Between the Olympics and the Democratic National Convention my nerves are shot. I went from cheering for Jamaican runners to standing on my couch clapping for Ted Kennedy. My eyes are red, my heart is racing and I’m starting to think that it might not be my liver hurting me, but an ulcer.
Here are some recent thoughts…
1. J asked what I thought about Joe Biden. I like him. I like any candidate who has a life story that could be made into a Lifetime television event,- and he has it. Plus, he married a teacher. And I got …READ MORE
I’m drunk and in the Las Vegas airport. Beside someone who keeps talking about how she is apart of a UN delegate. She has said very articulate things. I have spent the last 26 minutes thinking about how much I love drinks that come in 64 ounce containers and Banana Republic sales.
I hurt in many places, but I do believe Las Vegas is magic!
So is spellcheck.
I promise there will be a better update soon!
There are words that I’ve heard used to describe me that have been less than flattering. I’m bossy. I’m loud. I’m over emotional and can be dismissive. Obsessive and oblivious. I can be ridiculous.
This weekend I was labeled a hypocrite.
By one of my very *best friends.
And she was right.
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I do love American politics. My sweetest dreams are the stuff of primaries and caucuses. CNN has replaced Gofugyourself, as my first read of the morning. Wolf Blitzer reading off exit polls is as soothing as a cup of peppermint …READ MORE