I digress...
One day I woke up and realized I was almost thirty. For those of you who are thirty, I see that finger you're pointing at me, and in some odd way, this isn't an insult, so please call back you minion of flying monkeys.
When I was in elementary school, volunteering my mom for cupcake duty, I remember her being thirtysomething, and all of my friend's moms were thirtysomething. Even my teachers were thirtysomething. My bus driver, the florist, the gas station attendant I fondly remember as "Chicken Man," and my many pseudo country "Aunts" and "Uncles" -- all of them were as thirtysomething as that 90's tv drama. Other than sharing similar ages and accents, all of these humans had one thing in common - they ALL had children, therefore, they ALL were ADULTS. In my simplistic attempt at algebra, thirtysomething*stationwagon(children)=adult (For those of you not familiar with a stationwagon, they were the equivalent to what soccer moms across the nation refer to as S-U-V) Despite the mortgage and ability to vote, drink, and rent a car without crying foul, some part of me subscribes to that original equation that adults have children, and thirtysomethings without kids are not adults.
Eek, did I really type that? And how does this apply to Bush being a total failure?
What I'm trying to say in the most verbose and insignificant way possible is that despite my 38 reasons for disliking Bush, I cannot begin to comprehend the multiplier I would have to apply if I were a parent. For the friends of mine who woke up almost thirtysomething and have had children, or are about to have children, I applaud you for being braver than me. I applaud the courage it takes to raise a child among a country that forsakes the beautiful priviledge of voting, and makes the uneducated decision to not vote. Ah, bet you thought I was about to slam those who voted for Bush. Nah, I'm willing to take a leap of faith that those who sport the "W" on their SUV took at least five minutes to learn Bush's stance (ban gay marriage via the Constitution!) before they cast their vote. I'm just disappointed in those who chose not to vote, for it's the only rational reason I could come up with on why we have such a Barney Rubble(Trouble) in the Oval Office.
If I were to wake up tomorrow and the stick was positive, I would faint from fright. Today, my political activism is contained within my John Hancock, inked onto petitions, overheard in an occasional coffee house conversation. I'm not that mother camped outside an infamous ranch in Texas, whose courage is fueled by a motivation I cannot understand. Instead, I am safe in my non-adulthood with my husband and my cat.
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Remember the good 'ol days when the U.S. had a budget surplus, the world loved us, our money made money and the worst that happened in the White House had something to do with cigars and a blue dress?
I wonder if I would be considered a refugee if I moved to Canada?
(Random fact: Pregnant women cannot travel in the "high occupancy vehicle" lanes on the highway. I am not considered two people. I eat for two, I wear clothes for two...I am two people, in one package.)
If Quebec is still a part of Canada when you decide to visit our fair country, you have a room and bed at your disposal in Montreal!!
a bientot, cherie!
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