Crazy Little Thing Called Life

Okay, the best thing that can be said about this election is that thankfully, it's almost over.

 

I've determined something about myself during this election.  I'm not stupid.  I watched a video a few minutes ago that made me shake my head in wonder at how friggin' stupid some people are.  In this case, it was a woman named Peggy Joseph who went to an Obama rally, and now believes that Obama is going to help her pay her mortgage & pay for her gas.

 

Yeah.  Right. Sure, Sweetie.  You go to bed tonight believing that.  Run up your credit cards at Christmas time because Mr. Obama will be takin' care of you.  You selfish freakin' bitch, you're not the only one who has trouble paying bills.  Why should Obama - or anyone else, for that matter, help you???

 

But the mindboggling thing is, people really do believe that line of B.S.

 

Pardon me, but I don't want the government interfering in my mortgage or meddling in my gastank.  I don't want to give them that power, because then it becomes in their power to decide that my house is bigger than I need, or I have more land than necessary, or that my kids can double up on rooms.  Or they can decide that I drive too much and must have my gas consumption rationed. 

 

What I really want from the government and politicians is this:  Leave me alone.

 

Don't take anymore of my husband's paycheck.  You take enough already.  If there is someone nearby who doesn't make the money that he does (and it's not a whole lot), I really don't care.  I've heard the word "redistribution" mentioned a lot recently and it scares the hell out of me.  Socialism, anyone????  That is, after all the start of socialism -- wealth redistribution & the requirement for nationalized health care, energy industry, etc.  When you let the government start running those aspects, it's socialism.

 

I'm not a socialist.  I'm an American & to be so requires that one repudiates socialism, communism.  Don't those words scare anyone else?  No matter how much the intellectual elitists think it's a good idea, it's not.  If people want to voluntarily share their wealth, great.  It's funny: statistically, there are more wealthy Democrats than Republicans.  Statistically, as a percentage of income, Republicans give more $$ to charitable causes than do Democrats.  Why is that? 

 

Obama has built an aura of "savior" around him.  Excuse me, but the last guy did a hell of a lot more for people in general than Obama ever will.  You think Obama will save you? FROM WHAT???  What is wrong with work? What is wrong with paying for the things that you consume?  You want Obama to pay your mortgage.  Do you have an Ipod? A cell phone? Cable TV? A car to put that gas in?  Maybe you need to re-arrange your priorities before you look to the man to pay for your life, because sister, I won't be happy about him dipping into my pocket, or anyone else's pocket, to pay for something that perhaps you should be accepting responsibility for.

I could never be elected President.  Why?  Because I'd run on the slogan "Giving responsibility back to the people".  In other words, be responsible for your life. Be responsible for your choices.  If that means, when hard luck comes, you have to take a job that you somehow feel is "beneath" you in order to make ends meet, then so be it.  Honest work isn't shameful.  Earning what you have is a source of pride.  Everyone loves to get a bargain, but the bottom line is you still have to pay for it.  Taking the money out of my pocket to pay for your mortgage is outright stealing. 

 

Obama will most likely win this election.  I don't care if he's the first black to win the presidency.  To me, there is nothing historic about electing an underqualified intellectual with almost no practical experience to office whether they're a black man, a white woman, or a purple people eater.  It's just stupid.  If he wins, I'm hoping that the more radical of his ideas -- remember, he has the most liberal voting record in his short senate tenure than anyone else -- are curbed by people in Congress who hope to be re-elected themselves one day.  I hope people realize that it's not worth selling out basic personal freedoms to avoid a little struggle.

But then I watch people like Peggy Joseph, gushing about how Obama is going to pay her way, and I think that maybe, for a lot of Americans, it's too late.  They've already sold out. 

I just read the dumbest article -- "How to Say No Without Saying No".  It was in Redbook online.

 

First, I don't often read Redbook. It's a little too female for me.  While I didn't read the entire article, it was basically saying no to your kids without them realizing that they're getting a no answer.  It involved explaining and backtracking and compromising.

 

So what's wrong with saying No?

 

Half the problem with kids nowadays is that they can't handle "no".  The world doesn't owe them an explanation, nor will they get one most of the time, when they hear no from outside their families.  So isn't it doing an injustice to kids to always be explaining yourself away?  Perhaps the little darlings just need to respect the fact that mom or dad have said no, & that's the end of it. 

Haven't been around much; haven't had much to blog about.

 

I've been busy with the normal stuff -- cardio kickboxing, carting the kids around, trying to keep up with the house (at which I've actually been a bit successful recently).  I've also acquired an addiction to Guitar Hero for the Wii, and in less than a month's time I've beaten GHIII on Easy & Medium, and GH Aerosmith edition on Medium (didn't bother with that one on easy).

 

It all seems to be a way to pass time to keep from dwelling on junk. I've been having the "What am I going to do with my life" thoughts again -- I feel like I should be doing more than I am, but I don't know what it is that I should be doing.  I'm approaching it very selfishly - I love kickboxing, and I want to be home for my kids and at night with the whole family, but I feel like I should be working, too - at least part time. 

 

I'm also bothered by the fact that I don't feel like I have an ounce of creativity left in me.  I used to feel like a creative person, and regularly took the time out to do something along those lines, even it was just doodling or doing a little calligraphy.  Now when I get an odd hour that I don't have to be doing something else, I'm almost afraid to take out the paints or watercolors because I'm not sure I'll be able to doodle anything worth looking at.  Silly, I know, but I used to really enjoy these things, and now I don't feel quite capable of doing them anymore.  Or I feel like I shouldn't be doing them, like I should be doing something worthwhile ... which goes back to ... I don't know what that is.

 

I don't want to be in school again.  I don't want to work at a grocery store or have a daycare or be a receptionist.  I want to feel like, while the kids are in school & Nick is at work solving scads of problems and being productive, that I'm productive, that I'm doing something worthwhile in the time I have to myself.  I just need to figure out what that might be.

Corolla, North Carolina.  Specifically, the BEACH at Corolla, NC.  Preferably with a Corona in my hand.

 

A Corona in Corolla.  Sounds like a country-western song.

 

 

 

 

 

Today would have been Pop's 71st birthday.

 

I always had trouble keeping track of how old Mom & Pop are.  I knew they were a year apart in age, but I could never remember, for some reason, if Pop was born in '38 and Mom in '39, or Pop in '37 and Mom in '38.  Unfortunately I have the benchmark set, now - I just remember that Pop was 66 when he died in 2003, and whatever year anniversary of his death we're in (this year will be 5 years) I add that 66 to get his age.  With Mom, I add then subtract 1.  So, Mom will be 70 this year in December.

 

I hate the fact that this is how I remember how old my parents are, or would be.

 

I haven't had a Pop moment yet today.  Usually I do on his birthday and special occasions -- some little thing that's probably ridiculous, but kind of says to me that he's still around.  If the icemaker spit an ice cube at me instead of into my glass, that would be a Pop moment.  Silly stuff.  But as Pop got older (and after he got sick) he got a lot more relaxed and attained more of a sense of humor.  At least I know where I got my oddball side from.

 

So, Happy Birthday, Pop.  Rita's doesn't sell lime waterice anymore, otherwise I'd have one in your honor. Guess it'll just have to be a beer instead!