Saturday, March 27, 2010
I Met Glenn Beck!!!
Got to met and talk to Glenn Beck today at his American Revival tour. Then he gave me a big bear hug. Very cool. Will blog about the experience and the young man sitting next to my friend and I later. Let's just say...it was an amazing day.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
It's A Small World After All
Last Thur. I felt very strongly that I needed to go back to DC yet once again. My DH wasn't really on board with it. "It won't matter to them." I know, I know. But it matters to me, to our children, to our future grand-children, and to all freedom loving Americans. So Fri. I booked my ticket. I was sick, had little to no voice because of my cold, hadn't slept much for the past week because I've been so stuffy, but I dragged my sleepy butt out of bed at 4:30am to make my flight in Orlando.
On the bus from the airport the excitement was palpable. There were many of us heading to the Capitol to protest. A few rolled their eyes at us and I couldn't help but want to smack them, but I refrained. "Go ahead and give your liberties and freedoms away," I thought, "I will not do so." The bus had to stop early because of the road closures due to the event, so we headed to the Metro. On the Metro a mom about my age got on with her young son and sign in hand. She sat across from me so we started to chat.
"You were here on 9-12 with your four children, by yourself, from Florida, weren't you? You went to the Holocaust Museum after the rally?" she asked. I was floored. Out of the millions of people there that day in Sept. and the hundreds I happened to speak to, she was one of them, and she remembered me. We parted ways after the Metro, but later that day around 4:30 I ran into her again. She wanted to know if I was staying for Sun. too. "No, my SIL is visiting me from UT so I need to head back tonight." She looked at me and said, "You're LDS aren't you?" "Yes," I answered, "and you must be too or you would've asked me if I was Mormon."
Yes, she is LDS too, lived in Jacksonville until a few months ago, and now lives in TN. Her husband is and ENT. She has 5 children, the youngest a beautiful little boy they adopted from China while her husband was there performing cleft lip repairs. He was one of the young children that he did surgery on. We continued talking and imagine both of our shock when we figured out that we had both lived in Pocatello and went to the same schools. She moved away when she was 12 and is 3 years older than me, but we know many of the same people.
I can only think that God's hand was in on us meeting up again, because really, what are the chances? We have FaceBook friended each other and are excited to keep in touch.
Another woman that I met that day was also quite remarkable. As I was sitting on the steps to the Longworth Office Building I noticed her looking through a book that someone had compiled of the many Tea Party Rallies, and had it published. It was simply pictures of the many people and their signs. We started talking about it and she let me look at it. In all honesty, if I had looked at her and not taken the time to talk with her, my first impression of her would've lead me to believe she was a homeless bagwoman. She was in multiple layers of dirty clothes, her hair was matted and very oily looking, covered in a hair net. She had poor dental care and was obviously not a wealthy person in terms of monetary, but she was smart, intelligent, well spoken, and there fighting for her freedoms and liberties. She could've so easily been one of the many looking to the gov't for a hand out, but no, she works two jobs and came in from Maryland for the protest. Her sign really drew my attention too. It was a crudely hand written one that said, "Read Ayn Rand and learn," or something very similar to that. As I had finally started reading Atlas Shrugged a few weeks ago, we talked for a very long time about the book. She told me a bit about her family and we talked about high german and swiss german. It was truly and amazing experience that has further ingrained into me "Don't judge a book by it's cover."
I know this monstrosity passed and has been signed into law by a Congress and President who don't care about the Constitution of our great land. But do not give up hope. They have won one battle, the war is not yet over.
Here is a FB message I received from an old college friend today. It brought tears to my eyes and made me know that I did the right thing in being there, for the 3rd time, even if "they" didn't listen.
"Chris,
Just wanted to let you know I went to dinner last week with a buddy of mine. His girlfriend was in D.C. on vacation getting ready to take a cruise.
She called him during dinner and went on and on about how she had walked into a tea party protest and how cool it was and how much she wished she had the courage to have done that for a vacation instead of the cruise.
I told my buddy that I knew someone who was there and who attended many of the rallies. Both him and his girlfriend said to say thankyou and keep up the fight. "
And those stories are really the reason I was there. We are America. We love our freedoms and liberties no matter how different our backgrounds and experiences. As we surrounded the Capitol building and had a prayer I couldn't help but think if we could bring God back into our gov't all would be okay. "One Nation, Under God, Indivisible." So that really is the battle, for with God, all things are possible.
On the bus from the airport the excitement was palpable. There were many of us heading to the Capitol to protest. A few rolled their eyes at us and I couldn't help but want to smack them, but I refrained. "Go ahead and give your liberties and freedoms away," I thought, "I will not do so." The bus had to stop early because of the road closures due to the event, so we headed to the Metro. On the Metro a mom about my age got on with her young son and sign in hand. She sat across from me so we started to chat.
"You were here on 9-12 with your four children, by yourself, from Florida, weren't you? You went to the Holocaust Museum after the rally?" she asked. I was floored. Out of the millions of people there that day in Sept. and the hundreds I happened to speak to, she was one of them, and she remembered me. We parted ways after the Metro, but later that day around 4:30 I ran into her again. She wanted to know if I was staying for Sun. too. "No, my SIL is visiting me from UT so I need to head back tonight." She looked at me and said, "You're LDS aren't you?" "Yes," I answered, "and you must be too or you would've asked me if I was Mormon."
Yes, she is LDS too, lived in Jacksonville until a few months ago, and now lives in TN. Her husband is and ENT. She has 5 children, the youngest a beautiful little boy they adopted from China while her husband was there performing cleft lip repairs. He was one of the young children that he did surgery on. We continued talking and imagine both of our shock when we figured out that we had both lived in Pocatello and went to the same schools. She moved away when she was 12 and is 3 years older than me, but we know many of the same people.
I can only think that God's hand was in on us meeting up again, because really, what are the chances? We have FaceBook friended each other and are excited to keep in touch.
Another woman that I met that day was also quite remarkable. As I was sitting on the steps to the Longworth Office Building I noticed her looking through a book that someone had compiled of the many Tea Party Rallies, and had it published. It was simply pictures of the many people and their signs. We started talking about it and she let me look at it. In all honesty, if I had looked at her and not taken the time to talk with her, my first impression of her would've lead me to believe she was a homeless bagwoman. She was in multiple layers of dirty clothes, her hair was matted and very oily looking, covered in a hair net. She had poor dental care and was obviously not a wealthy person in terms of monetary, but she was smart, intelligent, well spoken, and there fighting for her freedoms and liberties. She could've so easily been one of the many looking to the gov't for a hand out, but no, she works two jobs and came in from Maryland for the protest. Her sign really drew my attention too. It was a crudely hand written one that said, "Read Ayn Rand and learn," or something very similar to that. As I had finally started reading Atlas Shrugged a few weeks ago, we talked for a very long time about the book. She told me a bit about her family and we talked about high german and swiss german. It was truly and amazing experience that has further ingrained into me "Don't judge a book by it's cover."
I know this monstrosity passed and has been signed into law by a Congress and President who don't care about the Constitution of our great land. But do not give up hope. They have won one battle, the war is not yet over.
Here is a FB message I received from an old college friend today. It brought tears to my eyes and made me know that I did the right thing in being there, for the 3rd time, even if "they" didn't listen.
"Chris,
Just wanted to let you know I went to dinner last week with a buddy of mine. His girlfriend was in D.C. on vacation getting ready to take a cruise.
She called him during dinner and went on and on about how she had walked into a tea party protest and how cool it was and how much she wished she had the courage to have done that for a vacation instead of the cruise.
I told my buddy that I knew someone who was there and who attended many of the rallies. Both him and his girlfriend said to say thankyou and keep up the fight. "
And those stories are really the reason I was there. We are America. We love our freedoms and liberties no matter how different our backgrounds and experiences. As we surrounded the Capitol building and had a prayer I couldn't help but think if we could bring God back into our gov't all would be okay. "One Nation, Under God, Indivisible." So that really is the battle, for with God, all things are possible.
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Power of Positive Thinking
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
My motto while running. I really hate distance running, but my training for the past two months has allowed me to run over 300 miles in that time. Now that is really the power of positive thinking. Here are some "rough" stats.
300 miles
65 hours
36000 calories burned
ONLY 5 pounds lost
How can that be? All of that effort and time, blood sweat and tears and I only lose 5 pounds. I sure hope my finisher medal is worth it!!
EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT
Whoops. I thin my math is getting a little fuzzy. I have to redo my numbers here. I've run an average of 15 miles a week for 2 months. That is only 120 miles. Dang I was getting lofty. So 120 miles give or take means 26 hours and 14,400 calories but still only 5 pounds. Whew. That much math gives me a headache worse than running 10 miles.
My motto while running. I really hate distance running, but my training for the past two months has allowed me to run over 300 miles in that time. Now that is really the power of positive thinking. Here are some "rough" stats.
300 miles
65 hours
36000 calories burned
ONLY 5 pounds lost
How can that be? All of that effort and time, blood sweat and tears and I only lose 5 pounds. I sure hope my finisher medal is worth it!!
EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT
Whoops. I thin my math is getting a little fuzzy. I have to redo my numbers here. I've run an average of 15 miles a week for 2 months. That is only 120 miles. Dang I was getting lofty. So 120 miles give or take means 26 hours and 14,400 calories but still only 5 pounds. Whew. That much math gives me a headache worse than running 10 miles.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
WHAT THE ____?????? Feel free to fill in the blank
I was looking at a story linked on Drudge Report about a fight at Chuck-E-Cheeses and saw this story HERE
Wow. I don't even know what to say except WOW. Seriously? A picnic table? Not even a blow up doll or pillow or how about apple pie...a picnic table? Dude. You. Have. Issues.
Wow. I don't even know what to say except WOW. Seriously? A picnic table? Not even a blow up doll or pillow or how about apple pie...a picnic table? Dude. You. Have. Issues.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Real Power of Nookie
The other day while listening to the radio the DJ's were talking about women and their tendancies towards men. One of the questions was "What percentage of women have used sex to get something they want?" Easy...at least 98% right? WRONG!! The answer was 9%. WTH? To the other 91% of you LIARS I say...what's up? Do you not know the real power of nookie? Or are you just lying?
My good friend calls herself the tax whore. Her husband was 3 years behind in filing their tax returns. Taking matters into her own hands she promised one night of wonderful nookie for each year of returns done and mailed. Guess what? The taxes were done in record time. Me? Let's just say I know how to work it to get what I want. That would include new furniture, new cars, or even something as simple as getting the dishes done by someone other than myself. REally, it doesn't take much. My husband knows a happy momma is a the answer to lots of nookie and sometimes it only takes cleaning the kitchen for me to be happy.
So, I say to the 91% of ladies who have never used sex to get something they want...you haven't realized the real power of nookie. You are giving it up far too frequently and/or freely without the benefit of the perks that come along. Men are push overs!!! Give them some good nookie and they will promise you the world. Seize the power of nookie and work it baby!!
My good friend calls herself the tax whore. Her husband was 3 years behind in filing their tax returns. Taking matters into her own hands she promised one night of wonderful nookie for each year of returns done and mailed. Guess what? The taxes were done in record time. Me? Let's just say I know how to work it to get what I want. That would include new furniture, new cars, or even something as simple as getting the dishes done by someone other than myself. REally, it doesn't take much. My husband knows a happy momma is a the answer to lots of nookie and sometimes it only takes cleaning the kitchen for me to be happy.
So, I say to the 91% of ladies who have never used sex to get something they want...you haven't realized the real power of nookie. You are giving it up far too frequently and/or freely without the benefit of the perks that come along. Men are push overs!!! Give them some good nookie and they will promise you the world. Seize the power of nookie and work it baby!!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
They Like Me, They Really, Really Like Me
I have been given the prestigious blog award of "Master" and have been requested to list 6 things that I am MASTER of. I have received this prestigious award from KamilliVanilli who is in her own right, the master of some pretty cool things. So, let's get down to it.
1. I am the MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE. Enough said, I should end my list right here and be done with it. If you know me, if you really, really know me, you know that I am always right, that I am smart beyond belief, and that everyone loves me. Hence, I am master of the universe, or at least master of my own little universe of make believe because none of the above are completely true. I do like being right, which I usually am, I am smart, at least a whole lot smarter than most liberals I know, and most peeps do love me some. Which leads me to #2.
2. I am the MASTER of pissing off liberals. Yes. I humbly admit that I love to tick of the liberals of the world, and we all know how easy that is to accomplish. I have found one of the quickest and easiest ways to do this is to tell them to put their money where their mouth is. For some reason they get pissy and whiny and mad as H-E-double hockey sticks when you suggest this. For example, a relative of mine has an old HS friend who grew up in the church but loves nothing more than to rip it apart every chance she has. She grew up never lacking for anything, has a husband who is an MD, and she went into social work thinking she could solve the ills of the world (as long as the government pays for all of it). The thing is, most liberals forget where the government likes to get their money (YOU AND ME!!). I suggested she put her money where her mouth is and open a free clinic with her money and her husband as the Dr. and viola. One little problem of people in her neighborhood who can't afford their medical care solved. She didn't like that. After all, why should she have to foot the bill to be charitable, compassionate, and LIBERAL when she can sit back, complain about the ills of the world and have good ole Uncle Sam fork out the dough? BTW, if you haven't picked up Glenn Beck's Arguing With Idiots you really should. It has many great examples such as the one I listed of liberals illogical thinking. The fallacy of their thought process is actually quite humorous and would make me want to laugh IF it didn't make me want to shove my foot up their back end first. Maybe I could do the kicking first and then laugh at them. Yes. That would feel GOOD!!
3. I am the MASTER of reading. I love to read. I typically read two novels a week. Sometimes that many a day. I am a true book worm. Right now I am re-reading The Count of Monte Cristo. Last week I finished The Last of the Mohicans, Pemberley Manor, and Mr. Darcy, Vampyre. The last two novels are continuations of Jane Austin's (another favorite author) Pride and Prejudice, written by others. As stupid as it may sound, I love reading books written for young adults too. I think it is because they are a quick, easy read and allow me to enter my own personal "NeverLand". I enjoyed the Twilight series, of course the Harry Potter series, The Mortal Instrument series, The Olympians series by Rick Riordan, The House of Night series, and Fallen by Lauren Kate which will have sequels. If I'm bored and have nothing new to read I will re-read many of the above, to the point that I have read each of the HP books at least 10 times. What is wrong with me? Don't answer that. I also love political thrillers, especially the books by Vince Flynn, Michael Crichton, and Brad Thor. Since my degree is in history I have also really enjoyed the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters. Now, if we are talking church books, I have a hard time reading them. I did however love the Tennis Shoes Adventure stories, Children of the Promise and Hearts of the Children series and over last summer read all of The Great and Terrible series. Well. I have listed enough books to keep most of you busy reading for several years. If you need other suggestions I have more, but for brevity and your sanity I will stop now.
4. If the above paragraph hasn't made you wonder how I ever get anything done around the house you are obviously a male. hahaha So, #4, I am the MASTER of multi-tasking. For example, I have managed to move 3 loads of laundry through while typing this. Somehow, not always sure how I accomplish it, but somehow, we always have clean clothes, I almost always have dinner cooked, and the house is usually clean (except for the kids rooms. Let's not go there as it is a sore subject for me.)
5. If you were to ask my kids and my DH they would say I am the MASTER of nit-picking. I don't know why they would accuse me of this because the only time I have ever really picked any nits off of any of them were the two unfortunate times the kids had lice. Oh, wait, and the few times in Alabama that we had fleas in the house I would pick the fleas off of them. Other then that I am not a nit picker. Now, do I complain to them about being slobs? Heck yes and rightfully so. You should see my car. It would be more appropriate to call it a trash can on wheels at this point, and yet maybe only 2 items in there belong to me. I guess this is to be expected when one lives in their vehicle from 2:30 until 8:00 at night. (I'm also a great taxi cab service I guess, but that's not a fun one to list).
6. Hmmmm. I'm really going to have to think hard to find something else I am the master of. Let's see. A-Ha. I have it. I am the MASTER of "I HATE DISTANCE RUNNING". I got it into my head that I would like to run a 1/2 marathon before I hit 40, so I signed up for Disney World's Princess 1/2 Marathon. My SIL, who is quite a few years younger than me, is going to fly out to run with me. Well, probably run ahead of me as I'm sure to be slower than her. Physically, I can run and run and run, at least until my knees give out. Mentally, I make it to 2 miles and do not want to go any more. It is all a mind game for me. I literally HATE distance running. In HS I was a sprinter, hurdler, and jumper. I still even hold city and school records 20+ years later. My body is made up of quick twitch fibers, not slow twitch which is what you need for distance running. But, I am doing it. I ran 8 mils on Mon., 3 1/2 yesterday, and I think I'll go for another 8 tomorrow. Somehow I've got to build up to 10 so I can make it through the 13.1 on race day within 3 hours. Wish me luck.
And with that witty list that kept you begging for more of my exciting life story...I bestow the honor of "Master" upon the following two bloggers:
Owen, Avery, and Payton's Place
and DNA. If you don't want to do it TOO FRICKIN' BAD. Just kiddin' No pressure. If you really want this award, you can secretly let me know and I'll be happy to add a few more nominations.
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