These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things.
(Specfically, Martinis, Politics, and TheBoy.)

Last night, I hooked up with The Rebel Phase's brother for some bruschetta and a libation. Bar Louie, of course. Patio, at sunset. You know what I had, he had a vodka martini with extra olives. Apparently, we both like our drinks like we like our men ... v. dirty. And strong, as it seems that the nice cutie tending bar last night just emptied the vodka bottle into my glass and added a lemon rind and some cranberry juice for effect.

Learned that he's in a relationship, and has been for a little over two years. He looks so happy, and I'm glad. Although I really wanted to hook him up with The Cube Mate, but 'tis OK. I'll have to find another suitable boy-toy for him. Shouldn't be hard, as he is a super cutie.

Anyhow, It was fabulous to see E again, and he'd better not be a stranger now. I gave him a link to here, so he can catch up on all my dirty little secrets (hey E ... are you out there?).

Came home, and poured myself onto the couch. Shortly after the regular time, my phone rang. TheBoy, of course! As always, so glad to hear from him. I was whining about how I was hungry, and mused how it probably wasn't a good idea to drink my dinner. I made myself some soup, and we launched into the discourse about how some people are complete political lemmings. I'm sure others could express it more eloquently, but I think that I'm in the majority of the population that chooses to vote for Kerry only because of the unpleasantness of all the other options.

Let me try to explain it better. I'm not particularly fond of Kerry. In fact, he didn't even earn my vote in the primary election. But seeing as how the American political system is set up, the bipartisan system only really affords you the opportunity to vote for the lesser of two evils. Realistically, by the time you get to the Presidential election, the people left standing are millionaires that are likely career politicians. When was the last time you saw even an upper-middle-class person on the mainstream ballot? And please, don't even suggest that I vote for Nader, as throwing my vote his way will only enable Bush further.

Maybe I'm not for Kerry as much as I'm for "Anybody But Bush". I so wish that we could go all "Brewster's Millions" and vote "None Of The Above". I don't like Bush, because of his oppressive tactics and his documented end-runs around the Constitution (faith-based intiatives, anyone?). And speaking of the Constitution, I'm not cool with using it to tell people what to do with their relationships (same-sex marriage has NO PLACE in our Constitution - I think it's up to the states to decide). To me, going back now and saying that we should or should not have went to war ... well, it's a moot point. I've made no secret that I think the war was a bad idea, and that the price (in money as well as human life) is too high. But at this point, what's done is done. We need to finish the job, and bring our service members home to their families.

But on the other hand, I'm not terribly fond of Kerry, as he can't seem to take a stance on any one issue. And, as discussed with TheBoy last night, he reminds me terribly of Terrance And Philip when he talks (he has a flip-top head).

Anyhow, enough about that. I'm home with Princess today, she isn't feeling well. I think it has something to do with her teeth, but she's running a fever and uncomfortable. And when you're like that, all you want is The Momma. We're watching inordinate amounts of Dora, and we'll just snack on crackers, milk, and pop-ice all day long. More later, I'm sure.

12:40 PM EDIT: Princess is napping. Well, kinda. She's up there singing "twinkle twinkle little star" to herself. Intentionally trying to keep herself awake, I think. She hates naps, but she needs one. I need her to take one, because I have to attempt to assemble her new toybox. (Umm, I'm not the most mechanically inclined girl on the planet.)

But am I actually DOING this? Nope. I'm sitting here, chatting up TheBoy via e-mail, and watching still more Buckeye diatribe on the telly. Even though I'm quite the football fan, there is a place I draw the line. And 24/7 coverage of some stupid bastard mowing the lawn in The Shoe is it.

OOOOH! Almost forgot. Even though I regard myself as a pretty assertive female, I'm nowhere near as dominant as Mistress Matisse (text nsfw). Read, and enjoy.