Things are a little scary and exciting in my world right now. I can't sleep right now and to be honest, I am so wore out. I've been working and dealing with the highs and lows of day to day life. Randy read my post yesterday and he and Becky called me. I was going to go over and then my son came over and after that every time Becky called me I would say "hello?" and the call would end. I don't know if it was her phone or mine but something was going on.
I slept until 3:oo today. If you knew me then you would know how totally unlike me that is. Told you I was tired.
I'm also excited about one of the biggest changes in my life. I am taking a step I haven't taken in ten years. I am connecting my life unconditionally with another person and I am really happy and nervous about it. Part of me feels like a giddy schoolgirl. Part of me feels like I've been waiting for him my whole life. My kids are happy for me. The boys are just as protective as ever but they said all they want is for me to be happy.
I wrote a letter last night to my future grandchild. I'd like to share it here if I may:
Dear Little One:
Hi there, my darling. You don't know who I am yet but you will soon enough. All you need to know about me for now is that I have loved you since before you were even conceived. I can't wait to hold you in my arms this January.
Who am I? I'm your grandmother. For years I've told everyone that I would tell you so many wonderful stories about your daddy. Why wait? So here is my first letter to you introducing you to the man you'll call Daddy...my son.
Your daddy isn't just some ordinary person although he'll tell you he is. No, he's special and has seen, been through more and done more in his 25 years than I could even imagine.
As you get older, I'll share with you his pictures as a baby, a young boy, a man and a soldier. I'll show you his very first stuffed animal named Kerby. I'll show you his medals that will be yours someday. Medals that stand for service and patriotism and bravery. I'll tell you the story of how his convoy stopped to aid a woman in distress because they were men of character and raised to respect women...only to find out it was an ambush. I'll share a copy of the email from your daddy's former commander saying your daddy helped save his life.
Your daddy has dreams and desires and talent but he puts them aside for those he loves. You'll find not all daddys are like that but you'll be one of the lucky ones who has a daddy who's there for you.
We don't know yet if you are a boy or a girl. Your daddy is in charge of giving you a name and it's a privilege he has taken seriously. We already know what your first name will be for whichever God blesses us with but your daddy goes back and forth on your middle name.
You won't be the first to call him Daddy. Your mama has three older siblings for you and I have to tell you, they are just as precious to me already. I always knew there would be joy in hearing the word Grandma addressed to me and I was right.
You are coming into a family where love is blind to DNA. Your daddy's "Paw-Pa" loved him so much yet they shared not one genetic drop. And I've known your mama since she was just thirteen years old having met her when we moved here ten years ago and she comes from a family that raised foster kids so you'll be so lucky with the love from both sides of your family.
You'll be taught about family and love and doing the right thing and you'll be taught about God. We are all waiting with excitement and hope for our first glimpse into your beautiful eyes.
Take care my precious angel, until we meet in January. I love you.
Grandma
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Irony of Things
We received this in the mail on Saturday:
Dear Mr. M....
We wish to act promptly on your recent request to file for veterans' compensation...etc....etc...etc....
No surprise, right? A nice response from the VA regarding my son's disability request.
Oh, it was dated July 8 so they mailed it right away that day, wasn't that nice? And they included his original correspondence...so everything stays together...wasn't that nice?
Only his was dated October 9, 2006.
So once again, Mom gets in the middle of it. Once again, they apologize for "losing" his case file. Once again, Mom goes to a higher authority. No, Jesse Ventura, I don't think God tells us to go to war but I do think He helps us deal with the stupidity of mankind.
We have an appointment on Tuesday and I have once again made copies of our examples of the bureaucratic nightmare we call the VA system.
He has another MRI scheduled for August. They have to monitor his TBI. Did I tell you I really have no respect for our VA system? For how they treat our vets? Do you blame me?
Trevor is all better now. It's been really hard this month financially but things always seem to work out. Between school getting ready to start and car repairs and personally funding 480.00 a pop for MRIs and doctors until the VA approves his request, my own dreams have been put on another temporary hold.
My kids are doing well. They are healthy save for my son's war-related stuff. So that's all that matters in the wide scheme of things.
And I'm still in love and we are doing well. We've decided to take the next step in our relationship. We're moving in together at the end of the month. He's been told he looks like Richard Gere but I don't see it. I just know I love him. He looks like just himself. And that's the important thing to me. He's him.
People blame God for a lot of things. They say God tells them to kill, to attack countries. No matter what you call God in whatever religion you are, I have to say I disagree with that. He didn't attack us on 9-11 and He didn't invade Iraq in 2003. People did that. But just like a parent who loves a child and welcomes that child back after going astray, He is here for all of us.
And the only thing we can accuse Him of is giving us free will. Just as we do our children as they grow and mature.
Oh and Obama thinks we are distracted by the war in Iraq? So sorry, sir. We'll try not to let our feelings for our sons and daughters being killed over there interfere with whoever you view to be a threat.
I'm still not complaining about the price of gas. My son came home. I'm keeping a promise. And the following poem is based on what really happened between me and a stranger and why I won't complain no matter how high gas gets...besides...I always did like walking:
I Heard a Man
I heard a man in a restaurant say,
War’s no more scary than living day-to-day;
We could wind up dead from an accident,
We get stressed out when we over-spend.
He went on to complain about the cost of war
And how the soldiers are getting all these rewards. (?)
While he’s at home being slaughtered by gas prices
Shoot ‘em all! Is what the man advises.
I tried to ignore his words, I swear,
But the louder he got the more I cared.
Till I finally turned to him and replied-
“We all heard your opinion-now hear mine.
You’re right in life there’s no guarantee,
But let me ask you, sir, and be frank with me;
Have you ever braced yourself for a knock at the door?
Have you ever had a child go to war?
There are 3 a.m. calls because it’s daylight there,
And you can’t wake up from a living nightmare.
There’s a woman being hurt in a darkened alley,
And the only ones to stop are your son and his buddies.
But it’s an ambush and they nearly die,
Because they were raised to be white knights.
I couldn’t care less if gas is 4.29
I’m just thankful to God my son came home alive.
I worry like you about bills to pay,
But we haven’t had to see a friend blown away.
So don’t compare your stress to a soldier’s war zone,
Don’t disrespect those who never made it home.”
The restaurant grew quiet as I had my say,
To a man who spoke of soldiers in a disdainful way.
“Just remember” I told the man before I walked away;
Those soldiers are why you live in freedom today.”
Dear Mr. M....
We wish to act promptly on your recent request to file for veterans' compensation...etc....etc...etc....
No surprise, right? A nice response from the VA regarding my son's disability request.
Oh, it was dated July 8 so they mailed it right away that day, wasn't that nice? And they included his original correspondence...so everything stays together...wasn't that nice?
Only his was dated October 9, 2006.
So once again, Mom gets in the middle of it. Once again, they apologize for "losing" his case file. Once again, Mom goes to a higher authority. No, Jesse Ventura, I don't think God tells us to go to war but I do think He helps us deal with the stupidity of mankind.
We have an appointment on Tuesday and I have once again made copies of our examples of the bureaucratic nightmare we call the VA system.
He has another MRI scheduled for August. They have to monitor his TBI. Did I tell you I really have no respect for our VA system? For how they treat our vets? Do you blame me?
Trevor is all better now. It's been really hard this month financially but things always seem to work out. Between school getting ready to start and car repairs and personally funding 480.00 a pop for MRIs and doctors until the VA approves his request, my own dreams have been put on another temporary hold.
My kids are doing well. They are healthy save for my son's war-related stuff. So that's all that matters in the wide scheme of things.
And I'm still in love and we are doing well. We've decided to take the next step in our relationship. We're moving in together at the end of the month. He's been told he looks like Richard Gere but I don't see it. I just know I love him. He looks like just himself. And that's the important thing to me. He's him.
People blame God for a lot of things. They say God tells them to kill, to attack countries. No matter what you call God in whatever religion you are, I have to say I disagree with that. He didn't attack us on 9-11 and He didn't invade Iraq in 2003. People did that. But just like a parent who loves a child and welcomes that child back after going astray, He is here for all of us.
And the only thing we can accuse Him of is giving us free will. Just as we do our children as they grow and mature.
Oh and Obama thinks we are distracted by the war in Iraq? So sorry, sir. We'll try not to let our feelings for our sons and daughters being killed over there interfere with whoever you view to be a threat.
I'm still not complaining about the price of gas. My son came home. I'm keeping a promise. And the following poem is based on what really happened between me and a stranger and why I won't complain no matter how high gas gets...besides...I always did like walking:
I Heard a Man
I heard a man in a restaurant say,
War’s no more scary than living day-to-day;
We could wind up dead from an accident,
We get stressed out when we over-spend.
He went on to complain about the cost of war
And how the soldiers are getting all these rewards. (?)
While he’s at home being slaughtered by gas prices
Shoot ‘em all! Is what the man advises.
I tried to ignore his words, I swear,
But the louder he got the more I cared.
Till I finally turned to him and replied-
“We all heard your opinion-now hear mine.
You’re right in life there’s no guarantee,
But let me ask you, sir, and be frank with me;
Have you ever braced yourself for a knock at the door?
Have you ever had a child go to war?
There are 3 a.m. calls because it’s daylight there,
And you can’t wake up from a living nightmare.
There’s a woman being hurt in a darkened alley,
And the only ones to stop are your son and his buddies.
But it’s an ambush and they nearly die,
Because they were raised to be white knights.
I couldn’t care less if gas is 4.29
I’m just thankful to God my son came home alive.
I worry like you about bills to pay,
But we haven’t had to see a friend blown away.
So don’t compare your stress to a soldier’s war zone,
Don’t disrespect those who never made it home.”
The restaurant grew quiet as I had my say,
To a man who spoke of soldiers in a disdainful way.
“Just remember” I told the man before I walked away;
Those soldiers are why you live in freedom today.”
Friday, June 20, 2008
The Middle of the Night
It's the middle of the night. I should be sleeping. I told my guy I was going to bed and I really did...but I got up. I'm restless and yet so tired. There are thoughts going through my head tonight. I can't sleep until I get them all laid out.
So here goes.
My daughter. I love that girl. She is one Force of Nature and I will always be proud and honored that God gave her to me.
My sons. One has been through more than I could ever comprehend and the other has the maturity of those three times his age. I am also proud and honored to be their mom. They are protective over me. I find myself sharing a love of fishing and sports with them and one has graced me with a blessing I've wanted for six years...I'm gonna be a grandma. (We had a sonogram Tuesday and we now have arms and legs) :)
My age. I'm proud of my age. Ever since I turned 45 two months ago I've been saying I'm almost 50. It doesn't bother me a bit. A couple of days ago someone told me the corniest thing. I'd never heard it before but I thought it was corny and funny and cute...he told me Mother Nature and Father Time had been good to me. I think so most of the time, too. But this is a PMS week so not right now. :)
My health. My lupus has acted up a couple of times. I missed a biopsy I was suppose to have and my doctor wrote me a letter. I have a very caring doctor. But I have decided maybe I am a little like my aunt...I don't want to know anything...I just want to live each day to the fullest. Besides...I wouldn't listen anymore with a biopsy report than I did after my stroke. So why bother?
My writing. I'm enjoying it. I'm "partnered up" with Karen on a couple of projects and with a girl at work on another one. We connected right away and this new friend and I feel our paths were meant to cross...and you will most definitely find out more VERY SOON.
My guy. On one hand I see a lot of myself in him. He's very jealous where I am concerned. I have my own jealousy with him but it's different. Women will flirt with him right in front of me and he doesn't seem to acknowledge it. But he'll look at me, wink and suddenly we are the only two in a room full of people. And a couple of weeks ago when I honestly thought we were through? He came up to my work and pulled a gesture right out of some romantic old movie...grabbing me and pulling me to him and kissing me and telling me right there in the parking lot in front of everyone how much he loved me...and I fell in love with him all over again. We've been together for awhile now...I've never known anyone like him...he doesn't know about my blog. I've thought about telling him but he's not really into this type of stuff. He lives and breathes cars...from auctions to buying and selling to races. It's all about cars with him. Except when we are out shooting pool or he is singing karaoke (he has an AWESOME voice). No wait...yeah...he even does car deals then sometimes.
I'm tired. I guess I'll go to bed now. But I plan on blogging again soon. I need to introduce you all to Daisy. :)
So here goes.
My daughter. I love that girl. She is one Force of Nature and I will always be proud and honored that God gave her to me.
My sons. One has been through more than I could ever comprehend and the other has the maturity of those three times his age. I am also proud and honored to be their mom. They are protective over me. I find myself sharing a love of fishing and sports with them and one has graced me with a blessing I've wanted for six years...I'm gonna be a grandma. (We had a sonogram Tuesday and we now have arms and legs) :)
My age. I'm proud of my age. Ever since I turned 45 two months ago I've been saying I'm almost 50. It doesn't bother me a bit. A couple of days ago someone told me the corniest thing. I'd never heard it before but I thought it was corny and funny and cute...he told me Mother Nature and Father Time had been good to me. I think so most of the time, too. But this is a PMS week so not right now. :)
My health. My lupus has acted up a couple of times. I missed a biopsy I was suppose to have and my doctor wrote me a letter. I have a very caring doctor. But I have decided maybe I am a little like my aunt...I don't want to know anything...I just want to live each day to the fullest. Besides...I wouldn't listen anymore with a biopsy report than I did after my stroke. So why bother?
My writing. I'm enjoying it. I'm "partnered up" with Karen on a couple of projects and with a girl at work on another one. We connected right away and this new friend and I feel our paths were meant to cross...and you will most definitely find out more VERY SOON.
My guy. On one hand I see a lot of myself in him. He's very jealous where I am concerned. I have my own jealousy with him but it's different. Women will flirt with him right in front of me and he doesn't seem to acknowledge it. But he'll look at me, wink and suddenly we are the only two in a room full of people. And a couple of weeks ago when I honestly thought we were through? He came up to my work and pulled a gesture right out of some romantic old movie...grabbing me and pulling me to him and kissing me and telling me right there in the parking lot in front of everyone how much he loved me...and I fell in love with him all over again. We've been together for awhile now...I've never known anyone like him...he doesn't know about my blog. I've thought about telling him but he's not really into this type of stuff. He lives and breathes cars...from auctions to buying and selling to races. It's all about cars with him. Except when we are out shooting pool or he is singing karaoke (he has an AWESOME voice). No wait...yeah...he even does car deals then sometimes.
I'm tired. I guess I'll go to bed now. But I plan on blogging again soon. I need to introduce you all to Daisy. :)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Even the Fish in the Stock Tank are Laughing
So the past couple of weekends I have been able to indulge in one of my favorite quiet time hobbies...fishing. Now, I love anything having to do with the water...most importantly storms. A good friend of mine has promised to take me storm chasing when we get a good one this summer.
But in spite of the fact that yours truly loves fishing...fishing does not always love me.
Go figure.
So anyway...I'm sitting on the bank and I've caught three fish. We throw them all back and then it starts.
The Tango.
With a fish.
A big fish.
For nearly half an hour I kid you NOT...this fish and I danced around each other. He kept eating my minnows and getting away.
I was NOT a happy camper. I declared aloud that I WOULD get him before it was over.
Then...simulataneously...my phone rings and he grabs my minnow. I'm on the phone with one of my best gal pals and the King of the Stock Tank is demanding my attention.
Talk about multi-tasking.
I won. I pulled him out.
I'm on the phone with L and she is requesting that I run back to town and get a cake because it's a friend's last evening at work and let's all have a party before 10 p.m.
It was almost seven.
I don't know if the fish was mad because I got him out of the water that time or because I had the gall to catch him and talk on the phone at the same time, therefore not giving him my complete attention...but he was MAD.
He came after me.
Yes he did.
You don't know...you weren't there. He DID.
So my friend is laughing and said "Monica, if I had a hook in my mouth and you were on the other end of the string, I'd be after you, too."
So not being ENTIRELY dumb...I dropped the pole and took off with my cell phone in hand.
He kept coming after me.
He flip=flopped all the way down the bank chasing after ME.
Yes, he did.
He was big. My friend took a picture of him.
Yeah, it helped when we told the story at the party...showing that big ole mean fish and everyone imagining it coming after me.
Everyone laughed. They are still laughing days later.
No surprise.
Even the fish in the stock tank are laughing.
But in spite of the fact that yours truly loves fishing...fishing does not always love me.
Go figure.
So anyway...I'm sitting on the bank and I've caught three fish. We throw them all back and then it starts.
The Tango.
With a fish.
A big fish.
For nearly half an hour I kid you NOT...this fish and I danced around each other. He kept eating my minnows and getting away.
I was NOT a happy camper. I declared aloud that I WOULD get him before it was over.
Then...simulataneously...my phone rings and he grabs my minnow. I'm on the phone with one of my best gal pals and the King of the Stock Tank is demanding my attention.
Talk about multi-tasking.
I won. I pulled him out.
I'm on the phone with L and she is requesting that I run back to town and get a cake because it's a friend's last evening at work and let's all have a party before 10 p.m.
It was almost seven.
I don't know if the fish was mad because I got him out of the water that time or because I had the gall to catch him and talk on the phone at the same time, therefore not giving him my complete attention...but he was MAD.
He came after me.
Yes he did.
You don't know...you weren't there. He DID.
So my friend is laughing and said "Monica, if I had a hook in my mouth and you were on the other end of the string, I'd be after you, too."
So not being ENTIRELY dumb...I dropped the pole and took off with my cell phone in hand.
He kept coming after me.
He flip=flopped all the way down the bank chasing after ME.
Yes, he did.
He was big. My friend took a picture of him.
Yeah, it helped when we told the story at the party...showing that big ole mean fish and everyone imagining it coming after me.
Everyone laughed. They are still laughing days later.
No surprise.
Even the fish in the stock tank are laughing.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Hi All
I got my little political tantrum out of the way Wednesday. Now it's time to let you know I am back and will be blogging regularly and should probably catch you up on what's been going on with me.
Life is good. Life is REALLY good. I say this coming from a full year of turbulence and mixed blessings. I mean every word.
I am going to get the so-called bad out of the way and then move on to the really important stuff, okay? I've been diagnosed with Lupus and it is greatly affecting my kidneys. I was suppose to have a biopsy Wednesday but my doctor had a personal family situation and I didn't want his very competent stand-in taking over because well...I'm just like that. So it has been rescheduled for next Wednesday. My older son thinks it is ironic that I was willing to give a friend a kidney two years ago and now I'm facing this little detour on life's highway. Oh well.
But...are you ready for this? Cause those of you who know me know how ready I am. Me...yours truly...will be a grandmother right around January 7! Woohoo!!!! I am so happy! My guy said "welcome to the older generation, baby, you look good for a grandma".
I have got to tell you about the sonogram. Yep, I got to be there and I have one of the first two pictures of my little grandbaby. AND...the doctor who delivered Jeremy is delivering my grandbaby! I showed him the pictures of my three...told him what they had been doing...the veteran who would be the dad while dealing with so many issues from war; the one he delivered in school and a signed Marine; the little beauty of a gift I now have because he talked me out of having my tubes tied following Jeremy.
Two books have been released and thanks to the talents of Karen, web sites are nearly done. Two other books are about to be released and the links to all will be on the websites in the next week or so. I will also be having a real honest to goodness book signing at a store in my town THIS MONTH!!! Woohoo!!
Trevor is in ICU at the moment. Now...you need to realize if you don't normally read me that Trevor is my car. I love Trevor. We've had several good years together and against the advice of my family I am keeping Trevor and he is getting a new motor. But we are adding a white Jeep Cherokee to the family and Trevor is looking forward to it because...she's a girl.
My love life is wonderful and I have been with a guy for awhile who just absolutely adores me. I work hard but I also take time to slow down and enjoy life and you know what? I wouldn't trade mine for anyone's no matter what happens next Wednesday. And well...we all know how stubborn I can be so that's going to be easy to get through.
I'm going fishing these days. I hadn't been in forever and last weekend I went and this weekend I'm going. I love fishing.
We had a storm last night. I LOVE storms.
I'm in the middle of writing another book. I love writing.
I love life, God and my family.
Life is good. I hope something wonderful is happening in each of yours.
Life is good. Life is REALLY good. I say this coming from a full year of turbulence and mixed blessings. I mean every word.
I am going to get the so-called bad out of the way and then move on to the really important stuff, okay? I've been diagnosed with Lupus and it is greatly affecting my kidneys. I was suppose to have a biopsy Wednesday but my doctor had a personal family situation and I didn't want his very competent stand-in taking over because well...I'm just like that. So it has been rescheduled for next Wednesday. My older son thinks it is ironic that I was willing to give a friend a kidney two years ago and now I'm facing this little detour on life's highway. Oh well.
But...are you ready for this? Cause those of you who know me know how ready I am. Me...yours truly...will be a grandmother right around January 7! Woohoo!!!! I am so happy! My guy said "welcome to the older generation, baby, you look good for a grandma".
I have got to tell you about the sonogram. Yep, I got to be there and I have one of the first two pictures of my little grandbaby. AND...the doctor who delivered Jeremy is delivering my grandbaby! I showed him the pictures of my three...told him what they had been doing...the veteran who would be the dad while dealing with so many issues from war; the one he delivered in school and a signed Marine; the little beauty of a gift I now have because he talked me out of having my tubes tied following Jeremy.
Two books have been released and thanks to the talents of Karen, web sites are nearly done. Two other books are about to be released and the links to all will be on the websites in the next week or so. I will also be having a real honest to goodness book signing at a store in my town THIS MONTH!!! Woohoo!!
Trevor is in ICU at the moment. Now...you need to realize if you don't normally read me that Trevor is my car. I love Trevor. We've had several good years together and against the advice of my family I am keeping Trevor and he is getting a new motor. But we are adding a white Jeep Cherokee to the family and Trevor is looking forward to it because...she's a girl.
My love life is wonderful and I have been with a guy for awhile who just absolutely adores me. I work hard but I also take time to slow down and enjoy life and you know what? I wouldn't trade mine for anyone's no matter what happens next Wednesday. And well...we all know how stubborn I can be so that's going to be easy to get through.
I'm going fishing these days. I hadn't been in forever and last weekend I went and this weekend I'm going. I love fishing.
We had a storm last night. I LOVE storms.
I'm in the middle of writing another book. I love writing.
I love life, God and my family.
Life is good. I hope something wonderful is happening in each of yours.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The Man Who FINALLY Drove Me Republican
Thank you, Obama. You did what no other man in over 25 years has been able to do.
You drove me to vote Republican. I'm sure someone like me isn't important to you but here are my reasons:
1) Your wife has never been proud of this country until now?
I've been proud of this country so many times and still am today. We have brought Civil Rights to the forefront. We have made men and women equal. We have stood together as one nation so many times in history...when Pearl Harbor was attacked...on September 11, 2001...during Hurricane Katrina and so many other times.
2) Your pastor calls them as he sees them?
Let me tell you what this woman sees. Again, I realize I'm not important in the wide scheme of things...just a single white mom (since your pastor felt the right to bring up the race card) in a rough economy doing everything she legally can to take care of her kids. One of those kids went to war, Mr. Barack. We know now that he was injured over there in ways you and I could never understand. They call it TBI and PTSD. I call it a thank you to God that I even have that child when we've lost so many of EVERY color with no end in sight. Whether they are black, white, hispanic, Italian, Indian....they are all my kids over there.
I remember having a child diagnosed with cancer and literally selling my plasma to feed three children because I didn't qualify for food stamps in our country. I remember stating I would pay 5.00 for gas if my son came home from war. I don't complain about gas prices like a lot of people do. I just quietly go about my job and my life and take time each day to say thank you to God...who...if He does have a problem with me being white...has never given me that impression.
3) Are you Muslim or Christian or just whatever the mood strikes you that day?
I don't understand. I don't understand how you can sit in the pews for 20 plus years yet say that pastor never affected you. I don't understand how you can have a Muslim parent yet say it doesn't affect you. My religious upbringing affects every day of my life. My parents affect every day of my life and my pastor affects a great deal of my life.
And for the record...this woman doesn't believe being Muslim is bad. This woman believes there are extremists in that religion just as there are in every religion and every culture on earth. We were not attacked by the Muslim religion on September 11...we were attacked by terrorists.
4) That flag is to be HONORED.
Your wife being first lady scares me. Your pastor having a great say over you when he feels as he does scares me. But what infuriates me is you have no respect for our flag. That flag represents all those before us who died for freedom. That flag represents all those wounded in war. That flag represents the fact that I can write this post without fear of imprisonment or death because I live in a country that allows freedom of speech...and it wasn't given to me by you.
So if you win the Democratic election, I will vote for McCain to be our next president. I want to know that the person in the Oval Office is there for EVERY American citizen and I don't have that faith in you based just on the actions of your wife, you and your pastor. I'm sorry you felt the need to make this campaign a racial issue. I'm sorry your family isn't proud of this country. To me it means you shouldn't be President if you aren't proud of the people you are serving.
I wish you and your family the very best and should you become our next President...congratulations. Just don't expect to ever be welcomed in my home. We proudly fly the flag around here.
You drove me to vote Republican. I'm sure someone like me isn't important to you but here are my reasons:
1) Your wife has never been proud of this country until now?
I've been proud of this country so many times and still am today. We have brought Civil Rights to the forefront. We have made men and women equal. We have stood together as one nation so many times in history...when Pearl Harbor was attacked...on September 11, 2001...during Hurricane Katrina and so many other times.
2) Your pastor calls them as he sees them?
Let me tell you what this woman sees. Again, I realize I'm not important in the wide scheme of things...just a single white mom (since your pastor felt the right to bring up the race card) in a rough economy doing everything she legally can to take care of her kids. One of those kids went to war, Mr. Barack. We know now that he was injured over there in ways you and I could never understand. They call it TBI and PTSD. I call it a thank you to God that I even have that child when we've lost so many of EVERY color with no end in sight. Whether they are black, white, hispanic, Italian, Indian....they are all my kids over there.
I remember having a child diagnosed with cancer and literally selling my plasma to feed three children because I didn't qualify for food stamps in our country. I remember stating I would pay 5.00 for gas if my son came home from war. I don't complain about gas prices like a lot of people do. I just quietly go about my job and my life and take time each day to say thank you to God...who...if He does have a problem with me being white...has never given me that impression.
3) Are you Muslim or Christian or just whatever the mood strikes you that day?
I don't understand. I don't understand how you can sit in the pews for 20 plus years yet say that pastor never affected you. I don't understand how you can have a Muslim parent yet say it doesn't affect you. My religious upbringing affects every day of my life. My parents affect every day of my life and my pastor affects a great deal of my life.
And for the record...this woman doesn't believe being Muslim is bad. This woman believes there are extremists in that religion just as there are in every religion and every culture on earth. We were not attacked by the Muslim religion on September 11...we were attacked by terrorists.
4) That flag is to be HONORED.
Your wife being first lady scares me. Your pastor having a great say over you when he feels as he does scares me. But what infuriates me is you have no respect for our flag. That flag represents all those before us who died for freedom. That flag represents all those wounded in war. That flag represents the fact that I can write this post without fear of imprisonment or death because I live in a country that allows freedom of speech...and it wasn't given to me by you.
So if you win the Democratic election, I will vote for McCain to be our next president. I want to know that the person in the Oval Office is there for EVERY American citizen and I don't have that faith in you based just on the actions of your wife, you and your pastor. I'm sorry you felt the need to make this campaign a racial issue. I'm sorry your family isn't proud of this country. To me it means you shouldn't be President if you aren't proud of the people you are serving.
I wish you and your family the very best and should you become our next President...congratulations. Just don't expect to ever be welcomed in my home. We proudly fly the flag around here.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Kayla
When you get wrapped up in your own life and lag behind on blogging you can come across something and it can floor you. Today I read that one of the most beautiful human beings to ever exist passed away. She was only 17 years old and although I never met her, I considered the beautiful Kayla one of my personal heroes.
Please go to her aunt's blog to send your condolences and then light a candle for this wonderful young lady. I cried in my mama's arms over this darling today. My heart and sympathy go out to her family and while I know it isn't fair, I pray they find peace in the knowledge that she is no longer in pain and is looking down at her family and friends all over the globe.
We miss you, Kayla.
Please go to her aunt's blog to send your condolences and then light a candle for this wonderful young lady. I cried in my mama's arms over this darling today. My heart and sympathy go out to her family and while I know it isn't fair, I pray they find peace in the knowledge that she is no longer in pain and is looking down at her family and friends all over the globe.
We miss you, Kayla.
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