Like it’s not troubling enough that my husband has a crush on Sarah Palin. Now he is convinced that the feelings are mutual.
You know all that winking she did at the camera last night?
Rick, honey, I don’t know how to break this to you but she wasn’t winking at you. She was winking at the American people because doggone it, she’s fighting for them.
Of course, Joe Biden promises to do that too. Just with far less eye twitching.
I really thought Biden got into a groove during the debate, especially when it came to the subject of foreign policy.
You know what guy I’m talking about, right? Biden? He was the one on the stage with Sarah Palin. Off to the left. Oh, I’m absolutely sure you saw him. The one with the nice smile. Well, trust me, he rocked it on the topics of Iraq and the fight against terrorism.
The governor of Alaska certainly avoided any major missteps and held her own last night. The debate structure kept her from being challenged much, even when she completely avoided answering questions or gave vague, confusing and awkwardly phrased answers.
Like when the moderator tried to ask her about bankruptcy courts and Palin answered, “I want to talk about, again, my record on energy versus – your ticket’s energy – ticket also.”
I would have preferred more back and forth between the two candidates so we could have actually gotten some substantive information, and not as much rehearsed campaign rhetoric from the two of them.
Frankly, I think the McCain campaign should take a page from “Singing in the Rain” and hire someone to secretly dub in a different voice over Palin’s. (Note to Senator McCain: Debbie Reynolds is still alive and well.)
Palin is very telegenic but I just find her voice so terribly grating and snarky. Throw in those folksy phrases and she just doesn’t seem like my kind of vice president.
Not to mention president.
Nearly one in three vice presidents go on to become the president.
John McCain is 72 years-old, with recurring melanoma, the deadliest form of skin cancer.
President Sarah Palin.
See why this election is so important?
I’ve got a TV crush.
Now I know a lot of you are hung up on Kirby from “Lipstick Jungle” and, I too, breathed a sigh of eye candy relief when they signed him for the second season.
So please don’t think I’m disrespecting Kirby when I admit that I’m sort of smitten for a new guy.
And he’s a Republican.
I know. Gasp.
He’s Joe Scarborough, the former Florida Congressman and current host of Morning Joe on MSNBC.
Ok, how pissy are you right now that I posted a picture of Joe Scarborough and NOT Kirby?
But Joe deserves some props because it’s only through his humor, charm and smart commentary that I can even begin to try to face and understand our economic crisis.
This meltdown of our financial markets is panicking everyone I know. In my yoga class, the instructor added extra meditation time to try to calm nervous yogis. Great. Just what we need. More quiet time to focus on our breathing rapidly nosediving 401Ks.
This week Congress has sweetened the failed House bailout package and the Senate approved the new version. Now it’s up to the House of Representatives to deliver the votes. And save our economy! By bailing out the slimy millionaires who are responsible for all this!
But it must be done. Because a bad bill is better than no bill and a crumbling economy. (Rest assured, I minored in economics so I know what I’m talking about. I really did minor in economics. Whether I know what I’m talking about has yet to be determined.)
A 700 billion dollar bailout package. An angry, volatile stock market. A severe credit squeeze.
See why I need my morning Joe?
I already told my husband Rick all about my crush. Listen, he admitted weeks ago that he’s sort of hot for Sarah Palin. At least my crush is a MODERATE conservative.
Speaking of Sarah Palin, I’m way nervous about Thursday night. After a very cringe worthy interview with Katie Couric, expectations are incredibly low for her performance in the debate.
Low expectations + likability + sexy librarian look = The Vice Presidency.
I’m nervous. Biden better bring it on – in a respectful, intelligent, fix-our-economy, don’t-say-anything-stupid kind of way.
Ok, because I made you suffer through an entire post about the economy, here’s your reward. Enjoy your Kirby.
Because despite how much you may have lost in the stock market, at least his abs are still rock solid.
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There are no morning naps to contend with anymore. She’s outgrown them. There is no big sister racing around, spinning with energy and chattering away in an endless stream of nonsequitors. Instead, Dylan is racing and spinning and chattering happily at preschool.
Just simple, present, precious time. With Summer.
A chance to know my baby, who really isn’t a baby at all.
And I had time with someone else this past weekend. My mother. My fascinating, puzzling, passionate mother.
She is plowing her way through an aggressive social work program to earn her masters, so my time with her lately has been quite limited.
But she came up for a visit and the two of us were able to focus on each other. This is always a challenge for us. Because frequently we are like two acquaintances, awkwardly stuck in an elevator together, who struggle to find common ground.
But this visit we made it work, made it click.
We went to yoga class together, had lunch and had conversations that went like this…
“Mom, why do you keep your money in a plastic ziploc bag?” I asked.
“It’s just easier. I keep the cash in one bag and credit cards in another,” my mom explained.
“But wouldn’t it be easier to have a, oh i don’t know, A WALLET.”
“No, I tried that. It didn’t really work for me.”
“Really? Because it works for the other 6 billion people on earth.”
“No, I like this better.”
“Ok. That’s cool.”
And we had substantive conversations too that focused less on ziploc bags and more on parenthood and relationships and life.
I’ve always been a girl on the go. I’ve got stuff to do and I want to get to it. But sometimes I can stop. Connect and just be.
The being can be the hardest part. But it’s also the part that ends up meaning the most.
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Have you been longing for my post debate analysis? CNN tried to book me, but I told Wolf I had laundry to fold.
Yes, I did watch on Friday night.
Every minute of it, despite my inner boob tube demons that kept constantly urging me to watch Grey’s Anatomy on DVR instead.
I really didn’t feel like either candidate knocked it out of the auditorium. Obama certainly held his own on foreign policy. He did an excellent job of nailing home the point that we took our eye off Afghanistan and Bin Laden, the true villains of 9-11. Not Iraq.
But I thought McCain did a brilliant job of stressing his long history of experience without seeming like some old, disoriented man. His repeated comment to Obama, “What you don’t understand…” was very effective.
I’m not sure why McCain told us that the pen he was holding was really old. Maybe he was trying to look young and sprightly compared to his writing instrument.
And yeah, McCain stumbled over the name of Pakistan’s new president. But I seriously doubt most Americans can pronounce Asif Ali Zardari. And you know our current president doesn’t even realize there is a new president. So McCain is differentiating himself from Bush in that respect.
Of course, McCain also tripped over the name of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. But that seems kind of hard to say too.
I watched the debate with my mom, who’s in town for the weekend from North Carolina. She thought they both did a decent job discussing foreign policy. As for their appearance and behavior (you know, what REALLY counts)…
McCain: Good looking, although she thought he was rude with his repeated smirks.
Obama: Looked stately, more presidential. But he could put on a couple pounds.
I’m sure the french fries, pizza and milkshakes have already been ordered for Obama’s second debate prep. You know, to help him bulk up.
Of course, the real juicy debate will be next week between the man who has a penchant for saying some unpredictable things and the woman who has been passionate about foreign policy for a whole 3 weeks.
Grey’s Anatomy won’t even be a temptation.
I’ve been so erratic and all over the map lately. Really, I haven’t been a bit presidential. And now I’m thinking of suspending my blog so that I can focus solely on my angst.
Oh wait. I’m not running for President. I don’t need to suspend anything. I’ll just write about my stress (you know, rather than doing something actually constructive).
I’m completely overwhelmed by the kindergarten options for my daughter Dylan. Can you imagine if someone came up to me when I was a 20-something single girl, out drinking cocktails with my girlfriends and flirting with some guy in an Upper West Side bar and said to me, “Someday you will be freaking out so crazy about kindergarten choices.”
Oh no, not me. I would never be THAT pathetic.
But I am.
And at this point, I’m thinking we should just move out of Manhattan.
Last night I attended a THREE hour meeting at Dylan’s preschool to discuss kindergarten options… you know, private schools, public schools, talented and gifted programs, the ERB test, the OLSTAT test, the Stanford Binet test, the oh-my-gosh-I-have-no-friggin-idea-what-any-of-this-means-test, etc.
And you have to decide what’s best for your child and start applying RIGHT NOW. Well, actually three days BEFORE NOW.
And I had the additional pleasure of paying my babysitter $60 bucks for this experience.
So hence my current McCain-esque tailspin that is getting me nowhere.
When I got home, I was so brain-fried that I just put on the TV. I was excited that a new episode of “ER” was starting. No spoiler here if you are an “ER” fan, but I’m finally convinced that it really is the most depressing show on television (Rick’s been insisting this for years).
I was sobbing. On my couch. Watching ER. By Myself.
Apparently, it really is possible to become even more pathetic.
But I’m going to get my act together. Because if the government can solve our crippling economic crisis than I can certainly get a handle on Dylan’s kindergarten choices. It just takes a little focus, homework and internal calmness –
What? Oh, lawmakers haven’t solved our country’s financial problems yet? Well, jeez. That’s just another thing to worry about.