Political/Oprah’s Business

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

First of all, you’ve probably taken notice to my political views, and now I need you to know that I am a huge Oprah fan!!! OMG, if I could just meet her for like 5 seconds!!!!! She’s amazing! OK, I don’t want to sound like I worshiping the woman; That’s not the reason for this post. Someone sent this to me in an email:

The Republican National Committee women are planning to boycott Oprah’s show beginning Monday, Sept. 8, to try and force her to put Sarah Palin on her show. They say since she had Obama on, she should put Palin on. Even if you don’t watch Oprah or don’t agree with some of her views, we have to pull together on this. Watch Oprah every day for the
next two weeks or as long as they boycott. If you can’t watch it in person, set your DVR’s or whatever and record it. We need to help Oprah keep her ratings up while they are boycotting. Please spread the word! Copy and paste this information in an email if need be…

Just a little background knowledge:

Obama wasn’t a candidate when he was on the show. There were just talks. Joe Biden has not been on the show nor invited (vp nominee) so why should McCain’s vp choice be given the opportunity. Oprah made it clear when she said no that no candidate would be allowed on her show to voice their political views and promote themselves or their party.

In the Business of Targeting Practice

OK! Now listen up! I understand how people always say that little boys are automatic sprinklers. “As soon as you take the diaper off, they’ll get ‘ya”! Well dagnabbit I’m tired of being the only one! Why can’t this little boy spray his dad, or one of the many other strangers family members that come in and want to help? OMG! I’m talking every time, or almost every time.

Did I mention the kid pooped on me a couple of times too?! Gross, I know. Here’s how it happened:

I was changing his lil stinky bottom and giving the kid a minute to air dry, don’t ask, you would think that you would need a little time in between those bulky diapers. So he’s lying there, and all of a sudden… Well you get the picture. But what I’m trying to tell you is that there were no signs at all of it coming! He didn’t grunt, groan, strain, nothing! My favorite red lounging pants and my beautiful chocolate microfiber couch… I’m destined for the Dirty Business I tell you… Destined.