Well, over the weekend Whil and I moved into our new house! Three of his little brothers and our good friend Ben came out to help and we got the brunt of it done on Sunday afternoon. It seemed like there would be so much more work than there was...I guess that's because the boys did all the heavy lifting. I helped though, damn it! I was a packing MACHINE. And I carried a lot of boxes and Ikea bags and the like. Oh, a little tip to those who don't know, the big blue reusable Ikea bags are so usefull to have when you're moving. They can hold just about anything and they're much easier to lug around than boxes. Not to mention, they're much more eco-friendly than carboard boxes. We seriously only had like 4 real boxes full of stuff, and the rest was in Ikea bags. They're my new favorite thing.
The house is still awesome. There are a few things I wish I would have noticed before we moved in so they could have been taken care of before we started moving, but hindsight is 20/20 and they're taking care of it now, anyway...so no harm, no foul. (How many cliches did I use there? Whew.)
BoDee and Fern seem to love it. They don't know what to do with all the room! I keep finding them sprawled out in the oddest places. Seems like they're just trying out all their different options. So cute.
Whenever I had to move with JayDee, she would get really anxious and would wind up either having the runs or vomiting for a few days, so I was a little worried about how BoDee would take this move since it's our first with him. He seems to be doing pretty well! The only thing is that his behavior is leaving something to be desired. BoDee is a pretty damn good dog, he doesn't really get into trouble at all, but on Sunday Whil and I were out picking up some stuff from the apartment and when we came back, BoDee had torn through the trash (SO not his style), peed in the kitchen and taken a dump in the living room. We were pretty shocked! He got in pretty big trouble though, so I don't think we'll have to worry about anything like that happening again.
I hate disciplining him, he's SO sensitive. But it for sure had to happen, we would like to keep that good dog stuff going for as long as we can! :)
Other than the new house, things are moving along as usual. I'm feeling a little depressed as of late...but eh, what can you do? I'm working on some personal relationships, but I don't really see any gain yet, and that is pretty discouraging.
I'll post pictures of the new house soon...maybe some with BoDee in them since I STILL haven't posted any of him. HA!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
The tide could very well be turning...
Well first of all, I totally ate shit coming up the stairs to work today. I was carrying a massive DCOI (for those who aren't awesome, that's a Diet Coke on Ice which is basically the love of my life), trying to put my sunglasses in my purse, and juggling BoDee's blanky all at once. I was 3 stairs from the top and my shoe somehow came off. I have small feet and damn near every pair of shoes I own is too big. I fell forward and landed with all of my weight on one knee. Of course it was my bad knee. Of course. You know what though? I saved my DCOI. I could have been concerned about hurting myself, but that seems just slightly less important than preserving my morning pick me up. As I fell, I yelled "shit!" rather loudly. I don't know why, but I physically cannot fall without screaming some sort of obscenity. Luckily, I get here pretty early so there weren't too many people to witness my fall. There were a couple dudes at their desks, so I just looked up, sprawled out on the floor, smiled and said "Hello!". What else can you do? So that's my morning.
Moving on, yesterday I had my performance review. I was pretty nervous about it, I won't lie. I feel like I work pretty damn hard, and give this job everything I have to give it, but there are times when I feel like my best just isn't good enough. There are definitely nights when I'm crying to Whil, wondering if maybe this just isn't the place for me. That actually happened just last week after a manager candidly told me that he felt I was awesome at the adhering to and enforcing the process involved with my job, but just plain sucked at my actual job. So you can see why I was just a little concerned. I could not have been more wrong. I left that review feeling motivated and renewed. Everything I've been striving to accomplish in this role has been recognized, and appreciated. Who knew!? And beyond all the positive feedback, I got a raise! Go me! I can't tell you how grateful I am. I know there are people being laid off, or struggling to find work, and here I am getting a raise. It's just so nice to be secure, and even more than that, to love what I do. I'm a happy little lady right now.
Also, I don't know how I've forgotten to mention it up till now, but I am well on my way to becoming a non-smoker! At the moment, I only smoke when I drink, which I feel pretty damn good about. So really, that means that I only smoke occasionally on the weekends. Not bad! Soon enough, I won't even need to do that. As much as I bitched about it, I have to say...the thing that really helped was the laws changing about smoking in bars. Having to leave my drink unattended, lose my spot or table and go outside and freeze my ass off is just so not appealing. We'll see how I handle it in the summer. I'm hoping by then, I'm over smoking when I'm drinking. So keep thinking happy thoughts for me!
Moving on, yesterday I had my performance review. I was pretty nervous about it, I won't lie. I feel like I work pretty damn hard, and give this job everything I have to give it, but there are times when I feel like my best just isn't good enough. There are definitely nights when I'm crying to Whil, wondering if maybe this just isn't the place for me. That actually happened just last week after a manager candidly told me that he felt I was awesome at the adhering to and enforcing the process involved with my job, but just plain sucked at my actual job. So you can see why I was just a little concerned. I could not have been more wrong. I left that review feeling motivated and renewed. Everything I've been striving to accomplish in this role has been recognized, and appreciated. Who knew!? And beyond all the positive feedback, I got a raise! Go me! I can't tell you how grateful I am. I know there are people being laid off, or struggling to find work, and here I am getting a raise. It's just so nice to be secure, and even more than that, to love what I do. I'm a happy little lady right now.
Also, I don't know how I've forgotten to mention it up till now, but I am well on my way to becoming a non-smoker! At the moment, I only smoke when I drink, which I feel pretty damn good about. So really, that means that I only smoke occasionally on the weekends. Not bad! Soon enough, I won't even need to do that. As much as I bitched about it, I have to say...the thing that really helped was the laws changing about smoking in bars. Having to leave my drink unattended, lose my spot or table and go outside and freeze my ass off is just so not appealing. We'll see how I handle it in the summer. I'm hoping by then, I'm over smoking when I'm drinking. So keep thinking happy thoughts for me!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Things and stuff
So...there's still not a whole lot going on in my life. There are some personal things going on in my life that are a little saddening to me, but I choose not to publish them on my public blog. Call me old fashioned. Meh.
Whil and I are looking for a new place to live. We're month to month right now and our lease is officially up in May so really, we could stay till then...but it's a moral issue. See, we live at The Bridge Project which is income based housing. When we moved in, we may have omitted some important information...like ooooh, the fact that I would be living there too. Whil was making EXACTLY the max that he could make per year to be allowed to live there and I was making more than is allowed. So I couldn't live there on my own, much less with Whil. At the time, we really needed the break in rent, so I justified it. Just because the government doesn't think I need help doesn't mean I don't. But now, we're doing much better and I'm sure there are people who are in our position, so we feel like it's time to open it up for someone else.
We've been looking around and haven't really seen anything too promising. It's hard when you're paying so little for a 2 bedroom...you just feel like everything else out there is over priced! So we've just been keeping an eye out. Well...the other day, I found our dream house. The price is right and the house, well the house is just plain awesome. It was built in 1970 and totally looks like it. The layout is just plain ridiculous. it's a 1 bedroom plus office with 1 bathroom...but it's all spread out over 3 floors. Hilarious. The flooring is even funnier to me. Some places have this awesome red tile, others are hard wood...then there's random beige carpet. The kitchen counters are like a sea foam green with a yellow and black back splash. Like, seriously, this house screams Jonda and Whil. Some people may like the cookie cutter polished home look...we don't. We like personality and something unique. And man alive, this is IT.
Here's the only thing...they say no pets. So we're going to talk to them and explain BoDee's special situation. See, he's a dog yes, so that makes him a pet. BUT he comes to work with me every day. So really, he's never there if I'm not. What could he really do? AND we're willing to pay them $200 more than they're asking for the deposit and not ask for any of it back even if we leave the house in perfect condition. This means they would be making $1000 just to let us have a dog there. Beyond that, we're willing to sign a 2 year lease. I mean, COME ON! So I've decided this is our house. I've been sending all sorts of positive vibes out to the universe to let it know that's what I want, so it better deliver.
I'd post pics or a link or something, but until they tell me we have the house, I don't want anyone else to know about it! It's my hidden gem...and YOU can't have it!
That's it for now. OH! I have my yearly review at work today. There's a chance I could be getting a raise...think happy thoughts! Now that's really it. Love and kisses and some slobber from BoDee too.
Whil and I are looking for a new place to live. We're month to month right now and our lease is officially up in May so really, we could stay till then...but it's a moral issue. See, we live at The Bridge Project which is income based housing. When we moved in, we may have omitted some important information...like ooooh, the fact that I would be living there too. Whil was making EXACTLY the max that he could make per year to be allowed to live there and I was making more than is allowed. So I couldn't live there on my own, much less with Whil. At the time, we really needed the break in rent, so I justified it. Just because the government doesn't think I need help doesn't mean I don't. But now, we're doing much better and I'm sure there are people who are in our position, so we feel like it's time to open it up for someone else.
We've been looking around and haven't really seen anything too promising. It's hard when you're paying so little for a 2 bedroom...you just feel like everything else out there is over priced! So we've just been keeping an eye out. Well...the other day, I found our dream house. The price is right and the house, well the house is just plain awesome. It was built in 1970 and totally looks like it. The layout is just plain ridiculous. it's a 1 bedroom plus office with 1 bathroom...but it's all spread out over 3 floors. Hilarious. The flooring is even funnier to me. Some places have this awesome red tile, others are hard wood...then there's random beige carpet. The kitchen counters are like a sea foam green with a yellow and black back splash. Like, seriously, this house screams Jonda and Whil. Some people may like the cookie cutter polished home look...we don't. We like personality and something unique. And man alive, this is IT.
Here's the only thing...they say no pets. So we're going to talk to them and explain BoDee's special situation. See, he's a dog yes, so that makes him a pet. BUT he comes to work with me every day. So really, he's never there if I'm not. What could he really do? AND we're willing to pay them $200 more than they're asking for the deposit and not ask for any of it back even if we leave the house in perfect condition. This means they would be making $1000 just to let us have a dog there. Beyond that, we're willing to sign a 2 year lease. I mean, COME ON! So I've decided this is our house. I've been sending all sorts of positive vibes out to the universe to let it know that's what I want, so it better deliver.
I'd post pics or a link or something, but until they tell me we have the house, I don't want anyone else to know about it! It's my hidden gem...and YOU can't have it!
That's it for now. OH! I have my yearly review at work today. There's a chance I could be getting a raise...think happy thoughts! Now that's really it. Love and kisses and some slobber from BoDee too.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
it's been a while
I warned you when I started that this would fall to the wayside, didn't I? Well, it looks like I was right again. I'm always right. It's a curse, really.
Let's see...what's new? In my personal life, I'm not sure that anything has really changed. Um...I moved into my new office at work. It's INCREDIBLE. It's freaking huge! it's so nice to have enough space to think. My goal for work this year was to get organized and stay that way, but in my old office, it was just impossible. Now I have the new office and an awesome new desk, I'd have to try NOT be organized. BoDee seems to really like it too :) He has his own space now to run around a little and even has a couch to snuggle up on if I'm too busy to have him in my lap. I'm realizing now that BoDee may be a little spoiled. Hehe.
As for the world in general, today, we made history. I just watched Barack Obama's innauguration as President of the United States. The office had an innaugural breakfast and we all sat and watched it together. It was the first time since I've been old enough to know what was really going on that I've felt proud watching a president be sworn in. I'm so excited for the next 4 years, I can't even express it.
Well, that's really all I can think to write about at the moment. I'll work on getting back in the swing of things and update this damn thing more often...I mean, I have to...Kirie said her Mom is disappointed. I can't have that! :)
Let's see...what's new? In my personal life, I'm not sure that anything has really changed. Um...I moved into my new office at work. It's INCREDIBLE. It's freaking huge! it's so nice to have enough space to think. My goal for work this year was to get organized and stay that way, but in my old office, it was just impossible. Now I have the new office and an awesome new desk, I'd have to try NOT be organized. BoDee seems to really like it too :) He has his own space now to run around a little and even has a couch to snuggle up on if I'm too busy to have him in my lap. I'm realizing now that BoDee may be a little spoiled. Hehe.
As for the world in general, today, we made history. I just watched Barack Obama's innauguration as President of the United States. The office had an innaugural breakfast and we all sat and watched it together. It was the first time since I've been old enough to know what was really going on that I've felt proud watching a president be sworn in. I'm so excited for the next 4 years, I can't even express it.
Well, that's really all I can think to write about at the moment. I'll work on getting back in the swing of things and update this damn thing more often...I mean, I have to...Kirie said her Mom is disappointed. I can't have that! :)
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I've been tagged....
My Lovely Kirie Dear tagged me, so I am now obligated...like I wouldn't have done it anyway?
8 TV shows I enjoy watching
8 TV shows I enjoy watching
1. Californication
2. True Blood
3. Dexter
4. Entourage
5. Rock of Love Charm School (judge if you like, I love me some trainwreck TV)
6. Girls Next Door
7. World Series of Poker
8. The Soup!
8 Things that happened yesterday:
1. Worky worky
2. BoDee pooped 5 times. That's a lot of poop for my little dog! You wanted to know...I know you did.
3. Guitar Hero World Tour - And it's getting returned today. The new guitar is crap.
4. Laundry. Joy.
5. Friggin cable and internet were shut off thanks to idiots handling the billing. I hate people.
6. My new favorite quote: (not for the kiddies, I'm warning you now) "You fucking cunt bitch, why are you driving like a whore?"
7. Bought the last couple items to complete mine and Whil's costumes.
8. Sleepy time.
8 Things I am looking forward to:
1. Halloween! I have the day off, so that alone makes it worth looking forward to.
2. Getting my hair cut...seriously, I have put this shit off for WAY too long.
3. Seeing Erica!
4. Whil starting his new job.
5. Hopefully NIN in Vegas in December. Anyone wanna buy us two $600 pit tickets? I'll smile real pretty at you.
6. Is it bad to be looking forward to Summer when fall hasn't even really started yet?
7. Building and moving into my new office at work!
8. Successfully convincing Kirie not to start making babies.
8 Things I love about Fall:
1. Halloween
2.Thanksgiving
3. Having an excuse to buy new clothes.
4. Snuggling to keep warm.
5. CIDER!!!!
6. Having a reason to put clothes on BoDee. I'd put them on Fern too, but he gets REALLY mad.
7. Wedding season is over! Now people will quit asking me when I'm going to get married. Seriously, don't hold your breath. Or do...that might get you to shut up.
8. This year, not having a yard to rake.
8 Things on my wish list:
1. Lots and lots of money
2. Pit tickets for NIN in Vegas.
3. The cutest fucking jacket in the world that Whil showed me at Gateway last night. Must have it.
4. President Barack Obama.
5. Me, 40 pounds lighter.
6. Money.
7. More Money.
8. A Second QA Person.
8 people I am tagging:
1. Jillian
2. Kristen
3. I
4. Need
5. More
6. Blog
7. Friends.
8. Seriously, there's no one else to tag.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Stolen from Jillian...
I don't have anything really to post about, so here's this...
1. Ignore all my responsibilities
2. Make a damn fine mac and cheese from scratch
3. Dread lock upkeep (just because I CAN doesn't mean I DO)
4. Pin up hair - I have a natural talent for this, don't ask me how.
5. Procrastinate
6. Spend too much money on shit I don't need
7. Snuggle with the boys all day long
7 Things I Cannot Do...
1. Catch a softball thrown directly to me in a game (practice, sure...game, not so much)
2. Hit a softball thrown directly to me in a game
3. Say the P word commonly used as slang for Vagina (pu**y) without blushing and/or giggling wildly.
4. Tolerate ignorant people.
5. Nap
6. Type when someone is watching.
7. Stay mad at my pets.
7 Things That Attracted me to _____
1. Eye Balls. Prettiest green you ever did see.
2. Sense of humor. Funny fucker.
3. AWESOMELY HOT SHOULDERS/BACK. (seriously, be jealous)
4. He is the world's best pillow. You have no idea.
5. He loved my dog.
6. His character.
7. Everything else about him
7 Things I say Most Often...
1. You are!
2. Whiiiiiiiiil...!?
3. BoDee, come!
4. Fern, shut the hell up!
5. Your mom
6. Poo
7. I have to pee
7 Favorite Foods...
1. Pasta
2. Cheese
3. Fat
4. Fat
5. Fat
6. Fat
7. Fat
7 things
7 Things I Can Do...1. Ignore all my responsibilities
2. Make a damn fine mac and cheese from scratch
3. Dread lock upkeep (just because I CAN doesn't mean I DO)
4. Pin up hair - I have a natural talent for this, don't ask me how.
5. Procrastinate
6. Spend too much money on shit I don't need
7. Snuggle with the boys all day long
7 Things I Cannot Do...
1. Catch a softball thrown directly to me in a game (practice, sure...game, not so much)
2. Hit a softball thrown directly to me in a game
3. Say the P word commonly used as slang for Vagina (pu**y) without blushing and/or giggling wildly.
4. Tolerate ignorant people.
5. Nap
6. Type when someone is watching.
7. Stay mad at my pets.
7 Things That Attracted me to _____
1. Eye Balls. Prettiest green you ever did see.
2. Sense of humor. Funny fucker.
3. AWESOMELY HOT SHOULDERS/BACK. (seriously, be jealous)
4. He is the world's best pillow. You have no idea.
5. He loved my dog.
6. His character.
7. Everything else about him
7 Things I say Most Often...
1. You are!
2. Whiiiiiiiiil...!?
3. BoDee, come!
4. Fern, shut the hell up!
5. Your mom
6. Poo
7. I have to pee
7 Favorite Foods...
1. Pasta
2. Cheese
3. Fat
4. Fat
5. Fat
6. Fat
7. Fat
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Declaration
The last presidential election, I spoke up. I spoke loud and proud. I stood up for what I believed, I campaigned for my party, I volunteered my time. I was bound and determined to make a change.
That change did not come.
I remember sitting in silence watching the results, praying to a God I couldn't even say for sure I believed in to make it stop. Now's the chance...please God, don't let it happen again. And it did.
I cried when the news was read. I cried for myself, for my family, for my friends, for my country.
I cried out of fear. And I cried because I felt misrepresented and undersold.
Since that day, I've pretty much stayed out of politics. I guess I was pouting all this time...I don't know. Today, I'm done. Little by little, I've been learning about the candidates. And little by little, I'm finding myself sure of the opportunity our nation has to make some fucking progress.
I want to take a moment to proudly declare my support of Obama and Biden.
There it is.
I've been listening to friends and associates discuss the issues for months now and have stayed quiet for the most part as politics is something I don't ordinarily discuss with friends or co-workers. However, this is my personal blog...so guess what...I'm a go off. :)
I understand concern over how your tax dollars are being spent. I'm just as concerned as anyone else. However, I had the pleasure of being raised WELL below the middle class. As a matter of fact, why don't I just be honest and call it what it was. We were POOR. Dumpster diving, two bedroom apartment for a family of 5, DI shopping, Government cheese requiring, POOR. And don't think we were poor because my Dad and his wife didn't work. As a child, I couldn't even tell you all the places my Dad worked. There was never a time he had less than 3 jobs. And he took EVERYTHING. If someone offered him a job, he did it. His wife worked any odd job she could that would still allow for someone to be at home with the kids at night. Most of the time, she was sewing break away velcro clothes for strippers. Yep, you heard me.
My Dad and his wife weren't popping out kids left and right to suck the system, either. I was my Dad's only child (which, by the way, to those of you who think his values may be lacking due to his divorce - he FOUGHT for. He was a single father of one baby girl before he married his second wife by CHOICE, not because he was forced into it.) His wife had two children of his own who my Dad gladly stepped up to take care of. Neither my Father nor his wife were drug users. They had no criminal history. They worked their asses off and paid taxes just like everyone else.
And you know what - we weren't on Welfare. There were times we had to go to the food bank for essentials like cheese, bread and milk...but that was the extent of it. And why? because my dad thought there were people who needed it more than we did.
Now my Dad is doing very well for himself. Better than anyone ever could have hoped he'd do, and he's still giving money to causes to help people in situations like we were. My Dad believes that everyone has a chance to succeed in life, if their will is strong enough and someone believes in them. My Father has always been strong in his Democratic beliefs, and it is not through him preaching to me that I became strong in mine, it is through him living the life he has. And I am living it now.
I know that my little brothers and sisters will be well taken care of because now my Dad has the money to properly provide for them. They are insured, and will continue to be insured for as long as my Dad is able to do so. I was not so lucky. We went to the clinic...and only when necessary. Which really means we went for school immunizations and required physicals. We didn't really need to worry about bad teeth since there was no money for soda or candy, so the dentist was out. If we were hurt, or became sick enough to require a visit to the ER or Instacare...shit was going to be bad as far as food went for quite some time. STILL...he didn't take as much help as the government was offering because somewhere there was someone who needed it more than we did. He could always get one more job at the Brick Yard.
All I know is that I want that help to be available to those who need it. I want the people like my father who work their asses off and still don't take the help afforded to them buy the tax dollars THEY THEMSELVES EARN because they don't want anyone else to go without to know that they are doing some good.
I want to stop fighting a war that is costing us millions of dollars a MINUTE just on principal alone.
I want to know that my friend's husbands and little sisters will come home safely and won't be deployed to god knows where just because someone FUCKING CAN!!!!
I want change.
I'm going to take a line from the opposing party, and I'm putting country first. In order to do that, I absolutely HAVE to vote for Obama.
Sorry for the lengthy post here, but I had to do it.
Please, no matter what you believe...PLEASE VOTE. Our generation has so much fucking unused potential...we have so much power over what happens to our country. For those of you planning to have children, those of you who already do....think of the past 8 years and ask yourself if you want that for them. Make the right choice, make any god damn choice....just fucking VOICE IT.
Ok, I'm done.
That change did not come.
I remember sitting in silence watching the results, praying to a God I couldn't even say for sure I believed in to make it stop. Now's the chance...please God, don't let it happen again. And it did.
I cried when the news was read. I cried for myself, for my family, for my friends, for my country.
I cried out of fear. And I cried because I felt misrepresented and undersold.
Since that day, I've pretty much stayed out of politics. I guess I was pouting all this time...I don't know. Today, I'm done. Little by little, I've been learning about the candidates. And little by little, I'm finding myself sure of the opportunity our nation has to make some fucking progress.
I want to take a moment to proudly declare my support of Obama and Biden.
There it is.
I've been listening to friends and associates discuss the issues for months now and have stayed quiet for the most part as politics is something I don't ordinarily discuss with friends or co-workers. However, this is my personal blog...so guess what...I'm a go off. :)
I understand concern over how your tax dollars are being spent. I'm just as concerned as anyone else. However, I had the pleasure of being raised WELL below the middle class. As a matter of fact, why don't I just be honest and call it what it was. We were POOR. Dumpster diving, two bedroom apartment for a family of 5, DI shopping, Government cheese requiring, POOR. And don't think we were poor because my Dad and his wife didn't work. As a child, I couldn't even tell you all the places my Dad worked. There was never a time he had less than 3 jobs. And he took EVERYTHING. If someone offered him a job, he did it. His wife worked any odd job she could that would still allow for someone to be at home with the kids at night. Most of the time, she was sewing break away velcro clothes for strippers. Yep, you heard me.
My Dad and his wife weren't popping out kids left and right to suck the system, either. I was my Dad's only child (which, by the way, to those of you who think his values may be lacking due to his divorce - he FOUGHT for. He was a single father of one baby girl before he married his second wife by CHOICE, not because he was forced into it.) His wife had two children of his own who my Dad gladly stepped up to take care of. Neither my Father nor his wife were drug users. They had no criminal history. They worked their asses off and paid taxes just like everyone else.
And you know what - we weren't on Welfare. There were times we had to go to the food bank for essentials like cheese, bread and milk...but that was the extent of it. And why? because my dad thought there were people who needed it more than we did.
Now my Dad is doing very well for himself. Better than anyone ever could have hoped he'd do, and he's still giving money to causes to help people in situations like we were. My Dad believes that everyone has a chance to succeed in life, if their will is strong enough and someone believes in them. My Father has always been strong in his Democratic beliefs, and it is not through him preaching to me that I became strong in mine, it is through him living the life he has. And I am living it now.
I know that my little brothers and sisters will be well taken care of because now my Dad has the money to properly provide for them. They are insured, and will continue to be insured for as long as my Dad is able to do so. I was not so lucky. We went to the clinic...and only when necessary. Which really means we went for school immunizations and required physicals. We didn't really need to worry about bad teeth since there was no money for soda or candy, so the dentist was out. If we were hurt, or became sick enough to require a visit to the ER or Instacare...shit was going to be bad as far as food went for quite some time. STILL...he didn't take as much help as the government was offering because somewhere there was someone who needed it more than we did. He could always get one more job at the Brick Yard.
All I know is that I want that help to be available to those who need it. I want the people like my father who work their asses off and still don't take the help afforded to them buy the tax dollars THEY THEMSELVES EARN because they don't want anyone else to go without to know that they are doing some good.
I want to stop fighting a war that is costing us millions of dollars a MINUTE just on principal alone.
I want to know that my friend's husbands and little sisters will come home safely and won't be deployed to god knows where just because someone FUCKING CAN!!!!
I want change.
I'm going to take a line from the opposing party, and I'm putting country first. In order to do that, I absolutely HAVE to vote for Obama.
Sorry for the lengthy post here, but I had to do it.
Please, no matter what you believe...PLEASE VOTE. Our generation has so much fucking unused potential...we have so much power over what happens to our country. For those of you planning to have children, those of you who already do....think of the past 8 years and ask yourself if you want that for them. Make the right choice, make any god damn choice....just fucking VOICE IT.
Ok, I'm done.
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