Don’t Let the Blarney Hit You in the Stones on your Way Out. 

Anyone not living under a rock, is aware of the hot mess that is the 2016 presidential campaign.  I got into a heated argument with a fellow board member about  Trump vs. Hilary. Well, honestly, Trump vs. just about anybody. His argument? “I just want a president who doesn’t break the law, and she’s a criminal. ” And I’m all, “sputter, sputter, WTF, dude? Are you insane?” I couldn’t fathom why any seemingly sane person could for a second believe that a hate-mongering lunatic who feels the need to reassure the American people about the size of his penis is a good choice to run this country. Or any country. Just because he hasn’t “broken the law”. What?  WHHAAAT?  But my beliefs are not the point. Fracking?  Immigration? Affordable Health Care? Education? Who gives a #%^* what I think? It’s a free country. My colleague has a right to vote for whomever he sees fit, even if I think he’s a #%^*ing idiotic blankety-blank blank blank. It’s always stunning when others don’t believe the things I do. What do you mean you love “The Way You Look Tonight”? But I hate that song! Salmon? You’re ordering the salmon? Because you want to???!?!!!  Ok, hold up. Let me just tell you all of the ways in which you are wrong. Loudly. Because if I say it loudly enough, you will certainly see that I am right. The point is, who gives a crap? Hate Salmon? Don’t eat it. Unfortunately, elections of any kind are not as black and white. There’s all kinds of grey and people will vote their conscience That is their right, and all I can do is pray that they do what is good for all. And when I say all, I mean me. 

  The Debate


Imma Take a Lil’ Nap, Now. 

Let’s, for a moment,  take a little detour off of the come back trail that leads to Star City and head to a little place I like to call What the F^**@ ville. As I am sure I am not the only one to discover, one of the side effects of menopause is the onset of sleep deprivation. No matter how sleepy I am, within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, my right foot is tapping and I am awake. Not just awake. AWAKE!!! I’ve tried everything. Valerian Root. Opening the window. Closing the window. Blankets off. Blankets on. Back, Stomach, Side. Pillow flat. Pillow up. Pillow tossed in garbage and replaced with more expensive pillow. Meditation, (makes my heart pound), 4 7 8 breathing, (gives me a panic attack). Last night I decided to Google “soothing sounds”. I found a site that had different types of nature sounds. Birds…Thunderstorms…Nature Mix, which is basically Birds in a Thunderstorm… A Crackling Fire. (Now, I’m hot and awake). And the one they said was the most conducive to sleep, Waves. So I put on my headphones, press “play”, and close my eyes, anticipating the gentle waves lapping at the shore. What I get is..not that. What I get is crashing, loud, better hold on to something so I don’t drown in the tsunami that’s about to carry me off to Davy Jones Locker. It’s worth mentioning that this selection is actually called “Sleep”. Seriously? It should be called “Lack of Sleep”. Or “Anti-Sleep”. Or maybe “This ain’t no time to sleep, fool!  Run for your @#^*in’ Life!” I read. I check out the midnight happenings on Facebook. And eventually I fall asleep. Tomorrow, when the alarm goes off, all I will want to do is sleep. On the train, I will be out. Head against the window, mouth open, probably drooling, REM sleep out. At my desk, my eyes barely stay open. Train ride home,  ZZZZZZZ. I droop over dinner. I snooze in the shower. I nap through General Hospital. And as soon as I turn out the lights?  I’m running for my @#^*in life.