Racist Me

I privately debated whether I should write this or not, and decided I needed this conversation out of my head. But reader beware. I believe this is one of the MOST racist things I have ever thought, or publicly said.
President Obama is tackling health care. I for one, cannot be more happy that he is attempting this. I don't know whether he will succeed or not, and I have already blogged previously that not only am I unhappy with how the current system runs, but also that I don't know how to fix it. And regardless of the outcome, Obama will be given credit as being the first modern President to try something; the first baby steps if you will.
In the past nothing was really done, and why, do you ask? Because as soon as a competent leader, Presidential or otherwise, suggests ANYTHING, the biggest voting bloc this nation has pitches a fit. That would be white, middle class-particularly male. A newspaper article I read this past week confirmed that the Baby Boomers, despite their age, are currently (although not indefinitely) the biggest voting bloc this nation has. Ironcially enough, another article I read discussed the fact that African-Americans registerd, and voted, at new levels to get Obama into office. And the continued irony is, this is also one of the groups that has less access to health care than say, white, middle-class, Americans.
So where am I going with this? Obama doesn't need to worry about the white, Baby Boomer vote like previous Presidents, THANK GOD!! The people that voted him in (ie. Blacks, those like me who are under 50 and looking down the barrel of escalating health care costs) WANT health care change and Obama knows that. Finally, someone who won't back down on this issue!!!! Trully, I am thanking God and not taking his name in vain. I hope the plan works, but even if it doesn't, it is nice knowing that at least we have a President in touch with what the public wants domestically. What a change from the previous 8 years when no one in Washington D.C. seemed to give a crap what happened on American Soil.

Is The 15 Minutes Over Yet?

I know there are people who will disagree with me and I don't care-this is my space on the internet and I am using it.

Sarah Palin is Dan Quayle with tits.
Pleeeease, your 15 minutes is up-just go away.
If you can't finish out a term for Governor, why would I vote you in as President? If you "got a higher calling", would you leave that office too? And if you thought your family was under to much scrutiny in Alaska, a state with WIDE open spaces, try living in the White House. It is a microscope. Did you not see Obama trying to hide a cigarette?

Day Camp

I am falling asleep as I write this, so watch for typos.
I can't say enough, how much fun we all had at Day Camp last week.
The kids got so dirty they had a bath every night.
Noah was treated like Prince Charming, while Asa has scratches, bruise, and bumps from playing so hard. He ran into tables, fell off tables, and did some face plants in the dirt. Plus, there was the day he played with the tailpipe of the bus (the bus was off). Can we say black? Can we say black from head to toe?
I, of course, loved singing and playing games with over 150 Girl Scouts. I honestly thought my counselor days were behind me and I am so glad I was wrong. Hearing "Zinka" again, my camp name now for OVER 20 years, is like putting on a pair of comfortable tennis shoes. And like I told other staff, having lunch with people who DON'T giggle and tell me they just tooted was such a bonus.
And after all that, I realize that going to day camp makes it seem like summer to me. Yes, Ic an look out and see sun. Yes, I can look at a calender and read what part of the year we are in. But for me, growing up, summer meant going to camp. Through day camp, resident camp, and summer jobs I had, I went to camp for 24 summers. I can't explain it very well, but it is like Christmas with snow, and Christmas without snow. You know either way it is still Christmas, but the change in the weather makes it seem that more special to you.
And total bonus-they said I can come back next year.
Mentally, I am already there.