First, I am in love. Who's the fella? Why, it's Barack Obama. I heard about 20 minutes of his appearance at the National Press Club on public radio this morning. He was so gosh-darned reasonable about, well, everything. His one flaw, apparently, is that he smokes. My brilliant and funny friend Kristin says he has got to quit. Not for himself, not for his family—no, for us, because He Is A National Treasure. (Frankly, I daresay she's in love with my boyfriend, too.)
Second, I saw a surprising vanity license plate yesterday: KUNTAL. I'm guessing it was the driver's last name, but still. Wouldn't you think the first four letters would be verboten by the DMV? (Kuntal sounds like a new adjective, doesn't it? It totally ties in with Bitch Ph.D.'s fetish mag concept, Knocked Up 'N' Totin'.)
Third, here's a meme idea that needs a little developing: "How crazy is my mother? Let me count the ways." Is there anyone who couldn't write a lengthy treatise (or at least a post or comment) on the ways their mom is a nut?
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Once, at a dinner during which everyone was discussing their nutty mothers, a friend said, "But EVERYONE's mother is crazy. It's a given. All mother's are crazy to their kids. No matter what." Which I found accurate and depressing all at once.
What I don't what to touch is "What will my kid mention in 20 years when someone asks him if his mother's crazy?"
Heh, I'm a mamma's boy. Also, my mom was always a lot more sane than my dad. Now there's a topic I could write about at length.
Omigid, JT! I can't believe I've actually met someone who has actually been to the Oprah show and omigod omigod omigod it was Oprah and Barack in one room? How did you keep your head from exploding or your panties from making their television debut?
oooh...a post on our own mothers? shit, that's fucking bold. I'm still terrified my mom will find my blog somehow. Shhh. Don't worry Mom. It's another Loretta scarred by Catholicism. Not me. Not me...
I couldn't write a single word, as my mom is not at all a nut. my dad is as looney as the roadrunner, wile E. coyote, and bugs bunny all rolled into one, however. AND my kids, (who are not yet 5) could easily expound on their mother's kookiness. I guess sometimes it has to skip a generation.
also, I have already used "cuntal" in a sentence--husband called from the road, and muttered about a driver. "That was totally cuntal," I sympathized.
We could do the crazy moms posts for mother's day :P
Loretta, crikey, are you using your real name? That's no way to hide from the woman who gave you the name!
Lisa, way to go! This word is gonna spread virally until the whole world uses it.
Dr. B., lol!
No time for bloggery today—must get back to editing (while half watching Idol, of course!).
I know, and I use my photo too. Genius. Well, I'm counting on my mom's internet phobia to protect me. Or maybe I really, deep down inside, WANT to get caught. Hmm.
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