Saturday, February 23, 2008
Before I sign off for the evening, here's another noteworthy "hunky" man:
Phenomenal actor. Pretty much anything he puts his name on turns to pure gold. So many of his movies become instant classics. "Independence Day", "Men in Black", so many fine movies for one artist to put his name on... And tho I'm not a big rap/hip hop fan, I confess that I like much of his work as a musician, too. Like "Getting Jiggy Wit It", and "Switch", and "Wild Wild West"... The man is just brilliant. Who would have thought all those years ago when he was rhyming and rapping and acting in The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, that he would turn into a box-office legend. HA! His current film is "I Am Legend". How do you like that? And he is.
He's also mighty fine to look at. He has the most engaging smile. You can't help but smile with him. I also like that slightly acerbic sense of humor that can suddenly shift into the realm of silliness, without a warning. He's got a body that just won't quit; and that mocha complexion is so smooth and sexy. You've also got to respect his business acumen and his dedication to his family. Doesn't matter if your white, black, brown, red, or yellow... if you're a woman, and you're not gay, you have got to appreciate what Will Smith has to offer.
So, that's about it for now. Think I may go turn in for the night. See ya later.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Pete told Dr. Hogue that I haven't been to see that shrink that he referred me to after that little "episode" I had when I messed up my pills. I know what was wrong with me then. I don't need to talk to a stranger about my problems. Dr. Hogue seems to think I do. I don't see what the big deal is. Doesn't everyone have feelings of inadequacy, sometimes? Doesn't everyone feel afraid or stupid or incompetent on occasion? Doesn't every one feel a little suicidal every once in a while? That's life. You deal with it and move on, right?
So... here's some more "hunky" guys. These guys are pretty note worthy I think.
The first is Colin Farrell, a beautiful, Irish "tough guy" actor. I like him. He's just like a regular guy. A macho regular guy, but regular nevertheless. I think he'd be a great person to just hang out with, have a few drinks, get a buzz on. He strikes me as the kind of guy who gets funny when he's buzzed. He also strikes me as the kind of guy with plenty of stamina.
His movies tend to be a bit too gory or too tense for me, but in the interviews I've seen him in, he seems interesting, like he has a good sense of humor. I saw him in that Alexander movie, too. The man is just fine. Mind you, I'm not saying I'd like to be "bests friends" with him, but a night out? Sure. I could do that.
Number two for tonight is Josh Bernstein, ex-host of Digging for the Truth on the History Channel. That was a great show. Until Josh quit hosting and they got that "Semper Fi" gung-ho guy to host. I just didn't like him. And besides, he didn't strike me as the kind that really knew what he was talking about. And the show became less about the science and the history and more about snakes and death and human sacrifice and stuff. Like history for the Jerry Springer set. Stupid. Josh is smart. But he doesn't talk down to you. Thank God he's got stuff in the works for Discovery Channel. I have hopes that he'll be back on TV soon. I miss him. He's very handsome, but in a sort of "boy next door" way. That is if the boy next door was an archaeologist and a survival expert/trainer, and spoke about fifty different languages (a complete exaggeration, but you get the point, right?). And oh yeah, if the house next door that said boy lived in was a yurt. Anyway... I admire this guy, and I think he's sexy as hell. I'd like to meet him, talk to him, go exploring with him... The dude lives in a freaking yurt, for God's sake! How can you not be impressed with that???
So... been watching the news a bit. This whole brouhaha about McCain is just stupid. And the one about Obama is stupider (yes, I'm aware that isn't a word, but it describes the situation perfectly). And the media just keeps trying to stir a stink and the odor just isn't there. They keep trying to report on this election cycle like they've reported on the last ones for forever. And it just ain't happening. There is no there there, to use one of Olbermann's favorite quotes. They keep wanting to turn it into a Springer show and there aren't any in-bred, trailer trash, who's my baby's Daddy, hoochie mommas to throw into the ring. I know, I know, sex sells, the truth doesn't.
... "one pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small. And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice..." something... I don't remember what.
Think I'll go ask her if I can have the one that makes me go to sleep. See you guys later.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
So... it was a strange phone call. I still don't quite know what he wanted even tho we spoke for half an hour. Who knows??? Certainly not I. Maybe he will call again one of these years and I can ask him.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
And I use that term "elected" officials very loosely. If anyone bothers to learn about the way the people in our government get the jobs they hold, they will swiftly come to realize that "We The People" don't "elect" anyone. Elections are all smoke and mirrors. Tricks to make us believe we have a voice. A street magicians sleight of hand to keep us looking at one hand while they pick our pockets with the other. It's all just a paliative to keep us in line.
Well, that's my rant for the day. If I keep on, I may bust a vein.
See you later.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
(If you'd like, you can click on their names for more information)
Occupation: NASCAR Sprint Cup Racecar Driver
I call him "My little Marlboro Man". Don't ask me why. He just looks like he could play the part. I'm a big NASCAR fan so I took an interest in Clint Bowyer as soon as he came on the scene. Anyone who gets a ride at Richard Childress Racing is worth taking a long look at. In the beginning, my interest was only because he was a new guy coming up and I always watch the new guys to see who will make it and who won't. Clint was pretty good right out of the box. It didn't take him long to be one of the broadcaster's favorite interviews. That's when I first saw his fierce blue-gray eyes. He has such a piercing gaze, like a hawk. And the most mischevious grin you've ever seen. I also like that sexy little swagger he has in his stroll. He's certainly not a "metrosexual". He's rugged and manly looking. I like that about him. At 28, he's actually a little young for me. I usually like my men to have a little age on them. It might be fun to teach him a thing or two, though. Then again, he might just teach me something new. Either way, it would be interesting.
NATO Supreme Allied Commander - Europe
2004 Democratic Presidential Candidate
This guy is just yummy. In my opinion they just don't get any sexier than Wes Clark. Scholar, Warrior, Leader... who doesn't find that irresistable? He's so intelligent, so stalwart, so honorable... It's almost intimidating to think of him in a physical way. Actually, when I first became a supporter back in 2003, I didn't think of him in "that way" at all. I mean, I noticed he was handsome, who wouldn't, but I didn't really dwell on it. It wasn't the most important thing about him. I was overwhelmed by his superior intellect and his common sense. Then I had a dream about him in which we were intensely intimate. You have to understand that I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one was so extremely vivid, it actually woke me up. I can now say that I can imagine quite clearly what General Clark tastes like. Long story short (sort of), I've had the hots for him ever since. The man literally makes my mouth water. He has deep, dark hazel eyes. He looks somewhat mysterious. I like those pointy eye teeth, too. I bet his nibbles feel really nice. He is remarkably fit for a man of 63, but what else would you expect of a man who spent 34 years in the military? He has strong looking hands and he looks ever so fine in uniform with all his awards and medals on his chest.
When the first Star Wars movie came out I was an eleven year old, pre-teen girl. I recall that everyone was going ga-ga over Mark Hamill, the guy who played Luke Skywalker. Being the strange little girl that I was, I was completely turned off by "nice guy" Luke. The guy that made my little heart go pitter-patter was Han, played by a virtual unknown by the name of Harrison Ford. See, I told you guys I always liked older men. Han was just the coolest, the sexiest, the manliest thing I'd ever seen. I loved that sense of danger coupled with sensitivity and humor, that the character portrayed. Many of the rolls he has played since are, at heart, still that way. At 65, he is getting on in years, I guess, but he's still sexy in that strange, not quite handsome way, that he's always been. I dare say he will be until the day he dies. He has never been the "classic" leading man. The characters he protrays are gritty, witty, wise, self-centered, soft-hearted, funny, flamboyant, conniving, manipulating... and he pulls it all off with pinache. His face has "character". It's a strong face, a good face. He looks like the kind of man you can depend on. I like his rugged features and the sparkle in his eyes. And his hair looks so soft. I'd love to run my fingers through his hair. And his mouth... with a mouth like that he's bound to be a good kisser...
Guitarist for The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Singer - Songwriter
What can I say about this guy? I think he definitely looks better with long hair. He's crazy sexy with long hair. And he's so talented. The way he plays guitar, it's like he's all alone in his own little world... just him and his guitar, making love... I think it would be nice to go there with him. I imagine he is a tender, considerate lover. With lots of hidden passion. Being with him would be satisfying on many different levels, I think. I like the way he moves when he's playing. He's so abandoned, his movements are so free, and his face is inward-looking. Like he's completely lost in what he's doing, feeling and enjoying each sensation. I imagine he would be like that during sex.
NASCAR Commentator - Championship Winning Crew Chief
This guy has the most vivid blue-green eyes. When the camera gets him at a good angle it will flat take your breath away. He's just awesomely sexy. I keep having this fantasy of snuggling up in his lap (te-he-he, giggle, giggle). I like the way he looks coming and going. They showed him on TV a couple of years ago, demonstrating how a pit crew works. He was playing the part of the tire changer. When he knelt down to change that tire and the camera got a good shot of that ass! Oh Lord! He is just fine, fine, fine. Looking at this man makes me hungry. And I'd love to take a bite. He's smart, funny, successful, looks good in jeans and a t-shirt, looks good in a tux. Actually, scratch that. Jeff Hammond looks delicious in a tux. Like a wonderful present just waiting to be unwrapped. At 51, he's a little bit heavier than he used to be when he was working on cars instead of running his mouth for a living, but he's still super sexy. He's a little thicker around the middle than he used to be, but then again... so am I. And hey, it's nice to have something to hold on to when its cold. And he's still muscular. He may be heavier, but he's still firm, not flabby. I'd love to run my hands over every inch of that hard body of his. The thought of that makes my heart beat faster, for sure.
Dr. Michio Kaku
Theoretical Physicist - Professor - Author
Ah God! This man has such a brilliant mind! At the age of 61 he is not "buff", he's not athletic. I suspect that he never has been. But none of that matters, because his mind is what makes him so sexy. I think it must be something instinctual. When a woman encounters a man who is so obviously, Earth-shatteringly intelligent, her body has to just naturally feel the urge to procreate. I mean, you would instinctively want to pass those genes down to your offspring, right? Not that I want any more kids, one is quite enough for me, thank you. But you know what I mean, right? How could any woman not want her kids to be that smart? And the fact that it doesn't exactly hurt to look at him is a plus. A nice plus, but a plus nevertheless. It isn't a nessessity. I look at him and I imagine that in another place and time he would hold the place of tribal leader, or shaman. A person of strong beliefs, keen intelligence, and sensativity. I believe that Dr. Kaku is a very sensual man in his heart. No one could have such a feeling for the natural world and not be a sensual, sexy, ardent lover.
Washington Post Political Reporter - MSNBC Political Analyst - Author
Perhaps not the man your average woman would fantasize about, but then... I'm not your "average woman". Never have been. I usually need to feel some amount of respect for a man in order to feel attracted to him. Dana Milbank is such a man. I have a tremendous amount of respect for his abilities as a reporter, a commentator, a writer, an observer of the world. He has the ability to understand what people are really saying and convey that to us, Joe and Josephine Q. Public, without talking down to us. He has an especially wry sense of humor, though he can sometimes show a sillier side, witness the picture above. Since he is always impeccably dressed it's really hard to tell what sort of shape he really has, but I love his hands. They look strong. As a political junkie, it helps that he seems to "lean my way". I can usually agree with most everything he says. I must say that goes a long way toward making him attractive to me. I think he'd be comfortable to snuggle with. And he has a sensual mouth. I think he'd be a great kisser. The way he has his collar loosened in the picture on the left makes me think that he'd be a lot of fun if you could get behind that "oh so proper" demeanor. I also love the way he kind of quirks his eyebrow and half-smiles when he hears someone say something he doesn't neccessarily agree with. Like I said, if he ever loosens up more than his collar, I bet he's as fun and physical as any woman could wish.
Host of cable news netork MSNBC's "Countdown with Keith Olbermann"
I am obsessed with Keith Olbermann. I don't always agree with everything he says, but his rapier wit and his raw emotion when he goes on his rants is just mind blowing. You have to respect that kind of passion. He's actually not all that attractive to me, physically. I love his sense of humor. I admire his wit, his knowledge. I respect his ability to put his emotions out there for everyone to see. I suspect that he'd be a real pain to have to live with, so thank God I don't fantasize about that. So what do I fantasize about him for if I don't find him attractive? Well... I guess the fact that he's so tall, so big, and he dresses well, makes him a little attractive. And it's not like he's ugly or anything. I can't ever figure out if he's wearing a toupe or not. I'm pretty sure he is, but that shouldn't matter given who is next on my little list, but... it is kind of off putting. Nevertheless, I admire him so much on an intellectual level that I do find him quite sexy, without feeling the least bit of physical attraction for him. It's purely cerebral. Not that I'm unfamilar with that concept or with feeling like this. I had such an intense intellectual crush on my 10th grade Ancient History professor. The man had a mind like I'd never encountered before. I think I was half in love with him, but that's an entirely different story... I'm not sure I'd want to "go to bed" with Keith Olbermann even if I got the chance. I think it would be purely orgasmic to just sit and talk with him. Perhaps even to just sit and listen while he did all the talking. Come to think of it, that scenario would probably get him off just fine, too. HA!
The man is just sizzlin' hot for 67 years of age. Even bald the man is sexy. Actually, I can't imagine him with hair. Yes, I know he's worn hair in some of his rolls. But I can't imagine him with real hair, his own hair. He must have had some at some point in his life. But I like him just fine like he is. He's got great legs, wonderful hands, a very expressive face. The thought of rubbing that bald pate gives me the shivers. It seems like such an intimate act to perform with this man. Almost like rubbing that "other" bald pate. Not to be too vulgar about it, but I'd just like to have down and dirty sweaty screaming wild sex with the man. Yes, yes, yes... I admire his acting. His ability to play any character, any scene, any genre, and make it believeable, is just awesome. But my first and continuing reaction to this guy has always been sheer lust. This is one of the rare ones that I don't think I would even have to feel respect for, although I do. But even if I didn't, I would still want to do the wild thang with him. Sometimes you just have that reaction to some people. Hey, I'm not here to analize, I'm just saying what is.
Race Car Driver - Track Owner - Philanthropist
Oh Lord! This man is just awesomely sexy. I love the "danger" aspect of what he is. He doesn't just drive racecars for a living. It's what and who he is. All he wants to do is drive fast and win. Being someone who is afraid of practically everything, I admire his lack of fear in anything. I love his plain spoken ways, the way he just tells you whats on his mind. He doesn't fool around and he doesn't seem concerned that his sponsor might not like what he says. If a member of the media asks him a stupid or repetative question, he tells them what he thinks of it. If someone gets in his way when he's mad, he'll walk right over or through them. If the NASCAR officials do something that he thinks isn't right, he tells everybody. He's not the least bit "politically correct". And if he sees a child in need, he tries to help. He's donated millions of dollars to children's charities over the years. He's also donated, if not millions, then hundreds of thousands, to the foundation to help older racecar drivers. The ones who paved the way for all those in racing today and who didn't get paid for it. He has actually paid the medical bills for some of them himself. I love the way he is a tough guy and also a big softie at heart. He always tries to do the right thing as he sees it. And he doesn't care that not everyone sees the right thing the same way he does. He throws tantrums like a two year old, and stands up and takes it on the chin like a man. He has his own complicated code of honor and he adheres to it absolutely. He's a winner, a champion in every mode of racing he's ever competed in. He has a great smile, and I confess to a deep desire to bite him on the lower lip. The right side, specifically. Yes, he's a little bit pudgy, but that's just more to love. And I'd love to get my arms around the man. I like the way he's letting his hair grow out longer this year. It's a nice look for him. I'm also fascinated by how fast his facial hair grows. If he's smooth shaven at the start of the race and the race goes over long, he has more than 5 o'clock shadow when its over with. I love the scruffy look on him anyway. He looks great with that almost beard he goes around in all the time. It just makes him look sexier. And I love the way his chest hairs kind of peek out of the top of his shirt sometimes. I'd really like to feel that, run my fingers through it... He's also got the most beautiful, most mishcevious brown eyes. They sparkle and shine when he's pulling a prank or telling a joke. They flash with anger when he's riled up. And they look so deep and soulful when he's talking about something that really means a lot to him, like his children's charities. I also like the way that he respects the older drivers. That's just a part of what makes him so sexy. I love his desire and his drive to be the best. I'd like to find out if that also applies to his efforts in the sack.
I think I'm going to wrap this list up now. There are more fellows out there that get my motor running. But this post is becoming rather ridiculously long. Perhaps they will pop up another time.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I suppose you guys can guess what my previous statement refers to. Its the campaign robo-calls. So far I've gotten 4 recorded John McCain calls, one recorded Cindy McCain, two recorded Mike Huckasleeze calls and my hubby got one John McCain. One of my John McCains was even an opinion poll kind of call. But not one Democrat has bothered to call me and ask for my vote. That kinda pisses me off. Of course, the person who used to have my phone number before I did, may have been a Republican donor or something. Who knows...
I have seen a couple Obama commercials and 3-4 Hillarys. Neither of them seems to be working too hard to convince Georgians to vote for them. Course, we are just hicksville down here. And it is true that Georgia, like our neighbor S. Carolina, is a Republican stronghold. But I think they would get more voters than they think if they would just bother to campaign here, bother to ask us for our vote. I'm feeling pretty disenfranchised by the DNC right now. I feel like they ignore us. They have no sympathy for the plight of Democrats in Georgia. Of course, they disenfranchised the voters in Florida and Michigan this year, too. Who would have thought that would happen? Like they think they can win the White House without winning Florida?! What idiots. Still trying to play the same old games and don't even realize that the moment is passing them by. Has already passed them by for all I can tell. I certainly don't think of myself as an establishment Democrat. I am an Independent who votes Democrat so as not to waste my vote.
Anyway... just thought I would give out the tally. Show you all how much these candidates want my vote, ha! I will be going to vote after Pete comes home from work. I hate having to wait that long. But I don't have any choice. Besides... we always go as a family when we vote. Then it's back home to watch the returns. I think it's very exciting. I can't wait to cast my vote. I know I will be on pins and needles while watching the returns come in. This is almost as exciting as the general will be.
See you guys later. I may come back and blog some as the results are coming in.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I grew up listening to country music, bluegrass, gospel. When I was very small, the only rock and roll I new was Elvis. Only, I was too young to know it was rock and roll. When I was about 5 or 6 I branched out into rock and pop, but there were elements of country music that I liked all the way through my childhood, teen years and on into middle age. The following (in no particular order) are some of the artists I grew up listening to, singing along with, liking...
That's The Way Love Goes
Always a classic. There are very few Merle Haggard songs that I don't like. His voice speaks directly to my heart. I think its incredibly expressive... soulful... beauty filled and pain wracked. This clip does not actually show Merle, but the recording is what I am used to with this song.
Now then Miss Pam, you wanna talk about sexy??? Merle Haggard has always been a very sexy man. (but then, I like that slightly imperfect, a little rough around the edges, look in a man.) Besides, it wouldn't matter what he looked like, I hear that voice and I just melt into a puddle.
My mother hated this song. I suppose she had cause, since it's about a woman begging another woman not to take her man. I can't imagine my mother ever begging like that. But I guess some women do. I love this song, not for the subject matter, but for the arrangment. The lyrics are so fluid, the guitar sounds wistful yet almost playful at the same time. And Dolly has the most beautiful voice of any female artist I've ever heard (tho Jesse Colter and Emmylou Harris come close).
Always On My Mind
There are not too many songs that Willie does that aren't good. Such an awesome talent. From "Red Headed Stranger" to "Stardust" to "Maria Shut Up and Kiss Me", it's all good. Sometimes his personal life got more headlines than his artistry, but one day... when he's gone... we are all going to be sorry.
Willie Nelson, along with Waylon Jennings, and Hank Williams, Jr. is a huge part of the soundtrack to my life.
A Good Hearted Woman
The late, great Waylon Jennings. My uncle Donnie's most favorite artist. He even named his son after him, Justin Waylon. The man did so much for country music. Besides being a great singer and performer, he was a phenominal song writer in his own right. I think in his pairings with his wife, Jesse Colter, and with Willie Nelson (who is one of the all time greatest song writers), his ability as a writer was somewhat over-shadowed by the talents of the other two.
Hank Williams, Jr.
One of the all time greatest get drunk, get in a huddle and sing at the top of your lungs, songs. I admit I have done that a time or two in my life. I can proudly proclaim that I know every word, and the phrasing thereof, to this song. Hank Williams, Jr. is just a good time, party like there's no tomorrow, spend your rent money on one more round, kinda singer. I know he's played every arena and stadium in America to tens of thousands of cheering fans, but his music is best suited to a barroom. And I do mean a bar. The kind with a jukebox in the corner, and sawdust on the floor. The kind of place where they have to move the tables around to make room to dance. Anyway... he's an American icon, and not because of that stupid damned "Monday Night Football" ditty.
David Allan Coe
You Never Even Called Me By My Name
"The perfect country and western song". If the man had never done another song in his life, this one would put him right up there with the others on this list. One of my favorite songs to sing at the top of my lungs whether drunk or sober. It's just that good. I have never Karaoke'd in my life, but I think I could do this one in front of any number of strangers. It's just so fun to sing.
Wasted Days & Wasted Nights
One of the all-time greatest Country Music Classics. My uncle Buddy used to make his wife so mad by calling him, "Freddy Fender the Taco Bender", whatever that's supposed to mean. I loved Freddy Fender when I was growing up. This is probably his most well known song, along with "Before the Next Teardrop Falls", but the man had an incredible voice and did many enjoyable songs.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Geddy Lee has one of the most wonderful rock n roll voices going. He's skinny, lanky and you could chop wood with that blade-like nose. And still, he's sexy. Go figure. They play on the off-beat. They have such an asymetrical sound. I like it. This song is perhaps one of the best examples of their "off-beat" style.
Hair of the Dog
What a great driving song! I don't mean the beat is "driving", the song is great to drive the car to. But it makes you drive faster than you probably should. This video is obviously lip-synched, but... that was "standard procedure" back in those days when a band appeared on a TV variety show.
When I see You Smile
My ode to Makoto Nagano because I love his smile. I don't know what it is about the man, but he is just plain beautiful to me. I have this whole big fantasy in my head about what he's like, what it would be like to meet him, ect., ect. And tho I know it is a fantasy and I'll never meet him and he probably isn't anything like I imagine him to be, his smile is still inspiring to me. When I watch Sasuke while I'm doing my walks or my exercises, I can do more, walk faster, feel stronger, when I see his smile. Don't ask me what it means, I couldn't tell you. It just is what it is.
Sniff n the Tears
One of my all time favorite songs, EVER. I never get tired of this song. It is so sexy. It gives me chills. And it makes me feel... alive. Listening to it in the car can also result in speeding fines if you aren't careful. It's a special favorite of mine during my walks. The singer does not look anything like what his voice would lead you to believe he should look like. He's so cool in this video, tho. All the other guys are there sort of twitching, shaking their shoulders or making some movement and he's just... um... there. With that voice, he doesn't have to do anything else, tho. It's kinda hoarse, kinda husky, with a slight undertone of screechiness. I like it. This song also makes me want to bang on something. I'd love to learn how to play the drums.
I'm In You
Quite possibly the sexiest, most beautiful man God ever placed on this Earth. I have been in love with this artist since I was 8 years old. Before "Frampton Comes Alive", before he went "Hollywood", before he lost everything and had to work as a "studio musician" to make ends meet, before David Bowie took pity on him and asked him to tour with him as a member of his band! He was beautiful when he was young and had all that wonderful blonde hair. He's beautiful now, when he's old and doesn't have hardly any hair left at all. He's just beautiful. He was my first serious "crush" and he's still the only fellow who could ever make me forget that either of us is married. I'd give almost anything to be able to see him perform, just once, before one or the other of us dies.
That's about it for now, folks.
Thanks for playing along.
Warning! Political Content Ahead!!! (scroll down for the "gossip")
Watched the Democratic debate just now. You all knew I would. It was pretty interesting. Hillary and Obama were both on their best behavior. They talked about the issues and even when they split hairs they did it gently. Since they mostly agree, point for point, with one another, it is rather difficult for them to make a distinction one from the other without fabricating or taking things out of context. Since the more I listen to them the more I realize that there isn't a pennyweights difference between them as far as their policies go; my vote is still going to Hillary. I mean, if you can't tell the difference between them by reading their position papers, then... what have you got to go on? What is the deciding factor? What do you base your decision on? Since I have to make a choice, and since I basically like them both and think that either of them would make a good President... my deciding factor is just going to have to be gender. That's the only real difference between the two. One is a woman and one is a man. True, one is white and one is black (well, a nice, toasty brown color, anyway). But since I am essentially color blind when it comes to choosing the right person to do a job, that difference doesn't matter to me. So... do something really different: vote for a woman. We've always had male Presidents. Let's do something really wild and wonderful. Let's elect a woman and see what kind of screw ups she can make. I bet they would be really different from the screw ups men make. At least it would be interesting, eh?
I also watched some of the after debate analysis from the so called "experts". Not two minutes into the after debate show and they were already misquoting the candidates, taking their comments out of context, leaving things out, miss-characterising them... I think the media are just really stumped on this one. A black man and a woman. They tried to get the race issue onto the front burner and failed. They tried to get the gender issue on the front burner and failed. They tried to get the "they really don't like each other" issue going and that didn't pan out for them either. Just this morning they were all saying that the campaigns had gone too far and caused a schism in the Democratic party. There was too much animosity between the two camps for them to ever come together enough to beat a Republican. This morning all the major news outlets had basically written the Democrats off. The Repugnicant mouth-pieces were practically licking their chops with glee. "The Democrats have lost the White House for themselves". "The Republican candidate, whomever he may be, is going to be the winner in November". I saw one actually giggling and wringing his hands in anticipation! He looked like a cartoon character. And now Obama and Clinton have held what has to have been the single most civil debate in the history of debates. Even when Barack "got tough" on Hillary, he was almost diffident about it, almost apologetic! And she was the same when calling him on something. The last question was something about would either of them consider joining the other on the Democratic ticket in the VP slot. Of course neither would say "yes" but then, neither would say "no" either. It would be an unbeatable ticket, I think. I'm not sure either likes the other well enough have him or her as first choice for a running mate, but it would be a historical event for our nation. Historical and hysterical. I'd like to see the Republican nominee try to run against that. How would they without mentioning race and gender. How would anyone want to vote for the same tired old men that the Republicans have put forth when they could vote for an exciting ticket like Obama/Clinton or Clinton/Obama. They'd have to run against the good times of the Clinton years and the vigor and newness of Obama. I don't think they could beat that.
Herstory Chapter II
Let's see... we left off in Chapter I as Mama, my sister and I arrived in Florida. I was two and a half years old. Needless to say, I don't remember everything and the things I do remember are mostly impressions and feelings with a "dreamlike" quality about them. I remember living in a little bitty camper trailer beside my Granny's house. It had a gas oven. That scared me. I never could figure out why until just now. Wow. I wonder why it never struck me before. I knew that Mama was scared of the oil heater in the house we lived in later, but it never hit me until just now, writing this... I was scared of that oven because Mama was scared of it. All those years ago and I barely remember it except the feeling of fear, and now I know why. I suppose that's why I'm afraid of gas appliances to this day. I can deal with a gas stove, but I would not bake at all if all I had was a gas oven.
Another thing I remember about that camper trailer was the bedroom. It was such a tiny little trailer. There was a living room/kitchen/dining area in the front; then there was a tiny little room with a potty in it. No tub or shower. We had to go to my Granny's house to wash up. There was a closet sort of a thing opposite the potty room and then a sleeping area. Since that was all the space we had, Mama had all the stuff she could get from Tennessee in there with all our clothes and toys and stuff. (How did she get all that stuff if we left Tennessee with nothing but the clothes on our backs, you ask? Because my uncle Buddy, my mom's oldest brother, drove up to Keith's house and told him he would break him into little bitty pieces if he didn't hand it over. That's how. I learned that much later.) Anyway, the point of remembering that little bitty sleeping area (I won't dignify it by calling it a "bedroom") is this: we didn't live in it for long, but it was winter when we did. And it was cold. I know, I know, it was Florida. Well, it gets cold down there, too, once or twice a winter. Even 40's and 50's feel cold if you don't have any heat. Anyway... there was all this stuff in there and Mom's clothes and our stuff. And there were two dressers stacked one on top of the other and I was always afraid they would topple over on us while we slept. Our bed, mine and my sisters, was a little folding cot underneath the hanging clothes kinda behind the dressers. And when we got cold we would lay with our heads at opposite ends of the cot and put our feet and legs inside each others nightgowns and overlap our gowns for added warmth. Don't laugh, it works. When it got really, really cold, like below freezing, we would go sleep at Granny's house. Lots of times we slept there anyway because Mama worked nights at Deep South Foods. She worked days at GE and sometimes she would also work at the packing house, packing carrots and radishes and what not for transport to the stores. I don't know how she found the time or the energy to go to nursing school. But she did. And she sang a lot, though she couldnt carry a tune to save her life. The whole family sang. We all sang in the church choir. We sang while we played. We sat around the tv and sang with the musicians on Hee Haw (I liked Roy Clark better than Buck Owens). We'd hang out on the front porch of my Granny's house and sing (I Saw the Light and Jesus is Coming Soon, being two of our favorites, along with the Elvis stuff, of course). Sometimes we would have a fish fry in the back yard and one of the boys (my uncles) would drive the car around to the back and turn on the radio. If there wasn't a race on we would listen to music. Country mostly, but also a little rock n roll, if one of the boys was in control of the tuner.
I have some idea, now, of how hard it must have been for my mother. Keith didn't pay child support and Mama worked all the time, and after my Papaw got sick and after he died, she tried to help her mother out. My Granny still had three minor children at home when Papaw died. Tina, Donnie (my favorite uncle to this day) and Charles. But we had fun. We were too young to realize just how poor we were. And anyway, we lived in a little community out in the sticks (back then it was) and everyone around us was just as poor as we were, if not more so. My uncle Donnie taught me to play cards. Crazy 8's, Go Fish, Rummy... all those kinds of "age appropriate" card games. He also taught me how to write my name before I ever started school. He was my hero. The father figure I never had, I suppose, although he was just a few years older than me. He and Charles had the responsibility of watching us girls after school and boy did they hate it! But they were good to us nevertheless.
Shortly after that first winter back in Florida, my uncle Buddy helped my mom buy a regular sized trailer house. A 14x74. It had a big living room, a eat in kitchen that was big enough to have a real table. It had a long hallway with a small bedroom first, then a full bath, and at the very end of the trailer was a bigger bedroom. Me and my sister got the big bedroom cause you could fit two twin beds in it. We still mostly slept in one together, tho. Did that until we were teens and each had our own room.
I think that I will wrap this chapter up here. Chapter three will deal with going to school, my first crush, and Mama's marriage to Wendell Weiss. It's late and I think I want to sleep now.