Sunday, August 24, 2008

Biden my time

Yes, I am still here. Thanks to those of you who have checked in to make sure that I haven't checked out. As you may know, I work at a college, which means that this is one of the busiest times of year for me in a regular year, and because of a number of factors at my particular institution, this August has been crazier than most. Add to that the fact that Bud is gearing up to start third grade next week (with all the hopes and fears inherent in that) and that I am trying to squeeze in my RDI "homework" when free moments present themselves, and there's just not a lot of time left for blogging. But I am still here.

Of course, I'm also distracted this week by Barack Obama's announcement that Joe Biden will be his running mate. I like Biden and I think he's a good choice, but I just don't understand the timing of the announcement. Like the rest of the good, faithful Obama supporters out there, I spent all day Friday checking my phone for the big text message announcement that didn't come. I checked CNN before I went to bed Friday night and learned that Kaine and Bayh were out of the running, and all signs were pointing to Biden.

I woke the next morning to a by-then-anticlimactic text message from the Obama campaign that had been delivered at 3:17 a.m.

Seriously? 3:17? Followed by their kick-off rally on a Saturday afternoon, when most of America was at the beach or the mall or anywhere else but in front of their televisions?

What does this mean?

I'm inclined to think one of two things: 1) They intended to make the announcement on Friday, but encountered a technological glitch that would have fouled up the text message thing, and the risk of embarrassment about such a high-profile plan was worse than bad timing for the event, or 2) This was calculated timing, designed to allow the press to publicly vet Joe Biden while no one was paying attention, so that what he was saying (and not who he is) was making headlines by the time anyone started listening.

Or maybe the Obama folks are just as busy as I am right now - which makes me wonder if I might be under-utilizing my time at 3:17 a.m....

Saturday, August 09, 2008


I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that Bud is one cool dude. Lately he's been adopting a cool attitude with me, complete with cool 'tween language - rendered, of course, in his own inimitable Bud-speak.

The other day I was ranting at him about something that I clearly thought was important and he clearly thought was not. "Bud," I blathered, "You have to stop blah blah blah, or else it will blah, blah, blah, and then we'll have to blah, blah, blah...." You know how it goes.

Bud's face was the picture of pre-teen ennui, and he placated me in that condescending tone that kids reserve exclusively for their parents: "Kill ouch, Mom."

I knew instantly what he was trying to say, and I seized upon the teachable moment: "Bud, you mean 'chill out.' People say 'chill out' when they want other people to relax and stop making a big deal of something. So you wanted to say 'chill out' to me, and not..."

"Mom," Bud interrupted.

"What?" I asked.

"Kiiiiiiill ouch."

Friday, August 08, 2008

Disenchanted and relieved

Thank you, my friends, for being smarter than me.

Remember earlier this year when you sent e-mails and made phone calls and talked politics with me as you tried to sway my vote away from John Edwards and toward Barack Obama? Remember how I said I just couldn't find a reason not to support John Edwards, how I said I thought he put the needs of the country first, how I said I simply trusted him, believed in him? Remember how I said I liked Obama, but how I continued to throw my support to Edwards until he left the race? And then remember how you voted in large enough numbers to put Obama in the lead?

You were right. I was wrong.

If Edwards were currently the presumptive nominee, John McCain would be on the fast track to the White House.

Next time, I will listen to you more carefully.