Immigration culture clash

My mom and my sister totally ditched me and voted for Clinton. Yes, after my internal debate, I am begrudgingly Obama. My mother in her weird mom no filter and a combination of immigrant no filter always makes the most astounding remarks. I asked my sister why she voted for Hilary, she wanted to support the sisterhood and that she has experience. My mother wanted a Clinton so that she can bring back that fuzzy warm times called the late 90s. I was suspicious of my mother's intention so I asked her point blank, "Did you not want a black man in power?" and her response, "There is a black man running?" Try to understand that one...

SUPER DUPER TUESDAY CONFUSION

To Obama or Not to Obama...that is the question of the night. For the first time in my voting life I don't know who to vote for come Tuesday. The only one I had a spiritual connection dropped out quick and the man with the populist ideals bailed before I could even let anyone know about why I was voting for a white man in this historic crossroad. Honestly I feel like I have to play to the media hype of identity politics where I must choose my gender or for people of color everywhere. I have to admit I am enamored with Obama's oratory skills to inspire for change. Makes me want to rip off my pjs and go campaigning. Except I have no idea what else to say after the audacity of hope runs short with no details. Change for what? Hope with what? Is this going to be one of those long run on sentences mission statements that is so global it ends up saying nothing at all. Then if I don't vote for my sister, Hilary, am I betraying my feminist ideals of one day of hearing the pronouns of she, her, woman hear me roar?Except would I be voting for a woman who is so capable of drawing out to vote every insecure man who doesn't want to be told by a woman and is in fighting stance when someone had the nerve to insult him by calling him a girl? My political junkie self has been trolling the internet for some advice, some directions and it leads me back to this place. How can something so historic and exciting be so utterly confusing? And why am I even stressing? We don't even have direct democracy and I might have my vote discounted anyhow when November rolls around and electoral votes blinds my popular vote. This is why Mike prefers to drown himself in reality tv shows.

49-51

Over sweet potato fries and a cup of coffee we discussed our favorite topic: relationship and dating. Kevin once said that in his relationship he expects that power should be divided 51-49, he is the former. Though I have a stinking suspicion that it is really 80-20 but he was adjusting because of the audience. Regardless, it infuriates me that it has to be about one power over another. Can it be possible that there is polarity and that each can have their needs met without being the "loser" in the situation? I am often surprised that the strongest women I know are meek kittens in their relationships. They want their partner's to have the final word. Really? Why does it have to so complicated? I mean if monogamy is natural wouldn't it just work naturally? I included a picture of my friend, Kevin...ladies he is single...

Dinner for one

Tonight is the last night I will be home alone and Mike will be back from his conference in New Orleans. I just finished my dinner for one consisting of steak salad, miso soup, and mango for dessert. While I am chewing my obligatory 10 chew per bites, I was being hyponitized by Max. He likes to sit at my foot and stare. He is probably thinking "drop drop drop drop" OMG I am one those nuts who spends all her time talking about her dog....hehe...
Back to my musing about being alone. I can't believe how much I miss it!I miss Mikey but its nice to come home and decide when and what I want to eat. I can walk around with no slippers, have the TV, Internet, and radio running while using none of it. I can sit in the dark or turn on every light in the house and I don't have to answer to anyone, NO ONE! I am screaming right now on the top of my lungs (its freakin Max out a bit, but its okay). IF you are alone right now and reading this, won't you please join me? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Hear Ye Hear Ye...MAX goes for an audition

Watch out Hollywood here comes Max-a-rooni! Our lovely boy is going to be auditioning for a show called Groomer Has It! Its a reality show for groomers to compete to be the best groomer in the nation. Okay, let me go back a few weeks. After my annoying and injury free accident with the MTA bus, I came across a bit of luck. I was at the Silverlake Dog Park and was approached to take pictures for a reality show on Animal Planet. (Keep the image of me on Orangutan Island or Good Pets gone Wild on hold.) Now he will be auditioning to see if he is camera ready! Now I went online to check out the show and it said that it will "turn the scruffiest dogs into prancing pups". Uh...should I be offended that my dog is going to be on a make over show? Who cares! He is going to be on TV! Lets hope that I will get some TV time too, look for my silver chucks!

Jordan's Loves...

Here is a snippet of a recent conversation.
"Jordan,What do you love? "
"I love hills, I love ice cream, I love Max"
"Do you love Mike?"
"Nope,I love hills"

Hole burning in my stomach

WARNING GRAPHIC DETAILS

Right now I feel like there is a hole burning through my stomach and I predict explosive diarrhea in a few hours. I am not sure if other people are going through the same changes but my stomach is no longer made of steel. I just came back from Indian food and ate just two or three or five too many helping of spicy pickled vegetable chutney and now I have a hole in my stomach. Is there a solution to this? I mean I am officially addicted to Boiling Crab with the whole chabang seasoning and after a few pounds of shrimp, my exit is screaming for extinguisher. Suggestions on how to maintain my love of spicy food and be nice to the other end?