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Cowboy Poetry Gathering

Siri-ously?

Here are a few of my favorite Siri-isms. If you have funny ones, send them to me at colleen.j.stocks@gmail.com and I'll post them.

Some Thoughts

This picture was recently posted on one of my facebook friend's wall. I've seen it a few times, and it always irked me a bit, but I really didn't think about why until the last few days. After the pepper spray incedent at my alma mater, I saw it again, on a fellow alumna's fb page no less, and I just couldn't keep quiet anymore. I posted a respectful comment on how I thought the picture was offensive, and she promptly deleted my comment, which she has every right to do, though it irked me even more.

If you can't see what is says:
"I have a steady job with a regular paycheck, great benefits, and a lot of room for promotion. Next year I will be paid to go to college and graduate with a guaranteed position making a decent salary. I am the 1% of the 99% that decided hard work and sacrifice were more prudent than complaining about how life is hard and I'm not getting any free handouts."

I do want to preface this with a few words. I have absolutely no problem with the military or our troops. In fact, I have several close friends and family currently serving and I support them wholeheartedly. My support of our troops is one of the main reasons this upsets me as much as it does.

The note starts off great, and as I read it, I think it will end so much differently, but then at the end, the whole things comes back and slaps me in the face.

The reasons this photo gets me all hot and bothered (and not in a good way):
1. I feel completely betrayed. I support your decision to go into the military and serve our country, I have sent care packages to troops, I would donate to veterans organizations if I could afford to. I have always respected soldiers and never been anti-war protester flower child or anything of the like. I went to school, worked my butt off, graduated from a fantastic school in just over 3 years and with honors. I currently work 2 jobs to make ends meet and and still owe what amounts to a brand new car for my education. I just recently got health insurance (I graduated 3 years ago), and not from my own jobs, but from my husband's, and I pay quite a bit for it. After I graduated college, I applied to a smorgasbord of companies and positions, including Starbucks barista. I was offered none. I only got a job as a favor from my parents and was paid far less than I expected. I had to move back in with my parents to make ends meet, and even then was just scraping by. I am not lazy, nor do I want any free handouts. I just want a chance.

2.The point of the protest is that we all want what he has: An affordable education (or free, no actually PAID, in his case), healthcare, a guaranteed position making a decent salary, etc. What makes it even worse is that I, as a taxpayer, pay for all of this for him. Which I am okay with, but please do not tell me I am lazy while paying for your free education as well as my own. The students at UCD are not lazy. To be accepted in a UC is a big deal, and they did not get there by slacking off. These are the future great minds of our country. All that they want is a chance at what you have. They are your sisters and brothers, and they support you, we support you. Why don't you support us?

3. Unemployment is highest in returning veterans. This is their problem too. If what the soldier says in the picture is true, I would have to infer that as soon as soldiers are discharged and unemployed that they are instantly lazy, afraid of hard work, and all they want are handouts. This is absurd, right?

I hope that the issue may just be that these soldiers are so isolated from what's going on here that they don't quite understand the situation. I am aware that not everyone in the military shares this soldier's sentiment, but it seems to be a popular one in our country's military. I have noticed the same opinions in some of older folks as well. I sincerely hope that they can look at this for what it is, and hear our voices. We don't want anything crazy, we just want to be heard, and to have a chance at the "American Dream" like those before us did. We are tired of lining the pockets of the super rich and huge corporations that care nothing for us. We are tired of doing everything "right" and coming out with nothing but debt. 

Family Cruise!

 I recently got home from a family cruise and thought I'd post some pictures. It was a bit chillier than we had hoped, so no sipping fruity drinks by the pool, but it was a great time to reconnect with the family. I only have a few pictures (and only of me and Danielle, but will post more soon!

IF

I totally stole this form my sister-in-law's blog, Ellyphant

•If I could have any job in the world... I'd be a traveling food critic with an awesome show, like Anthony Bourdain, and host it with Brady.
•If I had a day to myself...I have everyday to myself. I work out, tan, write, and work.
•If I could get married all over again...I'd have a smaller, more intimate (cheaper) wedding. But my wedding was pretty awesome!
•If I could live anywhere in the US...like Kaci, I'd be back in Cali, and preferably in the mountains and by the beach. Santa Cruz?.
•If I could have any talent in the world I would like to be able to...sing. I really, really, really wish I could sing. Like really.
•If I could go back to school I would...maybe go pre-med? or something in the health field..or maybe culinary school, haha.
•If money were not an object..I'd travel the world, then buy a ranch and ride off into the sunset. :)
•If I could meet one celebrity...I would meet David Sedaris. I love his books and would love to hang out and pick his brain.
•If I could only shop at one store for the rest of my life it'd be...Whole Foods. So delicious. I'm sure I could make clothes outta something there...meh who cares.
•If we get another pet...I really want a horse, I miss riding so much. I feel so at peace on a horse riding out in nature.
•If I could go on a trip, RIGHT NOW, I'd want to go to...just about anywhere overseas! Europe, Asia, South America, Africa, Austrailia...I love to travel!!!
•If I had to chose between a maid and a personal chef, I'd pick...Ooo that's tough. A chef to cook my healthy food would be awesome, but so would a maid to clean up after the girls and the hubster. Hmmm.. How about a maid when I don't feel like cleaning and a chef when I don't feel like cooking? :)
•If I had the option of plastic surgery...I have to say, even though there are parts of me I'm not thrilled with, the thought of going under the knife freaks me out, so that's a no.

Nevada Theology

This past Sunday we decided to try out one of the local churches. I found a list online--it was quite long considering this town is only a little larger than my old high school. We crossed out the ones we were already late for, and then headed out. We pulled up to our first choice after going around the block a few times, missing it as it looked like a small house. There were a grand total of 4 cars in the "parking lot." We looked at each other and decided to try the next one. I hate being clearly a guest and introduced to everyone and their aunt, sister, cousin, daughter-in-law and pet hamster, all while I'm trying to look super excited and sneaking my hand sanitizer as there are invariably 6 sick people sneezing and coughing their way through service. I digress...

We headed out of to the next one, which was much larger, but clearly Catholic (due to actually attractive architecture), which is fine, but we aren't Catholic. Then comes the biggest one in town, the LDS church. Can I say "hell no!?" That sounds terrible, but ya, not going there... Anyway, we found one that looked inviting enough, and had like 8 cars in the parking lot, woot woot! It was called New Hope Foursquare Church. I like hope, and I used to play foursquare, so we thought, what the heck, let's try it.

We were 36 minutes late, but it's hard to be on time when you have no clue when it starts (if you are wondering how we found out, we asked a random lady walking in what time service started). We stepped into the bright foyer and looked into the sanctuary, which, to our unadjusted eyes, looked pitch black. Are they normal? Dancing with snakes? All 500 years old? We stepped into the darkness blindly, or rather, Brady pulled me into it. We self consciously slipped into the 3rd row (of 5) and surveyed our surroundings as the preacher said hello. I hated that we were called out in front of everyone, but as we were sitting less than 5 feet from where he was preaching, it probably would have been more awkward if he ignored us.

The sanctuary was small, but nicely decorated, and the congregation looked pretty normal if not for one little thing--there were kids. Everywhere. Like a lot of them. Everyone had at least 2, and they were all under 6. Wow, I thought, I'd better (or rather, we'd better) get busy to keep up with these folks. Brady looked a little nervous, he kept looking at them as they ran around and made little kid noises, occasionally looking at me like, "What the heck?!" I just smiled and told him to try to ignore them, which was challenging at best. The preacher looked about our age, and it became evident that 2 of the little rugrats were his. Every so often they would go up to him and he would acknowledge them and then tell them to go back and sit next to their (extremely pregnant) mommy.

I actually kind of like that the kids were in the service, it made it kind of homey, like we were all gathered in someone's living room. After a brief sermon (on parenting, of course) we got to chat with a few folks and the preacher invited us over for dinner in a few weeks (after the baby is born). The church culture was so different than the South. Everyone wore jeans, and several people wore boots. The brothel, gambling, and drinking were all brought up casually with and/or by the preacher, things that would have any good Southern Belle blushing. Thank goodness I'm no Southern Belle. We plan on going back, though we do not plan on adding anymore than 2 to the congregation, for the time being at least. ;-)