There are no words to describe how I feel to be witness to history today. I can't even fathom how those of color must feel at the swearing in of our first black President. I've never been one to follow politics before this election but this year was different. I was captivated by Barack Hussain Obama. His character emanated integrity like rays of sunshine. Until November 4th, 2008, his color never entered my thoughts but then it was all the buzz in the news and the ramifications of his appointment by the American People sunk in.
Excitedly, I watched his swearing in today during my lunch. I was fortunate enough to catch his speech and the benediction. Many thoughts went through my mind. This man's words evoked in millions of people, pride and patriotism the likes this country has probably never seen, as was evident by the millions that began gathering today before 3:00 am. The crowd was astounding.
I was saddened, however by those who's comments I heard today that there is nothing special or historical about today, he is just another President. To not acknowledge the achievement of this man who has become President in the face of adversity, to not acknowledge what impact his appointment will have on the young people today and in the future baffles me.
But one thing these people did say that was absolutely true, is that we are all Americans, I agree; we are not "democrats", "republicans","leftists", "right wing", "conservative", "liberal", "black", "white","yellow" or "brown", we are Americans, "We the People" are "One Voice", we are "One Nation"! And I say to you today...stand behind our President and be proud of his accomplishments and be proud of our Country. We have come a long way! For the first time in my life, I am proud to say I am an American! I am proud to be witness to this change in our Country. And I say to my friends, "Unclench your fists", don't let our differences divide "us" too.
Peace
Liz
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Different Perspective on Basketball
I was just watching Illinois vs. Michigan and it was the half time show. When the second half started, I made a mental note to self that the teams had changed baskets. Then I thought, that instead of the teams changing baskets, why can't the camera man just move to the other side of the court?
Just a silly thought ;)
Just a silly thought ;)
Out of the Mouths of Babes
I love being a Grandma, the best part are the antics of the little ones. My poor daughter though, still having two in diapers. They are all boys and full of "piss and vinegar". Lately their escapades have been worth writing down, I don't want to forget them as I've gotten great laughs and hope to be able to share with them when they grow up.
Their ages are 7, 2 and 9 mos. Maybe a week ago my daughter called to tell me what the middle child had done to his 9 month old brother, whom he loves and dotes over. Geffory climbed up the gate separating the kitchen from the living room, reached onto the kitchen counter and got himself a bottle of Fabreez. My daughter entered the living room to find him spraying his little brother with it. "He didn't get any in his face did he?" I asked, concerned for Joseph at first. "No" she said, but there is a big wet spot on the back of his head, dripping down his back". Knowing at this point that Joseph was ok, I had to bust out laughing. I concluded that maybe he had a stinky diaper and that was Geffory's solution.
Just last night, my daughter called again. As we were talking, Samantha walked in on Geffory coloring. Her conversation then turned to James, the oldest. "Did you ask if Geffory could color?" Unfortunately I couldn't hear his response but then I heard her say "Geffory needs to be supervised when he colors, who's supervising him?" she said, trying to make him understand why its important to ask. Sam repeated James' response "Joseph"! By this time, I'm LMAO...the 9 month old is supervising the 2 year old! Out of the mouths of babes! Aren't they wonderful?
Their ages are 7, 2 and 9 mos. Maybe a week ago my daughter called to tell me what the middle child had done to his 9 month old brother, whom he loves and dotes over. Geffory climbed up the gate separating the kitchen from the living room, reached onto the kitchen counter and got himself a bottle of Fabreez. My daughter entered the living room to find him spraying his little brother with it. "He didn't get any in his face did he?" I asked, concerned for Joseph at first. "No" she said, but there is a big wet spot on the back of his head, dripping down his back". Knowing at this point that Joseph was ok, I had to bust out laughing. I concluded that maybe he had a stinky diaper and that was Geffory's solution.
Just last night, my daughter called again. As we were talking, Samantha walked in on Geffory coloring. Her conversation then turned to James, the oldest. "Did you ask if Geffory could color?" Unfortunately I couldn't hear his response but then I heard her say "Geffory needs to be supervised when he colors, who's supervising him?" she said, trying to make him understand why its important to ask. Sam repeated James' response "Joseph"! By this time, I'm LMAO...the 9 month old is supervising the 2 year old! Out of the mouths of babes! Aren't they wonderful?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Rehashing the Past
Its funny how history repeats it's self. People tend to forget the things that you do for them out of love or kindness, just to make them happy because it makes you feel good inside to give and then they turn it around on you and only recall what they want to. Sometimes no matter how giving you are, its never enough, they want "more more more". I never expected anything in return and never got so much as a thanks and really didn't expect one. I forgave as it is my nature to do so. I believe in fairness, honesty, respect,integrity and forgiveness.
I'm not angry anymore over the past, I'm not even angry about the current situation, I'm trying to make the best of it. What I'm angry about is the unrealistic expectations and exaggerated responses, the apologies made not because one is truly sorry, but think that "that" is what you want to hear and it will make everything better and go away. But it doesn't go away unless its sincere, it comes back to bite them in the ass, that's the problem with telling people what they want to hear, or telling untruths to make ones self look and feel better about themselves, they soon forget what they said and when the people close to you find inconsistencies and holes in the stories, they lose trust in that person and unfortunately sometimes a good friend.
I'm very happy in my current relationship. I've found someone who believes in the same ideals. Am I being chastised for wanting to move on? I've danced around moving on for two years, a seamlessly never ending waltz being led by procrastination and false hopes. But when I am finally ready to separate the past from the present and get closure, separate the material portion of that life which is the last task to be completed, I'm treated with contempt. Just because someone fixes a clock that isn't theirs doesn't make it theirs. Just because someone says "we'll take care of it later" doesn't mean "later" won't come one day. Later is here, the dance is over, the music stopped long ago and its time to get off the dance floor, there are new partners on the dance card.
I'm not angry anymore over the past, I'm not even angry about the current situation, I'm trying to make the best of it. What I'm angry about is the unrealistic expectations and exaggerated responses, the apologies made not because one is truly sorry, but think that "that" is what you want to hear and it will make everything better and go away. But it doesn't go away unless its sincere, it comes back to bite them in the ass, that's the problem with telling people what they want to hear, or telling untruths to make ones self look and feel better about themselves, they soon forget what they said and when the people close to you find inconsistencies and holes in the stories, they lose trust in that person and unfortunately sometimes a good friend.
I'm very happy in my current relationship. I've found someone who believes in the same ideals. Am I being chastised for wanting to move on? I've danced around moving on for two years, a seamlessly never ending waltz being led by procrastination and false hopes. But when I am finally ready to separate the past from the present and get closure, separate the material portion of that life which is the last task to be completed, I'm treated with contempt. Just because someone fixes a clock that isn't theirs doesn't make it theirs. Just because someone says "we'll take care of it later" doesn't mean "later" won't come one day. Later is here, the dance is over, the music stopped long ago and its time to get off the dance floor, there are new partners on the dance card.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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