Nephews

Best little boys in the world . . . and then they wake up!

Princess

For 13 1/2 years, from the moment my brother picked her up, until the moment today that he laid her down, she was treated the way her name deserved. She was our Princess. My father loves to tell the story, that when my brother brought her home, he could hold her in the palm of his hand. And truly, he could. But she held us all by the heart strings.

Holiday shopping

In theory, I've started my Christmas shopping. But I'm not sure that purchasing one item for Dad, and one for my brother count as much. Oh well, it's a start.

"Having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting. . . . "

but in this case, I can remember the Christmas morning it was waiting under the tree. I found these pics on the internet, but I have a sneaky suspicion my original one is in the attic at my parents' house. Just looking at it makes me remember how much I was excited to get it on Christmas morning!

$50 well spent

it's the best $50 I've spent in a long time. Allowed me to really free up some furniture, by taking entertainment pieces off them, and really move the rooms around. Pieces into the living room, into the bedrooms, etc. The new apartment furniture lay-out is all MyFella's. It's funny, he thinks he's not gay at all. But he had it all in his head just itching to get out. But I think he approaches it in a functional way, not a decorative way. It's not something looks better here. It's that it functions better here. Anyway, either way, it's a darned good expense of fifty bucks.

Chocolate skittles

One word: Nasty.

65 degrees

3 months ago I would have given anything to get the air in here down to 65. Now that it is, I'm freezing! What gives?

Blue Jean Friday

Blue jean Friday always makes me happy! And today is blue jean Thursday, assuming you purchased a fund raiser t-shirt to wear today. Usually I don't buy the $10 t-shirts because, well, they're not always attractive, and $10 seems like a lot of money to wear something just one day, even if it does go to a good cause. But this fundraiser shirt can be worn on 3 different dates. That averages about $3.33 a day to wear blue jeans to work! Plus we still get jean Friday (which was once used on t-shirt fundraiser day, so I was totally irked!).

I'm really happy. Though I think it looks a bit goofy to wear a t-shirt to work, I'm gonna do it! I'm just sort of a "company man" like that!

Now that the election is over,

My fellow Americans: Now that the election is over, I must face the reality that my dream to be President probably will not come to fruition. (I love that word, "fruition.") In doing so, I realize that I will never see my dream of having Rob Lowe look at a pager that says "POTUS" and leave his date with a hooker to rush to my office. (I just loved West Wing!).

But I believe and recognize and have faith (when applicable) in the following:

The time of "public service" has long since given way to the time of politicians. The age of the internet and 24 hour news channels has changed us from a time of information to a time of minutiae masquerading as information.

Both of the major candidates are U.S. citizens who, to the best of their ability, want to serve the country. Neither man is an angel, nor a demon. Neither is without fault and neither is without merit. This position of humanity will likely follow them all the days of their lives, whether President or not.

The position of President is "of the United States" not "of the Democrats" or "of the Republicans." In what is the most divisive presidential election of our time, it is my hope that both Senators, when the race is over, will unite to work for the people.

I wish that I could be a conservative Republican. I wish it with all my heart. I'm afraid I'm just more open minded than most of their policies. Many times I agree with what they say, but not with what the reality of life as I see it, or what I perceive to be the spirit in which they say it.

I believe that abortion is murder. But I know that repealing Roe V Wade won't stop abortion. I admire the people who stand on the corner of Union Avenue every day with signs to stop abortion. But I wonder if they couldn't better spend their time working with programs to educate young men and women about the realities of sexual practices and the potential consequences.

I believe in the sanctity of marriage. But I believe people who claim to care about the sanctity of marriage do very little to reduce divorce rates.

I believe that people have the right to disagree about equal rights and marriage rights for all. But I don't understand why they take such steps to withhold from others, instead of just disagreeing and letting others live their lives in their own positive, life affirming ways. Mostly I don't understand how one group of adult, tax-paying citizens think they should withhold something from another group of adult, tax-paying citizens.

I believe that the ugly side of human nature has, for centuries, included war. I believe the "good side" fights the "bad side." But I believe that sometimes you lose your way, and it's hard to tell the good from the bad.

I believe that social welfare programs are sometimes necessary to keep good people from starving. I believe that, at any given time, most working Americans are just a few missed paychecks away from needing the assistance of those programs to provide for themselves and their families. But many people abuse them.

I believe that illegal immigration is a problem. But I don't have a problem with immigration or immigrants. With very few exceptions, most of us are descended from immigrants. Most of the immigrants I know work in physically laborious jobs, much harder than any job I've ever held, and work 7 days a week.

I believe "rich" people should pay at least in percentage as much tax as "poor" people. I believe the trickle down theory is a sham. I don't think "rich" should pay more because they're rich. I just don't think they should pay less.

I believe in G-d, Jesus, and a Holy Trinity. I believe "in God we trust." I'm just realistic enough to know that with so many different churches, beliefs and branches of belief, that your idea of what He wants and mine often differ. I respect your belief, whether I agree or not. I hope you respect mine. I promise not to try and take away your right to your belief, and hope you do the same.

I believe I am a patriotic American. I believe you can be a patriotic American citizen and still disagree with me.

I now ask for your support as I consider my candidacy for 2012.

Blissfull morning

I was blissfully unaware of any presidential thoughts this morning until I was in the shower. Just a moment before putting "citrus explosion" in my hair, I thought, "Wow! I don't even know who the new president will be." It was a fun morning, looking back.

Mostly I'm thankful that it's all over!

Here's a picture of a grocery store hottie. Oh, he was a handsome specimen. Blonde, baseball cap, lean body. Jeans were "just torn enough." I love that look, don't know why.

Voting Hottie

For me, voting took just about one hour to the minute. The building was deceptively line-less, with the people within snaking back on themselves in a hallway. I took a book and waited my turn to cast a vote for . . . something. I wasn't really sure until the moment I clicked it if I would vote for the candidate I had chosen. And I'm still not sure I chose the right guy. Oddly enough, I would have felt the same way had I clicked on the other guy.

But the most important thing about the voting experience for me was voting hottie: white male, probably 26 or so. Brown hair, gorgeous lean legs that were lean, tan and hairy. Wearing a pair of those loose hanging shorts and a black fleece zipper thing. A red baseball cap. The pics attached don't do him justice. Guess I moved the camera a bit. Oh well. He made my voting experience a world better.

Politics

I think I'm just about "done" and put out with all the political statements and diatribes from various personal sources - including the use of websites and internet. I mean, really, what is it with EVERYONE?

Since I had my own little breakdown about two weeks ago, I have steadfast resolved to not participate in political one-shots via Facebook statements, Myspace, etc. ad nauseam. (I've got to check the spelling on that word).

A girl on Facebook the other day had a statement like "Wow! I can't believe an Obama supporter attacked a woman and carved a B in her face! Way to go, Barack!" . . . . Uh ~ hello? First, it was ludicrous to begin with. Second, it was a lie. Did she ever go back and say "Wow! I can't believe a McCain supporter carved a B in her own face and pretended it was an Obama supporter!" Uh, no.

This morning a woman I sorta know has the statement "I hope everyone who supports Obama gets what they deserve, and I don't mean money!" Well, WTF do you mean? That every single citizen who disagrees with you somehow deserves to "get" something? Jeeze oh pete. People really should just calm down.

Popeye's Chicken

Yesterday, near to starving, I told MyFella, "We got to have lunch." I told him to just pull in anywhere he wanted. He pulled into Popeye's. Ya know, I wouldn't have suggested it, wouldn't have asked for it, and didn't understand why he did it.

You know what? The chicken was GOOD. The store was spotless clean. The employees were friendly. Oh, did I mention the chicken was GOOD?

This may sound like a corny jingle, but I just love that chicken at Popeye's!