Thought Rot

Why hello there.

Happy New Year!

Whatever that's supposed to mean. New Year's. So overrated.

I could go into a lengthy story of why I have been M.I.A. on this blog for the last 2 1/2 months. But you don't care. And I don't want to talk about it. And I don't need to tell you how busy the last few months of the year can be for everyone. So we'll just leave it at that!

The important thing is I'm back. And I hope you are too. Cuz "whatever I said, whatever I did, I didn't mean it....I just want you back for good. (want you back) (want you back) I want you back for good..." Sorry. My apologies. I have a habit of spontaneously bursting into song. It's a problem.

So, here's what I'm thinking about....

1. I bribed VidKid into not having a birthday party this year. I offered him 50 bucks and a trip to the movies if he'd not have a party. I let him make his choice....I told him I'd be more than happy to have a party if that is what he really wanted....but I also told him I'd let him keep the 50 bucks I would've spent on the party if he chose not to have one. Surprisingly, he chose the 50 bucks. I feel kind of bad. But then...I don't. I feel like a big winner too.

Sadly, I kind of did the same thing with Big Red. His birthday was at the beginning of December, and he wanted to have a party. Problem was....I couldn't think of one person to invite. Sadly, Big Red doesn't have a lot of friends. It makes me very sad. Sure, we could have invited his whole kindergarten class, but I didn't want to do that. It was going to be a Star Wars party...not for girls. And, quite frankly, I don't like it when my kid gets invited to the mass parties. Mostly, because I can't tell if they really want my kid to be there, or if they invited him/her to be there because they had to invite the whole class. Plus, call me overprotective, but I won't just drop my 6 year old kid off at some random person's house who I don't know. I don't know any of the kids/parents in Big Red's class. Well, I know two. But not enough of them to have a party.

So....I did what any good parent would do. I bribed him. With a family party to Chuck E. Cheese. Sure, the boys came home with some nasty stomach virus--complete with vomiting and the runs--but it was totally worth it . Poor Big Red. Maybe next year he'll have some friends. It would help if he was nicer. We're working on that.

Wonderella's birthday was also at the beginning of December, but it wasn't her year for a friend party, so didn't have to do that. So, December came and went and I didn't have to have one birthday party! Yee Haw!

I did host a Christmas party, however. You know...for me... and my friends. So don't think I got off totally scot-free.

I'm a horrible mother, aren't I?

2. Last night, Hamburglar signed both of us up to run in the Seattle Rock n' Roll Marathon. A half-marathon, of course. Hamburglar ran a full one last year, but he wants to join me on a half. Now, some of you may be thinking...."I didn't know that Kamilli was a runner!" Yeah... cuz I'm not. I hate running. Almost as much as I dislike looking at Michelle Obama. I hate it. It's not fun. With the exception of this picture.... I like this one.
But back to running. It hurts. I ran a 5k a few years ago, and my knees and hips ached for WEEKS. Take a look at runners you see on the street. Do any of them look happy? Are any of them smiling? The answer to that is a resounding NO!! So why in the AITCH would I want to go and pay 100 dollars to spend 2 hours running on a public road in agony and misery? Why, oh why, indeed.

Somehow, I've been duped into thinking that this is going to be something I need to do. So let the training begin. If nothing else, perhaps I will get in better shape and lose a few pounds....you know....so Big Red doesn't have to come up to me and say "I know you're pregnant, Mom....cuz you have a big belly....." Yeah. Nice.

3. Are we all fired up for election year??? Can you feel the excitement and the electricity in the air?? Can you???? Can you????

Yeah, me neither. Just not feeling the love right now. All I'm feeling is the loathing. No love...just loathing. Loathing for Obama and the incredible mess he is making of this country. Loathing for his complete disregard for the Constitution (Consumer Protection guy, anybody?). Loathing for his taxpayer-funded multi-million-dollar vacations. Loathing for his petty political games. Loathing for his socialist/Marxist policies. Loathing for pretty much everything about this administration.

We have to boot his butt to the curb, people. We HAVE to. If we don't, we are royally screwed. So whoever can beat him--THAT is who we need to elect. I don't know who that person is. But that is the person we need. I am not going to be ideological about this. I will be pragmatic. Not one of these politicians is someone who I completely agree with. But any one of them would be better than what we have. So whoever can beat--scratch that--whoever can CRUSH him, is who I will be voting for.

The problem is....can any of them do that?

I'll have more to say on this in the coming weeks/months....

And while I'm on politics, I need one more rant....I am tired of the hypocrisy on the left. Tired of their claims for "tolerance" all while they're spewing bigotry. Apparently, it's OK for them to be bigots...just not those of us on the right. Of course, they don't see themselves as intolerant...you know...cuz they're so enlightened and all. Whatever. I'm done taking it. I'm done smiling and biting my tongue. I will be respectfully and calmly calling people out on it from here on out.

4. I have been working with some other people in the community to build a select girls' high school feeder basketball program in my town. Tryouts are next week. I have put a lot of time/effort into this project, and I sure hope it works out. One of my biggest fears is that I'll get it up and going and Wonderella won't even make the team. Wouldn't that be awesome? hahaha... haha. ... ha. Sigh....