Political press

I called my dad on the way home from work today and asked, "Guess who stopped by my desk today?"

I had asked him this question a couple of months ago, and he guessed: That guy who didn't hire you as an intern in college? Nope. That Press photographer you interviewed for a class? Nope. That guy you dated in college? Nope.

Hillary Clinton.

We were all starstruck at the time! Hillary!! I didn't even much care for her, but it was someone.... SOMEONE!

Today I asked my dad the same question. "John McCain," he answered, bored.

Um, yeah. And that's kinda how we all felt about meeting him too.


My great co-worker Mel gets another autograph from a candidate for prez.

I think the gals at work agree: Bring on OBAMA!!!

Confuscious says....

Me: What did you do today?

Zoe: We went to an inside playground, which is like a playground, but inside.

Happy

Burning question

Coworker 1: What year was that 1845 fire in Pittsburgh?

Coworker 2: I think it was the 1870s.

Hairy situation

Sarah was, understandably, a little apprehensive about this project.

BEFORE:


AFTER:

I know she feels some relief, but no one can stop laughing at her.

Makin' future girlfriends proud

Yes, that's a tampon in his mouth. And you know I'll show this picture to any date he brings home in his teens.

Miss you, baby

"I see your picture.
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
But already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care."

-- I Miss You, Incubus


I swear -- and I will, for the hell of it: FUCK -- that I don't know what to do with myself without Zoe here. She has gone to her dad's in North Carolina, and Jacob is just as lost as I am. For the first few days, he kept pounding on the back door yelling, "Oooooooh Eeeeeee!"

I love that she's getting this time with her dad. I really do. I'm just at loose ends. On nights I don't have Jacob... it's like... super lonely.


And super quiet.

I am grateful for the time I get to talk to her, and though I try not to intrude, sometimes we do.

Take me out

Liam called me up and told me he had free tickets to a Pirates game Friday night. Four tickets, for me, him and his two girls... Jacob should be able to get in for free.

My first thought was, "Man, I wish Zoe was here."

My second thought was, "Wow, think of all the money we'd save on cotton candy and ice cream and [insert ballpark food here] because Zoe's not here."

After a little research, I found that those under 30" were admitted free. Jacob is a whopping 34". He's in the 95th percentile for his height. I figured I could argue with someone at the gate, make a legal case if I had to, but instead we breezed through with me being the amazing actress I am, acting like a confused blond mom.


OK, the confused-blond-mom act wasn't much of a stretch. And we had the best seats! I didn't expect them to be so good, but they were right behind home plate, beyond the Lexus seats -- where they practically do everything for you except expel your bodily functions for you.


Liam and I expected the kids to last a couple of innings, we'd get something to eat, wander around the ballpark and call it a night. But, amazingly, the kids were all spectacularly well-behaved and outlasted the grownups.


We didn't make it the whole game, but that was more us than the kids. It was hot and humid and the Pirates were (SHOCKINGLY) not doing so well.