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It seems one 61 year old librarian got out of hand in my city yesterday. She showed up with a sign saying, McCain=Bush at an open town hall meeting and was issued a ticket for trespassing and escorted off the premisis by a police officer.

Check it out here.

You never know what great things you could wake up to on the web some days. I found a great article here about powerful baby boomer women going gray with style. I love it!

I love this online mag, by the way. Check it out: wowOwow

Here’s one from my new friend Jennifer. Check out her blog, called Torchwood.

Step One – pull out a book on the book shelf.
Step Two – go to page 123.
Step Three – read and write out the 5th sentence.
Step Four – tag 5 more people.

I chose Marian Keyes’ Sushi for Beginners, a paperback I nabbed at Sam’s in preparation for a flight a couple years back.

Page 123. Sentence 5:

With a long sigh, Lisa exhaled a plume of smoke - the memory of Ashling’s shocked face needled her, made her feel mildly shitty.

Mildly shitty. Yes.

OK, whom shall I tag?

Christy, because she needs some ideas at Dry Bones Dance.

Justin

Kathy

Maybe I’ll just tag 3.

Whew. It was a bit of a whirlwind weekend with our son and daughter-in-law’s visit, coupled with Sue’s return. Lot’s of people in the house, eating and laughing and getting on each others’ nerves a bit.

I love having my house full. I’m a people junkie, to be sure. I want everyone to gather at my house, meet each other, and get along. Let’s all be one big happy family.

I need a commune.

Ted is waxing eloquent in his theology class these days. He has a great theory about trying to understanding Christianity. He says:

Perhaps we can only comprehend as much as our minds can bear. I sometimes like to think about an analogy concerning ants. I call my theology of ants “anthology”. If I could become an ant and die for them, I don’t think they’d really understand too much about humans, the universe, the meaning of life, and everything. But to be sure, if they were like us, they’d die on their little anthills defending their various views. And all the time, they’d only understand as much as I had been able to communicate by becoming one of them.

I can try to comprehend it. But there’s some of it I’ll never understand, and it surely makes no sense to part company with others when we come up with different views.

Pretty good, eh? I think so.

I’m watching CNN. Pray for me.

Right now I’m listening to John McCain and I am very disturbed. He’s reading a speech full of some kind of sarcasm, with a strange pasty smile plastered on his face. I’m kind of creeped out.

My personal opinion is that John McCain should have been our president for the last 8 years. I was quite disturbed when he didn’t get the Republican nomination in 2000, back when I was a Republican. It felt like something bad was happening at the time. I didn’t trust George Bush in my gut. I liked McCain because he was willing to reach across the aisle when he found a cause he believed in. I felt at the time he lost, that he had been offered a deal - concede and play nice this time and we’ll (meaning the Bush money machine) help you get elected next time. He’s even looked nauseous as he played ball these last 8 years.

It feels to me like he sold his soul to the devil and he can’t get it back. He seems broken in a way that concerns me.

He’s not a good speaker. He comes off stiff and false and vacant.

Too bad.

Thanks, Colleen, for informing me that Stephen White would be speaking and signing books at the new Border’s at Park Meadows. I’ve been inhaling a steady diet of Stephen White ever since I began my recovery from burnout. Reading about another therapist, however fictional he may be, has helped a lot.

Saturday Ted and I went to hear him speak about being an author, how he does it, how he got published, etc. I was momentarily inspired. Afterward he took several minutes with each person standing in line to sign books. Just like his character, the psychologist Alan Gregory, White sat silently, waiting for me to talk. Thank God I didn’t spill all my guts on the spot. I asked him if he missed doing therapy. He said, “can I be honest? Not at all.” I knew it.

I didn’t have the nerve to tell him I’ve been toying with the idea of writing my own novel about a therapist, which is why Colleen told me to read his books. I’m encouraged that White is a show up each day and see how the story develops kind of writer. No outline, no plan. Just an idea. It almost gives me the courage to continue my project. Almost. I’m so very chicken.

Oh me of little faith.

I’ve lobbied the super delegates from my state, the ones who are Clinton supporters, as well as the ones who are undecided. I’ve asked them to vote for Obama.

I did it here. You can too.

This is my message:

I am a newly converted Democrat, living and voting in Colorado. My political motto used to be: “don’t vote, it only encourages them.” Barack Obama has convinced me that we need not give up hope in the political process, as long as there’s a candidate with the courage of authenticity. Although Hillary Clinton is a formidable candidate, I believe she is just another flavor of politics as usual. I believe we have a unique opportunity to change the face of politics and government in this country, as well as rescue the integrity of America worldwide in Barack Obama. Please use your power as a super-delegate to help nominate Barack Obama, and do it soon.

There are two kinds of people in the world: smart, reasonable, thinking people, and well, West Virginians.

It’s not Democrat vs. Republican that will determine this race, it’s going to come down to reasonable, thinking people vs. racist fear-mongers. I’m very worried that what a colleague of mine says is true - the masses are asses.

Coloring outside the lines, trying things I wouldn’t ordinarily think of doing, stepping out of character - these things are good for the soul.

My friend Caren is good at dragging me out of my comfort zone, or better said, just inviting me along on some of her adventures. That happened yesterday.

First it was Speed Racer at our neighborhood AMC Fellowship. I love this church, by the way - AMC Fellowship. It’s fun and entertaining, thought provoking. The refreshments are great, the announcements are even interesting, and the pressure to give is minimum. $5 a pop before noon on weekends. Can’t beat that with a hot worship band.

Speed Racer was a visual feast, a wild ride. An unabashed feel-good movie. It made me want to applaud. Then afterward Caren brought over her most favorite Mother’s Day gift - Guitar Hero.

I was a rockin’ mama.