election day blues...
I could go into a long diatribe about how K is graduating from preschool in a few weeks and how I just keep on volunteering to help with this and that and do this thing and the other and that I really have no time because I am remodeling the bathroom and already have the other things I do for K's school, not to mention the raising of the child and the husband, the occasional cleaning of things, the cooking of the food stuffs, the sex, drugs and rock & roll I engage in... I'm busy.
But we'll add to that. Today is election day. ELECTION DAY! You know, to elect me as Vice President of the neighborhood. This morning while chatting with a few of the neighborhood residents I made it very clear that I don't want the job. If that weren't enough I went on to say that if elected I promise to delegate every duty I am given until I can lean back in my chair and laugh maniacally as my underlings buzz around like little worker bees. They said that would get me elected for sure. FOR SURE?? Were they joking? NO. They may have thought I was. I'm not.
It reminds me of the days when I was a barista in an Internet cafe. I was rude and surly, snarked at the customers, called them names and made them do my bidding. Occasionally I would throw them a bone and giggle or jump up and down in a tight shirt shaking up the whip cream canister. For some reason the meaner I was, the more I bossed and snapped at them the more they tipped me. Will my constituents feel the same? Maybe I should have been a dominatrix instead of a housewife. Maybe I should be a dominatrix and a housewife. Wait, no, I'm too busy already without the additional bossing and buckling on of leather and the spanking, and those high heels really do a number on you by the end of the day.So today in the midst of preschool anarchy, remodeling insanity and the crazy election I should mention the one thing I have really been looking forward to. My grandma who we call GG and my favorite uncle (wine making, drink drinking, jazz playing uncle B) are heading up to Canada (eh) to see my baby cousin graduate from art school (L I am so proud. The film is awesome). I love my GG. I love my crazy uncle B. What is between Cali and Canada? PORTLAND! What's in Portland? ME! Well me, Mr Kaos, my brother and his girlfriend and probably most importantly K, because she is still cute and runs around like a hyper puppy when she hears GG is coming because SHE LOVES her. Wait, what is the conflict here? Hooray my GG is in town!!! Oh, no, she isn't coming up to see me. She's staying the night in Portland and then heading up to Canada (eh) tomorrow. One night only engagement. So I get to have dinner with her, that's really nice. But the election is tonight. "Do I have to be there" I asked Reid. I think he said yes, I was only half paying attention. "Well if I don't show up they just won't elect me right?" He said they might just elect me anyway. "So why do I need to be there?" Because I should. But wait. I told GG and uncle B we would have dinner. CURSE YOU GARCIA!!! Oh wait no, this isn't about my tile. Curse you.... Reid? Yes, I will blame him for telling me the next meeting isn't until the 16th. CURSE YOU REID!!!I'm trying to work it all out, but this is where it falls. I have never lied to my GG (my parents sure) and I so rarely see her that if the only time she is available is during the election I'm going to be hanging with GG and uncle B drinking martinis and enjoying the company of my family. I made this commitment to her before I made a commitment to the people of my neighborhood. There may be more of them, and they may need me, but they aren't my GG.(eh)
