I need some, and I don't mean the kind you get from sitting in a therapists office, but I need some help from my friends. I need your inspiration. I need your trust. I need your faith. I need your hearts, and above all I need you to be accepting of me and listen to me. I don't mean that surface listening that so many of us do to each other, but really listen to the words coming out of my mouth.
I am getting ready to embark into a world that I am not sure of. I have been asked to help and offered to assist a wonderful woman with a project. Her name is Susan and she started Operation Give a Hug (http://ogah.org/). Susan, not this Susan, saw a need to help military families connect with their loved ones that are in deployed locations with these dolls that hold a picture of their mom or dad that gone. Some of the dolls can record the parent’s voice too. The Army a few years ago started helping Susan and her friends with these dolls, and so far, the Army is the only branch to really utilize this amazing resource.
Well, here’s where things get interesting: I live by one of the largest Army posts, my Army wife network of awesomeness told me about this resource, and the Air Force has asked for a few dolls here and there, but nothing serious. Last night Susan asked me to help her “cross into the blue” so to speak. She wanted to know if I could get the AF to help sponsor some of these dolls for their families. I felt as if the entire AF world was on my shoulders, and I said yes. Honestly, I can’t see why the AF would say no. So, I have emailed the Airman & Family Readiness Center (AFRC) to let them know what is going on. I want to get in touch with the Air Force Aid Society too. But now I’m wondering if I should go to someone else in the AF, another office. Send me your ideas, suggestions, thoughts, whatever. This is something that I have to do. Children don’t understand deployments and if there is something that exists that can help them get through it a little easier, then I say let’s make it happen!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
You Are Not Alone
I would like to dedicate this to some friends that are going through some tough times right now. Remember these words and read them again and again if you need to. Know that you have people that would do anything for you. I’m one of your people that would do anything for you.
Faith: firm belief in something for which there is no proof, complete trust. Do you have faith? In yourself, in others? Do you believe in something, whatever that something is with absolution? I do. I believe in me. I believe in people, I believe in my husband, but above all I believe in our marriage.
Hope: desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment. I have hope as well. Do you? I have hope that one day my family will be together. I have hope in people and believe that they have hope as well. Hope is always ignited and burns in a person's soul.
Kindness: tender and benevolent affection. Share this, and share it often. Kindness is not something that should be bottled up and kept away. It is something that you openly give to others and to yourself. Be kind to one another. Be kind to all. Have kindness, but know that like a bird it must fly to be truly happy. A person cannot cage kindness.
Love: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. The Beatles said that love is all you need. It really does seem to make the world go ‘round. Love, it drives people into madness, or can comfort them on long, cold, dark nights. Love is what I see when I look into my child’s face, and love is what I receive when my husband holds me close.
These are my four pillars. My “things” that make me who I am and make me get up and face each day. My Jeremy will be leaving again for places that are far away. I have friends that will be sending their husbands away too. When I got that call today from my friend who was crying; I wanted to cry with her. I’m so sorry that your husband has to deploy sooner than anticipated. I know that this is the life that we chose and you will be strong and make it through this deployment, but remember this dear friend: you are not alone. Stand up and say it out loud! “I am not alone!!!” Pre-deployment trips will be canceled and family time will seem forced and strained, but you will not be alone. You will hug him so close and pray more than ever for your husband’s safe return, but you will never be alone. When someone stops you and thanks you for his service and your sacrifice, you will smile and be polite, and in your heart you will know that you are not alone.
Hold onto these attributes, dear friend, hold onto them until you feel like they could break. Know that faith, hope, kindness, and love will never break; they will bend to your will and always be what you will need. Keep faith, hope, kindness, and love with you, and you will be fine. Remember these four words, You Are Not Alone. None of us are.
Faith: firm belief in something for which there is no proof, complete trust. Do you have faith? In yourself, in others? Do you believe in something, whatever that something is with absolution? I do. I believe in me. I believe in people, I believe in my husband, but above all I believe in our marriage.
Hope: desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment. I have hope as well. Do you? I have hope that one day my family will be together. I have hope in people and believe that they have hope as well. Hope is always ignited and burns in a person's soul.
Kindness: tender and benevolent affection. Share this, and share it often. Kindness is not something that should be bottled up and kept away. It is something that you openly give to others and to yourself. Be kind to one another. Be kind to all. Have kindness, but know that like a bird it must fly to be truly happy. A person cannot cage kindness.
Love: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. The Beatles said that love is all you need. It really does seem to make the world go ‘round. Love, it drives people into madness, or can comfort them on long, cold, dark nights. Love is what I see when I look into my child’s face, and love is what I receive when my husband holds me close.
These are my four pillars. My “things” that make me who I am and make me get up and face each day. My Jeremy will be leaving again for places that are far away. I have friends that will be sending their husbands away too. When I got that call today from my friend who was crying; I wanted to cry with her. I’m so sorry that your husband has to deploy sooner than anticipated. I know that this is the life that we chose and you will be strong and make it through this deployment, but remember this dear friend: you are not alone. Stand up and say it out loud! “I am not alone!!!” Pre-deployment trips will be canceled and family time will seem forced and strained, but you will not be alone. You will hug him so close and pray more than ever for your husband’s safe return, but you will never be alone. When someone stops you and thanks you for his service and your sacrifice, you will smile and be polite, and in your heart you will know that you are not alone.
Hold onto these attributes, dear friend, hold onto them until you feel like they could break. Know that faith, hope, kindness, and love will never break; they will bend to your will and always be what you will need. Keep faith, hope, kindness, and love with you, and you will be fine. Remember these four words, You Are Not Alone. None of us are.
A Little Inspiration and A Little Fire
I love it when I wake up and want to know the answers to the big questions in life. It feels good...gets the blood pumping! I'm so excited that I have to dive right in.
1. How many of you have actually read the Constitution? Where in the Constitution is the claim that the only people that protect my freedoms are the US military? Last I checked, they to help protect and defend it, but they aren't the only ones. Why can't we? I'm a citizen and I have read this document and know that the military can't do anything without legislative or executive branch approving their actions.
2. Why do people get caught up in the petty crap at church? The whole reason I don't go to church is because I don't like most people that go. They get upset about the lamest crap. To me, it's a distraction from the real message and that is love and tolerance. Aren't those the things that Jesus preached??? Last time I read the Bible, that's what he was talking about. Also, why is it that Christians pick and choose the parts of the Bible they want to follow? Let's hate homosexuals, let's try to convert people to "our" way of thinking, and let's judge everyone that doesn't follow what we want. I don't remember reading, that Jesus would damn people to hell if they didn't follow "his" way.
3. Because I'm a liberal, I viewed as some Communist freak that must want a super large gov't that will strip away our rights. Last I checked, we get our rights from the gov't. How is it that people don't know this stuff? Not because the gov't "allows" us to, but because we are all an instrument of this country and we should be proud of our differences and tolerant of each other.
It's hard to turn the other cheek and rise above. It's really hard when people won't even listen. Since some of you here are a little more on the conservative leaning side, did you know that it took GW Bush 5 years to go and see the troops he sent to Afghanistan? He didn't go and see them until 2006. Get your facts right, do some research; come at me with something good and worth my time.
Oh, and one last thing that has been burning my ass lately...how is it that people join the military, no matter the branch, they can't believe they're deploying when we've been at war for almost 10 years!!! I have two good friends that I've met here and all of us have husbands that are deploying, we all have new babies and are first time parents. By no means do I want to see Jeremy go, or my see my friends pack up their husbands and send them off. It's not a good time, I think a root canal is more fun, but it's their job. It’s what we do.
I am working on getting myself a job, a master's degree; I'm raising a child, and keeping a pretty clean house. These are the things that Jeremy and I talk about. I wake up thinking about them, I research them, I try to figure it out. All I know is this: I'm going to do right by my family, smile, and have fun.
1. How many of you have actually read the Constitution? Where in the Constitution is the claim that the only people that protect my freedoms are the US military? Last I checked, they to help protect and defend it, but they aren't the only ones. Why can't we? I'm a citizen and I have read this document and know that the military can't do anything without legislative or executive branch approving their actions.
2. Why do people get caught up in the petty crap at church? The whole reason I don't go to church is because I don't like most people that go. They get upset about the lamest crap. To me, it's a distraction from the real message and that is love and tolerance. Aren't those the things that Jesus preached??? Last time I read the Bible, that's what he was talking about. Also, why is it that Christians pick and choose the parts of the Bible they want to follow? Let's hate homosexuals, let's try to convert people to "our" way of thinking, and let's judge everyone that doesn't follow what we want. I don't remember reading, that Jesus would damn people to hell if they didn't follow "his" way.
3. Because I'm a liberal, I viewed as some Communist freak that must want a super large gov't that will strip away our rights. Last I checked, we get our rights from the gov't. How is it that people don't know this stuff? Not because the gov't "allows" us to, but because we are all an instrument of this country and we should be proud of our differences and tolerant of each other.
It's hard to turn the other cheek and rise above. It's really hard when people won't even listen. Since some of you here are a little more on the conservative leaning side, did you know that it took GW Bush 5 years to go and see the troops he sent to Afghanistan? He didn't go and see them until 2006. Get your facts right, do some research; come at me with something good and worth my time.
Oh, and one last thing that has been burning my ass lately...how is it that people join the military, no matter the branch, they can't believe they're deploying when we've been at war for almost 10 years!!! I have two good friends that I've met here and all of us have husbands that are deploying, we all have new babies and are first time parents. By no means do I want to see Jeremy go, or my see my friends pack up their husbands and send them off. It's not a good time, I think a root canal is more fun, but it's their job. It’s what we do.
I am working on getting myself a job, a master's degree; I'm raising a child, and keeping a pretty clean house. These are the things that Jeremy and I talk about. I wake up thinking about them, I research them, I try to figure it out. All I know is this: I'm going to do right by my family, smile, and have fun.
Monday, January 31, 2011
We Are Not The Same
My family isn't the same when Jeremy is gone. I try to stay chipper and upbeat, but inside I am lonely and sad. I laugh, I cry, I smile, and I'm polite. I stay active and even have good times when he's gone. Just deep inside my heart, I am truly sad and lonely for my best friend, my husband. Thirty days is nothing compared to what we have already been through. We will go through another deployment because we are, after all, stationed at Ft. Bragg.
I don't know if families are meant to be separated for long periods of time now. We aren't living in a world where our men and women go to war for years, win, come home, and then the stay put. We are living in a global economy, the internet has brought us close to people all over the world, and maintaining friendships is so easy now. We can Skype with our loved ones in war zones now. But I will go back to the beginning of this. Families just shouldn't be separated for so long. Multiple deployments are hard on everyone, and this is a rant about how bad the wars are and how we need to leave. This is me opening my heart to anyone that will read, and letting you know that I am sad, lonely, and miss my husband. I just think that now, in today's world that we need all the help we can get in raising our children, keeping our families close, and making sure our marriages are strong. We need to have each other around...it's just that simple.
When you are a military spouse you don't have the luxury to fall apart. You have a job, school, and kids; something that makes you need to go on. You have to get up every day, and move forward. You eat breakfast, workout, shower, get dressed, go to where ever you need to be that day. You laugh and smile, but mostly you have to keep a light on in your heart. Because it is that light that will guide our loved ones home to us. We are their lighthouse on a rocky shore in a distant land. We keep our loved ones safe; always and every day. The strength that the military spouse possesses is none like anyone has ever seen. We are hope, faith, kindness, understanding, but above all, we are love wrapped into one person.
No, thirty days is nothing compared to what we will go through later. I know that, but it's what these thirty days represents. They are part of a bigger picture. They are part of a bigger plan. I will keep myself busy and I will stay strong. I will remind myself that this is what we signed up for, and I will grin slyly with that reminder. I will remember that we are not alone. I will beam with happiness when I think about how much I love my airman. I will gather my strength from sources all over the world and I will keep that light on in my heart. It will burn strong for Jeremy until he comes home. We are not the same without my sweet husband and we love you and are proud of you.
I don't know if families are meant to be separated for long periods of time now. We aren't living in a world where our men and women go to war for years, win, come home, and then the stay put. We are living in a global economy, the internet has brought us close to people all over the world, and maintaining friendships is so easy now. We can Skype with our loved ones in war zones now. But I will go back to the beginning of this. Families just shouldn't be separated for so long. Multiple deployments are hard on everyone, and this is a rant about how bad the wars are and how we need to leave. This is me opening my heart to anyone that will read, and letting you know that I am sad, lonely, and miss my husband. I just think that now, in today's world that we need all the help we can get in raising our children, keeping our families close, and making sure our marriages are strong. We need to have each other around...it's just that simple.
When you are a military spouse you don't have the luxury to fall apart. You have a job, school, and kids; something that makes you need to go on. You have to get up every day, and move forward. You eat breakfast, workout, shower, get dressed, go to where ever you need to be that day. You laugh and smile, but mostly you have to keep a light on in your heart. Because it is that light that will guide our loved ones home to us. We are their lighthouse on a rocky shore in a distant land. We keep our loved ones safe; always and every day. The strength that the military spouse possesses is none like anyone has ever seen. We are hope, faith, kindness, understanding, but above all, we are love wrapped into one person.
No, thirty days is nothing compared to what we will go through later. I know that, but it's what these thirty days represents. They are part of a bigger picture. They are part of a bigger plan. I will keep myself busy and I will stay strong. I will remind myself that this is what we signed up for, and I will grin slyly with that reminder. I will remember that we are not alone. I will beam with happiness when I think about how much I love my airman. I will gather my strength from sources all over the world and I will keep that light on in my heart. It will burn strong for Jeremy until he comes home. We are not the same without my sweet husband and we love you and are proud of you.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Those First Few Weeks
They are hard aren't they? You know, the first few weeks when you bring your baby home. I woke up today and as I was taking my shower and having my morning conversations with myself...you know...the one you have that releases pent up feelings and then give yourself the daily pep talk. You say everything you've ever wanted to say to a person if they were standing there. You know you can't say any of the horrid words coming out of your mouth because, you would never speak to that person again. That person changes daily, sometimes it's a parent, or your spouse, or your friends, or a co-worker. Well you get the point. I have a conversation everyday where I release the pent up frustration and then let it go. Today was different. Today I had to write it down.
My son Ian was born in August. He came three weeks early. I was terrified, but kept up a strong front. My son and husband needed me. My blood pressure shot up overnight and I was pre-eclamptic out of nowhere. It wasn't suprising since I was retaining 45 pounds of fluids. I guess I was hoping it wouldn't happen. After laboring for a day and not dialating past one centimeter, I decided to explore additional birthing options. I wanted a c-section. I didn't really, but my blood pressure and body couldn't take much more. The medicine they had me on to keep my BP down was making me feel worse than contractions. I was a wreck with worry for my baby and my husband was a wreck with worry for me.
At first I thought that I was less of a woman for not sticking it out, but I got over that. I was able to get some sleep, my blood pressure came down a little, and then I was taken away to an OR so I could have my baby. I was delerious with excitement. I would finally meet my little Ian. He wasn't ready to be out, but my body had other ideas. I cracked jokes during the surgery and cried when I heard him, I hugged my doctor and told him to move with us to NC because I know ladies and I would hook him up with them. I compared my son to MacDuff from Shakespeare's MacBeth. MacDuff was the only person that could kill MacBeth because he was born by a cesaerean. It's what the witches said and what Shakespeare wrote. I was on a lot of drugs at that moment. After he was cleaned up and warm, our Ian stopped crying and fell asleep. My life and Jeremy's would never be the same.
I wanted to see him so badly, but not yet. Ian was cold because he was so tiny. Coming in at only five pounds and ten ounces will do that.
The incision hurt, I was so gassy for some reason, and my blood pressure was not getting better. I was sent home with the baby and bag full of medicine. The BP meds made me so exhausted that I slept through Ian's crying. I had to be forced awake so I could feed him or pump. I was starting to expel the fluids so rapidly and my body was changing on me again that I could hardly keep up. All I know is that I wanted to hold my child at every moment of the day. I still do, but I have finally learned that it's okay to put him down...he'll be fine.
My mom and step-dad were visiting too. I guess we needed the help with the new baby. It's as this point when the fun begins. And I mean fun in the most sarcastic of tones. I honestly felt that if we didn't do things my mom's way, then Jeremy and I were bad parents and harming our baby. I felt that there had to be a schedule and control over a situation that to me was uncontrollable and a schedule didn't apply. Ian ate, slept, went to the bathroom, and needed to be held. Not much else you can do. Her "suggestions" were fine, but not what we wanted to do. If either one of us tried to say something, then we were ungratful and didn't want her help. Well that's how I perceived the situation. It was miserable and I was miserable, well let's be honest, we were all miserable. I felt so bad for my child too. He was living in a world of stress and bickering and I know he could feel my tension. I knew I was letting him down and I had to do something, but I was too tired to fight back and I just couldn't let it get any worse. Until one night...I finally lost it. I was so mad that I was barely able to contain my rage at her. When my mom left a few days later, I went to see my counselor. I knew I was suffering from Post-Partum Depression and was resentful. I wasn't just resentful at her, but at the entire situation. Her behavior was self-centered and childish. I know mine wasn't better, but it was my time in my opinion. It was time for me to get to know my son. And I was getting ready to give up something so I could feel better.
The point of all of this goes back to the beginning. I was in the shower today having my morning venting conversation, then my pep talk and I realized that I'm still mad at her. It was awful at home. I became so depressed. The stress made me sick and my blood pressure was high again and it was at that moment that I realized I had to go on medicine that worked. I had to give up breast feeding. It was in that moment a loss in my life, and it took me months to recover from it. There are still days where it gets to me that I had to give up breast feeding. Why did it bother me so much? I guess it's because part of the reason I had to get back on blood pressure medication was becasue of the tension in my home. But there was the logical part of me that knew I had to do right by my child. If wasn't healthy, then I wouldn't be able to care for him properly. That's how I convinced myself at first. A couple of months later, I finally realized that I need to be healthy to care for him...no matter what.
For two months I was in therapy to get the help that I needed and to make sure that I would survive the move. Oh yeah, we moved halfway across country as well. We were going to stay with my mom for a few weeks and I knew it would be difficult again. I was still angry and resentful and couldn't say anything without blowing up. We hit a few speedbumps and it helped having Jeremy with me, and it helped getting the therapy that I needed. I still had days where Ian would be beyond fussy and I knew it was tension. As soon as we moved into our home, Ian was back to himself again. Even now, I am still surprised at things that my mom does. However, I realized something on this journey and it's this: I must be the one to change my behavior. Don't overreact when she says things that get to me and just say thank you for the suggestions and know that I'm going to do what I want.
I am a grown woman that is raising my child my way and my husband's way. We are loving every moment of our time with Ian.
My son Ian was born in August. He came three weeks early. I was terrified, but kept up a strong front. My son and husband needed me. My blood pressure shot up overnight and I was pre-eclamptic out of nowhere. It wasn't suprising since I was retaining 45 pounds of fluids. I guess I was hoping it wouldn't happen. After laboring for a day and not dialating past one centimeter, I decided to explore additional birthing options. I wanted a c-section. I didn't really, but my blood pressure and body couldn't take much more. The medicine they had me on to keep my BP down was making me feel worse than contractions. I was a wreck with worry for my baby and my husband was a wreck with worry for me.
At first I thought that I was less of a woman for not sticking it out, but I got over that. I was able to get some sleep, my blood pressure came down a little, and then I was taken away to an OR so I could have my baby. I was delerious with excitement. I would finally meet my little Ian. He wasn't ready to be out, but my body had other ideas. I cracked jokes during the surgery and cried when I heard him, I hugged my doctor and told him to move with us to NC because I know ladies and I would hook him up with them. I compared my son to MacDuff from Shakespeare's MacBeth. MacDuff was the only person that could kill MacBeth because he was born by a cesaerean. It's what the witches said and what Shakespeare wrote. I was on a lot of drugs at that moment. After he was cleaned up and warm, our Ian stopped crying and fell asleep. My life and Jeremy's would never be the same.
I wanted to see him so badly, but not yet. Ian was cold because he was so tiny. Coming in at only five pounds and ten ounces will do that.
When I finally got to hold him I couldn't stop crying. Even now as I type this out, I'm crying thinking about that moment when I first held my first child. It was without any hesitation the most powerful moment of my life. I can barely describe that emotions that crashed over me like tidal waves. Wave after wave kept crashing down upon me, and tears kept flowing from my eyes. He was so small and precious at that moment. I was forever changed and was ready for that change. I don't know what people mean when they say that no one is ready for parenthood. I was and still am. The incision hurt, I was so gassy for some reason, and my blood pressure was not getting better. I was sent home with the baby and bag full of medicine. The BP meds made me so exhausted that I slept through Ian's crying. I had to be forced awake so I could feed him or pump. I was starting to expel the fluids so rapidly and my body was changing on me again that I could hardly keep up. All I know is that I wanted to hold my child at every moment of the day. I still do, but I have finally learned that it's okay to put him down...he'll be fine.
My mom and step-dad were visiting too. I guess we needed the help with the new baby. It's as this point when the fun begins. And I mean fun in the most sarcastic of tones. I honestly felt that if we didn't do things my mom's way, then Jeremy and I were bad parents and harming our baby. I felt that there had to be a schedule and control over a situation that to me was uncontrollable and a schedule didn't apply. Ian ate, slept, went to the bathroom, and needed to be held. Not much else you can do. Her "suggestions" were fine, but not what we wanted to do. If either one of us tried to say something, then we were ungratful and didn't want her help. Well that's how I perceived the situation. It was miserable and I was miserable, well let's be honest, we were all miserable. I felt so bad for my child too. He was living in a world of stress and bickering and I know he could feel my tension. I knew I was letting him down and I had to do something, but I was too tired to fight back and I just couldn't let it get any worse. Until one night...I finally lost it. I was so mad that I was barely able to contain my rage at her. When my mom left a few days later, I went to see my counselor. I knew I was suffering from Post-Partum Depression and was resentful. I wasn't just resentful at her, but at the entire situation. Her behavior was self-centered and childish. I know mine wasn't better, but it was my time in my opinion. It was time for me to get to know my son. And I was getting ready to give up something so I could feel better.
The point of all of this goes back to the beginning. I was in the shower today having my morning venting conversation, then my pep talk and I realized that I'm still mad at her. It was awful at home. I became so depressed. The stress made me sick and my blood pressure was high again and it was at that moment that I realized I had to go on medicine that worked. I had to give up breast feeding. It was in that moment a loss in my life, and it took me months to recover from it. There are still days where it gets to me that I had to give up breast feeding. Why did it bother me so much? I guess it's because part of the reason I had to get back on blood pressure medication was becasue of the tension in my home. But there was the logical part of me that knew I had to do right by my child. If wasn't healthy, then I wouldn't be able to care for him properly. That's how I convinced myself at first. A couple of months later, I finally realized that I need to be healthy to care for him...no matter what.
For two months I was in therapy to get the help that I needed and to make sure that I would survive the move. Oh yeah, we moved halfway across country as well. We were going to stay with my mom for a few weeks and I knew it would be difficult again. I was still angry and resentful and couldn't say anything without blowing up. We hit a few speedbumps and it helped having Jeremy with me, and it helped getting the therapy that I needed. I still had days where Ian would be beyond fussy and I knew it was tension. As soon as we moved into our home, Ian was back to himself again. Even now, I am still surprised at things that my mom does. However, I realized something on this journey and it's this: I must be the one to change my behavior. Don't overreact when she says things that get to me and just say thank you for the suggestions and know that I'm going to do what I want.
I am a grown woman that is raising my child my way and my husband's way. We are loving every moment of our time with Ian.
My Ian, My Heart
Friday, January 14, 2011
You Sure Are Tough...
Behind that desk, sitting on your bed, drinking coffee in your coffee shop, and typing away on your computer. You sure are tough, spewing forth your hate speech, and slamming our president, and calling his wife a fat ass. You sure are tough, doing nothing but making the hate worse and still typing away. You sure are tough...and I'm no better sitting here, drinking my coffee, and typing away.
All I do know is that I'm angry. I'm an angry mom, that's disappointed in my country, and not due to it's leadership. I'm disappointed in its citizens. We are so full of hate, and we listen to people that don't understand us, we blame everyone but ourselves, and we take no responsibility. To add insult to injury; the thing that bothers me the most is how ignorant we are. Americans seem to be missing the big point of the conversation. They hear only how things affect them, and think of nothing but themselves. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not out there, in people's faces, and letting them know how angry I am. I don't know if I would make it through a day without punching people.
Examples of the ignorance, stupidity, and hatred: "He always good at speeches and reading from a teleprompter.. But his words are hollow and hypocritical, he is just campaigning for re-election.. if he means these hollow words his action of last 2 years of listening don’t show it..he has ignore the public and has said lots of redrick himself. Like when referred to the republicans and the enemy and terrorist and more gaffs".
This is a quote from a friend's FB link that she posted about the president's speech in AZ the other day. First, I believe he misspelled rhetoric. I don't know what redrick is. I will have to look that up...give me a few mins. Yup, not what he was meaning. Apparently this guys hosts a blog radio show in Omaha. Not good. But it's what he wrote that just pisses me off even more. The telepromoter...seriously...like every president should remember and memorize every single speech they've ever read or will recite. Shut up you ignorant, hate spewing, misspelling and misusing words, ugly American. I had to endure eight years of GW Bush, or Bush 43 as I call him. Never did I say such horrid things about him because he was our president. And that is a position you respect. He was voted to be there by the public. My side lost and that's called reality and that's what happens in life. We have winners and we have losers. I surprised myself by not saying anything. I mean, I just wanted to go off on this guy. What's the point? I won't change his mind, and he will always not know how to use the English language, and be full of hate. Me, I'm funny and recognize that I'm calling him out on his lack good grammar. Seriously, when you get ready to argue in the written language, get it right...or do I mean write. LOL!!!
Here's another quote from a friend of a friend of mine on FB. She asked the question if Bush or Obama showed up at your house on a cold, blustery day would you let them in? Why or why not? Everyone said they have manners and were raised better so they would let them both in. Some even said, I would give Obama a piece of my mind (no you wouldn't)...blah...blah. But this guy took the cake: " Bush...not a fan, but he is at least likeable and he was always visiting the soldiers! The obamination.....what do you think? I think I would charge him. Since he has taken so many of our dollars for all the follies, like his constant campaigning across the country, numerous luxury vacations and high-dollar dates, he can pay me to get warm in my home. I think the rate was $4,000.00 a night in Hawaii? California is close enough and therefore he can pay the same rate".
Well, here's the answers about the Bush visits:
Bush Jr.'s first trip to Afghanistan was 3/01/06 the first president to visit there since Dwight Eisenhower in 1959. His second trip to Afghanistan was 8/05/07 according to the Washington Post. Mrs. Laura Bush visited there 6/8/08. Bush has made three trips to Iraq since 2003. We've been at war in Afghanistan since 2001. Now, I researched visits to military bases during his terms in office and all the headlines were about the Ft. Hood shootings, when he was no longer president. I had to do more research...he did visit military bases in 2007, 2006, and so on. It appears to me that once a year, maybe less, he would visit his troops. Now remember, Bush 43 was president for two terms and that's all he did. Please, do a little research...that's all we ask. President Obama has had almost as many visits and he's only been in office for a little over two years.
Here's my other favorite quote from the same guy: "How about Lady Obamination in a tutu with that big fat ass of hers....and she tries to tell US how to feed our kids! (Did you see her in the "moment of silence"? Her coat was straining at the buttons and when she turned around to go back inside it was pulling across her huge butt."
Nice...now, that's really classy. You claim to have been raised with manners. I'm sure you were, but you don't appear to be exercising those manners. That's pretty freaking sad. Do you know that our First Lady has done more for military spouses in two years than Laura Bush ever did. She's been to Ft. Bragg numerous times, gone to Ramstein AFB to serve Thanksgiving dinner, and her support of military spouses has been unwavering.
Where am I going with this? My point is this...we sure are tough online, on Facebook, and in our blogs, and writing comments on news articles. I would venture a guess and say that 99% of Americans would never say this stuff to anyones face. So, stop putting the hate speech out there. I almost think that writing it is worse. And if either Bush 43 or President Obama showed up at your house, you wouldn't go off on either of them. You would wonder why they were out in the cold, why they are at your house, and do you need to feed him and his secret service? Maybe later, once you've gotten over the shock of a president sitting in your living room sipping coffee you could muster up the nerve to have a "big" talk. Something tells me you won't. We all would be pleasant, and ask questions in a tactful manner. Why? Because it's the president.
I think that the online forum is wonderful and it's great how we all talk so big here, but that's all we're doing. No one would say half this crap in person and those that do, we know who they are, are now getting heat for inciting hate speech. That's happening on both sides too.
We, as Americans are tough. We are a tough nation that will not go down without a fight. Too bad we're fighting so much with ourselves that we have become our own worst enemies. I am an Air Force wife that's trying to get by and I promise now, that I won't write it if I won't say it. If this is the place where I pour my heart out, then let my heart be open to the world. A friend of a friend last night showed me that we have hope for a rational discussion about guns, hate speech, and everything else that's going on. Thank you Justin Curley for showing me that sense exists again!
"And I don't see any reason why rational change would have to change the traditions I grew up in. It doesn't have to. It is possible. People need to stop reacting viscerally to change. It is past due time". Justin Curley.
All I do know is that I'm angry. I'm an angry mom, that's disappointed in my country, and not due to it's leadership. I'm disappointed in its citizens. We are so full of hate, and we listen to people that don't understand us, we blame everyone but ourselves, and we take no responsibility. To add insult to injury; the thing that bothers me the most is how ignorant we are. Americans seem to be missing the big point of the conversation. They hear only how things affect them, and think of nothing but themselves. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not out there, in people's faces, and letting them know how angry I am. I don't know if I would make it through a day without punching people.
Examples of the ignorance, stupidity, and hatred: "He always good at speeches and reading from a teleprompter.. But his words are hollow and hypocritical, he is just campaigning for re-election.. if he means these hollow words his action of last 2 years of listening don’t show it..he has ignore the public and has said lots of redrick himself. Like when referred to the republicans and the enemy and terrorist and more gaffs".
This is a quote from a friend's FB link that she posted about the president's speech in AZ the other day. First, I believe he misspelled rhetoric. I don't know what redrick is. I will have to look that up...give me a few mins. Yup, not what he was meaning. Apparently this guys hosts a blog radio show in Omaha. Not good. But it's what he wrote that just pisses me off even more. The telepromoter...seriously...like every president should remember and memorize every single speech they've ever read or will recite. Shut up you ignorant, hate spewing, misspelling and misusing words, ugly American. I had to endure eight years of GW Bush, or Bush 43 as I call him. Never did I say such horrid things about him because he was our president. And that is a position you respect. He was voted to be there by the public. My side lost and that's called reality and that's what happens in life. We have winners and we have losers. I surprised myself by not saying anything. I mean, I just wanted to go off on this guy. What's the point? I won't change his mind, and he will always not know how to use the English language, and be full of hate. Me, I'm funny and recognize that I'm calling him out on his lack good grammar. Seriously, when you get ready to argue in the written language, get it right...or do I mean write. LOL!!!
Here's another quote from a friend of a friend of mine on FB. She asked the question if Bush or Obama showed up at your house on a cold, blustery day would you let them in? Why or why not? Everyone said they have manners and were raised better so they would let them both in. Some even said, I would give Obama a piece of my mind (no you wouldn't)...blah...blah. But this guy took the cake: " Bush...not a fan, but he is at least likeable and he was always visiting the soldiers! The obamination.....what do you think? I think I would charge him. Since he has taken so many of our dollars for all the follies, like his constant campaigning across the country, numerous luxury vacations and high-dollar dates, he can pay me to get warm in my home. I think the rate was $4,000.00 a night in Hawaii? California is close enough and therefore he can pay the same rate".
Well, here's the answers about the Bush visits:
Bush Jr.'s first trip to Afghanistan was 3/01/06 the first president to visit there since Dwight Eisenhower in 1959. His second trip to Afghanistan was 8/05/07 according to the Washington Post. Mrs. Laura Bush visited there 6/8/08. Bush has made three trips to Iraq since 2003. We've been at war in Afghanistan since 2001. Now, I researched visits to military bases during his terms in office and all the headlines were about the Ft. Hood shootings, when he was no longer president. I had to do more research...he did visit military bases in 2007, 2006, and so on. It appears to me that once a year, maybe less, he would visit his troops. Now remember, Bush 43 was president for two terms and that's all he did. Please, do a little research...that's all we ask. President Obama has had almost as many visits and he's only been in office for a little over two years.
Here's my other favorite quote from the same guy: "How about Lady Obamination in a tutu with that big fat ass of hers....and she tries to tell US how to feed our kids! (Did you see her in the "moment of silence"? Her coat was straining at the buttons and when she turned around to go back inside it was pulling across her huge butt."
Nice...now, that's really classy. You claim to have been raised with manners. I'm sure you were, but you don't appear to be exercising those manners. That's pretty freaking sad. Do you know that our First Lady has done more for military spouses in two years than Laura Bush ever did. She's been to Ft. Bragg numerous times, gone to Ramstein AFB to serve Thanksgiving dinner, and her support of military spouses has been unwavering.
Where am I going with this? My point is this...we sure are tough online, on Facebook, and in our blogs, and writing comments on news articles. I would venture a guess and say that 99% of Americans would never say this stuff to anyones face. So, stop putting the hate speech out there. I almost think that writing it is worse. And if either Bush 43 or President Obama showed up at your house, you wouldn't go off on either of them. You would wonder why they were out in the cold, why they are at your house, and do you need to feed him and his secret service? Maybe later, once you've gotten over the shock of a president sitting in your living room sipping coffee you could muster up the nerve to have a "big" talk. Something tells me you won't. We all would be pleasant, and ask questions in a tactful manner. Why? Because it's the president.
I think that the online forum is wonderful and it's great how we all talk so big here, but that's all we're doing. No one would say half this crap in person and those that do, we know who they are, are now getting heat for inciting hate speech. That's happening on both sides too.
We, as Americans are tough. We are a tough nation that will not go down without a fight. Too bad we're fighting so much with ourselves that we have become our own worst enemies. I am an Air Force wife that's trying to get by and I promise now, that I won't write it if I won't say it. If this is the place where I pour my heart out, then let my heart be open to the world. A friend of a friend last night showed me that we have hope for a rational discussion about guns, hate speech, and everything else that's going on. Thank you Justin Curley for showing me that sense exists again!
"And I don't see any reason why rational change would have to change the traditions I grew up in. It doesn't have to. It is possible. People need to stop reacting viscerally to change. It is past due time". Justin Curley.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Just Without the Colostomy Bag!
So the other day I was having a conversation with my friend Julie. She's a mom of two boys. Her oldest is now 5. She's been through the newborn, new mom phase (obviously), so it's nice having someone to talk to about everything. I think what I enjoy the most about our conversations is that she doesn't judge me. It's hard to be a new parent because we judge ourselves so harshly as well as we feel as if others are doing the same thing. And maybe people are judging us...who knows. All I know is that it's nice to have a handful of people to really talk to and have it feel like you're in a safe haven and not out on the proverbial limb all alone. If I have any advice to new moms it's this: find those friends, talk to them often, don't get everything that Babies R Us and people tell you to get, and listen to your instincts. We'll discuss that advice later, I promise!
In this conversation I was telling Julie how strong I feel. I feel like nothing could stop me when it comes time to protecting my child or doing anything for him. I feel as if I could lift a 40 story building and throw it aside as if they were a feather. It's amazing how when this tiny little baby is placed in your arms, you're crying your eyes out, a strange feeling comes over you that you've never experienced before. I call it the Mommy Shield. I wanted to protect him and hold him close to me every moment of the day. He was so tiny and his life was, at that moment, so precious to me. It still is, but in 5 months, I've learned that it's okay to put him down for a little while. Everything else though...it's still the same to me. I struggled to get really connected to him again like when I was pregnant, but once we had our thing, nothing could stop my boy and me.
So, to summarize or get back to the point, I feel tough. I feel as if anything could happen to me and I would survive. I know I would jump in front of a bus, run into a burning building, take a bullet for my child. I would do this to make sure he was okay. My words to Julie were something like this, "I'm like Tupac man, just without the colostomy bag! You know he was shot a whole bunch of times and survived. Well, not those last 5 times he was shot, but the other times." She knew what I meant.
p.s. (I, of course had to listen to the song Dear Mama. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNcloTmvTeA)
In this conversation I was telling Julie how strong I feel. I feel like nothing could stop me when it comes time to protecting my child or doing anything for him. I feel as if I could lift a 40 story building and throw it aside as if they were a feather. It's amazing how when this tiny little baby is placed in your arms, you're crying your eyes out, a strange feeling comes over you that you've never experienced before. I call it the Mommy Shield. I wanted to protect him and hold him close to me every moment of the day. He was so tiny and his life was, at that moment, so precious to me. It still is, but in 5 months, I've learned that it's okay to put him down for a little while. Everything else though...it's still the same to me. I struggled to get really connected to him again like when I was pregnant, but once we had our thing, nothing could stop my boy and me.
So, to summarize or get back to the point, I feel tough. I feel as if anything could happen to me and I would survive. I know I would jump in front of a bus, run into a burning building, take a bullet for my child. I would do this to make sure he was okay. My words to Julie were something like this, "I'm like Tupac man, just without the colostomy bag! You know he was shot a whole bunch of times and survived. Well, not those last 5 times he was shot, but the other times." She knew what I meant.
p.s. (I, of course had to listen to the song Dear Mama. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNcloTmvTeA)
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