I am a patriot. Watching the 2024 Democratic National Convention over the past four days was intense. Intense and joyful. The energy was positive. The speakers came across as authentic and motivating. I am so grateful to have Kamala Harris and Tim Walz as candidates and as an antidote for the MAGA party. For almost all of my life when someone asked if I were a Democrat or a Republican, I would respond, “I vote common sense. I do not vote by party affiliation.”
And do you know what? I still believe that all of these years later
even though I have NEVER voted for a Republican candidate. I voted for the
candidates that had values important to me and that cared about the needs of
all people. I always assumed my fellow Americans did the same no matter what
party they supported. And I was good with that. Until now. Given a choice of Harris
whose entire career has been about representing all people over someone like
former President Trump who has focused on helping the rich get richer at the
expense of the middle class.
I am excited to know that Harris and Walz will not only continue to
work to expand on policies that help the middle class but that they themselves
have integrity. Anyone calling them communists or socialists, needs to go back
and do their research on communism and socialism. Sigh.
Today I decided to take a mini break from the world of politics and so
I made a batch of macaroni salad for Joe and went to get my nails ‘enhanced.’ I
love the word ‘enhanced’ instead of saying I got my nails done. Now I am
watching the Laci Peterson story on Netflix. Anything to decompress a bit.
Tonight, is our family’s international dinner out for the month – our country
is Africa, so we narrowed it down to Egyptian food in Saint Paul. Joe, Megan
and I lived in Egypt for one year (2002-2003) and decided it would be fun to introduce
Jeremy, Caleb, and Charlotte to Egyptian food. We are hoping it will be a tasty
food night for the baby Megan is currently growing. Megan refers to the baby as
Bean.
Today I asked her not to name the baby Donald if it is a boy. She promised
she would not. I’d like to share her real response (which had nothing to do
with Donald Trump) except I try to not use swear words in my writing.
It is a blessed day if our grandbaby Bean will not be named Donald, my
nails are looking good, and we are going out to dinner as a family this evening
to learn about a different culture. Hope you are having a blessed day.
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