As Senator McCain spoke the safe zone was being bombarded with live fire resulting in approximately 4 deaths and 41 injuries. 

Sadly Senator McCain remained uninformed of this information and continued with his speech only learning of this disheartening news after his broadcast had aired in full.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not against her because she is female.  After all I am too, but in all honesty I have to admit that we are prone to those moments when we can not seem to control our emotions. 

It has nothing to do with us not being strong, intelligent, educated, willful or anything along those lines.  It is based purely on chemical differences between men and women.  In this case the culprit is estrogen and other female produced chemicals like it that contribute to our emotional instability. 

I hate to say this because at first I really was rooting for Hillary, but perhaps women are not ready for that particular office just yet.  Or, maybe it’s just Hillary that’s not ready.  Maybe this time around the best “man” for the job is actually a man.  Maybe it’s Barack Obama’s time after all.

If you don’t get out to vote then don’t go crying when things don’t go your way!  If you want change, vote for change! 

Every vote counts, folks!  You may not think so, but it does.  I know it’s hard to believe after the last two elections were stolen like they were, but when the Democratic process is allowed to work like it is supposed to, then every vote actually does count!!!

When things were bad in France at least Marie Antoinette had the chutzpah to say “Let them eat cake”.  The current regime hasn’t actually voiced it, but the message is received none the less. 

Let me tell ‘ya, the toast is dry, Dub’ya!  May I at least have some of that nice Texas oil to dip it in.  While you’re at it, how about passing me some of those funny looking rectangular, green napkins to wipe the corners of my mouth with. 

As if, huh?

America is a great nation.  Granted we are not in the best condition at present, but we can be as we once were. 

Get out and register to vote.  If you are going to be away don’t forget to fill out and send in your absentee ballots. 

Keep America great!  Honor your country with your vote!  Don’t let it go to waste!  It really does matter!

It’s crazy here in CrazyTown.  When you lay down to take a nap all the people you said “see you later” to are gone and have been replaced by new faces by the time you wake up. 

Some of them are bright red because their blood pressure is so high they’re about to bust like an old mercury thermometer that has reached it’s  boiling point. 

Some of them are pop-eyed so wide open and looking around the room so fast that they seem chameleon like, as if each eye is going it’s own way. 

Some of them are jittery; they can’t sit still; they keep flitting about the room; moving from one chair to another; jumping from one conversation to another; and talking so fast that they make no sense anyway.

Others are clearly blithering idiots walking back and forth, back and forth or in small, tight circles in their bath robes and slippers with their hair in a matted mess talking pointedly to no one while making wild hand gestures and pointing now and then.

There are the ones who for the most part are quiet, but sort of socialize by sitting with the group and every now and then offering a look or perhaps cracking a weak smile or comment.  They mostly stare blankly in the general direction of the television.  Every once in a while they may be prone to an “outburst”, to which one may not want to be too near.

Then there are those that don’t do much of anything.  They don’t socialize, attend groups, talk to themselves, groom themselves, attend many meals, take their meds, or much of anything.  I just don’t know what to make of those ones.  Who does?

There’s another group who doesn’t attend group either.  This is so that while everyone else is in group she/he (she) can go through everyones room and see what they would like to “borrow” (steal).  In this instance it was socks.  [Unfortunately I did not notice mine were missing until I was home unpacking.]

Then there’s another category which I am not even sure how to describe.  They are a very needy personality type, craving attention constantly.  I have seen them hurt themselves and others, throw fits and tantrums, refuse to eat, refuse to bathe, refuse meds, and any thing else you can think of to attain attention.  I know of no ends they will not go to.

And then there are those who are just a bit off kilter and are trying to get in balance.  They are doing fairly well, but have their off days.  Not like “normal” people.  The off days off kilter people have are a little more off than the off days that normal people have, but not so far out of wack that they can’t be adjusted…….with the help of a medical professional, of course.

Yep, it’s crazy here in CrazyTown.  I’m not making it up though.  It’s a real place.  Only it’s not really called CrazyTown.  It’s  the place I was released from a few days ago.  It’s the mental hospital just down the street from anywhere in anytown, USA.  Yeah…….

Then my son came over and wiggled under my arm.  He’s three and a half and his diction isn’t quite clear yet, but it’s easy to figure out what he’s saying most of the time.  He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and asked, “Mommy, you hurt?  I kiss?” 

Then he reached up and gave me a kiss.  I scooped him up and gave him a great big hug.  It was more for me than for him. 

I was crying thinking of all the can’ts:  can’t pay the bills; can’t find a decent job; can’t afford gas to get to a decent job; can’t afford to go to the doctor; heck can’t hardly afford milk and diapers anymore.   One look at my son made me think that maybe I can after all.