...that ECU will kick UNC tooshy this weekend...
...that there is a beer theif living in my refridgerator...
...that Greg Fishel is shrinking...
...that stickers make a 3 year old boy eat, sleep, and obey...
...that stickers make a 9 month old boy sticky...
...that stickers make a 27 year old boy feel happy and successful...
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Politico
I was sitting at my desk when a little IM popped up from the guy on the side of the office from me, it was a WRAL article on their website about a "joke" Gov. Perdue had made at a Cary Rotory club meeting. Her joke was a personal opinion that we should suspend upcoming congressional elections to allow politicions to focus on the job at hand. Below is the quote;
"I think we ought to suspend, perhaps, elections for Congress for two years and just tell them we won't hold it against them, whatever decisions they make, to just let them help this country recover,"
I'm left with one of two thoughts, either one she is the worst comedian in the world or two she represents one of the worst ideas we've heard recently in political history or is it? I present exhibit B a quote from President Obama at the Congressional Hispanic Caucus;
"There are times where -- until Nancy Pelosi is speaker again -- I'd like to work my way around Congress."
In case you aren't aware these ideas represent an anti-democratic society. In developing democratic countries when elected officials become worried that the next election will give them the boot they start using phrases like "suspend elections indefinately". This is a polite way of saying, not allow you to get my ass out of office. What you don't find on WRAL.com is that the very next line from Perdue is "I really hope that someone can agree with me on that." That's not indicative of a joke at all, it's a ralley cry to get people behind the idea of not voting out congressional officials from office. Asked yourself this, how is this in anyway an acceptable idea when this is the same government that in March of 09' supported GM's "taskforce" ousting of then GM CEO Rick Wagoner and most of the board because of their poor management of GM to the point of nearly going under.
So here we are over two years later, the tea party has released simple math showing the American public that the government is spending nearly twice as much yearly as it takes in and has debt equivalent to to almost seven times our yearly revenue and yet instead of someone recommending we replace all the politicians now we have people recommending taking that power away from the people. The idea that this would be done for the greater good of the country hints at facism and should wake you up. I'm not an zealout when it comes to politics, in general I think partisianship is meant to keep us divided and fighting each other instead of seeing how poor either side runs thing but the idea of taking away our ability to determine who is in office in the first place is terrifying at best.
On top of Perdue's call for political protection for our Congress our President wants the ability to move around them without interferance. Wouldn't that be great, a leader without accountability to anyone and the ability to do whatever he like. It'd be awesome, like a dictatorship. That's exactly what we need right now. Our fiat money is becoming even more worthless, our local politicians want to make sure they'll never be ousted like common sense and our President wants to be the next Fidel.
Good luck out there people, we're going to need it.
"I think we ought to suspend, perhaps, elections for Congress for two years and just tell them we won't hold it against them, whatever decisions they make, to just let them help this country recover,"
I'm left with one of two thoughts, either one she is the worst comedian in the world or two she represents one of the worst ideas we've heard recently in political history or is it? I present exhibit B a quote from President Obama at the Congressional Hispanic Caucus;
"There are times where -- until Nancy Pelosi is speaker again -- I'd like to work my way around Congress."
In case you aren't aware these ideas represent an anti-democratic society. In developing democratic countries when elected officials become worried that the next election will give them the boot they start using phrases like "suspend elections indefinately". This is a polite way of saying, not allow you to get my ass out of office. What you don't find on WRAL.com is that the very next line from Perdue is "I really hope that someone can agree with me on that." That's not indicative of a joke at all, it's a ralley cry to get people behind the idea of not voting out congressional officials from office. Asked yourself this, how is this in anyway an acceptable idea when this is the same government that in March of 09' supported GM's "taskforce" ousting of then GM CEO Rick Wagoner and most of the board because of their poor management of GM to the point of nearly going under.
So here we are over two years later, the tea party has released simple math showing the American public that the government is spending nearly twice as much yearly as it takes in and has debt equivalent to to almost seven times our yearly revenue and yet instead of someone recommending we replace all the politicians now we have people recommending taking that power away from the people. The idea that this would be done for the greater good of the country hints at facism and should wake you up. I'm not an zealout when it comes to politics, in general I think partisianship is meant to keep us divided and fighting each other instead of seeing how poor either side runs thing but the idea of taking away our ability to determine who is in office in the first place is terrifying at best.
On top of Perdue's call for political protection for our Congress our President wants the ability to move around them without interferance. Wouldn't that be great, a leader without accountability to anyone and the ability to do whatever he like. It'd be awesome, like a dictatorship. That's exactly what we need right now. Our fiat money is becoming even more worthless, our local politicians want to make sure they'll never be ousted like common sense and our President wants to be the next Fidel.
Good luck out there people, we're going to need it.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Dear Sleep...Where Are You?!?
You know there's a problem when you stay up from 8pm to 3:45am reading (and completing) The Hunger Games, feel exhausted the entire next day and evening...pass out for 2.5 hours with company in your home, and then cannot return to slumber when your hubby turns the TV on and falls asleep next to you. UGH.
...I had a moment of pure giggles when I noticed that not so many hours ago, I had one boy kissing my lips, one boy kissing my forehead, one boy kissing my cheek, and 2 boys sniffing and licking my hands. So even though, once again, I am sleepless (and so ready for someone to finally get some decent meds into my system), all I can think about is how completely funny that sounds when spoken from a mostly normal woman.
...I had a moment of pure giggles when I noticed that not so many hours ago, I had one boy kissing my lips, one boy kissing my forehead, one boy kissing my cheek, and 2 boys sniffing and licking my hands. So even though, once again, I am sleepless (and so ready for someone to finally get some decent meds into my system), all I can think about is how completely funny that sounds when spoken from a mostly normal woman.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
On Accents, Uniforms, and Good Music
I dig them. It's midnight and Hugh Laurie is singing Baby, Please Make a Change (which I adore) from his New Orleans blues album, Let Them Talk.
(:::::Sidebar:::: I just heard Kelly Clarkson's Mr. Know It All on Leno...WOW. Love it.)
Before this, I watched an episode of MacGyver in one of his master of disguise episodes...and hours prior to that, Josh came home and put on his new camo in preparation for this year's hunting season and MY very own private fashion show. mmmmHmmm. Yum to both the hunter and the hunted.
Now if he could only sustain a British accent, have salt and pepper hair, make something stop exploding with a chocolate bar, and be a brutally honest maverick physician that specializes in infectious diseases... Hmmm. There is something terribly wrong with me, but it could be the fact that it is now almost 1am and I am still not sleeping.
So...Tangent Time.
I heard a sermon recently that I appreciated. The discussion revolved around Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary issues of faith. On tertiary issues, piercings and tattoos have a place. So the teaching is that there is no explicit scriptural evidence of support or discouragement for tats. However, in Leviticus 19, it does mention that the good Lord does not want people defiling their bodies with pagan markings. So in short, this is a grey issue but the Bible does mention tats and it isn't exactly positive. The pastor put it this way, unless the tat glorifies God, and there are few that do, don't do it. He said that even a cross tat would most likely not lead people to Jesus unless of course you were living in a pagan community. Until that moment my tats have been mostly silent...they are quiet testimonies. I guess I can't keep them quiet anymore.
There's a cross on my rib, and the boys' names underneath. There is one on my wrist that reads, "Integrity." So here's a piece of my story, and maybe it will be food for thought.
When I was 14, my maternal grandmother passed away. She fought breast cancer for years, and it later moved to her colon. She died at 64. She's the only person that ever showed me what faith looked like. I mean, I saw faith when I saw her...I could smell faith, touch faith, laugh with it, cry with it, hold it...IT was her. I know that no person can be perfect, and she would admit she was far from it, but to me, she was "walking faith". I wasn't supposed to watch her pass away from one world to the next, but I did. I was not supposed to be in the room when she died, but I was. I heard her breathe her last breath, I heard God steal her from us way too soon. I watched EMS take her out of the house through the living room where we sat. To make a long story shorter, my paternal grandmother died from esophageal cancer the following December. My maternal great grandfather died a few weeks later in January. Then my maternal grandfather died in his sleep. My maternal great grandmother died a few months later. So they all died and I was a teenager. Naturally, I hated God. My friend and pastor told me I must be the biggest believer he knew because I hated God that much. It seems you can't hate somebody you don't believe in. For a few years I lived and breathed, but I'm not sure who was around me. And then, one night... I dreamed. I was in my grandparents house and it was the day my grandma died. My family was there, but I had this feeling that someone was missing. It occurred to me, in the dream, that it was her. She was missing, but everyone was so happy. Suddenly she appeared, beautiful, elegant, and angelic. She was going from family member to family member, sitting next to them, hugging them, talking quietly to them. When it was my turn, she sat down next to me on her favorite spot on the couch, and I could smell her again. I could feel her hair, and touch her skin. She was so real that when she hugged me, it was one of her hard hugs that left my arms squished into my body and hurting. She whispered, "Keep your integrity." That was it. She smiled at me, and stood up. I woke up all too quickly, crying, but content. It was a terrified peace. She never came to me again and I've forgotten her smell. I started going back to church the next day. Maybe my grandmother knew my convictions, or knew what my battles would be. I can't help but think that she was warning me, and trying to protect me. I wish I had listened. But I haven't. So a few months ago I had that word put permanently on my wrist as a reminder of her, of what "walking faith" felt like when I thought it left my world and put me in complete darkness, of that moment when I knew I had to give my life back to God (the good parts and the bad parts), and of what I know I am not, and what I know I can be...
(:::::Sidebar:::: I just heard Kelly Clarkson's Mr. Know It All on Leno...WOW. Love it.)
Before this, I watched an episode of MacGyver in one of his master of disguise episodes...and hours prior to that, Josh came home and put on his new camo in preparation for this year's hunting season and MY very own private fashion show. mmmmHmmm. Yum to both the hunter and the hunted.
Now if he could only sustain a British accent, have salt and pepper hair, make something stop exploding with a chocolate bar, and be a brutally honest maverick physician that specializes in infectious diseases... Hmmm. There is something terribly wrong with me, but it could be the fact that it is now almost 1am and I am still not sleeping.
So...Tangent Time.
I heard a sermon recently that I appreciated. The discussion revolved around Primary, Secondary, and Tertiary issues of faith. On tertiary issues, piercings and tattoos have a place. So the teaching is that there is no explicit scriptural evidence of support or discouragement for tats. However, in Leviticus 19, it does mention that the good Lord does not want people defiling their bodies with pagan markings. So in short, this is a grey issue but the Bible does mention tats and it isn't exactly positive. The pastor put it this way, unless the tat glorifies God, and there are few that do, don't do it. He said that even a cross tat would most likely not lead people to Jesus unless of course you were living in a pagan community. Until that moment my tats have been mostly silent...they are quiet testimonies. I guess I can't keep them quiet anymore.
There's a cross on my rib, and the boys' names underneath. There is one on my wrist that reads, "Integrity." So here's a piece of my story, and maybe it will be food for thought.
When I was 14, my maternal grandmother passed away. She fought breast cancer for years, and it later moved to her colon. She died at 64. She's the only person that ever showed me what faith looked like. I mean, I saw faith when I saw her...I could smell faith, touch faith, laugh with it, cry with it, hold it...IT was her. I know that no person can be perfect, and she would admit she was far from it, but to me, she was "walking faith". I wasn't supposed to watch her pass away from one world to the next, but I did. I was not supposed to be in the room when she died, but I was. I heard her breathe her last breath, I heard God steal her from us way too soon. I watched EMS take her out of the house through the living room where we sat. To make a long story shorter, my paternal grandmother died from esophageal cancer the following December. My maternal great grandfather died a few weeks later in January. Then my maternal grandfather died in his sleep. My maternal great grandmother died a few months later. So they all died and I was a teenager. Naturally, I hated God. My friend and pastor told me I must be the biggest believer he knew because I hated God that much. It seems you can't hate somebody you don't believe in. For a few years I lived and breathed, but I'm not sure who was around me. And then, one night... I dreamed. I was in my grandparents house and it was the day my grandma died. My family was there, but I had this feeling that someone was missing. It occurred to me, in the dream, that it was her. She was missing, but everyone was so happy. Suddenly she appeared, beautiful, elegant, and angelic. She was going from family member to family member, sitting next to them, hugging them, talking quietly to them. When it was my turn, she sat down next to me on her favorite spot on the couch, and I could smell her again. I could feel her hair, and touch her skin. She was so real that when she hugged me, it was one of her hard hugs that left my arms squished into my body and hurting. She whispered, "Keep your integrity." That was it. She smiled at me, and stood up. I woke up all too quickly, crying, but content. It was a terrified peace. She never came to me again and I've forgotten her smell. I started going back to church the next day. Maybe my grandmother knew my convictions, or knew what my battles would be. I can't help but think that she was warning me, and trying to protect me. I wish I had listened. But I haven't. So a few months ago I had that word put permanently on my wrist as a reminder of her, of what "walking faith" felt like when I thought it left my world and put me in complete darkness, of that moment when I knew I had to give my life back to God (the good parts and the bad parts), and of what I know I am not, and what I know I can be...
Sunday, September 11, 2011
So I just now realized that someone defriended me on FB. Here's the thing... I just found out. So obviously I didn't care about the person enough to notice until now. But I am seriously confused about why. Mostly because anybody that has a facebook account, unless they are monitored by their parents and under 18, has atleast one person on there profile that is not actually their "friend". I mean let's be real. I just looked at my account and I have 314 "friends". NOT. I'm sorry if this will make people defriend me, but not all 314 people can actually be considered a friend. Some are,...and some are family, but mostly they are people I kinda know, have known in the past, or know pretty well. And all of them are my "FB friends" because I'm interested in their lives and what they've made of it. So for someone to defriend me, it's like saying, "Hey, I really considered you a friend...now I don't. I could care less about you and your family, or what happens to you from now on." I don't think I've ever thought about anyone that way in my entire life.... Even the people that aren't my "FB friends." So I couldn't help but laugh at first, because really, who cares enough to defriend someone on FB (or has the time to be that petty), but after that... I have to admit... it did kinda hurt. And now I'm sitting here thinking...."I still don't even know what I did!!!" And even that seems a bit funny. Because if I don't even know what I did, and I didn't even notice I was defriended...then did I really care about this person in the first place??? Yes. Yes I did. But apparently not enough to consider them anything more than a FB friend :o) So maybe I've lost nothing. I don't know. Maybe Facebook will tell me. It seems to regulate my interpersonal relationships more than I ever expected it to....
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