Okay so; my head is spinning with like, 500 things going on right now. Most current, Barack Obama took Virginia in the Primary Elections today…that totally rocks. I voted for him this morning before work. Briefly sharing my rationale:
Why no to everyone else: As much as I like McCain's story, he's too pro-war; Hillary is objectionable because she is responsible for the whole HMO system that sucks, but I do miss Bill. Huckabee...I mean seriously..."President Huckabee"??? No.
Why yes to Obama: I watched Michelle Obama's UCLA speech on C-SPAN and I was hooked. Aside from having Caroline Kennedy, Oprah, Stevie Wonder and Maria Shriver in her corner, Michelle Obama was a great speaker and very admirable. I want her to be my First Lady, period
Other than that, ideas continue to grow and fly at work and it's really exciting to be a part of this process, plus my picture was in both the Sunday Beacon and this week's issue of Portfolio in The Eye section…I am totally stoked about that! Samaritan House benefited from the VOW Bride Show, so it's not like it's all about me or anything…but STILL.
The big event for Samaritan House is "Chow! Hampton Roads" (going for the "local food" angle with a local charity), and we're working with Patrick Evans-Hylton of Hampton Roads Magazine who is so. much. fun.
My children are less crazy and much less virally ill than they have been for the past couple of weeks (as am I), so that makes my life about 85% easier. I've even cooked enough well received food to have quality leftovers for the week...yay time management.
My friend Dana is starting a business and I am tasked with creating a tag line for the company. I've mostly come up with it…on the right track anyway. Minutes away from brilliance.
Apropos of nothing: I really want a sticker for my car that says, "Well behaved women rarely make history." I saw one a couple of months ago on someone else's car and it struck a chord.
So, other than being personally adrift, life is good. Sigh.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Slightly Schizophrenic
See, I have these moments when I think, "I will never get married again" and these other moments when I daydream of "that guy."
Maybe if I do meet "that guy," I'll have the sense not to get married and maybe if I do get married, I'll have the sense not to pick a jackass like a did before. What's real?
I had a moment today when my brother-in-law was helping install a new chandelier for the dining room. I might have chosen it to be too high, but it's only because I kept hitting my head on the old one. I'm 5'3"...I should not hit my head on any chandelier in any context, that was my reasoning. He said, "You don't want the boys to hit their heads on it either." I didn't say it out loud, but I thought, "We won't be in this house long enough for them to grow tall enough to hit their heads on it anyway." But really, why wouldn't we be?
The only way we're moving is if we have something else to go to. Right now and in the foreseeable future, we don't. I don't understand why I would have such a gut reaction to that statement unless there's something more out there for me.
Just like at the wedding show last weekend, I was there in a totally professional capacity and I told my boss how weird it was because of how much I hate weddings. At the very same time I was secretly admiring the dresses, flowers and honeymoons on display. It was a slightly schizophrenic feeling and it made me think...maybe. Grr.
Although it is certainly in hiding, apparently all hope is not lost. And what the hell do I do with that?!
Maybe if I do meet "that guy," I'll have the sense not to get married and maybe if I do get married, I'll have the sense not to pick a jackass like a did before. What's real?
I had a moment today when my brother-in-law was helping install a new chandelier for the dining room. I might have chosen it to be too high, but it's only because I kept hitting my head on the old one. I'm 5'3"...I should not hit my head on any chandelier in any context, that was my reasoning. He said, "You don't want the boys to hit their heads on it either." I didn't say it out loud, but I thought, "We won't be in this house long enough for them to grow tall enough to hit their heads on it anyway." But really, why wouldn't we be?
The only way we're moving is if we have something else to go to. Right now and in the foreseeable future, we don't. I don't understand why I would have such a gut reaction to that statement unless there's something more out there for me.
Just like at the wedding show last weekend, I was there in a totally professional capacity and I told my boss how weird it was because of how much I hate weddings. At the very same time I was secretly admiring the dresses, flowers and honeymoons on display. It was a slightly schizophrenic feeling and it made me think...maybe. Grr.
Although it is certainly in hiding, apparently all hope is not lost. And what the hell do I do with that?!
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