Politics, anyone?
Hmm… It seems like Clinton won the lottery in Florida, but no one told her it was monopoly money.
Get a grip, sister. Lose with dignity.
I wonder how she would have reacted if she were a beauty pageant contestant who was not named as Miss America? Can we say, “Drop Dead Gorgeous?”
In other news, I think I like this blog thing. Or should I say “blah-g.”
I’m realizing that if I had all the money in the world, I would be a stay-at-home mom, dedicated to playing with babies, teaching them to read, write and speak in multiple languages; cleaning the house (sort of); discovering creative cuisines; logging my creative juices on the blahg, and, well, that’s just it– create. I would stitch and sew, paint and draw, knit– learn to knit– then give up and go back to painting, cello in the sun, or teach cello in the sun, write and ponder (I think I’ll upload my ponderings soon. Some creative nonfiction, some creepy children’s-story-like fiction).
But I don’t have all the money in the world, so I’m in my cubicle and my son is at daycare.
Writing here helps me remember who I am, who I was and who I want to become.
Hmm… yes, I like this…. blahg.
ce que je pense
photo by Anne Bast
Well, here we are. I’m going to start a blog. Perhaps it is birthed from my human desire to achieve immortality; that long after I have left the earthly realm, on to the world beyond, my words will be saved on a huge server, trapped in the eother, to remind the world, or more likely my children and my children’s children of the person who was Octavia.
Actually, I’m just excited to join the throngs of other bloggers, expressing ourselves on the Internet to inspire and be inspired. It’s just an added bonus if in 100 years my great grand children want to read my ‘journal.’ “HI KIDDIES!!”
Let’s have some fun…
