You know that sense of pride and accomplishment you get when you finish a job well done?  How good you feel when you are successful?  The high of doing what you set out to do?

I love that feeling.

Cleaning my house does not give me that feeling.  I get absolutely no satisfaction out of cleaning my house.  I hate doing it, and when I finish, I do not feel better.  No strong happiness or joy.  Nothing.

I mean, there are lots of things I do that while I do not enjoy the process, I thoroughly enjoy the end result.  Making booking phone calls, sewing, cross stitching, getting dressed in the morning….

But cleaning is just not one of those things.

In trying to understand the logistics of this lack of pride, I have come up with the following conclusions:

1. Because there are things in my house that need repair/my house isn’t really the way I want it, even when it is clean, it still feels dirty or undone to me

2. Resistance is futile.  My hours of work will come unraveled within ten minutes of the small people realizing my accomplishment.  A "Ground Hog Day" kind of sensation if you will.

It’s probably a little bit of both actually, but it still leaves me with the predicament of what is to be done?  I can’t leave it a mess all the time (well, can’t is probably the wrong word choice….) but the cleaning is SO PAINFUL and I Can’t. Get. No. Satisfaction.

Thoughts?

Okay, well not technically a rockstar, but he does make video games.

And the video game that he made all by himself (gush) is now on a big deal website.

And I am so proud of him because he’s already sold over 600 copies.  He doesn’t think it’s huge, but I am happy about it.  He is a total rockstar, and he doesn’t even know it.

It’s only $5, you should check it out.

Yes, that’s right I addressed you by your first name.  Listen, Mister Man, I got something to say to you.

First of all, No I did not vote for you and yes I am conservative.  But, for the record, as long as you don’t muck everything up too much with your liberal agenda, I will continue to support and sustain you, just like I said I would.  I didn’t make too big of a deal when you decided that you could spend my tax dollars on foreign abortions, so you’re welcome, but the conscience clause, really?

That’s taking it a little too far.

(To sum it up, the conscience clause allows medical professionals to abstain from performing procedures that conflict with their consciences/morals and Mr Obama would like to rescind that policy).

I am not an abortion fan, Barack.  I feel that in certain situations it is appropriate and perhaps even necessary.  But as a general rule, I think life is precious and should be supported.  There are many couples who would love to have children who would be happy to love and raise any pregnant woman’s unwanted child.  That said, however, I support the idea that everyone has a right to choose their own path.  People can make their own choices.  That’s the way it should work.

Everyone has a right to choose.

And that is why I support the conscience clause.  

It does nothing to take away abortions.  It only stands to allow doctors and nurses the same "freedom to choose" as you, Barack Obama, think women should have in their reproductive decisions.

For you to rescind the conscience clause is for you to essentially deny a different set of people the right to choose.  And that is hypocritical.

And frightening.

Because if you can take away the choices of medical professionals, who’s next?  Are you going to take away my choices too? Right now, I choose not to work on Sunday.  I choose not to smoke or drink.  Will you make me skip church to work for your government and take a mandatory smoking break?  Will you force me to have pain medication when I don’t want any? Will you make me get an abortion against my moral conscience if my family gets too large?  How far will you go or not go?

You are walking a dangerous line, Barack.  You better back down.  Don’t you dare take away someone’s right to choose in the name of free choice.   Don’t be that kind of man.  Don’t be that kind of President.  Leave it be.  Just leave it be.

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My posts are few and far between, yes I know.  But here’s the deal– I have all these great post ideas I have been meaning to do.  Many involve photos, and that’s the problem.

I’m just too lazy to deal with uploading and editing and uploading again.

Soon…  Maybe.

Well, nobody made me cry.  No one makes me do anything.

In celebration of Dr. Seuss’ b-day, we read and watched the Lorax today at preschool.   I haven’t seen or read The Lorax in a long time, so it was a treat.  And while we watched the video, I found myself getting all choked up.

Now, I love the earth jsut as much as the next person, but I am by no means a greenie green tree hugger or anything.  I try to limit my waste, my consumerism and I recycle, but I don’t consider myself an environmentalist.  I do small things to help the earth, and I hope they add up.

I think what got me the most about watching the Lorax, was that these beautiful, living things were torn down to be replaced with something dismal and empty.  The truffula trees are so gorgeous, and then they just come down and go away because of the once-lor’s love of money.  It just tugged me when the Lorax has to send the animals away because they can’t live in their own environment anymore, and he isn’t sure if they will survive.

Happy, joyous, life forced away, ripped from their homes and destroyed.  For no happy end.  Even the once-lor is alone and sorrowful in the end.  His quest for more, in the end, gave him less.

Hmmm….

Perhaps it is this displacement that upsets the environmentalists so.  Perhaps the Lorax is pullng me that way. 

Tonight I got caught behind a student driver.  How did I know it was a student driver?  Because in big, bold letters on the trunk of the sedan were the words: STUDENT DRIVER.  It made me wonder what the point was of imprinting those words on the back of the car.   I realized that the purpose was two-fold- one to warn you, so you can be cautious around the inexperienced driver and two so you can be a little more compassionate and understanding.

I think everyone needs a big label on the back of the car.  Labels like "Idiot Driver," "Distracted Driver", and "Eating a Big Mac Driver."  But maybe not even just the kind of driver you are, maybe, the labels should just say what’s happening IN the car: "Kids are Screaming Right Now" "Driver’s contact lens fell out," and perhaps even, "Driver’s bladder is full and still has another 45 minutes worth of commute."

I think this would surely reduce road rage.  People would be a little kinder, a little more patient even.  And definitely more cautious.  I would stay away from "Intoxicated Driver" or "Doing ten things besides driving driver."  Wouldn’t you?