Down 4.6 lbs as of Tuesday. But had Wendy’s for lunch and now want to shoot myself with guilt.
Arizona trip coming up, we leave Friday. It will be nice to just get the hell out of dodge for a while.
Buns started crawling. I still can’t get over the fact that every time he sees me he smiles. Even if he looks away for a minute or I look away, when he turns back he smiles. Melts my heart.
I haven’t really talked about this, because in my mind, it’s not over and why comment on something when the results aren’t even in? But Norm Colman can suck it.
If he truly represented the great state of Minnesota he would let the recount happen without comment or incident. Deep down in my heart I believe that Al Franken lost the election. But with a margin of victory less than one half of one percent state law mandates a recount. And I think my Senator should support that recount, even encourage it.
Minnesota has one of the highest voter turn out rates in the nation. The district I live in has an over 80% turn out rate. It’s something I take great pride in as a Minnesotan. If Norm Coleman knew what that meant, not just to me, but to the state as a whole he’d keep his big Boston Cream Pie hole shut!
Don’t trash the process! Don’t trash the Secretary of State! If Coleman was confident in his victory, he’d go about his business and say, call me when it’s done. But every vote counts! I’ll tell you something about Minnesota Norm, and I’m telling you this because you obviously didn’t grow up here. The taxpayers of this state will shell out money again and again to have their vote counted. And our elected officials should feel the exact same way. Coleman obviously doesn’t get it. Therefore, he can kiss my fat Irish ass!
If you haven’t seen Keith Olbermann talking about Prop 8, I recommend you take a deep breath and watch below. I feel that we as a nation have taken a huge step backwards on this issue. We live next door to a same sex couple. They have been with each other as long as Hubbin and I have. They both have their names on the mortgage like Hubbin and I do. OBVIOUSLY in a committed relationship right? So why the hell do 27 states go out of their way to say No, to them being married, even by common law? I just don’t get it.
And what is California going to do with the +18,000 gay couples it has married so far? Do you unmarry them? Do they get Grandfathered in? And IF they get grandfathered in, why even bother? It’s like saying these marriages count but those going forward don’t? How can there be a constitutional ban on love? And why is CA going back to the days of segregation? Because that’s what this is. It’s saying you over here are OK, and you over here are not. And those with the nots have less rights than those with.
Love is love people. I’ve loved a few against my will, when I knew it was bad for me and only going to end in hair dye and tears. I didn’t choose it, it just happened and it was awful. Can there be a ban on that love too? Is my love for the fabulous Mr. O now going to be scrutinized as well? Sweet chocolate christ I hope not.
The Fabulous Mr. Olbermann cites Clarence Darrow at the end of his speech. Link provided.
Ok, so I am on Week 3 and I’ve lost 2.5 lbs. I don’t really notice a physical difference yet, but mentally it’s great to see the numbers. I went to three different meetings (on Slootie’s excellent advice) and found a meeting leader I really like. She’s absolutely in love with the buns which is nice because I pretty much have to bring him with.
Boo is hilarious. After a few months in French Immersion school her articulation is astounding. She told hubbin her Christmas list last night, but it includes gifts for everyone. I’ve recreated it here….
For Daddy - a CD with Batman on it.
For Mommy - a rose with no bees
For the Buns - a rocket ship (then she made a rocket ship take-off noise)
For Her - a work bench for her tools so she can help fix things.
I’ve racked my brain and checked my calendars and even looked at the archives of MDC and checked my sent e-mails. I’m pretty sure that I’m very, very, VERY late with my period. This wouldn’t normally shock me, but hubbin and I have been wink wink, say no more lately and I’m trying to count days (which I haven’t had to do in FOREVER) and I’m positive that it’s been over 31 days since my last P. A recent pregnancy test came back negative, but even if that’s the case, I SO don’t want to get pregnant right now. I called my Dr. to get on the pill. Hi, I’m 16 again.
(Actually that’s bullshit since I didn’t have sex until I was 18 and didn’t get on the pill until college. I guess I’m just prorating for inflation).
That one point over the Packers is so sweet, I might have to go see a dentist on Monday. SHAZAM! VIKINGS STYLE!
From Green and his lovely bride who have been displaced from their apartment.
I just want to give the little guy a hug, don’t you?
Here is my favorite so far. From Jonesie in AZ. God Bless Him.
Keep the fridge photos coming….mydarlingcurse@gmail.com
Oh…BTW….this is just the Beer Fridge in the garage. SWEET!
More Fridge Photo’s coming after this, but I think this is important, so I wanted to get it out. I e-mailed some of the people I am proud to call my friends. I asked them, in 20 words or less, Now that the election is over, how do you feel? I know supporters of both candidates so I didn’t want a biased answer, e.g. Now that Obama has won…..Now that Palin has been sent packing. I just wanted to know, now that the process has ended and a winner declared (no matter who that winner is)…how you doin’?
The responses thus far….(nicknames used, some for the first time).
“Accomplished, proud, hopeful. I’m proud of our nation and I’m ready. We can, and we DID!!!” - my Marine wife niece.
“Relief! Now people can start focusing on REAL issues…” - BF
“Hopeful but wary of the Republicans (read: Norm Coleman) - Son of a Preacher Man
“The first thing that happened to me today was getting a $45 parking ticket in LA because I didn’t put the nickel that was jingling in my pocket into the meter outside Starbuck’s. So, I began the Obama era by shaking my fist at the heavens.” - The Ex-English Teacher
“I was disappointed at first. But after listening to Macain’s speech. We all live in America and deserve a chance.” - Jonesie (And here is where I’m tasting blood biting my tongue about a McCain supporter getting their own candidate’s name wrong.)
“I felt so goooood when I scribbled in my circle yesterday. It feels great to support a winner–something I haven’t done in any elections past. Very optimistic.” - The Alaskan Poet
“Proud to be an American. Hope is more powerful than fear. This country can be what we wish it were……For the first time in my life, I feel that my country belongs to me, and me to it.” - The Voodoo Queen
“Relieved, joyful, hopeful, moved re: Obama; sick, sad, angry re: Prop 8 and like; disappointed, irritated re: Al Franken, Bachmann.” - Earth Mama
“Happy and Hopeful for the election results…a little sad (but not broken) about Prop 8 passing. But the world is on the road to healing…yes we did!” - Colby
“Relieved” - Princess K of the Milky Way
“I am just glad Palin isn’t in the White House. That is my biggest relief. I’m cautiously optimistic.” - Photo Mom
“Ecstatic, relieved, inspired, vindicated, hungover.” - Rocker Dad
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” - Green
I put these up….I asked the question….there is a point I’m trying to make.
Yes We Can is now the battle cry for a generation, born from a suffragette tune and one man having a dream as its refrain. We have our country back. We’ve crossed the color line. Proud to be an American is wider spread now as an ideal- not just reserved for shitkicking country bucket rednecks and song titles. We now know the power we have as a people when we stand together and say to our own government ENOUGH!
November 5, 2008 a day of healing and a day of hope.
See, to me, this is what America is all about. One kid with a dream and desire, AND the means to accomplish that dream. Even if it’s only being a News Reporter.
Damon Weaver interviews Sen. Joe Biden.
Just be OVER already - christ!
Although, I must admit I’m conserving energy today. I’m hoping I can talk hubbin into taking Wednesday off so we can watch Keith Olbermann all night. I’m betting Keith can go all night. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.