Things I like about Barack Obama

I haven't blogged in a LONG TIMEEEEEE. I know. **And now I have called my lovely sister in the middle of the night to publish this for me. She is the best ever!** (I DID ask Kate to post this for me but I told her NOT to edit or add anything...and yet she did anyway...awkward)

But, I think it's high time that I write about Barack Obama in here. I mean, I'm reading his book 'The Audacity of Hope', I got a button of his from moveon.org in the mail two days ago (SO CUTE!), I made calls for moveon.org last night to get people in Ohio involved in the campaign...

Some of you don't like him, but it's not like you're going to comment on this or READ this anyway...so I'm ok with that.

In honor of the 2008 election and in the HOPES that we can get Obama/Biden elected (and not that crazy @#$* *@#$ !!#$ Sarah Palin. No seriously, home girl is out of control...that is if she really IS a woman since her policies indicate otherwise.) in November:

Things I like about Barack Obama

1) Change. We really need some change in the US. I don't make enough at my job and my kids don't have health care. Furthermore, I can't even afford to go to college and I need an abortion. That's scary isn't it? Why isn't my government helping me out? If I'm going to survive, things need to CHANGE. Obama advocates change ("Change we can believe in!"-heard that before? Yeah, he kind of made that phrase a big deal...) and therefore I advocate Obama.

2) Unity. I sort of hate all of you, regardless of your creed/race/habit of mispronouncing things/how you won't buy me presents, but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't all be unified. GOOOOOO TEAM! The Republicans seem to like bi-partisan, "gerrymangering" (I don't really know what that means but I read it in a news article this morning) politics but Obama wants us all to work together to make the US a better place to live and a better force in the world. I guess two heads, or 300 million, are better than one!


3) Me Talk Pretty One Day. Ever read that book by David Sedaris? I haven't, but I will one day. Anyway, Deb points out that Obama is a "great orator". He really is. He like, like, like...hardly ever stutters or anything. He's sooo smart. He gets his points across effectively...unlike some OTHER people.

Yes, I just dissed myself.

4) Wifey. And no, I'm not talking about that song by the group Next. So, Barack Obama is married to this pretty cool lady named Michelle Obama. She's good people. And her cousin is one of the head black Rabbis in the US! GO JEWS GO! Anyway, Michelle has a good head on her shoulders, was also previously involved in community organizing, and is a political asset to this country!

5) Make Love Not War. Barack Obama wants us to get out of Iraq ASAP and he wants to do it in a responsible way. By no means does that mean that doesn't support our troops and/or is unpatriotic...because he does and he is. Anyway, I think we need out of Iraq in a BIG way and I love that Obama thinks so too. War is not the answer!


6) Community-based. Obama was a community organized when he was just out of college. He helped impoverished people in Chicago gain access to jobs and job training. He listened as citizens explained their problems as well as their hopes. Well, I think communities are great. They do things together and say things. I actually am PART of a community myself soo...

7) Cute. Ok, it seems shallow and it actually IS shallow but it had to be noted.


8) The environment. Yeah Obama's all for pursuing alternative energy sources and NOT drilling in Alaska. It's pretty awesome and VERY important.

9) Hope. I have hope that things can be better. do you?

BunDt...

Jamie pointed out to me last night that not only am I dumb and don't know the difference between MYRRH and MIR, but I also mis-spelt BUNT cake in another entry. I think it was the one about Staten Island. It's BUNDT cake, everyone. I know. You've already gone and blogged about cakes and now you've MISS-SPELLDUH bundt cake too. Misinformation is really contagious.

And yes I've been spelling misspelled in different ways because I don't really know how to spell that either.

In other news, check it out: http://shomreitorahonline.org/news/

Kate's becoming a Rabbi!

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! stop the presses...

Wow. So apparently it's MYRRH, not MIR. Mir is a village in Russia or something...

That's really awkward.

If you don't know what I'm talking about then re-read my last entry. And while you're reading it why not comment on it too?

I like comments!

Things that something or other bla bla...

I don't really have time to write a blog entry. I'm working, working, working. As I type this I'm entering someone's credit card information into a list for a big event we're having at work. And I'm listening to music and answering the phone...and I'm looking pretty. I mean, I'm really busy.

But, I know that you want to read something and who am I to deny you what you want? What am I the author of this blog or something? Or GOD?! I don't think so.

So I'm writing, and writing more...here are some more words. Oh, and here are some more.

What's that?

I'm sorry?!?!

OK, WOW. The cursing is really unnecessary. A simple 'thank you' would have done just fine. But I can see you're not that type of crowd. You're hostile. Maybe you've even had a few drinks or are on drugs. I don't know. But wait, speaking of drinks...you have alcohol in your desk at work too?! SERIOUSLY?! WOW! I'm willing to overlook your profanity now that I know you're an alcoholic too!

Maybe you're a more VISUAL types and you'd like to see some pictures instead of reading this nonsense. You want to see some pictures? Do you? Do you?

OK, well that picture is of a cat. It's really cute. And it has a funny punny caption on it which makes me like it more. Oh, you don't get it? It's like frankincense and gold and MIR, you know those things from the Bible or whatever. But because it's a cat it says 'purr' instead of mir because cats PURR. You know?

And this is a picture of shuffle board. Shuffle board's a REALLY fun game. You can play it at bars and stuff...
I played it at a bar on Friday. And I made a new, cute guy friend named Johnny. No seriously...he was really cute. *sigh*

Oh this is good. This is iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. I thought of it because I'm having an iced coffee right now at work. The iced coffee I'm having now, though, is in a plastic mug and is with soy milk and doesn't have any logos affiliated with it...But anyway. I had some iced coffee from Dunkin' Donuts yesterday and it was delicious. I had it around 6pm though and then I couldn't sleep. Don't do that.

So that's a picture of Heather and I Eiffel-Towering Mike. I think that has a sexual meaning...but not in this situation obviously.


And this is a picture of the actual Eiffel Tower. It's so pretty, isn't it? Look at it blinging away...
And speaking of bling, here are some diamonds. Yeah. My birthday's in a few months so if you're stuck on what to get me and you don't have large piles of cash on hand I WILL accept diamonds.

Thanks in advance.

I'm outtie!

Things that happened on Staten Island...

Hi Everyone! I'm back! You can put down the phones and stop calling 9-1-1. I know you really missed me and were worried and really, that's sweet. But no need to panic.


Recently I went on a trip to Staten Island. I know. But luckily I came back in one piece...


Staten Island is pretty controversial. Some people think it shouldn't be part of 'the city' (why do we need a fifth borough anyway? says the girl from Queens...). Others think it should be imploded and left to sink. Still others actually live there.


And yet, we still ventured over there one fine weekend afternoon. My heart was p-p-p-ounding in my chest, my palms were sweaty and I was really hungover. I boarded the ferry (FYIzies, it's orange. weird right? I guess orange is coming back or something because last night Hillary Clinton was wearing an orange power suit when she gave her address to the Democratic Convention) and then...


Things that happened on Staten Island:

1) We took the bus. The bus in Staten Island is kind of like any other MTA bus...except some seats are REALLY hot and other seats vibrate too much and still other seats have garbage on them. Very nice.

2) I got made fun of. This normally happens to me. I think it's because I'm SO NICE and CUTE and AWESOME that people are jealous of me and feel the need to bring me down to their level. Or maybe it's because I respond to teasing and make a good victim. I mean, either or. Anyway, the person who made fun of me was a guy on the bus (see above) wearing plaid shorts AND a fanny pack. Is a person who lives on Staten Island and wears plaid shorts with a fanny pack REALLY in a position to make fun of me? I don't think so but I guess only God can be the judge.


Incase you're curious, he made fun of me because I said that I might be bringing a bunt cake to a dessert party. Bunt cakes are REALLY fun...I refuse to admit otherwise. HMPH!

3) I had really delicious pizza! Well, that was the whole reason we went to Staten Island. For Pizza. We went to this great place called...something and had VODKA SAUCE PIZZA! AND PESTO PIZZA! and ORIGINAL PIZZA! It was great! And it wasn't too expen$ive either. Not too $habby $taten I$land. Not too shabby.

4) I discovered that Jason was afraid of fish. I've never heard of such a thing...but now the whole 'not getting sushi at food emporium' thing makes sense. If I were mean I'd put a picture of a fish in here...
But I'm not. Though it probably wouldn't really matter because Jason doesn't read this anyway. SNAP! I WENT THERE! I DID IT! WHAT?!?!?!

5) I realized that Staten Island kind of looks like Connecticut. It does!

6) I realized that Staten Island has a zoo. It does!

7) I had my mind blown. Jason asked Rebecca if she would want to take cookies from a popular bakery, blend them, and have them poured on her. Right? When probed later (that's what she said!) Jason said he was just trying to make conversation. I might not be Molly Manners but I don't think that's how you get people to talk to you...

In short, Staten Island was very enjoyable and DESPITE getting made fun of, having my mind blown, and sitting on uncomfortably HOT bus seats while there, the fact that it's almost like Connecticut and has delicious pizza makes me think that it belongs in New York City after all.


CHEERS TO STATEN ISLAND!

Things I like about money

As a Jew, I think about money a lot. OK, maybe that's not fair. Jews aren't the only people that think about money. Everyone thinks about money sometimes.

Haha, ok ok. I'm lying. We all know that no one thinks about money more than Jewish people. ! If a Jewish person were to write a blog about things they were thinking the entry would have something to do with a) money b) bagels c) lox and d) eating Christian babies.


Oh that's really awkward...cuz my 'Things that I'm thinking' blogs don't usually involve any of those things. It's like I'm not really Jewish or something...


Anyway, as if money weren't always on my mind, this morning I was g-chatting Erin and the following convo ensued:

Erin: I'm angry
Becky: Why? You never get angry. Is everything OK? This is really, really, really NOT like you...
Erin: No tengo dinero!
Becky: But why not?
Erin: *Sound of glass shattering in the background* I don't know. (Yes, you can now hear sounds on GChat...you didn't know that? Get with it. Also, since you're apparently REALLY behind Obama's running mate is Joe Biden. Yeah. From Delaware).


I told Erin that I would blog about her situation and about money. So here I go:

Things I like about money
1) Green. Green's one of my favorite colors...which you should already know since I mention that in every other blog entry.

2) Helps me to buy things. I'm not in debt yet, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a huge shopping problem. I can't go a week without getting some type of bonus item for myself (like my stuff from IKEA, or the sneakers that I ordered online about a month ago, or the dresses I keep purchasing from catalogues or the comedy club ticket that I bought this past weekend). Much like a car needs gas to keep running, I need money to keep my shopping addiction going.

3) That Abba song. You know the one that goes 'Money, Money, Money, must be funny, in a rich man's world...'?

4) Helps me to stay off the street. One of the best things I do with money is that I pay for my rent with it. As my prissy-ness rises to an unprecedented level, the reality that I would never survive as a homeless person rings strongly through my head and in my heart. Therefore, it's good that I have money and can pay my rent so I don't die on the streets. *Please note, I still think that I could take all of you in a fight so don't misinterpret what I'm saying*


5) No paper cuts. Have you ever gotten a paper cut from a dollar bill? I don't think so.

In short, I'm upset for Erin that she's not as rich as I am. How are we supposed to go jewelry shopping together if she doesn't have any money? And how are we supposed to get mani/pedis together and drink goldshlager if she's poor?

But seriously, I am sad. Really. I am. And that's why I wrote this entry about why I like money...to...um...mock her?

An afterthought

Do you think CARVEL will give me a FREE ice cream cake if I mention their name enough?

CARVEL CARVEL CARVEL CARVEL...hm. That just seems weird.

Maybe a little poem: There once was a man from Carvel who had lots of Carvel to sell, He was a great guy, Carvel Carvel-uy, so he got a free cake from Carvel.

PLEASE?!