So you don't like the guy... I freakin' get it.

It's okay to have your opinion. I don't mind people having their own opinions. That's being yourself. Being an individual. Fine. Whatever. But when you have an incredibly young, easily influenced mind in the form of your son, I think you should let him form his own opinion. It's hard for him to do that when you are constantly staying negative things about public figures you don't like... Say for example... the President. Okay, fine. You don't like him. We get it. You think he is on television too much. You think he wants all of the attention on him all of the time. You think he should be like all of the former presidents and stay away from the media, away from the public eye (at least as much as is possible being the President). Fine. That's fine. Think what you want. You're allowed.

But I have to say, him being in the public eye, talking to the media, doing these things... That doesn't make him less effective as President. Sure, he may want people to think he is just a "regular Joe"... What's wrong with that? He WAS just a regular guy. Then he got voted into the Senate and then into the Presidency. Well, damn. I guess since he is President now, he should just shun all things normal. Ask for his water to be sparkling and served only with fresh strawberries. What the hell?

Your son got pissed off because the President gave a little speech before the Baseball All-Star game tonight--why? Because of your influence. But then the previous four presidents gave little speeches too, and he was okay with that... So, what? If former President Bush gives a speech before a game, that's okay? But not current President Obama?

Jesus. Just get over it.

My Dream Last Night...

I mentioned to Rachel that I had a dream that involved her and her brother, Frank. And, I have kept her in suspense for quite a few hours now while I was racking my brain trying to get an A on my biology exam... So, wait in suspense no more--However, I do feel like I should preface this by saying that the dream wasn't EPIC or anything. Just a little out of the ordinary. Heh.--Carry on...

So this little dream of mine started out with me moving to a new part of the country. I don't really know where... (I assume that since Rachel and Frank made appearances it was near the Illinois area. Unless, that is, they really like me a lot and they drove hours and hours to help get me settled into my new home! (If that was the case, THANKS YOU GUYS!) ) After I had arrived in this new city, I ran into an old friend of mine who no longer speaks to me IRL (the reason for this has never been made known to me, so I am left only with speculation about this issue), but in my dream we were friends again I guess. She asks me to follow her into a public bathroom where she proceeds to show me fresh bruises and cuts all over her body from her new, and apparently abusive, boyfriend. She seemed proud of these bruises and cuts, and I had no idea what to say to her. I just stood there and stared.

At this point, Frank reaches into the bathroom, pulls me out, and tells me we have to get back to my new apartment because Rachel is there waiting for us. (Forgive me for keeping you waiting Rachel... I had no idea you OR Frank were coming to help me move in. I would have had food in the fridge if I had known... :-\ My bad.) I have to say though, Frank, thanks for pulling me out of that bathroom. I think my feet must've been glued to the floor since I wasn't able to turn around and walk out.

A split second after being pulled out of the bathroom, we are in my new apartment and I am opening my FIRST piece of mail--and it wasn't a bill! WHOO! I open it and inside I find this amazing goodness!!!

Now, I want you ALL to note, that these popsicles were STILL FROZEN after having gone through at least a day in the hands of the postal service! How they were still frozen, I have no idea... And I wondered how they were still frozen in my dream as well. Naturally, I looked to see who had sent me such a fantastic treat--it was Rachel! I asked her how she did it, and she just shrugged and said, "I'm good like that." In the background, Frank just looked at me and rolled his eyes.

Then we all shared the best and most magical popsicles in the world!

So, Rachel...? How did you do it???

(By the way, I'm pretty sure the reason you were both in my dream was because I had just read the new blog posts before I went to bed last night. And I knew it was your birthday Rachel! Lol.)

Why Another Blog???

So, I decided to start this new blog. You may be semi-familiar with me from my other blog, and you can keep reading that one as well if you want... BUT, that one is really for my family to be updated on the goings-on in my life... It's not really what is on my mind, or how I truly feel about certain things. That is what THIS blog will now be used for.

I want to be able to speak my mind with as many or as few curse words as I feel necessary at that moment, and not have to hear about it later from various family members. If I know you IRL, and you think I may be talking about you in something I may post on here... you may be right. You can talk to me about it if you want, but you should realize that this blog here is MY territory. I can speak my mind when I want about whatever I want.

Thank you very much! :-D