...I am that woman.
I was downstairs, humming Taps to myself partly out of respect that for some reason it is the first military tune that comes to mind (which is telling in and of itself) and I had just come in from listening to Webb talk about how politicized the military has become. And why I didn't realize this before, but hot damn if my stepfather was probably not a Republican. How I never really thought of that before (I mean, I DID grow up in Texas so it was kinda just a given) never crossed my mind. Love how NPR makes me think a lot more than say...Kube. Although, last night the Night Time Players (Mr. E in particular) had me thinking about "representing" and not blasting non-rap in the car. I digress.
Humming taps as I packaged up my deader than dead laptop. Yeah. Don't get me started. And yes, it is ironic that Mr. E was talking specifically about not banging Alanis, I read a blog from another brother today saying about the same and here I was thinking how friggin' ironic it was that my cake baker's laptop crashed (and she had just received it back) only to see. Mine was actually recalled for a service patch. One that conveniently all of a sudden renders your laptop useless. But not your harddrive. Which is yet another lesson in back up but it's not like I hear those lessons.
I just cry me a river and then Robert promises to get me a new computer (well, really, get HIM a new computer and I get his old one--I just play with photos and the internets, he's the one that's got all kinds of crazy going on and therefor needs the latest and greatest). Anyhow. Packed laptop up. check. Warmed up warmed over mac and cheese. Check. Went to go for hot sauce. Uhm.
Oh yeah. I have an extra bottle in the cupboard. Which is darn good because my other bottle is (wait for it)...
...uh yeah....
It is in my purse. And what?
Some fun stuff today:
Great catwalk at SisTv (be sure to check out Virginia Tillery's layout--she's my pic...love her)
Ani and Mario make an adorable robot groom and tiger print bride
My hair looks hot today
Some not so fun stuff today:
Work until 6:35. Deny appointments should NEVER last 1.5 hours
No him to come home to. See above. He's doing his civic duty
When visitors overstay their welcome. Guess we're on a roll here with this list.
Some "wow, this is my life stuff":
Not today, but hanging out with our absolutely amazing photographers Gerald and Arika. Ya'll blog readers chose so so SOOOOO very well on which photographer to go with. Love you all to pieces for that.
Saturday's Congressional Distict Caucus. I know people--relaly GREAT people going to Denver in August. I actually KNOW and get to talk to them and continue to know them. I didn't make it, but I know people who do. How absolutely amazing is that??
Things to just wonder:
Where are my books at.
Why I didn't just go finish my book off
Why I can't find something decent for my mother of the bride
Why it was so friggin' easy to find a little boys tux this time around
how it went from pure summer Sunday to "Feels like November" Tuesday. Loved it all though
where those RSVPs are from family folks who need to get it together already.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
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Because it is Friday and was gorgeous out earlier but is only getting cloudy because it is about time to get up and do something, I ordered the three books above. Partly because I had Iman's book on my list for quite a while. Partly because I read a great quick review of How to Wow on the Never Eat Alone Blog and partly because I needed a third book to get my free shipping at Amazon.com. Never mind also the need to do everything in three's lately. Or perfectly format blog posts.
So tomorrow are the Congressional District Caucuses. Lots of AMAZING folks running. So this will likely be the end of the road for me BUT I love how the Because | Democracy in Action project has taken off so I'll have a bit of time to work on that even more thoroughly as I gave notice at my position at Seattle University this past Thursday. Such a pleasure working with those folks but on to a really exciting opportunity that I'll chat more about soon. Just need to finalize a few things first.
Like how I love that I'm in love with a dude who is absolutely sure in what he wants. Even when the emails get a bit rough (smile). I've got some shopping to do tonight. I was thinking for a while that I really like Marc Jacobs Daisy. He's thinking more SJP Lovely. So of course you know I know where to go to figure all that out. Gotta make sure I'm smellin' the part of the sweet nice fiance right? I thought you would agree with me there.
Wedding planning is coming along fantastically. We did the best tasting ever at Kaspar's. I can't even begin to tell you how amazingly delicious that food was. Now I get to pick appetizers and contemplate if I really want to do a desert trio after all. Gotta figure out what is included on that. And then I gotta get to gettin' on finalizing guest lists and getting invites out. I tell ya.
Engagement shoot this Sunday. Totally, totally fun. And then some! Get to have fun in the park with Robert and neither of us will be behind the camera. You'll get to see just how non-photogenic we really are (smile). But because we have super photographers in Arika and Gerald, I've no doubt life will at least look perfect for generations to come.
I need to go get some lunch and probably should try to stop by the bank(s) today and close out my individual account. That whole joint life stuff is getting crazy.
Some things I'm loving lately:
* That little kid who went running full speed ahead to that big dog with the happy wagging tail
* "You know, they don't shed a lot but they do have drooling issues"
* Alki patrons who run full speed after you to return the wallet you dropped on the ground getting out the car
* Veggie pho (smile)
* Third Annual Statewide Diversity Conference
* 80 degrees in Seattle
* White shoes and white purses
* Because | Democracy in Action
* gmail
* Scrappy nights
* Baby pictures
* slow afternoons
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Craziness subdued
I mean really. We have taken to talking about the hot mess that is essentially what we know to be our current existence. I'm not at all trying to knock anyone (ahem), but my word people. It is MAY. Some observations:
It is a tape measure and a private fitting room. Not that deep.
That housing crisis? Coming to Seattle.
Quantae says "sign me up". And he's an honor student so he knows what he's talking about.
What is UP with FTD Mother's Day flowers?
Is it football season yet?
Jamaica. During one of their busiest weekends of the year. Can't WAIT.
Because Democracy in Action. Crazy.
May 17th - sigh...fingers crossed, ear talked off.
If it ain't one stalker it is another. I must have that good stuff.
The other day, i heard a remix (can't remember which one) where old boy was talking about pipe. I almost had to pull over I was laughing so hard.
Saturday. We tasted the best food I've had in a good grip. Which isn't hard given my propensity to feed my man ground turkey sloppy joes and grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup (pass the Lousianna hot sauce and I'm happy). I need to get on better than that.
He's going to be ancient on Thursday. What's the perfect gift for the guy who is super picky, has it all, doesn't want anything and won't get up off it already? Clue. Me. In.
It is a tape measure and a private fitting room. Not that deep.
That housing crisis? Coming to Seattle.
Quantae says "sign me up". And he's an honor student so he knows what he's talking about.
What is UP with FTD Mother's Day flowers?
Is it football season yet?
Jamaica. During one of their busiest weekends of the year. Can't WAIT.
Because Democracy in Action. Crazy.
May 17th - sigh...fingers crossed, ear talked off.
If it ain't one stalker it is another. I must have that good stuff.
The other day, i heard a remix (can't remember which one) where old boy was talking about pipe. I almost had to pull over I was laughing so hard.
Saturday. We tasted the best food I've had in a good grip. Which isn't hard given my propensity to feed my man ground turkey sloppy joes and grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup (pass the Lousianna hot sauce and I'm happy). I need to get on better than that.
He's going to be ancient on Thursday. What's the perfect gift for the guy who is super picky, has it all, doesn't want anything and won't get up off it already? Clue. Me. In.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
And we return
With more visual list happiness. Gray day out, but I've gotta go and do the following before all hell freezes over:
Get to the post office
Find those envelopes
Did I mention I need to go to the post office?
Head out and REALLY find a dress
Maybe drive to Redmond. Or is it really Bellevue?
Figure out this thing called life.
I had a horrible, HORRIBLE dream last night that it was like two weeks until the wedding and I still had like a mile long todo list. And rather than just saying "You know, that's just not going to happen" I broke it down, figured out timing and committed to pulling allnighters for two weeks to get it all done. I looked a hot mess on my wedding day because of it. Uhg.
There's basketball on tonight? I used to be such a proball freak. Then they did my city wrong. Okay...it was before that. Maybe then I got a life? I don't know. All I know is that there will be boys here watching basketball which means that I get to scrap on national scrapbooking day! Maybe.
But I promised photos so photos it shall be.
I won't even tell that "he baked it" lie. No. I cannot cook. Or bake either for that matter. Unless of course I really set my mind to something. So we made this "molten lava cake" about like a month ago. I had to photograph it because cake don't NEVER last in this house. Okay. I had to photograph it because it was a hot mess. Literally. From no hand mixer (oh yeah, I need to put one of those on our registry) to impatience to me having a finger in the batter, this was just a given. But never fear. That boy was TASTY. And a precursor of things to come for the wedding. And yes. Yes I do know that I have a wedding blog and that it would be perfectly appropriate for me to post all this junk there. I'm consolidating life. In that whole "move in" mode and all. Life changes can be traumatic like that (smile).
And this would be why I'm not allowed to go price anything out at Costco. I was supposed to be pricing tulips for the Staff Appreciation | Easter lunch. Yes. I work at a Catholic school so we get to have things like Easter lunches and Christmas parties at work. And we don't call them Holiday parties and we don't send out Season's Greetings, we send out Christmas Cards. Just so that you're sure you know what you are getting into when you hang with us I guess. And yes...at Christmas, there are Christmas lights strung all over campus and it is the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
I digress. The yellow pad. With like two lines of scibble? Because I remember almost everything without writing it down so long as I repeat it like 3 times? Anyhow...the Wedding Receptions magazine. Totally didn't need it but it passed the "flip to three pages, do you see anything you like?" test (score--all three pages were hits so I HAD to buy it). You can barely see it, but there is a big Costco sized stack of handmade specialty papers there too. I almost got a Cropadile too. Hush it. And the budding branches. I love that Costco has garden bunches for like $9. Which reminds me, I also want to go to the market today cause I saw some gorgeous GORGEOUS orange flowers at work today and I'm really hoping orange is in bloom now. BUT...the Market is the last place I hardly never go because of parking. I know. Everytime guests come to town they're all "I'd shop here all the time for my fruits and veggies and flowers and fish" and I'm all yeah right. Until you had to fend for parking instead of having me drive you around and drop you at the door.
They were so cute and pretty stacked all together. The brown envelopes, the white and blue addresses, the cute little pink stamps. Pink? Yeah...I thought I had enough orange blooms to make it work. Sue me.And yeah, I actually DID have to add an additional stamp to each of those envelopes so that was the drama of timing. Like I was going to let them stick an ugly forever bell stamp on it.
By now the world knows (well, most of the delegates in the state of Washington know) that I am running for national delegate. It went from the district level caucuses where we were BEGGING people to please sign up as alternates just in case to the legislative district caucuses where there were a good crop of folks trying but not all that hard to the congressional district level where I have a close to non-existent chance. BUT. In the process I have had the opportunity to meet some really amazing folks to profile for the Because | Democracy in Action essay and the photos are coming out really amazingly. I'm finishing up the Tibet photo book here in a hot minute and getting that one entered and then I'll start compiling this one. This one has really stretched me in that I'm generally (hard to believe, I know) a shy girl who is a bit timid to reach out and talk to someone for fear of rejection. But when you believe in something so right and are passionate and talking to a friendly crowd, it makes it all the much easier to get up and say "hey, would you mind helping me out?" You all rock!
Did I mention I was recently in the OC? And what I love about the OC is that there really are oranges there? And that oranges are my most favorite fruit in the world? They are actually close to my number one food in the world if it were not for things like Louisiana Hot Sauce and chesse sandwiches. Or green chicken enchiladas. Or veggie pho (2 pcs of shrimp...pass on that next time)
Only in the OC do friggin' expensive BOP show up on every median and street corner. I'm just saying. You try to publicly plant them here in Burien and you'll see a lot of cut stems. Which is odd because everytime we go to see tulips, R is adamant that open fields like that would never fly in Cali because folks would be taking a snip or two and making a living off of them. See: oranges above.
Close to never. Make that never. That's how often I get this one to actually focus for a hot second so that I can take a picture. And he's smiling and a willing participant at that! Okay, really, I had to break out the huge lens and take this picture of him at the course from his sister's house and he was probably grinning about a great shot someone just took. Or maybe he was thinking about the trip to the beach later that day. Or about the doggie he might one day get if he acts right. Not...I'm in the reflection. Up close and personal. Score!
I think you should know that Ricotta cheese is actually one of my most fave foods in the world. That is what is in the bowl about to be tossed into some shells for stuffed pasta. I want to go make some right now just thinking about it. Yes. Carbs at 9 am is probably the equivalent of drinking before noon in this house. I can't help it. The flowers...I want to say that was Safeway. Bleh. They look so pretty in mass but for the price, Costco all the way. But the important image in this shot is the Zappos box. Can you say wedding shoes? Okay. How about free shipping?
Honestly now. Yep. That is my dress. Holy COW it is so friggin' amazingly GORGEOUS. You don't even know. You don't even know. Heck. I didn't even know! I went with Liisa to get all up in her dress business and we pulled mine out the back to show her the color (hard to explain, but GORGEOUS--especially on me if I do say so myself which is okay because on Wed at work, someone came into my office and told me that my orange blouse looked great on me..."especially with my skin color". I said please and thank you ma'am so I get one to throw out there like "the color of my dress looks damn good on me" it is only fair right?). Anyhow, the tiny little thing with the cute earring and necklace set flipped it around so we could see the back and the train and I about fell out. I was like "OH MY REALLY??!" Course I was wearing the thing and they were piling on the veils trying to get me to buy $500 worth of tulle so I didn't get to see the detailing but oh my I'm about to cry thinking about it. And I'm so not the girly, crybaby type. Deep breath. Anyhow, had to order it because I'm a 7 foot amazon girl (6'2 in my heels...I'm marring a 6'6 guy and I'm 5"11 on a short day) and needed the 4 inches extra length and we're going to have to probably still rig something up with my shawl that won't be a shawl. We got this.
I've already mentioned how I love costco flowers. But really. They have such gorgeous colors going on there that I never knew about in my quest for the lifetime supply (clearly, we're living longer than expected nowadays) of toilet paper and the case of artichoke dip that no self-respecting human being should ever be seen carrying out of that store. I don't know why, but I just remembered that I saw my old landlord at Safeway the other day. He's a cool guy. So is his wife. A cool girl. Woman. They just had a girl--about the same time as my boss actually. Lot of baby going around here lately.
If the sky here looked like this, I'd be out playing. But since it does not, I'm still going to go out and play because well, it is Seattle and we'd all die in our cozy little homes moping about if we waited for good weather to go do anything. Good on him--he's out doing another crazy long bike ride. And me? Right.
Stay sane! Get your RSVPs back. And yes already. Myregistry.com for the quirky stuff (you'll need to email us for the password because our address is all up on that joint) and Bed Bath and Beyond. Thanks Anne and Miranda for the last. Ya'll should get your referral bonuses soon right?
It was such a hit last time...
...and my life has become so all consuming with the photo taking lately (which, I LOVE by the by!) I figured that rather than getting on here and posting a pitiful list of things we all know good and well by now that I will NEVER in half of forever and then some come back to update...how about a visual list for my visual learning self. Deal? Deal.
In no particular order of course:
These are the times when I am so appreciative of the facts that:
1. I am about to marry an ex-wedding photographer.
2. I am half a minute handy on the whole post-processing bit.
See...this here photo...not all that great. Not because of the photographer so much as the girl who bought her $7 dress thinking it would be perfectly cute for an engagement photo shoot. The top is a bit, uhhmm, revealing and the rest of the dress leaves way too much to be desired. But I like the jewelry and get tons of compliments on the earrings you can't really make out. Which is the point because I'm still not 100% convinced this won't be the get up. As such, I played with the photo and I've decided I like the animated me a lot better than the photographed me. I'm just saying is all.
That there. Those would be about 2/5ths of the preview of the wedding centerpieces. The other three fifths is a surprise (smile). Think OC light of my life and well, Seattle of course. Ish.
That is called "The damndest thing happened on the way to see the man whose name I shall not speak. I'm just saying. He was funny. The dent and the tale the person was telling who put it there was not. But I'm a sucker for old school brothers who remind me of my people's just trying to make it so I pretty much just sucked up the fact that I'll be paying like $50 a month more in insurance premiums but he'll get to keep his job for the city. Yeah yeah...how nice of me. Not so nice that I'm having second thoughts about that because, of course, now dude is being totally unresponsive. Remember when I first started blogging and asked if I had a sticker on my forehead that said "I'm a sucker?" Right. It wasn't a sticker after all.
Is that not the absolute coolest thing you ain't never seen? Aside from the fact that I've killed every gold and beta fish I have EVER owned (to the point that some have committed suicide by jumping out of their bowls to get away from me) I don't think I'll get a salt water or coral tank anytime soon since I can't afford to buy the stuff that goes into one let alone the person I'd need to hire to actually take care of it. But I tell ya. The highlight of any trip to the OC is going to his sister's house and checking out her gigantor tank. I could jump right in and get lost up in it. And you think I joke. I mean. It really isn't THAT big, but I do find myself just sitting there for a good hour watching the one clown fish go all crazy on anyone that tries to come up near his corner of the tank. And just watching all the puffy, stringy, floaty things. I mean I'm a sister who doesn't do the ocean thing cause things would touch me. But I was watching survivor and they were swimmin' with the jellyfish and even I had to admit that that was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
Until later. The future husband to be rings. Congrats T on your engagement! Brit it is SO great to "find ya" via your reconnect from T's blog. And trash the dress...T...you know my heart on that one. Totally!
More later today Happy National Scrapbook Day!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Because | Democracy in Action (Obama profiles)
Why yes, I DO count. And to that, I've even gone so far as to say so and demonstrate why. Yes, I'm still hung up on being in Washington, the "big" state of popular voters who don't count because we go through that "undemocratic process" of caucuses and don't really count turnout much from the primary vote. All tongue in cheek (smile).
If you don't know by now, I'm a State Delegate (11th LD, 7th CD) and of course I'd love to go to Denver. But beyond that, I really REALLY want to get more profiles on the calendar for the Because Democracy in Action (yes, yes I DID spell it Democrazy and have to go edit it again) shots. I have some openings in the next two weeks, then a spat of no openings for about a week and I opened up another two weeks of shots. So, let's get you profiled!
You can read more about the project here at my Obama Delegates page and you can email me at henderson.bernadette@gmail.com. I do travel ALL OVER for various causes so no you DON'T have to be local (as in Seattle or even Washington state) to participate though I am in a heavy push to get more WA supporters involved. I prefer that you are an Obama supporter, but I've had some really AMAZING profiles pop up from people who were undecided and others who were for another candidate and then switched so, we'll work on you (smile). And yes, I was somewhat joking in that there will be no heavy pressure, but I will indeed be asking Obama specific questions so your perspective will be narrowed for the purposes of the survey. I've had some really clever, fantastic responses from folks who took that and ran with it.
Ready to jump in? Shoot me an email. In the subject line put "Obama Profile" and in the body, tell me your first and last name, gender (although if you put Mr. or Ms. I'll figure out how you identify and that is fine by me), location (city, state, country) and one reason why you support Barack Obama (or, a reason why you're unsure or don't support him). I'll send you the info, you decide to what extent you want to participate. Cool? Cool. Feel free to link me up either from this blog post or (preferably) my Obama Delegate page.
Can't wait to meet you!
If you don't know by now, I'm a State Delegate (11th LD, 7th CD) and of course I'd love to go to Denver. But beyond that, I really REALLY want to get more profiles on the calendar for the Because Democracy in Action (yes, yes I DID spell it Democrazy and have to go edit it again) shots. I have some openings in the next two weeks, then a spat of no openings for about a week and I opened up another two weeks of shots. So, let's get you profiled!
You can read more about the project here at my Obama Delegates page and you can email me at henderson.bernadette@gmail.com. I do travel ALL OVER for various causes so no you DON'T have to be local (as in Seattle or even Washington state) to participate though I am in a heavy push to get more WA supporters involved. I prefer that you are an Obama supporter, but I've had some really AMAZING profiles pop up from people who were undecided and others who were for another candidate and then switched so, we'll work on you (smile). And yes, I was somewhat joking in that there will be no heavy pressure, but I will indeed be asking Obama specific questions so your perspective will be narrowed for the purposes of the survey. I've had some really clever, fantastic responses from folks who took that and ran with it.
Ready to jump in? Shoot me an email. In the subject line put "Obama Profile" and in the body, tell me your first and last name, gender (although if you put Mr. or Ms. I'll figure out how you identify and that is fine by me), location (city, state, country) and one reason why you support Barack Obama (or, a reason why you're unsure or don't support him). I'll send you the info, you decide to what extent you want to participate. Cool? Cool. Feel free to link me up either from this blog post or (preferably) my Obama Delegate page.
Can't wait to meet you!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
What do you mean I don't COUNT?!
So PA has got us all up in arms to get out and DO SOMETHING to move this little groundhog along. I mean really already. Stop it. No, not "stop the voting" and "disenfranchise" people. But stop the stupid spin. How stupid do I have to be to really believe half of what is out there?
By the very definition, spin certainly is supposed to tell your story in the best light. I get it.
But don't take the word "story" to be the operative condition there.
Take for instance the AP story about who has more of the popular vote. In particular, I like this passage:
"Including Michigan and Florida, Clinton has 15.1 million to Obama's 15 million — a lead of about one-half of a percentage point for Clinton. Without Michigan and Florida, Obama has 14.4 million to Clinton's 13.9 million — a lead of about 1.7 percent for Obama. Neither total includes the primary vote total from Washington state, since it doesn't count toward the nomination and the party awards delegates based on its caucus."
Uhm. Whoa now. Understand, I'm a Texan educated in NY about to marry a Californian. So I've always been about "states that matter" (and for the record, I lived in the Liberal Step-child tip of Texas known as El Paso). And yes (gulp) way back in the day when I was graduating from College in the election of 2000, I did that. You know what I'm talking about.
But fast forward. I understand. Washington is beyond jacked up in that we have both a caucus and a primary and really, only the caucus really REALLY counts although I want to say they give like some meaningless pithy percentage (think, 1/8th of 1 percentage point or some other democrazy nonsense) to the primary results. Granted, when a particular candidate knocked the HECKFIRE ball out the park on the other candidate, there was rampant rumorgate fantasizing going on about flooding the primaries to produce a "contradictory result" that would send a different message. So I sent in my friggin' mail-in only please cause you live in King Co. ballot and called it a day.
Not only do I think that Washington is a "big state" (gotta love the size and breadth of everything in the West), but hey darn it already. I not only voted and PAID TO DO SO (stamps are NOT cheap anymore...let me tell ya...forever stamps or otherwise). But I also caucused.
Now on that "undemocratic caucus" front. I didn't want to call anyone out on this. Mostly because I am but one girl and who knows if my experience was remotely similar to anyone else's experience but given what I've been watching on the CNN and the MSNBC and the Fox people's news channels about "negative" campaigning (I could do a whole new post on that), let me just say that I suspect my experience was not "unique".
As startled as I am to see the...well...how shall I put it? Well, the double standards that have abounded in this fascinating campaign is what I'm speaking of. But. Come on. To say that caucuses--where you have to make a pretty hard core commitment to:
1. understand the process of making of the most important decisions of your life
2. REALLY understand the process to the point of understanding just how long you REALLY have to stay so that if say you have to work and can't stay for 9 hours of people trying to figure out what that vote means and why we can't just automatically select the non-delegates as alternates and why we have to have a whole new ballot...etc. then at least you know that you can sign in, state your preference and then get on off to work if you don't want to be a delegate. Yeah. really.
3. know your candidate and be willing to talk about the positives of said candidate
are undemocratic is kinda sketch. Mostly when your premise for their "non-democrazy" status (purposefully left it like that because face it...caucuses are crazy and a day) is that "people can be intimidated" and "working folks are excluded" and "only passionate people take part." Well, I could take those one by one but really.
Sure. I'll cede that working folks find it infinitely harder to be elected delegate to the next round of caucuses/conventions (although, fantastically in the party of fairness as George Will has taken to calling the Democratic Party on This Week with the Other George who's name we no longer speak in my house...I LOVE that dude--George Will, not the other George...there are set ups so that even those types of folks can move on if they really REALLY want to).
I will also cede that it tends to be my experience that a particular candidate's people--in my experience, it hasn't been the candidate you're expecting--are absolutely passionate, vocal proponents for their candidate of choice.
And I will definitely attest to the fact that people can be intimidated. I'm a big, hood sister and the bless her heart, but Stephanie from Sylvan--you scared the bejesus out of me when I was all about the organizing and you were pontificating on what rule excluded what 17 year old born before the summer solstice in an odd month in the state of Oregon but made exceptions for those 16 year olds who happened to have a Hillar...I mean...well. Yeah. You scared me. You were older, you were wiser, you told me you were an old party hat and had been holding caucuses since before I was ever thought of (which is, just FYI, a really REALLY long time) and you intimidated me into believing that even though I'm one of those snooty over educated (Ivy league and a masters to boot), latte sipping (well, Chai Tea latte), over-paid (hardly, but I don't punch a clock anymore so aside from not really being a "worker" I'm also overpaid) Kool-Aid drinking cultified "followers" who thinks she has all the answers and can fix any situation (and read any manual) by merely chanting "yes we can" over and over again under my breath...well, still, I figured you probably knew best. So yeah. There is intimidation that goes on at caucuses but in my experience, I can say that it typically went more along the lines of "let me confuse you away from the process" rather than "you better vote for so and so or else".
Those intimidated by the fact that they are in the "unpopular crowd" (ie, there are hundreds of folks for the other side, and only 10 folks in your camp and you don't feel comfortable enough in your own choice to stand proud for it, I can't help you there.
So all that said. Big state, paid to vote, stayed to vote not once at my district caucus, not just twice as I had to do again at my legislative district caucus and not even just three times as I will do at my congressional district caucus as well. But 4 friggin' times to make sure that in all the "negative campaigning" I have not learned something about a candidate that would sway my vote to the other. Quite the contrary. Though I came in not knowing why we had to keep voting up the chain for our candidate if we were delegates pretty set in who you were going to select; I've already seen a few defectors who couldn't stand that heat and came on back to our kitchen (smile).
But hey. All that is to say that darn it. I MATTER. I DO Count. I DID Vote. OVER. and over. and over again.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Three Years Ago | Archive dig
So three years ago. I wrote a column for the Olympian and it went a little something like this:
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it fall, does it make a sound? If a student does not tell her tale of racial harassment, does her lack of storytelling negate the reality of her story? If all you have to back up a claim is your faith in the validity of the claim, does the phenomenon you proclaim truly exist?
Many times in life, we are asked to believe in intrinsic situations that seem to lack logical evidentiary trails. Sometimes, we are called to believe in circumstances that contradict the evidence at hand. In both of these situations, we are entrusted with the voice of the storyteller and asked to believe in the unbelievable. Against all better judgment, why is it important that we take the time to believe? It is important that we believe because validation is central to any person’s ability to feel valued as a part of their community.
Heather Woodard’s March 28 article “When Races Collide” illustrates the perfect storm David Fennel—father of a child victim of racial harassment—hints at in suggesting that racial incidents are under-reported in our school districts. On the one hand, Ms. Woodard’s reporting indicated that there are members of our educational community who believe the lack of a more significant outcry indicates the absence of a bigger problem. However, there are also members of our community—students at Olympia High School —who feel that the environment is not conducive to speaking out because they do not feel comfortable telling their stories to those available to listen.
In one instance, we might wonder if silence indicates progress so great as to signify a newfound equality for previously marginalized groups. If we agree, for a moment, that this is not always the case, the logical follow up inquiry might ask whether the lack of an outcry always indicates a more significant problem? In my opinion, and quite likely my opinion only, the lack of an outcry always signifies a larger problem because the lack of an outcry, at the very least, indicates the presence of lock-step agreement with the status quo.
Any time you have members of a community that are uneasy about discussing their disconnect from the community, there is a problem. In the context of progress towards a more unified society, the absence of an outcry—the absence of dissent—suggests a homogenous gathering where everyone agrees with each other but innovation is at a standstill because difference—different ideas, different approaches to problems, different experiences—are non-existent. In both instances, the airwaves are silent, but progress is absent.
Frustrating our community into silence will always result in the appearance of progress that masks the deeper issues we have yet to address in our efforts to create a unified community. Giving voice to those in our community whose stories have been muted is a step we can all take towards validating all members of our community.
Frustrating our community into silence. Back then, there were some serious issues in the schools and students were being ignored--being told it was a figment of their imagination and that they were the abnormal ones because really, we'd come so far "from there" that really, it couldn't be possible that there were issues. Today, as I watch the election unfold, as I watched Wyatt--a high school kid get elected as a State Delegate at our LD caucuses and as I watched a not too much older young lady become chair of our caucus over the genteel old party hat because she knew how to work a bullhorn, I get chills. This year is different. It is absolutely different. But then again, three years ago, maybe this was one of the sparks that ignited the bonfire of passion that burns so deeply within us "young folk" this year.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Things that Go Bump...aka Just walk away
Or some other random title.
So I sit here. Trying to do a very important page for a very important person. But as I do a half-assed list job of it all (I'm trying, I promise), I think a few key things:
Why is it only when I am home alone that I heard all those things that go bump in the night? Granted, it is windy out. And I live in a condo with shared walls. Thick walls. Or at least I hope for my morning activities when I find myself mumbling (okay, screaming at the top of my lungs) in high pisstivity because I can't find my keys for the umpteenth time. In ten minutes. Frrustrating I tell you. But I digress. Windy. Shared walls. Home alone.
So I was sitting here relieved that I wasn't totally dreaming it when I thought I had seen some calligraphy alphabets online. Thank you to the online book project. Love you people. Found that. Couldn't find it last night. Curled up for the evening of being grumpy bear fiance (which is often lately) to watch some West Wing. Yes. Yes I know that the show is no longer on. Ahoy matey. Did I mention yet why I love my dude? Anyhow. Liisa...hush your mouth. You know better.
Anyhow. Found the calligraphy stuff. Started randomly searching for "the necklace" to go with "the dress" and finally got to the point of being completely engrossed (and it was light outside...add darkness to my list above) and not noticing or feeling alone. Then I got up to take a shower. Not that I never take showers alone. Always as a matter of fact. BUT. I was in the shower, burning my skin off (though we DID just turn down the water heater temp, but whatever) when I heard a very loud and very distinct bump. The kind that makes you turn off the water. Get out the shower. Think about leaving the room to go check it out. Right before you realize that you keep a big white guy around for just that purpose. I'm not saying but...yeah really I am saying. I don't roll like that. He might come home and find me camped out under the bed with a flashlight reading a book hoping whatever it is that went "bump" goes away, but he won't find me downstairs looking for the bump. Or cooking dinner. I'll starve before I leave this room before he gets home. Thank goodness I have the History channel to watch. I was watching a fascinating Hitler piece last night and finally "got" the cross-references to Obama the Messiah folks are making on those places online I should never ever visit. That's some scary stuff.
Anyhow. All that rambling to say:
I like lists and I haven't done a "why I like him" list in a while so why not.
Things go bump in the night all the time in my hood. I'm not afraid (okay yeah I am, but I'm not "startled") by things that sound like gunshots, domestic violence or police dogs barking. I'm not immune either, but I guess I now just "know" those sounds. I don't live "in the city" but I don't live in the burbs or in the woods either. So when I hear sounds of "nature" (ie, a tree falling in the forest--I hear that sounds loud), I don't know what that is. And it scares me. Like the sound in the shower earlier.
If I just walk away from something I'm looking for online on my laptop downstairs, I'll just come upstairs to my desktop the next evening and find it on the first click. That's just the way it is and the quicker I learn to just walk away, the better I will be. Maybe it works in scrap too. I think I want to go and play Sim City 4.
But first:
I love that guy cause:
He's big. And I'm never scared when he's around.
He buys me Reeses Peanut Butter eggs.
To put in the easter basket he made for me.
He doesn't blink an eye when I mention that I spent $100 on makeup. Never mind that I don't really wear it.
There is NOTHING that can be purchased that he can't find a coupon/deal/sale for. Nothing.
He looks HOT in his biker gear (as in cyclist, not Harley)
His eyes are GORGEOUS--especially when he's up to no good. Hard to be mad at that.
I always get at least two Krispy Kreme donuts per serving. I don't eat them. But he always makes sure that the other two b's do (smile).
He notices where every inch is missing. And he mourns the losses.
Patience like a mug. Be it for my insistance on still purchasing music online via itunes. My lofty "100 mile" goals. My "what is our password to the account again?" forgetfulness. my procrastination. No matter...he's patient in ways I just never knew possible.
He gets it. All of it. The easter bunny too.
Night!
So I sit here. Trying to do a very important page for a very important person. But as I do a half-assed list job of it all (I'm trying, I promise), I think a few key things:
Why is it only when I am home alone that I heard all those things that go bump in the night? Granted, it is windy out. And I live in a condo with shared walls. Thick walls. Or at least I hope for my morning activities when I find myself mumbling (okay, screaming at the top of my lungs) in high pisstivity because I can't find my keys for the umpteenth time. In ten minutes. Frrustrating I tell you. But I digress. Windy. Shared walls. Home alone.
So I was sitting here relieved that I wasn't totally dreaming it when I thought I had seen some calligraphy alphabets online. Thank you to the online book project. Love you people. Found that. Couldn't find it last night. Curled up for the evening of being grumpy bear fiance (which is often lately) to watch some West Wing. Yes. Yes I know that the show is no longer on. Ahoy matey. Did I mention yet why I love my dude? Anyhow. Liisa...hush your mouth. You know better.
Anyhow. Found the calligraphy stuff. Started randomly searching for "the necklace" to go with "the dress" and finally got to the point of being completely engrossed (and it was light outside...add darkness to my list above) and not noticing or feeling alone. Then I got up to take a shower. Not that I never take showers alone. Always as a matter of fact. BUT. I was in the shower, burning my skin off (though we DID just turn down the water heater temp, but whatever) when I heard a very loud and very distinct bump. The kind that makes you turn off the water. Get out the shower. Think about leaving the room to go check it out. Right before you realize that you keep a big white guy around for just that purpose. I'm not saying but...yeah really I am saying. I don't roll like that. He might come home and find me camped out under the bed with a flashlight reading a book hoping whatever it is that went "bump" goes away, but he won't find me downstairs looking for the bump. Or cooking dinner. I'll starve before I leave this room before he gets home. Thank goodness I have the History channel to watch. I was watching a fascinating Hitler piece last night and finally "got" the cross-references to Obama the Messiah folks are making on those places online I should never ever visit. That's some scary stuff.
Anyhow. All that rambling to say:
I like lists and I haven't done a "why I like him" list in a while so why not.
Things go bump in the night all the time in my hood. I'm not afraid (okay yeah I am, but I'm not "startled") by things that sound like gunshots, domestic violence or police dogs barking. I'm not immune either, but I guess I now just "know" those sounds. I don't live "in the city" but I don't live in the burbs or in the woods either. So when I hear sounds of "nature" (ie, a tree falling in the forest--I hear that sounds loud), I don't know what that is. And it scares me. Like the sound in the shower earlier.
If I just walk away from something I'm looking for online on my laptop downstairs, I'll just come upstairs to my desktop the next evening and find it on the first click. That's just the way it is and the quicker I learn to just walk away, the better I will be. Maybe it works in scrap too. I think I want to go and play Sim City 4.
But first:
I love that guy cause:
He's big. And I'm never scared when he's around.
He buys me Reeses Peanut Butter eggs.
To put in the easter basket he made for me.
He doesn't blink an eye when I mention that I spent $100 on makeup. Never mind that I don't really wear it.
There is NOTHING that can be purchased that he can't find a coupon/deal/sale for. Nothing.
He looks HOT in his biker gear (as in cyclist, not Harley)
His eyes are GORGEOUS--especially when he's up to no good. Hard to be mad at that.
I always get at least two Krispy Kreme donuts per serving. I don't eat them. But he always makes sure that the other two b's do (smile).
He notices where every inch is missing. And he mourns the losses.
Patience like a mug. Be it for my insistance on still purchasing music online via itunes. My lofty "100 mile" goals. My "what is our password to the account again?" forgetfulness. my procrastination. No matter...he's patient in ways I just never knew possible.
He gets it. All of it. The easter bunny too.
Night!
Lively
Yes. I'm still alive. And you know the drill.
10. I'm not a fan of J.Crew. Almost bought a wedding dress there (I know). Which is not why I'm not a fan. Figured if I could find a wedding dress I liked there, surely I could find some bridal jewelry of the not so traditional sense as well no? Yeah. No. Their rings are sold in S M L. And to that, their "large" is really most people's small. No go. Liked the ring though.
9. That customer service I was talking about the other day? Especially when I had to go INTO the store because I had called and as much as they promised to call back I knew THAT wasn't going to happen. In the store, there was the anti-ghetoo girl reaction (you know what I'm talking about *smile*). Finally, in a store of no shoppers and like 8 workers I was like "Hi there, I'd like to chat with someone about an order." and that scared off half of the 8. Finally some poor "it is your training day, you deal with it" clerk had to help. Bless her soul. It turned out alright. Thank goodness because if it hadn't that would have been the last straw and I would have had to remind them that yes, you DO work in the hood.
8. On another customer service tip. I LOVE ordering stuff online. Moreso love when I'm brought boxes and boxes of goodies. Especially stuff I don't buy. Just recently, there came in the mail my BEAUTIFUL wedding shoes (ya'll are so going to die...I tell ya--thanks to Courtney at the bridal place for hooking me up with the idea), my not $200 more than my dress veils (that's incongnito crafty girl work for you--the whole "What do I LOVE about this $$$$YOUWANTHOWMUCHFORTHIS$$$ veil set and cain't I do this at home??" bit) which I can't wait to spice up AND I got some crafty goodness from a fave MF in the mail. Which kinda makes me go hmm on where my stuff for my actual design teams is at, but that's fodder for another day.
7. Sweets. I should really be avoiding them this week but for some reason I'm doing nothing and dropping weight. I KNOW that won't last so I need to get up off it and get back on track. But as it is...hopefully it lasts through Sunday. At which point I get to taste the inexpensive cake for girls with lots of folks to feed (ehh.) and the super expensive but still way under my budget gorgeous cakes for small parties of say 50 or so. I think it is fate tha tthe latter JUST had a cancellation for my date and so has the slot open. I need to snatch that up with a quickness. New credit card in tow and all. I love collecting points for things I "need" anyhow.
6. Thank goodness it is Friday. He's going to go and play Poker. So I get to finish the last of the invite stuff. They're pretty much stuffed. Now I just need to learn calligraphy (I'm a fast learner) or just write prettier and we'll be good to go. I kinda know calligraphy, I just want a cool font moreso. And good ink. Can a sister get some fantastic metallic ink already?
5. Boredome. Isn't there another presidential debate between the democrats coming up sometime soon?
4. Legislative District Caucuses. I get to help. Might actually get some training this time. I'm a delegate. I've heard what is going down in other states--states like Iowa where they know what they are doing. States like Texas where the "unofficial campaign buzz is..." Exciting in a car accident, can't look away kind of way. I guess that's just one way to cut the delegate lead though.
3. Coolest rehearsal dinner plans ever. I bet you want to know where eh? Why did this post turn into a wedding post? I don't know. Perhaps because I just started up the free website we won. That will be the "public face" of the wedding. http://merikle.nearlyweds.com/blogs/index
Not much up there just yet, but I have a whole weekend to get it started. Visit, but be sure to Mark the Map with where you're from. If you zoom out far then click and pull on the map, you can even do non-US places. Snazzy eh?
2. I want to scrap. another subject for another blog, but really...it's only been half of forever.
1. Don't tell him but my tooth is killing me. I refuse to go to his dentist though. I've never seen a (or MY) 6'6 grown man cry and I'm admittedly quite a wimp when it comes to pain.
10. I'm not a fan of J.Crew. Almost bought a wedding dress there (I know). Which is not why I'm not a fan. Figured if I could find a wedding dress I liked there, surely I could find some bridal jewelry of the not so traditional sense as well no? Yeah. No. Their rings are sold in S M L. And to that, their "large" is really most people's small. No go. Liked the ring though.
9. That customer service I was talking about the other day? Especially when I had to go INTO the store because I had called and as much as they promised to call back I knew THAT wasn't going to happen. In the store, there was the anti-ghetoo girl reaction (you know what I'm talking about *smile*). Finally, in a store of no shoppers and like 8 workers I was like "Hi there, I'd like to chat with someone about an order." and that scared off half of the 8. Finally some poor "it is your training day, you deal with it" clerk had to help. Bless her soul. It turned out alright. Thank goodness because if it hadn't that would have been the last straw and I would have had to remind them that yes, you DO work in the hood.
8. On another customer service tip. I LOVE ordering stuff online. Moreso love when I'm brought boxes and boxes of goodies. Especially stuff I don't buy. Just recently, there came in the mail my BEAUTIFUL wedding shoes (ya'll are so going to die...I tell ya--thanks to Courtney at the bridal place for hooking me up with the idea), my not $200 more than my dress veils (that's incongnito crafty girl work for you--the whole "What do I LOVE about this $$$$YOUWANTHOWMUCHFORTHIS$$$ veil set and cain't I do this at home??" bit) which I can't wait to spice up AND I got some crafty goodness from a fave MF in the mail. Which kinda makes me go hmm on where my stuff for my actual design teams is at, but that's fodder for another day.
7. Sweets. I should really be avoiding them this week but for some reason I'm doing nothing and dropping weight. I KNOW that won't last so I need to get up off it and get back on track. But as it is...hopefully it lasts through Sunday. At which point I get to taste the inexpensive cake for girls with lots of folks to feed (ehh.) and the super expensive but still way under my budget gorgeous cakes for small parties of say 50 or so. I think it is fate tha tthe latter JUST had a cancellation for my date and so has the slot open. I need to snatch that up with a quickness. New credit card in tow and all. I love collecting points for things I "need" anyhow.
6. Thank goodness it is Friday. He's going to go and play Poker. So I get to finish the last of the invite stuff. They're pretty much stuffed. Now I just need to learn calligraphy (I'm a fast learner) or just write prettier and we'll be good to go. I kinda know calligraphy, I just want a cool font moreso. And good ink. Can a sister get some fantastic metallic ink already?
5. Boredome. Isn't there another presidential debate between the democrats coming up sometime soon?
4. Legislative District Caucuses. I get to help. Might actually get some training this time. I'm a delegate. I've heard what is going down in other states--states like Iowa where they know what they are doing. States like Texas where the "unofficial campaign buzz is..." Exciting in a car accident, can't look away kind of way. I guess that's just one way to cut the delegate lead though.
3. Coolest rehearsal dinner plans ever. I bet you want to know where eh? Why did this post turn into a wedding post? I don't know. Perhaps because I just started up the free website we won. That will be the "public face" of the wedding. http://merikle.nearlyweds.com/blogs/index
Not much up there just yet, but I have a whole weekend to get it started. Visit, but be sure to Mark the Map with where you're from. If you zoom out far then click and pull on the map, you can even do non-US places. Snazzy eh?
2. I want to scrap. another subject for another blog, but really...it's only been half of forever.
1. Don't tell him but my tooth is killing me. I refuse to go to his dentist though. I've never seen a (or MY) 6'6 grown man cry and I'm admittedly quite a wimp when it comes to pain.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
10 days
Well, more than that even I guess. So much to say, no time to say it in. Life is pretty much, well, it is what it is. Work. Scrap. Love. Wedding. Life. It is what it is.
Of note.
My tulips finally died.
Ultimatums are not fun.
Being at work at 7 am is actually kinda fun.
Customer service is about dead in that "mid-range"...you know...that price point where it is more than the "well, you get what you pay for" range but is below the "of course the service is impeccable, you paid through the nose for it" range.
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Will you also remember the day you became a Republican?
8 years could have been this October. 9 long years this November. About 8 this May/June. And on one page in one tiny book that saved my life last night, 14 years this July.
Times like this I miss her dearly. Desparately. To the point at being pissed off when other people (ahem) can't keep a phone on. Miss her too right about now. Time to call Liisa. Which I hate doing because the only time I ever do is when I want something I guess. Love her dearly and THAT is the true price of not having a reading day from home anymore--getting to this point and having no where to turn.
Of note.
My tulips finally died.
Ultimatums are not fun.
Being at work at 7 am is actually kinda fun.
Customer service is about dead in that "mid-range"...you know...that price point where it is more than the "well, you get what you pay for" range but is below the "of course the service is impeccable, you paid through the nose for it" range.
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
Will you also remember the day you became a Republican?
8 years could have been this October. 9 long years this November. About 8 this May/June. And on one page in one tiny book that saved my life last night, 14 years this July.
Times like this I miss her dearly. Desparately. To the point at being pissed off when other people (ahem) can't keep a phone on. Miss her too right about now. Time to call Liisa. Which I hate doing because the only time I ever do is when I want something I guess. Love her dearly and THAT is the true price of not having a reading day from home anymore--getting to this point and having no where to turn.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Goosebumps
Because I was there. With the big glass. And I saw the scary trucks and the heavy presence in the center of town. And all the video cameras. And I stood out. And I'd probably be up in the midst of it if I were there now because:
1. I'd be there with him.
2. This is what he lives for. Not the drama. But he's often said he wanted to be a war journalist.
3. We got a little too close for my comfort (I'm so not observant, he's the opposite) in Kathmandu.
Which is also where it's going down. Makes me want to cry and smile all at the same time. Smile only because as indignant and mad and sad as I was while there for almost a month at all the destruction and brutal force displayed, hope is back.
Which brings me to the other goosebumps producing moment tonight. Watching CSPAN. Watching Michelle Obama speak in PA. Watching her with no note cards or telepromptor. Just telling it. Like. it. is. The passion she has for her husband. The emotion she has for what could be. The humility. The woman. Wow. WOW.
And lastly, 4 dress sizes. Pretty significant since I was all pissy about not budging the scales (only up to 11...I'm a hot mess, I know this). But that means it's time to go try on dresses. Wish me luck!
1. I'd be there with him.
2. This is what he lives for. Not the drama. But he's often said he wanted to be a war journalist.
3. We got a little too close for my comfort (I'm so not observant, he's the opposite) in Kathmandu.
Which is also where it's going down. Makes me want to cry and smile all at the same time. Smile only because as indignant and mad and sad as I was while there for almost a month at all the destruction and brutal force displayed, hope is back.
Which brings me to the other goosebumps producing moment tonight. Watching CSPAN. Watching Michelle Obama speak in PA. Watching her with no note cards or telepromptor. Just telling it. Like. it. is. The passion she has for her husband. The emotion she has for what could be. The humility. The woman. Wow. WOW.
And lastly, 4 dress sizes. Pretty significant since I was all pissy about not budging the scales (only up to 11...I'm a hot mess, I know this). But that means it's time to go try on dresses. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
And you know...
...that I have plenty to say lately. But since I wouldn't know where to begin, I'll leave it at this:
[.] I typed a lot in that period. And for the sake of all things good and nice and "pc" I deleted it. I like my job. Like the folks I volunteer with. Like 60/40 in MS right on the heals of WY. But that race card I hear plays really well in some states where the gov is convinced folks vote against color. Right next door to the state where the gov done lost his damn mind. Politics just doesn't get much better than this cycle ya'll.
Blue, brown and orange. If you need more detail than that and you are not a bridesmaid, you've lost your mind too. It is four months away. I promise we'll get registered. And I promise you won't look a hot mess in your royal blue (NOT!) while everyone else is in periwinkle (really, not). Patience my dears. Patience.
Public website to go up soon--maybe this weekend. Finally narrowed down dress choices, go to try em on this weekend. Got the tuxes ordered up (which was a trip when old boy was all "so, do you need white or ivory shirts?" and I was all, oh yeah huh?)
Anyhow. Gotta check the budget. Found a FANTASTIC cake stand today and finally got the theme set out to actually go with that. Invites are almost all done--need to get parking passes done up and ready to mail. Gotta get those out before May 1 cause every penny counts when you're convinced you want "that dress" which, all things considered, really ain't happening. Back to Kaboodle I go. That place is a Godsend--I can swipe everything I see online there and save it for later. Good when you have no memory.
So gotta get back to work. Clothes to hang and all. Only 11 miles down. Somehow, when you leave the house in a nice mist in Seattle, you should expect to come home drenched. I almost did two more in the downpour but figured I should probably go home, dry out and not kill myself and negate the other 89. I better step that up eh? 19 days means 5 per day no days off. Gulp. Better start getting up earlier...
Out.
[.] I typed a lot in that period. And for the sake of all things good and nice and "pc" I deleted it. I like my job. Like the folks I volunteer with. Like 60/40 in MS right on the heals of WY. But that race card I hear plays really well in some states where the gov is convinced folks vote against color. Right next door to the state where the gov done lost his damn mind. Politics just doesn't get much better than this cycle ya'll.
Blue, brown and orange. If you need more detail than that and you are not a bridesmaid, you've lost your mind too. It is four months away. I promise we'll get registered. And I promise you won't look a hot mess in your royal blue (NOT!) while everyone else is in periwinkle (really, not). Patience my dears. Patience.
Public website to go up soon--maybe this weekend. Finally narrowed down dress choices, go to try em on this weekend. Got the tuxes ordered up (which was a trip when old boy was all "so, do you need white or ivory shirts?" and I was all, oh yeah huh?)
Anyhow. Gotta check the budget. Found a FANTASTIC cake stand today and finally got the theme set out to actually go with that. Invites are almost all done--need to get parking passes done up and ready to mail. Gotta get those out before May 1 cause every penny counts when you're convinced you want "that dress" which, all things considered, really ain't happening. Back to Kaboodle I go. That place is a Godsend--I can swipe everything I see online there and save it for later. Good when you have no memory.
So gotta get back to work. Clothes to hang and all. Only 11 miles down. Somehow, when you leave the house in a nice mist in Seattle, you should expect to come home drenched. I almost did two more in the downpour but figured I should probably go home, dry out and not kill myself and negate the other 89. I better step that up eh? 19 days means 5 per day no days off. Gulp. Better start getting up earlier...
Out.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Musing
Last night felt really REALLY good. 4 down, 96 to go, but half completed with a really great guy saying really great things. Making me think. Which, of course, is what I love about him. I really can't wait to be his wife.
Getting lots of stuff off my shoulders and it actually feels good. Writing does a soul good so I probably won't be able to stay away from the blog for long...makes me more accountable and all.
Accountable.
journal/logs of activity, be it time spent, weight loss, food digested or miles walked. Easier to see progress (or vindicate it).
Till later!
Getting lots of stuff off my shoulders and it actually feels good. Writing does a soul good so I probably won't be able to stay away from the blog for long...makes me more accountable and all.
Accountable.
journal/logs of activity, be it time spent, weight loss, food digested or miles walked. Easier to see progress (or vindicate it).
Till later!
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Reevaluate
Just getting by. Barely. So time to rethink it all. Which means, hiatus. Scrap. Work. Blog. Fitness. Health. Family. Balance.
Doing lots of things right now barely if at all just to get by. Gotta find my passion again cause this ain't it. And I've NEVER been here before. He says it is part of growing up (oh come on...I'm just BARELY 'grown up' lol). I say I've overstayed my cycle (no, not THAT cycle...my general life cycles). In any event, something very soon has to change.
And rather than sitting here on the blog lamenting and gettin' all "woe is me" (DAMN you Texas...DAMN you!), I need to get out from in front of the screen and go DO something about it. Now.
So I'm going to get to work early today. I'm going to walk some of those catch up miles at lunch. Then I'm going to walk LOTS of miles tonight. First and only priority. walk and clear the head. It's all foggy and frosted over this morning. Perfect walking day.
Wedding planning is in full force, wedding blog updated, private site updated, I just won a really cool website, so will get that coordinated for the public internet space. That's another thing. No more incognito. You want me, you know where to find me. I've usually been pretty open and all, but last year, about October, that became a dangerous thing to be (scrapbooking and full life and all). I think I'm safe enough to not get knifed over a contest anymore. But then there I go thinking again.
Stay safe. Stay fun. Sorry to "end" on a bit of a downer, but few more blogs to update and then it's on.
Doing lots of things right now barely if at all just to get by. Gotta find my passion again cause this ain't it. And I've NEVER been here before. He says it is part of growing up (oh come on...I'm just BARELY 'grown up' lol). I say I've overstayed my cycle (no, not THAT cycle...my general life cycles). In any event, something very soon has to change.
And rather than sitting here on the blog lamenting and gettin' all "woe is me" (DAMN you Texas...DAMN you!), I need to get out from in front of the screen and go DO something about it. Now.
So I'm going to get to work early today. I'm going to walk some of those catch up miles at lunch. Then I'm going to walk LOTS of miles tonight. First and only priority. walk and clear the head. It's all foggy and frosted over this morning. Perfect walking day.
Wedding planning is in full force, wedding blog updated, private site updated, I just won a really cool website, so will get that coordinated for the public internet space. That's another thing. No more incognito. You want me, you know where to find me. I've usually been pretty open and all, but last year, about October, that became a dangerous thing to be (scrapbooking and full life and all). I think I'm safe enough to not get knifed over a contest anymore. But then there I go thinking again.
Stay safe. Stay fun. Sorry to "end" on a bit of a downer, but few more blogs to update and then it's on.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Running around like chickens with our heads cut off...by aliens
Martians to be exact. Last night:
"yeah, when we're under attack by the Martians, phone service is going to be the least of our worries."
We were discssuing just how going blind by watching a wall mounted plasma might be the equivalent of cable phone service getting you killed in an emergency (because it is the first thing to go...although it is the power that goes, not the cable and in that case you should use your cell phone unless of course your towers have been blown over by the attacking Martians. Or something like that). So we moved on.
Now don't get me wrong. It isn't that I don't like the OC. It isn't that I don't like Irvine. It IS that when we go to places like the Spectrum, there are lots of people like this one person I know. Well, more like the one person I know tries very hard to be like OC. No matter which way it goes, it just seems so superficial and fake to me. For the first time in like never, I actually walked past some "normal" people that didn't seem to be all about being what they're not. Case in point, subprime mortgage to have the home you don't really need, but to keep up with appearances. Anyhow. I'm just not a fan. How I managed to find one of the very few folks birthed through this place who actually isn't all about labels for the sake of labels (though he's convinced my next car will be the benz sitting out front) and who doesn't take 5 hours to go out for 20 minutes...well...lucky I guess. I love Seattle. Love it. Love being able to walk through the mall, see a comedy club or a movie theater and really be able to just walk right up and get great seats at a realistic price. Not about planning a movie three weeks in advance.
Someone is REALLY trying to get a hold of us. There goes the cell phone for the ninehundredth time today. It is barely 10 am. Really now. But I digress.
Seattle yes. OC no. I totally don't fit in here. Not that life is all about fitting in. But I don't feel calm here. Not in my nature. Now San Fran. I have a whole like 5 pages of randomness I was writing at that fantastic forum that I could get into. Another time I suppose. Another time. Because right now, it is far more entertaining to watch Rocko try to jump up on to the chair with the best view of the street. Didn't make it. Poor cutie.
Let me tell you. I can't wait to rake in enough cash to pull off a salt water aquarium. This thing is FASCINATING! Especially watching the clowning around clown fish.
Time to head out and get the inlaws situated. Then back out here for some beachy fun times at dinner. I don't know why I'm colder sittin' around here than I am back home but whatever. Speaking of back home. Got some really great pictures to share and get caught up from travels on the photo blog. I think my next goal will be to take pictures of lots of orange things to commemorate the trip to Orange County. Why not?
"yeah, when we're under attack by the Martians, phone service is going to be the least of our worries."
We were discssuing just how going blind by watching a wall mounted plasma might be the equivalent of cable phone service getting you killed in an emergency (because it is the first thing to go...although it is the power that goes, not the cable and in that case you should use your cell phone unless of course your towers have been blown over by the attacking Martians. Or something like that). So we moved on.
Now don't get me wrong. It isn't that I don't like the OC. It isn't that I don't like Irvine. It IS that when we go to places like the Spectrum, there are lots of people like this one person I know. Well, more like the one person I know tries very hard to be like OC. No matter which way it goes, it just seems so superficial and fake to me. For the first time in like never, I actually walked past some "normal" people that didn't seem to be all about being what they're not. Case in point, subprime mortgage to have the home you don't really need, but to keep up with appearances. Anyhow. I'm just not a fan. How I managed to find one of the very few folks birthed through this place who actually isn't all about labels for the sake of labels (though he's convinced my next car will be the benz sitting out front) and who doesn't take 5 hours to go out for 20 minutes...well...lucky I guess. I love Seattle. Love it. Love being able to walk through the mall, see a comedy club or a movie theater and really be able to just walk right up and get great seats at a realistic price. Not about planning a movie three weeks in advance.
Someone is REALLY trying to get a hold of us. There goes the cell phone for the ninehundredth time today. It is barely 10 am. Really now. But I digress.
Seattle yes. OC no. I totally don't fit in here. Not that life is all about fitting in. But I don't feel calm here. Not in my nature. Now San Fran. I have a whole like 5 pages of randomness I was writing at that fantastic forum that I could get into. Another time I suppose. Another time. Because right now, it is far more entertaining to watch Rocko try to jump up on to the chair with the best view of the street. Didn't make it. Poor cutie.
Let me tell you. I can't wait to rake in enough cash to pull off a salt water aquarium. This thing is FASCINATING! Especially watching the clowning around clown fish.
Time to head out and get the inlaws situated. Then back out here for some beachy fun times at dinner. I don't know why I'm colder sittin' around here than I am back home but whatever. Speaking of back home. Got some really great pictures to share and get caught up from travels on the photo blog. I think my next goal will be to take pictures of lots of orange things to commemorate the trip to Orange County. Why not?
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Peeking Over my Shoulder though
Yeah. still alive. hanging in there.
First and foremost, did I mention I hate Macs? Love my ipod. Really wanted an iphone (still) for half a hot second. But hate Macs. Cause it means I have to relearn too much in a short time.
So ten and out:
10. I wish I was still an op-ed writer. Cause I'd just post this link and call it done. SJ. dang girl!
And yes, I still recall the appropriateness of picnics...thank you Ms. Hutcherson.
9. Stupid squiggly apple thing is going to mess me up. Why can't I just use "control+c" it is coming back to me.
8. Poor sweet, dear Jaxon.
7. Bull crap it never rains in southern california. Irvine. Might well be back in Seattle and all
6. Glad on all ya'll getting your save the dates. Gulp. Already 9 people coming we thought "ain't no way". Getting a bit heated up on that guest list
5. I want to live in the Pottery Barn catalog. Especially the one with the "Yellow is" cover. I might settle for Crate and Barrel if the going gets rough.
4. Thanks to CJ (my whole blog life basically), I'm all about 100 in 30. Times 3. 100 miles walked in 30 in March. 100 miles biked in 30 in April. And 100 miles jogged/run in May. I can do it. I can do anything I put my mind too. Especially when I get the "good luck with that" look when I announce those plans. Is that a challenge? it is ON now.
3. Jack and Jill Politics. Will link them when I'm on a real computer. LOVE. THEM.
2. Photos also when I get on a real computer.
1. Life. Live it. Fully. With lots of tomato soup.
Much love. Promise to get caught up on email, scrapping, work, etc. Liisa...get out the bushes...lol Remind me to tell you about that.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I know a lot of people...
...but I only really have like one friend. Okay two. Maybe three...well...okay...a handful.
I don't know what brought that up. I think mostly that I get into that mood after hanging out with Liisa. Cause she gets me. And I get her. Love her to PIECES.
But I know a lot of people. The wannabe lawyers. The local (and moreso national) big wigs. The scrappers. The photographers. The google searchers who land on my blog. The other bloggers. Know lots of folks to whatever extent you can "know" people you spend a lot of time online with, but never really get to hang with.
I've never been that girl who has a lot of close girlfriends. I think it is because when I was in the 5th/6th grade, I had a group of girls that were my life. Then I moved schools--not even into another country, just to the other side of the street essentially--and it is amazing what poverty will do for ya. I didn't have a car to get back to those girls. More times than not, we didn't have phone service for me to call them up. Heck, I didn't have an extra dime for a stamp on a postcard...hence why I love postcards so much now maybe. No matter. I was watching Real Life on MTV last night. I'd seen this particular one before of a girl living in the hood with her fam, trying to get a job at a hotel to move out and make something happen. She went to a friend's house who didn't live in the hood and it was a whole new world. I don't know HOW it is that I "made it" but somehow, I got out. And it is hard for me to reconcile that sometimes.
Talking with L last night, there were lots of "aha" moments, but for the first time I kind of voiced that I've always worked in education because I felt I owed it to ya. Basically, lots of folks struggled, sacrificed and gave their all for me to have my opportunities and the only way I could ever pay that back was to work in education. Since I never do anything half-assed, I figured I had to be uber passionate about it to boot. But last night I really realized that I'm not. Don't get me wrong...I'm paid very well for what I do so no complaints about "sacrificing" and scrapping by. But (there's always a but), for quite a while, I've felt like I've just been passing. Just floating through. Not challenged, not picking up the pace or raising the bar...just doing. Getting complacent. Very comfortable.
And that scares me.
I need to adjust my priorities and better understand what is important to me. Fulfill more promises and all. Slim it out. Focus. Make it a standing date to see L every Friday night or so. Start understanding what I want so that I can fight for that instead of just float through.
Anyhow. Picked up some calligraphy stuff last night because you know, anything I CAN do for myself for the wedding, I do do. All abou tthe details. Which is starting to wear on me with the invitations. But all worth it when I hear from folks about the save the dates. Glad ya like them (smile). I think everyone who asked for wedding blog access up until this point has it.
Oh to feel it again.
I don't know what brought that up. I think mostly that I get into that mood after hanging out with Liisa. Cause she gets me. And I get her. Love her to PIECES.
But I know a lot of people. The wannabe lawyers. The local (and moreso national) big wigs. The scrappers. The photographers. The google searchers who land on my blog. The other bloggers. Know lots of folks to whatever extent you can "know" people you spend a lot of time online with, but never really get to hang with.
I've never been that girl who has a lot of close girlfriends. I think it is because when I was in the 5th/6th grade, I had a group of girls that were my life. Then I moved schools--not even into another country, just to the other side of the street essentially--and it is amazing what poverty will do for ya. I didn't have a car to get back to those girls. More times than not, we didn't have phone service for me to call them up. Heck, I didn't have an extra dime for a stamp on a postcard...hence why I love postcards so much now maybe. No matter. I was watching Real Life on MTV last night. I'd seen this particular one before of a girl living in the hood with her fam, trying to get a job at a hotel to move out and make something happen. She went to a friend's house who didn't live in the hood and it was a whole new world. I don't know HOW it is that I "made it" but somehow, I got out. And it is hard for me to reconcile that sometimes.
Talking with L last night, there were lots of "aha" moments, but for the first time I kind of voiced that I've always worked in education because I felt I owed it to ya. Basically, lots of folks struggled, sacrificed and gave their all for me to have my opportunities and the only way I could ever pay that back was to work in education. Since I never do anything half-assed, I figured I had to be uber passionate about it to boot. But last night I really realized that I'm not. Don't get me wrong...I'm paid very well for what I do so no complaints about "sacrificing" and scrapping by. But (there's always a but), for quite a while, I've felt like I've just been passing. Just floating through. Not challenged, not picking up the pace or raising the bar...just doing. Getting complacent. Very comfortable.
And that scares me.
I need to adjust my priorities and better understand what is important to me. Fulfill more promises and all. Slim it out. Focus. Make it a standing date to see L every Friday night or so. Start understanding what I want so that I can fight for that instead of just float through.
Anyhow. Picked up some calligraphy stuff last night because you know, anything I CAN do for myself for the wedding, I do do. All abou tthe details. Which is starting to wear on me with the invitations. But all worth it when I hear from folks about the save the dates. Glad ya like them (smile). I think everyone who asked for wedding blog access up until this point has it.
Oh to feel it again.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
101 Things to love about life
Inflation instead of a recession. Go figure eh? So if we have 3 straight days of blue skies, does that mean spring is really here? Or is it just global warming? In honor of not wearing wool coats in February, a list of things to love about life. Sure, some are tongue in cheek but really...
1. While I’m at a standoff as of late, I had to do nothing more than write down what I ate – every day – to lose 20 pounds.
2. the Seattle PD Parking Enforcement Unit is NOTHING like the Philly Parking Wars folks.
3. those people, who stand in line in front of you with no idea how to order at Starbucks are actually giving you a moment to slow down and enjoy the fact that you can even afford to be in a Starbucks nowadays.
4. I can rock it sometimes, but lately, I’m Ms. Bum. And I’m okay with that.
5. My adorable nephew actin’ all wild and being a hot mess in the background when I’m on the phone with my mom.
6. owing someone something—means someone will always have my phone number and give me a ring—makes my cell phone bill worth it I guess.
7. not wearing socks. Ever.
8. that time of the month – jumping for joy aside, that time means “normal” and I like normal.
9. the way I smell after getting back from the gym. Okay…this is a stretch, but it does remind me that, hey, I MADE IT to the gym and it wasn’t a half-assed effort if I smell a certain way.
10. in the winter. When you can breath hot air on the glass. And then scribble a heart and your initials into the glass. Especially when little kids do that and they write things like “I love mommy”. Melts my heart.
11. off the cuff discourse—usually means you’re speaking from the heart and not trying to sugar coat it for me.
12. presumptions—they are short cuts. Well researched ones make sense. Boneheaded ones become assumptions and well…such is life.
13. water – with lots of lemon
14. a dishwasher full of warm, just cleaned dishes
15. my vanilla scented garbage bags
16. 2nd chances are generally easy to come by
17. surprise weekend getaways
18. lazy summer days…in February
19. telling it like it is
20. bag, borrow or steal. That place is off the HOOK!
21. Safeway. Yeah big brother is watching me and at first it creeped me out. But now I’m fascinated by the fact that they know I LOVE me some silk soymilk and can’t live without dried cranberries. Better yet? They put that junk on sale just for me. And deliver it to my home for free.
22. Reading from home on Fridays
23. “reality” tv…as opposed to “true” tv. Right.
24. Gas that costs more than $3 a gallon. Really makes me rethink my priorities (drive to work late…pay out the nose to park or get up earlier and ride the bus. Yeah…I still drive. And what??)
25. Gourmet bean soup – aka Seattle chili
26. Ginger Lime – where everybody knows my name. And…I’m starting to suspect, my credit card number as well
27. clean clothes in a freshly organized closet
28. improvising recipe ingredients—milk? I have some heavy cream…why don’t we just water that down?
29. Finding just one last non-serving of soy milk/juice/water left in the jug—makes me more aware of my serving sizes AND makes me happy that I got to have a bit more AND I get to make room for something fresh and new (ie, a new full carton of soy milk…yummy!)
30. halter tops—big B’s and all…
31. Jones Cream Soda…which reminds me, I need a bulk buy of that stuff for my wedding out of towner bags. Yeah right suckas.
32. that “look” of innocence “what you mean I did what??” I get glimpses of from time to time.
33. photoshop—or whatever photo manip you use. Make it perfect in your eyes…play around…be in your own reality. Do. Your. Thing.
34. knick knacks. Cause you just never know when that 37th pair of salt and pepper shakers is going to come in handy. God bless her soul…I miss my grandmama
35. catalogs. But only cool ones, with stuff I would buy if I had wads of cash to toss away. But instead, I dog ear the pages for a time that will never come when I’m going to really order some stuff. Really.
36. bill collectors who want to go toe to toe. If I owe ya, I’ll pay ya. Even pay ya interest for the pleasure of it. But when you try to roll me over, it’s on and I’m gonna get my money’s worth making sure you understand how “on” it is.
37. Comcast. But only when you’re about to cancel and all of a sudden, your bill is cut in half.
38. having a good job. And getting paid way too much to do it
39. sharpies. Need I really say more? Didn’t think so.
40. white calligraphy ink
41. nibs in a million different sizes (knowing how to use them…another story)
42. email. Especially when I get around to it
43. eyelets. Though my neighbors probably wish I had a silent setter after last night.
44. CNN
45. Barack Obama
46. free gym passes for me and my domestic partnas
47. blue sky days
48. global warming…almost 60 in Feb in Seattle…such a problem (that is a bit tongue in cheek…really)
49. being smart
50. being over-educated
51. green apples
52. French vanilla yogurt
53. accidentally molten chocolate cake with vanilla icing
54. Sagitarian good luck
55. saying yes and making someone else’s dreams come true
56. being happy
57. cold snaps in the middle of the summer that force you to crawl into bed and bundle up
58. Fr. Paul
59. kids being kids
60. asparagus
61. self-confident, but not cocky people
62. booty shakin’ beats
63. letting someone else go first
64. how it never rains in Southern California
65. how it actually rarely rains in Seattle (though the threat is ever present)
66. waking up feeling refreshed
67. dental floss
68. Blockbuster “reminder” phone calls
69. hardwood floors
70. beach sand in your packed shoes when you get back home from vacation
71. shared financial accounts
72. making lemonade out of lemons (literally and figuratively)
73. rockin’ the hell out of those heels even when your pinky toe is violently opposed to such foolishness
74. saying sorry and meaning it
75. politics
76. sexy boyfriends who become sexy fiancés before becoming sexy husbands
77. general craftiness
78. not giving a damn about “image”
79. blogging
80. myspace | facebook | linkedin (in that order of “growing up” for me)
81. mid major baseball teams…long as I’m not out back making cotton candy and all
82. Washington D.C. and the general area (historically speaking)
83. good red wine
84. round soup spoons
85. details
86. “good” photos
87. my mom (you can love her too…everyone does)
88. the Container Store…oh dear keep me away
89. reduce. reuse. recycle
90. Al Gore
91. clean windows to see through
92. Costco on free sample Sunday
93. bridal magazines
94. admitting a mistake
95. moving and being able to “shop” my long forgotten goods for stuff to keep and stuff to let others love instead
96. a good big purse
97. room service
98. McDonalds (I know I know…I’m a creature of habit…if I’m going to have crappy food, I want to know what to expect of that crappy food).
99. Dunkin Donuts (breakfast croissants in the airport…coffee, not so much…come on…I live in Seattle)
100. Microsoft Live Writer.
101. the internet
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
41 cents...comes in threes
So. Back in high school, I had an english teacher who convinced me that everything happens in threes.
Cuba. Pakistan. Kosovo. How you like them apples?
So I'm watching McCain's victory speech. Aside from Ms. Plastic pipin' in with someting she knew nothing about (it is a sad sad thing when your "smarts" are predicated on what someone else told you was smart...read the whole quote, THEN mouth off. And if you STILL want to mouth off, good on ya--I'd be proud of a country where I was the privileged few too...I like America now that I ain't gotta work the "night shift" anymore too..whoa! Where all that come from??). Sorry. But really. America is prosperous? Or are we really in a recession that we won't know about until after the fact (since, a recession ain't a recession until it's been a recession for two quarters straight...who's to say we're not at any given point in one of them there quarters?). Oh and yeah...McCain just brought up the smoke and mirrors and didn't cite Clinton. Oh wait...or did he say that first and she bit off him?
See. See what happens when I watch too much CNN on election night? I thought that McCain might be a viable option should the stuff get ugly on the Dem side. Scratch. that.
I'm so so SOOOO tired of politics as usual. So tired of it. And the thing that is the catch of it all? We ain't seen nothing yet. Nothing.
Phil. I forgot to mention. I put a stamp on your ballot. Then I almost got pulled over trying to get your ballot to the PO before 6 pm tonight. I love you too (smile).
McCain is proud of his privilege of being an American. That's nice. He's also about change AND experience. And we can (is that "yes we can", or just "we can"?), we must and we will. Okay. You do that. But I do love that you kept it classy and put it right on the forehead that you think Obama is the one this fall. Good on you. Elloquent, empty call for change eh? At least he called it elloquent. How gentlemanly of him. But still "Republicans are patriotic, you liberals are not." And the campaign of fear instead of hope. Right.
Done with the politics tonight. But I so know I shouldn't have had that slice of cake. But I did. Times two. And what?
Kinda how I didn't understand the whole bring your own wine thing, I still don't quite get how CNN is comfy in projecting Obama wins Wisconsin with less than 1% in. But hey, cause no one lies in exit polls. No one. At least I can go to bed early tonight.
Cynical much? Not at all (smile).
Much love...posting the invite dummies on the scrap blog since, well, they're scrappy.
Cuba. Pakistan. Kosovo. How you like them apples?
So I'm watching McCain's victory speech. Aside from Ms. Plastic pipin' in with someting she knew nothing about (it is a sad sad thing when your "smarts" are predicated on what someone else told you was smart...read the whole quote, THEN mouth off. And if you STILL want to mouth off, good on ya--I'd be proud of a country where I was the privileged few too...I like America now that I ain't gotta work the "night shift" anymore too..whoa! Where all that come from??). Sorry. But really. America is prosperous? Or are we really in a recession that we won't know about until after the fact (since, a recession ain't a recession until it's been a recession for two quarters straight...who's to say we're not at any given point in one of them there quarters?). Oh and yeah...McCain just brought up the smoke and mirrors and didn't cite Clinton. Oh wait...or did he say that first and she bit off him?
See. See what happens when I watch too much CNN on election night? I thought that McCain might be a viable option should the stuff get ugly on the Dem side. Scratch. that.
I'm so so SOOOO tired of politics as usual. So tired of it. And the thing that is the catch of it all? We ain't seen nothing yet. Nothing.
Phil. I forgot to mention. I put a stamp on your ballot. Then I almost got pulled over trying to get your ballot to the PO before 6 pm tonight. I love you too (smile).
McCain is proud of his privilege of being an American. That's nice. He's also about change AND experience. And we can (is that "yes we can", or just "we can"?), we must and we will. Okay. You do that. But I do love that you kept it classy and put it right on the forehead that you think Obama is the one this fall. Good on you. Elloquent, empty call for change eh? At least he called it elloquent. How gentlemanly of him. But still "Republicans are patriotic, you liberals are not." And the campaign of fear instead of hope. Right.
Done with the politics tonight. But I so know I shouldn't have had that slice of cake. But I did. Times two. And what?
Kinda how I didn't understand the whole bring your own wine thing, I still don't quite get how CNN is comfy in projecting Obama wins Wisconsin with less than 1% in. But hey, cause no one lies in exit polls. No one. At least I can go to bed early tonight.
Cynical much? Not at all (smile).
Much love...posting the invite dummies on the scrap blog since, well, they're scrappy.
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