Last night, on the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King’s famous “I Have A Dream” speech, presidential candidate Barack Obama delivered his acceptance speech at the Democratic National Convention. I watched with great interest to see if this man who has inspired me before would do it again. I watched to see if I could detect the composure and character of a possible Commander in Chief.

What I saw, and maybe I am just being fooled slick presentation, was a man with a vision and a passion that has been sorely lacking from the last few presidential elections. I have been in politics for years and I have rarely heard a politician speak where I couldn’t sense that his/her ideas were coming from staff and re-run party platforms. Last night I heard a man with his own ideas and a very clear plan that sounds a lot like the compassion this nation needs right now.

Yes, he said things that make me cringe about renewable energy and providing jobs. Things that sound an awful lot like government interference in the free market. However, he also said a few key things that made me think about something bigger than my preconceived notions of party politcs. Like, “we may disagree on abortion but we can all agree that we should work toward fewer unwanted pregnancies in the first place.” I completely agree with that – don’t you? Isn’t that where the debate should be focused?

He also pointed out that political parties try to make elections about the small divise issues but we have to focus on the bigger issues otherwise we loose sight of our vision and mission as a country. Any good CEO would tell you that is the way to be successful.

Finally, Obama said that he will not engage in character assasination in this election. He said that he believes McCain to be a statesman and he hopes that they can keep the debate on the issues not about tearing each other apart. I find that refreshing. Don’t you?

I am going to listen for the same tone and tenor in McCain’s speech next week. I will be looking for new ideas and compromise. If I hear those things, I will have a tough decision to make. America will have a tough decision to make.

However, as for last night, I don’t think that Obama could have asked for a more perfect delivery.

Today is the husband’s 31st birthday. On this lovely day, I would love to tell the Internet stories of how when I first met my husband he told me he was older than he was in order to impress me. I would also love to share how it was his OWN MOTHER who ratted him out. But that would be embarrassing so I won’t tell that story. I promise.

So instead, I just wanted to give a little shout out to my best friend, my partner in crime and my baby daddy! Happy Birthday Lobster!

Sometimes the news is like a gift that keeps on giving….

Sunnyvale, CA – Crews were busy cleaning up VODKA off of the road today after a truck, carrying a load of American’s favorite pastime alcohol overturned.

So, you’re driving down the road and come to a sudden stop behind an overturned truck. It’s been a bad day and you think it just got worse, but really, your party is just getting started…empty out that coffee travel mug from this morning girlfriend because you know what? It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!

Also in today’s headlines (and keeping with our alcohol theme), is a story about Lindsay Lohan being back on the sauce because of her BFF/lover Sam Ronson’s bad influence.  Oh friends, like we couldn’t see that one coming. Sam Ronson’s not stupid, she knows that Lindsay needs to stay drunk in order to think Sam Ronson’s got something going on other than an obsession with wife-beaters and ugly fedora’s. Drink till’ she’s pretty!

Finally, apparently y’all like my political summaries, because I got quite a few emails about yesterday’s post. Tonight Obama speaks the Democratic Convention. I know that few of you are inclined to listen so I will do it for you and give you a re-cap tomorrow (justanotherjenn style of course).

Remember, if you are close to Sunnyvale, grab a cup and go!

I know, I know. Where have I been? It’s like I am totally not committed to this blog relationship or something. Next thing you know, I’ll be asking you to move out because it just isn’t working between us. It’s not you, it’s me. I promise.

Well, I have been a busy girl this week. Between the Olympics and Presidential politics and the new looming Cold War with Russia…I have had a lot on my plate. My relationship with NPR is pretty significant these days and we are thinking about taking it to the next level. I am not sure what that means, but I think it might involve a diamond. Shaped like a radio. Or the Constitution.

Seriously though, last night Hillary mentioned at the Convention that she had to thank her “sisterhood of the traveling pant suits“. Okay, I don’t about you but, while funny (in a lame political humor sort of way) I got a very disturbing visual from this reference. As though, at this very moment marching across America is a terse, mannish, short haired gaggle of aging women wearing mix and match pant suits and shouting “Hilary for President.” Ick. So, the moral of the story? Wear a skirt.

On to Russia. So for my friends that aren’t big into international relations, I am going to sum up what is going over there in high school language. Georgia  likes  South Ossetia more than South Ossetia likes Georgia. Georgia got kinda drunk on a Friday after the game and hit on South Ossetia but South Ossetia was not feeling it. Russia stepped in and was all”hey, hands off my girlfriend” and then went totally agro on Georgia. Basically, Russia used the fight between Georgia and South Ossetia to advance its own social agenda and be a big bully. We all know people like that right? Unfortunately, unlike high school, there are nuclear weapons and the UN involved so it is kind of a big deal but whatever.

On to the Olympics. Michael Phelps is awesome, I have a girl crush on Misty-May Treanor and that ribbon twirling thing is still a sport but I’m not sure why. The end.

This was the view from my rear view mirror yesterday on the drive home from work.

 
Methinks that Sir Isaac likes swimming lessons, no?