Sadly, yes.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
INonPoliticalN - I just finished 90% of my Mother's Day shopping with online donationa dn online giftcard purchase (some was already done), now just need cards and maybe a little something for mac to send his grandma.
I just finished 90% of my Mother's Day shopping with online
Last year, I sent my mom roses, because, let's face it -- she's 62 and has everything she needs (and my stepdad always buys her jewelry, so there's no point in me buying her earrings). She LOVED them. So that's what I'm sticking with.
Though I'm sure we'll have brunch/lunch/some sort of meal on Sunday.
Thanks for the b-day wishes, friends!
Yeah, I am trying to avoid "stuff" gifts as much as possible. Half Price Books giftcard, because she goes there already and keeps a circle of recycling books going on and a charitable doantion. The brother sent flowers. Grandma/GG is getting chocolates, which at 93 is what she gets every holiday from me and mac. If I live to be 93, I fully expect everyone to give me my favorite sweet at every ocassion.
Add my wish to your bday bundle Glamcookie!
I know. Most of me thinks that an Obama/Clinton ticket would be great (although I'd really rather see Obama/Edwards), but that small part of me, the part that was raised on "I Am Woman" and Betty Friedan, thinks that Clinton as VP would be settling, and damn it, I am so sick and fucking tired of seeing brilliant woman *settle,* when they should be running the goddamn joint.
Truly. We are of the same mind. Even on the preferred ticket.
There is so much I'm sick of in American politics...politics in general, beyond its function to sort out the truly, hurtfully crazy who might aspire to leadership...that my heart feels like lead.
Obama's tagline, Change we can believe in, is all I've been asking for in the 25 years that I have been politically active. I'm feeling like that reality is hiding out with my promised, and yet undelivered flying car.
I'm having the family over for brunch for Mother's Day. The workmen are (FINALLY) here, fixing random shit so that there aren't holes in my walls, and the bedroom door closes.
Bah. I just had a long post about how pointless the racism v sexism debate is, and the interbunny ate it.
(Short version: Remember the blogosphere dustup a while back about "Hillary Clinton has never been called a nigger" / "Barack Obama has never been called a cunt"? Why the fuck did anyone think that was an argument they wanted to have? What productive thing did they expect to get out of it???)
Have been told to work on documentation. I think I'd rather quit than rewrite the steaming pile of crapulence that is the existing "manual".
I was a bit cheap this year for Mother's Day - I just have too much going on. I got her two CDs - Best of Elvis Costello and Best of ELO. She's not one to buy music so I think they'll be well-received. I thought about flowers too, but I don't think she'll be around on the actual day.