Monday, November 10, 2008

Lowering the bar.

Disappointment can't find you if you set the bar so low that even a slug would have a hard time getting under. Yep, I think that is the new plan of action.

And so it shall be.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

My first, last and only political post.

I have a few friends that don't vote. I understand that it is their right not to just as it is my right to place my vote. I have heard several reasons why ranging from 1) I don't know enough about the candidates to make an educated vote,
2) My one vote isn't going to make a difference, 3) I didn't vote because I trust God has a plan and who am I to interfere.

I have thought long and hard about it and the more I think about it, the more agitated I get. In order to try and not turn this into complete word vomit, I will address the one at a time.

Not knowing enough about the candidates is just plain laziness. It is so easy to gather information about them and where they stand on certain topics. At the very least, watch the debates. See how each candidate treats the other and how they present themselves. Read an article, talk to people, get curious! I just can't understand why you wouldn't when the government has such a huge impact on your day to day life.

I'll admit, I often think that my vote isn't going to count because there has got to be someone out there that is voting for the other guy and is therefore cancelling my vote out. Right? In essence, yes but who is to say that your vote doesn't count. If we all took a passive approach and just let other people take the responsibility, then you are more likely to end up with less ideas. Like they say, two heads are better than one. Who is to say that what you think doesn't count!? By not casting your ONE vote, you are making yourself insignificant. You are resigning to defeat.

Lastly, and probably the most controversial point when considering my upbringing and my current feelings on religion in general but I digress, is those that don't vote because they feel God has a plan and it will be however he deems no matter if they vote or not. It reminds me of the story of the man who stayed in his home during a flood. He is approached three times by others that were willing to help him and save him and yet he repeatedly turned them down stating God would save him. He couldn't see the forest for the trees. Each person that stopped was God providing an escape. God provided for you to vote so that you can in essence 'save yourself.' To not utilize the means seems overtly contradictory. Maybe it is jealousy of the complete faith or maybe it is my common sense module doing into brain-goo inducing overdrive. Either way, to not vote based on any of these reasons seems such a waste.

Not everyone in this world has the ability to vote based on what they feel is right. It is a priveledge that I think is often taken for granted. Now I wont go so far as to say not to vote is going to cause our forefathers to roll over in their graves but I'm thinking they wouldn't be exactly thrilled. In essence, it is your right to vote for Michael Jackson if you wanted to or just abstain from the election process all together, but it is also my right to think you are a bloomin' butt for not.

All I can say now is at least it is all over with... for now.

Again, Epi is stunting my productivity.

Not that I don't have other things to think/worry about (that is my bag you know)... but a break from reality is quite welcomed this am.

So without further ado... an alphabet meme.

A is for your age:
26. This is my golden year. Can't you tell?

B is for beer of choice:
Woodchuck

C is for what you care about right now
Bills, bills and more bills. They are monopolizing all of my ability to care at the moment.

D is for your dog's name:
Which one? I have Sadie, Montana and Henri. All women. Poor Lieutenant.

E is for one essential item you use everyday:
Toothpaste

F is for one favorite TV show:
Bones... Oh David!

G is for favorite game to watch:
Hockey in person, Football on TV

H is for Home town :
If I told you I would have to kill you and I'm not that into murder. Sorry.

I is for instruments you play:
Alto Sax, Bari Sax, Soprano Sax, Trombone, Piano, Triangle.

J is for favorite juice:
Orange somethingorother you can get from Chipotle.

K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:
My AC of EMS.

L is for last place you ate:
My desk. Go me.

M is for marriage:
I have one rockstar marriage.

N is for your Middle name:
Again, you don't get to know. It is pretty friggin unique and frankly, I don't want to share despite the fact that I adore my middle name.

O is for overnight hospital stay:
Only when I slept in a chair for eight days at the trauma center with the Lieutenant.

P is for people you were with today:
Technically the Lieutenant was sleeping a mere 4 inches from me, but from there on out it has been the dogs and coworkers.

Q is for quote:
"Sometimes I wish I could ignore myself." - Bernice

R is for Biggest regret:
Him.

S is for SEX:
I am a female, yes.

T is for time you woke up today:
4L50 SNOOZE 5:00 SNOOZE 5:10 SNOOZE 5:15 HEAD TO CARPOOL 6:00 SNOOZE IN THE CAR 6:50 At my desk.

U is for underwear you have on now:
Uncomfrotable! Gonne be a long day!

V is for a vegetable you love:
Peas, green beans, broccoli, asparagus, I love them all! Well except for brussel sprouts and lima beans. *gag*

W is for worst habit:
Self doubt.

X is for xylophone (because it always is):
I used to play one of those too.

Y is for something yummy you ate today:
It is either the fiber bar I had or the bitter coffee. But the fiber bar had chocolate in it, so we are going to go with that.

Z is for zodiac sign:
Virgo

Monday, November 3, 2008

I wonder...

We were swapping childhood war stories yesterday as we demo'ed the basement. Who hurt who with what and the comparing of the resulting scars. From that the statement was made that when it comes to being an EMT, you either have it, or you don't. Any thoughts on this? I am still comtemplating it myself...

Oh Monday...

You dirty sneaky little tramp. You promise the fresh start to a new week. A week that begs for productivity and contentment. I lay my head down Sunday night, looking forward to the routine of another week and the promise of a few nights of rest and relaxation. The sweet ideals that you whisper into my ear lull me into a slumber as I lay unaware of your plot. Moments after it becomes your day you unleash the chaos and the stupidity. You are barely born and the insanity begins.

Why, Monday? Why must you treat me so?

I don't think we can continue to be friends.