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You know that old phrase “Truth is stranger than fiction?” It’s true! And it is, in this case, beyond sight and sound. Which makes it much stranger than fiction in my book.
I learned this today when I was watching a news report about the Texas primary election, and Congressman Steve Stockman (R-Beyond the O-Zone).
OK, I wasn’t really watching it. I was reading a blog post.
But John was watching it. And he froze the frame with the DVR shouting:
“Now I know why Stockman is so weird! Look at him! What IS he?”
I looked back at my husband with love, respect and concern for his sanity; I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“What IS he?” my husband of 27 years repeated.
As a political junkie and movie lover, John gets a special thrill when worlds collide. And if outer space is involved, so much the better. And tonight they did.
Because Steve Stockman, (R-Area 57) is clearly not of this earth. And finally, there was proof. Verification. Actual photographic evidence. And only the best sleuth/husband has so far identified it:
As John rightly pointed out, Congressman Stockman is from another planet. Remember Men in Black?
Stockman is clearly a Ballchinian.
I’m guessing that you now understand why I married this guy.
One of the many reasons I’ve never run for public office is that I hate asking for things. It makes me uncomfortable. It makes me feel unworthy. Unloved.
Votes have always been especially hard for me to ask for. So this is really hard for me to do.
But one of my earliest bloggin’ buddies, Lorna of Lorna’s Voice, nominated me for the BlogHer “Heart: Feel it” Award! And I need your vote to avoid total humiliation.
It is for my story/blog post, Letting Go.
Letting Go is a very heartfelt piece. You see, it was written with my dog Cooper asleep at my feet. Written knowing that the vet would soon come for his last, and saddest, visit with my ailing Cooper. But it isn’t a sad story. Because it is about a very special walk with a very special dog who made a very special friend that day. Or tried to, anyway. And it happened many years earlier, when Cooper was young and healthy and carefree. The story really did help ease the pain of his passing, even as I was facing it.
So please click on this link, register (sorry!) and vote. For me and for Coops. For Letting Go. (There’s a link to the post through this link.)
And pretend you’re in Chicago — vote early and often!