Iraqi journalist hurls shoes at ‘dog’ Bush.
People have been assuming that just because the shoes thrown at President Bush were a size 10, that I was the person who threw the shoes. This is not the truth. I don’t have shoes. I was not in Baghdad, where the press conference took place. And if I did have shoes, they would be more stylish than the pair thrown at President Bush.
I think the person who threw the shoes was misunderstood. He might have gotten President Bush confused with me. I was the candidate who wanted to walk in other people’s shoes.












I Miss the Snow
I miss the snow. I don’t mean the snow outside, I am shoveling plenty of that.) I mean the snow that WordPress provided during the holidays. I miss looking at snow falling from blogs while reading. I felt as peace as I read blogs about the war in Iraq. I felt serene reading about hockey fights. I felt placid reading endless bickering among opponents on issues.
I wish there was a way it could snow on my blog year round. I am getting antsy reading about cease-fires and the hope of peace.