Voice

A few days ago, I was discussing our present political dilemma with my man Charlie. He was evidently feeling some stress.

"You know", he said. "This is nuts. Everyone throwing all this political. . . stuff. . at me. I've had enough. Maybe if I lived in a state where my vote actually counted. . . I'd rather work on my truck."

Yeesh.

My response: "Honey, your voice does count for something. You are part of a collective force, of strong, dedicated people, who stand united, proud, and unafraid in their determination to vote for what is right. Right politically, right morally, right all the way around. They are unapologetic and unashamed, backed by high ideals, traditions, values, etc. They can't help but make a difference. Such people are the reason this country was founded the way it was, they are the force behind whatever is holding it together, they are the only hope for the future. You should be oh so ecstatic to be a part of that voice, that force, that does not break ranks, that may actually save the future of the free world, and that will preserve, at the last, at least in part, the way of life that our courageous forefathers envisioned. . . for us and for our posterity. There ya go, Honey. Feel better?"

I'd say that ^ was something that counted. Today and in the final analysis.

Raise your voice. Feel free to speak.

A Star Wars Dream

I feel like Princess Leia.

"Help us, Mitt Romney! You are our only hope."

The evil Chancellor McCain is somehow being considered as a candidate for Emperor. Even now his evil henchman are attempting to take over the world. Known as Hillary, Obama, and Shmuckabee, they ravage the land, in search of anyone whom they can convince to join the dark side of the force. McCain has turned against us, plotting in secret all the while, his devious trickery and flattering words deceiving thousands. . . .

Is there no one who can yet save the Empire? I mean, the Republic?

Mitt Romney, may the force be with you. . . .

Sunday, February 3rd

This morning we woke up, threw open the drapes, and were inspired by another beautiful Rocky Mountain snow storm in full swing outside our window.

"Ah. Sure looks like global warming." my husband commented cheerfully.

I grinned. "Absolutely!" I agreed. "Let's cook up some venison, and watch the Super Bowl!"

I love living in Utah! : )

"Maybe they'll cancel church." suggested our oldest boy hopefully, anxious to contribute.

"Very funny."

I wrinkled my nose at him, disgusted. Our church house is 2 blocks away, and we've had a snowstorm every other day for the past month or so.

"Buck up, my little friend! Pull on your boots, and quit your whining."

Kids these days. : ) Sigh. He wants to play in the snow. The boys have yet to make their traditional mid-winter igloo. . .

Yeah, Baby!

Apparently I need to review my latest 'offensive' blog. . . Charlie says that I am opinionated and that I come on too strong. (He must have forgotten that this is an election year.) Plus it is evidently uncool to refer to someone by just their initials. I should spell out the whole name.

In addition, the phrase "Yeah, Baby." is evidently too much. I called him on it and he didn't want to fight.

"Do what ever you want." he said. "Don't get me wrong. I guess it's just . . your style."

I asked him. "Are you offended by that?!"

Can you guess what he said?

"Yeah, Baby." : )

Ha ha ha.

Perilous Times / Vote Mitt Romney

In all seriousness, the race for the presidential nomination has become, quite literally, morally imperative. I'm seriously, sincerely concerned. Huckabee needs to bow out now, gracefully, or otherwise. My brother is of the opinion that he's just staying in the race for the purpose of siphoning votes from Romney, and other selfish impulses. Right on. I wonder if H has any idea what is at stake here, and just what his choices could bring about. Right now, this minute, he is one of the most powerful people in the world. He could effectively destroy the future for our children. Ron Paul seems to have some sense, but like I pointed out to family members, he is a moot point. . . at this point, if we are talking about someone who actually has a chance to win, and perhaps, affect, influence, actually change our country for the better. We are hangin' on by a thread here. It could go either way. Better start praying. . . praying that Huckabee shows some class, some compassion, (oy), and takes himself out of the race. Officially. Good Night! Or that people everywhere take off the blinders, wake up, and do the 'right' thing. Yeah, Baby.