A few housekeeping items and then we’ll get into the real meat of the story.
Number one. I finally put up an about me page up there on the upper right hand corner of the journal. It isn’t very deep… I’d be generous and call it superficial and quaint. But it is there. If there are any juicy tidbits that you think I left out and would like me to add, please let me know. I added the page because when I stumble upon a journal and there is ALL this information and not really a summary of what I would be letting into my brain if I started reading the journal I feel a bit cheated really. So, that was my attempt. For those of you who know me and think you could do better, write it up my little chipmunks and the winner may have their words (and their link) on the about me page. Question: Should I include the links to the other places I write in the about me shit? Or, is that too, “Ooooh, lookit me, people think I am amusing.”
Number two. I have also made a little logo and started a cafepress site. No really, I did. Look over there to the right, no, your other right. And you can get pins and mugs and shirts for your dog and infant that proudly states that you, your infant and your canine are all (indeed) Freak Friendly.
And I keep getting emails and various conversations thrown at me by people in real life and those that I know through the internet, this journal, various sundry places and most all of them are in a heightened state of freak-the-fuck-outted-ness. They are losing their minds about the stock market (Hi Mom! PS, you better not be reading this. I just said Fuck.) and the state of the union and they wonder, “Hey, why aren’t you frothing at the mouth and burying what is left of your 401k in Mason jars out by the county water tower or next to the shed.
I have little interest in the financial aspect of it for a few reasons. And gasp, yes, you may gasp. But come on. My husband works for a freaking bank. He’s got his fingers on the pulse of what is happening, and he tries to shelter me from too much gloom and doom. (I am a sensitive little hot house flower. Shut it.) If the market takes a nose dive and is pulling 6 g’s then my wonderful life partner takes my 401k and metaphorically speaking DOES bury that shit out by the shed. He moves it into a money market account and blah blah blah, whatever.
Another reason that I am not all hopped up on “OH MY GOD! BLACK MONDAY!” or whatever the current drama is, is because previously I have had to grow and/or kill what I have had to serve for dinner (breakfast… lunch, whatever). I have fed three people and a dog on a damn scrambled emu egg and I have survived. So, if I can survive in abject poverty and be miserable with the partner and the situation I was in, I think that my situation has improved dramatically because of who I share my life with. We could live in a van down by the river and I could make it work. You just hide and watch.
As far as politics. I cannot make up my mind to save my life, or yours.
I was sitting there this weekend rifling through the channels on dish and channel 73 popped out. Freaking Obama has his own station. Brilliant. There is a continuous loop showing his family, who his people are, where he comes from and he is really appealing to the everyman. I can’t say that for McCain or Palin. I do not watch the debates (pipe down, you.) I do not take everything I see in journals, online sites or twitter to be the God’s honest truth. I just don’t know.
About four years ago a young woman whom I had lunch with on a pretty regular basis completely severed ties with me because I voted for Bush in the election. Straight party Republican. That was her right and something she felt very strongly about. Me? Not so much.
Mister and I went to dinner with this lovely lady and her husband on Saturday, but according to a previous post she wrote, “Republican Women are Idiots.” We all got along perfectly fine. Love them, absolutely love them, and I don’t think that they would turn their backs on Mister or I if we voted Republican or Democrat… regardless.
I can put in my two cents, I can look at the platforms and try to do what I think is best for my country when it comes time to vote, but seriously y’all. I just don’t know.
So, with that out of the way, I will be skimming through the regular journals I read and skipping over any political and or monetary diatribes. You can’t sway me one way or another. Well, to be more blatant… I have no clue what I want to do with my money and who I want to vote for, so, there’s no use.
I should have totally talked about Jack Shacks instead. Next time, back to the absurdity and base humor of fart jokes, I promise.