Don't join the Grand Old Party

My bad, majorly. Never admit to being Republican in front of me at least, as I recently saw a movie where a man owned 75 Taco Bells and had a black son BEFORE he met a Democrat in real life. Based on a totally true story even.

My dad is the HUGEST FAN of Sandra Bullock, and Drew Barrymore too, but it's mostly Sandy he keeps going on and on about lately. Doesn't have anything bad to say about Jesse James, which is not unusual for our family (not gossips, actually).

He just likes that Sandra Bullock, great acting he says.

It's a Diary of a Wimpy Kid festival

At the library, of course. Saw the greatest housedress today on an actual woman...lavenderish. Checking out some DVDs, probably to spite her ex-husband who controls everything about her, except her wardrobe.

Even watched her snag a CHILDREN'S EVENTS brochure (I already have one), and here's me hoping I'll see more of her. I recall a long, long time ago, back when iVillage was in fashion...an interaction with a woman who had 15 children.

Yes, it appeared she was in an abusive marriage, based on her non-answers to my questions which were, "____" and "____". Currently, I cannot remember. All I know as of now, based on experiences that occurred no less than an hour ago:

Break jobs, both front and rear...$95. Of course, the cute pictures drawn by the mechanic's children weren't even extra. Just hung half-amorously up on a bulletin board (on his wall). Some Pringles advertising he'd somehow talked his chil'ren into.

Weird, strange, and of course totally obvious.

Guess where I went on my pass

Church first, where I realized it's the HEART that sings, not the voice. Hadn't previously known this. And I lifted my hands in praise for the first time, well, only my right because I don't like to draw attention (it's embarrassing). Felt the pulse of spirit, though.

Right behind me sat a UND SIOUX player, in UNIFORM! Stayed afterwards to soak up as much as God would give him (we won!!!) Then, we went to Starbucks. You know, I bought this TANGO CD last time I was in exchanging my gift card for the mini-version.

Don't know why I bought music without lyrics, and can only listen to one track in good conscience (there's a tango for conspiracies). Maybe I'm saving it for one of my better moods. But I also noticed the snacks are sure becoming mom-friendly...geared exactly for all those moms out there who ALREADY KNOW superior parenting.

I'm still in the failing category, but aiming for wholeness. My dad being here feels pre-divined. Like, he's always felt guilty about living by my brothers and celebrating grandchildren, while my kids could use a grandpa (and I could use a nanny).

So, good sights ahead.

Post 101

The thing about computers versus reality,...is that the colors you selflessly chose for one blog (of the many), are misrepresented on OTHER computer screens. Take 'Parades and Such" as my first example (why wouldn't there be more?). I chose lilac, yet here, at Marie Claire headquarters...it's like some royal blue I've rarely heard of.

If blogs could be respected in BW & gray...that's my first choice.