Feathers in Hair
World's Tallest Hobbit
(Bush-lovers, please don't read any further, unless you want to see the silliness of a person that blames someone who has nothing to do with their current problems for those problems!)
Due to all the chaos that was the previous day, my family didn't even know that bad karma was heading our way... In the name of the Shrub! I've only seen Air Force One once, and wish I'd been within viewing distance to see it land at the same airport again today. (I thought it was an incredible site.) According to the local news, he apparently also ate at a local place called the Spring House Family Restaurant, which is actually about three or four blocks from my house. (I actually hope he didn't eat there, since I've always gotten food poisoning from it.)
Living in Iowa (which politicians tend to flock to) reminds me of when I may or may not have performed the physical version of the Happy Heathen Pagan Dance for either John Kerry or Cheney. It was back, before the election, and I'd just gotten off work (work, at that time, being about a mile from the airport) to realize that my car was out of gas. A friend was kind enough to lend me a ride to the local station, who asked for a deposit on the gas can, but were happy to loan it to me. The friend dropped me back off at work, and I drove my van to the same station. I got enough gas for the van to make it home, and happily got my deposit back. I was chatting with a few people in line, and was just generally overjoyed at the universe when I exited the station, so I was doing my little dance all the way back to the van. There may be a slight indication of how long it takes things to sink into my brain in relating what folllowed.
"Hmm..." I thought as I wiggled my hips and spun in an indirectly advancing manner toward my transportation."There sure are a lot of guys in black suits here."
"Hmm..." I thought, periodically kicking up my heels to show my joy. "I wonder why they all have those silly earphones that have that cord that goes under their collar."
"Hmm..." I thought, shaking my arms in a happy counterpoint to the other movements with a speed more commonly used for mixing paint. "I wonder why there's all these SUVs with black tinting and one slightly smaller SUV-type car getting refills here."
As I drove out of the parking lot, happily singing along with the slightly naughty lyrics to "Sugar Daddy" from the "Hedwig" soundtrack, I happened to notice that all of these vehicles had Washington, D.C. liscence plates.
"Mom?" I asked, as I got home, "Is there some sort of politician in town right now?"
Turned out that both Kerry and Cheney were. It may have been a lesser official, though, since I can't imagine them wanting to refill at a regular gas-station, due to the possible security issues.
But I was truly sad to have missed the opportunity to share my Dance with Bush.
I'm sure he would have been shocked and awed.
Due to all the chaos that was the previous day, my family didn't even know that bad karma was heading our way... In the name of the Shrub! I've only seen Air Force One once, and wish I'd been within viewing distance to see it land at the same airport again today. (I thought it was an incredible site.) According to the local news, he apparently also ate at a local place called the Spring House Family Restaurant, which is actually about three or four blocks from my house. (I actually hope he didn't eat there, since I've always gotten food poisoning from it.)
Living in Iowa (which politicians tend to flock to) reminds me of when I may or may not have performed the physical version of the Happy Heathen Pagan Dance for either John Kerry or Cheney. It was back, before the election, and I'd just gotten off work (work, at that time, being about a mile from the airport) to realize that my car was out of gas. A friend was kind enough to lend me a ride to the local station, who asked for a deposit on the gas can, but were happy to loan it to me. The friend dropped me back off at work, and I drove my van to the same station. I got enough gas for the van to make it home, and happily got my deposit back. I was chatting with a few people in line, and was just generally overjoyed at the universe when I exited the station, so I was doing my little dance all the way back to the van. There may be a slight indication of how long it takes things to sink into my brain in relating what folllowed.
"Hmm..." I thought as I wiggled my hips and spun in an indirectly advancing manner toward my transportation."There sure are a lot of guys in black suits here."
"Hmm..." I thought, periodically kicking up my heels to show my joy. "I wonder why they all have those silly earphones that have that cord that goes under their collar."
"Hmm..." I thought, shaking my arms in a happy counterpoint to the other movements with a speed more commonly used for mixing paint. "I wonder why there's all these SUVs with black tinting and one slightly smaller SUV-type car getting refills here."
As I drove out of the parking lot, happily singing along with the slightly naughty lyrics to "Sugar Daddy" from the "Hedwig" soundtrack, I happened to notice that all of these vehicles had Washington, D.C. liscence plates.
"Mom?" I asked, as I got home, "Is there some sort of politician in town right now?"
Turned out that both Kerry and Cheney were. It may have been a lesser official, though, since I can't imagine them wanting to refill at a regular gas-station, due to the possible security issues.
But I was truly sad to have missed the opportunity to share my Dance with Bush.
I'm sure he would have been shocked and awed.
