Has your household been as wound up as ours about the vice president pick?

A flurry of emails this afternoon. Towards the end, he said:

I heard someone say in an Ad recently, I can't remember who, that Barack Obama would rather win an election than win a war.

That same person said that electing someone to the highest office in the land with the experience that Barack Obama has would endanger our country and leave us vulnerable on the world stage.

Now that person, in order to win an election, is prepared to have someone less qualified than Barack Obama be an assassin's bullet, a downed aircraft, a heart attack or a terrorist attack away from becoming the Commander-in-Chief.

Hypocritical. Not serious. Disappointing.

I replied:

A little less qualified, a lot more articulate, a lot less arrogant and completely lacking a Messiah-complex. And also running for a different office. It’s only happened about five times in US history that the president has popped his clogs while in office.

And I’m sorry, but I’d rather have a woman in there who BELIEVES THE RIGHT THINGS and has advisers to advise her on foreign policy, than a Garden Variety Liberal who believes the WRONG things and is naive to boot.

Whoo, bro, you’re getting me wound up here.

Note that I got the chance to use "pop their clogs" in an email today. Thank you Reverend Malcolm (Jr.).

The Difference Between You and Me

I'm trying to weed through the omnipresent stack of papers on our kitchen work/computer desk. I come across a recipe that I had printed out and wanted to transfer to a recipe card.

As I neared the end of the recipe (the part with the instructions not the list of ingredients) an inner turmoil began in me. The directions were stated one way and I was getting this urge to write in a different way that made more sense to me. Ahhh!! What to do? What to do? The rule following part of me says that I must write it down exactly the way it appears, but the rebel in me says, "do it your way."

I wish I was one of those people who didn't even think twice about copying a recipe imprecisely.

Love,
The nerdy rebel - she dares to write recipes her own way.

Paris Hilton Has Been Busy

Apparently. The nice people who email me three or four times a day keep me updated. According to them:

Paris Hilton returned by Aliens
Paris Hilton becomes Nun
Stephen Hawking defends Paris Hilton sex allegations
Paris Hilton sold her soul to the devil, admits it on Larry King

and my favorite

Paris Hilton tosses dwarf on the street.

She tosses a dwarf on a street? Maybe these emails are fabricated.

ADDED:

Paris Hilton endorses Ron Paul

Paris Hilton leaves jail, vows to return

Sorry I haven't been blogging.

All bloggers go through this. Something or other gets in the way every time they get an idea or sit down to write. For me this something was life.

I'm coming back though.

In the meantime, while I pull together my thoughts and those blog posts that I've started but never finished...what have you been up to?

Birthday Wishes

I will not be able to match the likes of JEB's birthday poem for me. Let's just get that on the table right now.

If I could grant you one wish it would be this: Driving down a gravel, farm to market road in Texas, hands on the steering wheel of your Dodge Ram - Bluebelle cowering from the fan in the passenger seat next to you. Mic Jagger's voice droning through the radio. You pull up to a hole it the wall type Barbecue place, slash dance hall. All your friends are there. We dance to whatever country/bluegrass band is playing that night and dine on brisket and beans until your husband decides to have some beer (cause it just feels right given the circumstances) and gets sick.
We pile in the back of your pick up and drive back to your place. When we get there you discover that we all pitched in and had hired someone to clean your entire house top to bottom. There is a card on the counter. We've all signed it and also payed for someone to come in once a week, for a year and do all of your laundry. In the refrigerator is some amazing, gourmet dessert we all share with some coffee. We talk and/or spew hate at one another (if nerts be the activity of choice for the remainder of the evening) until the sun comes up. We go to bed and sleep until we feel like getting up, because we've got a babysitter for our children.
Happy Birthday !!! And may whatever your wish be, that it comes true!!!

They really are halcyon days.

If only we knew that when we were in them.

I have been going through a ridiculous amount of old e-mails in an attempt to clear out the vast clutter that is surely clogging my computer's memory not to mention my own. I am trying not to read them all, or even glance at most of them, because there are literally thousands. But sometimes I can't help but stop. They are banal: social engagements, movie dates, the next nerts game, who's coming to Thanksgiving, newspaper articles, the Sports guy, won't Jane look cute in this outfit, is Wyatt a colicky baby, my mother-in-law's successful surgery, baby showers, baby showers, baby showers, Dreyer's Longhorn Stampede ice cream, is this the one my sister in law is going to marry, sad news, someone's frustrating divorce, the next book club meeting, cousins coming to visit with their new baby boy, friends visiting from DC, photos of babies, photos of travels, office party invitations, wedding dates, partings, birth annoucement, moving dates . . . . but they make up a life. And it's a good life.

You just have to be present for it.