Thinks

It's Thursday. Once again I present my stream of consciousness. It's a bumpy ride.

Time is moving so quickly. It hardly seems possible that it is July; it seems I was complaining about ice yesterday. At this rate, I'll wake up an old woman in what will seem to be overnight.

I got a good, laugh out loud dose of irony on Monday morning, courtesy of MSNBC and Morning Joe.  Rudy Giuliani was the guest discussing the South Carolina Governor, Mark Sanford, and his affair. He was asked, with a straight face, if he thought Sanford should resign and if this was the end of Sanford's political career. Giuliani answered, with a straight face. What he said is immaterial, but it was no. Rudy Giuliani, really? The same guy who announced during a press conference he was leaving his wife, but neglected to inform his wife. So she finds out by TV. This Rudy Giuliani! The same guy who during that press conference praised the qualities of the mistress he was leaving his wife for? His second wife, the one he left his first wife for. Oh sweet irony, what would I do without you! Unfortunately for them, the brain trusts involved with this did not know they were being ironic. Which of course, makes it even better. You cannot make this stuff up. 

Minnesota finally has its second Senator, after eight months. The political junkie in me looks forward to the tap dancing that will ensue as the spineless Democrats attempt to spin the lack of meaningful action now that they can't whine about the Republican obstructionists. The citizen that I am wants the dancing to stop. It's time to play hardball or get out of the game. In the belly of the beast known as politics, this is what you call taking names and cracking heads. There is no more cover. I volunteer. Okay, I'm better now. 

Zing has been an absolute angel for a whole week. After a week of being a hormonal fool, this is an abrupt about face. He is actually paying attention and learning something. And so quiet. My, my. Perhaps the sweet nothing I was whispering in his ear got through to him. Snip, snip Zing.

I've been eating home grown greens for several days. I think I'm morphing into a rabbit. Snidely Fox hasn't come back to dig in the dirt and the rabbits are busy with my petunias, leaving my lettuce alone. I'm becoming obsessed with plant life.

Governor Mark Sanford needs to shut up and go to Argentina to be with his soulmate. He's not doing his wife, his children nor the citizens of South Carolina any good. None. Stop talking. Please. It's creepy and I don't want to hear you cry about the love of your life. Who is not your wife. Especially when as a congressman you condemned Bill Clinton for breaking his vows to his wife. You said that was the only thing that mattered. Please shut up and go to Argentina.

I truly hope I will never hear Family Values again in what remains of my lifetime. Fat chance, but a person can always hope. I almost swore.

Sometimes I think my life with Mark is interesting in a strange way. He's very smart, but not so 'with us', if you know what I mean. I made a quick dinner Wednesday night, which included gnocchi and leftover tomato meat sauce from a couple of days ago, as a side. He commented on how good the meal was. I said I used the leftover sauce and a package of gnocchi. He said, serious mind you, "A package of monkey?" I thought I would fall off my chair. He ate his food, liked his food and then wondered if I had fed him monkey. And never gave an indication that it wasn't normal. I live with this everyday of my life. Sometimes I laugh so hard my side hurts. Sometimes I want to smack him upside the head. I often ask him what it's like living inside that head. But he is really smart. Really, he is. He said if I post this, it will reflect badly upon me. Because I am married to him. What did I tell you?

I think people are letting technology rule their lives. Kristina talked about hating the fact that her friends expect her to be available on demand and that coming out to ride is the only time she is disconnected. I told her it's a choice kid. You don't need to leave the phone on. Turn it off, they'll get over it. I'm basically 1960's with a computer. I know just enough to be dangerous, but I don't know my own cell phone number, I don't know how to retrieve voice mail from my cell phone. I don't use my cell phone, the thing irritates me. I answer my land line if I feel like it. I then return the call if a message is left. I've got that annoying call waiting, which I completely, without reservation, ignore. I DO NOT TWEET and I really don't participate in facebook. But I have an account. I talk in person, I talk on the phone, I email some and I run off at the finger tips on a blog. Personal interaction is being whittled down to a tweet. Oy. But who am I to talk, I'm here. But that's different. That's me and not those I am righteously criticizing. Nothing like the perfection of self-applause.

I said it is a bumpy ride. It could have been worse, but I took the paved road.