Check this sweet action out!!
Bianca got me this awesome Domo magnet, which I am sticking right under my monitor (until I find someplace better). We’ll see how long I last before taking him home and placing him on my fridge; I have a penchant for wacky magnets.
Best Friday ever!
Please can I come too?
Well, it is for me anyway. Joey and I are going to go vote early in about ten minutes.
I heart politics!!
I think they’re fascinating, they make me think (hard), and it’s a very interesting way to study group think and media glutting. As an illustration, but by no means an endorsement of one candidate over another, how many people have you heard people being interviewed say that John McCain’s policies are the same as Bush’s policies in 2000? If I’ve heard an interview like that once, I’ve heard it a dozen times. But when you think about it, can you even remember Bush’s policies from 2000? I didn’t think so; I don’t either. I believe we can all say “Thank you, Media, for putting words in our mouths” for that one.
Joey and I have gone around and around trying to figure out who to vote for. We started out with one candidate, then we switched, then we switched back, etc. I can’t even remember how many times we flip-flopped, but we make those Washington Insiders (see? Media influence!) look like they never change their minds.
I even had a hard time sleeping last night trying to decide.
But I’ve made up my mind (I think) and I’m going to go fill in my little bubble sheet like a good American citizen.
I figured this is as good a time as any for a straw poll – who are you voting for? (Don’t worry, these polls completely anonymous. There’s no way for me to tell who selects which option!)
As we drove down Live Oak this morning, me riding shotgun and half doubled over since my Extra Strength Tylenol still hadn’t kicked in, I said, feebly, “Oh look. There’s a short bus. That’s two in one morning!”
“Yep.” Joey said, navigating through the slow traffic part of Live Oak where there’s flashing lights declaring it’s a School Zone…and yet there is no school anywhere in sight. (That’s one of life’s great mysteries, one I ponder almost every morning.)
“I think Dallas has more short busses than any other town. Or at least we just see more of them.”
Joey thought this was equally as unprofound as my earlier statement and said nothing.
“I used to ride the short bus when I was in elementary school,” I offered, attempting to sit up straight. (I almost didn’t get out of bed this morning because I thought I might die if I did, but I decided to take life by the horns and give it a shot.)
Joey looked at me. “YOU rode the SHORT BUS?”
“Yes, I did.”
He began laughing at me. “YOU RODE THE SHORT BUS!!” He squawked, completely ignoring the magnanimous amounts of pain I was suffering.
“I did ride the short bus,” I confirmed.
I let him laugh at me for awhile before adding, “It was the only bus my school had.”
I’m not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing to add, because he just laughed harder. I didn’t realize until last year that “riding the short bus” was not considered something to be proud of. But then, my school only had one bus, the aforementioned short bus, which always smelled like rotten PB&J, cheap vinyl, and Dave Starkey’s hair. (His hair had tons of dandruff and when I sat behind him I used to imagine that it was actually snow.)
“At least it was painted white,” I continued, “And I think it was longer than the short busses we’ve seen today, because it felt bigger.”
“You were like seven,” Joey said. “Everything feels bigger when you’re seven.”
I went to this particular private school in 2nd and 3rd grade. I don’t remember who bought the bus, but someone did and drove a route for those of us who lived in the northern suburbs, there were like 20 of us or so. (Does anyone else remember the INCA short bus?) I hated riding that thing. No one picked on me (because no one ever picked on me a day in my entire life, I’m not really sure how that worked out…I was probably a bully or something since I can’t remember getting harassed) but it was the awful smell that bothered me, and the fact that it was always hot on that thing, making the smell worse.
On an unrelated note, it is now nearly 2:00, thus time for another dose of Extra Strength Tylenol. That is currently more important to me than finishing my short bus story, so here’s where I’ll end it. I’m sort of sorry.
Um…bye.
On Saturday morning at 8:35 a.m., I will kick the Dallas dust off my heels (although I intend to be wearing flats) and take off in the sky for Ohio.
“OHIO!? Why you goin’ to Ohio, Jenna?” You ask.
Easy peasy – it’s The Kid’s 20th birthday. (I know, I know, it would be way more awesome if it was his 21st, but there’s nothing I can do about the fact that he’s 6 years younger than me. He always has been and it used to really bother me, but now I think it’s cool.)
So here’s the plan.
I fly out of DFW, panic for 2.5 hours as I’m suspended in the air especially because Joey will not be with me, then I get play college student and hang out with The Kid for almost four straight days. It will be amazing. It will be stupendous. It will be great.
The Kid has great places he’s going to take me.
So…there’s definitely excitement to come. I can’t believe it’s almost time to up and go to Ohio! I’ve been planning this ALL YEAR!
So, I think my Blog Post Creativity Muse is broken currently. I’m pretty sure I know why (I’m an itty bitty bit distracted/stressed out currently) and I’m pretty sure that in a week or so my Creativity Muse will be up and running again.
Until then, though?
You’ll have to bear with my less-frequent-than-normal and less-amusing-than-normal posting, just like everybody else…including me.
(Trust me, I can’t wait for my Creativity Muse to come back either.)
As ashamed as I am of my dog’s behavior, I can’t resist posting this video of him being very naughty and whiny. It was hilarious.
In an odd twist of events, somehow I forgot to put makeup on yesterday. In an even odder twist of events, I didn’t notice my lack of makeup until 4:30 in the afternoon. Every time I had walked past a mirror yesterday I had thought Something is seriously wrong with how I look today… But I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Additionally, I seem to have contracted the creepy stomach ick that seems to be “going around” right now. How fun is that, you ask? A barrel o’ monkeys, that’s what. I was supposed to eat a bananna too, but I couldn’t bring myself to choke it down, so it’s still sitting on my placemat at home, unpeeled and looking like a disgusting, smelly banana.
Maybe I’ll feed it to Henry. He loves bananas.
This morning, even though it was like pulling teeth to get up (I LOVE SLEEPING FOR EVER WHEN IT’S DARK AND COLD OUTSIDE!) I got up, did my hair and made sure I put on extra eyeliner to make up for the lack thereof yesterday.
So here I sit, drinking English Breakfast Tea and trying to gag down oatmeal. Unfortunately I added sugar to my oatmeal, so it’s probably not helping my digestive distress…Mom told me yesterday to avoid sugar. (She always tells me that when I’m sick and I always have trouble complying with her wisdom….sugar is my main food group.)
Here’s hoping the combination of tea, oatmeal and extra eyeliner fixes what ails me. If I seriously have to eat a banana this afternoon, I quit. I’m not sure what I’ll quit, but I will find something and quit it if I have to eat one of those evil things.
(I am of the opinion that bananas are the fruit that Eve ate when she first sinned in the garden.)
