I was able to grab a 5 hour chunk of sleep last night. Unfortunately, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed at 5 in the am. So as not to bother Mike, I dimmed my phone and decided to see what my lovely FB friends had posted during the night. I saw junk. Junk that you and I have read before. Junk that I am so sick and tired of reading and letting it slip by without a comment, I just had to bust open the blog.
The first phrase that disappointed me was, Anne Romney is so full of (fill in the blank) that her eyes are brown.
I guess what enrages me so is the way in which people choose to tear people to shreds to make their point. What happened to being able to maturely state why you disagree with someone? When I read something ignorant like that I tend to think a WHOLE lot less of the person that spouted the trash, no matter which side of the aisle they're on. In fact, it makes me want to vote exactly the opposite.
Ann Romney is not running for President. Her husband is. Why are people so wrapped up in the spouses of the candidates? It's beyond me. Ann and Michelle are great people and even better moms from what I've seen and read. While I hope to see one of their husbands in the White House over the other, I think either of them make a great First Lady.
The second comment that boiled my blood is one we are all familiar with. It couldn't be farther from the truth and it puts an idiot label on anyone who says it. Here it is.... Ann Romney has never worked a day in her life.
If you believe that, then we need to Facebook divorce one another muy rapida. Like yesterday. Do I really need to explain myself here? Please say 'no'. Do some research and find some solid reasons to state your point, but never, ever say that.
While Ann has finished raising her 5 kids, I am in the thick of raising our 5. I've been at it for 17 years now, this 'non-job' of mine. hah. HAH! There have been times for us when the finances were abundant and times when finances didn't exist at all. But from day 1, it has ALWAYS been a j-o-b. One that I'm eternally happy to have, on the good days and most of the time on the bad days.
Your Facebook and Twitter are your own and you can write what you will. I challenge you fine friends of mine to be the better person, make your political point with integrity and a bit of research. +100 points to you if you can do it without swearing.
Clisty, a Mormon mom of 5 who has one less Facebook friend and according to some, has never worked a day in her life. (puhleez)