barak

I think he might be the real thing. I think he might be the man sent here to do the job, to get us out of the war, to help ease the tension of race relations, to stimulate the drag ass economy, to show global warming who's in charge I think this might be the answer. This guy, this ROCK STAR, Barack Hussein Obama.

Two's Company

We've had a fair amount of company this summer and it's made me feel like a big, fat lazy slacker. I love people. And I love to be around people. And I love to do stuff with people. But cooking, cleaning and taking care of people--that's the part I don't love so much. It's a lot of work. Where's the staff? Where's the crew? Where's the HELP?

I mean, you get out the cereal and eggs and toast and jelly and clean up and like two hours later, everybody's hungry again and there's more eating that has to happen. And more cleaning. Then a couple hours later it's dinner and they have to eat AGAIN. And you have to clean again. Basically, you're pretty much cooking and cleaning all day, with some brief eating in there and a couple conversations.

Here's the funny thing about me. I really like stuff clean and organized, but I'm most ineffectual at making things that way. To organize things makes me feel like I'm walking in ski boots through molasses with quicksand mixed in. It's all sloooooo moooooooooo.

My mom was sort of clean, but not neat. I think I inherited her distaste for tidying up and her love for whining about how dirty everything was and how she was the only person who ever cleaned anything at all up around the house.

And now I have a dog (who's the best person in the house, by the way). And he's a big lotta work, too. But somehow just knowing he can't help sets up the expectations early on and doesn't make me feel resentful.

Anyway, summer is almost over and that means the sleeping over kind of company is probably over for now, too. School will start, we'll fire up the back packs and Riley the puppy and I will be on our own, doing our thing in a nice quiet, clean house. At least for a few hours a day, anyway.