Note to self

I got one of these digital recorder thingamabobs. I wanted the cheapest one I could find, because it's basically one step up from a zillion post-it notes lying around, and I don't need it to be fancy and read latin or integrate with my TiVo or anything. Not that I have TiVo. But if I did. You know.

I'm so excited about this -- think of all the things I'll remember to do, like call about cheerleading camp, and return books to the library, and buy cat litter! Without having to track down which receipt I wrote my notes on, or dig around for one of the millions of notebooks I buy for this purpose!

The first message I'm going to record on there? "Note to self. I am a rockstar."

I am a lucky, lucky girl

First, our used-to-be roommate came to visit us.  She came at the perfect time, and was here for my birthday.

Then, we went to Beckley, and the JoAnn's store there had Alexander Henry fabric.

I'm using this for a screen cover for Bryan's laptop, at his request.

This is for dresses for the littles, at my request.

And today, I reconnected with a friend that I haven't spoken to in, what... 15 years or so?  The last time I saw her was before I moved to California, my sophmore year in highschool.

We talked on the phone today for about an hour, and I still can't stop smiling.  She lives in Barcelona, so I used Skype to call.  (If you haven't tried it, I highly recommend it.)  It was so good to talk to her again, and I hope we make it a monthly thing.

Happy birthday to me, and a rant

First of all, today I'm 30.  THIRTY.  I don't feel a day over 17.  It's been a fabulous day, with Chinese food, delicious chocolate cake, and new books and sewing patterns.  Oh yes, and an air popcorn-popper.  I'm very loved.

Also, since yesterday was the big primary here, I've been closely following the WV Hillary vs. Obama spectacle.  In just about every single news report I've read, they've called West Virginians uneducated, poor, and pretty much racist.

Well, that's a huge pile of bullshit.  I mean, does anyone see a problem with calling West Virginians racist?  Ponder that for JUST a minute.

Additionally, while there may be people that live below the poverty line, let me tell you something.  Being poor doesn't make you stupid.  Also, being below the poverty line is completely relative.  The poverty line is a number, and that is all.  Having moved out here, I can afford FAR MORE for my family.  We live a much more comfortable (if rural) life.  If I lived in SoCal, making what I'm making now, we could barely survive.  Still making the same amount, still the same number of family members, but vastly different in the things we could afford.  It's a matter of how much you earn, yes, but also about the cost of living in your state/area.

While having money may give you more opportunities, it does not, by any means, make you more intelligent.

I can argue the same thing about having a college degree -- having one does not guarantee you a good job, and it does not determine how smart you are.  Let's be clear: I'm not knocking it, go to college!  I'm sure it's great!  My kids will go!  But a bachelors degree does not make one person more qualified than another to look at the democratic candidates and vote for the person they feel will do the best job for our country.

Finally, Obama did not even campaign in our state.  Not once.  Conceded the victory to Hillary before the polls even opened.  Why in the crap would I vote for someone that cares so little about my state and its constituents?

You'll have to excuse my fervor.  It's not every day that I become a middle-aged, racist, poor, and uneducated woman.  It's been somewhat of a busy day, and I plan to spend the rest of it eating air-popped popcorn and scratching my balls.