Thursday, February 28, 2008
I Know About Eloise
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Monday, February 25, 2008
Forgive My Ignorance But.....
What the hell is a Superdelegate?
And how is that even fair?
Labels: Elections 08 | 4 comments
Thursday, February 21, 2008
A Year In the Life...2
Ryder turns two years old today. Incredible. Have fun watching the photoshow (turn up the volume)- we had so much fun doing it last year, we wanted to do it again....
Ryder's Second Year
And if you want to remember what he looked like before during his first year, you can always watch this one...
Ryder's First Year
Thanks to everyone for being a part of his young life...
Labels: Just Pics, Ryder | 8 comments
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
A Heart Shaped Uterus, Just in Time for Valentine's Day
Labels: Miscarriage, Ryder | 2 comments
Friday, February 8, 2008
My Slightly Ignorant and Humble Political Tome
My freakishly tall husband can attest to the fact that I was taken by Obama the first time I heard him speak on Oprah about a year ago. At the time, he had simply been promoting his book, "The Audacity of Hope". I had no clue who this man was, or what he was about, or why I would even care to read about his life. But, for some reason I never changed the channel. I just couldn't stop watching him. He seemed so elegant, and honest at the same time, and well...truthful. I felt like I could relate to him and engage him in a conversation- like I felt like I wouldn't be scared to start talking to him. He held my attention during his interview, and instantly I was drawn. Then Oprah started to speak to him about being a Presidential Hopeful. WOW. Where did this guy come from? Why do I really like this guy? This came out of nowhere. Hmmmmmm, perhaps I should read his book- I mean, Oprah has never gone wrong in that category.
I never did read the book. And slowly, in the last year, Obama emerged and his campaign gained momentum. Whenever he spoke on the tube, the dude just had my attention. I would say, "look honey, there's that guy I was telling you about. Isn't he soo well spoken"? I never did speak out about him to anyone else really, or tell anyone about how much I enjoyed watching him speak- because- speaking engagements aside, I knew (and know) NOTHING about politics. Zero. Zilch. How was I supposed to justify my interest in him politically if I knew nothing about politics? I didn't want to jump on the Obama Train simply because he had captured my attention in regards to the "appearance package". And what an impressive "appearance package" indeed. Handsome, tall, NO southern accent (what? a president without a southern accent? how refreshing...), well spoken, and in one word: striking. Well, that's a DUMBASS reason to back a presidential candidate. And sure, I'm slightly embarressed by that..and so, I've spent the last two weeks breaking apart his website to learn all I could about his campaign. And I like what I see.
Sadly, its a little too late. With the gang jumping up and down, screaming, "VOTEVOTEVOTE", it annoys me to no end that I CAN'T!!! Yes, you heard me, I can't. Idiot that I am. Well, I can't for the Primary Elections anyway. I hadn't voted since the Reagan administration (please don't judge me), nor had I cared to vote since. And I'm NOT embarressed by that at all. I never liked any of the candidates that I saw or read about- Republican or Democrat. I didn't trust anyone who was running for that office and all I could see was a web of lies. So I never voted since that first time- fresh out of high school...completely Republican and Catholic and conservative (that is frightening to think about). I think I even remember myself going to the polls in my rugby shirt and Tretorns, with maybe even a ribbon in my hair. I was pretty sweet and fresh faced. My- how I've changed.
Anyway, my voter registration status fell off the face of the earth. After several new addresses and one new name change- I'm not registered. I even called the Howard County Board of Elections to verify. Yup. Not registered. DAMNIT. So now, the lesson has been learned, and I will never let this happen again. I had a chance to cast a vote in the Primary, and I'm late by three weeks. And I'm sooooo frustrated that I have no right to vote because of sheer stupidity on my part.
If you're registered to vote, do it. I've never WANTED to vote before, and now I do- more than ever just because I can't, and because I actually do believe in Obama, and I do believe that he'll make a difference, and I do think that he would institute the policies and changes that that we're all ready to see.
So, during the Primary Elections next week, vote for Obama to put him on the ballot for the General Elections- so I can then vote for him like I so want to right now. I promise I won't let you, or myself, down.
In the meantime, I'm gonna go pick up that book that I meant to read one year ago.
Post script: 9:32pm
So, it appears that those of us who are slightly embarressed that we know nothing about politics, yet have an undeniable urge and connection to a candidate, and want to vote for them- are not so far off our rockers. I got my issue of Newsweek in the mail today after work.....
From Newsweek: the Monday, February 18th issue:
"The Science, and Emotions, of Voting", by Sharon Begley
Best summarized by the last paragraph:
"Explaining why voters make the decisions they do is hampered by people's poor powers of introspection. Exit polls ask people whom they voted for and why. But the explanations tend to be post hoc, and wrong, because people have such little insight into their own motivations, reasoning and emotions, says Carter Eskew. "People default to things like 'He shares my values', or 'I think he's authentic,' or 'I like his position on abortion," he says. "But those are rational reasons. The real ones, the emotional ones, are harder to articulate." But they are the ones that count, and the campaign that best harnesses the power of the heart is just about certain to see its candidate at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue one year from now."
Huh. How bout that.
Labels: Books, Elections 08, Other Random Things | 4 comments
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Call of Duty is NOT a Topic That Should be Discussed at Work
I had an "out of body" experience today. I don't even know where to begin, the story is so long and bizarre its enough to give anyone the heebie jeebies. I'm also trying to delicately state the facts, without using any "red flag" words that might call attention to this blog. Let me just say that you should never, ever, discuss slaying people with dangerous items when you're working in a secure, protected environment.
Case in point:
My boss whom I had been working with for the last 4 months is a great guy. He's just like us. Funny, witty, smart, outspoken, sick sense of humor, confident, you know- all the things that I enjoy in people. He makes you think, he questions you on your decisions to get the full picture, and he challenges you to step up to the plate. To some, that's likeable. To others who have been living under a rock, it's like having your worst nightmare facing you everyday. Before I had started working, he already had made enemies (which boss doesn't), and three months into my working with him, they had asked him to step down as chief.
With that said, our office is pretty much divided into two camps- those that support him and his work ethic, his managment style, and everything that he stood for, and those in the other camp who just didn't get him, didn't get his logic, didn't get his sick sense of humor, and just thought of him as rude, arrogant, full of himself. I was in his camp. I supported him, I got him. I mean, he's Hispanic. Need I say more?
Today was supposed to be his last day at work. One of my coworkers and I had sabotaged his office door handle with hand cream so that when he unlocked it, and went to open his office, he'd get a handful. That's the kind of relationship we had. We had the kind of relationship that, with enough convincing, he was going to buy a PS3 so we could keep in touch after his last day, and- being a gamer, he was all into it. So was my coworker. The three of us had many discussions on how to get more goodies when playing Call of Duty, how to slice people, and how I hated when friends of mine would hide in tall buildings and peg me in the head with one of those "scopeweaponsthatblowyourheadupatlongrangedistances".
As his last day drew near, that's all the three of us would talk about, when we did have time to talk. I mean, who hasn't ever said, "What are they gonna do? Fire me? I've got nothing to lose". Whenever he was up to something, that's what he'd say. We all exchanged call names, and pestered each other about who was the wimpiest.
He never showed up today.
I knew that he was on his way in- he was buying us coffee and had emailed me and said that his ETA was 15 minutes. He still never made it into his office. We peeked into it after a 9am meeting, and his office was stripped down so that there was nothing left but dust. That's not like how I saw it at 8am. His computer was gone, all of his final personal things, just gone. Poof. Weeiiirrrdddd. Creepy actually. We had nothing left to do but speculate about what the hell had happened to him.
At 1pm, we were all called into a mandatory meeting and briefed by forces that support the forces. They updated us on the "situation". Our boss had been stopped at the gate at 830am, where they pulled him over, and searched his car, and had him escorted to police headquarters. Where they questioned him some more. Then they told us: "An individual has come forward and stated that they were fearing for their safety today. We thank you for contacting us, but at this time, we do not believe that you are in any danger. He will not be returning to base, and his keys to this office have been confiscated. We thank you for your dilegence- in today's day and age, you never know." This certain individual had also mentioned that my boss had "nothing to lose". WHATBUNCHAGARBAGE.
Someone in opposition of my boss had mentioned that he was talking about a "scopethatblowsyourheadupatlongrangedistances". That's just my code word. Ask me later what dangerous item was mentioned...
"Holy shit" is all that I could think of. My coworker and I turned sheet white. We looked at each other, and we both knew that perhaps they might be coming for us next. I mean, we were the only ones in the office that I know of- talking about this game, and its weapons. But no one came to us. No one questioned us. We deduced that this individual knew we were just talking about a game, and just had it out for my boss. Way to kick the guy out of your office, for Christ sake. What a fuckin way to go.
I guess I won't be saying anything like, "ima slice you in the asshole" anytime soon. Some people just wouldn't get that. But jesus, really- how scary is that? Be careful in your work place, folks. Some people just don't get it.
They should get out and meet some of my friends.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I've Been Tired All Week and Have Nothing to Say....
Except this:
1. Sandy St. Paul 2. Smokey Crestview 3. Pasta Woods 4. Lucky Larson 5. Spanky Wynbrook 6. Goldie Lochview 7. Whitey Church 8. Blue Brooklyn 9. Clementine Cedarhurst 10. Evon Burdock 11. Rex Cedarhurst 12. Socks Lochview 13. Spot Oscar Arellano | a. Blue Ryder b. Beefcake c. The Sherpa d. Man in Basement e. Man in Basement's sister f. The Dentist g. Sassy Pants h. Freakishly Tall Husband i. Browser Metrics j. Capitol Swell k. Eversleuthingfortastyplacestoeat l. Dylan's Daddy m. Foodie Monster |
Can you guess what they are? If you already know what they are, then who are they? Have fun matching them.....
OK. Back to Call of Duty.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Time for Call of Duty
And nothing but....Call of Duty
Labels: IPhone, Just Pics | 1 comments



