In less than 48 hours we will hopefully know who the next leader of our country will be. I am relieved and exhausted for many reasons. While even in the midst of such political, economic, social, and civic turmoil I still believe that we are the greatest country in the world. For all that is labeled “wrong” with our country (and trust me I could make a list just like any of you) at least we are free. Free to speak, free to worship, free to agree, free to disagree. We wake up each morning allowed to make our own choices. That is much more than so many people all over this world. For that alone I can be thankful.
I think this election has been so difficult for me because I know so many wonderful people on both sides of the political spectrum. Both sides I respect, both sides I can see their points. Therefore, it has been difficult for me to hear the constant degrading and disrespect slung from both sides. I just think that we as a nation should be better than that. Yes, we disagree and issues are important, but can’t we just do it respectfully? What good do we think we are accomplishing in the eyes of the world for us to rip each other apart every 2-4 years for the sake of winning an election?
Why do we choose to degrade the choices of friends, family, and aquantinces all in the name of a political party of candidate? Can’t we just respect that they are intelligent, free-thinking human beings who may have an opinion? Shouldn’t their opinion matter to us? Isn’t your relationship with that person so much more weighted and important than any stance or agenda? Unfortunately, as evidenced by this divisive election, our passions have lent themselves to lines being drawn. Lines I had hoped to stay very far away from. I didn’t want to be grouped with an “us” or a “them” side, instead I chose to stay right where I feel I literally am-in the middle.
I am concerned about people loosing their homes in this economy. I am concerned about people being one lay-off away from not having an income. I feel deeply about the sanctity of life in terms of the unborn, but I also am concerned about the millions of children across this world and yes, even in our country, who are not cared for and loved. I want our world to be a clean and safe place for our children, but I also know that to put food on the table and provide health insurance people (at this point) must still drive to work which keeps us a slave to the oil industry. I want my children and my friend’s children to grow up in a world free of tyrants and those who seek to kill and destroy their way of life. I also hope they never have to endure the hardships and separations of an ongoing war.
So, where does that leave us? For me, it keeps me right in the middle. Both sides I see good, both sides I see bad. So what is a person like me to do? It has led me to do what I am hoping that everyone who chooses to take on the awesome responsibility of voting will do. To educate themselves, to know the issues, and to seek out God’s will in their right to vote. That is really all we can do. I hope you all are voting or have voted your conscience. I know I am.
And no matter what happens come Wednesday morning or January ’09, it is important to note that no matter who is elected our next leader they deserve our respect, our prayers, and our support. If their political stances differ from yours work to change them, after all that is your right, because you are an American. The next decade will not be easy, not matter who is in office. Just work to make this country better, don’t choose to become indifferent and detached, that is when we will all loose.
Vote your conscience.
Tags: Entertainment, Movies
Last night our good friends, Mr. and Mrs. Peanut asked us to go to see this new movie Fireproof.
It was so great! I laughed, I cried, Hubby did too even though he won’t admit it! (Yeah, it would be better if you didn’t tell him I said that!) It reminded me so much of The Notebook in the storyline, but it follows a couple after all of the romance and the newness of a relationship have worn off. It is the story of a man trying to save his marriage. He works day by day to win back the heart of the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life with. It was an amazing story. Go, go to the theaters now!
Did I mention Kirk Cameron? Yeah, really, go!
Tags: Gas, Nashville
Guess where the only city in the nation is without gas?
Yep, my beloved Nashville.
Natural Disaster? Act of Terror? Oil Spill?
No. No. No.
Rumors of no gas? Gas Hoarding? People who panic way too easily?
Yes. Yes. And yes.
People, we down here in the South are living up to our reputation.
We are stupid.
The same people who run out and pillage the bread and water bottle aisle on the one winter day a year when the forecaster call for 1-2 inches of snow have transferred their natural disaster panic mode to the gas pump.
All it took was for one loudmouth somewhere in the city to say, “Go get gas, due to the hurricane we will be out by the end of the day.”
This one statement set into motion a range of panic and an every man (tank?) for himself mentality.
AND WE ALL FELL FOR IT.
As I was driving out to meet friends tonight, Hubby and I were met with a line of cars dissecting our little town and stopping traffic. Now, we have had one station without gas most of the week, but no one panicked. But one statement about being the “only station west of town that had gas” sent our little town into pandemonium. My phone rang and Mae informed me that there was no gas to be had in town. Lines stretched for miles. Motorists were stranded. People literally fighting for their turn at the pump.
“They are saying that there won’t be gas for over a week. People are worried about getting back forth and to work next week.”
Well, since Hubby and I both commute, and we were both under 1/4 of a tank, we knew we had to join the frenzy because my job depends on my showing up. No choice to not get gas. We joined the line. I got to be in the short line because my tank is on the right side of my car-thank you and your German engineering Volkswagen- and I still waited over 45 minutes and I was third in this pump’s line!
When my intial wait was over, it took me over 15 minutes to pump 3/4 of a tank of gas. The pumps were so slow. Teach a two year old to count to fifty and that would be faster than the ticker on the pump’s meter. Ridiculous. I had to switch to Premium during the course of my pumping just to keep it moving. Hubby was not so lucky. Well over an hour he waited only to be told her could only get a certain amount once he reached the pump. Let the rationing begin.
Excuse me, do we live in a Communist country now? Apparently so. Ok, so I was wanting them to ration the guy in front of me who filled TWO of what had to have been 20 gallon gas cans, his tank in his car, and I think his jet ski. It took him over thirty minutes, I kid you not. So, I am torn on the rationing.
And why all of this drama? Because people are silly. Some loud mouth preaching economic doom and shortage sent us all into hoarding mode. Some poor people tonight are still stuck on the roads, forced to stay home, and all around adjusting to having no transportation for who knows how long. Newscasters went on air telling people not to panic, instructing people to stop hoarding, and requesting people to only get what was necessary.
What did the people of the Mid-State hear?
“THERE WILL NOT BE GAS FOR WEEKS AND WEEKS AND WE WILL ALL PERISH SO DO WHATEVER YOU CAN AND AT WHATEVER COST TO AQCUIRE AS MUCH GAS AS YOU CAN AFFORD.”
And what happened? Yes, No Gas to be had. Anywhere. Yeah, we are not proving people wrong on our stupidity.
Not our best moment.
Don’t come thru Nashville wanting to get gas. You will enter the vortex of stupid and not be able to escape, unless a TDOT truck shows up and gives your empty tank a handout.
Oh wait, I am pretty sure they said they are out too. Guess we are all screwed.
Tags: Election, Politics
I want to thank Angela for brining my attention to this awesome video.
Don’t be a moron! And if you are as sick of all the election mumbo-jumbo as I am, you will enjoy this!
The one where you all give a riff about who is on my hit list.
Please fix the bug that continues to sign me out of my gmail account. Every day. Without fail. It is annoying.
About to go back to Hotmail,
Frustrated Incessant Emailer
Dear Baby Nephew,
I know you are a whopping seven lbs. and you think you are ready to make your entrance into the world, but you are not ready yet, hold on and hang out.
And I want to kiss your face!
Dear Lily and Ellie,
Stop hogging my bed. I don’t enjoy clinging for life to the edge of the bed each night while you and Daddy splay out and stretch. I need rest too. You know crabby Mommy is not fun for anyone.
For your own sanity,
Dear People Who Want Me To Vote for Your Candidate,
Stop emailing, facebooking, tweeting, myspacing, snail-mailing, texting, pigeoning, and smoke signaling me your views of who I should vote for. I really resent the fact that after reading what you send me I need to spend countless hours on Snopes, Factfinder, and Factcheck to see if you really know what you are talking about when it relates to the issues. Mostly, I am finding that you don’t so please trust me to make my own informed decision. I am not an idiot. I don’t believe that Obama is not experienced and I don’t buy into the fact that Sarah Palin is going to ruin American if she is elected to the Vice Presidency. You all make me want to vote for the candidate whose supporters and party are classier, less annoying, and yell the softest. And yes, I know that is not a good way to pick my next President, but you are all driving me nuts with all the disrespect and mudslinging.
Wishing for Mid-November,
Annoyed Independent Voter
Dear Anonymous Hate Commenters,
Go away. You are not wanted here.
A WP user with great Askimet
Dear Commenters Who Still Want to Persuade Me of Your Political Agenda,
See above letter to people who are trying to convince me to vote for your candidate. And yes, I will delete your comment. This is not a political blog and I don’t want your views published in my world, regardless of whether I agree with you or not.
Your Blogging Friend,
Please stop giving me the “Login Keychain” window. It is like my gmail-annoying.
A loyal Mac user who does not want to regret the switch from Dell
Sidenote: If you can tell me how to turn this off I will vote for your candidate.
No. Like I said I am really not that dumb.
Dear Google Reader,
Do you miss me? I don’t miss you- especially when you read over 100 every single morning.
I think we need to breakup,
Stop taking up so much of my time, especially with Oregon Trail.
Way to go with the Pandora Application for my Itouch. This really rocks. It totally made my day.
Pleased with Apple,
A loyal Fan
Tags: Election, Politics
This is such a sticky subject, but I am going there. I consider myself a pretty moderate person when it comes to politics. There are a few issues I am very passionate about. Just to mention a few: foreign affairs, the environment, the war, our veterans, family issues and healthcare. I was so impressed with the ability everyone had over at Alexa’s to nicely discuss their need or lack of party affiliation. It seems overwhelmingly that most of you are not connecting to a party but to the issues, which in my mind is very wise. I also was so relieved to see that most of us seem to really understand and are passionate enough to be educated about the issues that are deciding the course of the future of our country. No longer are we just voting a certain ticket because someone told us to or because our great great grandfather did, we are choosing based on our conscious and what will impact our future. Bravo!
It got me to wondering. If we are breaking the mold of generations and not necessarily choosing our candidate based on their party affiliation, what are the issues that will ultimately decide your choice for the next president? What do you do if you are like me and you find yourself supporting different platforms of both candidates? How do you weigh the importance of one issue versus another?
Like Alexa said, discuss nicely!
Tags: Entertainment, Nastia, Olympics, Shawn, Women's Gymnastics
The Summer Olympics are my favorite. I love the fact that every four years the world, for the most part, seems to stop, watch, and realize that our planet is full of amazing and talented people who may not look like us, worship like us, or live like us, but all in all we come to realize that we are all just people living on a rock.
I love the unity that it brings, the exposure to other cultures that it gives us, and the heroes it produces for us to admire.
One of my favorite stories so far from this games comes from the example of Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson. Comeptitors, teammates, and roommates, they hold many roles to each other.
In the midst of the most heated athletic competition known to our world, these two women have competed against each other and won the women’s highest honors, all the while remaining friends and supporters of each other. They exemplify class and respect each time they speak about their relationship. They went into the competition as individuals, yet they committed to supporting each other as teammates. They said from the beginning that they wanted to go 1-2 in the Women’s All-Around. And they did. But they both understood that one would be first and one would be second. But in the midst of it all they remained each others biggest supporter.
How phenomenal is that? They chose to use each others talents and strengths as catapults to drive harder and push themselves at their own training and aspirations, instead of tearing each other down and competing negatively which would have lead them to ruin.
While they were both each other’s main competition, they remained friends and teammates first, refusing to hinder each other’s goal.
What an amazing example this is to women everywhere.
I have been the first-hand recipient of some less-than-nice women all of my life. Instead of seeing me as a teammate or a friend, they chose to lash out in fear of their own territory and in the end it caused great strife and rifts in the attaining of our common goal. I have left jobs because of it, lost friends over it, and refused to participate in organizations because of the drama that some women bring upon their own. Women everywhere, take notice. These two young women have it all figured out.
Life up your teammate, even in times of competition. Support their process, even at the cost of your own gain. Celebrate their success, even in the midst of your own set-backs. It’s really not that difficult.
And that is why those two young women make me proud. A few medals gold and silver medals are just to boot.
Tags: Live Blogging, Olympics, Opening Ceremony
On Friday night Hubby and I parked ourselves in front of the TV with our Chinese food to watch what everyone else all over the world was watching. I love the Summer Olympics. I used to pretend that I was Kim Zmeskal and Shannon Miller and when I was four my parents enrolled me in gymnastics. I was big stuff. I vaulted, I beamed, I could walk on my hands in a hand-stand for over a minute. I was big stuff. If you never dreamed you were an Olympic gymnast I feel sorry for you.
So this year I thought I would try to live blog the entire opening ceremony.
- That was the coolest countdown I have ever seen. Great way to start it off China, I especially love that you didn’t just stick to the english numbers. Loved the chinese numerals.
- Those fireworks were so bright I thought at one point a mushroom cloud was forming. Slight panick is now subsiding.
- Amazed by the huge screen with no end. Amazed.
- Was impressed with the commercials, until the skinny girls jeans Old Navy Commercial. No one can wear those things comfortably.
- Morgan Freeman’s voice makes me a little sad.
- Just opened my fortune cookie which says, “You take an optimistic view of life.” Then Ellie ate it, yes the fortune itself. Does that still mean it is true?
- Loved the blossoms coming from the wall. What great symbolism.
. . . and I did not make it any further. Why? Because I was in awe. When they rolled out that huge LCD screen and the Tai Chi masters kept their perfect concentric circles I was gone. I was in awe.
Wasn’t it amazing? I feel sorry for the next Olympic planning committee. I am not sure they can supass or even meet our expectations now. Who is it by the way?
What was your favorite part?
Last night, did you all feel a significant drop in the air pressure as we all gasped in horror followed by screams of anger, howling dogs, and things being thrown and broken? It was most likely around 8:50 CST. Well, if you did don’t fear. I have an explanation for the natural phenomena. It is the moment where all of America and later, many other countries went. . . .
WHAT……THE………HECK????. . . .
It was the moment when Deanna picked Jesse.
Hold on. What just happened here? Did she really just pick the snowboard instructor who used words such as “rad” and “totally awesome” to describe his feelings for her? I have nothing against snowboarders, just this one in general. His quirky demeanor alone did not push me away from his fan club, it was the feeling that the entire act was a total farce. I have a friend who used to live in Colorado who actually knew the guy. He taught her sister snowboarding lessons and she said that this is not him at all. In fact, he is very much a jerk who makes all of his students cry during their lessons. I get he wants his students to be good at what they do and all, but to make teenage girls cry?! Not cool.
Left to go home was Jason, the single dad who was romantic and loving and um, secure in his career and who wanted nothing more than to marry her. He had been hurt so bad before when his former wife left him to care for his son, and in his words he “let down the armour for Deanna” and poor guy got his heart sent packing.
There is Jesse who looks like he is being led to his death leading up to the big decision. I get that he was nervous, but I don’t think it was about him wanting to be with her, I think it was about marriage in general. When he went to pick out the ring he was bent over, head in his hands, literally freaking out and hyperventalating at the thought of looking at rings. Really? If you are so freaked out, let’s take a step back and figure out if you really want to be here.
I am all for finding love in all places, but c’mon dude, if you loved her so much you would have done a few things. 1) I think you would be a little more sure if you felt the need to propose. 2) You should have been able to win over her family more and convince them that you were the man for her 3) You could come up with more descriptive words for the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with other than 90’s surfer slang.
Now, to the guy she passed up. I am sure that women everywhere who are single are storming the ABC office this very morning demanding he be the next Bachelor and waiting in line to fill out an application to be on the show. Oh Jason, our hearts broke with you. The fact that she did allow you to get down on your knee and begin to propose only to reject you sent Deanna down negative levels in my book. You were so confident, and you were not the only one. She fooled us all. America is sorry. Go home and be a good dad to your son, and know you are the better for it.
And the three second proposal which consisted of:
Jesse: “Deanna, will you spend forever with me?”
Way to be climactic ABC. Could you not at least have given him something more to say when he was proposing marriage?!!
And all Deanna could say when it was over?! “I can’t believe I picked the guy with the pink shoelaces!”
We can’t either girl, we can’t either.
Tags: Holidays, Memorial Day
For all the servicemen and women and their families. Thank You.