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It's the Weekend

Good heavens it's finally the weekend and I couldn't be more thrilled. I hate living for the weekends, it's like being back in school. I finally got around to making the ripe bananas into banana bread. Mr Smith is working late tonight and I wanted to surprise him by doing something I said I'd do two days ago. Can you have overly ripe bananas too ripe for bread? We'll see I guess.

I'm not sure what plans we have for the weekend (obviously none) except to wish summer away into fall! I'm excited for scarf season, even though Mr Smith isn't particularly fond of them. He doesn't realize that I don't get dressed for him anymore. Okay, he realizes. I've actually had my hair in a pony tail for the last three weeks because I don't take the time to blow dry my hair. My sleep is so much more important. I love waking up with Mr Smith and like to come into on my own terms, not an alarm clock and never at 6 or 7 AM. But ya know, we're glad to have jobs. 

We watched the Democratic Convention last night. I tried to stay up for Obama, but couldn't make it. Biden annoyed me and I soon fell out of consciousness. I guess I like to hear what the two parties have to say. I just happen to agree with more of the Republican principles. Politics on both sides annoy the crap out of me. Both conventions make it this game of flattery.  I also just miss the debate. I really enjoy watching both sides stand up for why they agree or disagree. That way some truth is told. The conventions come off more prideful.

The average American doesn't understand what a trillion dollar deficit is and how we can change a country.  I don't know the hows and that's why I'm not running for President or anything like that. I don't want to have to stand on a stage and say how women are #1 and thank the troops every 3rd sentence. Don't get me wrong, I love women and value our troops, but I'm not out seeking political favors.

I vote for people whose principles I value so that I can trust them to make the right choices when the tough situations come. I'm conservative for a reason. Do I think money and price tags matter in heaven? No, they don't. But here in a capitalist America, it's how we survive.

I think it's a little ... questionable and naive to think we can all make the same amount of money and live in the exact same way. I don't know all the laws and in what ways they exist, but I don't believe the rich have all federal favors. Do I think there needs to be motivation for those on top to make it there? Yes. Do I think there needs to be motivation for those on top to give back to those who aren't? Yes. We'd like to think they just would, but I'm not going to force them. I don't think handouts teach any lessons or allow anyone to grow.  I think we have to start at the family level, the education level, the youth services level.   I think that is where I want to see people start to care more, really being better parents instead of blaming one man for all their mistakes & misfortunes. 

I think our country is becoming extremely divided. And no, I don't think it will get much better, but I know we can find common ground. I just don't know if we'll ever get there at this time.

I'm ready for the millennium.


God can cure all the sickness and all the pains, but he doesn't.
He provides a way, but it doesn't mean we stop feeling,
even if we remember to ask for his help.
We're meant to learn and rise above. No one can stop that but yourself.


The banana bread is ready. Guess what's for dinner!


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    1. Why does blogspot hate me? It always posts my comments twice then deletes them all. Someday I'll learn...

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      I made banana bread last Thursday out of my overly-ripe, last two bananas. When I got home from work, half of the loaf was gone and a trip to the grocery store was absolutely essential--Jake's telework days=complete destruction of all cosumable goods in our home. But there is nothing like fresh banana bread smothered in obscene amounts of butter.

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    2. I think something is weird with the comments for this style of blogger actually! I never get emails when people comment so that's annoying. Any way - thanks for the effort!!! I shamefully ate half of it and think it worked out just fine ;)

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