Okay, two months is a little long between blogs, since I know many of you have been aching to hear from me. Sorry! I am, really.
I can't blame Facebook, although I do visit there daily to feed my virtual puppy. I get my green-patch plants that my long-lost high school friend sends me daily, and I check out what other people are doing (specifically, if my kids updated their statuses--or is that stati?--today, because if they did, tomorrow's status will read, "grounded from the computer for two weeks"). That's about it. Feel free to send me Flair. And feed my puppy.
I wish I could say I've been too busy writing, but that would be a boldface lie. I am happy to report that my story about the girl with cancer is now 25,000 words long. It's about 3/4 of the way done, and I'm stuck, so I'm blogging tonight. At least I'm writing. But, writing has not been a big enough distraction for me either. (I wish it were!)
Mostly, I've been caught up in politics. And the economy, which these days is the same thing as politics.
I've determined three things:
1. Sarah Palin needs to go back to Alaska and stay there.
2. I'm tired of looking at all of these candidates' faces. They are all politicians, and they are all putting on their happy faces for America. I wish they would all wear masks right about now, because the caked on make-up to cover the wrinkles and the sparkling white teeth that gleem with every smile... it's making me sick.
Let's see... John McCain could wear a Superman mask, because he's going to swoop in and save us all. He did that today, with this Bailout Plan. Oh, that's right, he dropped us. Whoops!
Barack Obama could put on a Ronald McDonald mask because he's so darned agreeable. Doesn't he ever get mad? I want to see him really go for it, get McCain's dander ruffled up. No no, can't do that, but here's another happy meal. Instead, we get to see the lovely Mrs. Palin and her ever perfect hair and smile, and Mrs. Obama who color coordinates with her husband whenever possible. (I shouldn't jest--I do that too, as much as he hates it.) (And try finding out what the Democratic candidate is going to wear every morning before you get dressed! It isn't easy to coordinate with him.) (Just kidding, Honey. You know I prefer to coordinate with you : ).)
They all look so perfect, from crown to cuticle. Just more reminders that you need to start with money to get to that level, money that most of us will never be privileged enough to know.
3. The average American would like to just skip the remaining 36 days and vote tomorrow. It's like watching two very tired, worn-out old farts trying to sprint to the finish line. It's painful to watch. The crazies will vote for the crazy one, and the rest will sit back and hope there is enough sanity left in the country to win the election. Let's suspend the campaigns and VOTE TOMORROW!
I think the closer we get to Election Day, the less political I get. I know who I want. I'm doing what I can to help. No sense arguing, I think. We need to vote. Agreed? Great, let's go vote.
Here's a shout out to my blog-reader Liz--hey Liz! (You could be my only blog reader, Liz!) Great to see you at all of those back-to-school nights this month. Now, if we could just get together for more than five minutes in a hallway? Great. Feel free to join us for Sangria on Friday nights, just don't mind the mess. It's soccer season.
Everyone else, feel free to shout out and let me know you're here and reading, and I'll try to come by and write something amusing more often than every two months. And don't give me any of that Field Of Dreams, "If you write it, they will come..." malarky. I have stat counters, you know.
And if I don't make it back before election day, at least you know where I'll be.
Gobama!
-PLB
