PEARLS & AMBER

BARACK THE LEO

As if I wasn't already convinced. 

As if I hadn't already cast my vote for him, for all kinds of reasons-- 

The cut of his jib.  The stance on Iraq.  His record in general.  Okay, that voice.

His 'youth'?  Since when is forty-six young? 

Besides, this is a forty-six year old politician.  Even the best of politicians aren't suckling lambs, favorite flavor strawberry.

But so, the big news  (for me, this fine Super Primary Tuesday) is that Barack Obama is a Leo.

I love Leos, okay?  I'm a Leo.  Salt of the earth.  I kid you not.

But okay, cutting to the glaring reason to be dismayed with the finding is, Bill Clinton is a Leo too.  I voted for him too, that first election.  Yes, the Leo factor factored in.  Yes, I lived to rue the day.

But, Clinton's Mars is in Libra, and Obama's Mars is in Virgo.  Clinton's Saturn is in Leo.  Obama's Saturn is in Capricorn.

Anyone not understanding WHY this means Obama will be a totally different kind of Leo president than Clinton was, well, ask your favorite holistic friend for the name of their astrologer (yes, they have one), and go pay to find out the facts--

Astrological though, they may be.

ADDICTED TO ICE?

At last!  An addiction that doesn't cause death.  Doesn't cause weight gain or hangovers.  Doesn't drive friends and lovers away.  Doesn't cause lung cancer or impair driving ability or cause one's clothing to stink.  Doesn't cause one to laugh hysterically, attempt to fly without wings or forget where they put the baby.

At last an addiction that is so pure it can't be called an addiction at all--

Except it NEEDS to be consumed constantly, and causes the user to think about the next fix all day long.(And there is the side effect of freezing the tongue so that speech is impaired, but maybe that's not such a bad thing).

I'm talking here ICE CHEWING.

I got it straight from the Wall Street Journal--

There are people out there who compulsively chew ice.  They gotta have it.

So to that end, there are all kinds of types of chewable ice--Nugget Ice, for instance, and Chewblet.  There are different machines that make different types of chewable ice. 

And chewers have their individual style of chewing, their special needs.  Like those who have had ice machines that make easy-to-chew ice installed in their homes.  I'm wondering--does this machine reside in the kitchen?  Or next to the wet bar?  Or maybe in the laundry room because doing the laundry always brings out the need to chew?

I'm always on the look-out for an addiction I can get away with.  Like compulsive shoe shopping.  Or eating cake batter.  But shoes cost big money.  And cake batter is fattening.

Ice chewing?  As the next addiction of choice?

It's too good to be true, isn't it?  I can see it-- 

First scientists will develop illnesses that are brought on by compulsive searching for ice machines.   Then Hollywood will churn out "Ice Chewers Turn Country into No Country for Old Women."  And lastly the ice chewing journalists themselves will start writing about the dangers of too much ice on the brain, because the best way to hide one's addiction is to point the finger firmly in the other direction.

I may have to throw caution to the wind though, because...CHEWBLETS? 

How can I resist?