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Allrighty then. I'm better now. I didn't talk to a priest, although I probably could stand that on a good day. I just got the majority of chores done to make me realize that last spark of joy in my black lump of coal heart. Also, I got two prayer requests from friends who had or were having biopsies and were scared and worried. Nuff said. Working on the attitude...

Bah Humbug

I'm ready for Christmas to be over. OVER. Not just the day after over, but day come and gone, traveled to family and back, unpacked, laundry done, gifts put away, thank you notes written and sent, decorations stored, and bills paid off OVER. I long for the desolation and lack of decoration of January. I'll get to Mardis Gras later. I'll post on how much I love Mardis Gras later. For now, suffice it to say that I want Christmas over. I don't feel it this year. I could give a fook this year. That's a problem. I think I need to talk to a priest about it and see what I need to do. I will refrain from saying fook when I talk to him. Or at least I'll try...

Cool guy

It is out of the bag. President-elect Obama, our fearless leader is still smoking. He says he quit but occasionally falls off the wagon. His doctors said he is healthy and can run three miles. He was seen with nicorette gum on the campaign trail. He said he WILL NOT smoke in the White House. This has really made news. People seem to care about this. Not the willingness to kill the unborn, or all of the other stuff that makes me nervous about our fearless leader. People care about whether or not he is sneaking off and smoking a cigaratte occasionally. Hmmmm.

Here is the shocker. I love it. It is endearing. It actually makes me like him more. In a world where the President Clinton not only smoked cigars but got a blowjob in the whitehouse (I can't resist the term "getting his pole smoked" hee) the American public is worried about Obama dealing with the crap he has to deal with and not taking a smoke break? That's hysterical. Obviously the guy can handle smoking in moderation. Yeah yeah, its bad for you. So is fattening food, and too much sleep. Anything is bad if you are a moron.

So back to Obama. It makes him cool. You know it does.

Why couldn't I get the boobs?

I think that I'm fairly bright. Not gifted, but able to learn things quickly. I was always a teacher pleaser and thrived off praise and grades. I'm not proud. Its who I am.

Here is the flip side. I'm really dingy. I reinforce that damned dumb blonde reputation on a daily basis. And when I do it in a public way or around people who don't love me I just hate it. I want to scream, "But I'm smart! Really! I have an MBA and I graduated seventh out of seventy on full scholarship and I was drunk at least three nights of each week of that program!" But again with that stereotype - that comment wouldn't help. I used to have no filter. In my brain, then *insert sound effect* out my mouth. My husband has helped me with that. Sometimes with a kind reminder that I should pause before I speak and sometimes with a look on his face that says, "I can't believe I am married to this dumbass for eternity." Both methods do the trick.

The point of my post: I had a dingbat moment tonight, and no one to tell. I was playing solitaire on the computer after putting the kids to sleep (see how smart I am? I could have been watching t.v. or cleaning my kitchen) and it was one of those games where all signs pointed to me winning and having that kick-ass graphic with the cards falling down and leaving little visual echos. *sigh* Anyway, all my aces were up top, all my kings were down bottom, and I was cookin with bacon and then it happened - I was stuck. All because of one card that I couldn't get to for it to all work. Keep in mind this was on the computer. And in my frustration and grasping for straws as to why smart me couldn't win, I actually thought for a second that........................

the kids must have been playing with the deck and some of the cards must have gotten lost.

I'm not proud. Its who I am.

Light Reading

Ok, I did my political thing and got on my soap box and it doesn't really make a difference other than make me feel heard, which is what this little blog experiment is all about. Doing its job, it is.

So here I am with a full belly from Thanksgiving, looking forward to filling it a little higher with some boiled crawfish, and feeling all warm and fuzzy and not at all political. I did just finish The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and boy was that book disturbing. Good though, and I can't wait for the second one. Is she even writing it yet?

What sent me in that direction was actually the review for Hunger Games by Stephen King. Anything he likes, I will buy. I love Stephen King's own books. If you haven't read The Stand, I highly recommend it. Very disturbing as well, but oh so fabulous and even the mini-series was awesome with a kickin opening scene to the song "Don't fear the reaper." King also wrote The Running Man under the name Bachman and it was made into a movie that was somewhat like the Hunger Games. All this fun election stuff as of late has really gotten me itching to read some of those fun apocalyptic and rise of the anti-christ themed books that I have enjoyed. I can't imagine why;) Maybe when the global economy kicks in, the citizen security force is assembled, and I need to line up for my mark of the beast, oh, I mean identification chip, it will come to me.

Books like these make me thankful that I enjoy reading. M-O-O-N that spells Thanksgiving! (You have to read The Stand to get that joke).

YES HE CAN

"The first thing I'd do as president is sign the Freedom of Choice Act. That's the first thing that I'd do." -- Senator Barack Obama, speaking to the Planned Parenthood Action Fund, July 17, 2007

And here we are.

The Freedom of Choice Act (FOCA) is the most radical piece of legislation in U.S. history. Here are some key points about the legislation co-sponsored by our president elect:

• By allowing and even promoting abortion, FOCA goes beyond Roe v Wade by declaring that women have a fundamental right to abortion and invalidates anti-abortion laws in all 50 states.
• FOCA will require taxpayers to pay for abortions. (So you can't smoke a cigarette in a bar anymore, but you can get taxpayer money to kill your baby?)
• FOCA will require states to allow partial birth abortions
• FOCA will require states to allow abortions by non-physicians. (Will this become a new boutique business like botox parties?)
• FOCA will bar laws protecting a right of conscientious objection to abortion (Catholic hospitals will close their doors and the poor and needy will no longer have that access to merciful care)

Wow. And the biggest problem I have is if there are no restrictions on this, who is to say that abortion won't be MANDATED in the future? Only two kids per family...no down syndrome babies...no cripples...only blue eyes.........Ugh.

Young Love

This is an ode to Sonic. I love you. You make me happy. On some days, you complete me. Happy hour is the best invention EVER. Half price drinks! And if you told me as a 19 or 20 year old that happy hour would mean an $.86 coke ($.83 in Tomball!) and not $.75 Miller Longnecks, I would have laughed at you. First, I was a strictly coke girl. Then I was introduced to Diet coke with lime. Yum. THEN came my newest love (shout out to Allison)....Chocolate Coke. Is a flavor explosion of yumminess in a styrofoam cup.

Sonic is a happy place for me. One of my fondest relationship memories is when my then boyfriend, now husband came to visit me in Ft. Worth and we went to Sonic and it was a cool night and the windows were down and I was eating chili frito pie and singing "Bye Bye Miss American Pie" thinking, "I can't wait to marry this man cause this is probably gonna be how fun marriage is EVERY DAY." Sometimes I wanna travel back in time just so I can bitch slap myself.