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Pizza Party on Fridays…

“And if you vote for me, I will make sure we have a pizza party EVERY Friday in the teachers lounge.”

I was in 5th grade. I just freaking wanted to be student council president. I was all set to win. The odds were in my favor. And then- the candidate I ran against busted out the “pizza party on Fridays” line and he won. I was devastated. I remember telling my mom through tears “Don’t people realize he can’t do that??”

I DESPISE BLANKET STATEMENTS.

DISCLAIMER–**But, for the sake of my blog I am not going to qualify each thing I say. I am qualifying it now. {As I have done in previous posts} I understand that every Republican/Conservative in the world does not feel this way and does not like who our President Elect is. HEAR ME WHEN I SAY THAT. I will use blanket statements for the sake of this blog, and my posts, but I in no way think that everyone shares the same feelings as other members of their respective parties. **

You just voted for the pizza party.

And it ain’t going to happen.

  1. You think you finally have a President that “hears you”. With all sincerity I say to people that feel this way… “HUH?” I mean I get it. I always think people who have never lived my lifestyle, don’t know anything about middle class America, and don’t even know where my state is, MUST be the type of person to “hear me” when I talk. (Where’s the emoji with the eyes looking up in a sarcastic way when you need it?)
  2. “But he’s going to stand for what I stand for! He’s going to get rid of gay marriage and abortion!” WRONG. He doesn’t have that power and 2 days after he was elected he recanted doing anything about either of those. He’s not building a wall either.
  3. “He’s not taking a salary! I mean come on guys, that is so admirable. Hillary totally would have taken a salary.” Ummm— he’s not taking a salary- good for him. He’s just going to cost America more in secret service/guards/protection than any president in history due to the fact that his family is not embracing the White House and he is said himself that he does not want to be there “full time.” Yes kudos for not taking the salary. {Gosh I need that emoji again}
  4. “The stock market has already gone up since the day he was elected!” Yep. And so have gas prices.

 

Enjoy your pizza.

8 minutes…8 months

I lost a bet during the 2nd debate

I had bet Donald Trump could make it 15 minutes being a “normal” person.

He made it 8 minutes.

8 whole minutes! He made it 8 minutes before the bantering, disrespectful, misogynous, attitude came out. I lost $10 dollars.

When it comes to Donald Trump being president, I have told my husband he could make it 8 months. 8 whole months before he gives up, says he quits, and realizes the enormous position that being President is. I give him 8 months. I want to note that I said that long before Hillary Clinton lost the election. I have said this for months now.

Today an article was posted on The Washington Post that Trump has already announced he doesn’t want to live at the White House full time.  He has ALREADY said this and he hasn’t even become the next President. I cannot understand this mind set. It’s insane. And therefore– I give him 8 months before he is ready to throw in the towel.

I pray I am wrong, but fear I am right.

8 minutes. Mark my words.

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Roxy

A heartbreaking week 

This week has been nothing short of heartbreaking. I went to bed Monday night with an excitement I haven’t felt since I believed in Santa Clause. Honestly- I didn’t know if I COULD go to sleep.

“This is the last night I am going to sleep in a world where a female has never been President” I told myself as I drifted off to sleepy town with (undoubtedly) a smile on my face.

Tuesday morning I woke up PUMPED! I posted a meme where a lady has her hands in the air and the quote says “hallelujah! This is the final day of the election”. (Something to that affect). I was elated that THE day had finally arrived. I listened to “Fight Song” about 8 times and danced around my house. Literally danced. Elizabeth Banks posted a rendition of “Fight Song” that was acapella and was performed by HRC supporters. I could NOT have been more pumped. I felt pumped! I felt energized! I felt proud!

But we had a small problem… I had class at 6pm nearly an hour away. I had emailed and called my professor to protest holding class during such a monumental moment in our nation. We were about to shake up history and I didn’t want to miss a moment of it. Sure I knew it was going to be a “grand slam” win, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of blue being splattered over my tv screen. I never heard back from my professor so against my better judgement, I headed to class. When I was less than 10 minutes away, my buddy from class called to say she had sent us home to watch the election! Woot woot! Turned around, called the hubs to give him the good news, and began jamming! There it was again… “Brave” and “Fight Song” kept me going on the drive home. Tears were in my eyes and I began to (once again) try to soak in what HRC winning would mean to ME.

I came home, grabbed a slice of pizza and headed upstairs. To the best of my memory I remember seeing HRC at 90 votes and Trump at 30. Here we go! She was in it to win it and it was about to happen. In less than an hour I had already moved downstairs. I sat in the quiet and began to cry. I couldn’t fathom what was happening. How were reporters already talking about predictions of Trump to win states that are ALWAYS blue??

At 9:34 I gave up. I lost hope. I walked out into the garage and began too remove the “Women Can Stop Trump” sticker off my car. At 10:13 I got a text from my sister that contained a photo of her smiling from ear to ear with the caption “I love you BUT…” on it. (I love my sister. That’s how we roll. I would have done the same thing had the roles been reversed.  I’m not mad at her). I managed to stay awake til nearly 1:00 and I laid there and cried. I began to vent to my husband and bawl like a baby. He held me and heard me. While he didn’t vote for Trump, he also didn’t vote for HRC. BUT– this didn’t matter. He wanted to be there for ME.

I woke up several times throughout the night only to cry again. It wasn’t a dream. This was happening.

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As dawn broke on Wednesday morning… so did my heart. I began to weep and feel things inside of me I have never felt before. I was heartbroken, devastated, angry, confused… it is still too fresh for me to describe accurately how I felt. I watched a bit more of the news and cried while I ate my oatmeal. My husband had to leave town and held me one last time. He left, I cried, and my phone began to blow up. (That’s another post yet to come).

I sat in silence as I waited for her speech. I cried when she walked out and smiled while she held back tears. Her words were so poised and eloquent… and above all, heartfelt. My heart broke for me, for her, for her many supporters (according to popular vote there were more HRC fans than Trump fans). My heart was shattered for what this meant for women, for minorities, for members of the LGBTQ community, and many others.

My heart is broken over this devastating loss. And for me (and many others) that’s exactly what it is!… a devastating loss. We will recover. We will move forward. I will support Trump through prayer. I will give him a chance. And I will continue to chip away at the “glass ceiling”.

A broken hearted Hillary supporter,

Roxy

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