerator for so long.



If you mess with Baby, she will give you the finger.



Baby likes cake.

There's more...more Baby, more astute political comments..Enjoy!