Boy, I had a banner week last week, right? Like, TWO posts? I feel my Voice of the Year nod coming in ANY day now.
I am kind of in a funk lately. There’s a manifold of reasons why, and not all of them are interesting. However, I have a blog with available bullets, so let me subject you to my minutiae:
- You know that “blog conference” I go to? That was in New Orleans this year? That I look forward to every year? Yeah, not going. Timing just ended up being not good, and finances needed to be put in a different avenue, and a million other grown-up bummers. It’s just hit me today that I would be heading out tomorrow evening. Instead, I’m .. not.
- I’m tired. Sure, it’s pregnancy-tired, but it’s also work-stress tired, and school-overload tired, we’re-still-dealing-with-ADHD-issues tired, and not-consistently-sleeping-in-a-bed tired.
- My house – more specifically, my bedroom – is a wreck. I am one of those folks who is actually impacted by the condition of my environment, and my current disarray is reflective in my mental state. I was trying to change wardrobes from Summer to Winter when I realized I was expecting, so now I can’t wear any of it, really, and I’m living from piles of clothes in the floor. Clothes are EVERYWHERE. I don’t blame Bryan for hating me over this.
Hey, but this. This makes me laugh so hard I’ll pee a little.
Try not to realize that, um, they’re probably fighting to the death, though, okay? Total buzzkill.
So we actually – against our initial judgement – stayed glue to the tv last night as election coverage rolled in. This election was interesting for me, as a Democrat in Alabama. Because I think I’m not really a Democrat in the grand sense of the word. I actually lean more Libertarian than anything else, but in Alabama, my main core beliefs are simply not conservative, so I’m a Democrat.
Because I’m a Dem in a red state, I don’t often talk about politics at work. I think that stuff is for your kitchen table or maybe your church luncheon. In general, we can happily have peaceful discourse, but I’m not looking to be “converted” nor am I looking to convert. But folks aren’t always receptive to that, and sometimes, they look to pick a fight.
I am also the first to admit that the two candidates were both human .. i.e. – they have flaws.
I walked in this morning and someone asked me if I had watched the coverage. I said yes, and they asked me how I voted. While I would NEVER ask someone this question (it rubs me as if they had asked my weight), I answered honestly. His explosive response surprised me. (Mostly because this guy gets major respect from me and I genuinely like him.) And I got a lot of that all day. It was “[my] fault” and “[my] people did this” and they “hope [I] get what [I] deserve”. Um. Really?
You know what’s most awesome about our country? The diversity and how we designed it to have a million checks and balances along the way. Even though I support Obama, he admittedly was not as effective as I would like because of said checks and balances. So I firmly believe – and did even Tuesday afternoon, before the votes were tallied – that there is not enough room in the Presidential office to allow any one man to completely break our nation over the course of four years.
“Well, what about eight years?” they spat at me.
“Dubya sure tried his damndest, didn’t he?” I responded.
Can we please just cross the aisle and make this all work already? We have BCS rankings to argue about.
There is no silver lining to this post yet and it feels like such a downer and I apologize. You’re probably now filling your bathtub so you can take a soak with a toaster after reading it. Please blame me in your note.
Okay, I leave you with this. This will still make me do a spittake but it is .. explicit. Funny, but explicit.