Happy Election Day

It all started two years ago. Temperatures were below freezing and yet Bridge Man and I trekked our way through thousands of people to see this:

I am proud to be able to tell my great great grandchildren that I was there the very first time Obama announced his candidacy for president. I WAS THERE! Yes, it took my toes over an hour to thaw from standing outside on that February day in Illinois, but it was oh, SO worth it.
And now we have come full circle, dudes and dudettes. It's election day, and guess what I did.

I got a hair cut! Oh, yeah, and I voted. How fabulous is that?

Go out and do your American duties people. Al the cool kids are doing it.

To Vet or Not to Vet

I know, how crappy of me to stay away for so long and show back up out of the blue with nothing but a video. But.... come on, I'm trying. And how fun is a video all political and such. Enjoy.

Curiouser and Couriouser

I must admit I've been sucked into the vortex that is this political campaign, the ever controversial "Race for the White House". Last night I passed up the option of school, you know, that thing that will hopefully make me a living one day, to watch the debate. I missed the first one because of school and couldn't bear the idea of missing all three. Was it worth it? Well, there was much to be desired but I'm glad I trudged through.

As I've stated before I wouldn't have the passion for politics if it weren't for Bridge Man. The boy is passionate about his politics. Check out this letter he e-mailed to senator McCain just this last week.

"John McCain: Your recent attacks toward Barack Obama claiming he "pals around with terrorist" are completely untrue and you know it. Over the last 2 years you have become a George W. Bush and Karl Rove style politician. You are spewing the same kind of garbage that was spewed about you by those two despicable people in the 2000 campaign. I used to have respect for you because you were one of the few politicians who actually treated those with whom you disagreed respectfully. If you weren't such a sellout you could have easily won this election. Because of your dishonorable and unpatriotic behavior reminiscent of Bush and Rove you have lost all of my respect and I find you to be not only a disgraceful senator but a disgraceful human being. Your choice of Sarah Palin is also disgraceful simply for the reason that it is well known your first choice was Joe Leiberman and because the "base" didn't approve of a democrat, God forbid, you went with a choice to please their irrationalizations instead of a choice that was based on the question "who is best for the country?". You have disgraced yourself and become someone other than the person for whom I once had respect. You will lose this election and our country will benefit greatly."

What can I say, when I'm not there to supervise his political intake, he gets mad and foams at the mouth.

I've been trying to think about each candidate with an open mind although sometimes I feel as if my opinion is already made. At our house, we spend a lot of time watching MSNBC, CNN, and on Sunday mornings, Meet the Press. And with my open mind, I can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe (dare I say it?) the news is biased. There are certain stations that are blatantly right wing and some that are blatantly left. And the idea that the news I watch does more than simply inform makes my eye twitch.

I know that I could simply choose to watch a different station but the fact is, no matter how curious I am, there are only a few programs I can stand to watch. So my question to you is, where do you get your news? Do you tend to watch/read news based on your preferred candidate? Maybe I should forgo news, stick to a simple list of the issues, and vote for the candidate I agree with most. Maybe that's the key.

Fabulous & Funny

The fabulous...

Are you sick of hearing about the wedding yet? Well, I won't talk about it anymore but I have to share that some of the professional photos have been posted on the photogs blog. Just click on our names at the side to see more. The very first one of Bridge Man is my favorite. I could stare at that picture all day. Boy do I have one handsome husband.

And the funny...

Since I tend to stay about one second behind the curve, you may have already seen this viral video. After I watched it for the 24th time and laughed for the 24th time I had to share. It's so tragically funny, an ideal combination for perfect humor.

Math with Bridge Man

It began as an ordinary trip to T@rget to pick up some toilet paper.


Think about how much money goes down the toilet. Literally down the toilet.

If this pack of TP costs 12 bucks and we buy one pack per month thats $144 per year.

Yeah, but how much do we spend in a lifetime?

OK, let's say you live to be 72. The first 20 years or so someone else was buying your toilet paper so we'll say you buy 50 years worth. That is... (thinking, thinking) $7,200 spent to wipe your butt over a lifetime.

Think how much money you would save if you would simply use your hand.

Props

If you've been reading the ramblings I ever-so eloquently plop onto this site you may remember that I like to design/create my own jewelry. And if you know me personally you may have already received a one of a kind piece as a gift from me. My inspiration for this hobby started in a small, privately owned shop that I was introduced to by my new sister-in-law. She continues to inspire and wow me with her innovation and the beauty in the pieces she creates. While working on her second bachelors degree and working a steady job, she has managed to start a small, online business of her own called Metal Poesy to display and sell her beautiful work. Some of my favorite pieces include her Polaroid emulsions like this piece titled The Church.



Now that I've piqued your interest feel free to peruse her website and pass it along to someone you know who appreciates unique, one-of-a-kind jewelry.

I said what to who now?

We've all seen Animal House, yes? If you haven't, please take this time to crawl out of your hole in the ground and visit your local video store. Warning, milk will shoot out your nose. Even if you're not drinking milk, it's inevitable. (Moving on...) A lot of us have had "those nights," you know, the ones we cannot remember no matter how hard we rack our brains. Exactly how many lemon drops did I consume? Who sent all of those text messages from my phone that read, "Im os drnk" or "I lobe u man."? (What is it in those alcoholic beverages that makes everyone so loving?) It has to be such an awful feeling to wake up in the morning and not remember the last 15 hours of your life.


I'm not much of a drinker. Two cocktails will make my face all red and I'm done for the night. The closest I've ever come to the stereotypical, drunken blackout was the morning after my friend's bachelorette party last summer. I woke up after a night of two amaretto stone sours (See, two drinks = my limit.) and felt movement from the other side of the bed. Considering that Bridge Man was in a bed three hours away from the one I woke up in, I panicked and tried to remember what I had done the night before. I could remember everything; we went to a minor league baseball game, headed to a friend's apartment for some gift giving and cake, then headed out to the local bars to consume my two drinks, and went to bed. In my panicked state I laid there for what seemed like hours. I was freaked out that I might roll over and see a stranger looking right at me. After reliving the night in my head I mustered up the courage to turn my head to see what random stranger lay in the bed next to me.



It was Moon Beam. The feeling of relief at that moment was so relieving, I was lucky to keep from peeing my pants.





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Bridge Man (how do you like that segue?) is sleeping on the couch across the room right now. We have settled in this ritualistic way of going to bed every night. Bridge Man falls asleep after watching Seinfeld reruns and an always compelling hour of Countdown. I, on the other hand, spend the evening on the Internet returning emails and reading my ever growing blog roll before I flip the television to an episode of Scrubs and fall asleep. We're barely newlyweds, people. Yet we spend every night like an old married couple. My favorite is when the B-Man falls asleep in the same position in which he was watching TV. His head will slowly fall down, pop back up, and then he looses all control; his head will fall so quickly it wakes him from his slumber. He will look around confused and unsure of what took place. This goes on until about 3am, when he'll wake up and decide that it's probably time for us to finally go to bed.



Fast forward to the following morning. B-Man gets up before I do to get ready for work. I'll lay there is bed and try my hardest to remember how I got there in the first place. For those loyal readers out there you'll remember how insane I get when my sleep is disturbed. Sleep is a drug for me. Once I move into REM sleep there's no turning back and I black out. You can "wake" me, have full conversations, dance the meringue and I don't remember a wink. I slept through tornadoes that wiped down homes and buildings around me. (Seriously.) I slept through the earth quakes that shook the Midwest this last Spring. And I have to set two bloody alarm clocks each night to insure that I wake up for work each morning. I'm not exaggerating, people. Is this a survival method? Do my ancestors include bears and lady bugs? (Do you know that lady bugs hibernate? That's a fun little fact for you.)

As I reread my last few statements I realize that it's time for bed. Once I begin contemplating the existance of a cross between a bear and a lady bug my mind is offically shot for the day.