I love Obama.

Ok, I don’t.  And I’m not going to talk about politics, cause no one ever agrees with me.  That said…

I just wanted to remark about how gracious I think Hillary Clinton is being with all of this Obama stuff.  I was watching the replay of the Democratic National Convention when New York’s delegates were all pledged to Obama by Senator Clinton.  She made me believe that she’s been pulling for him for years.

I can’t even begin to imagine how hard that must be for her— I know what it’s like for someone to get the promotion that I had worked for- and I felt I deserved.  It causes resentment and anger and a whole host of other emotions that I’ve liked to forget.  My little life and job were so insignificant— this is the PRESIDENCY.  The most important job that one could probably ever have.  I’m not saying that I’d vote for her.  I’m a registered republican.  Lol.

Gimme’ that Old Time Religion!

Wow, our 10:45 AM service is DEAD. 

9:15 is high-energy critical-mass wonderfulness.

10:45 is an IDENTICAL service, but it’s like… *YAWN*  Is it really the old people? 

Geesh.

I had a dream…

Last night, and it was weeeeiiird…  I was at my grandmother’s house in LA, which is something I dream about often, as a lot of my childhood was spent there.  Here’s the weird part:  There was this tiny little lady there, who was supposedly my dad’s grandmother, so my great-grandmother on his side.  Well, we are all, morbidly, kinda waiting around for her to die, which somehow we know is inevitable.  Well, suddenly we’re on the floor at the high school gymnasium and she’s not breathing, yet she’s still moving and trying to off herself by doing karate on herself.  Well, she kicks the proverbial “bucket” and then somehow I go to work preparing her body… On an industrial-size baking sheet with pretty gold leaf ornate wrapping paper.  Somehow she’s suddenly only 18 inches tall? 

Then, thank goodness, the alarm started going off.

It’s like that episode of the Cosby show when Cliff eats the sandwich right before bed and then he has crazy dreams about it.  Except I didn’t even eat anything… lol.

This Guy’s A Riot.

How awesome my job can be sometimes. 

Storm Damage.

So, I was injured today in Tropical Storm Fay.  I was trying to pull up the NOAA website this afternoon on my phone (while walking outside, in the sunshine) and I stubbed my toe.  That is all.  

What an uneventful day!

I watched the news just now.

Here’s what they said.

Tropical Storm Fay.
Michael Phelps. 
Tropical Storm Fay.
Tropical Storm Fay.
Tropical Storm Fay.
Michael Phelps.

Annoying.

Tropical Update!

Oh how it gets better!  The good news is that if they say it will go right over us, chances are that they are wrong!  We wait!

Pour me something tall and strong.

Make it a hurricane, before I go insane!

Well, we’re gearing up for Tropical Storm (soon to be hurricane) Fay.  I’m a little worried cause it’s the first time I’ve had my own place (and lots of stuff) since we had a Hurricane come through.  It’s a great thing, though, that we are some of the lucky ones that are able to have a renters insurance policy that covers all hurricane-related stuff.  Just hoping for no floods!  Although, we’re at the top of one of the tallest hills in Florida, we should have no problem.  If so, everyone in a 50 square mile radius will be under water, so we don’t really need to worry.  

Break out the plywood!

Great Friends!

My friends are great… and competitive!  It tickles me pink that we can get so abrasive and rude while playing cards (Phase 10, if you’re a fan.)  and go from “hating each other” one second, to being allies (to beat Rachel) the next.  Makes me laugh!

Yay for Phase 10!

Say Cheeeeese!

Ok, so tonight I lost my “Cheesecake Virginity.”  (Thanks Chris.)  No, it was the first time that I’d ever eaten at The Cheesecake Factory, and my oh my… It was terrrrrrific.  The Louisiana Chicken Pasta… AMAZING!  So, if you’ve never ever eaten there… Save up your pennies and GO!  Yum!