King Blaggo??

Patti’s Honey-Do List

• Get indicted on conspiracy to sell a Senatorial seat….   Check!
• Deny everything, even though I am on tape….Check!
• Go to the office for the first time in two years….Check!
• Bring new political meaning to Bleeping Wrigley Field….Check!
• Buy a puppy…..   Check!
• Appoint a replacement for the Senate seat even though NO ONE in the Illinois Senate will seat my pick….Check!
• Get measured for King’s outfit…..DOUBLE CHECK!!!

Christmas Love

 

You know there are some businesses that never close.  Hospitals, Public Works, Police and other service orientated companies.  Such was the case one Christmas Eve, 1988. 

I was working at Marionjoy Rehabilitation Center in Wheaton Illinois when the luck of the draw had me working Christmas Eve.  Usually, Marionjoy’s Pharmacy closed at 6pm but this night my boss and I were working on some unusual compounds and had to stay.  Needless to say I was not happy about this.  One hour dissolved into two hours and still I was at the Pharmacy.  I wanted to get home to my kids, I wanted to see them open presents and I actually wanted to have some Oyster Stew at my parents but I was missing it all. 

At 8pm my Boss said to make one more round through the hospital and I could go home.  Why bother?  Everything was ruined.  I missed all the fun. Big deal I could home – yeah me… 

Making my rounds, nursing my annoyed feelings, I entered the second floor.  The halls were quiet but I could hear muffled sounds of the nursing staff celebrating a Christmas Eve party.  Great! I thought.  I get a cold sandwich, they get canapés and EggNog. Hmmmph…. 

Turning to go back to the elevator after filling the drug cart, I heard a sound that I thought was Hi! Whipping my head around, I spied a little toddler girl in a playpen.  Standing there smiling at me was one of our latest arrivals from Marklund Children’s Home.  This little girl called Kathryn was severely brain injured at the hands of her Mother and was rehabilitating at the Center. 

Well, I could not turn away so I approached the playpen and she held her arms up to me.  I bent and picked her up, careful to not dislodge her feeding tube and found a rocker where I could sit with her.  I had planned to only spend a few moments until the nurses noticed she was still in her playpen, but I found myself talking to her. 

I spoke to that little girl for what seemed like hours. I rocked and sang a carol or two. After quite a while, I felt a nudge on my shoulder.  A nurse stood smiling and whispered, “I’ll take her now”.  I realized I had fallen asleep with Kathryn in my arms.  I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 11:30pm!  I had rocked myself to sleep with this precious child in my arms. The nurse said I looked so peaceful she did not want to wake me but little Kathryn needed her crib.  3 ½ hours I was with this sweet child.  And in those hours I forgot my annoyance, my selfish irritation and found a sense of peace that sometimes is rarely felt in the fast, fast world. 

Walking to my car, I realized that I had just been given the greatest gift from the most unusual place.  A little girl, wounded beyond comprehension, taught me what the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas isn’t about EggNog or presents or the occasional party.  It is about a small child that brings you love when you least expect it. 

Love, Peace and Serenity to you and your family.

And the Political Penguins Start To March

John Harris, Blaggo’s Chief of Staff resigned this morning, his lawyer said.  Harris dropped off his letter of resignation today in person and will not be going back to the office, according to his lawyer, Terry Ekl.

The body exit is a bit like the March of the Penguins but in that respect, I think Penguins are nicer and probably more honest…. 

So Jesse Jr??  When are you going to defect?

Out Dammed Blaggo, Out!

There has been quite a bit of fussin’ about Patti Blagojevich being this generation’s Lady Macbeth because she has had her star turn in the latest Govo-Blago mess!  See Washington Post’s turn of the screw HERE

Now, we all swear.  Some of us drop the occasional F-bomb as well but come on!  Is Patti dipping into the narcissitic pool her hubby has been bathing in?  Did she really think that “investigation” only meant at his office? Ya need to keep the ole F-bombs from dropping in the public eye or in this case ears even though you think that you are too insulated in your husband’s dream world.  You were vulnerable Patts and showed a bit of your ugly side.

Instead of washing out the “dammed” spot, she should chew on a bar of Irish Springs and encourage her Macbeth to step down.