Monday, October 10, 2016

I Cried During the Presidential Debate

This is slightly embarrassing to admit, but I cried while watching the debate tonight.  Every four years people make the same complaints about having to choose "the lesser of two evils".  This year is the same complaint, but much more serious.  Say what you will about 3rd party nominees and write in votes.  The fact of the matter is that either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton will be the next President of the United States. That is why I cried.

I cannot stand Donald Trump.  I can not put into words how much I dislike this man.  I remember watching the very first episode of The Apprentice and thinking he was on a huge power trip.  My opinion of him didn't change when he started his campaign.  I cannot muster any respect for a man that speaks so poorly of other people.  I don't really need to go on, you know what I am talking about.

So, does that make me "with her"?  Well, you would think so.  As far as political parties and standings are concerned, she is who I naturally gravitate to.  (Disclaimer for my conservative evangelical friends: yes, I know she is pro-choice.  I do not base my vote on one issue.  And yes, I know you are worried about the second amendment, but this is not the time for that discussion).  I have lost count of the number of times I have taken the I Side With quiz.  I side with Hillary every time.  But I do not want to vote for her.  I keep trying to make excuses for her.  "Well, every politician is sleazy or does questionable things in their career.  At least she apologized.  She went to trial and they didn't indict her" and "yeah, she did defend a rapist who ended up getting next to nothing.  That just proves she is good at her job"  I keep saying these things to make myself feel better.  But it's not working anymore, that's why I cried.

This is the first election since I have become a mother.  Maybe that is why character and integrity are so much more important to me.  Or maybe it is just because I matured.  It's probably a bit of both.  Either way, it sure is making this a very difficult choice for me.  

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Birthday, Lipstick, Farts, Barf and Cornfields

I promised Michelle I would share this story this week.  Hopefully it will help her feel better about her hellish road trip with her car sick daughter.  

I don't have a photo for this story, so enjoy this picture of Paisley instead.
For my fourteenth birthday my mom brought me to the mall with my two best friends. We made the usual rounds to PacSun, Bath and Body Works, and Gadzooks before finishing up at Clair's with the very important purchase of a "Best Friends Forever" necklace set.  We walked back to meet my mom in order of our necklace words (I was best of course) and stopped at a Mexican restaurant for dinner.  I should have pick Italian.  

All three of us sat in the back seat and sang along with the Backstreet Boys for most of the trip home. We were most of the way there when my friend started to complain her stomach hurt.  Eventually, she let out a giant, loud, extremely smelly fart and felt better.  I was stuck in the middle seat, furthest from the window.  I was trapped.  I've always had a week stomach. Eventually, the stench got the best of me and I vomited all over myself.  I started crying as my mom pulled over, because who barfs on their birthday?!  My friends were laughing so hard they had to pee in the cornfield we had parked next to.  Someone wasn't paying attention on there way there and ended up stepping in some sort of poop,  The rest of the ride home was rather stinky.

The following Monday I got dressed for school wearing my new pants from PacSun.  It wasn't until after I got to school, that I noticed the reddish-brown lip stick I got somehow ended up all over the pack of my new pants in a very unfortunate spot. 

For my fifteenth birthday, I stayed home.