potpouri

sooo... where to start? tom thinks i should blog about my impressions of the caucus that i went to (along w/ all my like-minded brethren) this week. granted, having all these like minded people in the same room gave me goosebumps, but i'm not sure it's "bloggable". and just so you know, you're now reading a blog from someone who was voted in as the permanent secretary of precinct 13... that's right... i got a badge. a great night, tho, restoring my hope for humanity. and americans. ok, well, at least half of the americans...

reagan is too young to tamp down the emotions she feels. she sees anything w/ elmo (tv, on a diaper, in a book) and it's unbridled bliss. smile ear to ear, audible cooing/giggling, arms flapping, head nodding joy, while trying to hug the elmo diaper or elmo tv or elmo book. i forget how cool it is to have a 1 yr old learning about their world.

big arse glasses on female celebs... makes me want to reach out and smack their stupid arse heads. can we be done w/ those yet? i know this will shock some people, but i'm not into people magazine, or enquirer, or O-prah, etc... but i still can't avoid seeing these anorexic, coked up, hair weaved, orange-fake tanned, botoxed, primped, tucked, nipped, stupid, fake, immature, no talent sk*nks w/ their water bottles in hand, and big arse sunglasses on, striking a pose while trying to look like they aren't striking a pose. just OD already and let's move on.

so, we had some very adequate canister recessed lighting in our home... but was the wife happy? oh, no... she wanted bigger cans. and who could blame her? so we took the plunge and got some bigger canisters installed... cha ching... so if anyone wants some floor lights, lemme know - they're yours. if not, craigs list is a callin'.

that is all...