New aspirations

1. to be in the NYtimes

2. to be a senator

3. to hang out with the Obamas, incl Bo, the best Obama

4. to be the White House chef

I think I’m moving to DC!  I am dreaming big. I mean, Bo has found his way to the inner circle…I can too.

In other news, I think it would be really fun to be the White House horticuluralist–he gets to walk Bo.  Bo has already been on the cover of the New Yorker.  Bo has almost done everything I want to do and he’s a puppy.  I read an article about whether Bo knows he’s the president’s dog.  The dog people thought that he does and the science people thought that he doesn’t.  I think Bo is clueless.  I think it would be really funny if we did a Portugese Water Dog version of the movie Clueless. I think Bo would be Cher.  Maybe Clinton’s cat Socks (that I learned today was given away because it was bad) could be Dion.  I don’t know!  Clinton gave Socks to his secretary (Betty Currie, who was involved with the Lewinsky scandal) and he later died.  He didn’t think Socks was good enough for life outside the White House.  That’s kind of like people that break up after college.  “Socks, I just think things will be different when I’m not President.”  What was Socks supposed to do?  I feel really sad for Socks.  I think he probably died of sadness.

I feel sorry for Obama for liking mustard.  That is such a wimp thing to get on your burger–just mustard.  LOSER.  Bo would get ketchup.

Bo is the mascot of my blog.  I would honestly MUCH RATHER hang out with Bo than Barack.  Bo loves gay marriage and he isn’t afraid to admit it.  Actually, now that I think about it, I think Bo IS gay.  He said that the reason he was adopted now was because RuPaul’s Drag Race ended and he could finally focus on something new.

Someone thought I had swine flu!

Today I was on the bus and I started sneezing.  The guy who was sitting next to me got up to sit in an empty seat.  I am pretty sure he thought I had swine flu.

I have started watching American Idol with my m0m.  Yes, truth.  I really like Adam and I googled “Adam gay” and this came up.

I don’t know how I feel about Oprah giving away free KFC.  Even though it’s grilled, it’s still KFC, Oprah.

It has been really icky out here.  I don’t like it when there’s no sun.

My teeth

Apologies

Dear blog readers,

I am sorry for not posting recently.  You can think of that as a preview for the summer when I will be unable to post while in Yosemite.

My room in my parents’ house is now maritime blue.  It is quite exciting.  Spray painted art is not really meant for the bedroom (that’s what was there before.)

Hills are the most difficult part of being back here.  Courtney lives a 10 minute walk away, yet there are many hills on the way there and it’s hard to want to walk on hills.  AGH.  VERY FRUSTRATING.

Today I am going to a knitting group with Nina.  I am going to work on sock monkeys.  YAY!

My dad told me I was lazy today because I slept for 11 hours.  I think of that as blessed, not lazy.

For the Gold Rush weekends at my camp, I have to dress up in 1850s style.  I think the only women around then were whores–so that might be appropriate for the program and it’s 4th grade audience.