Hey, you.

sunshine day

I’m not going to say much about the elections (you did vote, right? Good.) I can say fairly emphatically that I am sick to death of all the coverage – from the absolute waste of resources that is “attack ads” to every commentator on the news (and probably the Weather Channel, haven’t watched lately) giving their opinion on what will be the outcome. What it means.

If you listen to the rhetoric from one side, any day now the terrorists will over-run our country and we’ll all be forced to worship Allah, plus have higher taxes. If you listen to the idiots from the other side, our soldiers will stop stirring up civil war in the middle east and be home by Christmas, plus we’ll have 100% employment and national health care.

If history is our guide, a whole lot of nothing will happen. Then, nothing will continue to happen. We’ll hear squabbling and “he said / she said” and finger pointing and the mess will just stay a mess. I’m sure re-election campaigns will be started by this weekend for those just elected, and “kick the bum out of office” campaigns will start even sooner for those that lost last night. What a waste.

Gee, bear, optimistic much?

I hope things improve. I hope Americans regain their common sense and we begin to lead the world instead of trying to tear it apart and rebuild it to suit our whims. We have a great fucking country, and certainly we can find better things to do than bomb the crap out of people so they feel inclined to become a democracy. And don’t even get me started on all the anti-homosexual bullshit here at home.

rock-a-bye your bear

I think, in fact I hope, it may be the wine talking here.

But that blonde dancer on the Wiggles is starting to look a little… hot.

toot-toot, chugga-chugga…

update: (it’s been a couple hours). It is the wine, because now? Anthony is starting to look pretty good. God help me.

Still counting

This morning, after my run, I climbed back into bed and snuggled up next to my wife.

She did not say “oh, you smell.” I think I married her for that. In fact, she snuggled back. It was warm and toasty and she whispered that she was not going to take the dogs for a walk, which meant we had forty five minutes until we had to get up…

thirty four seconds later, a small person wandered in through the dark, grabbing some prime bed real estate on the opposite side of my wife. Less than a minute later, another appeared, realized that the mommy side of the bed was crowded, and went around to climb up on my side. She then elbowed me in the crotch to get me to make room, and settled between my wife and I.

A dog, sensing that it wasn’t going to get it’s walk, came into the room panting, frantically trying to find a landing zone. When you bring a 100 pound beast into a bed already occupied by multiple humans, it takes a delicate touch.

She doesn’t have one.

Soon after, another dog appeared, instantly launching itself into the middle. Luckily, the cat had gone out.

My son sits up and practices his reading skills on the clock: “Six. Oh. Nine.” He lays back down, and announces it’s time for a Mommy Party. Well, that’s what I thought, too, before all the gate crashers arrived…

I used to be so down and out
I used to be so blue
Now the only thing I talk about
The only thing I do
Is spin around like a school kid
Just off the merry-go-round
I’m dizzy but it’s cause I’m headed
To the one good thing I’ve found

One thing as good as gold
I’m nothing without you to hold
One thing I know in this world
Is I need you to be my girl

I got so good at hiding
I couldn’t find myself
But baby you got me smiling
And feeling like someone else
Yeah you changed my makeup
I ain’t the same sad clown
Ever since you showed up
Hey this ain’t the same sad town

One thing as good as gold
I’m nothing without you to hold
One thing I know in this world
Is I need you to be my girl

Be my girl
You’re the one thing

— Jack Ingram