Opinionated

I really like Obama. Here's the thing: I want a president who is intelligent and thoughtful. To me that is far more important than what kind of experience he has or doesn't have or even what his specific plans and ideas are. I want to be confident in him as a person, to trust that he will seek out the information and advice he needs, weigh it carefully, and make smart decisions. I believe Obama will do that.

I'm impressed that McCain chose Sarah Palin as his running mate, even if is all calculated to win him votes (and I don't disagree that the Democrats did the same). I wonder if he'll win over some undecided women or former Hillary supporters by doing so. But he might also lose some hard-core Republicans.

And also, for the record, I am really over Jennifer Lopez spouting off about training for a triathlon "because she wants her babies to be proud of her." AS IF.

Agree/disagree/opine on your own in the comments ...

ETA Sunday 8/31: The more I think/read about Sarah Palin, the more I feel like Tree does.

It's just a jump to the left

And then a step to the right. I'm back from Flashback Weekend and my head is still spinning. Besides the fact that visiting my in-laws is already a step into an alternate, back-in-time universe, I also went to my 20th high school reunion. I. know.

In the car on the way there, I stumbled onto every Greatest Hits of the 80s station there was. Scan ... "California Girls" (David Lee Roth version) .... scan ... "Manic Monday" ... scan ... "And We Danced" (Hooters, baby).

I ate one meal that consisted entirely of frozen yogurt (just like my entire 8th grade year) and another one made up of Pop Tarts (just like ... never, my mom refused to buy those).

I stayed in a king jacuzzi "suite" in a roadside motel. Skee-zay. The jacuzzi was in the corner of the (one) room, two feet from the bed.

Mostly I just tried to wrap my mind around the way things change. The way that huge subdivisions sprout up in my once-tiny hometown, seemingly overnight. The way that our old Roy's is now a souvenir shop. The way that the convenience store I once rode my bike to looks so seedy I'd never let my kids in.

And yet all the people are exactly the same. They look the same, sound the same, hang out with the same clique they did 20 years ago. One woman I swear I never spoke to in four years of school gave me a big hug, called me by name, said how happy she was to see me. What is that about?

You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under sedation
Let's do the Time Warp again!

Speaking of obnoxious

It's me, deciding to do a random-things meme by telling you about things that have annoyed me in the past few days! And cheating on the number of things too!

The woman driving her huge SUV slowly alongside her daughter, who was riding a bike on the sidewalk.

The boss's boss who called all the content on my site (at work) "meaningless bullsh!t." Yeah. The content that I'm 90% responsible for and have spent the past 7 and a half years creating.

The alumni magazine which reported: "He owns a credit-card processing company and she sits back and enjoys the luck of her birth."

The 8-year-old who informed me: "I am the smartest one in my class. And the best athlete" and then proceeded to list all of his many stunning accomplishments for 10 solid minutes.

The TV commercial which gave the world the song "Walk of No Shame." Actually, I include that because it's obnoxiously funny, not actually obnoxious.

Thanks for the tag, Mandy! If you've got something to get off your chest, well, consider yourself tagged too.

Happy birthday Barbie

In honor of Barbie's birthday today, I am reposting my favorite Barbie picture ever and relinking the story that goes with it. Cheers!