You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

I have no words for what is going on (or not going on, rather) in Congress right now. I will just say that I am not surprised that dumb fuck Cruz is from Texas. I am shocked and saddened by how many people I know and love are spittle-yelling, virulent Tea Party supporters. I feel like telling them that he who shouts loudest is not the winner, but what's the point? It seriously turns my stomach. I feel like once my parents and older brother are gone from this world, I cannot leave Texas fast enough.

I've never affiliated myself with any political party because I am always willing to listen to both sides; however, the divide has gotten so ridiculously huge and the messages so negative, I feel like there is no point in even trying to see things from both sides. Everyone else is digging in, so I will too. As a minority woman hanging on to the middle class by her fingertips, I cannot in good conscience support the Republican Party. As a human being, I cannot abide the Tea Party Republicans. There are plenty of things about the Demos I don't like, but guess what? At least their lies sound believable.

See what I did there? Said I wasn't gonna talk about it...and yet I did.

So, on to other news. I am beat! This Thursday, the San Antonio Aids Foundation is having a charity event and my sister and I have offered to provide some bake sale items (she has gotten mad-talented at cake decorating and I am still obsessed with baking, because I am on forever! diet, LOL). I am making a rainbow cake (hee!), a chocolate cake with raspberry filling and ombre icing, and a dozen pies-in-a-jar (apple and raspberry). To prevent myself from staying up until 3AM on Thursday morning and cursing the day I ever offered to do anything for anyone, I am trying to prep stuff this weekend. So I assembled all the pies and put them in the freezer tonight. Easy but time-consuming! On Wednesday night, I will bake the cakes and on Thursday, I will pop the pies in the oven and put frosting on anything in the kitchen not moving.

I need to lie down...

I have seen that 30 Days of Blogging meme going around and I was going to start it today, but I think I will postpone. I still have dishes to do and for some reason at 8PM tonight, I decided to wash all the sheets, bedspreads, and comforters. Whyyyyyy?????

So, next time: meme!

Now, enjoy some pie in a jar (OF COURSE I had to taste test!)

  

FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED! FRUSTRATED!

My mattress is sold out. Slow burn II: Electric Boogaloo.

Okay, so let me get this straight: the group that is funding the Islamic mosque near ground zero is also one of the PRIMARY SHAREHOLDERS of Rupert Murdoch's news dynasty, AKA Fox News, AKA the network that has been up in arms about the whole mosque thing since the beginning?! Please tell me this is a joke...a horrible, disgusting joke. You are telling me that Fox News is financially supporting an action they supposedly deplore and using it as a scare tactic to rouse the uninformed into a hysterical tizzy?

I feel like vomiting. This is their opinion of America: we are a bunch of dumb fucks who will believe whatever is on the TV. Seriously.

I am never paying my HOA fees online again. It has been one huge headache and it's still not over yet. If I actually still had checks, this wouldn't be such a big deal but seriously! I haven't had a checkbook for five years. I thought paying online would be easier. Lesson learned. Ugh.

We saw Avatar last night and it was gorgeous and engrossing. A truly spectacular visual event and a good story to boot. The theater (3D Imax) was PACKED so I was glad we had reserved seats. It is a testament to how good it was when I heard nary a peep out of people throughout the whole thing. An unheard of experience, let me tell you. Usually, JP has to yell for someone to shut up at least once. Heh.

Anyhoo, meme!

Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy

This is a painting I fell in love with and purchased yesterday. It is going above my bed. It is a MONSTER, about 5 feet long and 3 feet tall. But the minute I saw it, I thought of Alan Lee and Fellowship of the Rings and all manner of loney beauty. Can't wait...think I might have to put a headboard on my bed to support it, though. I'm not sure I want it just hanging over my noggin. Death from above!

Okay, boys and girls. Quiz time:

Michael Moore's movie Sicko makes Melissa want to

A. Drink heavily.
B. Move to Canada and/or Great Britain.
C. Never ever question herself again about the decision to not have children.
D. Cry because she doesn't love America as much as Michael Moore does.
E. All of the above.

That movie shamed me into the ground. Made me want to cut and run. And shamed me even more for thinking that way.