Archive for October, 2008

Lame and Disappointing Update

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

So this is kind of a lame blog entry because I’m tired! After having to deal with an incompetent commenter yesterday who thoroughly insulted me and pissed me off above all else by ignoring what I wrote and then commenting again just based on the same old fox news misinformation. Sad. And heinously annoying because was that not again just what I was talking about in that blog? So if you do go back to read through the discussion, please keep in mind that I could not keep a handle on my language, so there are a few cuss words. There are two reasons why I cuss. That is when I’m drunk or when I’m mad. And I was most definitely not drunk. Anyone who knows me in person knows that I take a lot of pride into my intelligence and my education. So that is why I get fired up about certain ignorance. That’s all.

So after getting all fired up about that, I headed out to the Obama rally that took place in Kissimmee Florida with two of my coworkers. Unfortunately I don’t have a way to upload my pictures at the moment (hence the title of this entry), so you’ll just have to wait to hear about my experience until I have some visual entertainment for you as well. For now I will just say one word: Amazing.

Part one of Bill’s speech at the rally. You can poke around youtube for the other parts. It’s worth watching. Because it was definitely worth it to be there. Something anyone who lives in California will never get the chance to experience. I mean Wow. Totally worth the four hours of sleep I’m running on right now.

Okay that’s all. I get to look forward to coming home tomorrow to see my bubba Cale and I’m so excited!

Let’s Get Physical!

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Oh wait no, just kidding. Let’s get political! Just like some other blogs I read.

Why Stephanie? Why would you commit such an etiquette sin? Because it couldn’t be the week before the election without me weighing in. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve reached my breaking point from seeing far too many entirely false bulletins and email forwards pass in front of my eyes. Or maybe it’s the fact that I am just so inspired to be in Florida right now, where the campaign trail has exploded in this epic battle for crucial electoral votes, and because of that fact I am anxiously looking forward to seeing two American leaders tomorrow evening. Maybe it’s because for the past year I’ve been so involved and informed about the election. It has occupied a good portion of my thoughts. And this is the first time in my life that I’ve been political.

Why?

Okay I’ll tell you. I grew up in Bakersfield, California. The most conservative city in California, and the 8th most conservative in the entire United States. Don’t believe me? I grew up not wanting to be a doctor or an astronaut, but a Republican. Did I know anything about any of the issues? No. Did I know what the differences were between Democrats and Republicans? Only that Republicans were cooler. Because that’s what all my classmates and all my teachers were in elementary school. I was ashamed (ashamed!) of that fact that my parents were democrats. Oh for shame! Only poor people are democrats!

At least that is what I thought while I lived in Bakersfield. I moved to Fresno for college and became completely adverse to any sort of politics. Why? Who knows, maybe as I became more educated in college, learned about economics, and broadened my skewed little Bakersfield outlook on the world, I found myself at a turning point and was unwilling to accept the fact that my parents were (gasp!) right!

Then I moved to the Bay Area of California. And wow! Those “mansions” in Bakersfield? Nothing compared to the homes on my street. Okay, so I don’t live in one of them, but “technically” I share a street with $2+ million dollar mansions (and by technically I mean down the street quite a ways, but still very much the same road). And I drive by their vineyards and their iron gates that are guarded by lion statues, I wonder, why would Bakersfield residents be Republican and moan about taxing the wealthy if very few if any of them are technically wealthy? Especially if you look at the bay area’s political views and median income and compare it to Bakersfield’s median income of much less. Also, why would you vote for a plethora of issues solely based on religion if the other candidate holds the same values as you do? I’m sure people have their own reasons for voting the way they do, but I just hope that they are legitimate reasons and not out of social pressures or of misinformation, as I experienced while growing up.

I’ve spent the past year in many discussions with my husband, reading the news, watching the debates, and trying to understand all the facts and how they affect me in my everyday life. I’ve put more thought into this election than I have put into a lot of other areas of my life. So when I see people pass along erroneous and, to be honest, ridiculous information, I am sad. SAD to see how false information flows so freely through a lack of knowledge. A lack of understanding. A lack of desire to know the truth. Taxing the wealthy is taking away their hard-earned money? Only if you count passive income and capital gains as hard-earned. The majority of things I see and hear being talked about with regards to the tax plans are not accurate. (Just trust me on this one, unless you’d like a lengthy discussion. I mean this is my career and all). Obama is a Muslim and the antichrist? Muslims are angry and going to kill all Americans? STOP! How can you allow yourselves to pass on such hateful words? How can you associate your name as a courier of such slander? What makes you any different from those you claim to distrust when you yourself pass on lies as truths? How can I trust you?

So what then is true? Why don’t you start by reading the facts. Not on Fox News. Not on MSNBC. Start here and here. Take off your partisan hat for a moment and reflect on the truths. Think about the economy and how tax cuts for the wealthy have affected us through today. Think about whether this war we are fighting is even something to win. Think about whether we should being investing in our own country rather than Iraq. To conclude, I will leave you with something tangible to think about: why would the estate tax, whose exemption threshold of $2 million is already unattainable for 99% of estates, need to be taxed at lower rates and only for estates over the increased $5 million threshold as McCain has proposed? Does that seem like greed coming from the wealthy?

I think so.

Maintenance

Monday, October 27th, 2008

This isn’t an exciting blog. Just wanted to do an FYI, if your comments don’t go through, send me a message through the link up at the top of the page. I had to tighten my blocked discussions because an exorbitant amount of spam comments were coming through, needing moderation, and driving me nuts.

Told you it wasn’t exciting.

Oh AND becoming vegetarian just weeks before a work conference is not fun. The result is having to eat tomato, lettuce and onion sandwiches for lunch.

You do not want a hungry vegetarian during classroom trainings! It makes a grumpy Stephanie!

The positive part of this trip:

Look at what I saw on Sunday! .5 billion pictures to come.

Honeymoon in France

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

As I sit in an airplane, watching When Harry Met Sally for my second time, and sitting next to the sweetest older couple who are holding hands throughout the in-flight movie, I cannot help but think about Cale, my husband who I am leaving behind for a full week, and the last time we were on a plane together. It was a long trip home from our honeymoon in France. I realize that I was eager to tell the story of our wedding, but have lost my steam in telling the story of our two week long vacation in France. I grappled with how to tell the vacation story. Do I just load you with pictures and call it a day? That is one of the easier ways to blog lately, but now that I have three uninterrupted hours without internet, I figured writing it out would just have to do.

During the wedding reception, Cale proudly stated into the microphone that Surprise! We are going to France! Shock was an understatement. I never expected anything in Europe. I was ecstatic. Though I also had to welcome the long journey it would take to get there. Our first destination in France was St Pierre La Mer in the south of France. It took us about a full 24 hours to finally reach our destination. And after figuring out the fast-paced train station, battling language barriers while trying to get our rental car, and driving almost to Spain at one in the morning, we were exhausted, and well frankly, I was a mess. I was convinced we would have to sleep in the car on the side of the road since we could not find this little town by the sea. Heck we couldn’t find the sea! We sought some relief through Cherie FM, France’s soft rock station. After French song after French song, we listened and drove in the dark. And then I heard a song that reminded me exactly why we were in France. Everything by Michael Buble filled my ears with the comfort of the familiar. I cried and cried with relief. We soon after found our little apartment and went to sleep.

The first week was filled with walks to the beach, wines to drink, paninis and baguettes to eat, drives to the town to get on the internet because I was desperate to see any and all wedding pictures that I could. We did a lot of reading and relaxing, a perfect break after the stress of the wedding.

The week went by quickly, and before we knew it we were back on the train headed to our last week in France that would be spent in Paris. This time we were experienced in the train travel and were much more relaxed. Well I should say, it was really me who was terribly nervous during our traveling. It was something I had little experience in, and I was just terrified of being yelled at by French people. Cale was so wonderful at guiding me and trying to set my nerves at ease.

We arrived at our first hotel that was on the outskirts of Paris and decided to tackle their subway system and visit the mall. Well a short walk away from the mall, and we found ourselves at the Louvre. We spent the rest of the week at a hotel near the Arc de Triomphe and were busy walking around Paris and visiting all the must-sees: Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, and the Eiffel Tower. We treated ourselves to nice dinners, went shopping, and enjoyed seeing as much as we could. The city was so wonderful and historic. It was the perfect honeymoon.

And then the travel home. As you can tell, plane rides are not my favorite. After a long trip home, we got back and slept. And slept. And started our lives together as husband and wife. And now almost a year and a half later, I’m on another plane ride. Without him. And it makes me sad. But at least during my next plane ride on Friday I get to look forward to seeing him when he picks me up. While it won’t be the clichéd and romantic sweep me off my feet outside of the gate, it will be just as sweet. And my heart will be filled with that comfort and warmth when I’m back by his side.

Until then, I’ll just dream about it.