Now this one is going to be about a day in my life.
Today I woke up around 8 a.m.
I'm not sure why that early, but I was to find out later.
It was a day that put me in full swing, and in a way kind of glad it kept me busy. I just
didn't like what it all entailed. My grandson Nicolas and my sister Connie's FAVORITE sister in law.(LOL!!)
I had barely gotten my first cup of coffee drank and had just made my 2 nd cup
when the phone rang. It was Lois, my mom's best friend and only friend, she asked for me.
When i said hello, I heard such panic and frieght in her voice that it got my attention.
She asked me if I could take her daughter to the hospital because she couldn't walk.
I stood there looking at my mother as I was asked that, I said sure just give me a few minutes and I'll be there.
I hung up and told mom that I had to get Tracy to the hospital, because she couldn't walk. Now those who KNOW Tracy
knows she does A LOT of things for attention. But it was what I heard in her Mother's voice.
We know this family very well for the fact that Tracy in married to my brother Mike(VERY LONG STORY- Horror at that)
Any way, I run up to the preschool get my daughter's car and get over to Lois's.
I got out of the car and noticed a truck on the side of the road and thinking "man what idiot parked their truck like that?" Tracy's brother Brian. I ran up to the porch and right to the door, but just as I was getting to the front
door I heard this horrible howling coming from inside.
I looked in the door and seen Tracy barely holding herself up with her mother's walker, her face all drawn up in sheer pain.
Now I'm not one that scares or spooks easily, but what I seen did Scare me. Tracy forced herself to move, but her legs did not want to follow, they were noresponsive to what needed to be done. I stood there and watched Tracy struggle with getting to the door. She thrust the walker out in front of her and dragged her legs up under her howling the whole time in pain.
As I stood there feeling about helpless because of what was happening to her, I watched as the moved inch by inch, legs being dragged like dead weight, or if she forced her legs to move she'd come close to passing out.
My thought? "oh lord, please don't pass out cause you are to big for me to catch, and your brother would just stand there"
We finally got her to the van and on our way to the hospital, once there I jumped out of the van ran in and got her a wheel chair, got her inside and she got her admittance taken care of while I parked the van.
She made the nurses, EMS, and a flabotimis work to find just 1 vein. they doped her up, took x-rays found nothing due to the swelling, brought her back, we waited, doped her up again and sent us on our way, by this time it was about 2:15 or 2:20 p.m.
I called my daughter to have her called the clinic and tell them I was going to be running a little late, she flipped out on me, and I couldn't yell back at her because we were at the hospital at that time.
My grandson Nicolas had been sick with the flu over the week end, got over it on monday and was ready to go back to school today, but in the middle of the night Nicolas woke up puking, ran to the bathroom puking and mommy and daddy scrambling in different directions.
He did this through the night all day today and to top it off had the poopies.
Bless his little heart. Well I got Tracy home, left her to climb the stairs pain free(almost) and got right over to my daughter's house . I got to their front door turned the door knob and bounced off the door.
It was locked. Why? Not sure.
Carlos opend it , let me in, fought with nicolas to get him dressed while I played with my Youngest grandson Carlos"Peanut"
by the time Nicolas was dressed, crying and fighting, I was ready to call it a day, but nope my day continued.
I get him to the Doctor's office(clinic) with 5 min to spare, get him checked in and went and waited.
He curled up on my lap and tried to sleep, the nurse came out, we went back and the fun began.
I wonder if I have any grey hairs after this day?
He fought being weighed, he fought letting his temp being taken, he SCREAMED when his ears got checked,
but what happend next made me want to run out the door with him tightly in my arms and wishing for ear plugs.
A flu culture was done on him, the boy had a death grip on me, but screaming for moma the whole time.
But when the nurse came back in and said Supository, he completly flipped and the wrestling match was on.
He said through the tears and the freight that he needed to go potty, I knew better, but took him any way just to try to calm him down, I got him calmed down and when he found we were going back into that room he went back to screaming and fighting again.
well I looked at the nurse and the doctor and siad lets get this done, because he isn't gonna calm down any time soon.
I gatherd Nicolas up held him close to me while the Nurse took down his pants and did her job.
As the supository was being inserted, Ilooked down at Nicolas and what I seen in his eyes nd the color of his beautiful blue hazle eyes upset me so much, I still feel bad.
That poor little guy had such horror in his eyes, that his eyes turned a very LIGHT GREEN before mine, i could see golden flecks of amber and thin Shreds of blue in them eys and the tears , on my lord the tears.
Finally get the medicine inserted and forced to hold his little butt cheeks closed while he held on to me screaming for momma.
Nicolas is much better now, eating, and smiling again. I guess I have been for given.
but just bearly getting one cup of coffee, in the morning in me ,makes for a VERY LONG DAY
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Jessie
My Daughter Jessica is one I need to write about.
Just about every parent is Proud of their child or children.
But I and my family are VERY PROUD of my baby girl, my first born.
I became pregnant with Jessica when I was 17, and I was a virgin up till then.
I hadn't ever been told any of the signs of pregnany, oh in class a teacher would talk SEX to the class,
but, not one really went in depth on the subject of sex, just mainly talked about STD'S and the puberty thing, and what changes the body will go through.
I knew I was pregnant with my daughter when I was 3 days late for my monthly fun.
I cried, i vowed to God that I won't have sex any more outside of marriage if I'm not pregnant.
But God had other plans and other reason's for me becoming pregnant with the first grandbaby to my parents and the first great grandchild of my dad's side of the family.
I went the WHOLE 9 months with out saying anything to anyone, but one person, she was an exgirlfriend of my brother mike.
I did tell Jessie's Father I was pregnant, and his mother over heard a conversasion between him and his sister about me.
His mother told Jessie's father that HE NEEDED to do something about it and have it taken care of really quick.
So he came and told me and I told him that he could tell him mother that I was not about to abort a child that is not at fault for what happend between the both of us.
I wore big clothes, my big coat. I laid so my belly could not be seen and what ever I could do to hide my being pregnant.
I had even entertained the thought of going out into the woods and having her, but do what with her after that.
But that never happend.
I'm so thankful God was my doctor all those 9 months of the pregnancy.
Jessie was surely a blessing in discuise.
For my Father he knew her only 11 months, but that was a life time to him.
Jessie was what kept my Mother and I focused on the important things or we might of given up.
there is too much to say about Jessie in her younger childhood years, but you got the picture.
I met and married a man and thought he was a good guy.
I married him because I was once again pregnant and by this time Jessie was turning 7 yrs old
she liked him at first and he took good care of her as if she were his, that is until the twins were born.
She helped me take care of the twins as she was growing up, but was more or less forced by her stepfather to take care of the twins . I would fight him about that.
Finally he decided to divorce me and blamed me for the divorce, when he was the one who commited adultry, and lied to the judge and court system .
Jessie has been my ROCK and STRONG hold through so much.
She was forced to drop out of school by the priniceple in the town we lived in out in Oklahoma.
due to all the school she had been missing from being dragged in and out of court by her ex step dad.
She kept me focused, she kept me going, she kept me alive and made me want to live.
She had done all of it through God's loving and caring hands.
She now has her GED and works at a preschool, has 2 BEAUTIFUL boys, and a loving and caring man and he is a very good care provider, a loving father, and someone that she would be lost without.
she and I have gone through a lot together, she has been more like a sister and my best friend than a daughter.
I wouldn't want her any other way.
Now once again, I'mleaning on her for support in my life and she has the aid of my family to help her as well.
God has His reason's for what he has us all go through in life.
But yet, my BEAUTIFUL daughter Jessie has my entire family to let her lean on us
at any time.
She is what Family is all about.
I love you my baby girl, and will give my life for you.
Just about every parent is Proud of their child or children.
But I and my family are VERY PROUD of my baby girl, my first born.
I became pregnant with Jessica when I was 17, and I was a virgin up till then.
I hadn't ever been told any of the signs of pregnany, oh in class a teacher would talk SEX to the class,
but, not one really went in depth on the subject of sex, just mainly talked about STD'S and the puberty thing, and what changes the body will go through.
I knew I was pregnant with my daughter when I was 3 days late for my monthly fun.
I cried, i vowed to God that I won't have sex any more outside of marriage if I'm not pregnant.
But God had other plans and other reason's for me becoming pregnant with the first grandbaby to my parents and the first great grandchild of my dad's side of the family.
I went the WHOLE 9 months with out saying anything to anyone, but one person, she was an exgirlfriend of my brother mike.
I did tell Jessie's Father I was pregnant, and his mother over heard a conversasion between him and his sister about me.
His mother told Jessie's father that HE NEEDED to do something about it and have it taken care of really quick.
So he came and told me and I told him that he could tell him mother that I was not about to abort a child that is not at fault for what happend between the both of us.
I wore big clothes, my big coat. I laid so my belly could not be seen and what ever I could do to hide my being pregnant.
I had even entertained the thought of going out into the woods and having her, but do what with her after that.
But that never happend.
I'm so thankful God was my doctor all those 9 months of the pregnancy.
Jessie was surely a blessing in discuise.
For my Father he knew her only 11 months, but that was a life time to him.
Jessie was what kept my Mother and I focused on the important things or we might of given up.
there is too much to say about Jessie in her younger childhood years, but you got the picture.
I met and married a man and thought he was a good guy.
I married him because I was once again pregnant and by this time Jessie was turning 7 yrs old
she liked him at first and he took good care of her as if she were his, that is until the twins were born.
She helped me take care of the twins as she was growing up, but was more or less forced by her stepfather to take care of the twins . I would fight him about that.
Finally he decided to divorce me and blamed me for the divorce, when he was the one who commited adultry, and lied to the judge and court system .
Jessie has been my ROCK and STRONG hold through so much.
She was forced to drop out of school by the priniceple in the town we lived in out in Oklahoma.
due to all the school she had been missing from being dragged in and out of court by her ex step dad.
She kept me focused, she kept me going, she kept me alive and made me want to live.
She had done all of it through God's loving and caring hands.
She now has her GED and works at a preschool, has 2 BEAUTIFUL boys, and a loving and caring man and he is a very good care provider, a loving father, and someone that she would be lost without.
she and I have gone through a lot together, she has been more like a sister and my best friend than a daughter.
I wouldn't want her any other way.
Now once again, I'mleaning on her for support in my life and she has the aid of my family to help her as well.
God has His reason's for what he has us all go through in life.
But yet, my BEAUTIFUL daughter Jessie has my entire family to let her lean on us
at any time.
She is what Family is all about.
I love you my baby girl, and will give my life for you.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
The Pain of Sacrificing
This one is gonna be a personal pain for me.
Some will say "oh get over it, and get on" some might say" you poor thing" and some might even
say" well , boo - hoo, to bad ,so sad, your loss"
but I don't care, I'm not as calloused as I used to be, and I was REALLY BAD CALLOUSED and those who know me,
and knew me well at that time will agree as to how calloused I was, I am to a point these days too,
but also in time when the right kind of "softner" is applied and room given, one tends to soften and let the guard down for a bit.
Its been said : Nobody said life was easy, And as well : If you Love something set it free,
if it comes back it was yours or meant to be.
Well I have been for a LONG time now battling with myself over a decision to move out from my boyfriend's home and get back to being me again, and I did, I moved out today, but have such pain in my heart and am so scared right now.
I do love this man, he has taken decent care of me, but yet his faults and short comings have gotten the best of me.
For the first time in my life I actually don't want to give up a man. Not sure if its because he gave me the time and space to deal with the demons and hate I carried inside me due to a VERY NASTY and HATEFUL divorce/ child custody battle.
When me and my oldest Daughter moved back home from Salina, Oklahoma back in April of 2000, I HATED the very exsistance of MEN in general. I do some to this day, and some types of women as well.
Many of my family members and a couple of friends asked me each time If I was sure at my decision on me moving out and as well as asking me about my boy friend's son.
But when it comes to making self sacrifices of this kind of accord, you find out just how painful to you being the "other party" it really is.
I can honestly say say I know now what its like being on both ends of that stick. I have been the "dumped" and now I am the "dumper", and it feels even worse than being dumped.
But making SACRIFICES is part of what life is about, no matter if they are a painful sacrifice or not.
Some may say " oh there are more fish in the sea out there" to me with this sacrifice, I feel I have really lost more than what I lost in Oklahoma. And I LOST ALOT back in Oklahoma, A LOT.
I tried to explain to my boyfriend why I am moving out like I am and that I have been tossing this around much longer than he thinks, He thinks I JUST decided to do this on a spur of the moment, but no , I haven't.
I'd say a little over a year now I have tossed it around and battled with it. But then it really started to kick in when my Mother spent 3 weeks in the hospital and I had no way to be able to go visit her at all.
Then the BIG RED FORD Truck my boyfriend drives broke down back in the late spring of last year and sat out in the drive way for about 4 or 5 months, and during that time he took the car he had, and traded it in on another truck, which could not be afforded either on payments.
Well back in late October or early November of last year, he found someone to take over payments on the small red truck he had gotten, because I wasn't working , but had been out putting in applications just about each and everyday.
I could of been working long before that, but the work times that were slated for the job I could of had would not
coenside with his work hours or his son's school hours.
Yes I can understand there needing to be someone there for his son after school, I know that,
but when a job is open to be taken and worked at , that person or everyone should be happy that it is one that is willing to be worked at, not frowned upon,
to me a paycheck coming in is GOOD no matter what the work is that you are doing or willing to do at the time,
you can always find another job with better hours to work at while one is temporarily at that one.
But when the other party isn't willing to let you be happy to do that one job, even for a temp job, then whats the use.
I'm one of those that is one to stay in a relationship and work it till there is no other alturnative , but to pull up steakes
and go seperate ways.
I am a fighter of many causes and many reasons, I am a compasionate person, some times just a bit to passionate
in what I do believe in, but that is just me.
I am one to "rock the boat" or to be a "whistle blower" when I see or hear or know something isn't going right and tryingto be coverd up .
I do believe in doing whats right and what is fair for all, even if it means doing what I have done and caused the ripples I have caused.
I am one to put others before me or my needs , wants, and desires, I'd rather others have what they want or need before I take care of me, its my nature of being like that, I don't care if its seen as stupid or crazy, but I have ALWAYS been like that.
I will ALWAYS be like that no matter what.
I feel guilty when i am selfish about me, thats from being a Mother of 4 and a Grandma of 2.
I'd rather GIVE if I have it to give than TAKE and not care.
Being selfish and or self centerd to me is not caring about anybody else but your self.
That if someone were to need money no matter the amount, IF I have and or can afford to help with it, I do and will.
To me money is nothing but something that only fools are not willing to part with, for fear of being used and screwd over for it.
I'm not a matireal type person, but I do like to have comforts, but ONLY after everyone else I LOVE and deeply care for are taken care of first.
In some ways I am a prude, and in others I'm one of those that don't care about my wants or needs, I just know
that someone else is in need more worse than me.
I don't hold things over people's heads, I don't use things against them to get what I want either, but only if I have to,
Which is an EXTREEM RAREITY for me to do that, and then the guilt sets in.
I can be one of the nicest and easiest going people you could ever meet or I could become their worst nightmare.
I let them do the choosing in which way they want me to be.
I don't judge a person for their past or short comings, not my job to do that, not what I was put here on Earth for.
I look for the GOOD in all I meet, but I also can see the worst and bad in a person, If I don't like someone I either ignor them or let them know right off the bat to keep their distance from me, because I have no use for them and I don't like them.
And I'm one not to care what people say about me, they are the ones that will be shown wrong in the end.
I tell people you can mess with me, you can mess with my money, but there is some thing you DON'T mess with and thats my Family and Kids, Cause I will be hell cometh with a fury when that happens and I take no prisoners when that happens.
I do gather my FACTS before I do set into take care of the CRAP that is going on with my family or kids
before I come after the idiot that is the cause of the problems.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right , this move to back home is the direction I feel I need to be going right now.
My family and I depend on me to be there no matter what and I am one to do that.
My Family comes before anything in my life, but GOD comes before all.
Some will say "oh get over it, and get on" some might say" you poor thing" and some might even
say" well , boo - hoo, to bad ,so sad, your loss"
but I don't care, I'm not as calloused as I used to be, and I was REALLY BAD CALLOUSED and those who know me,
and knew me well at that time will agree as to how calloused I was, I am to a point these days too,
but also in time when the right kind of "softner" is applied and room given, one tends to soften and let the guard down for a bit.
Its been said : Nobody said life was easy, And as well : If you Love something set it free,
if it comes back it was yours or meant to be.
Well I have been for a LONG time now battling with myself over a decision to move out from my boyfriend's home and get back to being me again, and I did, I moved out today, but have such pain in my heart and am so scared right now.
I do love this man, he has taken decent care of me, but yet his faults and short comings have gotten the best of me.
For the first time in my life I actually don't want to give up a man. Not sure if its because he gave me the time and space to deal with the demons and hate I carried inside me due to a VERY NASTY and HATEFUL divorce/ child custody battle.
When me and my oldest Daughter moved back home from Salina, Oklahoma back in April of 2000, I HATED the very exsistance of MEN in general. I do some to this day, and some types of women as well.
Many of my family members and a couple of friends asked me each time If I was sure at my decision on me moving out and as well as asking me about my boy friend's son.
But when it comes to making self sacrifices of this kind of accord, you find out just how painful to you being the "other party" it really is.
I can honestly say say I know now what its like being on both ends of that stick. I have been the "dumped" and now I am the "dumper", and it feels even worse than being dumped.
But making SACRIFICES is part of what life is about, no matter if they are a painful sacrifice or not.
Some may say " oh there are more fish in the sea out there" to me with this sacrifice, I feel I have really lost more than what I lost in Oklahoma. And I LOST ALOT back in Oklahoma, A LOT.
I tried to explain to my boyfriend why I am moving out like I am and that I have been tossing this around much longer than he thinks, He thinks I JUST decided to do this on a spur of the moment, but no , I haven't.
I'd say a little over a year now I have tossed it around and battled with it. But then it really started to kick in when my Mother spent 3 weeks in the hospital and I had no way to be able to go visit her at all.
Then the BIG RED FORD Truck my boyfriend drives broke down back in the late spring of last year and sat out in the drive way for about 4 or 5 months, and during that time he took the car he had, and traded it in on another truck, which could not be afforded either on payments.
Well back in late October or early November of last year, he found someone to take over payments on the small red truck he had gotten, because I wasn't working , but had been out putting in applications just about each and everyday.
I could of been working long before that, but the work times that were slated for the job I could of had would not
coenside with his work hours or his son's school hours.
Yes I can understand there needing to be someone there for his son after school, I know that,
but when a job is open to be taken and worked at , that person or everyone should be happy that it is one that is willing to be worked at, not frowned upon,
to me a paycheck coming in is GOOD no matter what the work is that you are doing or willing to do at the time,
you can always find another job with better hours to work at while one is temporarily at that one.
But when the other party isn't willing to let you be happy to do that one job, even for a temp job, then whats the use.
I'm one of those that is one to stay in a relationship and work it till there is no other alturnative , but to pull up steakes
and go seperate ways.
I am a fighter of many causes and many reasons, I am a compasionate person, some times just a bit to passionate
in what I do believe in, but that is just me.
I am one to "rock the boat" or to be a "whistle blower" when I see or hear or know something isn't going right and tryingto be coverd up .
I do believe in doing whats right and what is fair for all, even if it means doing what I have done and caused the ripples I have caused.
I am one to put others before me or my needs , wants, and desires, I'd rather others have what they want or need before I take care of me, its my nature of being like that, I don't care if its seen as stupid or crazy, but I have ALWAYS been like that.
I will ALWAYS be like that no matter what.
I feel guilty when i am selfish about me, thats from being a Mother of 4 and a Grandma of 2.
I'd rather GIVE if I have it to give than TAKE and not care.
Being selfish and or self centerd to me is not caring about anybody else but your self.
That if someone were to need money no matter the amount, IF I have and or can afford to help with it, I do and will.
To me money is nothing but something that only fools are not willing to part with, for fear of being used and screwd over for it.
I'm not a matireal type person, but I do like to have comforts, but ONLY after everyone else I LOVE and deeply care for are taken care of first.
In some ways I am a prude, and in others I'm one of those that don't care about my wants or needs, I just know
that someone else is in need more worse than me.
I don't hold things over people's heads, I don't use things against them to get what I want either, but only if I have to,
Which is an EXTREEM RAREITY for me to do that, and then the guilt sets in.
I can be one of the nicest and easiest going people you could ever meet or I could become their worst nightmare.
I let them do the choosing in which way they want me to be.
I don't judge a person for their past or short comings, not my job to do that, not what I was put here on Earth for.
I look for the GOOD in all I meet, but I also can see the worst and bad in a person, If I don't like someone I either ignor them or let them know right off the bat to keep their distance from me, because I have no use for them and I don't like them.
And I'm one not to care what people say about me, they are the ones that will be shown wrong in the end.
I tell people you can mess with me, you can mess with my money, but there is some thing you DON'T mess with and thats my Family and Kids, Cause I will be hell cometh with a fury when that happens and I take no prisoners when that happens.
I do gather my FACTS before I do set into take care of the CRAP that is going on with my family or kids
before I come after the idiot that is the cause of the problems.
I don't know if what I'm doing is right , this move to back home is the direction I feel I need to be going right now.
My family and I depend on me to be there no matter what and I am one to do that.
My Family comes before anything in my life, but GOD comes before all.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I'm here!
I keep forgetting you can't use the tab key or it publishes what you have written! My sister has invited me to post on her blog. *claping everywhere*
Thank-you, Thank-you all! I have been so busy with my own material, I finally managed to have the time to catch up on e-mails and discovered her request. Now it makes it that much easier to deny anything she says about me if I feel like it! LOL :)
This blog is mainly hers though. From time to time I will post my two cents worth here, which is what I am going to do now.
I cast my vote in the Arkansas Primary today, and was glad to hear Hillary Clinton won this state and Missouri. Some of you may call me an idiot, but the way I see it, I don't think I would want to be in the President's shoes no matter who that person may be. You are scrutinized, picked apart, and placed under a microscope for every move made, every decision you make. Some cheer for you, some call you a pig or worse. You have to try and please the nation as a whole, and in case ya didn't know, it doesn't work. You have to please your allies, you have to sit in front of a thousand flashing cameras with a foe trying to have peace talks, all the while having to play nice. You would have to be one thick-skinned son of a bitch to be able to handle the issues they have to confront.
Each person who takes on these types of leadership roles, whether it is a captain of a ship, or leader of a squadron, they all take risks, some win, some don't. Each of these types of people have their own ideas as to how they can fix this problem or make that program run efficently. Again, sometimes they work until someone else comes along and screws it up, and sometimes they screw it up without help. I personally do not think our government can ever be fixed. It's past broken and maybe one day we may get somebody who can fix it, maybe we won't.
The way I vote is whoever makes the most sense. Forget the promises, if their ideas sound true, they don't spew out a bunch of empty talk, or have the personality of a rock, they maybe can at least get it going on the right track. I don't think all politicians were/are calloused before politics made them that way. I actually think that some of them went into politics for solid reasons, wanting to help their neighbor, their town, their county or state.
With that being said, I still think most of them are crooks, liars and cheats, but I'm sure glad we don't have to get up at sunrise every day thanking God we didn't die from bombings during the night and hope the day keeps us from being the next victims of war. It could happen. If you were president, what would you do to make everybody happy? That does include, Hispanics, Blacks, Asians and other immigrants who gain citizenship. That does include those who lost their job of 20 years due to downsizing, to the consumer who's forking out $20.00-80.00 (or more) for a tank of gas. What would you have done for the victims of Katrina? 9-11?
Me, I'd be smacking some heads together! Hell, I don't know what I would do. Who would want the job? Gangster rappers and football players make millions more than a president. I'd rather get tossed around the football field and get paid more for it than have half a nation ready to toss me out on the front porch. And yes, some of our presidents get the big head and go crazy too.
I just choose who I personally thought can turn it around just a little bit. Even if a little bit gets done that could possibly be the step in the right direction. *lots of clapping and cheering throughout cyberspace, steps off of soapbox*
Thank-you, Thank-you all! I have been so busy with my own material, I finally managed to have the time to catch up on e-mails and discovered her request. Now it makes it that much easier to deny anything she says about me if I feel like it! LOL :)
This blog is mainly hers though. From time to time I will post my two cents worth here, which is what I am going to do now.
I cast my vote in the Arkansas Primary today, and was glad to hear Hillary Clinton won this state and Missouri. Some of you may call me an idiot, but the way I see it, I don't think I would want to be in the President's shoes no matter who that person may be. You are scrutinized, picked apart, and placed under a microscope for every move made, every decision you make. Some cheer for you, some call you a pig or worse. You have to try and please the nation as a whole, and in case ya didn't know, it doesn't work. You have to please your allies, you have to sit in front of a thousand flashing cameras with a foe trying to have peace talks, all the while having to play nice. You would have to be one thick-skinned son of a bitch to be able to handle the issues they have to confront.
Each person who takes on these types of leadership roles, whether it is a captain of a ship, or leader of a squadron, they all take risks, some win, some don't. Each of these types of people have their own ideas as to how they can fix this problem or make that program run efficently. Again, sometimes they work until someone else comes along and screws it up, and sometimes they screw it up without help. I personally do not think our government can ever be fixed. It's past broken and maybe one day we may get somebody who can fix it, maybe we won't.
The way I vote is whoever makes the most sense. Forget the promises, if their ideas sound true, they don't spew out a bunch of empty talk, or have the personality of a rock, they maybe can at least get it going on the right track. I don't think all politicians were/are calloused before politics made them that way. I actually think that some of them went into politics for solid reasons, wanting to help their neighbor, their town, their county or state.
With that being said, I still think most of them are crooks, liars and cheats, but I'm sure glad we don't have to get up at sunrise every day thanking God we didn't die from bombings during the night and hope the day keeps us from being the next victims of war. It could happen. If you were president, what would you do to make everybody happy? That does include, Hispanics, Blacks, Asians and other immigrants who gain citizenship. That does include those who lost their job of 20 years due to downsizing, to the consumer who's forking out $20.00-80.00 (or more) for a tank of gas. What would you have done for the victims of Katrina? 9-11?
Me, I'd be smacking some heads together! Hell, I don't know what I would do. Who would want the job? Gangster rappers and football players make millions more than a president. I'd rather get tossed around the football field and get paid more for it than have half a nation ready to toss me out on the front porch. And yes, some of our presidents get the big head and go crazy too.
I just choose who I personally thought can turn it around just a little bit. Even if a little bit gets done that could possibly be the step in the right direction. *lots of clapping and cheering throughout cyberspace, steps off of soapbox*
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