My Name is Kris and I Blah-g

I haven’t written for a while. I guess I just haven’t had a lot to say lately. I suppose I could wax sarcastic all day long about the farce that is the inauguration of Obama. I just am too disgusted to say anything other than (1) they are spending an obscene amount of money that in this current time is wreckless and unnecessary, (2) Obama isn’t Lincoln and never will be. The comparisons should just stop now and maybe we can revisit this in oh… another 4 or 8 years when he’s out of there to see if he’s worthy of such a comparison. (3) All of this adulation is reminiscent of idol worship and that is alarming to me. The guy hasn’t done anything yet to make the lives better for anyone and he’s seen as a god. I am keeping my distance big time and I shall remain skeptical of his every move. I don’t trust the guy. Not one bit. There is only one God and he ain’t Him. (4) His wife-beaters show through his dress shirts which just look tacky to me and well, he needs to grow some dreads…If he wants to have the cool factor, he may as well look the part. I dunno…all this week has been a build up and it’s just so full of hype and in a way it’s kinda good that the expectations are so high. He’s got a lot to live up to. I am not sure he’s capable.So, other than trying to ignore the inauguration, I have been putting my attention elsewhere. I was in a dilemma yesterday watching the NFL playoffs because the Cardinals won (dang it) and the Ravens made a comeback that nearly won them the game. I was trying to figure out if my dislike to Kurt Warner was more than my dislike for the Ravens. How would I be able to watch the Superbowl?? Luckily the Steelers came through for me and I won’t have to worry about that. It’d be a shame to miss the Superbowl….unless I was in Disneyland and then all bets are off. So, yeah..I’m kicking around the idea of going to the Mouse House before my trip to Disney World. WHY? Um…because I can? How about that? We’ll see though…no plans have been made because there is a lot going on these days.In two weeks my niece gets married. She is in the final moments of freak out and rightfully so. I remember what it’s like to be the bride. It wasn’t that long ago. And as she is making these plans and all the newness of her relationship with her intended is making me feel…I dunno what the word is. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel upset. I wouldn’t say it’s jealousy or envy although, I DO admire her relationship. I see the love there and I remember what it was like. I wouldn’t go so far as to say it puts a thump in my throat but it gives me pause to reflect on how things are right now. My other niece (her sister) just announced that she is pregnant and due in early September. This is most excellent news too. Aside from a wedding, the birth of a child is the most exciting news yet. What a wonderful 9 months she has ahead of her. How thrilling for her daughter to become a big sister. And yet, again I reflect…. It’s not easy to be in your 30s and feel like the old aunt who has been there done that and has had her turn. I should still be in the game and yet I’ve been benched – not because I can no longer play but because half of my team has left the game and I can’t play it alone. I suppose MAYBE it’d be easier to accept if I was 15 or 20 years older. It’d still be painful but at least some of what would never be wouldn’t have been possible anyway. What holds it together for me right now is a 6 year old who reminds me daily that I was once the anxious bride who had her day much like my niece will have her’s and that same 6 year old once gave me a thrilling 9 months, too. I am blessed that I played the game at all. I suppose it’s just half time for me right now. I just hope there’s some good commercials because it’s gonna be a long one…