An entire post about finding a hobby

So…. I need a hobby.

You see, for the last year and a half the Presidential election was my hobby. I spent quality time with Joe and Chris and Chucky T. Wolf and Anderson and Donna. Keith and Rachel. There was poll watching and primary concerns, then later scandals and smears to disprove and then an electoral map to study with the intense gaze of a jewelers eye. There may have even been a time when I created my own electoral map.

Let’s just take a minute to bow to that kind of *dorkiness, shall we?

Okay, moving on.

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Hillary Clinton and the case of the missing manners

We had a spelling contest last week in my class and when the winner was picked, the runner up gave the boy who won a high five and yelled out a big, sincere “way to go!”.

Hillary Clinton could learn things from my class.

And that’s the nicest thing I have to say about it.

(And if this post wasn’t enough of a confirmation, let me assure you- the CNN addiction is back in full swing. Wolf Blitzer, will you be my boo?)

I promise.

Hey, it’s okay…

- to not spend more money on shoes than you do on rent. As much as I want to be SJP, I need a roof over my head more than I need new shoes. (And that might have been the most difficult sentence for me to ever type).

- to believe in karma only after you’ve just done something selfless.

- to find that your best Saturday nights involve take-out, movies and pajamas.

- to believe food tastes better when you don’t use a fork.

- to not understand EVERY. SINGLE. COMPLICATED. rule/regulation regarding the Presidential campaign. …READ MORE

On being called a hypocrite

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

Glue Sticks and First Licks

Happiness is ….

falling asleep at 8:30pm, grade two creative writing, kicking a satisfyingly large chunk of ice off the bumper of my car, an email out of the blue, hearing someone snoring, all green lights, receiving a Valentine still sticky with glue, hearing a speech that moves me to tears, a strawberry margarita with extra salt, clean sheets, big rings, the return of Jack Shepard, homemade meatballs, 15 kids singing along to Jack Johnson, the feel of new socks, getting it, remote car starting action, someone remembering to not put whipped cream on my hot chocolate, computer access, leaving …READ MORE

The one where I say things you already know

Tuesday morning I found myself surrounded by young politicos, as eager as I was to discuss all the political happenings in a country none of us live in. I was subbing and had been invited to visit an old teacher during my prep to listen to his class talk about Super Tuesday. (I suspect he could smell the Wolf Blitzer on me and deduced the dark circles under my eyes were related to late nights watching my love on the telly). The discussion was lively and I have to admit, I learned just as much in that 42 minutes than …READ MORE