Hi, blogosphere. Yeah, I made that word up. We have a US update, there is a new but old president! Donald Trump makes it into office again. I did not think the results were going to be so definite so soon. I don’t know if you all remember the last election but it felt like waiting for the results drug on for weeks. Oh, yeah I think that did happen! This time America was looking for a change and we made it clear. President trump welcome back!
New but old President Trump, welcome back. We have been needing a change in the good ole US of A. I personally would like to see lower grocery prices. I always feel like once the price of something increases and the manufactures see that can get that price for the good the price is never going to come back down. I am going to cross my fingers. And I know that doesn’t really do anything but it makes me feel better.
Wish List for President Trump and Santa
Can I ask for lower gas prices too? This feels like a Christmas wish list. I also want blue Converses or Vans. If they are Vans I would like them to be blue suede.
WAIT! Also, home prices are through the roof. I want to buy rental properties but I come from a different time of home buying when prices were reasonable. I cannot fathom the current prices for real estate. What is even going on? They mirror our grocery prices, yet not our income.
I am looking for a change and am hopeful that President Trump will bring that needed change.
Diarrhea from President Trump
I know this is an IBS blog and you all may not want to hear about my political affiliations. President Trump may give some of you all IBS, but I know he is giving my mother some serious aversions. My mother is the kind of woman who would not ever admit to diarrhea. Even if it was due to Trump’s reelection. And she is low-key probably having diarrhea due to this election outcome.
You wonder how I came from a woman who does not admit a bowel movement to writing a blog about my bowel movements. That influence would come from my Dad. He has always been open about needing “to go”.
Vacation pooping
Mom. She will not poop for an entire vacation. If she is not at her home bathroom she will not poop. How does one even manage that? I would explosive shit my pants. I had a friend like that too. So, that is two people. I cannot wrap my head around that. When I gotta go, I gotta go. There is no “home” bathroom for me. It is the “now” bathroom.
Looking back at my childhood, maybe that explains why we really didn’t have vacations. We would visit my grandparents in Texas every spring break, but that was all for us. An occasional weekend at the beach. Maybe Mom didn’t want to hold it for a week. I laugh, but that could be it.
I do not feel like I missed out on anything only having spring break Texas vacations as a kid. I enjoyed those. And those set me up to be a cheap-ass and not expect vacations as an adult. I have a second house and going there feels like a vacation to me. And in my mom’s defense, it is another “home” bathroom.
Did your family take vacations as a child?
Does President Trump give you diarrhea?
