Despite my keen sense of adaptability (is that even a word?), I'm not really much one for change. I used to like Facebook. Until they changed the layout. But yesterday, MySpace launched this new 2.0 thing or whatever it's called. I took to it quite well. In fact, I kinda love it. And I took down my Barack Obama layout for something less political and maybe more cute. Not saying he's ugly..I'm just saying something different that the seriousness of politics. Anyway, I like my MySpace layout so much that I have now made it my blog layout. There's a gazillion layouts out www.pyzam.com if you're interested. Just don't use this one.
I wasn't planning on discussing this, but the TV is on for background noise. And Paris Hilton is auditioning people for a new best friend. So it makes me wonder, 1. WTF happened to Nicole Ritchie? 2. Why would anyone want to be Paris Hilton's bff? 3. Why do they just keep giving reality shows to any and everyone?
I'm thinking, what would the criteria be to find a new best friend? Do people actually go out and meet friends with a mental check list of what their friends should or should not be? What makes your regular friends different from good friends and different from best friends?
No, I'm not the girl that doesn't have any friends. I have friends. And I have my best friend. Who I didn't like when I first met, by the way. I'm just curious what makes people decide who is who and what is what.
And I'm thinking that I should have a blogger best friend search! How cool would that be? But Danielle, you can't play. Read the fine print. It's not for friends and family. You're already employed here.
I think that when I figure out how to pimp out my blog and get more than 2 followers (thanks for the pity, Brittany) maybe we can make a game and have new internet best friends that we don't know. Thoughts?
If you know me, you know that I have the worst memory ever. Truth be told, in my 30 years of life, I've been through more than most people at the age of 50. And I'm OK with that. The past is what made me who I am today. I'm writing this blog now to rant and to rave about a couple different things in no particular order. I know I warned you guys before about my bad formatting in blogs and whatever else I decide to write. But you're a smart person, you can figure it all out. Well, most of you are smart people. I won't name names....but you, you know who you are, you really are an idiot. No nice way to say it.
Back to the topic at hand, this week has been one of the most memorable weeks in my lifetime. And there aren't really many that I can remember. I remember the week my mom died, I remember the week of my son's birth, I remember the week my dad's life changed forever, I remember the week of 9/11, I remember the week I left Minnesota to come back home to California, and I remember the week that James and I became one. I know that's kinda cheesy, but we're not married and I don't want to say we starting going "steady" because that's even more cheesy. But this week we as a country made history. And I didn't think it could be done.
****For the record, I did NOT vote for Barack Obama based on the fact that he is black.****
I voted for Barack Obama because I want the troops to come home and stop fighting a war that is not ours, I believe that a woman has the right to choose what she wants to do with a fetus that is growing within her, I believe that we need to come together as a country and help each other to get ourselves out of this mess that Dubbya put us in.
I have friends that are Republican. I respect every one's opinions. I also like to tease and joke with people and people always tease me and joke back with me. On election night, a friend of mine and I had a bit of a political comment war on My Space. All in good fun. But then, Barack Obama was announced the projected winner. And then all the sudden, this particular Republican friend of mine was no longer in the mood for teasing and joking. Apparently, no Republican was in the mood for happiness or positivity of any sort. Poor John McCain trying to give his concession speech had to tell his followers numerous times to stop booing and be proud and to give support to the new president elect. McCain's speech gave me more respect for him because he was such a supporter for the country that he loves so much, he was just honored to make the presidential ballot and honored that he still has the opportunity to serve the country he loves. He was very gracious in his loss.
I wish I could say the same for the majority of Republicans that I've encountered who took the loss with him.
Within hours, I was seeing people posting My Space bulletins saying how the country is going to hell. Our president elect supports terrorism. If he's not white, he's not right. He's Muslim. He's this he's that. Every American that voted for him is an ignorant person who voted for him JUST BECAUSE HE IS BLACK.
It amazes me how people are. I can guarantee you that if McCain had won the election, there wouldn't be all this trash talking. In my disgust for the way people are talking and posting these bulletins chalk full of lies, I changed my status on My Space to "Tiffany wonders why people can't lose gracefully". This caused a bit of friction with my friend as she thought I was taking target directly at her. We went back and forth with a few messages and I eventually was indirectly accused of believing views other than my own are not of value. I never said anything like that. I just am really disappointed in the way this is all being handled.
I read an article yesterday on ktvu.com that really saddened me. A black family in Pleasanton, CA with a Barack Obama sign in front of their home, woke up to slashed tires and the front door spray painted with threats. Can anyone please tell me what year it is?
I am disgusted by the way people are acting. I didn't vote for George W. Bush in either election. I didn't act the way these people are acting now. No one did. So it makes me wonder, since you damn Republicans keep pulling the race card, would the loss have been softer for you if Barack Obama's name was Bill Olson, he was white, and a Bible thumping Christian? Because that's all you seem to talk about. Does his religion really matter? Since when did being Muslim make you a terrorist? Does that mean that every Pakistani, every Afghani, every Iraqi is a terrorist too? Of course not. And for one to think that way, you'd have to have your head so far up your prejudiced ass that you smell shit for a week. I don't personally know anyone that voted for Barack Obama based solely on the fact that he is half black. Half!! The other half is white! But that doesn't matter either. He could have been blue with orange stripes and silver polka dots and I would not have cared less. His race is simply an added bonus to the package. I am excited for and proud of our country for electing him president despite his race. I never thought I'd see the day when we would have someone of color (black, Hispanic, Asian, Indian, etc.) in the White House. And you should be proud too.
WOW! I am so proud to be an American. I honest to blog didn't think that in my lifetime I'd see a black president. I am so happy that we have come so far, even though clearly, we have so far to go. I've never been so excited for an election. This is definitely one for the history books. I literally have tears of joy. So to everyone, thank you. Everyone's vote counts. We did it. My faith is officially restored.
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