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Still Undecided

So here it is Election Day and I’m getting all sorts of stuff from both the Left of my peeps and the Right of my peeps and you know what? I still haven’t decided.  I have about 11 hours left to figure it out.

After reading this post by Sarcastro though…I swear…I’m so tempted to write his name in, even though I lurve David Sedaris. 

Cherry works at Vanderbilt and they’re on Alert today incase there’s riots or something.  Yikes. 

Thing is, I’m one of these people that doesn’t bash whoever lives at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.  I didn’t bash Clinton (I like him) when he was in office and I do not bash Bush cause I like him.  When I say “I like”, I mean, I like them as guys and would love to sit down and vizit with them.  I dig Presidents.  Hate politics and all that but the Presidents are fascinating people to me.  Always have been.  What drives a person to want that job? 

I just cringe when I hear people call Bush an idiot.  The man is not an idiot.  He is not stupid.  Articulate? No.   I don’t think he’s an idiot.  Sue me.

PBS was airing those President documentaries in the last few weeks.  Very interesting.  LBJ was a madman. A charismatic, fabulous, madman. Can I vote for him?

I’m not crazy about Obama and I don’t think he’s Jesus or that he’s the answer to everything.  I don’t think once he takes that Oath of Office in January that the sky is going to open up and that we will hear the archangels break into the Hallelujah Chorus and that the economy will slip back into where it needs to be, the war will end, the lion will lay down by the lamb and we’ll stand on the mountain, join hands and break into “I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing”…ain’t gonna happen.

However, if he is going to be the President (or McCain or Pat Paulsen…no wait…he’s dead) he will have my support and prayers and I will watch him age very quickly as he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Elections and Revelations

If I lived as long as Barack Obama’s Grandma lived and then died the day before my grandson was elected President, I’d have to have a little talk with Jesus about that.

Speaking of the Election, Yo Sista is one of those 5% of voters who is not decided as for who I’m going to vote for tomorrow.  I said I didn’t know if I was even going to because of said quandry, but, Cherry said “You HAVE to vote!”

Is it responsible to go into the booth and close my eyes and point at a button?  I don’t think so.  What does one do when this happens?  Write myself in? 

 For real…what do ya do when this happens?  I’ve never had this happen before and I have voted in every Presidential election I’ve been eligible to vote in.

I’m getting lots of questions about my “Revelation.”  I don’t know if I can blog that or not.  My preacher reads this blog.  HAR.

I Called It

It isn’t gonna shock anybody for me to express how I am not political.  I don’t care a thing about politics.  I don’t care what side of the fence you stand on.  I don’t like to watch those shows where they argue across a table about stuff (and seem to have a whopping good time doing it).  I don’t care what color my President is, whether he/she be green, fuschia or periwinkle.  I don’t care about politics.

However, I love History and anything pertaining to it. (Except for a few eras that are just boring to me) Because I love History, I like to catch a peek at things like the Democratic National Convention and will peek for a second at the Republican Convention. 

I distinctly remember the night Barack Obama came out and gave the Keynote address at the 2004 Convention.  Me, the unpolitical one remember, said to my husband, “That guy is going to be our first black President and I bet it will happen in 2008.”  I don’t think I’d ever seen him before that.  Maybe I had, but, this was the first time I remember him long enough that he caught my deficited attention.

This is not necessarily an endorsement.  I’m not sure I like His Barack-ness yet.  I’m not sure I like Paw Paw McCain neither.  I think Joe Biden’s son is rather handsome though.

A Decision

Nobody has asked and I don’t know that anybody cares, really, but, I think I know who I’m going to vote for in this Presidential election.  I’m not political and don’t engage in political arguments or discussions, as a rule.  With all this Super Tuesday stuff coming up it’s been on my mind and I made my decision the other morning when I was getting ready for work.

The winner is….


Why?  Not cause I’m a feminist although I do think a woman can do the job as good as any man, plus with multi-tasking skills get more accomplished.  The big reason…healthcare and the economy.  That’s it. 

 So what if she’s not icky gooey sweet and charming?  Charm and fashion sense doesn’t mean a hill of beans if my house is foreclosed (y’all have NO idea how close we’ve been to that before) and I’ve got some horrendous disease and can’t afford to go to the doctor because I was laid off. 

I don’t care if gay people can legally marry.  Let them.  If you don’t like it, fine.  In the grand scheme, is it more important that the guys that live across the street from my mother can legally be married or is it more important that the  young mom who had to have valve replacement surgery and because she was unable to afford her copay, not go for a follow up doctors appointment and then died at 35 years old? Helloooooo?  No  brainer.  Doesn’t mean I don’t love Jesus.  Ding dong…..reality is calling.

How Was Your Day, Dear?

I feel so disconnected with the Blog World.  I miss getting to blog all day and read everybody else’s blogs.  I’m going to have to get on that Google Reader so I can keep up.  Don’t leave me, dear Readers.  I will never leave you, nor forsake you….who said that?  Oh yeah…the Good Lord  Himself.  Heh.  

Things just get calmed down with Hazel (who, by the way, is on her way back to normal cause she called Mr. Smiff this morning and when I went to see her at lunch, she was at the table doing the Sodoku puzzle) when something else nutty goes on. 

The Drama Queen started complaining of her eye hurting Sunday evening.  Yeah, yeah, another excuse to get out of school.  It was red and looked like Pink Eye.  It got a little worse and then yesterday evening, I took her over to the Minute Clinic.  They said it looked like PE and gave her some drops. 

Well, this morning, she calls me about 10:00, crying, saying her eye was really red and swollen and hurt like hayell.  (She didn’t say that).  I called our regular doc and wouldn’t ya know, they only work half a day on Wednesdays (they knew I would be calling). 

I called a local pediatrician’s office that a lot of people we know take their kids to and got in this afternoon. We only had to wait a scant 30 minutes and good lord, there were lots of screaming, squealing toddlerish types in there.  That was the hottest place in town to be today, apparently.

I saw this ol gal I recognized from a couple years ago at the YMCA there with her pack of younguns.  I don’t know her name, but, I remember her so well cause one night as I was on the treadmill, she starts yackin.  I mean, before I went home, I knew her entire history….her husband was riding her tail cause he thought she was fat (she wasn’t) and she told me she was OCD.   She went on and on about her OCDness and I thought she was full of it UNTIL I saw her at the Y swimming pool later that summer. 

Unfat Girl was not kidding that she was OCD.  She had all her kids shoes lined up under the chair starting from biggest to smallest…all in a row.  Today, she was just a’messin’ with some sort of list that looked like that crap Russell Crow was scribbling in A Beautiful Mind.   

So anyway, back to DQ’s eye.  The doc looks in her eye and wasn’t able to tell right off what was going on so he puts this numbing stuff in her eye, then some orange drops and comes in, turns the light off and shines a purple light in her eye.  I should’ve taken a picture.  It looked like something out of a horror movie.

He could see a tiny little speck in her eye, but, he couldn’t tell if it was a scratch on the cornea or a foreign object.  So, I get to take her back in the morning (Did I mention Mr. Smiff was on the road today and will be tomorrow as well?  I love this part about working full time with a road hog of a huzbin.) and if it’s a foreign object, I’ll have to haul her to an opthamologist to get said potential farrin object out. 

Oh, and did I mention that my insurance doesn’t kick in until May 1?  Oh, and that if that eye starts hurting her tonight really bad, I am to bypass any local ER and take her straight to the Vanderbilt ER?  Have I mentioned to y’all that I’m sick and tarred of Vanderbilt Hospital?

A good point of the day was when my one boss gave me this gorgeous, little flower arrangement and plopped a sausage biscuit on my desk from McDonalds first thing this morning.  I thought that was some kinda sweet, specially since I’m new and all.  My other girl I work for, Carol Ann, who is so much like Newscoma, it’s scary was all upset cause she forgot it was Administrative Professionals Day.  She signed the card Valerie gave me, but, she was all feeling bad about herself.  Everytime she saw me today, she’d hang her head in shame.  She kept apologizing for giving me a little job to do first thing this morning.  “Hello?  This is my job” I told her.  Still, I dig having a boss that doesn’t throw crap at me or stand over me while I work.  (I had a boss who used to do that and that same boss would print out every single email she sent and put it in our chair.  It was insane)  The Gentleman Formerly Known As My Boss, however, is still a hard one to beat for coolness.   I think he will be glad to know I have good bosses though….right GFKAMB????

Then, my direct supervisor comes to me and says “I need to see you at 10:00 in Conference Room B.”  My heart sank cause I thought for sure I had made a terrible faux pas of some sort and it was so bad, she had reserved a conference room to tell me I was axed or something. 

I stood at the fax machine trembling imaging Phil Bredesen showing up to give me my walking papers.  I could just see Gov. Phil shaking his head at me.  I pictured John Wilder shaking his finger in disgust at me.  I even thought Stacey Campfield might show up to go “Neener neener neener….I busted you!”  Then, I remembered I haven’t been blogging on taxpayer time.  Not since a week or so ago anyway.   Then, I hear the Boss Lady tell another person the same thing she told me.  Whew. 

That little stinker gathered all of us Support Folk to tell us how awesome we are and all this.  She gave us gift cards to Olive Garden.  Not bad for a new girl.  Take that, Campfield!

Enough To Make Him Vote Republican…

 Mr. Smiff is on my good side right now.  The reason?  He finally grew that goatee back that he shaved off when I kicked him out of the house we amicably and briefly divorced in 2000.  The day he moved out, he shaved that sucker off just cause he knew I have a thing for goatees.  Maybe that’s his way of being over it.  I don’t know, but, it makes Mrs. Smiffy quite happy and frisky.  Thank you, Mr. Smiff.  When Mama Smiff is happy, everyone is happy.  My growing  libido is not the point of this post, however.

Mr. Smiff is politically, very moderate.  Sometimes I think I’m married to such a dang tree hugger, it makes me want to hurl, but, then when Rosie O’Donnell starts her political rants or Joy Behar gets all hateful, he’ll say stuff like “Yes, I should totally base how I vote on what Joy thinks.” He’s very much in the middle, as I tend to be.  A difference ‘tween me and the Mr. is he loves to talk politics and can just talk and talk about this politician or this issue and I don’t enjoy engaging in such Hutch-like antics.  It’s just not my bag, y’see.  I didn’t hate Bill Clinton and got tired of the Republicans ragging on him for 8 years and I don’t hate George Bush and I so tire of people being so hateful about him, taking personal jabs, much the same way they did Clinton 10 years ago.  I have a huge respect for the office.  I’m just weary of all the “Bush Is An Idiot” stuff.  Sue me for not enjoying it.

Anyway, the phone rang a bit ago and it was somebody from the Democratic Party asking the Smiffs for a $100 donation. The rather ballsy caller went on and on, barely letting Mr. Smiff get in a “uh huh” and when he said no, the Tree Hugging caller went on and on talking about the strides they’ve made, blah, blah. 

No means no.  We’re on the “Do Not Call” list for one thing, so I’m kinda thinking maybe those Music Row Democrats got his name from the CMA or something.  If the Democrats were thinking the Smiffs were rolling in the dough cause the Mr. is the IBMA Entertainer of the Year, they were so wrong.  I don’t know how they got our number, but, I hope they don’t call back.  Your Sista is not quite as nice on the phone to aggravating people on the other end of the line, be they Democrats, Republicans, Gay, Straight, White, Black, Polka Dotted or if they have sex with farm animals. Mr. Smiff said that was enough to make him vote Republican. 

Speaking of Republicans, I’m getting kindly tickled that my former neighbor, Fred Thompson, is considering running for the Oval Office.  He’s got more going for him as far as the likeablity, no nonsense factor going for him.  He’s a smart man and I think he’s got a shot for whatever my non-political sensibility thinks. 

If he wins, I’m going to call the people at CNN or Fox and tell the tale of the time his son Daniel and daughter Betsy (she was a gorgeous girl who sadly died a couple years ago way too young) stole the Collie pumpkins from the porch before Halloween.  Unbeknownst to the Thompson Chilluns, The Biffer was lurking about and chased them down.  Daniel was quite afraid the Biffer was going to turn them in to Big Fred.  Can you imagine having to answer to Fred, the man who helped try all the Watergate guys, as imposing of a character as he is, that you, his kid, stole a neighbors pumpkin? No wonder Danny was scared.  Sheesh.   I do think it would be cool to tell people you once got Trick or Treat candy from the future President.