My regular readers (I love you both, by the way) know that I’m a big dork.  Remember when I met Michelle Malkin and Liz Cheney last fall?  Or how about two days ago when Marco Rubio said “Hi” to me?  I get excited when I meet people that I admire and respect from the far off distance of my living room.  I blog with a toddler in my lap; my life is not glamorous. People like Malkin and Cheney and Rubio are like rock stars to this political nerd.

I was in the blogger’s lounge at CPAC this afternoon when Steven Crowder walked in.  I wanted an interview for The Smart Girl Report.  So I grabbed him.  ”Hi, I’m Jenny Erik-”

“Yeah! You’re Jenny Erikson! I know you!”

I think my heart skipped a beat.  I really admire Crowder’s guts in truth seeking and his humor and energy in reporting it.  He’s, you know, a real reporter, not some smart-mouthed chick with with a blog like yours truly.  Once I got the knot out of my tongue, I asked him if he would please do an interview with me on RFC Radio.  He said he’d love to, and he gave a great interview about being a young conservative and of course some new media talk.  I’ll link you guys to it when the tech czars at RFC get it up for me.

When we were done chatting on the air, I asked him to record a quick promo for my show.  Which he did.  And he said I was a dish.  *swoon*

That promo is going to get played a lot.

Afternoons are crazy in my house.  Just after 2, Thing 2 will wake up screaming from her nap, if she went to sleep at all.  If not, then I’ll usually rescue her from her evil crib at that time.  Then we fight over what she should have for a snack.  She always wants a cupcake.  And I always say, “No cupcake!”  At which point she collapses into a fit of sobs and tears.  Eventually she’ll decide that she really does want the cheese/fruit/triscuits/other tasty wholesome snack, pick it up off the floor where’s she’s thrown it and eat it.

After that debacle, it’s usually time to go pick up Thing 1 from school and run an errand or two.  Today we had to get some new tires for my truck.  We went to Costco because I had some giftcards, plus you can get ice cream while you wait.  Into the tire center.  I know I need two at least, but think, “Hmm, do I really want to be back here in 3-6 months to replace the other two?  Nope!”  So I order up four new tires.  The very polite service guy rattles of a price of eight hundred dollars and change.  I’m not sure exactly, he lost me at eight hundred.  Two new tires will be just fine thankyouverymuch.  I tried not faint or choke or vomit as I forked over enough money to buy a plane ticket to Hawaii.  Then I spent some time day dreaming about Hawaii.

Of course I was slammed back to reality when Thing 1 tipped over Thing 2’s stroller in the tire department at Costco.*

Thankfully there was no line, so it was only a 45 minute wait.  We got some ice cream to share and I got a diet coke.  I haven’t been buying it regularly any more, because I can’t find find a twelve pack for less than $5, and let’s face it: that’s extortion.  I blissfully sipped my chemically caffeinated goodness while Things 1 & 2 raced to see who could eat more ice cream faster.  Turns out Thing 1, although she paid for it dearly with a massive brain freeze that I refused to listen to her whine about.

New tires, sugared up children, and a broke Jenny headed home.  I opened up my laptop and tweetdeck, trying to ignore the cacophony of, “I don’t want to do my homework!!!” and “Cupcake!” surrounding me.  And I saw avatar pics of terminator sheep with glowing red eyes.  And lots of tweets with the hashtag #demonsheep.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

So I tweeted: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is with the #demonsheep??

And I was immediately rewarded with links.  I love Twitter.  It satisfies my impatient nature.

The evil terminator demon sheep appear in an ad for Carly Fiorina, a sometimes fiscally conservative running for the republican nod to run against Senator Please-Don’t-Call-Me-Ma’am-Boxer in California.  The ad slams an even more liberal republican than herself, Tom Campbell. And for some reason, it’s filled with demon sheep.

It made my whole day.

Demon Sheep

*No toddlers were harmed in the making of this post.  Unless you consider cupcake denial to be harmful.  In which case, it was torturous.

The Smart Girl Report

One of my toddler’s favorite games right now is to pick up a Duplo block, hold it to her ear, and say, “Hew-woe?” It’s pretty cute, and a testament to how far technology has come that she is convinced that a bright green, 2-inch block with 8 little “buttons” is a cell phone. Actually, I’m not sure she’d even recognize a phone with a curly cord. Or even a regular bulky cordless. Her dad and I gave up our land line before she was even a twinkle in our eyes.

Generally speaking, I’m a fan of technology. I loathe the household chores now, I shudder to think about what it would be like if my daily list included emptying chamber pots, scrubbing clothes in a bucket and then putting them through that wringer thingy (ok, I admit, that crank wringer might be fun at first. But I’m sure it would get old fast.), or churning butter. I do love to cook, only over the flames of my gas powered stove top. Any cooking that involves chopping wood, stoking a fire, and crouching over a sooty fireplace is not for me!

I also love my laptop and my blackberry. They keep me connected with my family, my friends, and my world. Just by pushing some buttons, I can call family and friends on the other side of the country. I can check the news while waiting in line at the grocery store. I can sit on the couch and snuggle with that aforementioned toddler while I write this post.

Technology is pretty cool.

But when does it go to far?

Have you seen this robot? It’s pretty freaky. It looks sort of like a torso with legs. Humanoid legs. That work! This thing walks! Add some arms and a head, some of that human tissue and skin they’re learning to grow in labs, and BAM! Robots that look like humans!

Another piece of technology I love is my TV and DVD player. And I love movies. Some of my favorites are The Matrix, The Terminator, and T2. Battlestar Gallactica? Forget about it, I frakkin’ love it. 6 is my favorite Cylon. Isn’t she everyone’s favorite?

Those science geeks need to get out more and watch some movies and TV. Because then they’d know that eventually the robots take over and thus begins the Man vs. Machine war!

Duh. Everyone knows that. Well, at least people with a DVD player.

Oh to be a fly on the wall of the Oval Office… This is a conversation that I imagined up between President Obama and his Chief of Staff Rahm Emmanuel.  While the events referenced are true, the conversation itself is completely fictitious and nothing more than Silly Thoughts with Jenny.

“Hey Rahm, what’s on my schedule this week?”

“Well, Mr. President, General McChrystal requested to speak to you regarding the war in Afghanistan.  He feels that we will lose the war if you don’t send more troops.”

“I wish that war would just go away.  Do you think that’s a possiblility?”

“No Sir, but maybe if you never address the issue, the voters will forget about it.  Just keep telling them that you support the bravery of the troops and are consulting with top officials on an effective exit strategy.  Now that ACORN is on its way down the drain, we have to be very careful not to alienate our voter base with silly ideas about national security.”

“I like that approach.  Let’s go with that. Now that my schedule is clear, can I go on Letterman again?  I’ve been thinking of some new jokes involving Sarah Palin AND the Special Olympics.”

“No Sir, you were just there last week.  We agreed on no more than one talk show per month, remember?”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Mr. President, don’t make me call The First Lady in here…”

“Fine. But you better have something good for me this week, Rahm.”

“Would you like to address health-care?”

“No.”

“Cap and Trade?”

“Booor-ing!”

“Well, there is one thing you might be interested in… How would you like to fly to Copenhagen to lobby the International Olympic Committee’s voters to bring the games to Chicago in 2016?”

“What, like a campaign?”

“Yes, Mr. President, exactly like a campaign.”

“Well why didn’t you lead with that?  Go fuel up Air Force One and pack my suitcase!  We’re going to Copenhagen!”

“Very good, Mr. President.  I’ll set it up.”