Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Yay!

So my employee review was today, and apparently I passed with flying colors.
I got a promotion from a P1 to a P2 and will get my raise sometime around January after they have their budget allocation.

How awesome! I'm so glad. I'm proud of myself for keeping up with my work and doing my best and showing my boss I was a valuable member of my team.

WOOT!

Monday, November 24, 2008

all political opinions aside

I have a lot of republican friends who read this blog, my dad included, and a lot of democrats too..

Before I post this, let me say I'm not agreeing or disagreeing about Obama being president. I just think that it's pretty impressive what this young lady wrote.
She's 16 years old and she goes to my old high school, Palmer High, in Alaska.
She wrote this essay and it made it into the paper and blogs world wide.

I want to commend her for it, recognize how well it was written, and congradulate her for speaking out for what she believes. We need more kids to speak up about their beliefs and if half of them write as well as this one, we got a lot of smart, capable kids on our hands.

Like I said, I'm not jumping up and down screaming "YAY FOR OBAMA" I'm just proud of my hometown girl for what she wrote.

By Waverli Rainey
Spectrum
Published on Thursday, November 13, 2008 8:37 PM AKST

Being a Caucasian high school girl sometimes makes me forget a few things.

Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in social life, school projects, homework, and studies.

Sometimes I can forget what America looks like. Sometimes it takes a hateful word, a racial slur, or an act of disrespect to bring me to realization and clear my eyes and see. Sometimes it takes acts and images of hate to penetrate my daily thoughts and clear my mind of its clutter.

In 1955, a Baptist preacher by the name of Martin Luther King Jr. boycotted buses because a brave black woman refused to get up and move for a white man. In 1963, people came together to march to Washington in protest of segregation; and in the shadow of the Lincoln Memorial that man uttered the words “I have a dream.” Then, on April 4, 1968, the same man was shot to death. Now on Nov. 4, 2008, Sen. Barack Obama was elected the first African-American president of the United States of America.

Nov. 4 was a momentous moment for me. I went to the Wasilla Sports Complex for what was called a community event. We were told it was non-partisan because it’s a city building. However, once inside, it seemed as if it was a Republican-only event. Despite this, we stayed. Although I am too young to vote, I sat at the Sports Complex to see who would be the new president. I felt joy as I saw Sen. Barack Obama’s electoral points grow and grow. I clapped for and was impressed by Senator McCain’s graceful speech and his call for unity and support for the new president-elect.

I anxiously awaited what Present-elect Obama would say. Between speeches, a live band played music. However, when President-elect Obama began to speak, those running the event had to be asked to have the band stop so we could hear him speak. Eventually, they stopped playing, but we missed the beginning of the speech. Then half way through this historic speech, former Mayor Keller turned down the audio of President-elect Obama and put on a call from Governor Palin. I certainly understand the desire of Valley residents to hear from the governor, but if this was a non-partisan event, I feel that interrupting the next president was disrespectful. I also feel it did not represent the coming together of America that Senator McCain had only moments before asked his supporters to do.

The event was supposed to be for all parties, for all people, but it didn’t feel like it. I was shocked and offended. The event was supposed to be for supporters of Senators Obama and McCain and no one paid respect to President-elect Obama’s historic moment. Finally, another step toward complete equality and it seemed no one cared.

So the next day I borrowed my mother’s Obama shirt and walked into school wearing my pride on my chest. Finally the campaign was over and I was actively supporting our new president, even though I knew I would be vastly out numbered at school. I expected complaints and qualms about the new president, but I was not prepared for the flat-out racist remarks said openly in the halls and classrooms. I was appalled. While I sat at my desk trying to do my work I could hear my fellow classmates:

“I think we should kill Obama,” one said.

“I hope someone comes up and shoots him in the head,” another would say.

“I hate Obama … he’s black.”

On went the racist words for the full 80 minutes of that class. Angered, I began to think of the injustice of it all and the ignorance of the students I was surrounded by. I wondered where they learned to be so hateful, and I wondered why the teacher never stepped in - why no adult, no student, including myself, had the guts to cut in and say it was not OK. Because it’s never OK for intolerance. It is never OK to cut someone down and dehumanize them because they do not look like you, or think like you, or talk like you, or worship the way you do.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

All men are created equal. All men. That does not mean only if you’re the same color as me, think like me, talk like me, or worship who or how I do. It means regardless of age, gender, race, political affiliation, sexual orientation, or religion - we all have the right to life, liberty and happiness. Guilt does not follow race. All Arab-Americans are not Muslim extremists; being Arab-American simply means their family came from a certain part of the world. All Asian-Americans are not all like Kim Il-sung; Asian-Americans come from countries like China, Thailand, Japan, Taiwan and Singapore and they are not all the same. All African-Americans are not guilty of the genocide seen in places like Rwanda and Kenya.

If we were all guilty of the sins of our race, then what am I — a Caucasian high school sophomore from Palmer, Alaska — guilty of? Am I guilty of stealing land from their Native owners? Am I guilty of enslaving Africans? Am I guilty of the slaughter of entire races of people? Am I guilty of imprisoning Chinese and Japanese in American interment camps?

As a Causation high school girl, it’s easy to forget things like in America you wear a color — often called black, or white, or yellow, or red, or brown. We do not pick our name or race — we’re not chameleons who can change color at will, it’s how we’re born and raised. Being African-American, or Latino, or Asian-American, or Native American, or Alaska Native, or Arab-American is not a crime. Being Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, atheist, or agnostic is not a crime. Wearing a burqa on your head, or glasses on your face, or studying all views of the world and seeing the flaws of all governments is not a crime.

Sometimes I think of a place where all of our languages are mashed together, singing of our own multi-heritage pride; the pride of a truly unified America. A place where we can be proud of our accents because this is how American English sounds, too. A place where there is no more White Power! or Black Power! Where it’s American Power! Or better yet, where it’s Human Power! A place that proudly conjures images of colonists throwing tea into a harbor, Martin Luther King Jr. standing on the steps of Lincoln Memorial, and immigrants working hard to achieve their American dream all at the same time. We are the story of our culture and colors and I’d like us all to take pride in it.

I long for the day when the word American doesn’t bring the world to think only of a white high school football star, but also brings images of each of us as we are. This America would look like both a short blond girl with glasses, and like the son of a Kenyan father and a Kansas mother who was raised by his grandparents — a day when an American looks like ourselves — looks like us as individuals and at the same time as a community of all races and all people.

Waverli Rainey is a 16-year-old born and raised in the Mat-Su Valley.


You can read it here:
http://www.frontiersman.com/articles/2008/11/19/opinion/columnists/doc491d0c71aa9b4424387056.txt

Now... That being said. There is a lot of feedback and comments.. Some good, some bad, some downright ignorant and mean. People can say what they want, I would die for you right to free speech. All I'm saying is, be proud that one of our children had the courage and the insight to write something like this, even knowing people weren't going to agree with her. Most kids her age are more concerned with Myspace and The Hills and crap like that. Even if she had written an article on McCain and Palin I would be so proud of her for voicing her opinion in a eloquent and well thought out manner.

Good Job Waverli!

Friday, November 14, 2008

TGIF Bitches!

Thank goodness. I was starting to twitch. We were down to a mere 70$ in our bank account but Mike got paid today and we're all good now.
Time to pay bills and go shopping.
Not fun shopping.
Food shopping. Our pantry is full of half useless ingredients. I have canned veggies, rice, beans, but no meat, eggs or cheese.
To quote the great Ice Cube "YOU GOT KOOL AID BUT NO SUGAR, PEANUT BUTTER NO JELLY, HAM NO BURGER"
I got half ass meals all over the place.

So tomorrow or Sunday, we're going to go get our Costco membership and start buying complete meal stuffs. I need to start cooking most nights. Mike works so hard and he's on his feet all day and he gets home and he's starving so I want to be able to have a hot meal waiting for him.

Work is slow today, obviously or I wouldn't be blogging. I finished all my paperwork and now I'm just sitting here, feeling the baby pummel the hell out of my insides and trying to stay awake. I'm so tired. I can't get comfortable at night anymore. Between my belly, my boobs, the baby and mike snoring, I'm lucky to get maybe 3 hours.

I tell you what, first thing i'm doing when I get home is taking a nap. I'm just getting to old for this crap.
I wish I could fast fwd to april so I can have this baby already.
I only hope he's going to be as good of a baby as Caitlin was. No crying, sleeping through the night... she was a great baby. Then she grew up... ugh.

Well I better go pretend I'm working for the morning. I'm hoping the queues will fill back up after lunch and I'll have something to do. I hate not being busy. Makes your day drag on.

That's all for this random string of conciousness.

Peace!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

ow.

That is the word of the month. OW!
My belly cramps a lot, and all this stretching and growing has made OW my new favorite word. This baby is going to be huge... I have a feeling.

Funny thing last night:
I was kicked back in the recliner working on the baby's blanket and our tuxedo cat, Pixel, climbed up into my lap. He stretched out over my lower belly and started to purr. Almost immediatley the baby started kicking up a storm. I think he likes the sound of Pixel's purring. I could feel him squirming around and thumping away the louder Pixel got. It cracked me up.

Today is Veterans day. I just want to say, having come from a strong military family, THANK YOU to all our military personel. Thank you for your service, thank you for sticking it out even when you might not have agreed with why you were deployed... Thank you to the folks who stayed state side and took care of the returning wounded (like my dad) and did their jobs with pride, as well as to all our boys and girls serving over seas.
I love you all, and I'm grateful for your service.


I'm off to finish up my work before I go home. The baby is moving around a lot and my belly hurts, but I still have a couple more piles of paperwork to sort through before I head back home.