My darlings, it is that time of year again. As my friend Celeste says, " I LIKE the Earth, but I am not sure I always LOVE it." On the whole I do. I harken back to when I started a petition to get styrofoam banned from the Monterey High School cafeteria. After the article in the school paper was written about me, I promptly forgot all efforts. I don't think I even turned in the petition to ANYBODY. That's my problem, as a Diva, I can be rather shallow and distracted. A close friend once mentioned that my secret goal was just to be a celebrity endorser. Unfortunately, stage acting does not get the paparazzi following you in the HEB. Nobody even recognizes me from the three seconds I was in a commercial for the damn place.
It is not that I intend to be shallow, I just have attention issues. More on that later. If I remember. I realized that I needed to add depth (read actual knowledge) when I was volunteering for the Obama campaign , I was asked WHY I was supporting HIM. I will forever wish to snatch back out of the air, the blurted reply, "Because Oprah told me to." On this note, precious Blessings from Jesus, if you can't accept that a Diva trapped in the 'Burbs is usually going to be liberal, comfort yourself that, an argument on the details would do no good. I have no actual knowledge, or desire to learn, about the issues. That Black-Eyed Peas guy made Barack a video -I was sold. Face it, all the Republicans have is Ted Nugent and a lesser Baldwin. Not enough convention glamour for the Diva to get on board that train. Not by a long shot.
My penitence today for NOT turning in that damn styrofoam petition AND using the Greenpeace stickers on my Trapper Keeper, without sending in my donation, just to irk the Mont McClendon in Government class is upon me. Today, the Diva has committed to SOIL the 'Burbs. My second grader 's class is going on a nature walk to clean the neighborhood. Unfortunately, we would have to fire a landscaping team who OCD's the grounds on a weekly basis. Or we could call the Border Patrol and watch the "Benny Hill" music begin.
* Side note, blessings: Do not expect the Diva to actually maintain a level of PC finery in her blog. Catt-i-ness is part of Fab-u-lous-ness. The nature of the beastie. Read at your own risk.
So, in a moment, I must depart with my fake trash and multiple bags from the HEB that refuses to recognize my hottness and crap all over the welcome center. This will ensure that Ella's think tank of a class will actually have SOMETHING to clean up in this cookie cutter, Stepford, republican anthill. Diva sigh.
Hide and watch the Diva's antics always come round to bite her the fabulous butt. But for now, I proudly don my Cougar uniform of sports bra and 5k T-shirt I DID NOT earn. I am going out to Hansel and Gretel this bitch.
love and kisses,
The Diva
