PRESIDENTIAL WORK ETHIC???

ask me about the jpg image that pulled up in the alley at work today….the epitome of the Democrat work ethic!

 

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9-9-09 9:00 p.m. and 9 Impactful Moments of the past week

Greetings, readership!  I’m about to delve into the political scheme of Obama’s preposterous Health Reform speach and break it down for Team Meek to chew on.  First, though, a short need to elaborate on the past month.

Backward in descending date order, I spent Labor Day weekend having my first mother-daugter day with Mom-in-law Judy and got a new haircut that reminisces of Natalie Portman, missed the Labor Day celebrations and Patriotism in Springfield…..and am trying like the dickens to figure out how to get BACK to Springfield in short order!  My life is there, I love that place and am struggling with many existential factors in Kansas City that prevent absolute happiness.  This was the culmination of months in a city with no open spaces and no escape, but I arrove at a conclusion Monday (Labor Day).

Three hours and thrity-seven minutes after the start, another Boston requalification time down, a nice easy run with plenty of hills, pit stops and hugs along the way…..I am determined to make OUR home, OUR life in Springfield, Missouri.  We will start businesses, work hard for others, run for public office, run hard to make friends, hunt, fish, have a family, build a home, be an asset and an impact to that City, our home.  How to do this is a mystery in economic times as they are.  However, it CAN be done….where there’s a will, there’s a way!

We have gotten re-involved in politics and have managed to make good friends with ONE couple, sad, but life here is so lonely outside of them and the two of us.  Again, I miss Springfield!

We spent two weekends before in the city with a friend who is now in Basic Training and will also make his life with an ab-fab lady and enjoyed ourselves touring the facilities and taking up slack.

August was a chilly and dreary month in Kansas City and I am so remorse about being here with no real goal and seemingly ambiguous and arbitrary lives just eeking by.  I miss Springfield because of the passion and zest I held for that city.  I find my love now only in running, miles and miles until it hurts and I cannot continue.  What to do?

Give thanks, be grateful.  I know God is at work in all this and it is probably a good lesson…..something I am gathering from RCIA classes.  I wanted to learn more, and am diving in to a study of more orthodox faith, while still blossoming in contemporary environments.  Justin and I have both started new jobs and will be well a year into being newlyweds surely as we blink our eyes.  Truth be told, I never imagined what the first year would have in store, but I think we’ll make it.

We have skills and I know for darn sure I’m highly resilient, and he is a strength….a helper, a constant companion and inches closer to God himself, which is SO interesting to observe.  I’m making mostly just observations and will continue to write, perhaps volumes until it is appropriate to publish these things.  In the mean time, it is wise to pursue faith, justice, truth, freedom and HOW TO GET TO SPRINGFIELD to settle!

God Bless ya’ll and check this out for fun:

http://ctc.coin.org/hoa/results/2009.HTM

G’nite!

Thoughts on Trekking

Well, long overdue, but I felt it might be necessary to provide an update in the saga of life for all of us.

I’ve moved back to Missouri.  The Missouri side anyhow, and have to be honest and say that it is a blessing to be HOME.  Forget growing up in Kansas.  That state line makes a huge difference!  I’m finding soul again, will to live, faith, gravity, grace, mercy and divine interception…..yes, interception.

Been reading a LOT lately, getting more involved, thinking about a change of careers…completely.  Law sounds nice, and would lead to my more ultimate goals.  In lieu of reading “Power” by Robert Greene, I’m keeping most things under wraps.  My plans are crafted like God’s, only for good and I want to put myself to the test and see how much it is possible to GIVE for the next 365 days.

Stay tuned, but not too tuned.  There is a book coming to press, end of 09.  FINALLY!  Hold your breath, or not, because the winds are changing and life is still SO good!

Thoughts—a note to pass

Well, I suppose the laundry list of apologies keeps growing…..but I am also sorry, and sorry that it takes me excess DAYS to get around to an apology.  I don’t know if talking to D was good medicine or just a slap in the face.  I do miss friends like that because the brutal honesty and the sense of peace that comes from their own happiness is a direct transfusion to my own mind. 

 

I’m not crazy.  Let me summarize.  And let me not put you on the back burner, but hold on….

 

D met E8 six months ago while working at Fox and Hound.  He has expressed frustration over life’s misfortunes but somehow men are better at handling raw deals than women.  Women fuss over them until the deal gets cooked and sealed and they get what they want.

 

So, after meeting her, he finds out that it was a sense of timing on her mother’s part (I imagine after eight girls, you probably know how they tick just like you know yourself) and a sense of finality on hers.  E8 is 33, D will be 28 when he gets back from boot camp.  (BTW, his departure party is at the end of August and we are cordially invited…AND if we move there, I intend to become VERY good friends with her and the other seven…..because of their spirit and the fun he says they have together…sisters and friends.  Man, I always wish I had a sister!)

 

Timing?  Yeah, I know a thing or two about it, too.  Timing for them:  Esther had been engaged twice to losers and mistreated.  Sounds familiar, one half.  She was lonely but doing alright on her own.  Close knit family (not that I could relate before marrying you), life in Springfield and a strong career in what she wanted with the gall to buy a home, have a nice car, give the rest of it away.  Gracious…..she should write a book!   They grew up very religious, both of them, but D and his mom lived off of gifts from charity for a time before his mother remarried.  D’s dad has used his identity to borrow money and never repay it, to incur debts that will reak havoc on D’s life, but the guy got himself into the military so he could finish school, is set to be in boot camp til late fall, will return and graduate MSU in the Spring (May) and they intend to get married April 3.  Lord knows I want us to be there….they are like DY and KL in character.  D wants to have a family, which is totally out of character and he was telling me things that sounded so much like half you and half me. 

 

The halves: 

You:  ran from marriage, seeked out the fun life, had a blast, got your heart broken, moved on, have been in limbo, met a girl and got married and now expect life to blossom.

 

Me:  fought for independence and wanted to prove myself to the world, loved politics, became an athlete, made friends of all types but with no deep roots, had a few close friends that are wise beyond their years and filled with genuine compassion, swore off marriage, thought being alone was better, never wanted a family, wanted to travel and write and run.  Met you, knocked off my feet (must’ve been teh Tasso Elbas), said ‘yes’ twice, now fighting what happened that made me feel so unwanted in the past.  A few people I know can relate to that, except we never went hungry or without…..but some affection would have been nice. So now, I too, want to craft an incredible and satiated life with wise concerted efforts. 

 

Some sage:  D said he was never so intimidated as meeting E8 because she had it together and was happy.  She lived solo and was strong enough and compassionate enough to give of herslef and feel blessed.  She had a college education, good job, had dreams, and wanted more out of life, AND had huge faith…….and in his eyes, she was way over the top, and he was nothing more than out of her league in second to left field.  She doesn’t NEED him, she WANTS him.  The guy makes no money, has no education, now has something to live for and to dream about.  And then, oh my gosh…am I taking away what you want to dream about?  Ya know, statistically, men are MUCH craftier at making dreams become a reality…..and women just fester in the pity of being female and having less testosterone and slightly less risky nature….

 

The future:  I want to make so much money we can’t stand it and be GENEROUS, GRACIOUS with it, not MISERLY.  I want a HUGE home, with eight bedrooms for friends, kids, moms and dads, neighbors, cousins, uncles, aunts, and a dinner table you can throw a football down.  I want three or four girls and three or four boys.  I want to be a doctor, and so whatever sacrifice that takes, if it is commuting weekly back home and living in a dorm, cool, fine, three years is nothing.  I want to keep our kids out of public school.  I want to have strong faith and a grand piano that everyone in the house knows how to play.  I want to travel, visit Disney World with them, give them animals, teach them that sisters and brothers are not archrivals, but best friends and protectors.  I want big trees, plenty of land to play on, adventures, wild imaginations, big gardens, Christmases at our home with people stacked to the roof.  House parties, dinner parties, barbeques and birthdays that mean something.  I want every single one of my kids to have the chance to go to college and not worry, but to find something that they truly love and pursue it with all their might.  I want to overcome barriers and run marathons until I’m old and decrepit and eat ice cream on a very regular basis.  I want us to live well, be comfortable, have a fireplace and books, know the value of hard work, sleep well every night, be active and well-balanced and I will forbid myself from ever making generalizations or assigning social stereotypes or class functions to any person in society as long as I live, and learn to love. 

 

The idea of Christ-like love:  Perhaps why men were created in God’s image and therefore, yes, men really do CRAVE and STRIVE for the love of one woman, just as Christ died for and sacrificed all for even ONE person on earth.  I still can’t wrap my head around that one.  He lived fully, died early, did not suffer or worry more than he could bear and did so gracefully, even to the end, to the absolute and through the worst imaginable pain and suffering.  He does NOT need the human race.  He WANTS our love, affection, devotion, attention, passion. 

 

The way you love me:  I should never tell you it is not good enough because I know that you have tensil strength to be able to withstand the poison that can come out of my mouth sometimes.  I think you probably have a heart of gold to not punch me in the face and make me fly across the room sometimes.  I think you are patient and can try to forgive small errors, when my mistakes have been obvious and my fallacies and shortcomings erroneously erred.  I know that if I tell you things and you keep hearing the negativity that shoots out of me, you’ll subscribe to that and be intimidated and never rise above it.  I’m glad you can tune me out, and maybe cannon fire was not all bad   But I have GOT to get through my thick skull the commandments, the beattitudes, the virtues and start bearing fruit once again.  I should be happy.  We have nothing to worry about that will not die away when we’re gone.  We have a mother and father (at least one) who pray AND FAST for us more than daily.  We have at least TWO parents that think if we want to be great, no problem, we’ll be great.  There are at LEAST a HUNDRED people that know who we are and what we are capable of.  You have been published and called “Pretentious”.  You have deep-seeded admirers and skills that I think can land you anywhere on your feet and the meticulous nature of a Marine that is almost sometimes scary.   You are twenty-eight, so that means you are only a little more than a quarter century and I’m right behind you. We have, because of innovation, at least SIXTY years ahead of us, a good sixty.  Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, I think that means that three years of school, four years of making meager sums of money, twenty years of working our tails off and having a ball…..still leaves HALF of those years, long before they are golden…..to babysit grandkids, pay off the last of whatever is takes to put six kids through school, visit Italy, Paris, Spain, South America, float the Danube, eat in the Space Needle, Float the Nile, Sail the Seven Seas, write books, win races, own businesses, enjoy wine, give away millions, have good skin, keep all our hair and teeth, survive and thrive and still live to tell about it. 

 

It is not easy to think about, but if we can’t just get over whatever this is, it will eat us both alive and leave us empty-handed and half the raw deal….we’ll never get to where we CAN, never fulfill ANY sort of purpose and wallow in self-pity and loathing that says “you are no good” when really “you are so much better than this, come on” is what we should be hearing. 

 

I know how to formulate these thoughts, but how is it that we go about putting them in action?  Geography might not have an affect on this, but it might very well.  Doing something more meaningful sure has a lot to do with making these words jump off the screen.  And so, I guess, since I told you that much, I just need to know if it makes sense and then to figure out what sort of occlusion is in the pathway….maybe ask Dr. S when we go to “Korma” next week for lunch….if he is really happy…..I mean, the guy studied under Ghandi’s tree!  But seriously, I know how to think like that because that is exactly what got me out in the world and on my own two feet, with strength and desire and a strong will.  And I can’t stand the thought of sitting in the middle class or in a place we don’t belong.  Life should flourish, and if anything, it should exude radiace in our twenties…because we never get to be so carefree and de-stressed as now, and life will never again be this easy.  So, your assignment is to reverberate any thoughts you might have and to include me in any further questioning.  I’m doing some sould searching, waiting on samples, and my mind is reeling, but I’m working on a concise list of things that will be stallwart and everlasting in life and what needs to be done to achieve those things and move toward a future where we dont’ have to do what we dont’ want to do, but where we can do what we want to do….and where perhaps that is exactly the Will Of God.

 

 

Thoughts, criticisms and witticisms are welcome.

 

 

Love,

 

Your Wife.

 

Back in the Game

That..was a huge hiccup!

 

One year after starting my blog, I realized that a new love, marriage and, uh, life…took hold, didn’t leave much to spare.  So, I’m back! 

There is much to tell.  You’ve missed most of life since I met and married Justin.

Here goes. 

I lost my job.  Dumb bum deal.

I ran the Boston Marathon.

I ran another marathon six days later, Oklahoma City, and almost died.

I took the MCAT two weeks after that.  Again, almost died.

I traded stocks for a few months, experienced a load of stress and equity maintenance/T calls.

Wanted to scream and shout.

I got a part-time job.

I got a full-time job. 

Both with my degree.  I work at Shawnee Mission Med Center and Truman Med Lab.

Great career moves.  Lot of hours.

I work weekends.

I have suffered severe depression.

Been mad at God.  Been unforgiving.  Been seeking God in all the places I go.

Quit running.  Started again this morning.

Got poor.  Got my money back.

Have three dogs, chances to move.

Ran Hospital Hill.  Wished I had stayed in bed.

Sitting at work, wishing I were hanging out on the coast of somewhere majical and distant.

Love summer, gonna miss most of it for the sake of, ugh, adulthood.

I wish I were a kid again.

I’m afraid of having kids.

Michael Jackson died.  That’s the Elvis event  of my day.

Saved by the Bell return?  Nah, keep it in the ’90s please.

Going to try to try  out for American Idol.  Got a GREAT voice, still.

Joined Junior League (jlkc.org)

Miss Springfield like it’s nobody’s business.

Racing a 5k tomorrow night.  Might wanna hang around for that one

On to a new blog post.

There’s a lot to discuss, like:  The KRA BBQ, Iran-Contra in modern society?, Obama’s ruinous record, America’s recreation, all the races I still want to run (incl. Ireland and Paris marathons), my desertion by blood relation (do they still know I’m alive?, and the possibilities of moving back to Springfield; do I still want to try Med school?, the art of money management, what being married is teaching me slowly, virtue, good books, powerful things, adventure, a future, a hope, plans, dreams…..

I Ran the 2009 Boston Marathon!!!

go to baa.org for details.  

Not only did I run, but requalified for 2010!!! New PR 3:34:16

This was incredible!  One more off the bucket list.  I want to share, because it’s a joy and here are a set of photos:

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I am running the OKC Memorial Marathon this coming weekend…will keep ya’ll updated!!!

God Bless!!!

New Friends

While I’m contemplating the elusive finish to my previous post, I wanted to note that I have made two new acquaintances I hope will become good friends.  Interestingly, Brian is much like Justin and I in political persuasion, aptitude, involvement, etc.  Here is an article he wrote for World Magazine.  I’m proud to know a person who can be so morally upright……especially in a world that seems to have been taken hold of by her Royalty Nancy Pelosi (most recent brouhaha being her assanine request for military jets).  Please read this:

http://www.worldmag.com/articles/14916

Interesting food for thought.  Tiller is to abortion like Kivorkian was to Euthanasia.  Funny that they both come from the same city….as did the BTK.  I wonder if it’s the water or that perhaps the south side of that city, perhaps the whole city in general is just in a bad way.  And….I find it sad that people can really take greed, selfish pride, haughty wherewithall and use it to destroy someone else’s life.  That, my friends, is sick.  I’ll have to share an in-depth analysis of a book that makes one think logically, progressively, and conservatively about moral values, truth, prudence, life itself. 

“Reasons To Believe” by Scott Hahn.

I had no intent of being a downer, but do follow this one.  This is certainly one issue I’m passionate about.  Life.  It was given to US by a great sacrifice!

What It Means to Realize You’re No Longer Going Solo

For years I have tried to pacify relationships….say the right thing at the right time, make people happy and give them what they want or at least within means.  And in dating, I just was enough of a person (poor in character, I might add) to give the minimum investment.  The returns on my investments of time, energy, trust, joy, patience, good faith and solidity were equally reciprocal. 

So, I ran from it for a long time.  Now, I’ve hit a funky place in my running.  Physically, very literally and figuratively, but it is something I am completely (choke) okay with.  I had thought for a good solid period of time (until I met Justin) that life was absolutely blase, empty, devoid of true/pure happiness.  We talk economics, finance, banking, stocks, dividends, mergers and acquisitions, grilling, adventure, running, hunting, pups, family, school, literature, love, and most of all, most important to me….about our Faith.  Faith has been a sticky one and by no means do I intend to imply that we are lost or agnostic.  Rather, I expect that Justin will be a strong leader, rise up and take charge as the head of our home….and I will gladly follow.  But we hit a roadblock when it comes to finding the RIGHT church, the RIGHT faith, and we were both raised in excellent Christian homes.  Our goal is to not end up in a lake of fire and now I understand what my parents meant about being “equally yoked”.   Now I get it that my Grandma Vi used to say the family that prayed together stayed together.  She was a smart woman, one whose footsteps I would be honored to follow in! 

We had friends over last night at his house, had a barbeque.  I enjoyed that, and Justin was equally excited.  He’s a great cook, far surpassing my burnt biscuits and bland pancakes, botched salads and never-cooked-right meat.  I adore him and hope that I can express that with enough of my heart and soul to make a difference.  He understands anorexia and how it affected me, and the things I still fight with every day.  And despite that, he loves me.  He has bought me flowers and gave me a Beagle puppy, which just about made me cry I was so happy.  We have gone back and forth, round and round because my own personal shortcomings are the infliction of selfishness and I think that to more fully and capably love others, I have to give up that element of selfishness, relating to the sermon yesterday.  Selfishness is a cross that I’m going to have to just grin and bear, take up and follow in Jesus’ footsteps.  And I for certain don’t want to bring children into this world as a selfish mother.  I want to fully give so that a family can fully grow.  And, I support the idea that a career, happiness and comfort will follow suit.  It doesn’t matter what I drive, where I am, what job I have at the time, etc……..but what matters are those I love.  Compassion.  Those I can live for.  Love.  Those who have less.  Empathy and sacrifice.  Those who have more…..who need love just the same.  Likeness and discipleship.  Those who are desperate and lost.  A hug.  Those who give it all and keep giving.   Help.  Those who fight and are restless.  Patience, Faith.  He, Justin, has all the virtues I want more of.  I also know that you must surround yourself with those whom you want to be most like.  I want all his good traits and wish to add to them fully. 

 

I will have to elaborate later……getting carried away.  That’s a taste of what is on my heart, but I love this guy…..am totally going to have to reconcile being “worth it”!

My Own Dose of Passionate Conservatism

Statesmen, Federalism, what happened to my “Young Conservatives”?!  I miss them, and have been having withdrawals since leaving Springfield last fall.  

I finally, FINALLY, found the man of my dreams who listens to my heart, my opinion, who is patient, kind and a great leader and confidant.  I can tell him the things I think about politics, economics, finance, stewardship and the things that weigh heavily on my heart.  And today the floodwall kind of broke.  The levee broke and I have found my passion once again.  

I do still want to run for office and more this evening on why I have not done that thus far.  I believe in truth, justice, impact, verification, accountability, responsibility, individuality, improvisation, overhauling the Constitution.  Remember the Young Conservatives?  Everything I wrote about education, religion in politics, religion AND politics, politicians, pork, spending, Federalist values, economics, FLAAPLs, etc (thanks for that one, Vince).  

Black markets, black magic?!  What in the world have we gotten ourselves into?

Ahem, so listening to Rush, reading Buchannan, our discussion about Compassionate Conservatism (Marvin Olasky), comments about the Peace Prize and why Israel is NOT at peace.  Also, the great piece in the WSJ weekend edition.  

More tonight.  I have a barrage of ideas to run by you, my readership and audience, and will probably split running and studies tonight to further elaborate and post my draft of a Letter to the Editor………coming this evening.  

Back in the game?  Hopefully, but I don’t want it to be a game, just a passion.

 

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New Beginnings

My journey of the New Year has been off to a great start, uh, sort of.  I have learned several things:

NO job is secure, so you’re better off to work for yourself.

NO dream is too small.

THERE IS NO WAY YOU WILL EVER BE TRULY HAPPY unless you pursue and whittle away at your own success.

THE WORLD doesn’t care how kind-hearted you are or how much altruism and knowledge you contain, but rather is full of vain and preposterously offensive alter-egos and huge egos alike that would just as soon chew you up and spit you out than see you at the top with them….

UGLY PEOPLE can’t get much done.

NOT ALL gorgeous women are vain and unkind.

MONEY can’t buy happiness, but it buys peace of mind and time doing things that make you happy.

EVERYONE has to grow up sometime.

more thoughts……I need to jot down about a billion ideas, this is exhausting.  But, I will say…..I loved the article on the journal section of the weekend edition of the Wall Street Journal…on A-Rod, Phelps, Simpson, Maadoff and the state of things in the Adult World.  I suppose this is the Real World.  YUK!  Where can I sign up to be a kid, sweet/innocent/naive/free and careless again?!