Rally Time!

Okay before you give up and decide I didn't REALLY go to the McCain/Palin rally here in Lee's Summit, here are the pictures! Alex and I went with our friend, Kristy (in the pink, isn't she adorable?). We stood in line for a few hours, endured the off and on drizzle that destroyed my hair (why is my hair the first to go?), only to hear we likely wouldn't get into the Pavilion. So....we could turn and go home or head over to the overflow where we McCain and Palin would step out and say hello.

So...hanging out at the overflow, we ran into another dear friend of ours, Elaine (shown here on the left). We also saw our church's youth pastor, but I turned my head and pretended not to notice. He's pretty liberal, I wasn't really wanting to be standing with him when he started shouting "Jesus for President!". I opted to stand by the moms with their children belting out "Drill baby Drill!" Pathetic, I know.

Here we are....rain hair and still smiling! The button is where it is because the coffee that didn't make it to my mouth while I was trudging two miles to the line was where it was.

Okay I need a new camera. My camera sucks. This is actually the best one I have! I labeled them for you...they really weren't very far away. But my camera sucks. Did I say that already?

This is a local anchorman in Kansas City on the right. He was interviewing this lady...I know her but cannot place her face, which is driving me nuts! And that's me behind them waving hello. Of course! No worries, the camera wasn't on me, I didn't ruin the shot. Are you kidding? Look at those bangs...I wouldn't show those on the news!

Okay ending this photo tour with this fella. Recognize him? He's Carl Cameron of Fox News. I drag Alex over there because how cool is this? He gets to see a face on national news in person! We edged closer and closer and realized he was on the phone and he was TICKED OFF at whoever was on the other end. F bombs were dropping all over the place. Okay.......so not the sweet little wisp of a fella with the endearing crooked teeth and slightly large ears. I'll never look at Carl in quite the same light again. He's an F Bomb dropping, Red Bull drinking meanie reporter. Sigh. So...there it is. I'm off to get the laundry folded. John's headed to Birmingham and I need to hang out with him awhile.

Where Will I Be Tomorrow?

Okay I think I'm done for a little bit---I realize they're not Fall colors, but think coffee and Fall. I just wasn't ready to mute it yet....but wait until I put together the Halloween do...

I've got Tab bottle pictures to develop...but not tonight. I'm doing a little housework and getting ready for tomorrow morning. What's tomorrow morning? you ask......tomorrow morning is when Alex, my friend Kristy, and I go.to.see...........

John McCain & Sarah Palin

Where? you ask...

Like less than a mile from my house...I'm soooo excited! I'll bring the camera and hope I can take pictures! If Oprah won't ask, then I just guess I'll have to go listen for myself.

Wooooooooohooooooooooooooo! Great hair, fantastic energy--I'm more than a little hyped up for this! Well, except that I have to be up and ready to leave at 7:30. That's not my way.

Bibs are also good for wiping crass comments from the corners of your mouth, Joy

Holding up a baby bib that was part of the Republican party's promotional items (they were showing both Democratic and Republican items on their show, The View, today), Joy Behar wondered if this was for John McCain. You know, so he can 'drool' on it.

Just remember this statement when you next hear another actress on The View complaining about ageism. Remember this when next we raise the question of racism, sexism, any 'ism' we've grown so accustomed to. Why is this okay? Why does this go unnoticed and why did the audience break into uncontrollable laughter at such a stupid remark? It can't be both ways--not fair here, fair there, not fair here. I don't see how. Irregardless of who you support in the upcoming election. That's not right.

Hillary's Big Adventure Or Obama's Grandmama

Given the alternative in the selective memory dilemma, I dunno. If I was playing along, I think I'd probably maybe for sure go with....Hillary's Big Adventure. Because it's just so darned exciting! It's all about fun fun fun, and I'm sticking with Hillary and Chelsea. Running down the tarmac, ducking, weaving, then hitting the ground with abandon to avoid being riddled with bullet holes by those big meanie snipers.

I didn't know it would get better than "It's 3 am. Do you know what your pastor's been saying...for 20 years?". And if you need justification, you can always mention your typical white grandma.

McCain's kind of a yawner lately. I'm not sure he'd be fun enough to have in the White House for four years. But you know how I am....

Colorful Candidates and Age Spotted Heads

Okay so it can't be all about the hair....because, sigh, if it were, then it would be all about thin white whispy old man hair atop an age-spotted scalp. So there's nothing left to do but come up with another slogan. Slogans don't come as easily to me as they did to Darrin Stevens (Dick York, the first Darrin, yeah I did notice!). But then if I had Samantha around, I might be better at it too!

Okay so what to go with, what to go with....it's all about the war hero? Yeah, maybe. It's all about the old guy? The age spots? Hmmm....about the only thing I can conjure is this: It's all about the guy whose wife has the freaky deakiest looking eyes I've ever seen! It's just going to have to work for me, period.

Speaking of exasperating, I'm getting a lot sick and tired of hearing about the black candidate. I might be out to lunch sometimes, but I do know a white momma when I see one. Aww I hate to say this, but if Obama is black then....Obama is white! He is! At least, he's as white as he is black. If I had married a black man, had a child who ran for President of the United States, I'd be hurt if I had to hear all the black hoopla day in and day out.

It sounds kind of schoolgirl-ish naieve, but here's my opinion: He's American...I think. The names trip me up, but yeah, I think he's American. I know he's kind of fun to have around, I don't think I've ever seen Hillary come so unhinged so many times in such a short time. I may start calling her red. But not all red, she gets pale and pasty underneath the red splotches. Her eyes are red, though. When she cries anyway. So yeah, Hillary is red. Mostly.