8 posts tagged “errata”
My mother was born in 1933. Until she was a teenager, she thought the word "Roosevelt" meant President. She'd only been aware of one in her lifetime.
If Hillary Clinton is elected president in November, we will have completed a 2 decade cycle of a legitimate Bush/Clinton Dynasty. I'm not saying that Senator Clinton would not make a fine president, though her "I Ain't No Ways Tired" bit really makes it hard for me to take her seriously (I notice that it's been pulled from YouTube).
I'm just saying that I'm troubled by the idea of the presidency bouncing between two "royal families." For me this trumps her becoming the first woman president of our country. Which, by the way, leads to some very ... uhm... "heated" dinner table discussion in my household. And you know her husband will not be able to resist sticking his finger in the pie. I do not find this comforting. He had his shot. Let Chelsea run in a few years after we've had time to breathe.
I'm serious.
Anyway, if Senator Clinton is the Democratic nominee, she'll likely get my vote, especially if Huckabee or Romney (shudder) get the GOP nod. I say "likely" as I'm still flirting with McCain even though I believe he may be crazy.
BTW - I voted for McCain in the Michigan
Primary. Before I get cards and letters to turn in my dashiki let me
just say that I had two very valid reasons. 1. The Democrats had made a
monumental mess of their side of things. 2. I was voting against Mitt
Romney rather than for McCain. Unfortunately my vote was in vain.
This is why the people of Michigan (at least the Republicans) are dead to me.
It's 2:20 in the morning and I actually hear an owl hooting in a tree in our backyard somewhere.
I know how he feels.
I can't sleep either. Though I'm guessing he's supposed to be up. I've been getting 9 hours a night since Christmas and I'm not due back at work until Thursday. This is a major setback to my sleep debt recovery.
What is wrong with me? This is not good. I've got to drive to the airport in a little more than 6 hours and then be half way cogent for the morning church service. But I'm wide awake.
The house is far from quiet this time of night. Fridge just kicked on. Noisy thing. Sounds like it's trying to take off. The heat registers are popping as hot water swooshes through their pipes and the house creaks when the occasional breeze blows by.
"Dead of Night" my fat behind.
Fixed myself a peanut butter and muenster on half a bagel a bit ago (don't knock it, it ain't half bad). Another glass of water and I think sleep may overtake me now.
Enough with the stilted prose. I'll leave it to the owl.
...no reason to actually, just thought it was a catchy title.
I'm 46 today. I decree that everyone take the day off and enjoy some "Me Time." Kick off your shoes. Sit by a roaring fire. I'll be over here on the Lazy Boy, sipping Starbucks (French Roast I think), watching episodes of Firefly (got the box set for Crimmuh)... maybe browse for some iTunes with my gift card.
Dinner is at 5:00 3:30 in Ann Arbor at the Real Seafood Co. Bring beer.
Sing Baby:
He's 56. This may mean nothing to most of you but to me Bootsy is second only to He That Is Most Holy. *wanders off to find a download of "I'd Rather Be With You"*
Call me Sally Field.
I submitted a piece of fast fiction to LitBits a while back (thanks Amanda) and they actually posted it here: http://www.litbits.ca/
It will be up all week.
Just don't tell my mother, 'kay?
