I don't normally do any sort of political posting. I simply don't have time to brush up on stuff like I used to pre-toddler. Point is, if you read past this paragraph, and you get pissed off, don't say you weren't warned. This coming Tuesday is going to be a big day in the history of this great country. And regardless of how you voted, you can't help but admit that it's exciting times. For once, in our life times, we get to be a part of a huge moment that didn't involve the death of millions of people. Or of Brad and Angelina adopting another shade of kid. That being said, Barack Obama is just a man. Regardless of the color of his skin, he is not going to cure the economy, he is not going to stop the fighting, he is not going to banish unemployment, and he is not going to house the homeless. Sure, he may take steps towards that, but realistically, until he is in office for more than just one term, those steps won't even begin to matter. The econ...
** I actually wrote this on the 16th, which was...I dunno, awhile ago? Just in case you care ** Since moving to this wonderful state of Misery, we seem to have suffered through more plagues than at any other time in my life. First came the lice. Oh sweet Jesus, the lice. I've never dealt with lice before. Managed to live my whole entire existence on this planet without being attacked by tiny little head bugs. But we moved here, and BAM! The Monkey gets lice. And of course, since she had lice, *I* got lice. And then my niece. And my sister. In case you're unaware, the Monkey has looong hair, down to her cute little butt. And it's the most beautiful color and texture. Which most of the time? Is awesome. When you add lice to the mix, you pretty much want to die. Not her so much. ME. First doing the trial and error of what crap actually works, each trial taking any where from 4 hours to 2 days. ...
Two weeks. It's been two weeks since I planted the first seeds. And do I have sprouts? No. No I do not. So I've decided to change directions a bit. See, in Texas, tomato and cucumber plants, even strawberries, are flourishing and flowering. Here in Misery, we are still in 40 degree weather. This is foreign to me. Also foreign? The tornado drill (OMG I HOPE ITS A DRILL) that is happening right now. Sirens and all. I am writing this and resisting the urge to cower in the fetal position in my basement. Basements are also foreign to me. But back to the plants. I was telling my grandmother that none of my seeds had sprouted. She asked where I had them. I said outside. She said duh. Not really, but she could have. Basically, the weather here is still too arctic for anything to be motivated to sprout. And understandably so. I have a hard time getting out from under my covers in the morning. Basica...
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