Yesterday I mailed in my ballot. Today that means that I don't want to hear one single word about politics until November 5 when the news tells me who's been elected President.
Also, can people please stop shoving their opinions down my throat? Can they stop assuming that I want to hear what they think? Because here's the thing: I DON'T CARE. Even if we agree I don't care how you vote or why you're voting that way.
As another aside, to all of you that hate people that aren't in your party (regardless if you're right of left) I want to thank you for making the world a little bit worse. YOU are a big part of why there is so much animosity in this country. YOU are the reason that people can't have a civilized discussion and maybe make things better. So congratulations! I hope you can sleep at night knowing that you've added absolutely nothing positive. I hope you feel better knowing that you've further alienated people who disagree with you rather than helping them see why you might be right.
I can't wait for November 5.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I ♥ sweatpants
In an earlier post I made fun of people that wore sweatpants out in public.
I now long to join their ranks.
I spent 15 minutes this morning agonizing, trying on pair after pair of pants. Nothing fit without causing an unsightly bulge that makes it appear I've grown a bit too fond of the all-you-can eat buffet.
I currently have: one pair of jeans, one pair of work pants and one skirt (with an elastic waist) that still fit pretty well. Oh, and several pairs of pajama pants. I'm not ready yet to buy maternity pants but I also don't want to buy several pairs of normal pants that won't fit in a few months and (hopefully!) won't fit after the baby is born. See my dilemma?
Maybe I should buy really loose shirts so you can't tell that my pants are no longer buttoned. Maybe I should try to convince my boss that I should be allowed to wear anything that fits, even if it is a pair of pajama pants that are six sizes too big and have the Guinness logo all over them.
One more thing: for those of you that are curious I'm currently 9 1/2 weeks pregnant and the baby is due on or around May 31, 2009!
I now long to join their ranks.
I spent 15 minutes this morning agonizing, trying on pair after pair of pants. Nothing fit without causing an unsightly bulge that makes it appear I've grown a bit too fond of the all-you-can eat buffet.
I currently have: one pair of jeans, one pair of work pants and one skirt (with an elastic waist) that still fit pretty well. Oh, and several pairs of pajama pants. I'm not ready yet to buy maternity pants but I also don't want to buy several pairs of normal pants that won't fit in a few months and (hopefully!) won't fit after the baby is born. See my dilemma?
Maybe I should buy really loose shirts so you can't tell that my pants are no longer buttoned. Maybe I should try to convince my boss that I should be allowed to wear anything that fits, even if it is a pair of pajama pants that are six sizes too big and have the Guinness logo all over them.
One more thing: for those of you that are curious I'm currently 9 1/2 weeks pregnant and the baby is due on or around May 31, 2009!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Gummi bears
I've had a very relaxing month and a half off of blogging. Now though, just like returning to work after a vacation, I have a pile of things to post about. Since I'm not going to do it all today (I do have a job after all) I will give you an overview of what's to come:
* We went on vacation to New York
* Kent is getting ready to mobilize
* I'm incubating a gummi bear that will, eventually, be a baby.
* We went on vacation to New York
* Kent is getting ready to mobilize
* I'm incubating a gummi bear that will, eventually, be a baby.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
To my friends
Another political season, another opportunity for rude people to pepper my inbox with emails that are presumptous and offensive. The guilty party doesn't actually even know my politics and assume that I agree with their bigoted, misinformed point of view.
Oh what the hell, I'm not going to dance around this. The emails I get are in regard to Barack Obama. I don't care if you dislike him because you disagree with his politics. For all you know I might not agree with his politics either. BUT, these emails I get are basically racist missives that call his character into question because of his heritage. It's disgusting and I would have liked to hope that the people I'm friends with are more enlightened. However that is clearly not the case. Up to this point I've basically deleted the emails without reading them but now I'm riled up and considering what I should do.
Do I stop associating with this person? Clearly our values are very different. Do I send an email and attempt to educate him/her? Or do I continue to delete the emails and not say anything. What would you do?
Oh what the hell, I'm not going to dance around this. The emails I get are in regard to Barack Obama. I don't care if you dislike him because you disagree with his politics. For all you know I might not agree with his politics either. BUT, these emails I get are basically racist missives that call his character into question because of his heritage. It's disgusting and I would have liked to hope that the people I'm friends with are more enlightened. However that is clearly not the case. Up to this point I've basically deleted the emails without reading them but now I'm riled up and considering what I should do.
Do I stop associating with this person? Clearly our values are very different. Do I send an email and attempt to educate him/her? Or do I continue to delete the emails and not say anything. What would you do?
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Fairytale
Once upon a time a lovely girl went to happy hour for a beer and some mozzarella sticks with her husband. While there she noticed a strange and disturbing sight.
The people at the table next to her had children with them! Oh me! Oh my! The children were sitting, imprisoned by their wicked captors. They were almost unable to see over the table and looked mighty unhappy, as children in bars are apt to be.
One hour later, full of mozzarella sticks and a beer our heroes left to go home but not without first giving the evil parents a withering look. They did not care, however, as they were full of beer and whiskey.
The end.
The moral of the story: bring your kids to a bar = you are the worst parent. Ever.
The people at the table next to her had children with them! Oh me! Oh my! The children were sitting, imprisoned by their wicked captors. They were almost unable to see over the table and looked mighty unhappy, as children in bars are apt to be.
One hour later, full of mozzarella sticks and a beer our heroes left to go home but not without first giving the evil parents a withering look. They did not care, however, as they were full of beer and whiskey.
The end.
The moral of the story: bring your kids to a bar = you are the worst parent. Ever.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
How do I say this politely?
I really love blogging, I really do. I realize I am not always very dedicated but I often think about blogging so that should count for something. I find this to be a very good outlet for me, even if no one reads it.
However. I have a little problem and I'm not sure what to do. I typically try to stay away from any topic that is very controversial. I have a variety of readers, most of whom I'm actually friends with. Sometimes though I want to blog about stuff but I'm afraid I'll make someone mad or hurt their feelings. I would never single out a specific person, of course, but maybe I would touch a nerve that upsets them.
I say all this with the caveat that I've never been offended by any blog I read. So why am I so worried that I'll offend someone so much they'll never come back. I know it's silly but is there anyone else out there that feels this way?
However. I have a little problem and I'm not sure what to do. I typically try to stay away from any topic that is very controversial. I have a variety of readers, most of whom I'm actually friends with. Sometimes though I want to blog about stuff but I'm afraid I'll make someone mad or hurt their feelings. I would never single out a specific person, of course, but maybe I would touch a nerve that upsets them.
I say all this with the caveat that I've never been offended by any blog I read. So why am I so worried that I'll offend someone so much they'll never come back. I know it's silly but is there anyone else out there that feels this way?
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