Where Was I?

[copied from dland]

I was going to write yesterday, but I was just knocked out, so here's what I wanted to write yesterday, and then today. I guess.

Yesterday I was going to write about two stories in the news that I found particularly repulsive. The first is the story about the congressman from Virginia who wrote a letter to his supporters condemning the incoming congressman from Minnesota who is Muslim and who plans to take the oath of office with his hand on the Q'uran instead of on a Bible. This man -- the letter-writer -- represents the worst of all possible interpretations of "American", and has no business whatsoever in having a role in making our laws. He had clearly violated his own oath, regardless of what book his hand was on when he took it, by failing to support the Constitution of the United States, which, once again, states that Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof. No one is asking him to adopt the Q'uran, just as no one has the right to ask Keith Ellison not to. Ellison, btw, is behaving like a true gentleman in all of this. I tried to email him a letter of support this morning, but I couldn't get a valid email address, and Goode's site clearly states that he only accepts email from people who live within his own district. What a guy.

The other thing I couldn't wrap my head around was this so-called feud between Rosie O'Donnel and Donald Trump. First off, both of them are assholes and should keep their stupid mouths shut. Second, if you're going to talk trash about each other, quit making stuff up, the truth is bad enough. Third, as soon as you stoop to criticizing the other one's appearance, you've lost your argument and should slink away in disgrace. Rosie's not thin enough for you, Donald? Here's news: she doesn't want to sleep with you, either. He's got bad hair? Rosie, you couldn't come up with something better than that? Both of you: shut the fuck up.

And now, life.

School was over at 12:30, so I'm on vacation. Yay! I'm not hopelessly exhausted today, which is a first for this week, but I've got something going on, not sure what. It's definitely of the caliber of not needing attention, though, so it'll run its course and I'll be fine. After all, the Christmas marathon starts tomorrow with the trip to the ILs, down the Parkway to exit 88. (We live at 160.) Sunday we'll have a Christmas eve dinner for the four of us, then Monday, of course, actually is Christmas, so we'll open presents in the morning and then probably watch DVDs all day. (R is giving the Hubs An Inconvenient Truth and that other documentary about crossword puzzles.) Then some sort of Christmas dinner for the four of us, for which I've asked R to think of some interesting vegan dish to make for her father.

Tuesday's activity is not so much more Christmas as it is another drive down the Parkway. The drama teacher at school, to whom both my kids are still close, lost his father yesterday, and the wake is on Tuesday, down the Parkway at exit 98 (which is still pretty far, as you can guess, just a few miles north of the ILs.) So I think the three of us should go; K just left for work for today and is going to try to arrange her hours for next Tuesday so we can.

Other than that, I'm reluctant to outline my vacation week plans because when I do, I tend to break bones or get Ebola or something. But I will tell you what I did today ater school. I went to the mall.

The. Mall. Let me tell you, you may have heard the occasional movie or TV joke about "the Paramus mall" -- they said it on Ugly Betty last night, and it's in the movie Soapdish, among others -- because Paramus is a funny word, of course, but also it's a town just ten miles over the bridge from New York City and it's covered in malls. But Paramus is just up the road apiece from me, and today I went to The Big Mall, the one with two multi-level parking garages and a twelve-screen movie theatre set to open next month. It's THE single place I avoid like the previously-mentioned Ebola at this time of year, but you know what? I just felt like going. I didn't have to go for anything, just felt like it. Which made it not a chore and an ordeal, but fun. I went to the Apple Store and asked my little questions -- ten minutes, in and out -- and then to Sephora.

So now you're thinking, What's that, a typo? Sephora? The make-up store?

Yes. I, least girly of all girls, went to the high-class make-up store. And I bought myself some high-class make-up, because I'm a big believer in getting at least one Christmas gift each year that I really want, which means I have to get it for myself. This year, I got nifty make-up. It's from a company called bare escentuals.

Apparently, this is a big deal on infomercials and QVC, neither of which I watch, but my sister does and she recently got into this, along with Wonderful Niece, and I started looking at their website and stuff and thought I might like to give it a try. It would be nice to have glowing skin, don't you think? I'm rather caught up lately in taking care of myself and stuff, giving thought to what shampoo I use and the like. OH! And there was this other news story yesterday:

Weight gain is now being linked to having certain kinds of bacteria in your stomach.

Which would explain a lot, I think; all I need now is for ten years of research to get started so someone can figure out what kind of antibiotic I need and then ... I'll be okay. Just kidding, sorta, but not really. I mean, some of my weight gain is certainly explained by what I eat, but not all of it, and not the way I gained it, and not why I can't lose anything at all even when I eat 1200 calories a day for six weeks.

Okay, I think I'm off track here somehow; I'm not sure what track I was on, anyway. The Hubs' last bobblehead came today -- Robert E. Lee; I'll have to take a picture of the set and post it after Monday -- so I've got every gift and everything is wrapped. (Must remember to leave eBay feedback after I post.) I brought home some of the new YA fiction from the recent book shipment, and I guess after I post my feedback, I'll finish one of those. Or, mmmmmm, play with my new make-up. Yeah, that's the ticket.


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