The Big Questions

The second governor of Kentucky, James Garrard.

He is hot!

The pictures didn't come out very well on Saturday night at the shower b/c we don't have a memory stick yet. We had to decrease pixilation or something like that in order to get a few more photos. So everyone looks like red-eyed robots. And NO, I'm not still pregnant, though I do look it in the group picture. Maybe it's time for me to stop wearing maternity clothes. I mean, it has been 4 months. Actually, I may look pregnant in that shirt, but I just got the damn thing from Old Navy and it isn't maternity. Pregnant is the style now! It's great. Let those guts out a little! Relax! Cosmo says it's all good!

We've only gone through 1/2 the veggies we got last week from the farm. I think strawberries will be included in our batch this week. I'm gonna make soup stock with the radishes, turnips and parsnips. Apparently, that and some horrendous German dish are the only things you can really do with them. I don't know how many people know this, but I am obsessed with spinach. I will eat it with or on anything. During the spinach scare, I used kale to fill the void. Since then, I've figured out a way to sneak kale into just about every recipe. It's a damn good thing we got greens in our bushel out the wazoo. Maybe I'll cook and freeze for soup. We'll see. I got the baby food processor on Saturday. I think I'm gonna make baby food out of the root veggies. Someone told me that your pee is red when you eat beets. That would be frightening to see red pee in a diaper. It reminds me of that Lorrie Moore novella about the baby with cancer. It's great- abrasive, frightening, real, and human. So heart-wrenching and such perfect writing. It really doesn't get better than that. I mean, the story starts out with a bloody diaper. That's about as gruesome as it gets. Yikes! It asks the big question, "Why would God make a baby sick?" Or anyone for that matter! My writing prof last semester was good friends with Lorrie Moore and said that she's been working on a novel for over ten years and can't finish it. Apparently, her divorce has stunted her creativity. That's sad b/c rarely have I read any writer that is so freakin' right on. Check out Birds of America. "People Like That Are the Only Ones Here," "Terrific Mother" and "Which is More Than I Can Say About Some People" are the real gems, I think.

There has been some restructuring of the office at work. There is some drama over this. It's awkward for all of us. I didn't get my Starbucks this morning and so the tension in the office feels even thicker through the milky haze that is my brain without caffeine. I'm moving across the office to the financial side.

(Beware: This next paragraph is political.)
Today is the gubernatorial voting for Kentucky. I know nothing about local politics yet. I got my heart stomped in the last presidential election after working for the dems for over a year. I thought we would win for my dad somehow b/c of all the work I had put in. George Bush's defeat was going to be my consolation prize for my father's death. No deal. So, I'm gun shy about getting involved up here in KY. Will my heart get broken again? In my view, we still don't have an electable nominee for pres. Too many people hate Clinton. My vote goes to Bill Richardson, but nobody knows who the hell he is. Plus, I don't think people will go for an overweight president. I don't know if I can handle another Republican administration. This one does things in the name of God that I wouldn't do in the name of my enemies. I don't like their God. I certainly don't see much Christ in their God. It's all fire and brimstone. Where's the love, Karl? Bush? Anyone? Much more of this and Scott and I have talked about jumping ship and trying to find jobs overseas. I don't know if we actually have the balls to do that or not. Today though, we're still here in Kentucky and I think I'm gonna go with the outsider- Gatewood Galbraith. He's run four times and has been called the perennial candidate in which he responded, "Well, Kentucky has perennial problems..." Maybe enough people are sick of all the candidates playing it safe, afraid to take a stand for or against anything. Perhaps a true underdog will win for once.

Okay. I about got my head bitten off today when I said the following sentence at work, "Ya know, I'm going to have to go on record and say that I am not and never have been that fond of Princess Diana." There. I said it. I don't like her. I saw The Queen last night and thought the fuss made out of her death was a little over the top. England shut down! I just don't get it. Maybe I have a cold, cold heart, but I don't see the attractions. She was beautiful in a strange way and did some charity work- LIKE A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE- but what else? I always felt bad for Prince Charles b/c he's always been made out to be a little ridiculous and she was so revered. Poor guy. I don't want to speak ill of the dead or anything. I just don't understand why everyone adored her so.

That's all I've got. Lash out if you dare, but I'm standin' firm in my politics and my apathy against Lady Di.