You are old, Mother OmegaMom
posted in Injuries, Politics, Weather |Or something.
Today, I decided to do some squats while the microwave was zapping my popcorn.
Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.
Because shortly thereafter, my lower back started hurting.
And it kept hurting, more and more.
And if I turn the wrong way, it shoots down through my butt.
Wah!
OmegaDad just informed me, after reading the subject line of this post, “You’re still a hot and sexy young thang to me!” Which garnered him major brownie points. Then he lost them, as he continued in the “llama voice”, “…As I push you in your wheelchair down the hallway…”
(Some day I will record him doing the “llama voice” and post it on the blog.)
Anyway. I’m watching Hurricane Ike worriedly, as it vacillates every which way. It’s supposed to landfall around Galveston. At the same time, it’s pounding the coast around Louisiana. OmegaBro and family are in Louisiana…
And politics goes on. Apparently, the use of simile and metaphor is lost in the U.S. these days, except amongst certain people. There’s a video where Obama essentially starts to say, “What the f…?!” about the whole “lipstick on a pig” hoorah that I thought about showing, but this one from David Letterman yesterday is better, and he avoids any pitfalls with the phrase “what the…”:
I hate to let Carosgram down 
, but I’m sure it’s no surprise to her that I am actually planning to vote for Barack Obama, and hope to heavens that the Republicans really don’t win. I just feel frustrated that whoever wins the election is going to get stuck with the mess that has been the result of 8 years of Bush policies, and that whoever it is, no matter what kind of job he does, is going to end up being The Mean Mom of U.S. politics and thus voted out of office in the next election.
