I’ve worked with this man for almost a year now and I have a pretty good idea of who I think he is. Well, before yesterday, that is.
You see, he’s a sweet man. He’s Greek - not that that has anything to do with anything but I thought I’d throw it in there. He’s also very conservative - at least he comes across that way. He’s very prim and proper and very meticulous about his appearance. He doesn’t come across as vain or arrogant but it’s obvious that he cares how he presents himself. And he’s in my top five list of nicest people I’ve ever known.
So given everything I just told you (and I hope I gave the impression I meant to), I was surprised when he was walking down the hall yesterday, whistling away. Loudly. Not at all self-consciously or as if he was even aware that people could hear him.
Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with whistling to your heart’s content. Not at all. It’s just it didn’t fit the image I have of this man.
But to top it off, I recognized the tune he was whistling. That was the real surprise.
Now, it’s possible this is a real song from a real musical (I’m not familiar enough with Shakespeare’s works to know if there are any musicals of them out there) but where I remember it from is Gilligan’s Island.
Yes, you read that right, Gilligan’s Island. There was an episode where they put on a play - I can’t remember why - and they did it as a musical. I think it was MacBeth or Hamlet (to be or not to be anyone?) and part of the lyrics were “not to be...that is the question that I ask of thee” and it’s done in a staccato beat.
Anyway, that’s what he was whistling. As I said, it could be that it’s truly from a musical and he was showing how culturally advanced he is but I can’t get the image of this sweet, genteel man, running out and buying up all the seasons of Gilligan’s Island, and this is what stuck with him. It’s kind of like taking the mask off the lone ranger...that image stays with you and you’re never quite the same again. LOL
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
The Six Month Rule
At least I think it’s a six month rule...if you haven’t touched or needed something in six months, you don’t need it so you can throw it out without looking at it. That’s it isn’t it?
Anyway, this long weekend I finally decided to go through the old boxes in my “guest” bedroom. See, about two and a half years ago I had all the carpet in my house ripped up and laid wall-to-wall tile throughout my house. The thing about that is, you have to “move out” (as if you’d never lived there) of the room in order for them to lay it. So lots of stuff got boxed up.
My bedroom was the last room to get tile in it so initially, everything was moved into my room. But when they did my room, I moved it all into the room that had been the guest room. And it was wall-to-wall boxes. So when I had company coming, I just set up the bed in the other spare bedroom. And that’s how things have been set up since.
But I wanted the right guest bedroom again so I started cleaning it up/out, after two and a half years.
I found shoes I don’t remember having. I found clothes that I can actually fit in. I found one of the two thermometers I own. But since one was for me and one was for the dogs and I didn’t know which one I’d found, I threw it out.
I found a box of magazines from when I was married, including a stack of Popular Photography, a couple of editions of Playboy (including the Vanessa Williams/Miss America one, Suzanne Somers and Jessica Hahn). I found a Brides magazine circa 1982 (the year before I got married)...I threw it out.
I’m not quite done with going through all the boxes but I did clear enough out that I was able to move the bed back in there last night, so I’m happy about that.
So that’s pretty much my weekend, what did you do on this nice long weekend?
Anyway, this long weekend I finally decided to go through the old boxes in my “guest” bedroom. See, about two and a half years ago I had all the carpet in my house ripped up and laid wall-to-wall tile throughout my house. The thing about that is, you have to “move out” (as if you’d never lived there) of the room in order for them to lay it. So lots of stuff got boxed up.
My bedroom was the last room to get tile in it so initially, everything was moved into my room. But when they did my room, I moved it all into the room that had been the guest room. And it was wall-to-wall boxes. So when I had company coming, I just set up the bed in the other spare bedroom. And that’s how things have been set up since.
But I wanted the right guest bedroom again so I started cleaning it up/out, after two and a half years.
I found shoes I don’t remember having. I found clothes that I can actually fit in. I found one of the two thermometers I own. But since one was for me and one was for the dogs and I didn’t know which one I’d found, I threw it out.
I found a box of magazines from when I was married, including a stack of Popular Photography, a couple of editions of Playboy (including the Vanessa Williams/Miss America one, Suzanne Somers and Jessica Hahn). I found a Brides magazine circa 1982 (the year before I got married)...I threw it out.
I’m not quite done with going through all the boxes but I did clear enough out that I was able to move the bed back in there last night, so I’m happy about that.
So that’s pretty much my weekend, what did you do on this nice long weekend?
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Weird Dreams and Designated Hysterical People
In any crisis, there needs to be a hysterical person, right? Something I've discovered about myself is that, when there is a crisis and no one becomes hysterical, I take on that role, making me the designated hysterical person. However, if there is already someone who is hysterical in the situation, I can be calm. I tell you all this because it relates to the dream I had last night.
I dreamed that my entire family was on a private plane. My mother, sisters, nieces, nephew, dogs and either my father or my step-father - that part isn't clear to me, although my father was a licensed pilot at one time and it was the male figure in this dream who was flying the plane. The dogs were the dogs I had growing, two chihuahuas, Poco and Jose. My nieces and nephew were young and my mother was alive (I dream about her quite frequently and I kind of wonder if there is a significance to that, but I digress).
So, we're all on this plane with the male figure flying. My mother came out of the cockpit and headed back to the bedroom with my oldest sister (my other sister was in another room with all the kids) and I sitting in the front part of the plane that had seating just like your normal, everyday commercial plane - coach no less. (Keep in mind that as I describe it, it sounds like it would be a luxury plane but I didn't view that way in my dream - not that it makes that much of a difference, I don't think...maybe it does in the interpretation, who knows?)
Anyway, Poco hobbled back to the restroom and crawled in the tub (don't ask me why, I didn't understand the dog when I was growing up, much less in a dream some thirty years later). Shortly thereafter my father/step-father left the cockpit in a huff (did I mention he was flying the plane?) and headed towards the shower.
My thoughts briefly landed on the fact that Poco was in the tub/shower already but those thoughts were overridden by the fact that no one was flying the plane!
I ran back to the bedroom my mother and oldest sister were in and frantically tried to tell them my concerns over the situation. They seemed totally unconcerned.
I went back to my coach seat and started thinking of the possibilities. Maybe it was on auto-pilot and we were okay. But, how long could/should you leave the flight controls unattended, I mean, he was in the shower!
As I took deep non-relaxing breaths, the plane suddenly took a sharp right turn...right before it did a nose-dive. It was like one of those annoying scenes in movies where you can see out of the front of the airplane and the plane is almost about to "kiss" the ground but back in the plane you're a long way off, know what I mean? Anyway, this is what I was looking at.
Next thing I know, I'm in a hotel lobby...in Galveston! I'm alone and I'm asking if they can go ahead and check me in to the hotel. Now, it didn't occur to me in the dream but I live near Houston and it wouldn't make sense to fly from Houston to Galveston because you could drive there almost as fast - and you would have a car for getting around - but again, I digress.
I'm at the registration desk asking if I can check in early. The clerk tells me only if I have a signed authorization stating that I could check in early. I start yelling at the guy, telling him I've just been in a plane crash and why can't he just give me a friggin' room already. He says he can't without this authorization so I demand (in a high pitch hysterical kind of way) to see the manager immediately.
As I'm making this demand, my sister and oldest sister walk in to the hotel as if nothing has happened, still just chit-chatting. I run over to them and ask them where everyone else was. They said they didn't know - and they didn't seem concerned about it. So I start back in with my high pitch hysterical voice asking them how they can be so calm and start on a rant how the hotel won't let me check in and where is the bleeping manager anyway?
Next my other sister walks in, alone. I run over to her and ask her about the kids, the dogs and the male type person that had been flying the plane. She's a bit more upset but it's not about the kids, dogs or anyone else - she also seems unconcerned about anyone else - no, she's upset because we hadn't waited for her when we left the crash site.
I leave her and go back to the registration desk and again demand to see the hotel manager.
As I'm ranting at the registration clerk, my mother starts reading a statement she's been given (she wasn't making one, although at this point I notice that a lot of people are in the lobby - press included). She reads that it was known that there was a problem with the fuselage yet they let us take the plane anyway, knowing it would crash. She's reading this in a very calm, matter of fact type voice.
I, on the other hand, jump up and start yelling (high pitch hysterical voice again) "They knew it had a problem??? And they let us take it up anyway???" As I looked around the room, I realized that I was the only one who seemed to see the problem with that. "Does no one else think that was a problem?" I went on.
My mother went on to read the statement and from something she said, the plane was in one piece, despite the fact that it did a nose-dive (by the way, none of us looked disheveled in any way). I tried but couldn't picture the actual crash or the remains but I thought that was odd that it would have landed in one place (although, in the actual dream there was no impact - it's just odd that in the dream I couldn't picture it).
Anyway, I went back to try to get a room, telling anyone who would listen that I couldn't understand why they wouldn't check me in when they knew the horror I'd just been through and they wouldn't even let me talk to the manager. A friend showed up and was going to try to help me get a room from a back way and we were on our way to do that when I woke up.
I don't know, it could just be me but I thought that was a weird dream.
I dreamed that my entire family was on a private plane. My mother, sisters, nieces, nephew, dogs and either my father or my step-father - that part isn't clear to me, although my father was a licensed pilot at one time and it was the male figure in this dream who was flying the plane. The dogs were the dogs I had growing, two chihuahuas, Poco and Jose. My nieces and nephew were young and my mother was alive (I dream about her quite frequently and I kind of wonder if there is a significance to that, but I digress).
So, we're all on this plane with the male figure flying. My mother came out of the cockpit and headed back to the bedroom with my oldest sister (my other sister was in another room with all the kids) and I sitting in the front part of the plane that had seating just like your normal, everyday commercial plane - coach no less. (Keep in mind that as I describe it, it sounds like it would be a luxury plane but I didn't view that way in my dream - not that it makes that much of a difference, I don't think...maybe it does in the interpretation, who knows?)
Anyway, Poco hobbled back to the restroom and crawled in the tub (don't ask me why, I didn't understand the dog when I was growing up, much less in a dream some thirty years later). Shortly thereafter my father/step-father left the cockpit in a huff (did I mention he was flying the plane?) and headed towards the shower.
My thoughts briefly landed on the fact that Poco was in the tub/shower already but those thoughts were overridden by the fact that no one was flying the plane!
I ran back to the bedroom my mother and oldest sister were in and frantically tried to tell them my concerns over the situation. They seemed totally unconcerned.
I went back to my coach seat and started thinking of the possibilities. Maybe it was on auto-pilot and we were okay. But, how long could/should you leave the flight controls unattended, I mean, he was in the shower!
As I took deep non-relaxing breaths, the plane suddenly took a sharp right turn...right before it did a nose-dive. It was like one of those annoying scenes in movies where you can see out of the front of the airplane and the plane is almost about to "kiss" the ground but back in the plane you're a long way off, know what I mean? Anyway, this is what I was looking at.
Next thing I know, I'm in a hotel lobby...in Galveston! I'm alone and I'm asking if they can go ahead and check me in to the hotel. Now, it didn't occur to me in the dream but I live near Houston and it wouldn't make sense to fly from Houston to Galveston because you could drive there almost as fast - and you would have a car for getting around - but again, I digress.
I'm at the registration desk asking if I can check in early. The clerk tells me only if I have a signed authorization stating that I could check in early. I start yelling at the guy, telling him I've just been in a plane crash and why can't he just give me a friggin' room already. He says he can't without this authorization so I demand (in a high pitch hysterical kind of way) to see the manager immediately.
As I'm making this demand, my sister and oldest sister walk in to the hotel as if nothing has happened, still just chit-chatting. I run over to them and ask them where everyone else was. They said they didn't know - and they didn't seem concerned about it. So I start back in with my high pitch hysterical voice asking them how they can be so calm and start on a rant how the hotel won't let me check in and where is the bleeping manager anyway?
Next my other sister walks in, alone. I run over to her and ask her about the kids, the dogs and the male type person that had been flying the plane. She's a bit more upset but it's not about the kids, dogs or anyone else - she also seems unconcerned about anyone else - no, she's upset because we hadn't waited for her when we left the crash site.
I leave her and go back to the registration desk and again demand to see the hotel manager.
As I'm ranting at the registration clerk, my mother starts reading a statement she's been given (she wasn't making one, although at this point I notice that a lot of people are in the lobby - press included). She reads that it was known that there was a problem with the fuselage yet they let us take the plane anyway, knowing it would crash. She's reading this in a very calm, matter of fact type voice.
I, on the other hand, jump up and start yelling (high pitch hysterical voice again) "They knew it had a problem??? And they let us take it up anyway???" As I looked around the room, I realized that I was the only one who seemed to see the problem with that. "Does no one else think that was a problem?" I went on.
My mother went on to read the statement and from something she said, the plane was in one piece, despite the fact that it did a nose-dive (by the way, none of us looked disheveled in any way). I tried but couldn't picture the actual crash or the remains but I thought that was odd that it would have landed in one place (although, in the actual dream there was no impact - it's just odd that in the dream I couldn't picture it).
Anyway, I went back to try to get a room, telling anyone who would listen that I couldn't understand why they wouldn't check me in when they knew the horror I'd just been through and they wouldn't even let me talk to the manager. A friend showed up and was going to try to help me get a room from a back way and we were on our way to do that when I woke up.
I don't know, it could just be me but I thought that was a weird dream.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Excuse me...Officer?
Lately it seems that everyone I talk to has a story about being pulled over or getting a ticket or some driving incident. It's not like I've been soliciting the stories and it's not like it's coming from people who all know each other. These topics are all coming up independent of each other - which is interesting to me.
Anyway, one such story was told to me on Friday, when I had lunch with a friend. She was telling me that Tuesday evening when she was driving home after classes she was working her way onto the freeway. It was dark and there were several cars behind her "pushing" her on the freeway. The traffic on the freeway was moving at a fast pace so she considered her options.
She could:
a. stop on the feeder street and be rear-ended or cause others further back to be in an accident;
b. try to inch her way on to the freeway and risk being in or causing an accident that way; or
c. punch it and work her way into the traffic.
She chose option c. and punched it.
Well, turns out, a nice policeman was waiting for someone to do that and promptly pulled her over for speeding.
She pulled over and he asked to see her driver's license. Since she works with the kids at the local elementary school in Junior Achievement, she keeps her license in that bag. But being under pressure, she didn't immediately remember that so she first pulled out her wallet, and her purse before she remembered where her license was. But when she did remember, she made a point of displaying the JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT on the bag where the officer could see it.
Then, when she reached in the bag, instead of pulling out the license directly (she saw it immediately), she pulled out all the books and pictures she used for the kids...to be sure he knew she was a good person - what working with kids and all. Also in the bag (the kids had asked to see pictures) were framed pictures of her two dogs, George and Nitro. She pulled those out for the officer to see too, since someone who cared about their dogs enough to have framed pictures of them had to be a good person, right?
It wasn't until after she did all that that she "found" her license.
She didn't get a ticket.
As for me, when I was about sixteen, I was driving down a busy street with my bright lights blaring (I didn't know) when a car flashed their lights at me. I figured they would be passing soon anyway so I didn't see the point in turning mine off.
When the person passed me, I saw it was a police officer. (Oops!) He did a U-turn and got behind me, pulling me over. I was young and stupid so I didn't really know why he was pulling me over but when I pulled over I also turned off my brights - you know, just in case.
He came up to the driver's window and said "Did you know you're brights are on?"
Well, no they weren't...not then anyway, so I said - innocently, "I don't think so."
He told me they were and so I flashed them - from dim to bright to dim again.
"Oh," he said. "Well, just try to be sure you don't drive with your brights on and if someone flashes theirs at you, flash yours back so they know you don't have yours on."
"I will. Thanks."
I didn't get a ticket either. :o)
So, do you have any stories about traffic "incidents" or tips on how to get out of tickets? Please share! :o)
Anyway, one such story was told to me on Friday, when I had lunch with a friend. She was telling me that Tuesday evening when she was driving home after classes she was working her way onto the freeway. It was dark and there were several cars behind her "pushing" her on the freeway. The traffic on the freeway was moving at a fast pace so she considered her options.
She could:
a. stop on the feeder street and be rear-ended or cause others further back to be in an accident;
b. try to inch her way on to the freeway and risk being in or causing an accident that way; or
c. punch it and work her way into the traffic.
She chose option c. and punched it.
Well, turns out, a nice policeman was waiting for someone to do that and promptly pulled her over for speeding.
She pulled over and he asked to see her driver's license. Since she works with the kids at the local elementary school in Junior Achievement, she keeps her license in that bag. But being under pressure, she didn't immediately remember that so she first pulled out her wallet, and her purse before she remembered where her license was. But when she did remember, she made a point of displaying the JUNIOR ACHIEVEMENT on the bag where the officer could see it.
Then, when she reached in the bag, instead of pulling out the license directly (she saw it immediately), she pulled out all the books and pictures she used for the kids...to be sure he knew she was a good person - what working with kids and all. Also in the bag (the kids had asked to see pictures) were framed pictures of her two dogs, George and Nitro. She pulled those out for the officer to see too, since someone who cared about their dogs enough to have framed pictures of them had to be a good person, right?
It wasn't until after she did all that that she "found" her license.
She didn't get a ticket.
As for me, when I was about sixteen, I was driving down a busy street with my bright lights blaring (I didn't know) when a car flashed their lights at me. I figured they would be passing soon anyway so I didn't see the point in turning mine off.
When the person passed me, I saw it was a police officer. (Oops!) He did a U-turn and got behind me, pulling me over. I was young and stupid so I didn't really know why he was pulling me over but when I pulled over I also turned off my brights - you know, just in case.
He came up to the driver's window and said "Did you know you're brights are on?"
Well, no they weren't...not then anyway, so I said - innocently, "I don't think so."
He told me they were and so I flashed them - from dim to bright to dim again.
"Oh," he said. "Well, just try to be sure you don't drive with your brights on and if someone flashes theirs at you, flash yours back so they know you don't have yours on."
"I will. Thanks."
I didn't get a ticket either. :o)
So, do you have any stories about traffic "incidents" or tips on how to get out of tickets? Please share! :o)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Ack! I've been Tagged!
Okay, so I missed that my Special Friend K (aka Special K) tagged me. I totally blame it on the fact that I’m having computer issues but am sorry nonetheless.
So I have to list five interesting things about me? Let’s see.
1. I used to serve on a grievance committee for the State Bar of Texas. The committee was made up of four attorneys and myself (there was another opening for a non-attorney but we never had that position filled). Hearings where the committee voted to disbar the attorney were automatically appealed and put before another committee where a court reporter was present and the decision of the second committee was final. On one such hearing, I was the lone holdout in saving an attorney’s license...all four of the attorneys on the committee thought he should be disbarred.
2. When I was younger, if I didn’t like any aspect of my job, I had no qualms about quitting. Piss me off before lunch? I didn’t come back from lunch. Piss me off after lunch? I just didn’t come back the next day. Once, I accepted a job and showed up about 15 to 20 minutes early. Ten minutes after I arrived I went into the manager’s office and said, “this isn’t going to work out” and I walked out of the office, never looking back.
3. Shortly after I separated from my ex-husband, I met a woman who I decided I wanted to be like, when I grew up. She was so confident, warm and giving. She was my mentor. One of the things she told me about though was that she sunbathed in the nude! I thought that was scandalous (particularly when I went to her house and saw that all the houses surrounding hers were two-story houses and people could see into her backyard!) but secretly wanted to do it myself. So, one weekend my ex-husband came over and was mowing my lawn for me and I laid out nude in the backyard. He went inside and was gone for a while so I went to check on him...he was videoing me in the nude! Less than a week later my house was broken into and my video recorder (with nude video of me in it) was stolen. (I choose to believe my ex-husband was the culprit but it’s possible there’s a nude video of me out there somewhere. Scary, isn’t it?!)
4. The first dog I ever got as an adult was the result of my ex-husband sending me to the mall to get our Christmas pictures developed. I came home with the pictures - and a doberman. A few weeks later, he sent me to a flea market to get our new doberman a collar and I came home with an Irish Setter. In between, I agreed to watch my sister’s dog for the weekend and as soon as we got it home, I informed my ex that we weren’t giving her back. So within a very short time, I went from having no dogs to having three.
5. I once received an email from a man I knew and he detailed his five-year plan for us, which included marriage and kids. We’d never been on a date. He’d never hugged me. He’d never even held my hand. And my only problem with his plan was, I thought five years was too long...I was impatient. (P.S. We stopped “seeing” each other a few weeks later and he still hadn’t ever hugged me, kissed me or held my hand...and I wasn’t upset at all that things broke off.)
I’m going to tag Maria, Kim, Laura and Jan. :o)
So I have to list five interesting things about me? Let’s see.
1. I used to serve on a grievance committee for the State Bar of Texas. The committee was made up of four attorneys and myself (there was another opening for a non-attorney but we never had that position filled). Hearings where the committee voted to disbar the attorney were automatically appealed and put before another committee where a court reporter was present and the decision of the second committee was final. On one such hearing, I was the lone holdout in saving an attorney’s license...all four of the attorneys on the committee thought he should be disbarred.
2. When I was younger, if I didn’t like any aspect of my job, I had no qualms about quitting. Piss me off before lunch? I didn’t come back from lunch. Piss me off after lunch? I just didn’t come back the next day. Once, I accepted a job and showed up about 15 to 20 minutes early. Ten minutes after I arrived I went into the manager’s office and said, “this isn’t going to work out” and I walked out of the office, never looking back.
3. Shortly after I separated from my ex-husband, I met a woman who I decided I wanted to be like, when I grew up. She was so confident, warm and giving. She was my mentor. One of the things she told me about though was that she sunbathed in the nude! I thought that was scandalous (particularly when I went to her house and saw that all the houses surrounding hers were two-story houses and people could see into her backyard!) but secretly wanted to do it myself. So, one weekend my ex-husband came over and was mowing my lawn for me and I laid out nude in the backyard. He went inside and was gone for a while so I went to check on him...he was videoing me in the nude! Less than a week later my house was broken into and my video recorder (with nude video of me in it) was stolen. (I choose to believe my ex-husband was the culprit but it’s possible there’s a nude video of me out there somewhere. Scary, isn’t it?!)
4. The first dog I ever got as an adult was the result of my ex-husband sending me to the mall to get our Christmas pictures developed. I came home with the pictures - and a doberman. A few weeks later, he sent me to a flea market to get our new doberman a collar and I came home with an Irish Setter. In between, I agreed to watch my sister’s dog for the weekend and as soon as we got it home, I informed my ex that we weren’t giving her back. So within a very short time, I went from having no dogs to having three.
5. I once received an email from a man I knew and he detailed his five-year plan for us, which included marriage and kids. We’d never been on a date. He’d never hugged me. He’d never even held my hand. And my only problem with his plan was, I thought five years was too long...I was impatient. (P.S. We stopped “seeing” each other a few weeks later and he still hadn’t ever hugged me, kissed me or held my hand...and I wasn’t upset at all that things broke off.)
I’m going to tag Maria, Kim, Laura and Jan. :o)
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Voting Day
I went and voted today. Since it’s Election Day that may not seem like such a big deal but you have to understand, I’ve never voted unless it was a presidential election. So why did I break with tradition and vote today?
Fred Head, that’s why!
In case you haven’t heard, Fred Head is running for the State Comptroller’s office in Texas. He’s running against Susan Combs, a former romance novelist. Ms. Combs supports abstinence for school-aged children. Twenty years ago she had a romance novel published which depicted a couple expressing their love physically. Mr. Head calls it porn and says Ms. Combs is a hypocrite because you can’t write porn and then promote abstinence.
Now this topic has made the rounds of every loop and board I visit but I’ve remained quiet until now because I didn’t want to give the guy any more free publicity (he had zero campaign funds) but since the polls close shortly, I’m finally breaking my silence.
Is this guy an idiot? First off, Texas is a Republican state and he’s a Democrat so he’s handicapped going in. Not to mention that the Romance Writers of America was founded in Houston, Texas. He’s pissed off a lot of people.
And again, the reason I voted today. See, it’s not like he lost my vote because 1) I wouldn’t have voted for him if I was one to vote in non-presidential elections because I typically vote Republican (not always but most of the time); and 2) I don’t normally vote in non-presidential elections so he wasn’t losing anything by keeping his mouth shut. Instead, what he did was get me to go vote, which I know they want everyone to do but, and I could be wrong here but I don’t think so, the intent is to get me to vote for him, when instead it got me to vote for his opponent. So I guess the joke is on him. It will be interesting to see the outcome but I have to say, I’d be really surprised if Mr. Head won.
But in happier voting news, tonight is Dancing with the Stars. I haven’t seen the dances but I can tell you right now that I’m voting for Joey. That’s right, the person who has consistently said “You can’t decide who to vote for until you’ve seen all the dances” has decided who she’s voting for more than an hour before the first dance. (Heck, I knew at last week’s elimination round who I would vote for this week!) Not only that, I’ve given the number to all my friends and told them to start calling at 7:00 p.m. (CST).
So, if you want to make me happy, call 1-800-868-3401 starting at 8:00 (7:00 Central) from every phone line you have, until they tell you to stop. ;o)
Fred Head, that’s why!
In case you haven’t heard, Fred Head is running for the State Comptroller’s office in Texas. He’s running against Susan Combs, a former romance novelist. Ms. Combs supports abstinence for school-aged children. Twenty years ago she had a romance novel published which depicted a couple expressing their love physically. Mr. Head calls it porn and says Ms. Combs is a hypocrite because you can’t write porn and then promote abstinence.
Now this topic has made the rounds of every loop and board I visit but I’ve remained quiet until now because I didn’t want to give the guy any more free publicity (he had zero campaign funds) but since the polls close shortly, I’m finally breaking my silence.
Is this guy an idiot? First off, Texas is a Republican state and he’s a Democrat so he’s handicapped going in. Not to mention that the Romance Writers of America was founded in Houston, Texas. He’s pissed off a lot of people.
And again, the reason I voted today. See, it’s not like he lost my vote because 1) I wouldn’t have voted for him if I was one to vote in non-presidential elections because I typically vote Republican (not always but most of the time); and 2) I don’t normally vote in non-presidential elections so he wasn’t losing anything by keeping his mouth shut. Instead, what he did was get me to go vote, which I know they want everyone to do but, and I could be wrong here but I don’t think so, the intent is to get me to vote for him, when instead it got me to vote for his opponent. So I guess the joke is on him. It will be interesting to see the outcome but I have to say, I’d be really surprised if Mr. Head won.
But in happier voting news, tonight is Dancing with the Stars. I haven’t seen the dances but I can tell you right now that I’m voting for Joey. That’s right, the person who has consistently said “You can’t decide who to vote for until you’ve seen all the dances” has decided who she’s voting for more than an hour before the first dance. (Heck, I knew at last week’s elimination round who I would vote for this week!) Not only that, I’ve given the number to all my friends and told them to start calling at 7:00 p.m. (CST).
So, if you want to make me happy, call 1-800-868-3401 starting at 8:00 (7:00 Central) from every phone line you have, until they tell you to stop. ;o)
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