For months, I've been putting off declaring myself "for" any particular Democratic presidential candidate. Truthfully, I was hedging my bets. The upshot of it all is, whoever the Democratic nominee is will get my vote in the general election -- so why commit now?
Then I started to get more and more excited about one candidate, almost in spite of myself. And I have started to feel a bit . . . I guess, wimpy . . . for not just making a choice.
So, I'm declaring it right now: I'm an Obama girl.
I could go on and on about health care, war, etc., etc., but the truth of the matter is that any of the Democratic candidates would have aligned pretty closely with what I think. I'm not ashamed to admit that my choice in this matter has been a lot more of a visceral, gut reaction than an intellectual decision. And I'm okay with that.
I'm okay with that because Obama makes me feel that this country can be something cool again, that if he's President, I can be proud of being American again. I've spent the past eight years or so wanting things to not be so bad -- but Obama makes me look forward to how good they could be. It's exciting. I watched the debate last night like it was a John Cougar Mellencamp concert -- no, I know . . . like it was a reprise of Hedwig and the Angry Inch! (And THAT is really saying something.)
So, I'm excited about the months coming up. I even, given the closeness of the race, feel that my vote might actually count for something (that is, if we can hold off the damn Super Delegates). I feel strongly enough about it that I'm planning this weekend to go sign up to work on the campaign, something I've never done before.
Wanna come along? I think it's going to be quite a ride.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Since Last We Met . . .
It occurs to me that I haven't been blogging much lately. Well, THAT needs to change, I know. One thing I have always noticed, though, is that when things are going along pretty well, I don't seem to feel as creative. I think I get complacent. Like when I used to date the duddiest duds I could find, man . . . I could write the hell out of some angsty love poetry. But put me in a happy, stable marriage, and suddenly the most creative thing I can come up with is, "You're really cool. And hot, too."
Anyway. All that is just to say that I haven't been NOT blogging because there's some horrible catastrophe and I just can't publicly discuss it. On the the contrary, there are some great things going on right now.
One great thing is that I have stopped being a domestic violence prosecutor, and am now just a regular ol' crime prosecutor. Glory be, I cannot tell you how this switch lightens the mental load around here. I am not, shall we say . . . nurturing, and dealing with victims day in and day out did not play to my strengths. I think this new position does. Play to my strengths, that is. It's a good thing.
Another good thing going on around here is that I have been elected as an elder in my church. This is kind of cool. I feel like pulling a Sally Field and crying, "They like me! They really like me!" But I'll refrain. Who knows how long they will like me once they get a load of some of my wacky ideas. Maybe I'll be impeached, who knows. I'm sure this whole elder thing will be good blog fodder in the months to come, and if they DO finally let me in on the secret handshake, I will SO pass it on to you.
Oh! Here's something I'm SUPER excited about: I learned how to make good pizza dough. Seriously, you have no idea how long that has been bothering me.
This is my last week of tutoring, and I have big plans for all the free time I'm going to have from now on. There's a sewing class AND violin lessons in my future.
And finally, next week, hopefully Monday, I'm takin' a plunge that I've been talking about for months. It's going to be the coolest of all cool things, I just know it. Stay tuned -- there will be pictures.
Anyway. All that is just to say that I haven't been NOT blogging because there's some horrible catastrophe and I just can't publicly discuss it. On the the contrary, there are some great things going on right now.
One great thing is that I have stopped being a domestic violence prosecutor, and am now just a regular ol' crime prosecutor. Glory be, I cannot tell you how this switch lightens the mental load around here. I am not, shall we say . . . nurturing, and dealing with victims day in and day out did not play to my strengths. I think this new position does. Play to my strengths, that is. It's a good thing.
Another good thing going on around here is that I have been elected as an elder in my church. This is kind of cool. I feel like pulling a Sally Field and crying, "They like me! They really like me!" But I'll refrain. Who knows how long they will like me once they get a load of some of my wacky ideas. Maybe I'll be impeached, who knows. I'm sure this whole elder thing will be good blog fodder in the months to come, and if they DO finally let me in on the secret handshake, I will SO pass it on to you.
Oh! Here's something I'm SUPER excited about: I learned how to make good pizza dough. Seriously, you have no idea how long that has been bothering me.
This is my last week of tutoring, and I have big plans for all the free time I'm going to have from now on. There's a sewing class AND violin lessons in my future.
And finally, next week, hopefully Monday, I'm takin' a plunge that I've been talking about for months. It's going to be the coolest of all cool things, I just know it. Stay tuned -- there will be pictures.
Monday, February 18, 2008
We Had It All
Well, since my last post, vacation has come to a screeching halt and we have returned to the real world.
The real world, it turns out, is colder than vacation, and involves way fewer tiki huts and not a single rum punch at sunset.
This wasn't a vacation full of big happenings -- more of the lay about and wonder if it is time for more sunscreen, it was. But I thought before I return to the real world in blogland, I'd recap some of the highlights.
Highlight #1: Cooking fabulous seafood dinners to eat in the gigantic tiki hut of our hotel (and making friends with a very laid back island cat).
Highlight #2: Sailing along on a big ol' schooner in Key West and getting bleary-eyed from staring at a gorgeous sunset.
Highlight #3: Kayaking to a deserted island and camping there overnight so close to the water I wondered if we might wake up floating in Florida Bay.
Highlight #4: Sitting around with my sweetie.
That last one, at least, also exists in real life, which makes real life not all that bad in the long run.
[One last note -- I thought everyone in the world knew the song from which I've taken my last two post titles. Imagine my surprise when Todd finally asked why the hell I kept talking about "starring in our own late, late show." In case you, also, are one of those people who have never heard the gloriousness that is Bertie Higgins, please go out and have a listen. In the meantime, here are the lyrics in their entirety.)
The real world, it turns out, is colder than vacation, and involves way fewer tiki huts and not a single rum punch at sunset.
This wasn't a vacation full of big happenings -- more of the lay about and wonder if it is time for more sunscreen, it was. But I thought before I return to the real world in blogland, I'd recap some of the highlights.
Highlight #1: Cooking fabulous seafood dinners to eat in the gigantic tiki hut of our hotel (and making friends with a very laid back island cat).
Highlight #2: Sailing along on a big ol' schooner in Key West and getting bleary-eyed from staring at a gorgeous sunset.
Highlight #3: Kayaking to a deserted island and camping there overnight so close to the water I wondered if we might wake up floating in Florida Bay.
Highlight #4: Sitting around with my sweetie.
That last one, at least, also exists in real life, which makes real life not all that bad in the long run.
[One last note -- I thought everyone in the world knew the song from which I've taken my last two post titles. Imagine my surprise when Todd finally asked why the hell I kept talking about "starring in our own late, late show." In case you, also, are one of those people who have never heard the gloriousness that is Bertie Higgins, please go out and have a listen. In the meantime, here are the lyrics in their entirety.)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Just Like Bogie and Bacall
This is what I'm looking at as I'm writing this post:
Santa Claus brought Todd and I a February vacation for Christmas this year (betcha didn't know that Santa Claus is bald and bears a striking resemblance to a certain Communist dictator, did you?), so as we speak (or as I type and you read), I am sitting in a Tiki hut in Key Largo.
It feels so decadent. I don't think I've ever been on vacation in February before, but I could sure get used to it. We had a minor scare when the two pieces of luggage containing all the fishing poles and camping equipment were a bit . . shall we say, delayed. But it turns out they were only delayed, and were delivered to us last night, very little the worse for their unplanned trip to Philadelphia.
Todd is, contrary to popular belief, actually capable of relaxing:
But this morning he'd had enough of that whole 24 hours of relaxing and is off in a kayak with his newly reclaimed fishing poles.
Me? I'm chillin', here in my tiki hut, with my book and my knitting and my notebook and laptop. My one task is to make reservations for a sunset sailing trip with free champagne.
Ahhh . . . life is good.
Santa Claus brought Todd and I a February vacation for Christmas this year (betcha didn't know that Santa Claus is bald and bears a striking resemblance to a certain Communist dictator, did you?), so as we speak (or as I type and you read), I am sitting in a Tiki hut in Key Largo.
It feels so decadent. I don't think I've ever been on vacation in February before, but I could sure get used to it. We had a minor scare when the two pieces of luggage containing all the fishing poles and camping equipment were a bit . . shall we say, delayed. But it turns out they were only delayed, and were delivered to us last night, very little the worse for their unplanned trip to Philadelphia.
Todd is, contrary to popular belief, actually capable of relaxing:
But this morning he'd had enough of that whole 24 hours of relaxing and is off in a kayak with his newly reclaimed fishing poles.
Me? I'm chillin', here in my tiki hut, with my book and my knitting and my notebook and laptop. My one task is to make reservations for a sunset sailing trip with free champagne.
Ahhh . . . life is good.
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