The things in my head go ’round and ’round

Seems to be some folks out there in the bogosphere, and in the newspapers who want to whip up on her.

Lots of negative things being said. She has no experience, involved in scandal, five kids, fairly newborn with downes, pregnant 17 yr old daughter, yada, yada, yada.

Same political crap. You get in the public eye, you get watched. Close and hard. Would we really want the press to lay off of people we want running our country? I don’t think so. As much as I pissed and moaned about Bill C. and his stupid actions. Can’t say mistakes, it was thought out.

But Sarah? Dig up as much dirt as you can on her, but leave the kids alone. Period. I don’t like her politics, and I am not going to vote for her. I caution everyone who is undecided at this point to look hard and long at what the Republican Party is offering, but leave her family alone. There is no place in politics to dredge up crap on families.

My opinion.

Namaste.

If you are reader of blogs you know about the BlogHer conference that is going on in San Francisco this weekend.

Yippee.

‘Ceptin’ I won’t be there. Even though guy bloggers can be BlogHers. I don’t think that MLW would be all that accepting of me attending a conference that is listed as “BlogHer’s mission is to create opportunities for women who blog to pursue exposure, education, community and economic empowerment.” It would be the opportunities part, along with the exposure parts that would get to her most.

That and the fact that I would be drinking with a bunch of women. Trying my best to make them understand that Bud Light, and Coors Light is on the same level as goat urine.

But I am bitter. Why don’t men have a BlogHim? And then, of course I came across this. Men will never have a meaningful convention because unlike the women blogger out there, we won’t be interested in making connections and establishing relationships. We wouldn’t be concerned with meeting with corporate sponsers and making the world better. We would be drinking, eating, and holding farting contests.

Sigh.

Sometimes it all seems so hopeless.

namaste.

Brett Michaels, whose last name Sychak comes from Mechanicsburg, Pa. MLW’s first husband used to hang out with him when they were young. MLW’s first MIL used to chase Brett out of her house on a regular basis.

Small world, eh?

But the poison I want to talk about comes from a plant. Poison Ivy. I hate this crap. We seem to have an abundance of it in our yard, as every year I come down with a hefty dose.

This year I have it on my right arm, the back of my right leg, and on my upper lip. A lot better than the year that I managed to get it on my crotchular area. That wasn’t fun explaining to my woman Dr. how I managed to do that. When the best answer that I could come up with was I didn’t wash my hands BEFORE I went to the bathroom. Highly uncomfortable.

Anyway……it itches, I try not to itch it, and then find myself itching it without thinking about it. I should have stock in the companies that make hydrocortisone.

What’s on your mind today?

Namaste.

Sometimes the things in my head are not so nice. They sometimes are just a tad bit bitchy, and might just bite you if you aren’t looking.

That is what is going on in my head today. We are adolescents. Not well behaved adolescents. Spoiled adolescents. Who want what we want when we want it.

No patience. No concern about anyone other than ourselves.

What brings this on? We are all bitching about the price of fuel.

It has sky rocketed in the past year. Why? Any number of reasons, in reality. And one of them is that it is good for business.

Like it or not, if you have any stock in any oil company right now you are happy. If you own oil stock, you are making money. And isn’t that why you bought stock? To make money?

I wrote about a speed trap that is outside of the town I live in. Why do we need speed traps? Because people go faster than the speed limit. And if you break the law, then we employ people who are supposed to enforce the law. Again with the business.

Business is every where. Don’t want tickets? Don’t speed. Don’t want high oil prices? Find another source for fuel.

There are easy solutions to everything. Just do what needs to be done. We complain that our politicians don’t speak for us. That they speak for PAC’s. So vote them out. And vote in someone else. But understand that the PAC’s are there because they are making money. It is business. So at some point in time you will have to get rid of the PAC’s.

Can we all play nice without all of the folks that are between us trying to get our cash out of our hands? I wonder.

Suck big time.

My nose is raw from wiping. My throat hurts, I am sneezing like a demon. And this isn’t allergies.

Crap.