Recovering from pus

It's kind of ironic that I titled my first post "There's So Much to Say" because I haven't had time to write anything for over two weeks. Maybe I am not cut out to be a blogger. I'm picturing a true blogger as being more like 20 instead of 30 and filling endless hours of not studying with blogging in a coffee shop somewhere on a very hip, trendy campus. I don't know exactly what the profile of a typical blogger is, but there has got to be at least a leather couch or chair involved and I sure as heck don't have one.

Here's the deal. I've been sick. Strep throat. I used to get this as a kid. It knocked me down three times in the 2nd grade alone. The dr. told the parents "one more bout and she'll need to have those tonsils out". Well, I rallied and didn't have another bout that year. The tonsils stayed and I've come pretty close to hacking them out myself in the past 22 years since. Something about my tonsils just screams "infect me". It could be mono or strep or just a nice, tidy virus come to visit the pus that resides permanently on my right tonsil for three or four days, but whatever it is it always goes straight for my throat. And being that I'm now an old lady, the streptococci have decided to revisit their childhood home. They're tired of making it alone in the world, just hanging out there on random computer keyboards and library puzzle pieces. They thought it would be like old times. Someone forgot to tell them that I have a family to feed and clothe. Bastards.

But I'm making peace with them now that they are being destroyed by Zithromax. So let's move on, shall we?

One of the saddest things about being sick this week (I really am moving on... hang with me), was that I was too sick to get out and vote. What kind of lame-o doesn't go and vote in an election as important as this one? Well, I took heart in knowing that at least our IL senate seats weren't up for grabs. If I had lived in Virginia I might have had to take the streptococci out for a field trip to the local Baptist Church/polling place. I did make sure that the husband took the kindergartener out to watch him vote. She was quite excited about it and wanted to know how old she would have to be to vote on her own. I'm thinking of trying the legal system and seeing if maybe she can't just go ahead and vote in the big '08 presidential election. I trust her judgement far more than other more "grown up" people's. And we've already had the talk about how Republicans make bad decisions that we don't agree with. ;)

So, now we are going to watch closely, eh, and see how long it takes for this newly elected Congress to do something. Will George play nicely with them. He certainly acts like he wants to, but then I think we learned a long time ago not to believe him. I had the misfortune of viewing his press conference on Wednesday (again, thanks to the streptococci) and once his prepared remarks were over, the man could hardly put two words together. He literally grunted several times. He makes a mockery of the presidency. And whether or not he is a decent human being or not, he is not smart enough to be our president. It feels like we are witnessing more or less an experiment in government where just any ol' guy is allowed to dress up in a suit and be the boss.

Yet, maybe just maybe these people who have spent millions of dollars for the privelege of governing us will redeem our nation from this nasty mess we are in. Maybe there is a chance for recovery here. Maybe these new Senators and Congressmen and women are the Zithromax that our nation needs to rid us of the terrible pus that has accumulated in Washington. I'd like to think so. But, then, like Streptococci, there is always the chance that they might be back...

There's So Much to Say

Maybe it's because I work in a library and it's quiet here (well, mostly quiet), and I need an outlet for my suppressed chattiness . Or maybe it's because I just like to write. Maybe it's because there's a book over on the shelf here at work called Blogging for Teens and I'm jealous that there's not a Blogging for Thirty Year Old Moms book. (Honestly, why isn't there?? Why do teenagers get all of the attention?)

Whatever the reason, I'm here and nobody can stop me. Nobody can pull me away to wipe their butt or make their pbj...at least not right now!

What am I going to write about? I'm not sure yet. Tune in soon to find out. Those of you who know me best know that I love to write fiction, commentaries on everything from God to really bad presidents, poetry and stuff about mommyhood. Like my mind, this could be all over the place.

So, buckle-up Buttercup. You have just entered Lala Land.