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In case you didn’t know, I love politics.  It’s a snarky underhanded business, but I love the push and pull of elections.  I especially love that time every four years when we have a presidential election.  I really really love how this time around it’s going to be a real race; new candidates, fresh ideas.  It’s great. 

I live in one of those red states so politics usually doesn’t play a big roll here but it is truly exciting to have a say so in what is going on.  There is so much focus on the Texas primary and it sends chills up my spine.  Just last week, former President Bill Clinton was here to stump for his wife.  BILL Clinton came to my lil ole oil town.  It was great, but I must say, not that many people were there to see him speak.  Today, Barak Obama is here to speak.  This is a huge deal to me and my community.  (Yes, I refer to my community as small, but it’s not.  This part of Texas is usually overshadowed because Houston is less than an hour away, but it’s a good size.) 

The point is, I’m glad that people are taking an active role in decision making.  I voted in my first primary election this past week (I early voted) and there was a line.  People actually wanted to go to the caucus next Tuesday.  People are having rallies to support their candidates.  This my friends is what America is all about.  People letting their voice be heard in a clear and responsible way and exercising their rights as United States citizens by taking part in the process.  People are recognizing they have power…

And power is everything!

Since the fiance has departed I’ve learned I don’t really have much to do.  He is my best friend and I really don’t have any friends here.  I’ve fallen back into my old ways…lots of television, lots of movies, lots of books.  I’ve also fallen into a couch potato rutt…after the gym.

Yesterday I sat on the couch after spending all day Saturday in the gym…eating a weird assortment of food.  I think it made me sick.  I had potatoes, chicken, stove stop, peanut butter, chocolate caramel, more peanut butter, ice cream shake, chips. And after I realized that I had only eaten a bunch of crap during the day, I went out and got a salad.  The salad was good; the other crap I had was nasty.  I was like a hog yesterday.

My concern is that I’m doing this because he’s away and I really don’t want it to be that way.  He’s going to be gone for eight weeks…I’m going to be a huge hog and have a messed up gastric problems by the time he returns.  I really have to get out of this.  It’s not like I’m not going to the gym but I’m still vegging out.  Sunday is my lazy day anyway, but yesterday was ridiculous.

The ironic thing is…by the time I went to sleep I thought I was going throw up.  I didn’t, but my dog did.

The fiance had to go out of town for work…for two months.  He’s almost 10 hours aways…been gone a little less than that and I’ve come to learn that all those things he did around the house…I miss.  Just knowing that he won’t be coming home tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that, makes me sad.  It makes me realize that I’ve come to depend on him more than what I thought.

I feel safe when he is around and I tend not to worry about things. Now I’m constantly making sure the door is locked and turning the alarm on every time I walk in the house.  I just spent the last few hours getting his MacBook together so that we can iChat.  (Which I must say is an amazing thing because he’s the only other person I know who has a Mac.  So yes, I might miss him but a lil bit of that might be the excitcment of actually being able to do those “cool” Mac things with someone else.)  The computer came not too long after he left, so I will have to send it to him.  He’s going to love it.

Two months is a really long time, but he’s gaining the experience and getting his foot in the door which is a big deal.  Where he is en route to right now is the refinery that had the explosion this week.  I just want him to be safe because I love him so very much.  In two months…all the wedding plans will just about be made.  In two months, I’m going to be extremely horny, might I add.  In two months, I will be so very glad to see him.

He said it would go by fast, so why is the time going by so slow right now?

Brad Paisley wrote this song and I thought it had a good concept behind it.  If I could write a letter to me when I was younger, these are the points I would make.

• High school is not the most important time in your life and those friends that you make there you probably won’t talk to  that many of them when you actually leave.
• Ninth grade is probably the most important year in high school because it builds your foundation to your GPA.  You have to build a strong foundation.
• That I don’t care attitude you had with your dad, don’t really have that.  Because ignoring it then, makes it even hardier to deal with it in the future.
• Pick your major wisely.  Do something that you love and not something you think you have to do…and always keep your eye on the future.
• Go to Ole Miss, it’s the best place for you even though you’ll be accepted into many Ivy League and top colleges.
• Britney Spears music may be catchy but it isn’t really worth your time.  Backstreet Boys on the other hand; may have cheesy music now but will get better with time.
• Practice your clarinet more so that when you go off to college you will be just as good as you were in high school.
• You may disagree with your mom but she only has your best interest in heart…even though she’s not around that much.  She’s busy trying to make money to send you to college.
• That American Express card…use it sparingly.
• Enjoy your time with Howard because he will eventually change and turn into an asshole.
• Never second guess yourself; you have a good head on your shoulders.
• Befriend Lauren and Shelby earlier in college because they will be good friends to you.
• Stick with your blog because it made you happy. Just don’t write about work.
• Be happy and be yourself; people will love you for who you are.

I have a problem with perfection.  The problem is I like to achieve it and when I don’t, then I just want everyone else to think I have achieved it.  It’s more of an internalization type of a problem.  Is it a problem that I like to keep my problems contained?  It’s not that I don’t talk about my problems, because I do; to an extent.  I’m very specific about who I talk to about what because I don’t want people to know.

I don’t talk to my mom about problems with the fiance because I don’t want her to use it against me later.  Or I don’t want her to say something negative.  I don’t talk to my best friend about problems with my fiance because she too has a fiance…and to me they are perfect. (Maybe she’s playing the same game as I am?  I never thought about that until now.) I just don’t want her thinking I’m weird or something or that I have a bad relationship, etc.  To be honest, I don’t really talk to my mom about anything because she’s a horrible listener and never fail she will use something against me in the future so I stay clear of it.  My point is, different people serve different functions in my life.

But I don’t like to give anything away.  I want people to think I’m perfect (well, as close as you can get) and that my life is perfect.  I know it’s not the truth and I know nothing is perfect. But perfection is having “all your ducks in a row”.  I like to think that I do, but I don’t.  On the outside I look so clam and steady, but on the inside…I’m a mess.  I’m worrying about this and trying to finish that.  In fact, there are very few moments when I’m just being me.

I want to change that.  This year, I’m going to change it.  I’m going to try my….very best!

Everywhere I take my dog, he’s mistake for a girl.  I don’t know why.  I gave him a male name; there should be no confusion.  I take him to the vet, where they should know his sex, and they get it wrong.  I take him to the grooming salon at PetSmart they get it wrong.  The guy who teaches my training class is always calling him a she.  That’s just wrong yo.

The main problem:  I don’t really correct people.  I shouldn’t be in shock by this happening anymore, but every time I hear it, I just sit there and think.   I’m disgusted that people think that.  Maybe I should have got him snipped, but that was the best thing to do.  People say it, I just keep on talking to them.  Once I did say something, but the person still kept calling him a girl.  At that point I deemed it not important.  I just wish it wasn’t like that though.

Should I start correcting them?  I guess that’s just a personal preference…

Two thousand and seven wasn’t a good year for me pertaining to television.  In fact, it royally sucked.

I love watching television.  It’s my relief for when I get home from work.  I just love getting wrapped up in an hour dramedy.

But in 2007, I lost some shows.  I loved Veronica Mars and it was canceled.  The good shows always go too soon.  I have one prime example of that, Love Monkey.

I also had to say goodbye to Gilmore Girls, but maybe it was time for that show to end.

And then there was the writers strike.  I understand that what they are striking for is a huge deal, but can we bring it to an end now?  I personally feel like it’s making both sides look bad.   The big companies won’t give in to the little guys and the little guys are basically taking away everything else.  I honestly didn’t think the strike would end this long.  I thought it would be done.

There have been some shining stars through the strike.  I have really come to love Cashmere Mafia on ABC.  I love it.  I watch it at work sometimes during my “lunch break”.  I became kind of wrapped up in it and it spilled over into my work time.  But it’s a good, correction, GREAT show and I think any woman would want to watch it.  One Tree Hill has come back strong and people are watching it because there is nothing else to watch.  So maybe the season will keep going strong and they will bring it back next season.

I do miss Gossip Girl because it stopped abruptly in the middle of the season.  And the fiance misses The Unit.  I miss it to because that was time we would spend together trying to untwist a military plot.

I was so upset yesterday.  I logged into my wordpress and it said I urgently needed to update.  I’ve never done anything like that before, but I thought it would be easy.  I was wrong.  I completely fucked up the site.  All day yesterday I had a blank page.  I had no idea what I had done either.  I feared that I lost all my posts and I even have one comment on my page.  I nearly cried.  I thought I was being punished because I was supposed to be working. 

Yes I took time out of my hella busy day to read and update my blog.  I guess which may be the cause to why I stayed at work last night until 9.  And I never stay at work that late, especially now.  I’m always trying to run out of this joint.  What’s the fun in owning a business if you can’t enjoy to perks?

Occasionally in the morning when I pry myself away from NPR, I listen to Big D and Bubba Morning Show. I’m guessing it’s a syndicated morning show, I’m not really sure.  But it’s your usual run of the mil morning radio show on my local country station. This morning they started a conversation about Barak Obama’s middle name is Hussein.

The conversation went a little like this…it’s a complete paraphrase.

“I’m always getting these forwards about McCain and Hilary.  Now I’m getting these forwards about Barak Hussein Osama.”

“You would think after all this time and media blast they could at least get his last name right.”

“I think that was intentional.”

“Oh.”

“Isn’t it crazy to think that this far after 9-11 America might elect someone with the middle name Hussein.”

When I heard this, I immediately starting shaking my head and I just couldn’t believe it.  If this was really an “issue” wouldn’t the media have blown it way out of proportion like “whacked-out” Britney Spears walking barefoot in the gas station and losing her kids? So what that’s his middle name.  It’s no secret that he has Muslim roots.  That a. doesn’t make him a bad person if that is the religion he chooses (and it has been confirmed that is not his religious preference) and b. doesn’t mean that his middle name of Hussien makes him a bad person (aka terrorist).  People don’t talk about McCain who survived a very horrible experience at war and say he must be f*ck*d in the head because he went through that. People see John McCain for the man that he is.  He’s smart, intelligent, well-spoken and a very impressive human being…He’s John McCain.  Barak Obama may hold the name but that does not discredit him as a person.  He has done some amazing things that have led up to the point he is out now. 

All in all, I just feel like having these types of conversations doesn’t aid in the discussion politics or our great country.  Why can’t we be proud that America had the chance to elect a black candidate or a female candidate?  The whole tone of the segment was a little negative.  It would be different if it were a different format show, such as political show, but this was a family morning show.  I think there are ways to have a conversation about a subject like this and I felt like these individuals did not handle it correctly.