Hey, went to Denver and had a bad case of Angeleno feet (too ugly for a picture, trust me) from walking everywhere. Went dancing at some fun DNC parties. Ran all over downtown Denver with typical conference ADHD–meaning, the smorgasbord was so enticing it was hard to choose what to eat. And it was impossible to eat it all, much as I wanted to.
Day 1: I described the DNC as “Sundance for policy wonks.”
Day 1.5: someone snarked at us being “mommybloggers.” I am exhausted but come back with “Who’s a MOMocrat?”
Days 2-5: Blur, until I won a coveted Hall Press Pass which got me into Invesco Field. I float home on a Obama-Biden high of feelgood love, My Kid Will Have a Good Life emotions.
I come home thinking, Ah, I can relax a little. Let those Republicans do their mischief. Then, wham! McCain chooses this younger Phyllis Schlafly, a drama mama with Jerry Springer issues, as a running mate. And it’s off to the races again.
If you just want to cut to the chase of Reasons Palin Is A Scary Possibly Anti-Semitic Anti-Choice Right-Winger, and you want to hear it set to music, go here. (You’re welcome Big ’80s/Thompson Twins fans.)
It is brilliant.
And then I got really, really mad and wrote this: “McCain-Palin: The GOP’s Zombie Ticket Promise a Dawn of the Dead and Not a “Morning in America.”
I wouldn’t say zen calm returned, but I felt much better after purging all the ick that the RNC set loose in the world.
In the midst of all of this, our offer on a house was accepted (surprisingly) and we suddenly owned a new house and have to sell our old one. YIKES. Right into an economic climate that everyone is calling “the Second Great Depression.”
So, I’m surrounded by boxes and dust bunnies, and hoping we aren’t totally screwed.
Spouse has a mantra: “Any house will sell so long as you price it right.” I guess we’re about to test that theory.
Put on your seatbelts, kids, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride…all the way to November.
P.S. I missed all ten of you lots! What have you been up to?