Getting away from Nothing

This week has been as unhurried as a sloth. I've spent my days strolling down the tranquil, deserted beach or curled up with a book traveling to places not so far away.

How do I change?

How do I change?
If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.

-Og Mandino,

Fed Up

Dear Mr. Obama,

I know you are running for President of the United States. I know a lot of people have donated tons of money to your campaign and you feel you must spend it.

All.

You know why I know this?

Because I have heard your stupid commercials a billion times. I hated to turn on my TV prior to this but now I am considering having the cable disconnected.

I hate listening to the radio now. I used to love to listen to it. Not any more. The five minutes I have in the car on the way to and from work is now taken up with your "spots".

SHUT THE HELL UP!

I am tired of it. I am tired of you.

I am tired of people calling my house and waking me up to see if I am going to vote for you.

HELL NO! Does that mean anything to you?

I realize you are keeping the printers, the post office, and the garbage men employed. But, send your damn flyers to someone who cares. And that is not me. Go drop them over Iraq or Africa. They need toilet paper over there.

I used to love the internet. Not any more. Your face pops up everywhere I click. Get a life. Get out of mine.

Now, today, you violated my cell phone. I got a stupid voice mail about your campaign. I couldn't hit #7 fast enough to delete it. It is now contaminated. I started running around like Lucy when Snoopy kisses her. "BLEAGH! Get hot water! Get some disinfectant! Get some iodine!"

Why don't you use the money you have received for some good? Bail out the stupid banks with it. Don't take any more of my hard earned money. You want my vote? Put your money where your mouth is. All talk and no action doesn't do a damn thing for me.

So shut the hell up. Quit wasting money trying to convince me that I want you to be my President. If you're going to run the country like your running your campaign then we are in a whole lot more trouble than we are now. You are showing no responsibility. None.

Leave my health care alone. It's fine. If I'm sick. I go to the Dr. They take my $20, tell me what's wrong and send me to the pharmacy for my $5 prescription. I can handle it.

Leave our military alone. They have a job to do whether or not you agree with it. It employs my three boys. They are earning a decent wage and learning discipline, self-respect and a trade all while protecting the very freedoms you enjoy.

This is supposed to be OUR Government. I don't want YOUR Government to control my life. I can and do make responsible decisions for myself. I don't need someone to make them for me. Leave me the hell alone.

Got it? I've had enough. That goes for every politician. Straighten your own life out. Mine is just fine.

Time Marches On

I'm adjusting to being alone. It sucks. I'm not adjusting well. I'll get there. It has only been a week.