A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I’ve been having weird dreams, but I can’t remember most of them lately.  Nothing unusual.  Look at the owner.

James said I should start writing poetry again, but I can hardly get the creative juices flowing.  So I decided to write a novel instead.

(Wish I could remember my dreams, they’d make good subject material.)

My novel.  It’s called “What Not to Say”, since I’m the queen of the topic.  It’s fiction.  Hopefully, exciting fiction that people would want to read.  Particularly, a publisher, which is near impossible to do.  Unless you know one.  Which of course,  I don’t.

I wish I had the discipline to get my thoughts all out on paper at once, like an outline of my story.  But right now, every day is exactly the same, and it’s hard to stay on one track.  My head is so much more ADD than my life allows.  I think I have about 6 books floating around in there.  I just started writing it one day, and the plot is happening organically right now.  Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.  I don’t know- I think it’s interesting.

Maybe I should write a series like Twilight or Harry Potter.  Maybe I’m going about it all wrong- maybe I should do teen fiction instead of adult?

I wish I could think straight.

If I go see someone about this problem, I’m going to end up in a drug-induced haze.  I don’t think that’s going to be a better fog than the one I already live in.

But then again, maybe it would be.

“I’ll bring a homemade vegetarian lasagna with organic goat cheese.”

“Well, I’ll be bringing a vegan broccoli salad with organic soy beans.”

“Oh yeah?  WELL… I’ll be bringing a home-grown, homemade organic vegan fruit salad with tofu roasted over an all-natural fire made from eco-friendly recycled wood chips along with pure natural spring water that we personally climbed to the highest mountain to collect ourselves and store in clay pots that we personally…. blah blah blah….”.

What?  Is this a “race to the greenest”?

Well, in that case, we’ll be bringing along a roasted chicken that we pick up at Safeway and some plastic forks and disposable plates.

Yes.  We’re the rebels.

Yes, we’re homebirthing hippies, we eat organic, and we recycle.  But we have no intentions of competing for the greenest at our Bradley Class Reunion today.  It’s ridiculous.

Someone explain to me why “homebirthers” and “natural-birthing” is synonymous with “vegan, green, all-organic, etc…”.  And why on earth is my inbox flooded with emails RSVPing with intentions to bring dishes that get more and more “organic and green” as each person responds?

Seriously, people.  No wonder America thinks we’re freaks.  It’s not the fact that we do it without drugs, it’s the fact that we shove our organic lifestyles in other peoples’ faces so hard that it’s nauseating.

History has happened.

On November 4, 2008, Barack Obama was elected president.

I was watching the polls all day.  Somewhere around 8:30 pm, I told my husband, scarcely believing it, “Oh my God, James, I think he’s going to take it.”

Half an hour later, we hear gunshots right outside of our house.  Several.  We both hit the ground, and James called 911.  We were both scared half to death.

The operator on the phone asked, “Um, are you sure it’s not just people celebrating?”

Huh?  (Records scratch, silence for a moment)

Oh.  Yeah.  HUGE blond moment despite our dark hair.  We turned on the TV just in time to hear John McCain’s concession speech!

I felt choked up, overwhelmed, listening to John McCain, and an overwhelming sense of American pride as Obama hailed the crowds with the most incredible speech I’ve heard coming from a president in 8 years.  And for the first time since I have been allowed to vote in a presidential election, the president I voted for won.

Finally, the Bush regime is coming to an end.  Finally.

Our country is in a horrible economic crisis.  Jobs are being cut at extreme rates.  Bush is leaving us with a mess of a war with no end in sight and no valid reason as to why he ever invaded Iraq in the first place.  Gas prices are $3 more/gallon than they were when he took office.  America is at the butt of jokes all around the world because of who is representing us.

I actually like McCain.  I think he’s a good man with the best of intentions.  But I just don’t agree with him on the issues that I care about the most.  I felt bad for him during his concession speech, but thrilled that Obama took the race by a landslide.

President Barack Obama.  Please, please deliver the change we need.  Help us turn this mess of a country around.