I have been paying lots of attention to our politics...who's running...who's behind...who's ahead...who's religious...who's not...who's white...who's black...who's old and who's young.
I also listened heard for content! Who is sincere and really wants to make a difference in our lives.
I've come to the conclusion that they're all sincere and basically they all want the same things for us.
But gotta narrow it down. Are we what our parents were? Are we free-thinkers that listen and digest exactly what they're promising.
And then do we remember all these things for the next 4 to 8 years?
They mean well...I know that. Is it time for a woman!!!! I really think it's not gender...but it's time for someone as smart as Hilliary...so that's where I'm placing my vote.
Hope the voting machines are more honest than they were when Gore was running with Bush. It really wasn't fair.
Oh well....lots of things can still happen!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Such a sad tale!
When I was in the first or second grade my teacher told me a story which I never forgot. And the reason it has come to my mind now is because of Kuniko.
The story is about a little Japanese boy 6 years old who now lived in American with his mother and father.
His friends called him Terry but his mother insisted he be called by his Japanese name.
One day when he was playing he had an accident. His friend knocked on his friend's mother's door and screamed...Terry Terry Timko Mushka Rimbo Berri Berri Bushkie fell in the well.
By the time he uttered up all those names...little Terry had drowned.
I guess the moral to that story was shortening a name is not all that bad.
The story is about a little Japanese boy 6 years old who now lived in American with his mother and father.
His friends called him Terry but his mother insisted he be called by his Japanese name.
One day when he was playing he had an accident. His friend knocked on his friend's mother's door and screamed...Terry Terry Timko Mushka Rimbo Berri Berri Bushkie fell in the well.
By the time he uttered up all those names...little Terry had drowned.
I guess the moral to that story was shortening a name is not all that bad.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Time to forgive!
I'm of an age where I remember World War 11 extremely well. I do have to admit that I had never heard of Pearl Harbor until we were bombed. I actually had a wonderful uncle killed in Hawaii....
Why I'm on this tangent tonight is because I had a Japanese tasting party in my home today and it was really culturally interesting.
The hostess of our party, a charming middle-aged Japanese woman who came to visit for one week.
She wanted to shop, cook and feed us for a tasting party. Some of the ladies enjoyed the food...othes didn't.
I had the pleasure of collecting the plates with soup and noodles designed to enter my trash bag.
Most of it was very good...very healthy cooking with soy and beans mixed into interesting concoctions.
We all asked Kuniko different questions about her family life and her government. She admitted that she doesn't care for the emporer. I didn't know that he is the grandson of Hiroshima.
They watch CNN in their country and she drives a 17 year old small car. Gas is $7.00 a gallon..so I guess we shouldn't complain.
Everytime we asked her something, she thanked us over and over.
It was an enlightening day..and one I want to think about for some time.
The world has become very small...very global...and I guess we're all sisters.
Why I'm on this tangent tonight is because I had a Japanese tasting party in my home today and it was really culturally interesting.
The hostess of our party, a charming middle-aged Japanese woman who came to visit for one week.
She wanted to shop, cook and feed us for a tasting party. Some of the ladies enjoyed the food...othes didn't.
I had the pleasure of collecting the plates with soup and noodles designed to enter my trash bag.
Most of it was very good...very healthy cooking with soy and beans mixed into interesting concoctions.
We all asked Kuniko different questions about her family life and her government. She admitted that she doesn't care for the emporer. I didn't know that he is the grandson of Hiroshima.
They watch CNN in their country and she drives a 17 year old small car. Gas is $7.00 a gallon..so I guess we shouldn't complain.
Everytime we asked her something, she thanked us over and over.
It was an enlightening day..and one I want to think about for some time.
The world has become very small...very global...and I guess we're all sisters.