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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

How Do You Guys Do It?

Every time I hit the publish button on a post, I have a mini-panic attack, albeit quiet. The voices in my head are often merciless, saying, This time you went too far! You have said way too much! Have you no shame, hanging your balls out there like that?!
I think, look at those links, woman! Why does your writing look so different from all others? You chose politics and yet you continue to go off the ranch with your wandering thought-streams.
Oh, hell if I know! I just know I'm not a mommy-blogger (no offense). And though my thoughts are at times random, I don't fit into the daily-happenings-of-life kind of blogging. Politics? Culture? Umm, kinda-sorta. America? Oh yes! All day, every day.
There are so many wonderful blogs to read among the millions in the blogosphere. I love finding new and interesting ones (feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments, btw). As for this blogger, it's an unpredictable experience for me every time I start typing.
For some, blogging is the business of writing, even if there's no money in it. For me writing is personal. I have tried to do it differently, but I have found I can not. My heart is in every word I write.
Some people make attempts to live without politics. They see Washington, D.C. as separate from their life, a place for liars and cheats. These people may vote, but they don't see much use in it. I understand their frustration, but I don't see what they see.
Politics live, breathes and breeds in every expanse and small corner of my life. Now don't misunderstand me. I don't want to discuss every political issue under the sun (I think that's kinda obvious). But I can't pretend I don't see the influence of our country's political climate at all of my life turns.
(In this latest turn of events, I'm writing a chapter in the parent's guide by the seat of my pants. Stay tuned. It's possible you could have some pointers that don't include locking them in the closet until marriages can be arranged.)
Maybe in 50 or a hundred years, some anthropologist can learn a pinch of what one citizen thought about her country's politics by perusing this little blog.
That's my truth and I'm sticking with it.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Praying for America

"....But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own. Intoxicated with unbroken success, we have become too self-sufficient to feel the necessity of redeeming and preserving grace, too proud to pray to the God that made us! It behooves us then, to humble ourselves before the offended Power, to confess our national sins, and to pray for clemency and forgiveness." 

--Abraham Lincoln, 1863

Once ago, there was a time when, if I saw the word "God" on a blog or in an article, I immediately discontinued reading. It wasn't because I didn't believe in God or lacked spiritual tenets by which I lived. I just assumed the writer was going to reveal themself as a zealot. Nonsensical justification, for sure. I am a work in progress.

I guess I wanted believers to reflect only my style of spirituality. Yeah, I know. Narcissism unchecked and unbalanced with the more palatable sides of one's character = deluded puppy, even if momentary. Meaning, I try to keep my self in balance, but I'm not always successful at it. Human, I guess.

This morning I came across the above quote by Abraham Lincoln on a blog and thought, our country needs God more than ever, we are in such strife. I have not given up hope, I refuse. America has been in dark places before and she has come through it with renewed strength and purpose. She will get through it again.
I have my own personal struggles going on right now too. Parenting.

When my children were small, they were fairly insulated from the world at-large. Now, as young adults, they are out and about, surrounded by liberal shenanigans and oodles of sheeple. Ugh! My eyes, my ears, my heart!

My kids are still the lovely beings who toddled, who sang and danced shows for me, who conquered maths, made science creations, who wrote poems and presented macaroni art. But this world is nipping at their heals and I feel powerless to watch.

So I do not give up! You got that world?! You can take your anger and doom/gloom ideas and stuff it! I mean, really, what purpose does it serve to shout refrains about how bad everything is?

I passed two men on the street yesterday who were lamenting heatedly about the "theys," conspiracy theorists who believe it's everybody else's fault. And I thought, God bless fellas, it must suck to be you.

As for me, I am praying. For America, for my children, for you, for me, I am praying.

That's my truth and I'm sticking with it.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

For Posterity: "You Didn't Build That" by Obama

In case, a few years from now, I start missing him, I want to remember some of the news the history tellers are gonna try to wipe clean as if it never happened.

During his speech in Virginia last weekend, Barack Obama said: "If you've got a business, you didn't build that." He goes on to say, all business success has been made possible because of the government.

The more he talks, the more excited I get about November. Barack just keeps putting his feet (yes feet, not foot) in his mouth.

So for posterity, here are a just a few good posts responding to Obama's remarks:

Obama Insults- "You didn't build that" and Romney delivers! - Pedaling Fast & Trying to Keep Up
Obama Sneers at Entrepreneurs and Business - Pondering Penguin
Obama Wants You to Know You Didn't Build Your Business - Human Events
"Nobel Peace Prize? You didn't Earn That" and more great responses... - Michelle Malkin

Americans are blogging our country's history. Mainstream media is no longer in charge. I think that's pretty cool.


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

187 Days

According to my countdown widget, we have just 187 more days left of having the worst president in America's history. Yup. I refuse to believe we will have Barack Obama for another four years. People may tsk-tsk in disagreement, but that's my truth.
I believe a lot of well-meaning Americans have come to realize they made a mistake by voting for Barack Obama. I also believe these Americans aren't about to tell the pollsters diddly-squat about their buyers remorse. So all those suggestive news stories about it being a close race is just a whole lot of malarky, IMHO. 
You think I sound like Pollyanna? Yeah, well, I'll take that moniker over someone's The-Sky-Is-Falling-and-We're-All-About-To-Be-Crushed-Like-Bugs-and-DIE. Uh huh, that person's a real bag of joy and laughter to chat up about life. Not my speed at all.
But Namaste, another person might say, the realities are blah blah blah blah blah. To which I would say, I take my cue about realities from a much Higher Source, thanks. Last time I checked God was still inspiring spring cleanings and make-overs inside and outside of man's little buildings and little lives. Just sayin.
That's my truth and I'm sticking with it.
P.S. Check out this feel good story about conservatives being happier than liberals at RightKlik.
P.P.S. Check out another ordinary citizen keeping up the spirit of optismism in his fight for America. See Robert at Wise Conservatism.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Lurkers Make It Hum!

I get along with most people. But there are some people who truly can not stand the sight of me and never will. Coming to that understanding was at first, to me, like swallowing one of those uncoated horse-pills. I had to keep drinking large doses of Get-over-yourself-already! to make that pill go down. Heh.
Anywayz ....
You know that little kid you see at large gatherings like weddings and such? They're usually about four years old and can be seen hugging their dad's pant leg for dear life or pressing their face shamelessly into their mom's skirted tush. If you look away and look back at them quickly, you'll find them staring wide-eyed at you and every adult who isn't looking. OR. They may be sitting with other kids who are playing and chatting, ignoring the kids, but staring at the grown-ups. 
And forget about trying to talk to them cause they're not talking. Unless you exert a whole lot of energy trying to show them what an exceptional grownup you are, dedicating your precious time to make them smile, you get zip.
I wasn't the kid hiding, but I definitely was the kid sitting with the other kids, not playing or chatting with them. My eyes wide, I didn't miss much. Still don't. I'm an avid people watcher.
And as much as I love all kinds of people and can get along with most, I am still partial to the quiet people. Not liking them better necessarily, but noticing them whereever I go.
They've doodled quietly during large staff meetings. They've stayed behind while co-workers went out for impromptu group lunches. They've been wallflowers at parties. During a neighbors' barbecue, they can be seen on their own deck reading a book. They've tended to shy from the spotlight.
Some of them even lurk, quietly reading blogs without comment.
Hello lurker! I just wanted to say hi. This post is dedicated to you. Say hello if you like. Or not. Thanks for making the blogosphere hum with your interest!

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Spinach In Your Teeth?

I love when I look at my side-bar and see a post that says "no politics today" or "feel good story." That's kinda what this post is. I thought I'd simply pop in and say hello. I haven't thought of a topic lately which I feel like sinking my teeth into. But I knew I needed to post something. So here I am.
Anywayz! How are YOU doing? Tell me about your summer. What have you been up to? Anything new going on?
Me? Well, I play a lot of tennis during the summer. That's what I've been up to on most weekends with my hubby.
I've also been reading. I just finished Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. A well-written biography about POWs during World War II. Now I'm reading You can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe.
I've been mentally-parenting young adults lately. Huh? I know, it sounds strange. But it's the best way I can put it. I wish people would blog more about parenting. Not the flowerey aspects, but the more challenging parts. Mental-parenting for me has been staying as quiet as I can while my young adults make their own life choices.
Mental-parenting puts me in my head .... A LOT. (Yah! I know! As if I don't already spend enough time there already) There's no more daily guidance by me, as when my children were younger and required shelter, food and clothing. Now I am mostly quiet. Even when they think they want my opinion, I resist the urge to say too much. *Sigh* Each part of parenting is its own challenge.
I've been chatting with my hubby, discovering our marital friendship has no end to how far and wide it can grow. He is truly the bestest friend I've ever known. I'm so honored to know him. And I'm glad he likes me so much :)
The post title is a reference to a text I sent my daughter a few days ago. As she was leaving the house, I forgot to tell her she had a piece of spinach stuck in her teeth. So I sent her a text message about it. Of course she didn't look at her phone for a couple of hours cause she was busy at work. And she's the smiley-type, so we had a good chuckle about that.
I know. Very Random. Just like my post.
So! What's been happening with you? Anything?

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


No taxation without representation! This position of the citizens of the Thirteen Colonies against British rule was among the factors which catalyzed the War of Independence, creating a divide among our countrymen, patriots versus loyalists. In the years of 1775 - 1783 General George Washington's army is estimated to have lost 3000 or more men (source).

America has a proven history of attainment in fighting for her rights and for her freedoms. I live in humble gratitude to our service men and women (and their families) for their sacrifice to sustain our country's independence. Freedom has never been and never will be free.

 The legal separation of the Thirteen Colonies from Great Britain actually occurred on July 2, 1776 when the Second Continental Congress voted to approve a resolution of independence declaring the United States separate from Great Britain (source). According to our history, the formal signing of the Declaration of Independence occurred on July 4, 1776.


Enjoy your day off friends!