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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Endorse this!
Dear Prospective President:
I want you to be human. I am not stupid, I know that you are not perfect. I don't need you to be, because I am not. Now I could be mistaken but I believe that you as president are supposed to represent the typical American Citizen. No one is asking you to play God. No one is asking you to be a bully. No one is asking you to make promises you can't keep.
I respond to honesty. I respond to hard work. I respond to smiles when you are happy, and tears when you are sad. I respond to you working hard for me and in turn I will work hard for us. I do not respond to celebrity endorsements. For goodness sakes I have enough proactiv, wheaties, nikes, etc hanging out in my cabinets. I don't respond to empty promises or kissing babies. I just want you to give it to me straight. I need you to help me understand the economy and society we have become. I need to know that if at any point you feel like you ethics are being tested you will not take the easy way out because the country with the check in their hand asking you to ignore that voice in your head. Because Mr/Mrs Prospective President...that voice is me and my peers. We are not dumb people because we don't see ourselves fit to run our country. We are armed forces, engineers, architects, entertainers, bankers, miners, farmers, mechanics, students, mothers, fathers, teachers, nurses, doctors, CEO's, we are the people that believed you were fit to run our country. Believe in us and we will believe in you.
Sincerely,
Whit
P.S. We need dark to appreciate night. We need bitter to taste sweet. We need differnce to appreciate likeness. We need liberals to appreciate conservative. We need Republican to appreciate Democrat. This is our flaw as humans. But God blessed us with the ability to reason and compromise. The answer isn't ever black or white.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Purple and Gold
Red and Gray....they represent the Bold and the Neutral to me and never will represent Ohio. What is a buckeye anywho?
Being ill-equipped in my football knowledge and never cocky enough to pretend like I know I shall list! I shall list and use the words of those that can fake football knowledge better than I, those sweet folks at ESPN:
5. Sweater-vests...come one... "If you see a silver helmet and a sweater vest coming, contact authorities. "
4. A bean really that is your mascot...the fighting beans. Okay I have nothing to back this up, I just pose the questions, who is frightened by a bean?
3. 10-0...no problem...3 games prior all wins, Florida, Auburn, Alabama and now the 4th and final, Ohio.
2. Home is where the ring is. "He's stuck here," Coleman said. "We got him a ring now."
1. After the game, just inside the locker-room door, there stood Dorsey, Sharpie in hand, signing the backs of LSU jerseys worn by his coaches' sons. Dorsey, towering over Omari Porter, the young son of assistant head coach Larry Porter, bellowed, "What's up, dawg? We champs, huh?"
Being ill-equipped in my football knowledge and never cocky enough to pretend like I know I shall list! I shall list and use the words of those that can fake football knowledge better than I, those sweet folks at ESPN:
5. Sweater-vests...come one... "If you see a silver helmet and a sweater vest coming, contact authorities. "
4. A bean really that is your mascot...the fighting beans. Okay I have nothing to back this up, I just pose the questions, who is frightened by a bean?
3. 10-0...no problem...3 games prior all wins, Florida, Auburn, Alabama and now the 4th and final, Ohio.
2. Home is where the ring is. "He's stuck here," Coleman said. "We got him a ring now."
1. After the game, just inside the locker-room door, there stood Dorsey, Sharpie in hand, signing the backs of LSU jerseys worn by his coaches' sons. Dorsey, towering over Omari Porter, the young son of assistant head coach Larry Porter, bellowed, "What's up, dawg? We champs, huh?"
Monday, December 17, 2007
Christmas
Well, we have made it. It is not normally that I stand so tall on my soap box(oh who am I kidding...), but the image you are seeing to the left of me is one of the most disturbing things I have seen in a while(let me clarify however, there are much more disturbing things, war, mass killings, etc, please do not think that I have fogotten these things.). I have thought of all the whitty ways that I could write this, but truth be told there is not one.
I will be the first to say that my Faith has been tested a time or two and I am not the best example of a Christian, but I however, have this Faith that up until this day, December 17, 2007 not a single solitary event in my life has been able to shake me of.
I believe that I am one of the most fortunate little girls on this planet. I have walked into situations not thinking. I have gotten myself in Barney Rubble Trouble. I have been stuck somewhere between: luck, no luck, and bad luck and still come out the other side of the tunnel smiling, healthy, and alive. I know how fortunate I am. I look at my family and friends and know that in them lies all the proof I need that there is something greater than me in this universe. I know God and God knows me(the good and the bad) and he somehow has helped keep my Faith strong.
This banter, however, is not about my testimony to Christianity as I know that I have a lot of growing to do, and I look forward to doing it. It however, is about our(as a collective whole) ignorance to what Christmas is.
Christmas should be nothing more than a simple, yet wonderful reminder of Christ's humble beginning as a human child in this world. His birth merely set the stage for the power, glory, and salvation that would be revealed in His life, death, and resurrection! Whether it's December 25th, sometime in late September, or any other day of the year, we should use each and every opportunity to reflect on Jesus Christ. It is about allowing everyone of every denomination to celebrate this time of year. I just like millions of others tend to lose track of why we give gifts, why we have Santa or Saint Nick, why we celebrate at all. It is not about lights and trees and holiday sales. It is not about warranty's and the perfect meal. It is not about worring about extra pounds, cookies, or secret santa gifts. It is simply one day of each year that we can celebrate that Jesus was born. It is about all he gave to the world. It is about remembering for one day that there was a family in this universe that we all share.
I believe that each person should celebrate in whatever fashion suits them, I just hope that each of us can remember Christmas and Santa's humble beginnings.It is about something that we can not put in a bag and sell for 24.99.
Within the bag pictured above are the following: 1 minature tree, 12 small wooden ornaments of a fat santa, elves, trains, drums, snowman, and rudolf(none of the Holy family) and 1 string of lights. I wonder if this is indeed the all inclusive Christmas in a Bag we as a whole have been reduced to?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Narrow Escape
Where have the days gone. It has been way to long for me not to have written. Here goes....
Well, ladies and gent. It happened. It finally happened. I mean after 3 months it was bound to happen, but indeed it finally did. I guess the best way to recap this story is to start with the long line of the Irish luck heritage that is in my blood.
As a child I am sure that you know, I used to get stuck in things. Some would call this dumb, but how was I to know that my head was larger than most due to my enormous brain mass. I would get my head stuck in patio tables and even boxes. I mean I watched Bill Nye I was trying to do and educational experiment with the box, the dangers of this experiment were not expressed. I call it dumb luck. I mean really, how often at your own birthday party does the space walk decide to deflate with you in it? None the less, I fear I have gone on a tangent and for the sake of the story I shall move on to a more current day in time.
For this I feel a list is required:
1. Wreck-of which financially I am solely responsible for.
2. Broken windshield due to what the police report deemed as criminal mischief.
3. Stolen car.
4. No car.
5. Get said car back.
6. Wreck.
7. Move into new place with rental truck only to have said rental hit in parking lot.
8. Get car back.
9. Window falls on said car.
10. Go to apartment to find instead of cutting off the neighbors power, they cut off mine...stayed at a friends only for him to eat my Whole Foods Chowder.
11. Receive ticket in the mail for not make in a complete stop at a red light to make a right turn. Who knows...damn traffic cameras.
12. LSU lost...(not my bad luck personally but depressing none the less).
This ladies is where I end to tell the story of this morning.I wake up. It is a morning of any other. I had dreams of hanging out with Eric Dane...mmmm good...He had legs in this dream. I had two black eyes as I hit my head square in the middle of my nose on the back of my couch bending over to pick up my laptop. None the less, I popped 2 alieve, put on some concealer to solve that bout of clumsiness. I jump ahead though. I turn on the heater and the coffee maker to heat up some water. I put my tea bag in the cup. I go take a shower. Wrapped up in my robe I hit the button to on the maker to pour me a perfectly proportioned cup of hot water and put 2 pieces of toast in the toaster(ironic as just last night I was telling a lad that I did not really eat toast). I feed Mags and go back to the toaster. I move the small mirror that fell off the wall to the counter so that I can remember to put it up tonight. I take out the butter and decide I am going to have cinnamon toast. I reach in the cabinet for the cinnamon sugar concoction and my canister of sugar for my mint green tea. The canister of sugar tumbles to the cabinet and I cover my eyes as I do not want to see the mess that is about to be. I am pleasantly surprised when I see that the canister did not break. Yay, my bad luck is over.
I eat my cinnamon toast, glowing at the thought of my good fortune. I return to the sink to drop off my plate and put everything away. That is when I see it. The sight that no 25 year old girl at her wits end on a Monday after a holiday wants to see.The single mirror from above my sink...broken in three pieces as a result of a fallen sugar canister.
~Batina M. Jackson, Esquire
Well, ladies and gent. It happened. It finally happened. I mean after 3 months it was bound to happen, but indeed it finally did. I guess the best way to recap this story is to start with the long line of the Irish luck heritage that is in my blood.
As a child I am sure that you know, I used to get stuck in things. Some would call this dumb, but how was I to know that my head was larger than most due to my enormous brain mass. I would get my head stuck in patio tables and even boxes. I mean I watched Bill Nye I was trying to do and educational experiment with the box, the dangers of this experiment were not expressed. I call it dumb luck. I mean really, how often at your own birthday party does the space walk decide to deflate with you in it? None the less, I fear I have gone on a tangent and for the sake of the story I shall move on to a more current day in time.
For this I feel a list is required:
1. Wreck-of which financially I am solely responsible for.
2. Broken windshield due to what the police report deemed as criminal mischief.
3. Stolen car.
4. No car.
5. Get said car back.
6. Wreck.
7. Move into new place with rental truck only to have said rental hit in parking lot.
8. Get car back.
9. Window falls on said car.
10. Go to apartment to find instead of cutting off the neighbors power, they cut off mine...stayed at a friends only for him to eat my Whole Foods Chowder.
11. Receive ticket in the mail for not make in a complete stop at a red light to make a right turn. Who knows...damn traffic cameras.
12. LSU lost...(not my bad luck personally but depressing none the less).
This ladies is where I end to tell the story of this morning.I wake up. It is a morning of any other. I had dreams of hanging out with Eric Dane...mmmm good...He had legs in this dream. I had two black eyes as I hit my head square in the middle of my nose on the back of my couch bending over to pick up my laptop. None the less, I popped 2 alieve, put on some concealer to solve that bout of clumsiness. I jump ahead though. I turn on the heater and the coffee maker to heat up some water. I put my tea bag in the cup. I go take a shower. Wrapped up in my robe I hit the button to on the maker to pour me a perfectly proportioned cup of hot water and put 2 pieces of toast in the toaster(ironic as just last night I was telling a lad that I did not really eat toast). I feed Mags and go back to the toaster. I move the small mirror that fell off the wall to the counter so that I can remember to put it up tonight. I take out the butter and decide I am going to have cinnamon toast. I reach in the cabinet for the cinnamon sugar concoction and my canister of sugar for my mint green tea. The canister of sugar tumbles to the cabinet and I cover my eyes as I do not want to see the mess that is about to be. I am pleasantly surprised when I see that the canister did not break. Yay, my bad luck is over.
I eat my cinnamon toast, glowing at the thought of my good fortune. I return to the sink to drop off my plate and put everything away. That is when I see it. The sight that no 25 year old girl at her wits end on a Monday after a holiday wants to see.The single mirror from above my sink...broken in three pieces as a result of a fallen sugar canister.
~Batina M. Jackson, Esquire
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Trespass in Temptation
blank. My mind is a total blank. [church chior sings] hallelujia!
If Rufus craves cigarettes and chocolate milk, what do i crave. Below you will find my list of cravings:
1. pina coladas
2. coke*
3. Summer rain
4. nakedness(not naughty nakendess, just lying wrapped up after a shower in your bed nakedness) so get your mind out of the gutter!
5. totinos pizza
6. the awkward after the first date, don't really know what is going on feeling.
7. bubble baths....ahhh...
8. home.
9. boxing
10. the smell of irish spring
11. red wine
12. nintendo, preferably Mario Bros.
13. chocolate cake with white icing
14. tres leches
If Rufus craves cigarettes and chocolate milk, what do i crave. Below you will find my list of cravings:
1. pina coladas
2. coke*
3. Summer rain
4. nakedness(not naughty nakendess, just lying wrapped up after a shower in your bed nakedness) so get your mind out of the gutter!
5. totinos pizza
6. the awkward after the first date, don't really know what is going on feeling.
7. bubble baths....ahhh...
8. home.
9. boxing
10. the smell of irish spring
11. red wine
12. nintendo, preferably Mario Bros.
13. chocolate cake with white icing
14. tres leches
Monday, October 22, 2007
Risk Avoidance
Experiment No. 1--RED vs GRAY:
Control: Me
Variable: Life and the people I bring into it.
Summary: As I sit on the steps of a random apartment complex, that may I add had hallways that smelled of beer and dog piss, talking on the phone to a friend, waiting patiently for my friend to get home with and unopened bottle of wine, he walked by. He was big Irish ball of cuteness. He had this blondish, redish,brownish hair. A slightly crooked smile. Perfect forearms and calves. And he walked by me. I followed him up with my eyes and somewhere between the steps and the front door of his apartment I did something about it. I knocked on his door. He answered. I asked for a wine opener and invited him to join me for a cup of wine. He pointing to 2 very large guys, said "I can't. I have to take the kids home." hmmmmm..... interesting. So instead he came opened my wine and poured me a glass. I introduced myself never to learn his name. As I returned his glass to his apartment I left a note with my number and invited him for a margarita that night. Still no name. That Irish boy, though, with out knowing opened more doors in my upcoming life than he will ever know.
_______
Cut to 6 months later. Triathalon here I come. I began running(by running I mean slow jog). I found myself eating better. I found myself taking care of me emotionally and physically. Because for the first time, no one around me mattered. I moved to Houston on my own. I would make it on my own. I would make it without the help of anyone else. Twenty five would be my year. Two cheeseburgers, 3 laps around Memorial, 2 bottles of wine, 2 pasta dishes, 3 Fireman's No. 4, 1 scrambled egg and cheese, 4 chicken pitas, 2 rainbows, one drive home, and that was the end I just never knew. It was August 3 when I would get the real reality check. The independence I had known for so long would come to a screeching hault. So in two months I would very quickly learn that it is the people you try like hell to push out of your life so hard that you need the most. Had it not been for a boy that I wanted more than anything but needed the least entering my life I would not have looked up and seen the hope. He didn't break my heart. He didn't give me any great insight into love. He distracted me from everything. He took the sting out of what would normally be a very bitter situation. He didn't make any hurt go away. He did not treat me better than anyone else. I am not really sure that he did anything special. But that is just it. He was normal. And then he was gone. And that my friend made him exactly what I needed. He was me as a boy. He was the risk I avoided. He was exactly what I didn't need. I still had experimenting to do. I was the control in this experiment and I had to move to the next one.
So here I am. Better. Happier. Still hoping for my bliss that lies somewhere between my desires and needs. Still hoping for home. Still me unchanged.
Conclusion: So when my phone rings in the middle of the night and my momma yells whatcha gonna do with your life. Oh mamma don't you know that you are still number one, but girls just wanna have fun, ohhh girls they want to have fun.
Control: Me
Variable: Life and the people I bring into it.
Summary: As I sit on the steps of a random apartment complex, that may I add had hallways that smelled of beer and dog piss, talking on the phone to a friend, waiting patiently for my friend to get home with and unopened bottle of wine, he walked by. He was big Irish ball of cuteness. He had this blondish, redish,brownish hair. A slightly crooked smile. Perfect forearms and calves. And he walked by me. I followed him up with my eyes and somewhere between the steps and the front door of his apartment I did something about it. I knocked on his door. He answered. I asked for a wine opener and invited him to join me for a cup of wine. He pointing to 2 very large guys, said "I can't. I have to take the kids home." hmmmmm..... interesting. So instead he came opened my wine and poured me a glass. I introduced myself never to learn his name. As I returned his glass to his apartment I left a note with my number and invited him for a margarita that night. Still no name. That Irish boy, though, with out knowing opened more doors in my upcoming life than he will ever know.
_______
Cut to 6 months later. Triathalon here I come. I began running(by running I mean slow jog). I found myself eating better. I found myself taking care of me emotionally and physically. Because for the first time, no one around me mattered. I moved to Houston on my own. I would make it on my own. I would make it without the help of anyone else. Twenty five would be my year. Two cheeseburgers, 3 laps around Memorial, 2 bottles of wine, 2 pasta dishes, 3 Fireman's No. 4, 1 scrambled egg and cheese, 4 chicken pitas, 2 rainbows, one drive home, and that was the end I just never knew. It was August 3 when I would get the real reality check. The independence I had known for so long would come to a screeching hault. So in two months I would very quickly learn that it is the people you try like hell to push out of your life so hard that you need the most. Had it not been for a boy that I wanted more than anything but needed the least entering my life I would not have looked up and seen the hope. He didn't break my heart. He didn't give me any great insight into love. He distracted me from everything. He took the sting out of what would normally be a very bitter situation. He didn't make any hurt go away. He did not treat me better than anyone else. I am not really sure that he did anything special. But that is just it. He was normal. And then he was gone. And that my friend made him exactly what I needed. He was me as a boy. He was the risk I avoided. He was exactly what I didn't need. I still had experimenting to do. I was the control in this experiment and I had to move to the next one.
So here I am. Better. Happier. Still hoping for my bliss that lies somewhere between my desires and needs. Still hoping for home. Still me unchanged.
Conclusion: So when my phone rings in the middle of the night and my momma yells whatcha gonna do with your life. Oh mamma don't you know that you are still number one, but girls just wanna have fun, ohhh girls they want to have fun.
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