The Primary Election Season has finally wound down and can I let out a collective "Thank God" for all of us?
I love politics as much, or maybe more, than the next guy but I was tired. Tired of the ongoing process, tired of watching the returns night after night and listening to the pundits talk about how divided the Democratic Party is.
I got so tired of hearing that line. Despite supporting Hillary until the end (mostly because I preferred her healthcare plan), I ended election night on Tuesday by signing up at BarackObama.com, making him a friend on Twitter and Myspace, and putting all of his appropriate buttons in their appropriate places. Don't let it be said that I was one of the delusional Hillary supporters on election night hoping we take our case all the way to Denver. No, I'm ready to move on to the big fight.
And I'll go ahead and say, the big fight with Obama leading the way feels right.
Four years ago, as I've mentioned before, I sat in my room during a "self imposed exile" and watched the Democratic National Convention on PBS. The young senator from Illinois took the stage, gave his famed "Red State-Blue State" speech and electrified the party like perhaps none before.
It's time. Time for Barack Obama to ascend the national stage and to return the prestige that comes with being an American. It's time to stop the fear politics. Time to stop the lies. Time to change the way politics are played in this country. I'm confident that this fall we will see a Presidential Campaign like we've never seen before.
Folks, history is about to be played before your very eyes.
What an exciting time to be an American.
A little message from my friends at MoveOn.org:
Don't forget to visit BarackObama.com, sign up and be a part of the movement if you aren't already.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Photo of the Day
This little thing finally arrived in the mail today in fact I'm typing on it's tiny keyboard right now! It's definitely small. I wouldn't go giving up my regular laptop for it, but I think it will be awesome for travel and for slipping into my purse when I want to.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Question of the Day
Last year it was 3 days into a 7 day trip to Florida before Jon had a suitable pair of swimming trunks. Somebody forgot to pack the stack of his and when we returned home, there they sat on the couch, just as folded as ever.
The year before somebody forgot to pack my father's vitamins. My Dad takes about 10 various supplements per day since he doesn't take prescription heart medication. I believe we ended up spending about $75 at the local GNC Outlet in Fort Myers to get all of the vitamins we forgot.
Flashback to the first year in Sanibel and you'll see us at the Walmart in Fort Myers spending $300 on fishing equipment my Mother said she didn't think my Dad would need to pack. $300 on fishing equipment during a trip in which my Father bitched about $50 for a dinner bill.
Two years ago I didn't book our vacation until 3 weeks before we left. I picked a place that was $500 for the week and the website offered NO pictures of the room. However the lady assured me it was close to the water. Trust when I say close to the water really meant over the freaking river, through the damn woods and across a retaining wall next to the penetentiary.
What I'm saying is that despite my online appearance about lists and preparedness the simple truth is I'll be leaving my house on Friday on a wing and prayer and hopes that I've at least forgotten things that I can buy later.
All this week will be a flurry of activity.
Any of you who have met my father know that he is an extremely detail oriented person. You might call this problem OCD, we just smile and nod our heads and don't let him know he's afflicted. He will be dictating and making lists and generally making this trip almost miserable.
Any of you who know me very well at all know that I have a shitload of flip flops and this week will be an intense trial in self control. There are 9 vacation days and only so much room in the van. Not that any of those issues has ever stopped me in the past.
But in the end I hope it won't matter how much he micro managed, how many changes of shoes I bring or whatever stuff has been forgotten. In the end I'll be relaxing on the beach again.
I mean, maybe. If we're lucky and don't run out of gas money halfway through the trip.
If I don't return hope it's because I simply could not leave the beach and not that I'm in some small town in Georgia working off a $200 tank of gas.
Question of the Day: How much will gas have to cost before you reach your breaking point?
The year before somebody forgot to pack my father's vitamins. My Dad takes about 10 various supplements per day since he doesn't take prescription heart medication. I believe we ended up spending about $75 at the local GNC Outlet in Fort Myers to get all of the vitamins we forgot.
Flashback to the first year in Sanibel and you'll see us at the Walmart in Fort Myers spending $300 on fishing equipment my Mother said she didn't think my Dad would need to pack. $300 on fishing equipment during a trip in which my Father bitched about $50 for a dinner bill.
Two years ago I didn't book our vacation until 3 weeks before we left. I picked a place that was $500 for the week and the website offered NO pictures of the room. However the lady assured me it was close to the water. Trust when I say close to the water really meant over the freaking river, through the damn woods and across a retaining wall next to the penetentiary.
What I'm saying is that despite my online appearance about lists and preparedness the simple truth is I'll be leaving my house on Friday on a wing and prayer and hopes that I've at least forgotten things that I can buy later.
All this week will be a flurry of activity.
Any of you who have met my father know that he is an extremely detail oriented person. You might call this problem OCD, we just smile and nod our heads and don't let him know he's afflicted. He will be dictating and making lists and generally making this trip almost miserable.
Any of you who know me very well at all know that I have a shitload of flip flops and this week will be an intense trial in self control. There are 9 vacation days and only so much room in the van. Not that any of those issues has ever stopped me in the past.
But in the end I hope it won't matter how much he micro managed, how many changes of shoes I bring or whatever stuff has been forgotten. In the end I'll be relaxing on the beach again.
I mean, maybe. If we're lucky and don't run out of gas money halfway through the trip.
If I don't return hope it's because I simply could not leave the beach and not that I'm in some small town in Georgia working off a $200 tank of gas.
Question of the Day: How much will gas have to cost before you reach your breaking point?
Monday, June 2, 2008
Things I Currently Adore
Sean Lennon. I happen to have a thing for celebrity musical offspring, as evidenced by my Lisa Marie Presley love. It's probably to do with my morbid curiosities.
Whatever the case I did a little searching this weekend and managed to get my hands on everything Sean Lennon has ever done (2 albums) off of iTunes. "Into the Sun", his first was okay. However I fell in love with his second go round: "Friendly Fire" which was released in 2006.
This song is my current favorite: "Parachute".
Sidetracked
I now interrupt this regular programming to bring you the following.
April's Vacation is in 10 FREAKING DAYS: A Soliloquy in Four Parts
Oh who am I kidding? Apologies to Shakespeare. I can't write a soliloquy, no thank you to my 17 years of education.
17 years of school. Wow. Kind of frightening to see that written out.
Anyways.
So I have 10 days until vacation. I'm going to call this pre-vacation. Because my butt is doing nothing in the next 10 days that isn't vacation related. I'll have to visit a dozen stores, twice. Then at some point I'll have to do a bunch of laundry. Board the dog...
Okay, I totally stopped writing this after I said "board the dog" because OH CRAP, I had forgotten to call and sign Jack up for boarding. After an intense 5 minutes on hold they assured me he would have a spot for 10 days this month. I have to take him tomorrow to get his yearly shots.
And now I'm all weepy about leaving him for 10 days. This is ultimately the toughest part of leaving. While the girls are small enough to come with us, and the cats are responsible enough to stay home alone, Jack is neither. I hope his neurotic self will be okay without us. I'm always reminded of something I read about dogs once, if they can't be with the ones they love...they love the ones they're with. Hopefully that will hold true.
Okay, I'm composed now.
Really I should be happy. Last year Jack stayed the week with my Aunt and Uncle. While with them, their friend managed to latch her grubby paws into my dog. They "bonded" all week.
And the friend fed Jack PURINA BENEFUL. Because she didn't think my dog food was "good enough".
Umm. Okay.
Feeding one of my dogs Purina is the equivalent of a vegetarian's kid being given meat at daycare. Or Jon and Kate's 8 being fed something non-organic.
For a week after we got Jack back home he had rancid gas. And his coat stunk. And he was OILY. Like, that's weird.
All because some old lady thought her $8 bag of Beneful was better than my $28 bag of grain free, grass-fed, organic kibble.
At least the vet will feed my dog whatever I send with him. And they'll walk him. And love on him.
In fact. I'm feeling better already.
If he can't be with the one he loves, at least he's not eating beneful.
April's Vacation is in 10 FREAKING DAYS: A Soliloquy in Four Parts
To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
Oh who am I kidding? Apologies to Shakespeare. I can't write a soliloquy, no thank you to my 17 years of education.
17 years of school. Wow. Kind of frightening to see that written out.
Anyways.
So I have 10 days until vacation. I'm going to call this pre-vacation. Because my butt is doing nothing in the next 10 days that isn't vacation related. I'll have to visit a dozen stores, twice. Then at some point I'll have to do a bunch of laundry. Board the dog...
Okay, I totally stopped writing this after I said "board the dog" because OH CRAP, I had forgotten to call and sign Jack up for boarding. After an intense 5 minutes on hold they assured me he would have a spot for 10 days this month. I have to take him tomorrow to get his yearly shots.
And now I'm all weepy about leaving him for 10 days. This is ultimately the toughest part of leaving. While the girls are small enough to come with us, and the cats are responsible enough to stay home alone, Jack is neither. I hope his neurotic self will be okay without us. I'm always reminded of something I read about dogs once, if they can't be with the ones they love...they love the ones they're with. Hopefully that will hold true.
Okay, I'm composed now.
Really I should be happy. Last year Jack stayed the week with my Aunt and Uncle. While with them, their friend managed to latch her grubby paws into my dog. They "bonded" all week.
And the friend fed Jack PURINA BENEFUL. Because she didn't think my dog food was "good enough".
Umm. Okay.
Feeding one of my dogs Purina is the equivalent of a vegetarian's kid being given meat at daycare. Or Jon and Kate's 8 being fed something non-organic.
For a week after we got Jack back home he had rancid gas. And his coat stunk. And he was OILY. Like, that's weird.
All because some old lady thought her $8 bag of Beneful was better than my $28 bag of grain free, grass-fed, organic kibble.
At least the vet will feed my dog whatever I send with him. And they'll walk him. And love on him.
In fact. I'm feeling better already.
If he can't be with the one he loves, at least he's not eating beneful.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Now Introducing
Cotton Cuddlesworth IV
Inspired by the Travelocity Commercials we bought this gnome for an interesting vacation photo project.
Stay tuned, of course.
And no. I have no life. But my brother thinks I'm awesome. I'm definitely giving him the fun youth I didn't have. ;)
Inspired by the Travelocity Commercials we bought this gnome for an interesting vacation photo project.
Stay tuned, of course.
And no. I have no life. But my brother thinks I'm awesome. I'm definitely giving him the fun youth I didn't have. ;)
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