Cristy_Fajardo's Blog

    First I'd like to thank Mr. E for his kind comments on my last blog. They were definately appreciated.
  
    As for this blog let me preface it by saying, on an almost daily basis I tackle serious topics on our newscasts, so I hope you forgive me for writing about something utterly frivolous.
   
    I love my iphone. There I've said it. Actually the fact that I embrace any new technology is huge. I'm pretty much technologically challenged. I'm the type of person who bought a great digital camera but rarely bothers to download the pictures, let alone put them on a cd. Speaking of cd's, until i got my iphone, I still used a disc man. Yes, they still exist.
I've had mine for years, and since it still works I figured I didn't need an ipod. Incidentally, I recently won an ipod in a raffle, so I'm moving up.

    Still, the iphone has it's drawbacks. My boyfriend jokes that I'm an iphone know-it-all. You know the type of person that constantly fact checks everything on the internet feature. OK, I admit my iphone makes me annoying, unfortunately that's not the only problem.
The spell check on the iphone has also made for some embarrassing moments. My stubby fingers constantly hit multiple keys and the spell check guesses what I'm trying to say and changes it. So what? You say.  Well, it changed one friend's name to gasbag, and changed another friend's name to Sumo. She's a woman, that didn't go over so well. What's more I've gotten a few chuckles, when I've sent e-mails, signed Crusty. It apparently doesn't like Cristy either.

    It's enough to make me miss my blackberry, but I'm not ready to chuck the iphone just yet. Still if you get an e-mail or a text message from me and your name is butchered, or the words don't make sense. Don't blame me, blame my iphone.

I've resisted blogging until now, because I find my own thoughts so lackluster I've never even bothered to keep a diary. I fear my meandering ruminations would make Paula Abdul seem coherent. But if this blog winds up being one of those blah-gs, please be kind.

Each election year, candidates bill themselves as post-partisan candidates who can cross the aisle, bridging the gap between Democrats and Republicans. If they are really that good at peace-making, then perhaps they should counsel some of my friends who are getting into blended marriages. I’m not talking about marriages with kids from different spouses. What I mean are bi-partisan marriages: one spouse who’s Republican, the other a Democrat. They’re Blue and Red State love-mergers that I call “purple couples.”

The most famous purple couple has to be Maria Shriver and Governor Schwarzenegger (I’d love to be a fly on that wall). She endorsed Barak Obama, he supports McCain.

The same is true of a good friend of mine who just started dating her boyfriend. When he asked her why it took so long for her to consent to a date, she answered, “ I didn’t know you. You could have been a psycho, an axe murderer, or worse a Republican.”

He counters that she’s almost perfect except for one serious flaw, she’s a Democrat.

While I was visiting with her, he constantly texted her quoting Bill O’Reilly, she wrote back quoting Keith Olbermann. They will no doubt spend the next months trying to sway the other’s vote. In the end, they will likely go to the polls in November and cancel each other out.

For another friend simply neutralizing his wife’s vote is not enough. He boasts about voting absentee and then keeping his wife busy with the kids on election day so she won’t have the chance to go to the polls.

But even he could have learned a thing or two from a friend’s parents. Her mother is a diehard Democrat and her father a lifelong Republican. She reminisces about the Kennedy days, he longs for the Reagan era. Over the years the two have joked so much about keeping the other from voting, her father is now afraid to eat breakfast on election day, out of fear she may put laxatives in his food, or give him food poisoning. He may have reason to be suspicious:  his wife may be plotting to pay him back for one of his election day antics. A few years back he hid her car keys and she had to take a cab to cast her ballot.

Despite their political differences all these couples really do love each other, just maybe not the day after the election. ( Kind of reminds me of USC alums married to UCLA alums, after the big game. But that’s the subject of another blog).

Still, unless we have a repeat of 2000, the day after the election one spouse will be cheering or should I say gloating. The other left to lament solo, and wait for revenge – in the next election.