i love keith olbermann so hard.


i do not like sarah palin.

Next Tuesday, I will vote for Barack Obama for the President of the United States of America.

I know a lot of people that won’t. I’m related to a few of them, and others I’ve been friends with for many years. I respect these people and love them for who they are; however, I cannot support their decision to vote for John McCain and Sarah Palin.

It isn’t even John McCain that I am largely opposed to. I am opposed to the idea of him running the country, but my aversion to Sarah Palin is far stronger and far more warranted. Here is why:

Clever, I’ll give them that much. Or it would be, if this presidential race was a fucking joke.

This sticker, to me, sums up everything wrong with the choice of Sarah Palin as a vice-presidential candidate. Which is handy for me, because there are so many things wrong that I need a summation or else I’d be typing this post all day.

This sticker represents utter shallowness. It represents people who encourage voting for a woman who can’t answer a question with a coherent answer (so much for “straight talk”), a woman who equates science with magic, a woman who doesn’t even understand what the Vice-President’s job consists of. I do not understand the people who think this is okay. I see the strategy in choosing her as a running-mate, it works two ways: 1) she’d pull votes from women and 2) her tacit “hotness” is fantastic bait.

The conjecture goes like this: former Hillary supporters and other, mainly Republican, women will vote for her because she’s a woman. She’s a beauty queen in a political office, she’s a mom, she’s a wife, she’s a snazzy dresser, she’s got Christian values, and darn it all, if she isn’t just somebody you’d want to be shopping buddies with.  Men will vote for her because she’s someone they’d like to see naked.

None of these target demographics (yes, she’s a product that’s being sold) will vote for her because she’s intelligent or because she’s an eloquent speaker. She is the perfect accesory for the stiff old white guy, who isn’t very appealling on his own.

Quite simply, Sarah Palin is a ditz. And I don’t respect that in women who aren’t running for one of the most important official positions in our country. Her stupidity is offensive. Her wholesome and folksy ways certainly have their place somewhere in the world, but that place is not Washington, District of Columbia.


I am going to grow my hair out.

I am going to start wearing fancy earrings.

I am going to start paying my bills on time.

I am going to put my online portfolio together.


With which of these will I follow through?


with your feet in the air and your head on the ground.

I’m sad that October is coming to a close. My favorite time of year, and it seems to go by so quickly. As Scotty says, “Fall is my favorite two weeks of the year.”

It’s been a beautiful one, though. I’ve gone to the farmer’s market nearly every weekend, wrapping Malcolm in the moby wrap and taking him out to enjoy the fall sunshine. Cean and I went yesterday, for pears, apples, and a loaf of sourdough bread. The farmer’s market makes me happy that I live in Bloomington.

I’ve finally gotten back into cooking mode, too. I’ve discovered the joy of cooking with squash and kale, and I don’t think I could live without tarragon. My parents came over tonight to carve pumpkins with the girls, and I’m toasting the seeds right now.

I watched this documentary, Small Town Gay Bar, today. It was beautifully done and incredibly poignant. Highly recommend it.

Election Day is eight days away, and I’m filled alternately with excitement and dread. What if? But what if?

It’s taken about three months, but I’m finally getting used to and comfortable in our “new” house.

I need to lose about fifteen pounds. I’ll be happy with myself then.



Sarah Palin is just a political disaster. The thought of her potentially running this country makes me simply want to vomit.


the one in which i come back.

I’ve not posted in over a month. I won’t be apologetic about it; I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my vacation from blogging.

Malcolm is wonderful. He is growing and changing every day. He’s a beautiful, healthy, and happy baby, and he’s incredibly easy. All of these things sound so cliche and I feel a little redundant each time I say it, but it’s true. I don’t know if it’s because my first boy or if it’s because he’s not my first child, but this time is much easier. I spent a good deal of time feeling overwhelmed and emotional, though. I had a few breakdowns but I’m getting back to myself again. Well, a new version of myself.

Here’s what’s been going on:

  • I turned 25. I’m a quarter of a century old.
  • Scott and I celebrated our 2nd wedding anniversary. We went to dinner at Jazz at the Station and then had drinks at the Irish Lion. It was our first night out without kids or me being pregnant in almost a year. It was definitely needed and wonderful to get out with my fella.
  • Kya lost her first tooth!
  • Cean started soccer – she’s a little footie badass.
  • Malcolm started smiling and laughing, and nothing brings our entire family more joy. Four people gathered around one farting, smiling baby? Priceless.
  • I went back to work. That’s been kind of crazy. I’m getting back into it, as much as I can.

I’m sure I’m probably missing a million things, but whatever.

All right, that’s enough of one day off spent on my blog.

I’ll be back with more frequency.