At 8:00 this morning, as I drove back to the house from dropping Mia off at school, I listened to the radio. This is not something I normally do; most of the time I’m blaring Disney showtunes or KidzBop for the children. However, since this usually makes me wanna kill myself, and Merrick was asleep, I figured, what the hell.
I freakin’ hate KidzBop.
The folks on the morning show, 2 seemingly moronic men, were bantering about how hot Sarah Palin looks in a bikini. Well, one of the guys kicked the conversation up an intelligent notch and busted out the latest "study" saying men were more likely to vote for Sarah Palin than women were. They quickly deducted that women were jealous of the vp nominee and viewed her as a "threat". They said women like Hilary Clinton because she was old and ugly and her husband had cheated on her, yada yada, blah, blah, ppppppthhhhhhhhhhhhhp.
I’m peeved. I know I probably shouldn’t be so worked up; I know it’s just an assinine radio show, but damn. Give us more credit than that, guys. John McCain’s choice for a running mate is soooo transparent…and insulting. And I’m sorry, but, as inspiring as it is, PTA president? Really? Now there’s something to put on your job application for Vice President of The United States of America. If women don’t vote for Sarah Palin, it’s not because "she’s pretty."
We might, however, vote for the lady just because she probably knows what it’s like to listen to an entire KidzBop CD, drive to the nearest bridge, and think seriously about jumping.
To burn off some steam, Merrick and I came home, turned up some music and got funky like an old batch of collard greens. Not to worry; Caleb is out of town so nobody saw me dancing Ellen-style in the hallway. Yeah, I have this thing–even though we are acres apart from any other house, I’m always worried someone will see me when I’m dancing, or yoga-bootying…so I either close all the blinds or I get down in the windowless hallway. And while Mia would only rock out to Hannah Montana, my new little dance partner digs some gansta rap–my guilty pleasure. Sweet.
P.S.–Tried the Grapefruit Zabaglione recipe. It was an easy hit.