Fight with Tools

“We’re different people, but we’re not scared. We’re never scared to pave a new path, make a new street, build a new bridge. Say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, free slaves running, songs words weren’t right. Now a new day’s coming.” – The Flobots, Rise

First, I’d like to ask all of you who are reading this to take my words with a grain of salt. I am not you, and my opinions may not be your own. In fact, they might be completely opposite. But that does not make me stupid, just as it does not make you an idiot if you don’t agree with me. Smart people can disagree. In fact, most of the world’s most fantastic and unique discoveries were made due to intelligent people not agreeing on an answer. I hope those who read this today understand this website is my personal space, a space to air my opinions and thoughts on whatever I deem important at that moment, whether it be the state of my daughters wardrobe or the state of my country.

Wednesday night I was afforded an experience that I can only wish all of you are able to have sometime in your life. Clarity. In the midst of chaos and flashing lights, I felt a clarity like I haven’t since this whole political process began a year ago. I stood with a crowd of hundreds, my fist in the air, finally, clearly, loudly voicing all that has been locked up inside of my head. The release was so intense, I didn’t think anything could top it. I was wrong.

Here’s a little secret, I’m liberal. Bleeding heart liberal, in fact. What, that’s no secret? I know, but growing up in a small Kansas town, most people I know (family members, friends, the guy who works at the local gas station) are not liberal. In fact, they mostly are religious, right-wing, conservatives. I’ve even had people tell me I am a terrorist because of my support for a certain candidate. Also, that I hate America and want to kill kittens. So for the most part, I try to keep my views as quiet as I can in mixed company. I allude to my feelings here and there, post certain humorous videos that show what I believe, while making fun of myself and those who agree with me. But it seems that even when I keep quiet about my beliefs, they are still attacked.

And after Wednesday night, I say screw staying silent. Screw trying to please people by convincing them that I am in the center of the aisle when I am really leaning so far to the left I’m surprised I don’t fall over. I need to stand up. Fight with everything I have. Because this country is in shambles, and I refuse to sit still when my daughter is inheriting this mess.

On Wednesday, I was lucky enough to attend a concert by the Flobots. Yes, they sing that song “Handlebars,” but they are so much more than that song (although it is a great tune). That concert reminded me of all the good things that come out of standing up for what you believe. As I stood with a crowd of so many, singing these words at the top of my lungs:

“Stand up, we shall not be moved, except by a child with no socks and shoes. If you’ve got more to give then you’ve got to prove, put your hands up and I’ll copy you.” – The Flobots, Stand Up

My God, the energy that rushed through me could have powered a small city for a week. I was so proud to be there, to be a part of this gathering. After the show, my heart was so full and my smile was so big that I thought it couldn’t get much better. But it did.

The crowd filed out slowly, the current of people rushing for the exits. In the corner there was a table for the group Iraq Veterans Against the War, who regularly travel with the band. My friend and I stopped by their table and mentioned we worked with Rock the Vote. We talked for a bit about their organization, about how proud we were to have people like them serving our country AND standing up for what they believe. They are such heroes, and I was so honored they took the time to speak with us.

A minute later the band came out and I had them sign an American flag bandana I had purchased. They were all so sweet and thankful for our support of them and their cause. We headed back over to the Iraq Veterans Against the War booth to say goodbye to our new friends, when one of the lead emcees for the band, Jonny 5, asked me about Rock the Vote and how he could get involved. I almost fell over. When I regained my balance, Jonny 5 (a.k.a. Jamie) asked us if we’d like to join them at a bar after they got cleaned up. He wanted to talk more about our organization and learn about Kansas City.

Then I passed out.

OK, not really, but I was plainly shocked. Somehow I convinced my amazing friend Mikayla to stay at my house until 2 a.m. with Lucy so we could hang out with the band. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay her. The conversations that were had took my very full soul and tripled it in size. We spoke of the war, the election, Kansas City, Lucy, being a parent, being young, charities and faith. We also made fun of several ladies who felt the need to dance on poles in the bar. It was one of the most incredible nights of my life. These guys were so nice, so caring, and so very normal. They were modest and sweet, not a big rock star persona in sight, and genuinley interested in what we had to say.

I feel so inspired by them and by myself. I held my own with activist rock stars, and they found me as interesting as I found them. Good for me. And so, with that feeling in mind and my heart full to the brim, I will say the following:

I support Barack Obama in this election. Plain and simple. Obama’s economic plan will cut taxes for me and my family. McCain’s plan will not. Obama agrees with me that we are in an environmental crisis and has plans to grow a green economy, which will create 2 million jobs and help our planet. As the wife and financial supporter of a small business owner, I support his incentive plan for new/small businesses, entrepreneurs and women, which includes providing a $500 “Making Work Pay” tax credit, eliminating all capital gains taxes on start-up businesses to encourage innovation and job creation, and supporting the expansion of the Small Business Administration’s loan and micro-loan programs. He won’t overturn Roe v. Wade and supports getting rape victims the help they need. He supports giving tax credits to working parents who have to put their children in daycare, and spend a good portion of their income doing so. He supports life-saving stem cell research. He believes in dialouge before military force, but will not hesitate to use military force when necessary. He will fight for me, my family, my country.

Don’t get me wrong, Barack Obama is not perfect. No one is calling him the Messiah, the one who will save the world. But he is the best choice for the job, in my opinion. Although the word “change” has been quite overused in both campaigns, I do believe that Barack Obama will change the course of my country for the better. He will try and bridge the awful divide that has overtaken this country. He will make my world a better place. I do not believe John McCain will.

I support this change. I support hope, equality for all, the troops, my government and my glorious country. Most of all, I support the youth, my daughter’s generation that is going to have a hell of a job cleaning up the mess my country has become.

“The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality.” – Dante (as paraphrased by John F. Kennedy)

Obama 08

To learn more about Barack Obama and his policies, visit BarackObama.com.

To learn more about John McCain, visit JohnMcCain.com.

Don’t Vote

The deadline to register to vote in Missouri is October 8, that’s next Wednesday, people! I’m sure you’re already aware if you live here (and have watched any TV in the last month, ack, the political ads make my head swim), but Missouri is a SWING STATE. Anyone could win here. Your vote really does make a difference. A real, true difference. As for Kansas, well, we pretty much know which way that state is going to go, but that doesn’t mean everyone shouldn’t get out there and vote. Exercise your right, because if you don’t, I don’t want to hear any complaining come November 5th. The deadline in Kansas is October 20, so you all have a bit more time to get registered. To register to vote online, go here.

My last appearance at a Rock the Vote event is tonight at First Friday’s in the Crossroads district. Lu and I will be wandering the crowd, encouraging people to register to vote. Well, she may be pooping her pants, a small side effect of potty training. So if you smell something a bit off and see a lady with a clipboard dragging a two-year-old through the crowd, come say hi!

Who needs $700 billion?

Gotcha! You thought this was going to be some big political post, didn’t you? Oh, I love fooling you crazy kids.

Nope, this isn’t a political tirade, because honestly, I think we’re all sick of that crap. Instead of just whining about how the world is going to hell in a handbasket, let’s do something about it! Are you motivated yet? Good, let’s get started.

I am participating in a program called the Blogger’s Challenge 2008. Now, I know this may surprise you, but I only have a few readers. Hey, stop laughing! OK, maybe a few is pushing it, but I know that the few of you that do read this site are very social, wonderful, outgoing people who would do anything to help a friend in need. The Blogger’s Challenge is being put on by Donors Choose, an organization that pairs schools in need with willing donors. If you go to my Donors Choose page, you will find six Kansas City schools in need of a little mojo. The sad state of our urban KC schools is a big reason the fam and I are moving to the suburbs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try and fix the problem. Also, if the schools get better maybe I can move back to Brookside!

Please, please, please, pretty please visit my Donors Choose page and lets show the world that Crazybananas readers are some of the greatest in the blogosphere. Geez, I just said blogosphere, didn’t I? Crap. Anywho, I’ll look like quite the idiot if no one donates on my page, so even $5 would make a HUGE difference, especially to the wonderful KC kids you’ll be helping. Maybe I’ll even do some sort of special giveaway on the site if we make our goal.

What are you waiting for? Go!

And also, feel free to foward this post on to your friends and families and crazy Aunt Amy up in Oregon who never leaves her house and has 20 cats. I’m sure they’d all love to help out.

Don’t forget, all donations are tax deductable!

Zen

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” – Anna Quindlen (via Nie Nie Dialogues)

Stephanie Nielson (who I posted about here) is having a very important surgery today. By the incredible power of modern medicine, they are fitting her with new skin to replace part of what was lost in the plane crash. When you have a moment today, say a little prayer for her family.

Reading Stephanie’s story and following her family’s journey through this ordeal has made me think twice about the importance of family in my life. I would hope that in similar circumstances I would be able to be as strong and full of faith as her family has been, although I question that often. What is the role of faith in my life? What have I sacrificed lately?

I know most of you don’t click though when I post links, so I thought I’d post an excerpt from Stephanie’s sister, Courtney (C Jane) who has taken over parenting duties for three of Stephanie’s children along with her own newborn. This woman inspires me so.

Claire was at my side now begging for a whisper in my ear.

“Tell them about my parents.”

This has happened before. Though Claire has long-since loved the game of “Abandoned Orphan” she certainly doesn’t want anyone believing that she is one right now. It makes her feel better having people know. So she asks me to explain the situation using my rusty adult-translating communication skills. We’ve rehearsed this conversation many times.

“Claire’s mom and dad were in an airplane crash.” I started, watching the faces of the young man and woman turn from smile to shock, like bread to toast in a toaster. So I continued,

“She wanted me to tell you that they are in the hospital getting better.”

“Are . . . they . . . going to be ok?” Stuttered out the young woman.

“We hope so!” I sounded resolute.

“I am her aunt and she is staying me and my husband for awhile.”

The young man looked like he was going to faint.

At this point Ollie himself was passed out, his chin perched on the round of my shoulder, feeling very heavy for a three-year-old. The Chief was wailing from the enclosed stroller. Matthew was doing his best to soothe him, although it was to the point where my anatomy was needed. And Jane was skipping down the street singing to herself. Like always.

“Do . . . do . . .you need help?” Asked the young woman with a desperation in her tone.

“It looks like I do, but I am just fine. We’ll take your prayers.” I offered.

They both nodded at me slowly like shell-shocked soldiers.

Claire waved them good bye, having felt like all was honest. I was sorry for having dropped an emotional bomb and walked away so suddenly. But my herd was needing a shepherd.

We carried on.

Please visit Courtney’s blog to find out more about this incredible story and what you can do to help.

That Day

I never know what to say on this day.

So, let me just put some good vibes out into the universe, in hopes that my daughter will grow up in a peaceful world, as a member of a nation that will once again show it’s greatness and honor.

That doesn’t make any sense, does it?

Say a prayer. Enjoy every minute. Hope for the best. Dream of great things. Remember those who didn’t get that chance, and do it for them.

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