new phrases and more

I am going to try to fit two new phrases into my conversations today.

The first has to do with my well-publicized politics. I was thinking last night about Presidential elections and what I came up with was this: the Democrats could bloody well run J. Fred Muggs this year and I would vote for him. Most years, really.

I'm not so much a Democrat as I am an Anti-Republican.

The second phrase on my mind today comes from Mimi Smartypants, who says that she finds the term all day mom "[vastly preferable] to 'stay-at-home mom'---it's a baby, not a house-arrest ankle bracelet." Yes, yes, yes, I know that the moms who go to work are also all-day moms, but in a different way, ok?

Big tv night last night. Bill! Whoda thunk it? I had Kwame picked all the way. And the end of Kathy! I think Boston Rob is going to go far, for those who care, but that the big jury speech scene on the finale is going to be more vicious than Sue having at Richard at the end of Season One. I'm planning on sticking around for the rest of Survivor's season just to see it be Lex who fucks Rob in the end, not the other way around. Good old Rob, so smart to last this long, but so stupid to create a jury of people who hate him. And the end of Jon Peter Lewis, too! now if they can just pick off that redheaded kid, who seems very nice and all, but who just should not be singing on television, I can take my fingers out of my ears. God, why am I watching all this crap? I should shoot my tv and read War and Peace instead.

Well, whatever. A person can only think so many thoughts in a day, you know?

Speaking of television...how weird is this? One of the guys who I see on tv each morning, reporting from Baghdad (!!) is David Wright from my AP English class. Sort of disorienting, that.

And from High School, the mind jumps to this factoid...Jasper, the AFS student from Denmark who lived with my dad and mom and Lisa in 1985 or so (I was off at college), spent this past week visiting my dad and Mary at their retirement condo in Florida, with his wife and two kids. Obladi, oblada, indeed.

And finally, from Jasper, the mind takes me to Denmark and from there to danish breakfast pastry. I'd like one, please. Cheese. Alone, in a café, with a book, my ipod, a pack of Marlboro Lights, and several cups of steaming coffee. See that hot young French guy at the next table? I think he's cruising me.

Hausfrau, out!

Posted by volfie at April 16, 2004 08:58 AM