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Presidential Election 2016!

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Why can’t this process be quicker.  Rip the bandaid off already.

I live in a mostly  ‘Republican’ State that is extremely intolerant of any beliefs that lean towards Democratic or Liberal.  Of my 300 some ‘Friends’ I have 5 who aren’t Republican.    I think there might be more but they are staying quiet.

My Facebook has become a Dangerous Scary place.  Danger Will Robinson DANGER.

The few of us who disagree with the Trump Supporters meet in secret in PM messages, afraid of actually liking or posting anything even remotely supportive of Hillary Clinton for fear of having our head & limbs symbolically ripped off on social media.  The problem is real.

After ‘the video’ where Trump brags about sexual assault, my facebook feed was inundated with ‘I’m more offended by what she does than what he says’ & ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’  Memes.    As a woman who was ‘grabbed by the Pxxxx’ when I was only 6 years old, I’m offended that anyone would even remotely defend that kind of talk or behavior. Let alone every woman in my family and most on my friends list.  It’s beyond believable to me that electing a Republican for Office is so important that we can not only ‘look the other way’ but we can make jokes about it.

I feel like I’m living on another planet where opposites are now the normal.  What was wrong is now right.  What was right is now wrong and we should stop loving our neighbor because we might be deporting them.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED AND PLEASE MAKE IT STOP?

I have unfollowed so many people that my Facebook Feed is now Recipes & The Minions.  I don’t want to see the hateful posts or ridiculous articles from ‘either side’.

Chelsea Clinton recently said, in an interview, that it was important for people to not continue to be divided by this election, beliefs and political views and that whomever becomes president, we need to come together as a country.

That’s called class folks and It is the only way America will be great.

 

 

 

 

Pandora’s Box

cropped-baby2.jpgI sat at a restaurant and listened to a family member vomit racist comments until I was banging my head on the table and begging her to stop.  We were discussing the election.

This election feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

A Pandora’s box has been opened.  Will there be hope left after its closed?  There has to be.

Have we changed or have  these thoughts and feelings been lurking just under the surface, of so many people we know and love, and are now bursting forth in the form of offensive meme’s and hateful comments on social media?  I think both.

Fear.  That fire has been fanned and encouraged.

America won’t be made greater with more hate and venom.

America will be made greater with empathy and love.

THAT and a little less late night sharing on Twitter.

 

 

“Let go” said the Earth, and the trees let out their breath.

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(My beautiful text message from my beautiful Aunt and Friend)

Big Clumps of hair

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Last night I dreamt that my hair was falling out in big nasty clumps the size of a silver dollar or bigger.  I was at a Halloween dance and I pretended it was part of my costume, even to myself.  I left the party in a pickup truck and was driving home in the dark.  I was thinking and thinking about the awfulness of my problem and the corners on the road kept getting tighter and tighter and I was having a hard time keeping myself on the road.  Then I didn’t.  I came around a corner and just had a calmness about me as I missed the turn.  I knew I couldn’t stop it or control it.  In slow motion I tumbled off the road and through the air.  I thought to myself, “of course there’s no ditch”.  Down and down I went and crashed at the bottom.  I wasn’t thinking about my hair anymore.  I was thinking about the physical pain and wondering if my soul could live through it.  I went to school the next day but everything was so loud and I couldn’t understand the words anymore.  And I hurt everywhere.  My hair was completely gone and I’d let one of the ‘druggy’ Emo art students paint a kaleidoscope of 3 dimensional scenes where my hair used to be.  But I couldn’t stand all the noise and the chatter. I couldn’t stand all the people.  It was just to much work to be there.  I had to go where it was quiet.  I sat on the top of a hill and watched them playing down below, I looked up and saw the brightness that the world can be.  I wasn’t happy and I wasn’t sad.  I just was. And it was ok for now.

I think I may be tired of dealing with people this week.  And my youngest daughter’s hair has started falling out.  She called me last night to tell me she had three more bald spots.  It made my stomach hurt.  She has been diagnosed with Alopecia areata  It is an autoimmune disease; the person’s immune system attacks their own body. In this case, their hair follicles.  They don’t know why.  I think it scares me more than it does her.  She simply sweeps the rest of her thick dark hair over the big bald spots and bobby pins it.  Moves on with her day.  She has the ability to compartmentalize in a manner that probably saves her from going completely crazy from the stress she has in her life.  I do not have the same gift.  So I’m closer to crazy than I normally like to be.

In the big scheme of what can go wrong in this life its a little thing.  It will be ok.

Drive it like you stole it

Yesterday, the moon sent super rays to the earth and zapped me smack dab in the middle of my chest and I ended up with an anxiety attack so bad that poor husband thought I might be temporarily insane.  He was hoping it was temporary anyways.

I was fine.  Then I wasn’t.  Just like that.   I realized in the middle of sifting through the multiple client ‘To Do’ piles that I had a ridiculous amount of work errands in town and no vehicle.  My skype and phone was blowing up with ‘fires’ that needed put out, all of which required me to get in my invisible car and leave the house.  I lost my shit.

Unfortunately, Husband had just walked into my office when it happened and I somehow made it his fault that I left my ‘ride’ at the auto mechanic shop.  I screamed.  Then I cried.  Then I told him to fix it or I was going to lose my mind.

So he lets me drive his grandfathers truck, that he has spent 8 years tearing down and fixing up.

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I’m not sure what in the hell is up with the motor,  but it has a whole lot more ‘get up and go’ than what I’m used to.

Zero to 60 with just a little tap of the foot.  I tried the top of the gas pedal and the bottom of the gas petal.  I took my shoe off and tried it barefoot.  No matter what I did, the second I got close to the gas petal it would shoot forward like I was in some kind of drag race.  I threw gravel and left skid marks at every stop sign in town.

Completely cracked me up every time.  I felt like a six year old who stole the family truck.

I later had a friend ask me, “What the hell?  Was that you that flew by the house in the white truck today?”  HAHA.  It only goes slow in neutral.  Seriously.  I’m lucky I made it home.

Reverse at 60mph is more than unsettling.  I nearly took out the flag pole at the post office, and briefly thought,  that with all the spinning out and laughing like a crazy woman I would get pulled over for a DUI.

From crazy freaking out screaming mad to crazy laughing and feeling like a teenager out tearing up the backroads.

Thank you Husband for changing my day!

I never did go back to the computer, I turned off my skype and phone and the world didn’t end.  It was perfect!

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