I've been tagged...

So the rules are, once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with "Six weird things/habits about yourself." In the end you need to choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I'm afraid of fire. I don't have a problem with candles or fireplaces, but I'm always uncomfortable around open fire pits and I won't light a match. Or a lighter.

2. I don't eat beef. Except at the hockey game last night I had two hot dogs because they just looked so good. But usually I don't eat beef.

3. My family considers napping an art form. When all of us are at my parents' house, you can be sure that at least two of us (and a dog) will all climb into my parents' bed for a nap. My parents' dog Mickey recognizes the word nap and will run to get into bed first.

4. When I'm sick or hurt, the only thing in the world I want is my Mom. Luckily Grandma's closer and makes a quite adequate substitute.

5. I brush my teeth approximately 4 times a day. Not after meals like a normal person, but every time I'm about to leave the house.

6. I'm a shoe snob. I would rather wear old shoes than shop at Payless.

I got a cute pedicure the other day...

So this evening, I slipped, fell on my ass and ripped the toenail halfway off my big toe. My toe hurts and my feet aren't cute anymore and I think I'm actually more upset about the second one. Does that mean there's something wrong with me?

Fuck You, Cynthia McKinney.

Ok, this really pisses me off. She walked around the metal detector--which is totally allowed, if she is wearing proper identification, which she wasn't--and when the officer didn't recognize her--and did his job to protect the Capitol--she hit him.

She hit a police officer. Who the hell is she, Zsa Zsa? With all of the talk about securing our nation, our elected officials pull this shit? And now, instead of owning up to her mistake and issuing an apology, she's saying that she was inappropriately touched and racially profiled.

She walked around the metal detector and the officer didn't recognize her. I absolutely believe that racial profiling goes on in this country, and it is an abomination. But this is not racial profiling. This is an officer of the law responding to a perceived threat to the center of our country's power. I have a hunch he would have moved to stop her whether she was black, white or pink with polka dots. For Rep. McKinney to claim racial profiling in this case is unconscionable. It detracts from the experience of the many people of color who are in fact victim to this practice.

And as far as the "inappropriately touched" comment, unless he stopped her by grabbing her breasts or her crotch, that's bullshit. She's lucky he didn't tackle her.

I hate the sense of entitlement people in this country have. Guess what--the rules apply to you, too. I hope you lose your election. I wish I lived in your district so I could vote against you. And I swear to God, if I did, I'd vote for an anti-choice, homophobic Republican before I voted for you.

Fuck you, Cynthia McKinney. You are what is wrong with this country.

A Word to the Wise (Part II)

If you feel the need to trash me behind my back, perhaps you shouldn't do it in front of the guy who's dating my sister.

Just a thought.

Driving in DC sucks!

So I had a meeting today at the Willard Intercontinental Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue. It's a gorgeous building, and it meant free breakfast, so it was awesome. Until...

First of all, parking in the hotel garage--for 4 hours--was $20. Even in DC that's a little excessive, don't you think? You can park cheaper at the airport.

And then, I come up out of the parking garage and there are fire trucks and police on both ends of the street, blocking it...and blocking me in. I got so flustered trying to get out of there that I went from the hotel to Olney via NY Ave./295.

And I haven't been able to find any news on what caused it, which probably means that some dignitary or another was arriving or leaving and they shut down the street for them. Welcome to DC, where "I got stuck behind a motorcade" is a valid excuse for being late to work.

I am too old for this...

The sad fact is that I cannot any longer go out clubbing all night and shake off the effects the next morning. I had a fabulous time at Nation last night, but now I want to die.

So after years of loathing my job(s)...

I've decided to go back to school to be a librarian. I figure, if I've never had a PR job I've actually liked, maybe I should consider that this just isn't my calling.

Ok, now this is the part where people who know me well break up laughing. I want to work in a school. With kids. Possibly little ones.

Of course, it's going to take me two years to finish school, so I'll still be at this job for awhile. But seriously, there are people out there who like their jobs. I've heard about them. I want to be one.

But first I have to take the fucking GRE.