Friday, November 5, 2010

Gridlock and Pointy Things..

I couldn’t be happier at the election results this past Tuesday.  Well okay, that’s not exactly true, I would be much happier if the party that is taking over were Libertarian rather than Republican but it’s better than what we have.  The best news is that with Republicans controlling the House, and Democrats controlling the Senate, DC will be in somewhat of a gridlock which is a win for all of us.  When Congress can’t get anything done, we are all better off!

I have decided that we are better off when there are checks and balances, that way, one party can’t railroad the other party and pass laws that limit our freedoms, whether it’s a socialist agenda (healthcare) or a moral agenda (defining marriage) or an idiotic agenda (limiting the ability of law abiding citizens to defend themselves ie. gun control).  Right now, I’m so happy I could burst into a fit of the giggles.  Aside from Washington being castrated at the moment, I’m sure that over the next two years I will have plenty of material to write about.

On a lighter note, I am starting dart league again in a couple of weeks.  Yes, I love to throw sharp objects at stationary targets and at one time, I was one of the best women in the league, though I’m a little rusty right now because I have taken some time off.  I’m not sure what our team name is going to be but the players in the dart league come up with some funny ones, one year there was a team called “Drunks with pointy things”.

Funny dart story:

One night I was playing in a tournament and this drunken fool kept walking in front of my board.  I asked him several times to please not do that and he would just ignore me. Finally, the last time, I got a little forceful with him and he proceeded to tell me exactly what I could do with my darts.

I kept throwing and a little while later, I see him out of the corner of my eye, making his way toward me, soooooo…   accurate shot that I am, I led him a little and launched my dart, hitting him right in the arm.  Now, don’t worry folks, these were plastic tip darts so the points aren’t very long, but the dart did stick in his arm.  He squealed and screamed like a little girl.

Naturally, I apologized and explained, in my sweetest Southern Belle voice, that I didn’t see him coming and I reminded him that I did ask him several times to not walk there.

He wasn’t happy with me, but, he never walked that way again.

Until next time…………

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