10 Reasons the media Hates the Tea Party

Sometimes I take the snide comments about the Tea Party that are made by the American media personally. Not because I'm a member, ( I'm not the activist type. I usually vote hoping I picked the candidate that will do the least amount of damage.) I get upset about Tea Party bashing because my Mom is involved with it.

Insulting and accusing the Tea Party is like insulting my mother. Insulting the Tea Party is like bullying a granny. Why would reporters for national news broadcasts harass and rough up my Mom? Here is my opinion why the Media Hates the Tea Party.

1. The so called Tea Baggers proved the media wrong. They embarrassed the reporters by actually getting their  voting agenda together. They supported certain candidates and many of those candidates won. Those who didn't take the Tea Party seriously were humbled by it's power.

2. The Tea Party is too difficult to control and exploit. You can't sell advertising to a loose knit headless organization who's only agenda is to hold government accountable for its spending, pay less taxes and make their own decisions about their health and well being. People like that can't be bought.

3. Tea Party members are ordinary, mild mannered, patient and thoughtful individuals. Individuals like that are too boring for TV. No drama no ratings.

4. The media knows that Tea Party members think all media is in bed with big government. The media likes to pretend that they aren't and it bugs them.

5. Tea Party members refuse to be stereo typed. They are Republican , Independent and Democrats. They have gender and racial diversity as well as the will to accomplish their goals. Trying to nail a stereo type to the Tea Party is like trying to pinch a watermelon seed.

6. The media is easily intimidated by soccer Moms who will email their congressmen until the Interwebs lock up.

7. The media underestimated the popularity of the Tea Party movement and by insulting the Tea Bags have lost credibility with their audience. The media wants to blame the Tea Party for not being the crazy eyed fringe group that the media said they were.

8. Most of the members of the Tea Party are middle aged Moms. Snotty reporters like to rebel against their parents.

9. Upholding the constitution,paying less taxes and simplifying government makes too much sane and rational sense. Where's the drama and outrage in that?

10. The media hates that the Tea Party finds American TV reporting irrelevant. The Tea Party has managed to influence the course of American politics without the help and despite the attacks from the media.

To the media I say, " Don't mess with my Mom!"

It isn't junk food if you make it from scratch

I like pizza very much. French fries sometimes haunt my dreams. My compromise with the fact that most would consider these items to be junk food is that I make them myself. At least I can control the ingredients like using organic unbleached flour for the crust and low salt cheese and loads of veggies on the pizza.

Before you start to feel defensive, just know that I do buy and eat junk food. I'm not a militant foodie or anything. When you really want to eat comfort food as often as I do you try and soften the blow by making it.

I make fries using olive oil. That probably doesn't really make much of a difference but it makes me feel better. It eases the guilt. Trust me I have great food guilt to draw on. For instance, I eat real butter. To feel less guilty about it I buy unsalted butter. Recently I saw on TV that margarine is bad for you. I laughed my ass off. That happens a lot. Not the laughing part but hearing that something that was supposed to be fabulous for you turns out to be absolute crap.

Remember when eggs were decreed to be evil? Apparently they are good for you. Hah. I knew it. My favorite is the new information about how great cheese is for calcium and bone health. Those damn health Nazis have been trying to keep us all away from lovely cheese for decades!

My latest project is to make my own apple pie from scratch. Peeling apples is really tedious. By the time I am done with crafting a decent crust, peeling and seasoning apples and finally crouching in front of the oven viewing window like some weirdo pie stalker, I am exhausted. I guess I eat less because I'm spending more time in my recovery nap mode.

Now, if there was a way to make spray can cheese from scratch...

Pajamas at Walmart

I live in the Midwest. My neighbors are horses and cows. Walmart is the closest thing to Big City as it gets around here. I take that back, there is a Cato clothing store that is kind of a classy place to buy ladies clothing and shoes.

People in my town like to be comfortable. I think most people who work hard and have too little time prioritize comfort pretty high on the list. I do not wear pajamas to Walmart. Not because I find it inappropriate or unfashionable, but because I am very tall and pajamas are always too high over the ankles for me. While most people look cuddly and cute in their fuzzy flannel Jammie pants, they make me look slightly homeless with a borderline mental illness.

I find children piled in a cart, half asleep while a tired Momma shops late at night in their pajamas endearing. I once ran into an elderly man who was drunk in his dressing gown holding a jar of green olives late one night. He wanted to dance with me. It was 2AM and seemed appropriate at the time.

For years I tried to resist the urge to wear lounge wear. I thought that I had some unspoken agreement with society that I would always dress in proper dress attire. It was a little unnerving that nobody else seemed to adhere to the unspoken contract anymore. I am at a crossroads. Succumb to the casual comfort of sweat pants or make the time consuming effort of dressing. Oh, the temptation to stay in my still warm pajamas on a cold day...

My husband is a very tidy and stylish man. He has upheld his end of the agreement with refined society. He is the reason I fight the urge to roll myself up in shapeless sweat shirts and pajama pants to the restaurant. I do this partly because I like him to think I am pretty and partly to mark my territory. I dress to act as a warning to any  hunting females sniffing around my attractive husband that he already has a domestic goddess on his altar. No others need apply.

This is not fear dressing. I am merely wearing the uniform that delineates my position. I am fashionably scent marking my territory. I'm not afraid, this is just my job. You expect the guy in chage to wear a suit and his underlings to wear khaki pants and polo shirts. You expect the doctor to wear a lab coat and the patients to wear gowns.It just makes it easier for everybody.

This Winter I saw an entire family stroll into Walmart wearing Snuggies; all of them, Mom, Dad, Grandparents and two little kids. They looked like a cult. I'm not going to lie to you. It was really cold and they probably got caught without the appropriate clothing. These were emergency Snuggies! They had mastered comfort dressing on the fly and I was impressed. Perhaps I should have Tsk, tsked at the choice of garment, but they seemed really, really relaxed and snugly. The worst feeling I could summon about it besides the envy was mild amusement.

Last night I saw a commercial for giant onesies for adults. Big fuzzy, primary colored, zippered jumper affairs that even had a zippered butt trap door for easy access when you need to toilet. After a laugh at how they made everyone look like a Telly Tubbie I found myself thinking about what color I wanted...

The Maiden Post- Losing my blog virginity

Not since I opened a My space account for the first time with trembling hands and an excitement akin to a first date have I felt so vulnerable and thrilled. OK, not thrilled but a little nervous. That first blog you put out there is like your first impression.

Will they like me?
Will I seem cool and relevant? (Have I ever been cool and relevant?)

There is a lot of self induced pressure for a first blog post. Barring any massive Internet hack and deletion, the Internet blog is forever. It becomes the record of your electronic life that is out there and chiseled in Internet stone. This used to worry me a little.

Then one day as I was posting on a favorite website I googled some facts that I needed on an subject and I got me!  I mean, I googled up a quote I had written about two years previous. I found this hilarious. My only real fact to back up what I was writing about was...me.

While my ideals, goals and attitude have changed I did still find my own writing entertaining. I suspect I'll continue to change and evolve, even contradict myself until the day they put the toe tag on me. As long as I am funny and entertaining to myself I feel it is a worthy goal to document it.

I'm a rambler. I write like I think, much like a moth hopped up on espresso. Although I have never been formally diagnosed with ADHD, I feel a certain sympathy for the condition. I loath blogs that are mean. I don't want to be that blogger. I like funny, to the point and even a little painless information. When I'm feeling saucy I like to throw in a little gut wrenching stuff just to give a heartbreak sorbet in the middle of more funny scribbling.

So, there you have it. Thank you for being a part of my blogging deflowering.