middle class

i think that tons of people at one point have more then likely stated the very same thing i about to type about...but it is still puzzling to me...people may not agree with me..if you disagree..go ahead..that's you opinion..

i am confused...

..ok..here it goes..i support Bush..i know i am a horrible person..shutup..my soldier is in Afghanistan..i know my facts and i still like him..i don't vote..i have no right to bitch about him..however i don't understand the concept of the man who represents America and its people being someone who has grown up his whole life in a sheltered high class society...i mean more then 35 MILLION AMERICANS live in poverty..that would be about 1 in 10 people....so why if so many Americans live in poverty or below it or in middle class have we voted in a representative who was born to a former president, his grandfather is a former US Senator, he went to primary school at Phillips academy and for college attended the prestigious school known as Yale..this really screams middle class average family. And yet i wouldn't want some random guy to be "ruling the world" i cringe at the thought that each president reaches movie star status (don't get me wrong i understand the importance of the president) and yet still says he is the voice of the American people..who suffer and even in modern day society fight poverty and hunger just like 3rd world countries...odd...

...ok don't get me wrong..average Joe president would more then likely ruin our foreign affairs policy and i don't think changing the United States Seal to include "GiT R Done" would prove popular with most but its just depressing..

..and its not just Bush..i am not a Bush basher..once again ..i like him..and despite the news a lot of the troops respect him too..he has increased there pay..remember the news isn't always the truth..

..i mean JFK came from a wealthy Roman Catholic family..

..Bill Clinton went to Georgetown,Oxford and Yale..his brother is a drunk though..i guess he doesn't count

..Reagan's father was a drinker too..but Reagan was an actor first..interesting

..most of the previous presidents i researched had normal childhoods..Yet lived well in later years...however anyone before Jimmy Carter wasn't born in a hospital..the woods maybe??...OK kidding..

..I guess my point is that as movie stars become more god like creatures that we hold on pedestals (even after there moments in rehab or after they beat up a car with an umbrella while they are bald) we are also idolizing are president..and to me it is sad..shouldn't the person who represents the American people and claims to be one of them in society..actually be one of us..normal..

..i am confused

..i will never make anymore political posts since i got this out of my system..

on a slight delay..

for lack of better words...i am a slacker

i am working alittle and doing alittle bit of other things...i have to completely gut my room by next tuesday or wed. hmm not happening. i havent even started. I have a mattress but no bed..things seem to be going as plans..hah yea right.

the mom and dad are going to the beach for the weekend. nothing intense to write about..i will update later and take this one down once i can be deep.

sunshine..

..now thats hott...

...i am one of the guys

..i know..i just quoted paris hilton in the headline..shoot me..

..last night i drank bud light from a can and sat around with 3 guys one being the man while they smoked and said guy stuff..i quote.."thats hott ...you just drank a beer"... it was nice, nice to not be like.."no i dont drink beer" which means.."buy me an expensive drink" ..it was nice to talk about 400 hp and actually understand the conversation..it was nice to tell construction stories about work and falling in the mud, it is nice to know my best friend is a guy and wont worry about whether i look prettier them him when we go out, it is nice to not feel like i have to impress guys they are my equal..it is nice to be one of the guys...

i met the soldier being one of the guys..we were at a racing type meet thing and i had the slowest vehicle there which immediatly made people talk about the jeep slowness and point me out..it was his graduation and i was single so of course he gravitated towards me, i am not being cocky, thats just how guys are. they taught me about cars and quizzed me on what carbon fiber was and that was the beginning of a long lasting love affair with being the fastest and being a girl..so far i am the fastest girl not the fastest in my group but that is ok because i have slowly realized i am the only girl..the soldier watched over me as i dated every other guy and kept me safe just like a soldier is suppose to and as those guys came and went he was still standing right beside me...

i remember so clearly..we all sat around a table and Mr.H walked in and said "i have never seen 4 guys be so quiet" ...sad enough there was 3 guys and me...i am used to it...

maybe i will just always be one of the guys and be able to drink bud light and not feel like a man..there is a difference!!

i am one of the guys..

..damn that ...

...irrelevent to most posts but...last night during family night..piggy tails...yay...the hairs are long...

..damn that pink bubble blowing piggy.....all alone it the rain...

...no matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow..

..i am excited

.....spring and what comes along with it...

lists..i love making lists, daisies, the last bite of a favorite meal on the deck, horses in the field behind my house, cherry blossoms, thunderous rain when it is hot outside, ice cream from carolina creamery, a bucket of golf balls at night at the driving range, lighting bugs across my yard, drinks with little umbrella's, fresh cut green grass, playing card games on the back deck, small talk, a bonfire thats too hot to get close to, driving with the windows down, breaking out the tank tops and skirts, easter and brightly colored smooth eggs, 1st days of school for the little man in my life, visits to family, bunnys in my grass, driving with the top down, ..i will miss it..rip jeep..,sleeping with my windows open, feeding duckies...

..i truthfully hate being on the computer so much but most of the time it is work related...i have a few little +'s such as the invention of instant messaging outlets..i could talk to the soldier all day long..is that a bad thing..

..we used to hang out everyday for as long as i could remember until the day i met him in a hotel room, ate pizza and said goodbye to him..he went to basic..the beginning of a friendship in passing..but i pride myself on the fact that after 2(or is it 3) yrs in the army we lean on each other like no other..glue buddy glue...it will never be goodbye..always i will see you later..

..the anticipation of summer is even more then spring...hot and sweaty july nights, frizzy hair, fireworks, the warm spot in the pool, beach trips, watermelon cut with the biggest knife in the kitchen, dive trips that may come,big sunglasses, white dresses with flip flops, street racing, driving 100 around a turn on worn tires and feeling like i am going to die..thanks solider and...the best thing...the solider comes home..oo cant forget little mans birthday...3..omg...

i am excited...

ciao ciao

..i am loved..

the more i type into this addiction..the more i feel the need for clarification..i have my family and i have my friends and i have my boyfriend and i have my best friend and i am complete with those things in life..

they will all be classified as so..if you know me then you know names..the boyfriend i dont think will like most of this stuff in here or that will be in here not because he is against any of it but he wont see the need in me doing this..but we will see maybe things will be different ...ok maybe he wont..he is making fun of me right now as i type and asking questions..for many reasons like my mom and dad dont research into these things they wont have an imput..we will see about the best friend...


...i went vespa riding with my dad earlier this evening..i instantly felt italian ..ok so i am italian..i felt extremely italian...it was nice, we rode around and looked at the new houses and talked about growth and expansion and how homes sell..funny to me because thats all we ever talk about..construction related topics..he truely strives for me to be a boy..i know it.


..he is such a calm man..today he was random i walked out side to see him frantically walking around the house with some twiggy looking kid and pointing at trees..too bad it wasnt a kid..it was some guy who showed me a gun shot wound with in five seconds of our conversation starting..very strange yet amusing..with in mins of the conversation beginning it ended with the guy walking away mid sentence..attention span of a gold fish..and then pulling out a chainsaw and there went half of our yard..trees gone..dad said he was a resgistered arborist..ok any guy who gets out of a beat up dodge shows you his bullet wound and then says hey i will cut down your trees for cash doesnt seem like the type of guy to register for something let alone have the title..arborist..attached to his name..but still my dad was oblivious..he really thought this guy was geniune..maybe he was alittle..but nothing near what my dad thought, i couldnt help but laugh when my dad looked at him and said hey man you need to slow down and breathe look people in the eyes and be calm..i just wanted to scream..crack.. ok that wasnt nice.. but it was true..very weird, and now we have about 40 trees just laying all over our yard..and how is this better then it was before..


..i cant eek out deep today sorry..


..i love my dad..and being italian too..

EDIT: i dont feel like proof reading tonight..spelling and grammatical errors are just gonna have to be delt with..

lean on gas and off the clutch

..i am lucky

i said something today that made me think.."i am your glue"

..i am lucky..i get the chance to speak to someone half way around the world on a daily basis..which seems so easy right..if someone were on vacation such as a boyfriend in italy you could speak with them daily..how about a best friend in the middle of the desert surrounded by mountains and having to be on guard duty against attacks from insurgents..i should not be able to talk to him everyday but i am fortunate..very.

i hate..oh wait..i strongly dislike (thanks mom) those people who try to force feelings out. those people who must show the deepest emotion at all times..they try deep to much and they take it to an extravagant level..to just get it out there none of my close friends fake deep..dont panic..just those people who try and have it eek from there pores..please tell me you know what i am talking about right..the ones with some sort of crap symbolism in every step...yes those people..i hate this phrase but it just fits...be true..

...oo but i do love those people who the sun shines on them every day..you know the people who smile and should wear yellow everyday of there small quite lives..and they like it that way..simple and bright..i am them..sunshine..

sometimes..

i will be in a box soon with a cherry on top..

i am lucky..