A Break...

I am off for an entire week. I know, fellow bloggers, eat your heart out…

What I have done: Caught up on television! I have been taping Project Runway (isn’t this show hilarious) and America’s Top Model (again, hilarious) and I finally got around to watching them. Both shows are in some very good and creative seasons. I am pleased.

Caught up on reading! The most recent issues of most magazines have been excellent. Palin, Palin, Palin, and I, like most Americans, cannot get enough election coverage.

Caught up on sleep! It is a glorious feeling to be able to get a nap each day.

Caught up on the gym! I made great workout progress this summer and have returned to the track and Gold’s.

The pictures posted are some highlights...

My Very Own Republican National Convention Scrapbook!

Captions for my Republican National Convention Scrapbook...

1. 80’s Fashion truly is making a comeback…






2. And first lady Laura Bush agrees.

3. Oh, it was Gerald Ford who died…. My bad… I that it was this guy. Then, why is he with reformed alcoholic Betty Ford?

4. “I been a Republican since Lincoln, and I ain’t changing. If Rosa could stay on that bus, then I show can stay in this party! Segregation today, segregation tomorrow…"

5. Benedict Arnold was in attendance.

6. Representing the great state of Georgia… and Hazzard County...

Boss Hog.

I guess it really is true...

More McCain means more of the same...

Sarah Palin and tall... is simply not tall enough!

For some it seems as though first impressions are lasting impressions and this seems to have been the case for McCain in regards to Palin.

Beautiful, intelligent, and a staunch conservative, Plaines appeared to appeal to a group of Republicans who were not connecting to McCain. Never mind the fact that Palin would be one of the most inexperienced Presidents in history or that few Americans had ever heard of her or knew of her political convictions. None of that matters when you are Miss Congeniality (Palin won this title in 1984).

Palin seemed like the perfect pick. It is hard to argue against the war in Iraq with someone who has a child fighting in Iraq. It is hard to argue against abortion with someone who has a child with Downs Syndrome.

However, it is also hard to argue for abstinence only education when you are someone who has a teenage daughter who has conceived a child out of wedlock. It is also hard to argue against big government and more accountability in terms of spending when you are someone who has more earmarked deals than the majority of other U.S. governors.

A number of minor “news quakes” have rocked the McCain-Palin ticket in the days since his announcement that Palin would be his running mate. A pregnant unwed teenaged daughter, a history of earmarking work with lobbyists, and affiliation with the Alaskan Independence Party (which questions whether statehood is good for Alaska), are all things that should have propelled McCain away from Palin as the Republican Vice Presidential nominee-if McCain truly knew these things about Palin.

Poor John McCain. It seems as if he failed to do his homework. And as any student will tell you, failing to do homework can result in dire consequences come report card time…

Until Alaska becomes its own sovereign nation,
-Zack Kirk

Zack, where have you been?

Where are you going

with the long face pulling down?

Don’t hide away like an ocean-

you can see, you can smell

and the sound of your waves coming down.

I am no superman not at all-
I have no answers for you.

I am no hero and that’s for sure.
Lyrics from Dave Matthews’ “Where Are You Going”

A new school year is underway. The beginning of a new school year is always a hectic time. New students, new co-workers, and new policies always hit hard.

In addition to starting a new year at my high school, I started a new year at my adjunct position and took an extra course to help out the school and to help out my bank account. The goal is a new car in June… hopefully.

I cannot get a new car until I finish my dissertation. The dissertation- another reason I almost took a month long break from belonging.

But I am back and ready to blob about those VPs and that pregnancy…

-Until tomorrow‘s post…
Zack Kirk

A loss..

We are dealing with our loss in our own ways...
Here is another poem of comfort that speaks
to me of the ways I knew our co-worker, our
teacher, our friend...

Mending Wall-

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

Robert Frost

(explanation forthcoming....)

An Ice-Dream Deferred...

So I am leaving work and I start craving an ice-dream cup from Chik-fil-a. I pull into the restaurant and park. I wanted to go through the drive-thru but the line was too long. I walk inside and to my delight there was a line with only one customer waiting. It was a man and his two daughters (around 6 and 4) and they were placing their order.

I wait.

When the line to my left moved two customers, I decided to see what could be the problem. I started to listen.

“Honey, what do you want?”

The customer, dressed in his suit, was allowing his two daughters in plaid school girl uniforms to decide what they wanted to order. It’s great when kids can make choices, but this ten-minute decision process was getting ridiculous.

At six, my mother would ask me what I wanted and she would place the order for me. If I did not know, I had better decide quick and in a hurry.

“Does the cole-slaw has carrots and raisins, cause I don’t like the raisins…”
“Well, it does have raisins and carrots because it is pre made…”

What? The manager was talking to the little girl as though she was an adult.

SHE IS SIX YEARS OLD!

It is great that she is being taught to make decisions, but the line at Chik-fil-a is not the place for her life long lessons in fiscal or physical responsibility.

Give these girls a kid’s meal nugget and a couple waffle fries and keep it moving…

In frustration, I left, with out an ice-dream. I guess some dreams are simply not meant to be.

No Longer King of the Hill…

The metro Atlanta area boasts some colorful characters in the realm of politics and public service. Vernon Jones (former CEO of DeKalb County), Myron Freeman (former Sheriff of Fulton County), Ron Sailor (State Representative who has missed the most votes during the current legislative session) and Joyce McKibbens (mayor of Lithonia) have all garnered media attention as much for their public actions as they have for their public service (or in Sailor’s case, the lack thereof). However, for the past four years, it has been Clayton County Sheriff Victor Hill who has stood as the most colorful character in the bunch.

Hill was defeated in last night’s election and I am remiss. Victor Hill was a rabble rousing lil rascal and made great fodder for the Atlanta media. I cannot imagine a week’s news broadcast without the lil guy. What will Monica and Bill Jim talk about not that lil Victor is on his way out of office?

Consider this:

On his first day in office, Sheriff Hill fired twenty-seven sheriff deputies, reportedly because he wanted the department to look like the constituents they served. He even had the policemen taken from the building under the cover of snipers and loaded into a padded wagon to be escorted from the premises.
-Atlanta Journal Constitution

And this:

A former Clayton County Sheriff’s department employee claims that Sheriff Hill used money from department vending machines and forfeited drug money on art pieces of black cowboys and lynch mobs. Vending machine money, according to the former employee, once went to an annual Christmas party.
-Creative Loafing (July 1, 2008: Thomas Wheatley)

Victor’s term in office was hilarious (to me at least… I live in DeKalb County, not Clayton).

I’m going to miss you, lil man...