WTF...No Rant???

There's so many things to rant about these days…The direction of our Government, the passage of the Health Care Bill (I'm for reform, but I'd like to know what's in the bill before it's actually passed..wouldn't you?), that Bastard Jesse James cheating on my girl Sandra Bullock (there's an idiot that would trade prime rib for hamburger ground from the oldest cow that expired from disease…), The continuing saga of Tiger Woods, The ongoing Furlough arguments in California,  The husband in the doghouse, etc. But today, I say we take a break from the ranting and sniff the roses.

Yes my Peeps, the sweet roses of Freedom!!!  I will be off of work until next Thursday, as I am posting some "furlough" and we have Caesar Chavez day off at work (don't start me ranting about that one please!!!).  The man is going with his "manly friends" to ride Quads in the sand (well, due to his knee surgery, he won't be riding, he'll be the designated cook) during spring break and that leaves me alone with my kitties and hair straightening process for at least 4 to 5 days?  OMG…how long has it been since I've had the house to myself? 

We bought our home in 91, and for the most part, of almost 20 years, we've had people living in the house with us longer than it just being the two of us.  My brother, My Mother, My Sister, the Boy (we don't count him though cuz he's ours!), His Mom.  Just when we breathe a sigh of relief…here comes someone ready to move back in. I usually work a 4 day, 10 hour shift so I would have my Mondays with just me in the house, doing housework, vacuuming naked, etc.  That hasn't happened in a long time.  I miss those days when I could enjoy the stillness, sip my coffee, go out on the deck and smell the pine. It was my day to do what I wanted. 

Freedom is back and I can't wait! Everything has been so heavy since last July, with the project implementation, the death of my mentor, death of two friends, two parents with hospital stays, husbands knee surgery, kitty's pancreatitis, etc.  I need to feel the stillness again.  Dizzy needs to be in touch with herself (nasty peeps...I didn't say touch myself…although….). I'm gonna make my espresso, read a book, watch trashie Girlie flix on the boob tube, drink with my BFF.  Ah….all is right in Dizzyland.  And so my friends, I hope your weekend is as enjoyable as mine will be (knocking on wood aka head).

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Hope and Change

What is this whole direction of people saying they want "Hope and Change"? What exactly does that mean? Why are those two words so overly used right now?

Question - How do you feel about the economy? Answer – I'm looking for hope and change.
Question – Why are you out here protesting (regarding increased tuition in CA colleges)? Answer – Because we need hope and change.
Question – What are you looking for in a President? Answer – I want my President to bring hope and change.
President while campaigning…"I will bring hope and change".

Really People??? REALLY? I don't know about all of you, but when did it become the responsibility of the government, the President, your parents, etc. to bring hope and change? Isn't that really something that only you can bring? Doesn't your mindset and attitude have to be in the right frame in order for you to recognize hope and take action for change? Our system of democracy in the United States was built upon people who made change for themselves. They dared to hope for a different system of government and knew that the only way to get it was to change it. When did this "can do" attitude die?

We had an instance where a couple was at the obstetrician and was paying their bill. A lady was there and noticing them paying and told them "only suckers pay the bill when the government will pay it for you". I've no doubt in my mind that she's a "hope and change" person. But the couple was stunned because they know that it isn't the government paying this lady's bill…it was them, us, i.e. the taxpayers. Where's this lady's sense of pride and accomplishment in being able to provide for herself? Worse…she's going to teach this same mentality to her baby, thereby creating another generation of snotty, instant gratification, give me…feed me…love me..bring me hope and change, whimpy-assed social leeches!

Don't like what I'm saying? Suck it up people! I bring my own hope and change. If life and luck bring me lemons, as corny as it sounds, it's up to me to make lemonade, not for my government to provide me lemonade. You never know…one day, the government provided lemonade may be substituted with a Jim Jones Kool-Aid Cocktail and then you won't have to worry about it anymore

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