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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Oink, Oink.

Published by cck at 4:16 AM

I'm sure the term "repiggies" is not unique to Florida, but I just love it. It's so descriptive. I do struggle with loving the man and not the Republican. Politics is much more than a registration card to me - it's just part of who I am.

Where is this going, you ask? You've heard this all before? Yes, yes, I know. I'm a D, he's an R, we're just like Carville/Matlin (save for the public careers and book deals). K. has invited me to a fundraiser for a Republican candidate. This is the first R event he has ever invited to me.

As I freaked out, I received some really good advice: I'm Southern, I'm a woman, I can blend. Other good advice: wear a cute sundress, cute sandals and big jewelry. I can do that. I've got a couple of options on the sundress... And yes, I'm sure I do have something in my closet that would suffice, but where's the fun in that? Not to mention, I'm thinking I can repurpose for the wedding in RI in a few weeks. So, what do you think:

J. Jill



Online window shopping at its best. I'm ordering by noon on Thursday, leaning towards the yellow and brown Talbots dress. Wish me luck Saturday night. If I start blogging on Sunday about "Government Motors" or how I think Jim DeMint might have the right idea about Rubio, shoot me. With a real gun.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Published by cck at 3:34 PM

Oh, and Katie Cali asked me to finish up my impressions of Inauguration - which was like, so six months ago.

I watched at my desk, cried when it happened (cringed when the whole swearing in thing didn't go as planned). I think the biggest difference has been in the past six months.

I'm not scared to turn on my news. Which, in some way is a bad thing - I mean, I feel much more confident in current leadership. I'm almost not as wary. Perhaps I should be. I hate when I hear people talk about Obama like he's not our president. As if he's just some guy - and not the leader of the Free World.

I like that he's making friends - and I like that they're not all Western European. I think there's been a learning curve - duh. The bow to the Saudis: stupid. The gift to the Queen: pathetic. But overall - comparing those slip ups to the massive inadequacies of current Republican leadership doesn't work for me.

It's still early. I'm still excited. And I haven't removed my Obama bumper sticker.


Published by cck at 3:27 PM

Y'all, it's summer. Like 90-something-degrees-before-noon-summer. And it's just plain old wonderful.

Perhaps because I fell in love my husband during one hot rushed summer, it's sort of a favorite around here. It could be the heat. I remember a class I had in college that tried to dispel the myth of the lazy southerner. Apparently, because it's so hot folks just slowed down. It wasn't lazy, it was survival.

We've got big plans this summer - a week at Disney for a conference, travel to NYC in July (and OMG, we're going to Central Park to hear the Philharmonic and I cannot stand how romantic that sounds), and at some point some beach time. I've been on accutane (oh the joys of a second round) since November of last year and I am ready for some aging and damaging UV rays.

And, the biggie - we got a recliner couch. Not exactly my style but man-oh-man, K. is so excited. It finally came in Saturday and we haven't moved that far from it. It's lovely. I feel bad I ever disparaged it.

Blah, blah, blah.

Published by cck at 3:23 PM

Color me crazy, but I just haven't gotten around to blogging. Not that I don't think about it. I do. I mean, really. But then I get busy doing other things and I forget them. I sit down to write and all I really want to talk about is my parents - and Lord knows where that will get us.

(More calls from them telling me they'll sue for defamation - or libel - I can't really remember. I've never heard from their attorney though, so maybe I should just forget the threat(s)?)

Sometimes, even when you know something it's hard to believe it.