Celebrity Campaigners

In case you haven't seen the McCain ad that stirred up so much drama....



Paris speaks up! I ran across this a few minutes ago and thought it was amusing.... she actually has a better plan than Obama! It's Hot!

See more funny videos at Funny or Die

I think stirring up this whole controversy is a brilliant move by the McCain campaign to grab the attention of young voters.

But seriously... Obama's energy policy involves some bad ideas. For instance, taxing the profits of oil companies in order to give everybody $1000. Or, if that wasn't bad enough, forcing oil companies to drill on their leased land by threating to confiscate their property right in favor of someone who will drill. Is he serious?!? I am appalled. Ayn Rand is rolling in her grave. Capitalism may be in grave danger. Obama's energy plan alone is good reason to say Nobama!

The Almost 3 Car Accident

Whoa! Multiple posts in one day.... What has gotten into this girl?!? Well, I suppose I have lots of stuff to catch up on, or maybe I am just procrastinating from writing thank you notes (again)...

Yesterday I had an appointment to get my hair chopped of (its shortish now). I was on my way when I caught the bridge. Boo. I was going to be late. Those who have cursed the Great Bridge bridge can sympathize. Once the %$@%@ thing opened again, I drove across and then had to turn left across the traffic that was still backed up on the other side....

Well, some girl in a Honda was trying to get out of the parking lot that I was trying to get into and didn't see the SUV coming in the middle lane and she zipped out and got herself broadsided. Hard. Right in front of me. Time started to move in slow motion as both cars slid towards me. I couldn't really do much about it so I just had to wait until they hit me. I closed my eyes and braced for impact.

There were lots or horrible noises but no big bang. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and saw that the other two cars were literally wrapped around the front of my Pathfinder but not touching it. I mean inches away. The SUV was right in front of me and the the Honda had kind of slid around to the side of me. I tried to breathe while turning off my car and hunting for my phone. I got out of the car and called 911 to report the accident and went around see if the other people were alright (there were some broken bones and smashed glass cuts, Honda girl was pretty out of it).

As I was talking to the 911 operator, she mentioned that they had another report of a three car crash in that location. "What about the dark colored SUV?" the operator asked.... I explained that, other than somehow being in the middle of the crash, I wasn't hit. Talk about lucky. Pieces of the other cars were actually under me and had to be pulled out before I could back out of the accident.

After escaping (somehow) unscathed I had a really good excuse for being late to my hair appointment.

NI!

It has been "like" forever since I posted something. My bad. I do, however, have tons of great excuses... but I will spare you. I am back... and married (to the Boy). Worry not... despite this fact, I am still "Keeper's Girl."

So, as you may or may not know... I have been working (when I find the time) in Norfolk this summer. I do law type things in a big building. I have to park a few blocks away in a parking garage every morning and hike to the big building. Well, about a week ago, my morning jaunt was interrupted by two men on segways.

Now, it is not abnormal to see segways on the streets of Norfolk because Norfolk's finest chase bad guys down with them (like horse cops sans the pooping). However, rather than wearing badges, these gentleman were dressed as knights. Yes knights. The chain mail and tights type. Since Norfolk is not NYC, this was decidedly out of the ordinary.

They rolled their segways to a stop in front of me and one of them said "NI!" Now it was early, mind you, and it took a few seconds for me to connect knights and "NI!" Once I tuned in, I was unsure of what to do (especially since I had no shrubbery on hand). Luckily, the other knight took control of the situation and handed me a pamplet. Then they rolled away.

Evidently "Spamalot," the Broadway musical based on "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," is coming to town. This is very clever advertising. I just wish they had had some coconuts... but then again, I suppose it would be hard to drive a segway and bang coconuts together.

No Crying in the Airport

For Memorial Day weekend, the Boy and I flew to NY to visit the Boy's family. Upon arriving at the Airport on Friday, I stopped at the bookstore to pick up a book. I chose a book about dogs in honor of the Keep (who was very sad because I left him at home). Unfortunately, the Keep does not fit into the overhead compartments or under the seat.

The book was called Merle's Door and it is a kind of dog memoir (think Marley & Me only more scholarly). Intermingled with the tale of Merle and his person was an interesting history of the relationship between dogs and people. It had nothing to do with the law unless you count leash laws so it seemed like the perfect choice for a travel read.

Not so my friends.

On the way home, the Boy and I had a long layover in D.C. I decided it would be the perfect opportunity to finish the book. I got to the last three chapters without incident. Then, since dogs have life spans that are entirely too short, the dog got sick and died. Mind you, this was not a quick goldfish death... it was long (3 chapters).

Now, to be honest, I sometimes cry during movies and almost always during Grey's Anatomy. The cover of The Notebook DVD makes me tear up. When it comes to dogs, I am especially susceptible to waterworks. Those SPCA commercials with Sarah McLaughlin leave me sniffling. I cannot go to the pound without crying buckets. Before this weekend, the Boy found these emotional tendencies somewhat amusing....

The painfully prolonged death of Merle the dog made me sob. In the airport. At first, the boy found my sniffles amusing. This quickly turned to paranoia when other passengers began to shoot him dirty looks thinking that he was somehow the cause of my tears. By the last chapter I was an emotional wreck... the Boy tried to take the book away from me but the other passengers' don't-you-dare-upset-her-even-more glares kept him from accomplishing the task.

Then, right as old Merle breathed his last... an older gentleman approached the Boy (who was wearing a W&L t-shirt) and introduced himself as a member of the board of trustees of the college. The Boy informed him that we were both graduates, at which point he attempted to introduce me (still sobbing) to the bewildered man. The boy tried to explain that I was not normally a basket case and that I was, in fact, a very rational law student. The man looked scared and hurried on his way.

I am no longer allowed to read books about dogs in public places.