First clue that I am in a grouchy mood...Oscar the Grouch graces this post.
When I woke up this morning, I was all bitchiness and bitterness. I knew there was going to be a blog post about it, so I went out and looked for a picture of the Godfather of Grouch himself, Oscar. I couldn't find one that really showed what a codger he is because in almost every picture he was smiling this huge rubbish-eating grin! That made me even angrier!
Let the bullets fly!
- I am OVER the election already! OVER IT! Not only that, but every single word uttered by Obama, Biden, Clinton (both of them), McCain et all, is dissected like frogs meant for 6th grade science class!
- Contrary to popular belief, Barack Obama is not either JKF or RFK incarnate. He is a man. Whilst he is a man passionate about his beliefs and desires for what direction he feels and would like this country to go in, he is simply that, just a man. What really gets me though is that most of the people making these passionate comparisons to either of the late Kennedy's were not even alive when those men were in office or running for office.
Could McCain possibly draw out his VP pick any longer?I posted this wee minutes before he announced that he had chosen Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin to run with him as his Veep.
- Don't read the above as a nod in the direction of one candidate or the other. The simple fact is, I haven't reconciled my decision in my own mind yet, which is yet another burr in my butt! I have no clue who I am voting for, and if and when I do come to a decision, the blog is the LAST place I'm going to announce it.
- The Little Imp is about to make me completely nuts. She has issues with hair, drips of food getting on her chin or fingers, and again with the hair. If she has a stray hair on her body somewhere she has a fit until someone removes it for her. God forbid she gets a hair in her mouth! The entire world stops and she wails at the top of her lungs for someone to reach in there and take it out.
- Again with the Little Imp...she's been such a pill lately. If things are not done precisely the way she expects them to be done and in the time frame she deems reasonable, all hell breaks loose. Diva anyone? Point in case; she has been begging to get into Casey's crate to play with him. Casey is extremely gentle around her and I don't worry about her safety with him in there, especially because I'm right there the entire time. So today I acquiesced to her request and she looked me dead in the eye and said, "Mummy, I'm getting in to play wiff Casey and you can't not come in. I get out when I want to!"
- Meg leaves for college tomorrow. TOMORROW! As in the day after TODAY! We have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn just to get there in time. Is she packed yet? No! Is she close to being packed? Again, NO! And where is Meg right now? Spending the night at the spare Megan's house, who I would imagine is also not packed. Add to that the fact that both girls (both Meg's are attending the same small private college) are rooming together and their dorm room is the size of a jail cell, and that's being generous. The amount of shit they are taking could fill a small moving truck. Did I mention how small their dorm room is? Yeah, good luck getting all that crap in there.
- Don't even get me started on all the emotions of sending my little girl off to college. I'm NOT OLD ENOUGH to have a COLLEGE STUDENT!
- I am PMS'ing hardcore! Or wasn't that already apparent?
- Screw number 4 and all the drama surrounding the election! I'm going with the "write in" option. Oscar the Grouch is my man!
- With my luck. Oscar will probably pick that wimp, Ernie, as his running mate.
