Haiku Friday: Ode To Twitter

I’m Twitter obsessed
“What are you doing?” beckons
Mini-blogging rocks

One hundred forty
characters is all you have
You must be concise

So many new friends
You can find anyone there –
Even TweetJeebus

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Dear Presidential Candidates,

Hi there. I’d like to talk to you a little about this election. I’m a mom of two, living in Ohio, with a family income under $50K a year. You could say I’m pretty close to the average American. I want to give you a few of my ideas about how to reach out to the American public, or if not them, at least me.

First off, please drop the mudslinging. I’m sick of it. I have to listen to my daughter argue with me enough, and I don’t need to see my presidential candidates bickering like three year olds, too. I don’t care who called who what – just tell me what you stand for and believe in, and let me do the comparison.

Second, please stop trying to demonstrate that you’re one of us. Seeing you have a beer in a local bar, go bowling (when you’re clearly not a fan of bowling), and try to act like you would hang out with me if you lived in my neighborhood doesn’t impress me. I don’t want to vote for the person I’m most likely to have a beer with, or the person I think is the best looking. This isn’t American Idol – this is for the most important job in this country. I don’t care if you’re good looking or can knock back shots of whiskey with the best of them. I want you to show me you’re smarter than me, and smarter than most of the people in this country. I want to know you can handle yourself with class amongst foreign dignitaries and not that you can use urban slang to appeal to me.

I’d like to hope that voters are a little wiser this time around. We saw what happened last time when voters picked the guy they would most like to have a beer with. Personality doesn’t equal competence. Show me you’re brilliant, you can think quick on your feet, and you’re ready to work hard for all Americans, and not just your rich friends.

There have been so many issues brought up this election, but I can tell you which ones are most important to me. I want to know how you will help pull this country out of a recession. How will you protect my family’s health care benefits so that we can continue to receive affordable health care, and how will you make sure every person in this country has that same access? How will you deal with the rising costs of gas and food – costs that are going up so quickly that this middle-class family is working additional jobs to afford it all? How will you take on big businesses that choose to put their own profits over the health and safety of our children? How will you enact change to protect our environment? And how will you make sure that my daughters will have access to an excellent education in safe, well-maintained schools?

Yes, Iraq has been the #1 issue in this campaign, but the truth is that for someone like me, Iraq is a small issue. I want the soldiers home as much as anyone else, but if we don’t fix things at home, what will these men and women have to come home to? Unemployment. Gas and food they can’t afford. Health care that is so expensive people must weigh if going to the doctor for a health problem is worth the cost. Rising violence from the desperate situations many are forced into. Foreclosure. Schools that are overcrowded and short on good teachers. What kind of a welcome home is that?

While the media is bogging you down with controversies over if you wear a flag pin or not, my oldest daughter is being denied insurance coverage for her autism, because they feel it is an “incurable and untreatable” condition. While you argue over whether tax cuts should be for those making under $75K or under $200K, I spend $50 to fill my car’s gas tank each week, a necessary expense because I live in a city with poor public transportation and alternative fuels aren’t given a chance thanks to the oil lobbyists who want to maintain their record profits.

Despite all of that, I have it pretty good compared to many in this country. We still have food, we still have some luxuries, and we still have our house. As long as my husband isn’t laid off – a real risk we’ve faced three times in the past year – our bills are still paid each month and the needs of our family are met. But there are so many who can’t even provide the most basic needs for their families. Food banks are running out of food because of the growing number of people – even middle-class – who must now turn to them for help. Should my husband be laid off, I could be one of those people, too, depending on charity and the kindness of others to feed our family.

I’m not scared of terrorists – I’m scared of my own country. I see a government who cares more for large corporations than it does for individuals, and who would rather spend thousands of dollars investigating steroid use in baseball than think up a way to give all Americans basic health coverage. Lots of people around me are losing the battle to be successful. They’re not looking to be rich – just have all of their needs and some of their wants met. They work hard, but they’re losing hope that things will ever get better. I’m watching the middle class deteriorate and the poor reach new levels of poverty that anyone sitting in their designer suit in Congress should feel is obscene.

So please, be that person who is smarter than the average American. Show us that you understand that a country cannot be great unless it is meeting the needs of all of its people. Prove to us that better days will come because of your ideas and actions. I don’t just want hope, I want a solid plan, and I want to know that your first priority – before turning your gaze outside of our borders – is to make sure everything inside those borders is the best it can possibly be.

Sincerely,
An average mom



The Full Story of "The Event"

I nearly forgot to let you know that I’ve posted my recap of the event I went to in New Jersey two weeks ago. You know you want to find out what happened.



Will She Give The Kid A Beer, Too?

On my morning drive to Cordy’s preschool, I was stopped at a obscenely long traffic light. I glanced over to the car beside me. There was a boy in the passenger seat – couldn’t have been older than seven or eight – and a woman I will assume is his mom was driving the car. In her hand was a cigarette, and the only ventilation was the two inch crack in the mom’s window needed to flick her ashes into the street. I saw the boy coughing, but the mom continued to talk on her Bluetooth, seemingly unconcerned.

I understand that smoking is a tough habit to break, and that some don’t want to break their habit. I also know that many smokers are smart people who comprehend the dangers of smoking, not only to themselves but to others around them. Secondhand smoke is no longer a theoretical risk – it’s been proven to cause real health problems.

But forcing your kid to sit in a smoke-filled car? Not cool. In some places, it’s considered child abuse and against the law. I don’t care how cold it is outside. Two inches from one window is not remotely close to enough ventilation. The kid was coughing – sure, he could have had a cold, but even if it was a cold, do you think the smoke was helping his lungs recover from that cold? If she’s smoking, then by default he’s smoking, too. Does he get to drink if she has a cocktail?

This is a touchy subject for me because I was that kid when I was younger. My mom didn’t smoke, but my aunts did, and they would routinely smoke in the car when we traveled. If it was warm out, they’d have the windows down, but in the winter? Two inches. And I coughed. A lot.

Turns out, I have a bit of a reaction to cigarette smoke. After being in an enclosed space with smokers for even an hour, I spend the next week in misery with all of the symptoms of the worst cold you can imagine. It’s why I always wanted to sit on the patio at the local bars in college, and why I generally avoided clubs. I don’t like feeling sick for days all because someone else wanted their nicotine fix.

There are plenty of considerate smokers out there. I have friends who smoke, and it doesn’t bother me. They are always polite, smoking outdoors and never if I’m in the car. I know other smokers who have kids, and they never smoke in the house or car because of their kids. They will go out of their way to keep their kids away from the smoke. Some quit before kids.

I couldn’t help but stare at this woman and her child as we stopped at the next light and were beside each other again. She made no effort to blow the smoke towards her two inch vent to the outside, and she didn’t seem to notice her child looked miserable. Was her desire for a cigarette so strong that she’d rather put her child’s health at risk rather than waiting the 15 minutes (at most) it would take to drop the kid off at school?

I’ll admit I’m completely and utterly biased. If you want to smoke, that is completely OK with me. Cigarettes are legal, and smoking them is legal. I don’t have a problem with it until you start affecting someone else’s health, especially a child’s. The lungs of a child are especially sensitive to the effects of secondhand smoke, and they are more vulnerable because they often have no ability to escape the smoke. And while I can simply avoid a person who is an inconsiderate smoker, a child can’t choose to go somewhere else because their parents are smoking around them.

At least give your kids the choice to smoke when they’re eighteen. Don’t decide for them before they’re even out of diapers.



Haiku Friday: A Surreal Experience


Yesterday I was
on my college campus and
walking to my car

“Hey, baby,” he said.
I looked up to see a car
right in front of me.

He had long dark hair
And he couldn’t have been more
than twenty years old

“Do you want a ride?”
His eyebrows raised as he said
this bad pick up line.

I glanced behind me
Who, me? I thought to myself
Is this a cruel joke?

He was serious.
Didn’t he know I’m at least
ten years his elder?

I was tired and
didn’t look my best for sure.
Could this shirt have helped?

Mominatrix shirts: they’ll make younger men hit on you.
My thanks to you, dude,
I don’t know why you did it,
But I am flattered.

It’s been a long time
Since a guy who isn’t my
husband hit on me.

You helped me to feel
sexy again. I’m more than
just a frumpy mom!

And so I must say
I am very sorry that
I laughed in your face.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below or at Jennifer’s blog with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your generic blog URL). DON’T sign unless you have a haiku this week. If you need help with this, contact Jennifer or myself.

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