Hillary Mispeaks+ Mishears=Misleads

Suffice it to say that my words ring true. Clan Clinton - and I mean that - has proven that the only thing they are after is a monarchy. Give it up. Let the old dog - and I mean that - lie. Cause he has. Bill has spewed more spleen than a junkie on Christmas - forced to sit at the big table and jonesing for his next fix. Which would be when ole wifey slithers into the White House and Clinton reigns supreme. Except, it has become increasingly clear, that something dark this way comes. Obama. America may not be ready as a whole, but enough are ready to support a man with a vision - regardless of and in the way of bleeding heart liberals - because of - his color. And due to this, we are in for a long drawn out battle. Some are betting that Obama will lose to McCain. To this I say - if America is so cursed that McCain becomes President, than may a hundred bats beat the eaves of the houses of all who voted for him until the roof crashes in about them and a din drowns out all contact with the outside world. To be real, McCain would be the beginning of the end. I want change we can believe in.
Fo real...

I AIN'T THE NANNY

So...what can I say besides the fact that my wee one is a bit more "au lait" than "cafe." This leads me into and out of all sorts of funny, sad, trying and downright BANANAS situations.

Case in point - en route to the gym last week, I crossed a street. Passing in front of a white van driven by a salt and pepper haired white man of say, 50 years of age who was accompanied by a black man of say 35 years of age, a scenario commenced.

I was ogled from head to toe - like I was a steak and they were the last carnivores. Fine - I mean I am used to such elementary forms of appreciation by the male population, being bodascious as I am.

White man sticks his head out of the window. He smiles and says with his face aglow like a pumpkin on Halloween: "I want a baby sitter like you!" Black man smiles and nods - grinning like the cat who ate the proverbial canary.

Me - I winked. Cause, they meant no harm. How were they to know that lil' au lait was my son, not my charge?

Oh...mama ain't never said there'd be days like this!