We are back from picking up my son. I missed him so much that even though we were supposed to go get him on Saturday morning….we drove up late Friday night and woke him up and surprised him. If you think I was glad to see him….guess how his little brother felt?
That’s love right there.
Joh.n McCa.in has selected Sa.rah Pal.in as his choice for the Vice Presidential nod.
I implore you all to do your homework. Here is some information on this woman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Palin
Start by reading about her and then dig some more.
She is a former beauty queen, she tried marijuana but “didn’t like it”, is a staunch right to lifer, is anti-gay marriage and is currently under investigation for abuse of power for “allegedly” having her brother-in-law fired just as he and her sister were getting a divorce. Hmmm.
Her pluses? She’s obscure. She is involved in the environment due to the nature of her state. She has a son in the military and another son who is handicapped and a total of five children. The working mother aspect will be positive.
Make sure you know the facts. They talk about Obama’s experience. As old as McCa.in is….should something happen to him, is this the woman that can lead this nation?
Hilary supporters…..are you going to switch alliances and vote simply because he added a woman to the ticket or are you voting for the REAL issues at hand?
My family tuned in to watch Barack Obama accept the Democratic nomination for President last night.
Going into the speech I was worried. Obama’s weakness is his lack of experience, his lack of knowledge as it relates to foreign policy. I also think that his nature can be a bit too genteel at times and aloof at others. I wanted to see him take on the Republicans and address his criticisms. I wanted him to kick Azz and take names.
For me? He did it.
My highlights:
“Tonight, I say to the people of America, to Democrats and Republicans and independents across this great land — enough! This moment — this election — is our chance to keep, in the 21st century, the American promise alive. Because next week, in Minnesota, the same party that brought you two terms of George Bush and Dick Cheney will ask this country for a third. And we are here because we love this country too much to let the next four years look just like the last eight. On November 4, we must stand up and say: “Eight is enough.”
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“John McCain has voted with George Bush 90 percent of the time. Sen. McCain likes to talk about judgment, but really, what does it say about your judgment when you think George Bush has been right more than 90 percent of the time? I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to take a 10 percent chance on change.”
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“Now, I don’t believe that Sen. McCain doesn’t care what’s going on in the lives of Americans. I just think he doesn’t know……
It’s not because John McCain doesn’t care. It’s because John McCain doesn’t get it.
For over two decades, he’s subscribed to that old, discredited Republican philosophy — give more and more to those with the most and hope that prosperity trickles down to everyone else. In Washington, they call this the Ownership Society, but what it really means is that you’re on your own. Out of work? Tough luck. You’re on your own. No health care? The market will fix it. You’re on your own. Born into poverty? Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps — even if you don’t have boots. You are on your own.”
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“we must also admit that programs alone can’t replace parents; that government can’t turn off the television and make a child do her homework; that fathers must take more responsibility to provide love and guidance to their children.”
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And with this last paragraph, I felt like he HIT IT OUT OF INVESCO/MILE HIGH STADIUM.
“We may not agree on abortion, but surely we can agree on reducing the number of unwanted pregnancies in this country. The reality of gun ownership may be different for hunters in rural Ohio than they are for those plagued by gang-violence in Cleveland, but don’t tell me we can’t uphold the Second Amendment while keeping AK-47s out of the hands of criminals. I know there are differences on same-sex marriage, but surely we can agree that our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve to visit the person they love in the hospital and to live lives free of discrimination. You know, passions may fly on immigration, but I don’t know anyone who benefits when a mother is separated from her infant child or an employer undercuts American wages by hiring illegal workers. But this, too, is part of America’s promise — the promise of a democracy where we can find the strength and grace to bridge divides and unite in common effort.
I know there are those who dismiss such beliefs as happy talk. They claim that our insistence on something larger, something firmer and more honest in our public life is just a Trojan Horse for higher taxes and the abandonment of traditional values. And that’s to be expected. Because if you don’t have any fresh ideas, then you use stale tactics to scare voters. If you don’t have a record to run on, then you paint your opponent as someone people should run from.
You make a big election about small things.
And you know what — it’s worked before. Because it feeds into the cynicism we all have about government. When Washington doesn’t work, all its promises seem empty. If your hopes have been dashed again and again, then it’s best to stop hoping, and settle for what you already know.
I get it. I realize that I am not the likeliest candidate for this office. I don’t fit the typical pedigree, and I haven’t spent my career in the halls of Washington.
But I stand before you tonight because all across America something is stirring. What the naysayers don’t understand is that this election has never been about me. It’s about you. It’s about you.”
Yes, Mr. Obama. Yes, We Can.
You delivered and did Dr. King’s memory proud, you did us proud.
Even if you aren’t a supporter, recognize that history has been made today. Barack Obama is officially the Democratic nominee for President. I am so proud of America and what we have all overcome to get to this point. Congratulations to Mr. Obama and to all of you. We have come a long way and change is indeed good.
I was running on the treadmill tonight at the gym and I realized something. In 2009, I will turn 40 years old. FORTY YEARS OLD. I feel like just the other day I was cutting class at Bro.oklyn Te.ch to go to the movies or hang out at Fo.rt Gre.ene park.
My life is flying by. Especially now that I have kids. I spend more of my time watching them grow than thinking about myself. In doing so, I woke up one day and realized that I was 39 with a year to go before the BIG 4-0.
This upcoming year marks a milestone in my life. I have been on a mental, spiritual and physical journey just getting this far. As a work in progress, I inevitably find myself taking stock of my personal progress.
In the first two decades of my life, I enjoyed being a kid and a teenager. My family life was not always stable. I had so many unanswered questions and I learned to bury my pain. I learned how to put on a brave face and to act like I was unphased. I got good grades and was a model child but underneath, I needed love. I needed someone to tell me that things were going to be okay. No one asked and I didn’t volunteer any info. I never let the world see my wounds. In doing this, I learned not to depend on anyone but myself for the love I needed.
In my 20′s, I learned about love. I let my guard down and entered the dating realm. Sometimes, I got my heart stomped on but I learned that love is not being afraid to try…. to hope. I had to take those leaps to grow and to hopefully fly. I met the love of my life. I spent much of this decade, in and out of a relationship with him but always loving him. I eventually learned that I could love someone with all I had despite the fact that I couldn’t stay with him. Nothing hurt more than that lesson. No matter how much we loved each other, we didn’t end up together. We wanted different things. I learned that lesson and not soon after, lost him to an untimely death. At the end of this cycle of my life, just when I had given up on ever believing in my personal happiness….I met my future husband.
This last decade has been filled with struggles, re-learning who I am and what a real relationship is all about. There have been disagreements. There have been all out FIGHTS. There has also been love. Lots and lots of love. I have been blessed with a great man. I have been doubly blessed with two children and in having them….have discovered what my true purpose in life is.
I was put on this earth to raise these two boys. They are destined for greatness and I am the one that is going to love them along that journey. I don’t know why I was chosen to do this….but I am so grateful. I truly know that this is my purpose.
I am not sure what the next decade holds. Hell, I don’t know if tomorrow is in the cards for me. God willing, I plan on spending the next ten years with my wonderful family but also doing more for myself. Taking the best care of me. Taking more time to stop and enjoy life. To not work as hard. To do more things that fulfill my mental and spiritual state. To rediscover things that I love to do.
My plan has already begun with running that 5K, giving up eating red meat almost three years ago. I have so much more growing to do but I am on a ten year plan. I don’t have to run to get there…I can walk. As long as I cross the finish line.
Yes, my life is not perfect but the bumps in the road have made the journey all the more interesting and have made me a much smarter, more confident driver.
I can’t wait to continue on to my destination.
Like many of you, I watched Mrs. Obama dazzle the crowd last night. The picture of class and graciousness. I was so proud of her for representing her family so well during this historic race.
I awoke to news reports that four gentlemen were seized for plotting an alleged assasination attempt on Mr. Obama. Four crystal meth addicts who had somehow procurred guns, id badges, ammunition, etc. As my husband said this morning….folks like that are the fall guys for someone else. They find these drug addicts and give them weapons and money to fulfill their wishes. (C-O-N spiracy).
I wonder what it must be like to be both Mr. O and Mrs. O at a time like this. They must be aware of the dangers involved with his candidacy and again, if he becomes President. There are so many factions out there that don’t want to see History be made. This family knows that they are headed down a road and have to see this thing through to it’s conclusion. No matter what happens.
I have been thinking about my favorite movie scene ever. The scene in Malcolm X where Denzel as Malcolm is headed to the Audubon Ballroom knowing full well the dangers that lay ahead. The camera rolls down the sidewalk with him and Sam Cooke sings “A Change is Gonna Come” in the background. That feeling that no matter what….you have to go forward and complete what you started because your life mission is bigger than just you.
I pray that the ignorant factions in our society can allow this man, Barack Obama, to just run for President. I pray they can see him as a man, a candidate, a father, a husband and not just a “black” man.
More than that, I pray that liberty and justice for all can really happen in these United States of America.
I am back from my whirlwind week at home. I can’t really call it a vacation cause I had little to no rest.
With Tali 1 at home and my mom visiting….that resting stuff was a wrap. Between driving her all over so she could shop, my trip to Motor Vehicles and the passport office and Tali 1 saying “I’m bored”….I swear I was living on iced coffee and fumes.
My mom left on Thursday and on Friday morning my Step-Dad showed up with his wife and son who will be starting college in Philly. They cried and dropped their baby off at the dorms, spent the night and then left on Saturday.
Saturday afternoon, we drove halfway to Harrisburg to drop my oldest son off to his aunt who will be watching him this week. You already know how I felt with him being gone for the night a few weeks back so you can imagine how I feel with him gone until Saturday.
I called him last night and he said “Mom, I went to chocolate world at Hershey Park and then we went to Chuck E. Cheese. It was so much fun.”
So I felt great that he was having a good time. But then….
“Mom, are you coming to get me tomorrow?”
“No Tali. We are coming early on Saturday morning.”
“What day is it today?”
“Sunday”
“That’s a lot of days Mom.”
“I know son, but they will go very quickly.”
“I know but I just miss you……..LARGE CRYING AND BAWLING INSERTED HERE.”
So I had to hang up the phone with my son crying and feeling like the prototype for 1-800-bad-mommy.
This is going to be a rough week.
What’s been cracking party people? Share some good news.
I GOT MY MAXWELL TICKETS. RADIO CITY MUSIC HALL, OCTOBER 9th. ORCHESTRA SEATS.
YES, YES, YES!
Who would think that a Grandmother and a six year old could completely defeat Won.der Wo.man? Yes, your girl 1969 is beat.
After spending the weekend in Harrisburg, PA at an extremely *ahem* interesting wedding. (The first dance was to H-Town “Knoc.kin D.a Bo.ots” and that’s all I’m saying to protect the parties involved.)
We returned on Sunday and I was battling a cold. A bad cold. I took a whole bunch of over the counter cold stuff and ended up not being able to sleep. I probably slept two good hours last night.
My mom arrived at 10 am and we hit the ground running. She had us out shopping all day. Granted, we got most of our back to school shopping done and since she was feeling happy with her credit card…I didn’t argue at all.
She also took us to lunch and we enjoyed the break. Unfortunately, she had the bright idea to pick up Tali 2 early from daycare to join in the fun. One shopping Grandma, TWO TALI’S and a cold fighting, drug induced 1969 could only lead to one thing….TOTAL EXHAUSTION.
We took the boys out for ice cream, bought some school shoes and sneakers.
When we came home around 6pm. I whipped up a turkey meatloaf, roasted potatoes and green bean dinner. As they ate, I sat there so exhausted, I didn’t even have the energy to eat what was on my plate.
Was she done? Oh no….we rounded up the troops and headed back out to Tarzhay for a few last minute items like underwear and socks.
You can see what that resulted in right?
I may not make it a whole week. Pray for me.
Your girl is offically on vacation and out of work all next week. Tali 1′s camp is over today and he has a two week stretch before school starts.
We are off to a wedding this weekend out of town and then my mom will be up hanging out with Tali 1 and I all next week.
Seriously, I’m gonna need camp to not cut-off with two weeks to go until the school year. DAMN THEM.
So I am finishing up some oatmeal and turkey bacon, getting dressed and I am about to hit the road. Pedicure, eyebrows….yes, I will be very busy running around cause we are leaving for the wedding around 3pm.
Expect lots of blogging next week. My mom and I are HIGHLY entertaining…I get it from her!
Happy Friday to you all.
