Posted in Cleo on Nov 12th, 2008
Cleo’s best friend – other than me, Keeper of the Food – is a duck. A stuffed duck. A stuffed duck with a ripped beak and a limp neck. Cleo takes Ducky everywhere, and is happiest when the fattest part fills her mouth. “Where’s Ducky?” we say, “go get Ducky!” She frantically searches upstairs and [...]
Posted in Cleo on Oct 1st, 2008
Can it be Wednesday already? I’ve been so darn busy here at the McCain compound for like days now, learning to pronounce funny names and cramming for my debate. I tell you, there’s no time for blogging at all! Oops – someone else’s diary. My excuse is the Jewish holidays – a different kind [...]
Happy 4th of July from here in Lawrence, Kansas! Where people take the freedom to express themselves very seriously. Where people are creative with their independence. Where you can be the big kid in the neighborhood parade. Where you can stick your tongue out and be who you are. Happy 4th from all of us [...]
Posted in moving on Apr 17th, 2008
Poor Cleo. When we moved, she thought she was leaving fire trucks and sirens behind. We knew there was a station only two blocks away… …but we forgot to tell her.
Posted in Cleo on Mar 12th, 2008
Cleo brings in the paper every morning. But sometimes she thinks, I am just going through the motions. Maybe…I don’t really care about the paper anymore. Cleo wishes there was something really juicy in there But please, let Britney keep her clothes on. Spitzer? Old news is bo-ring. Hillary? Obama? Ptooey! No news is dog [...]
