Yes we can - iSi pedimos!
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality.
Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
Yes we can heal this nation.
Yes we can repair this world.
Yes we can.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --
Yes. We. Can.
Things I've Learned
I have learned that the value of a drink depends on how your day has been.
I have learned that the value of love depends on if you get it but more so on if you give it.
I have learned that the value of family depends on how pissed off you were the last time you spoke.
I have learned that the value of a kiss depends on the last time you had one, and sometimes on the next time you think you will get one.
I have learned that the value of gas will fluctuate and that it doesn't matter how many times I say 'fluctuations' it still sounds like 'fk u asians'.
I have learned that the value of a dollar never meant as much as when I was a kid, standing at the gas station buying Swedish Fish. Damn, 95 of those things was a lot!
I have learned that the value of time changes when you have a lot to get done.
I have learned that the value of my car increases with every pound I put on.
I have learned that the value of a list decreased if you can't find the damn thing.
I have learned that the value of potatoes decreased when I can fit 3 whole ones in my mouth at the same time.
Bah!
Today I tried to cut all the seeds off of a strawberry... I soon found out that it was much like trying to cut the pedophile out of Michael Jackson. It may have been easier with some high voltage or maybe some handcuffs and a hot poker. Damn it, so I gave up and just ate the fkn things with the seeds on!
Where'd it go???
Well, the job market is proving softer than I thought. I have been looking very diligently and nothing is showing up. I have had a few really nice prospects but nothing pulls thru. It really sucks! I'm not sure how long I can go on like this... I have to find a job! Sure the time off has been really nice but I'm sick of feeling like I can't spend any money. Sometimes a man just needs a new keyboard, or hard drive! I can't help it. It's the facts of life.
So here's another story. Today is suppose to be around 80 degrees... So last night (in an effort to avoid using the ac today) I opened some windows and turned on a fan to cool down the house. It worked. It's so cold in the house that when I came out of my bedroom I think I sprained my left nut when it jumped into my abdomen. The house is now 51 degrees... it's currently 52 outside! A bit on the chilly side... so, I was forced to take action... I'm now sitting in the garage, where it's warmer. At least it's 68 in here... and with a warm laptop on my legs, I'm staying pretty comfortable. I'll need a nut massage later to heal the sprain but I think I'll make it thru.
The drama that rocked the nation.
The nation paused to mark the seventh anniversary of the Sept. 11
terrorist attacks with a heartfelt ceremony at ground zero and other
solemn remembrances around the country. This is my solemn tribute to the
men and women who died and for those who fought for their lives on that
dreadful day and the days following. May your memory live on forever in
the hearts and minds of every red blooded American. God be with you all.
-Yoshi
How I've been...
I was just responding to a friends message about how I am... and got to thinking about it. You know, for real. Then I wrote this email back.
Well, I'd love to tell you that my life is all roses and butterflies... but you know better.
I think the biggest thing about life is that you have to get to a point where you enjoy the journey, because once you get where you're going, that's it... you're done.
I struggle with the balance between being a good dad and being a good student. Between being a good decent model and disciplining my children properly. Between being a good husband and taking time for myself. I'm sure you've been there. I wouldn't say that my life is hard because it's certainly been worse, but I will say that it's a constant struggle and it's really nice to have memories to fall back on when you get into a position that you're not happy with.
Faded Memories.
I ran and ran, climbed and struggled, completely out of breath and finally reached the basement of our split level home, it was such a struggle, those damn stairs. All six of them, like a hill, taunting me and teasing me, but they would not win, not today, for I am about to enter my hiding spot... the one that NO ONE can find me in. This spot is the spot of all spots. I crouch, crawl, wiggle and finally come to rest behind the water heater... I'm so clever... they will never find me... I try desperately to stuff back the giggles that were trying so hard to escape. I can't laugh, not now, I'm in THE spot... I can't give it away. So I stifle every giggle, every gasp for breath. Hours pass, and they never found me... I finally gave up.
In hind sight I now know that the older kids weren't even looking for me, I was only two, and they were playing hide and seek with their friends... not with me. But MAN I can still feel the rush of the chase. The thrill of knowing I could not be found... the thrill of knowing I had outsmarted someone older than me. It was such crap too because the 'wall' behind me was only studs... had they walked into the adjacent room they would have seen me in plain sight... right there... crouched behind the water heater.
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Family Abuse!
Customers phone not working...
He complains to sister...
Sister is VERY nice and agrees to call tech support on his behalf.
He's at home. She's at home. They do not live together, or even in the
same city!
I'm on the phone with her, she's texting him. And he's replying by text
to her.
It's taking FOREVER!
She's waiting for him to text. She's impatient, but keeps waiting.
Did I mention that she is a very nice person.
She's screaming at the phone, waiting for his text. "What the hell can
you possibly be doing?! It was a Yes or No question!"
She's really mad now.
Then I hear, "GOD DAMNIT" followed by a loud crashing sound and the
phone line goes dead.
I think the lady threw her own phone. Good going, dumbass, now you have
no way to call us either.
Do you have another family member that will call in so you can text?
