Photo Op

This may be the most darling picture I've ever seen...

Apparently, the little boy wanted to see if the president's haircut felt the same as his.

I find this poignant and incredibly sweet.  Yes, little boy, he's the same as you.  And you're the same as him.  

I wish I could fast forward and see who this little boy grows up to be...

On a different note, I wish Lady Gaga would stop dressing like a raunchy 1970s B-movie space cadet.  Because her music is addicting, but I can't look right at her.  Still, I can't stop singing this one...

Song of the Day: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

I'm a Vagabond... A Glamorous One!

Sometimes I get irrationally mad at inanimate objects.  Yesterday was a nail, today is Facebook.  (I've realize after typing this that Facebook isn't really an object but I don't want to get into the existential bullshit that would go with trying to define what "person, place, thing, or idea" category Facebook would go in... You'd have to look at my brother's blog for crap like that.)

The reason I'm mad at Facebook is simple:  I can't get my freaking pictures to upload.  I've read the entire feature article in this week's Newsweek as well as the funny celebrity gossipish page in the back and the book/movie reviews.  This is not a particularly short task, but was all accomplished in the amount of time it took 5 pictures to upload on Facebook.

Honestly, my Newsweek is probably to blame for my disgruntled attitude, but I love it too much to blame it.  Facebook and I have always had a volatile relationship.

The reason Newsweek is breaking my heart is because, even though it's the low, low price of only $20 for an entire year, I can't justify spending any money to renew my subscription.  I'm super broke and don't have a job and am taking a cross country road trip and am moving.  Yeah.  All of those add up to the issue I read today being my last issue of Newsweek for a while.

For those of you who don't know, I've been getting Newsweek since my senior year of high school and for a few years, was getting Time as well.  I don't know why, but I somehow feel better getting my news from a respectable, only slightly obviously biased newsmagazine than any of the crap on TV.  So that means that Newsweek has been in my life longer than most of the people who read this blog.

But sacrifices must be made.  I'm just going to pretend I'm some kind of glamorous vagabond so that I don't get sad or anxious about the fact that I'm broke broke.  (And actually in debt, thank you student loans!)  I'd rather have fun than things.  So Newsweek must go.

Oh, well.  I guess it's back to getting my news from the internet and John Stewart just like everyone else in the world.  Dumb, uninformed and broke, but loving life anyway!  (That's going to be my new motto.  You can use it if you want.)

I Actually Have a Subscription to Newsweek

OK, so I'm not a political blogger.  Nobody wants to read that.  The only thing I want to read on blogs is funny/embarrassing personal stories, inane griping about non-important annoyances, or stories about travels or other cool things in the blogger's life that make me jealous.  Most of the time, I don't really care about people's overly arrogant, I-know-what's-up musings on the state of world.  I believe that any opinion given without some degree of humility is faulty, no matter how much I agree with what's being said.

That's pretty much why I don't blog about my personal political convictions.  I haven't really found the way to do that with the appropriate amount of humility.  That being said, I want people to be engaged, if only the maybe 6 people that read my blog.  So, I'm just going to post this newsweek article, strongly encourage you to read it and tell you that I think it makes a lot of sense.

I think we're facing something in our nation right now that could be a huge turning point.  I think we're going to look back on this in 50 years and either be ashamed at the stance we took or proudly tell our children how we fought for personal freedoms.  Maybe I'm wrong, but I hope I'm not.  I implore you to be engaged, be thoughtful, tap into compassion and understanding, and then take a stance that represents all of that, whatever it may be.

Love you all!

 

Today is Friday in the Real World

I know what day it is. And I don't wear prairie dresses... Craig.

All of you should know that my brother once hid a bat behind the bed and when he realized my mom was mad about it, he blamed it on me. She yelled at me and when I told her it was Craig, she yelled at me even more for lying. This is what I suffered in my youth.

Of course, when I say all of you should know something I mean Bryce and Craig himself because you're the only people who read this. So, really just Bryce because Craig already knew. So Bryce, feel free to be outraged on my behalf.

Man camp month continues in the Canyon. This weekend we have Northwest Boot Camp. It's not actually a boot camp at all. In fact, they spend most of their time indoors and having silent reflection time. So about as different from actual boot camp as you can get. It's actually some kind of John Eldridge weekend. The men love John. I'm sure they're talking a lot about being wild at heart (probably not so much about being captivating- that's for me and my kind).

What I do appreciate about this weekend is that they came for an extra day meaning they got here yesterday and also meaning I have an extra day in the Sassy. Although that also meant that it was the mother of all HK days yesterday. We had to clean everything. It wasn't that bad but I didn't get my random fun Friday afternoon projects. Jen promised me we could wash Triton (our HK truck) next week to make up for it. We just got a new car wash hose, so that will be fun. Also, I got to use the laminator today! This is the excitement in my life.

On a more disturbing note, I read an article on MSN that said we accidentally sent nuclear detinators to N. Korea when we meant to send them like batteries or something. I feel like that's a mistake we should be more careful not to make. The Pentagon guy quoted basically said "Whoopsie!" Then today I read an article saying that N. Korea has been building a nuclear reactor in Syria... I'm going on a search for a bomb shelter. I'm almost positive the baghwan would have secretly built one for himself somewhere on property. I will be moving in and will come out 20 years from now. Hilarity will ensue, just like Blast from the Past starring Brendan Fraser and Alicia Silverstone. See you in 20 years.

Maybe I'll turn my blog into political musings. I'll become famous like that Huffington Post woman. Hmm...

Let's be honest, I'll probably just keep talking about how we got a new safe in Sassy and how it was the best day ever because of it.

Coming home in 9 days!