Lots has happened this week but Sam and Munchkin are all I've blogged about...
Monday night was the Democratic Senatorial Debate at the Kravis Center. Betty Castor, Congressman Peter Deutsch and Miami-Dade Mayor Alex Penellas are running for Bob Graham's soon-to-be-vacant seat in the Senate.
Monday was also one of the wettest days we've had in AGES! Between leaving work on time, getting home to take care of puppies and driving up to WPB in rainy commute traffic I managed to make it in time to meet some Castor supporters before the debate began. Time management was definitely on a roll!
Sat with Tom at the Debate...we were surrounded by Deutsch and Penellas supporters. At one point during the debate, the Deutsch supporter next to me shrunk down in his seat, embarrassed by the relentless bashing Deutsch gave to Penellas for not supporting Gore in the 2000 elections. It made me cringe as well. The first time Deutsch brought it up was definitely a valid point, but he just wouldn't let it go....he went on and on and on like some droning political energizer bunny...maybe energizer donkey would be a better analogy.
Tom also filled me in on Penellas' horrific treatment of demonstrators in Miami...seems under his leadership the police force used brutal tactics on several occasions.
Overall, Castor made the best impression on me. She is intelligent, smart (definitely two separate qualities), qualified and experienced...having her in the Senate would be a coup for all Floridians. Penellas seemed way too poised, almost bordering on slickly-smarmy. And Deutsch kept droning on and on about his 23 years in pulic service...blah blah blah!
Once the debate ended, the Castor contingent migrated over to O'Shea's...got to talk with Betty, her husband and several members of her staff. Signed up to host a house party for her...have never done one but there is a first time for everything...and now is when it matters most. If you're going to be in the area 27 May, let me know and I'll give ya directions! And bring a speakerphone if you have one cause I don't!
Chatted with Frank at the end of the day on Tuesday. Have known him since 6th grade. He was my boyfriend in 8th grade and on-again, off-again through high school. And while marriage was assumed by some (including me), other circumstances beyond my control killed my hopes of marriage and almost killed our friendship as well...almost, but not quite.
Anyway, he stunned me by announcing he had recently joined the Young Republicans. NO FUCKING WAY. He is a SMART guy...how could he do this? Said he was going to put a yard sign for Bush in his front yard. I don't know why, but his words had the physical reaction of a sucker punch....the hugest sucker punch I've ever had in my life. I thought I was going to pass out. Got dizzy at my desk and after our talk ended I was beside myself. How could he? Was surprised at the intensity of my reaction. Couldn't believe our perceptions were so far apart.
Not sure if it was his comments or the leftover tuna melt I had from O'Shea's for dinner, but I felt myself getting sicker and sicker as the night went on...and was sick...very painfully and scarily so...from 1a-5a...wasn't sure if it was a heart attack, anxiety, stress....I was all doubled over, puking my guts out and my stomach felt like it was on fire. Made for a very out of it and quiet Wednesday.
Wednesday night was our DFA meetup. Sadly, the meetings are starting to sap my energy and enthusiasm. Waaaay too much tangential talking and not enough action. Add to that several attendees that just can't shut the hell up. Went on a good 45 minutes longer than it should have, even with an agenda. And perhaps the saddest moment of the night (and there were several) was when I ran into a co-worker on the way out.
Tara is a doll! 22 year old college student, bright, articulate, personable...the type of person our group would love to have join their ranks. And when she saw me, what did she say but 'Hey, are you a member of that group of old people that yells all the time'? Definitely not the way you want your group to be portrayed. It actually hurt when I heard her say that. And after the night before, my stomach had been shredded more than enough to handle any additional emotions.
Have been processing her comments and my feelings in general about who/what I've been devoting my time to and could it be better spent in other political forums or with different groups. Lots of thought but the jury is still out on that one. Was up until 4 just wondering and thinking and pondering.
Thursday woke up to a very quiet and listless Munchkin puppy. She wouldn't eat, drink, play or BITE. And I knew something had to be wrong if 'Jaws' wasn't biting. So I did what any zealous dogaholic puppy Foster Mommy would do...I smuggled her into work and had her at my desk until I left for lunch. While my company is very people friendly, it is not overly dog friendly. There was a potential to get reprimanded, but felt having her with me was worth any risk I might face.
It was like Moses parting the Red Sea. Once I entered my building I hightailed it to my desk...crate and all. The chances of that happening at 9 am without seeing a soul is almost unheard of. Put her crate under my desk and tried hard to act like nothing was out of the ordinary and I didn't have a listless little Black and White Chihuahua at my feet. She was such a good girl...not a peep the entire time she was there. Emailed Todd, Nic and Howard to let them know and ask them to keep it quiet...they all were pretty amazed I brought her to work...and of course had to come visit Her Highness and see for themselves.
The first hour and 1/2 went amazingly well...then Munchers got restless....so I put a towel on my lap, plopped her on top of it, and she zonked out. People walked by my cube saying hi to me as they passed and no one ever noticed her. Woo hoo...victory!! Of course, after a while word got out...I can't keep a puppy-related secret to save my life...about 10 people in all came by for a quick visit. Then it was time to leave to take her to the Humane Society to see the vet, so off we went thru the halls...right at lunch time.
Miracle of miracles, yet another parting of the Red Sea. Not one single employee did I run into. Never got found out. Never got caught. What a rebel, huh???? Happily, the vet checked her out and said she was fine, just run down for no apparent reason. Took her back to hang with Sam and after work she was back to her normal feisty self. Relief!!
Friday. Healthy Puppies. Payday. Friday. Enough said.
So now that I've caught you up on my life and what's been going on in it, time to call it quits for now. Am beyond tired. And it's been a busy week.