the Eve of Vacation

All rants and tangents, all fusses and fumes are put aside. Today is magical. It is the eve of vacation, the day before the ship sails, the last day in the office. Already the ship's horn is blowing announcing our departure. I can see the last few frantic preparations underway. Bags are already in the stateroom, waiting for the adventure to begin. 

If you can recall the feverish anticipation of a Christmas morning from your childhood, let me share another perfect moment with you. It's like this...

You wake up to sunshine streaming in your cabin window. You dress quickly and go up top where gentlemen in crisp white uniforms are filling steam tables with breakfast. You pour a cup of fresh coffee and step out onto the deck, carrying your mug to the rail. You watch the ship's frothy wake painting a turquoise stripe across a quiet ocean. And then, it dawns on you. Here is a day..no, a week...that is all your own. Freed from obligations and duties, you have no one to answer to and nothing to do. An empty list. Best of all, the next six days stretch out before you like an empty canvas, ready to be filled with whatever takes your fancy. It's almost paralyzing this freedom, filled as it is with unlimited possibilities and unrealized potential. 

I'm already there. I just wish you could come too.

"...no politics today, thank you."

With the Midwest Diva giving it to them with steam today, I shall refrain. It almost seems like too much when we gang up on them. LOL. 

Instead, today is the day of a blood glucose reading at 110--virtually normal. Coupled with another 3# loss, I again sing the praises of Medifast! This diet has been a Godsend for me. I give myself credit for following the program so relentlessly, of course, but the real hero is Medifast. 

Thanks for the encouragement from friends and family, too. 

Woo. Hoo. 

And now, you may return to pacing, panicking and praying to that gentle God who gave us brains to think for ourselves.

Teri 

you don't suppose....??

Okay, I admit. i am starting to worry. Seems like the ignoble opposition is gaining way too many headlines with their "pull the string and she talks" Northwoods Barbie. Could anyone other than right-wing nuts, mindless Christian sheep and complete morons be taking her candidacy seriously? Might all this press translate into v..v...votes? 

I always like to think the best about the American public--being one myself and all---but this is the same population that elected "dubya"--twice!  I fear the same group will bleat their way to the polls again and pull the same lever. This time, 'cause McCain reminds 'em of Gramps (may he rest in peace) and Barbie is just really cute and really spunky!  "ha ha ha pitbull with lipstick ha ha ha. ain't she sumpin'?" She's something all right. And it frightens me. Literally. 

Please encourage everyone to register. Especially the young, the idealistic and the thinkers. Really. Short of some other huge skeletons rattling around in her closet, it's our only hope.

Mr. McCain, I Am Not Laughing

North Pole Barbie (thank you, Midwest Diva!) is not making friends among the smart women I know and respect. She is perceived as a big, loud not very funny joke--at our expense. Who really believes that "if you put a skirt on it," the other moms will vote for it? Certainly not the quick-thinking, hard-working women I know.

So the sound-bite pitbull-with-lipstick's message* falls upon deaf ears around here. What about an agenda for women? What about equal rights and equal pay? What about insuring our children? Protecting their environment and their water? What about their education? And what about peace in the world so they don't have to be cannon fodder should another Bush come to power?  Oh, but wait. I forgot. There is another Bush running right now. John McCain, veteran and loyal American servant of the people, you should be ashamed.

*was there a message, by the way?