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I'm disgusted with the way republicans are running this presidential race.
You cross the line when inciting the ignorant masses to shout, "kill him," and "off with his head" in regards to the opponent.
Sorry, friends, who vote red in this race, but after these repulsive Palin attacks, I just can't respect that choice.
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| Just checkin'
Cause in some states the deadline is Oct. 4-- in Indiana it's Oct. 6.
Check it out: maps.google.com/vote
Or: voteforchange.com/
Both sites help you register!
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| What's all the buzz 'bout facebook?
Just wondering... hmmm....
It's only a matter of time, I can quasi-guarantee. |
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Finally! Summer! And fleets of ice cream trucks flooding the streets!
I'm torn between nostalgia and being creeped out.
Is it just me, or are these twinkle-star-tuned trucks always big vans sans-windows, driven by bearded ex-cons!?
A small sacrifice to slurp a Rocket Pop...
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| Spring, 1997
After tucking us kids into bed, he'd spread his textbooks across the kitchen table; notepads full of mathematical scribbles, hardcover books on refrigeration or electrical wiring. I barely had my driver's license-- a junior in high school. And here was Dad, starting his first semester of college.
Sure, he'd started a class or two when he was young, but the Kentuky coal mines seduced him with promise of fast cash. So he'd packed his bags and left school in the dust. He's always regretted the decision, but it was ultimately a good thing he wandered down to the Blue Grass state, because that's where he met and married Betty Jo. Soon after came the babies; then the cancer diagnosis. After chemotherapy and years in remission, he finally won that battle. But with a family to raise, it was easier to take the factory job. He never had the chance to go back to school.
Eleven years ago, his factory offered to pay for courses, should employees want to dedicate time.
Spring, 2008
One class per semester. One night per week. For 11 years he hit the books, aced those tests and posted his A+ papers alongside us kids' report cards on the fridge.
On Thursday his hard work paid off: summa cum laude, or with a 4.0 GPA, Dad marched across that stage to receive his hard-earned Associate's Degree. Luckily I had the camera to hide behind, because the tears welled up in my eyes.
Do they make bumper stickers that say, "PROUD DAUGHTER OF HONOR ROLL STUDENT?" Ha.
I am so proud of him.
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