THIS IS ME RIGHT NOW. I just wanna watch football.
…but I love the way you’d roll excuses off the tip of your tongue.
Caution, bold opinions beyond this point
I’m honestly officially disgusted by the Occupy Wall Street movement. At first I didn’t understand it when it first started. Then like a normal human being I did my research, and even then was still a little fuzzy, but I pretended like I understood. Then I got it, for real. I thought it was a little scattered and odd but everyone is entitled to fight for their right to metaphorically party.
Sure am I mad about how our system works? Of course. Am I mad that I quit my job at the start of a recession and forced myself into graduate school? Yes (albeit, irrationally). Does it tear me apart everyday that my smart and hardworking father is screwed out of a job going on 3 years now? Absolutely. Is it sad that I have to use my life savings to pay for my health insurance because I have a skin disease that I need daily medication for? Totally.
But, I am proud to live in a country where at least I can get an education, have a loving family (job or no job), and at least have access to doctors and proper health care. Regardless of whether or not our system is flawed, at least we have one that allows us to be free. Our country doesn’t block information, we are entitled to know most of what goes on in the world around us.
I think this movement completely tarnished the right to public assembly and mocks the hard fights innocent people fought in countries where they were being oppressed. Libya and Egypt protested for their freedom and their lives. We have people setting up tents because they hate the system… makes total sense.
I will say I think it’s absurd that law enforcers would throw away books, that is just plain spite. It can also be noted that occupiers showed brilliantly the power of community and communication. So I will give them that (begrudgingly).
It is nice to see people being passionate about an issue, I just think it’s gone too far and the original intent of the message has not been received.
I love this country, and some people should learn to value what they’ve got. At times it doesn’t seem like much, but trust me the little you have to hold onto might be all you need.
For as long as I can remember whenever I asked my dad what nationality we were, he always proudly said American. My dad’s family has been in this country dating back centuries and since that time the Fleming family has proudly served this country.
It is a day like today that I remember my grandfather, Harold Fleming, for being a brave solider. During World War II he fought with the Army’s 106th infantry division, “The Golden Lions”. His division was sent, in the middle of the winter and in feet of snow, to fight which is now known as The Battle of The Bulge. This month long battle is considered one of the bloodiest battles the US fought during the war. My grandfather was one of over 25,000 soldiers captured during the war. As a POW he was able to escape from the Germans and make his way back to safety. For his heroic efforts during the war he was awarded a Purple Heart.
My grandfather fought during the war, as well as his three brothers. His brother George served for the Army while aboard Navy ships. His brother Francis, also with the Army, was a gunman on a PT boat. Whom, off the coast of Okinawa, shot down a Japanese kamikaze plane. Unbeknownst to Francis, his brother Howard, was on the island of Okinawa at the time. With the Army, he completed 5 beach landings around the island (he also completed 2 beach landings on Guam). Amazingly, he too was able to come home to tell his tales of shell shock. He was also awarded the purple heart. It still amazes me that 4 brothers went off to war and all four came home.
Following in my family’s footsteps, my dad also served in the army, during the Vietnam war. I wonder sometimes if I were not a girl if I would have served in the Army like all the brave men before me did.
Today, I thank the heroic men in my family for keeping America everything it is and should be. Of course, it goes without saying the same sentiment holds true to the brave men and women currently serving our country and who have in the last decade.
Will: also this
Me: bouncin boobiesssss
William: boobies boobies boobies boobies rockin everywhere?I found you this new boobie..?yes/no/maybe?
Me: HAHAHHAHA omgggggggggggg WILL hahahahhahaha
William:whats the problem?
Yesterday was Halloween and I joked that of all things I decided to throw on yesterday it was a leopard print shirt. I wasn’t trying to be anything and spent the majority of the day away from people. The girl in starbucks said she liked my costume and I gave her a weird/confused look and then she remarked, “oh you’re not wearing a costume are you?”. I didn’t even think. Will’s 7 year old niece also asked me, “are you a cat?”. OOPS.
But the funny thing is as I’m just now catching up on a weeks worth of google reader’s worth of fashion blogs (as I spent most of last week sick and asleep), I notice this:
Kendi, probably my favorite blogger, was also spotted wearing a leopard shirt. Weird. haha.