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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.

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