now what if...is it possible?

I am not writing this post on the eve of what is going to be a monumental day in history to change any one's mind. Actually "if you don't know by now, you will never know" who to vote for.

These are just some thoughts that have been floating around 90% of my brain while the other 10% has been engaged all day. Thoughts of campaigns, rallies, slanderous advertising, promises, plans, agendas, prank calls, massive media coverage, blogs, and micro-blogging. There is so much hype and propaganda that it is hard to discern the truth of what an elected official will accomplish. I need to get this out of my head so I can sleep tonight.

So my mind came to rest on a WHAT IF situation.
WHAT IF there was a candidate that was held as the GREAT WHITE/BLACK HOPE.
WHAT IF there was a candidate that gave excellent speeches that were heartfelt to the masses.
WHAT IF there was a candidate who could appeal to 95% of the voting population.
WHAT IF there was a candidate who could raise unprecedented amounts of capital.
WHAT IF there was a candidate who one appeared intelligent, articulate, and "down to earth" at the same time.
WHAT IF there was a candidate who appeared to have the answer to most of the problems facing the majority of the voting population.
WHAT IF there was a candidate who ran a campaign like well-oil engine that purred continuously.

WHAT IF this candidate was the result of an elaborate, meticulously-planned, well-financed PR project. The image created by this project was the best that any voter had ever seen.
WHAT IF this candidate won by a horrendous landslide.
WHAT IF this candidate failed to render proposed agenda.
WHAT IF this candidate was able to blame failures on existing conditions from when term commenced
WHAT IF this candidate was reelected, without any accomplishments

WHAT IF this became true...COULD IT?

Hubby says I have no faith, I say I have low expectations, but an active imagination

impossible, but true

For the first time in 38 years, 8 months, 2 days, and unknown hours, the thought impossible has occurred. The vivid imagination of SistaGP has stalled. It is understandable that traumatic and lifestyle change events occuring within a short amount of time of each other can have a significant affect on the psyche. Stormy weather, travel to graduation 300 miles away in the middle of the night, and move to a new home in three back-to-back weekends has physically drained this unique collection of brain cells.

12-foot ceiling.
Thankfully, we had the intellect to spend a weeks vacation for the unpacking process. Days were spent from sun-up to almost midnight daily in the tasks of locating items that had been in storage for 4 years, 9 months, and "too tired to count" days/hours. Hubby returned to work 4 days ago and I was left with a dining room and garage full of stuff that mostly will added to the county's landfill.

Since there has been no "power of reproducing images stored in the memory under the suggestion of associated images or of recombining former experiences in the creation of new images directed at a specific goal or aiding in the solution of problems", here is a list of the ten most popular ramblings during the process of re-aquainting myself with my personal belongings.

• I know I saw that somewhere!
• Why did we pack that?
• "Label: Misc" Translation: I'm so tired of packing; just stick in this box.
• Oh, I remember this!
• I know I saw it, but where is it now?
• WOW, it still works!
• How do you turn it on again? (hubby's rigged stereo equip)
• Did I raid a Tupperware party?
• Why did he (hubby) put that there?
• WHERE ARE MY CHARGER PLATES?