monday. again.

Aside from about 10 minutes of Nightline last night, I have successfully avoided the media frenzy surrounding 9/11. No one is going to say anything even remotely groundbreaking about this arbitrary anniversary. I'm mostly avoiding it because it sickens me to see Democrats and Republicans use it for political gain with the upcoming midterm elections.

Dick DeVos has got a couple of new ads out that are really good. In one he goes through her campaign promises from 4 years ago (of course leaving out that some of those promises were blocked by the Republican legislature) and in the other he hits back on her "he-sent-jobs-to-China" ad. What's interesting is that despite his far superior ads his numbers aren't going up. Maybe...just maybe...he won't be able to buy this election afterall.

This weekend went by entirely too quickly. Between Season 2 of Project Runway (it is absolutely DIVINE! Santino and Daniel and my Tim Gunn!) and the little bonfire that could, I feel like the weekend should just be starting. Birthday gathering was pretty much a success though short (some of us needed not consume Jameson. ahem). The Traverac made an appearance. As did Raleigh and his special ladyfriend Lauren. It had been entirely too long since last I'd Raleighed. Though who can blame him when he's got such a charming and lovely companion to keep his attentions occupied.

It's a cold and rainy day here in Western Michigan. Of course the rain managed to hold off until I was just about ready to take off on my bike:

1. My messenger bag really is waterproof.
2. My panties are not.
3. Biking in the pouring rain makes one feel slightly insane.
4. And really badass.