Every object is insured in this world but one thing is left this world, except this world everything is insured and it is safe. In this current scenario insuring an object is something very necessary and its safe too. But insuring should be safe and to the right and a reliable person, because at danger of an insured object he should be there to rescue you. For example your house is insured and suddenly it catches fire and at the end you see that your house is damaged very badly, now your current economic status is also poor, then you remember insuring your house you just make a call to the company and there he is to rescue you. He finishes all formalities and gives the estimated amount right there how it feels for you. You will even forget that your house was under fire and start thinking how to renew your home this happiness should a person get and this assurance and guarantee a person should get when he is insuring something.

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Mă duc la locul meu şi încep să recoltez paginile vechiului meu roman. Roman e totusi impropriu spus. Mai degraba, rodul dependenţei mele de a scrie. Da, parcă era şi un capitol despre dependenţe, îmi amintesc. Avea un titlu cât jumătate din pagină: " Dependenţele sufletului văzute prin prisma unui maniac sentimental. Dependenţele cauzate de plictiseală şi stres. Dependenţa de sex a unui impotent. Dependenţa pentru dragoste depăşeşte dependenţa de droguri. [...] " Mi-a plăcut să scriu pe tema asta. Nu neapărat pentru că aş fi dependentă de ceva anume, dar pentru că am dezvoltat şi o teorie - prin analiza dependenţelor unui individ, afli al doilea cel mai sigur adevăr de pe Pământ (primul este inevitabil moartea).
Afli cea mai mare nevoie a persoanei respective. Mulţi suntem dependenţi de prieteni. O bună parte şi de bani. Sunt unii care îşi regăsesc dependenţa în cunoaştere. Există până şi dependenţi de gumă de mestecat. Lumea se învârte în jurul dependenţelor negate.
După ce adun toate hârtiile, mă duc şi-mi pun geaca peste treningul vechi cu care eram îmbrăcată. Deschid uşa şi arunc cheile în buzunar.
Afară nu e nimeni. Pe băncuţa din parc, îmi ţin companie doar nişte nori gri şi lenţi. Atmosfera e mută. Vântul se zbate şi-mi învăluie gândurile, anesteziându-le complet.
Mă simt neutră. Complet goală şi neutră. Dar nu pentru mult timp. Am uitat să spun care este singura excepţie care ne include pe toţi - dependenţa de timp. De timp depinde tot restul vieţii mele din momentul următor. Şi totuşi, nu pot să mă abţin de la a întreba: peste o oră, răsare soarele cald sau mă picură ploaia rece.

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This month we wanted to focus on something that may seem a little easier to most. Lets turn our favorite digi page into a hybrid to display at home or just make a hybrid page using a digital design. It can be as simple as printing the page and putting it in a frame to layering your printed material and mixing it with physical product. It is up to you! Personally I love to add a bit of Digital and Physical together for a perfect mix but everyone has their own styles so lets see what you come up with.
Below you will find some inspiration from our Dream Girls.

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I'm noticing that lately my post have had A LOT of exclamation marks. That's because life is so wonderful! So in my last post I started a count down for the day that Aidan is going to get the g-tube out and I obviously haven't done a very good count down but hey, what can I say. Life at our place has been crazy! Juggling surgeries, doctors appointments, Rich's new job with Delta, and tests just doesn't leave us time for much else and yet we are the happiest little family in the whole world. We have been so blessed. Tomorrow is the big day. Well it's not THE big day. Unfortunately the ENT wasn't able to squeeze Aidan into his schedule to take the trach out at the same time the g-tube comes out. We are going to have to schedule yet another surgery for that. But he will be going in for surgery at 9am tomorrow morning to say goodbye to the g-tube. It has been a very long, stressful and frustrating road. I never could have imagined that I was going to have to teach my baby to eat. Every week for a year we went to a speech therapist where we would try different techniques, textures and flavors of food and drinks to get him to drink and eat. It was a rough and bumpy road but we made it through it and we are now going to be closing that chapter in our lives for good...tomorrow!.

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I either go to the back and just chill away from custos or I just stand there and think, unless you know its busy...

I had a weird ass dream last night fa realz

I dont remember the first one, I remember in the second one i was invisible

In the third one i was in a school event, i was in nmb still, everyone i ever met in school was in it, some of the turner girls was in it too, so yea in the dream were in a huge feild with like a theatre in the middle and people playing football and a ferris wheel, i decie to go outside and i notice a stand, the person behind the stand is roxy deville, this hot ass porn star, so we chill an talk and i end up buying her gum lol so i go a couple feet down the stand and theres a whole bunch of my favorite porn stars and im just thinking, oh shit what do i do lmao i start talking to roxy's boyfriend, i end up giving him gum lol so i go back where everyone in school is at, everyone is eating, and that skinny but hot girl dianna comes out of nowhere and starts ranking on me, so we have this whole rank session and everyone is just laughing at us lol all of a sudden tasha walks by and dianna is like, that girl is ugly and im like shut that shit up go tell her shes pretty and she does, so i try to talk to tasha but theres two guys there and they keep interupting me so, i leave lol and i see vanessa and somehow my hair get caught in her hair but i leave it there cause since our hairs are caught my face is on her boobs lmao so we walk and talk and somehow we separate and i notice everyone is in the theatre sections just sitting, for some reason i knew everyone was being controlled or poisoned and i do something about it, i go outside and the guards are like idk wat to tell you, thats wen i noticed this girl dressed like a super villain and i get scared so i run and she chases me and i notice a guy with "the antidote" so i case him and i manage to take it away from him but that girl is still chasing me, so i run away and once i get to this door i stand behind and wait for her to come out wen she does i try to splack her but she dodges and the guy is behind her, so i fight both of them at once and thats all i remember lol

chances are i won though cause ive never lost a 2 on 1

this dream reminded me of a dream i had the night before

i went to miami with my cousin (the marvin looking guy)
i ended up going to this party and i just sat there the whole time, so was everyone else tho, then i proceeded to start freehanding, thats wen everyone started leaving lmao my cousin left me so i met wait omg i just remembered this dream was looooooonnggg i was a superhero in the beggining of this dream and i met a girl but i left her and dianna was there to try me, THEN i started tripping on acid, thats wen i saw the boys by moca and they were all swo lmao, well marvins friends were swo but our crew was normal, by marvins crew i mean josh and randy and them.

so ive been a superhero, ive left a girl, and dianna has tried me in two dreams, and i was invisible in one.

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1. sharing out of print and hard to find music is the goal here, and sharing is a word that has positive, friendly connotations. rudeness will not be tolerated, and of course comments as such will not make it to a public post on this spot. you are being given a gift, so to speak, with music that i happen to have and would like for you to hear as well. i owe you nothing...you have not paid for any service. you are not a customer. if you don't like the way i post, blog elsewhere. sounds mean but so far, there have been several uppity individuals that need to hear this. the majority of you out there however, you are fantastic and i hope you are enjoying some of the tunes. 2. SE HABLA ESPAÑOL!!! 3. if music is available to the buying public, or is widely available as a used product and at a reasonable price, chances are you will not be seeing it here. look for your tunes on the sites i have provided below before making any requests. your pocketbook can be just as open as mine! 4. this is not a request blog. this is my blog, to post things that i like. if you happen to like it too, great. that's the whole idea. 5. above all, enjoy and get hooked on some new (or long forgotten) voices. ciao.

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Beyond Retro is a lovely chain specialized in vintage and second hand clothing. The first store was opened in 2000 to London and after that Beyond Retro conquered Stockholm with three different stores.

Stockholm's biggest Beyond Retro store is located at Mäster Samuelsgatan 56, which is basically in the middle of the city center.It's as huge as 6,000sq ft, so you really have to take your time digging through the items in order to find something that's "you". Luckily the clothes arranged by type, colour and time perioid which makes navigating through the wares a lot easier.
My personal favourite is the somewhat smaller store in Åsögatan 144, since you feel more in control of the space there.

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I was a little way from home, up in the northern, more rough-and-ready part of our county, walking along a path strewn with autumn leaves. The light was overcast, no brightness in the sky. Up ahead I saw three young women. They noticed I was coming and their leader made them stop and wait for me to catch up. All three of them were wearing small hand-crafted wings, sewn to their jackets between their shoulders. These wings couldn't be seen from the front, but of course I'd come up behind them. One of the girls, the one with the alpha attitude, was intent on bullying me; she gave me a shove as if to tell me I could go no further, that this path belonged to them. "Okay, I guess that means you don't want me here," I said, or something to that effect, with just a self-satisfying hint of irony. This exchange took place at a spot in the path that I noticed opened out onto a small but unmarked roadthe transition of the pavement was partly obscured by fallen leaves, easy to miss. I decided it would be wise not to engage with the girl's aggression, so I left the path and began to make an arc around the three.

[Enter fuzzy segue into next scene.]

I found myself in a room with them. I initiated questions, invited them to tell me about their wingswhat did they mean? and what did they do for the girls? Suddenly there were other young women in the room too, all wearing these little wings, part of the club, or whatever it was. They sat in wooden chairs scattered all around the room, a group, but very separate from each other somehow. I had directed my questions toward the original three, specifically the tough girl, but it was a small, slightly nerdy girl who first answered me. She was seated directly facing me, wore glasses and a white hoodie. She gave me an unexpected response, given the expressed temper of the group to this point; it was an answer of faith. She shyly told me that the wings helped her remember the prophet and his counsel. The feeling in the room changed for me; I realized I was in a teaching moment, and that these young women were open and ready and on. I continued asking my questions, and waiting for the girls to respondone here, one over there. I can't remember now the different sorts of things the rest of them told me, but each who took a turn talked to me about her own wings, and what they were to her. It was the asking and the listening that provided the teaching, not a lecture. It was a wonderful experience, heavy with importancein retrospect, it was emotionally much like picking a basket of perfectly ripe fruit and happily eating my fill while working.

At one point toward the end of the dream, I was so enthralled by what the girls were telling me that I realized I should be capturing the stories. I thought about trying to recreate the scene later by calling the girls back together when I was equipped with a microphone and a recorder, but knew that could never work. I heard an inner "Augggh!" and said to myself, "Looks like I'm just going to have to take my recorder with me everywhere from now on.

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In other Phoebe news, the other night when I was doing that yoga DVD in my room I moved the picnic basket that I always had at the foot of my bed with a blanket on it. It was there for Phoebe. She was unable to get onto the bed without it there, she needed that extra step for help.

I've known for awhile that I could move it, but never did.

Well, I didn't move it back once the DVD was done. I know I don't need it there anymore.

I know it may sound silly for some, but it made me very sad.

I miss my Phoebe girl.

But I love to think of all the great times I had with her, so I'm not gonna stop talking about her. EVER.

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Previously, Training Camp began and there were already problems: tests were taken, tests were failed; body fat was measured, and there were a lot of tears. 
This episode begins with Kitty coaching the three rookies that were sent to Kellis office last week: The Jordans and Kathryn.   Since this season seems less real (and more boring), I welcome Kittys presence.  At first, I didnt get her and her in-your-face-ways but now I see her as a breath of fresh air.  Kitty states that when the Rookies are having trouble with their routines, they call her up and she comes over since she has a relationship wit most of them after teaching them in pre-audition classes.  (I wonder who picked up the tab for this little dance clinic.)  Kitty feels that Kathryn doesnt have much pop to her.  I agree, shes cute but I feel like she would be more at home at a college football game right now.  Jordyn K. is and smiles like a flatliner.  Kitty tries to help her by making her repeats some head snapping/hair tossing move over and over again that makes me want to invest in a neckbrace.  The other Jordan has come alive today and has the cheer sex eyes down pat.  I guess she m not sure when this actually occurred, but we move onto Uniform Fitting.  I feel like this comes earlier and earlier each year, but that could just be the editing.  If youve never witnessed this before, this is when all the girls are fitted for their potential uniforms even though they may not actually get to wear one.  While this may seem cruel and not particularly cost-effective since each uniform has to be custom-fitted, as we will find out, even if a girl is a fantastic dancer and in great shape, if she doesnt have the right shape, shell never be able to put the stars on her belt.
First up is another Jordan (the one with short, dark hair).  My God, how many of them are there? I read one time that was the of the Eighties which I guess makes the of the Nineties.  Im calling it right now that twenty years from now when my non-existent daughter makes the squad for the Miami Dolphins that she wont be the only Greenlee on that roster.  The fitting montage begins as Kelli and the costumer adjust and measure each girl.  We learn that the ratio from belly button to waste band cant be too large and that the shorts are really tricky to size.  Also, tying the blouse is key (as is making sure that you have it on correctly).  According to Kelli, the knot for the blouse has to be tied around the bra, which most of the girls do not do correctly.  Good to know.  There is also a specific bra that the girls should wear, but we never learn which one (because I would totally go out and buy it so I can dance around my living room)  Lisa Rinna Crystal shows up to her fitting in a strapless bra which Kelli points out would be around her waste after a routine.  I bet it would also be really uncomfortable, but the whole uniform looks uncomfortable so there you go.  While Brandi is being fitted, Kelli notices her too long finger nails (with rhinestones!).  Ive seen much worse, but Kelli says that they just wont do and needs to be trimmed.  In a voiceover, Kelli mentions that they get a lot of girls with bad hair, bad makeup and bad taste.  Not only is it a Cheerleading program, but its also a finishing school. Or something.  Some of the girls have bodytypes that arent flattering for the uniform.  Kelli writes notes in her binder and I get nervous for all the girls that are , or .
Back from commercial were greeted with aerial photography and military-style music.  Im so glad the Producers havent allowed Jay to swoop in on a helicopter yet.  Instead he and his march up to the girls for the first day of Boot Camp.  Jay starts yelling out what theyll be doing today, instead of walking a little closer and talking in a normal voice.  As per usual, the girls will be trying to earn the coveted Power Squad tank top that is thankfully not available in camouflage this year.  Veteran Ally interviews that she narrowly missed the tank top last year but really wants it.  In a world where you can score a t-shirt just by signing up for a credit card, I dont see the sense in one by doing sit-ups, push-ups and a 2-mile run, but whatever.  The most interesting part of this whole segment seems to be the lack of pantyhose and shorts of an appropriate length.  Jay babbles on about how these girls are really athletes who dance and turning them into a finely tuned machine.  Oh whatever.  Finally, Jay announces the sixteen girls who made Power Squad including Ally who is so excited she wants to sleep in the shirt.  Do you know what would excite and motivate me?  A Michael Kors handbag, not a tank top for a team I may or may not end up making.
Back at Training Camp, Kelli begins the nights practice by announcing the Group Leaders (which I guess are like the Line Captains): Sarah, Nicole (I guess Kelli must have gotten over the failed test), Justine and McKenzie.  Everyone cheers.  With the groups and their leaders set, Kelli and Judy call each one up to the floor to rehearse.  Group One is all over the place with girls missing huge parts of the routine.  Alyssa, Brandi, and one of the Jordans are called out.  For those of you that have been keeping score at home, Brandi has now been singled out for bad nails and dancing ability.  I would say its safe to say that shes not long for the pantyhose and hot pants.  I guess Groups Two and Three are okay because we move to Group Four where Cassie runs out of gas according to both Kelli and Judy (she even says this twice).  When Judy tells her this, Cassie replies by asking for an inhaler, which apparently isnt even hers.  I dont really understand why she doesnt seem to have her own inhaler readily available or if she took this criticism better than it came off on TV, but Im tired so Im letting it slide. Kathryn is called out for stomping her way through the routines, but she continues to take everything gracefully.  After class, Kelli says that Alyssa, Brandi, and Kathryn will have to stay late and their Group Leaders will need to wait with them.  So are they not doing the Big Sister program from last year?
Alyssa is up first so Im not too worried about her going home (the third spot is always the kiss of death).  Since Alyssa is having memory problems, theyre going to let her stay but she needs to start improving asap.  Brandi is next and we immediately go to the second fingernail call-out.  Judy seems semi-horrified and tells her that they need to be clipped off so that people dont get the wrong impression.  Are they really that bad?  Is their an acceptable fingernail length as presented in the DCC Blue Binder?  Kelli asks the loaded How bad do you want this? question and I think that Brandi is on her way out.  Kelli tells Brandi that if she didnt know better, she would think she was a stripper.  Really? I mean the nails may be tacky and the hair could be better, but I dont think she has that hard look that most strippers have.  Brandi agrees to make these corrections and return triumphantly the next day.  After she leaves, things get interesting.  Kelli asks Judy if she gets sweet from her and Judy says she does, but shes not entirely convinced and that she doesnt trust her.  Foreshadowing?  I feel like theres so much that we dont know about these girls that will only be hinted at.
Kathryn unfortunately draws the last slot so we know shell be going home (that and this is her second time in the office in as many weeks).  This is definitely the best cut ever because Judy and Kelli are very nice and Kathryn takes everything really gracefully.  She promises to come back better next year.  I have to hand it to Kathryn; naturally she breaks down afterwards, but she was very sunny and polite the whole time she was being cut. 
Next time: Makeovers and somet potential drama.

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I love going down on women, althought I must admit, I'm not the best. I liken myself to a crazed redneck marine in the heat of battle: passionate, intense, shooting fucking everywhere and hoping for the best.

I'd rather be a sniper.

"But I went down on you", she says as I try not to stare at the big, reddish brown bush between her legs. It looks like Will Ferrell's armpit. I met her at a Halloween party two weeks ago when she had makeup on and I was significantly under the influence. That's not to say she's ugly now; just not what I remembered her to be.

I don't have an answer that's not bluntly honest, so I just shrug. I want to tell her that going down on a cut penis is not the same as going down on a hairy vagina, especially a hairy vagina that I'm not familiar with (I have to be animal-horny to do that). The difference is night and day -- strolling down a sunny street versus hacking your way through an uncharted jungle. See, dicks are out there, flopping around, airing out. Vaginas are on the inside, festering, collecting sweat. You can't see everything that's happening with a vagina. There could be Vietcong.

Oral sex, like most things in life, involves a double standard. And, also like most things in life, that double standard favors the males. There's a good reason for this though: a dick in the mouth is a natural progression in the hierarchy leading to sex. The pre-coital blowjob is strictly utilitarian. Most girls only do it to ensure maximum hardness and deep penetration. They suck dick for selfish reasons.

So why do they get offended if we don't reciprocate?

A tongue on the pussy is a gesture. A bonus stage. A thank you card. It's something you do when you're very fucking horny or after your girlfriend has made you a nice dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. It can also be an apology (I've licked to atone for whiskey dick). What it is not is matter of fact. Going down on a girl is significantly more difficult than her going down on you. The positions, the muscles involved. I've actually strained one of my tongue connector thingies during a forty minute, must-make-her-come session. It was worth it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, all oral sex is not created equal. Especially not on the first night. Perhaps it should be. But a guy's gotta be able to screen.

And he can't do that if he needs a machete.

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The tops of the bags were tied shut with the blue shimmer ribbon in the Key Ingredients pack, and then I tied the tag onto the blue ribbon with silver cord from AC Moore.

These treat bags (and the nuts) were reeeeally easy to make! :)

TREAT BAG RECIPE ~

Stamps: Tag Treats and Home Sweet Home (Taylored Expressions)
Ink: White StazOn, Memento Tuxedo Black, Bashful Blue
Paper: Bashful Blue
Accessories: White Tags, Blue Shimmer Ribbon, Silver Cord, SU Chalks, Scallop Circle Nestabilities, Snowflake Cuttlebug Folder, 12" Cake Decorating Bags
Technique: Dry Embossing


RECIPE FOR SUGAR SPICED NUTS ~

3 egg whites
2 tablespoons water
3 cups walnut halves
2 cups pecan halves
1 cup whole almonds
2 cups sugar
2 tablespoons ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons ground ginger
2 teaspoons grated orange peel
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves

In a mixing bowl, beat egg whites and water until frothy. Add nuts; stir gently to coat. Combine the remaining ingredients. Add to nut mixture and stir gently to coat. Spread into two greased 15" x 10" x 1" baking pans. Bake, uncovered, at 300 degrees for 20-25 minutes or until lightly browned, stirring every 10 minutes. Cool.

Now...how about some blog hopping to check out what Taylor and the rest of the Baker's Dozen have created for you.

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Beyond Retro is a lovely chain specialized in vintage and second hand clothing. The first store was opened in 2000 to London and after that Beyond Retro conquered Stockholm with three different stores.

Stockholm's biggest Beyond Retro store is located at Mäster Samuelsgatan 56, which is basically in the middle of the city center.It's as huge as 6,000sq ft, so you really have to take your time digging through the items in order to find something that's "you". Luckily the clothes arranged by type, colour and time perioid which makes navigating through the wares a lot easier.
My personal favourite is the somewhat smaller store in Åsögatan 144, since you feel more in control of the space there.

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"Mark Wahlberg Talks to Animals" shortly before going to sleep, and then I dreamed the most epic dream anyone's ever had about Andy Samberg. It started off in a pub/pho restaurant located smack in the middle of the very residential neighborhood I lived in from ages seven to 11: I was on the East Coast because I'd fleetingly decided to move to Brooklyn and become a teacher's aid at an elementary school, which was already starting to feel like a really bad choice even though my job hadn't actually started yet. (This, by the way, is one of two recurring dream-scenarios I've ever had in my life: I fleetingly decide to move away from L.A., get to the new city, and immediately drown in bitter regret. The other recurring dream is that it's Christmas Eve and I've forgotten to buy presents for everyone, so I end up having to do all my gift-shopping at the grocery store.)
Anyway, so I'm in this bar on the eve of my first day of my new job, and it's getting pretty late and my friend keeps telling me we should leave so I can head down to Brooklyn and get some sleep. But then just as we're leaving Andy Samberg starts chatting me up from his seat at the bar, and we totally hit it off and he draws me lots of funny stick-figure scenes on his placemat then asks if I want to go hang out at his apartment. My friend nags me to leave again, and Andy Samberg excuses himself and says he'll leave us alone to figure out the plan. My friend gives me some lecture about how it's not super-responsible of me to spend all night hanging out with Andy Samberg when I've got my first day at work tomorrow, but I basically shrug her off.
Then Andy Samberg comes back from the bathroom, but he's gigantically tall, practically doubled in height. We all giggle because supposedly making himself gigantically tall is some clever demonstration of his comedic talents. After that I'm totally sold on going home with him, so we walk out of the pub and into the pho restaurant part of the establishment, and this very serene woman is cooking up a huge pot of pho to be served the next day. Andy Samberg, always ready to give up the comedy gold, steps up to the stove and starts stirring the soup with his hands while making a bug-eyed mad-scientist-type face. I'm thoroughly amused, but the cook looks all frazzled and explains how the soup is sacred and can only be touched by monks or people who've been blessed by monks. So then she goes and finds a monk in the kitchen, the monk blesses Andy Samberg, and all is well again.
Next we're somehow magically transported to Andy Samberg's apartment in New York. Turns out he lives with this somewhat dowdy but kindly middle-aged woman who vaguely resembles Megan Mulally, and I can't figure out if it's his mom or his wife. At this point it's a little past dawn, and I realize I've got to get to work pretty soon but I'm still wearing my clothes from the night before. Andy Samberg's mom/wife lets me borrow a pair of very fancy/foofy/ruffly yellow pants, and I head to Brooklyn and find my classroom. Then I woke up and I was kind of in love with Andy Samberg a little, but luckily that only lasted about two days.

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As I sat last night and watched the election results pour in, I couldn't help but feel overcome with emotion. As I watched our new President-Elect's speech last night, I cried tears of joy. I felt truly proud to be an American.

As I watch coverage now today, I am still very much feeling that way. Our country is finally showing some signs that we are becoming truly what we are supposed to be - UNITED, that no matter what the color of our skin is, or what name we have, we are all Americans.

I wasn't so sure months ago. This election was one of the nastiest we've ever seen, and I felt at times that our nation was becoming more divided. People on both sides of the campaign were saying and doing some very shameful, disrespectful things. At times I was ashamed to be an American, especially when I witnessed some people at campaign events shouting cruel, hateful things, many whom had their children in tow.

What should we have been teaching our children with this election? I saw it as the opportunity to teach my own children that all of us were created equal, that no one is better than someone else because of where they were born, the house they live in, their gender, or the color of their skin. That no matter what we look like on the outside, we should all have the same opportunities as everyone else.

Kiki learned about elections and voting in school. Her class went through the whole process and even nominated two people in the class, one boy and one girl, to run for class president. The purpose of the election was not really to pick a president, but to show the children how the process works. Kiki was so excited by this she came home every day talking about what they had learned. She was even one of the two nominated and was excited at the opportunity to "run" for president. The best part of the whole thing for me, was when she lost. I was disappointed for her that she didn't win, and she seemed a little disappointed too, but I was so proud at how she handled it. She told me that when they announced the winner, she went over and gave him a "high five" and told him "congrats." Then later while waiting to get on her bus, she wrote him a note to tell him "good job." I was so proud when she told me this story my heart swelled with joy. Knowing that she handled that so gracefully and respectfully meant more than anything to me.

My dream is that more people in society would behave like my own child. That we could learn to be so gracious and respectful of one another. That all politicians could handle themselves so well instead of spewing hate and lies about one another, and calling each other names. That all people could see everyone for who they truly are instead of judging on appearances. I am teaching my children to be tolerant, accepting and respectful of others. In our house no kind of disrespect is allowed. No teasing. Sure we joke around with each other, but we do not allow any put downs. I've told them that putting someone else down is just as bad as hitting them.

These important lifeskills are also being taught to them in school. Hateful words are not tolerated and are simply not acceptable. Each week, children are rewarded for kind words and actions by being given a raffle ticket. The prize if they win the raffle of the week? A poster with their picture on it displayed on the school office window. Awards are given for such lifeskills as honesty, respect, kindness, flexibilty, etc. I love visiting school and seeing these and watching the children walk by them and beam with pride. I love going to the "celebration" assemblies and watching the children congratulate each other for their accomplishments.

We can learn a lesson as nation from our children. We need to be more accepting of one another. More tolerant. More respectful. One of my least favorite parts of this election was the labels people gave each other. Supporters of both parties were very guilty of it and it made me very sad. I just don't see any reason for it and wonder what message we are sending our children when we behave this way. I also was sad knowing that some people were even teaching their children to be scared if one candidate won over the other. Is fear something we really need to be teaching our children? Why not instead teach them to be strong, to stand up and fight for what they believe in? To stand behind one another, even when the chips are down, and lift each other up in support. That just because you "lost" doesn't mean you can't congratulate and support the other candidate. Kiki taught me this with her actions at school. That's a lesson more valuable to me than anything. I am hoping she can carry that through her life and continue to be so graceful, tolerant, and selfless.

Martin Luther King said it best:

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

We've got a long way to go, but I am hopeful that we can overcome our past and have a great future. We elected an African American President for the first time EVER. I know we are not that far off from electing our first WOMAN for President. We as a nation should be so proud that we have achieved so much in our history, and no longer should we be divided, but UNITED. After all we are the UNITED States of America.

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My hair’s grown somewhat thinner since
My last real glimpse of innocence
To stare at
Thats why Im off for Sweden
Cause theyve a place where just like Eden they
Go bare at
Ive read about what Ill see
In that nudist colony
Ive seen pictures of them posing in a book
So while some may shame shame me
All in all whod really blame me
For wanting to go and have a closer look
At that happy camp no one worries if you show a knee or thigh
For you show lots more that that with each hello
And without raising a hand,  every time you turn to go
You cant really help but wave good-bye
Yes these unclad folks are some glad folks
By the looks
You see the happiest undressed families
In books
And though our censors try their best to glean
The net of all taboo
Its a good bet youll also find them there yet
And scrubbed clean too
When I get to that Eden in Sweden
Ill send back some color photos
Of those who daily pose minus clothes
While never even heedin
The rules that the rule makers
Try to lay down in granite
Cause baby theres more than sheep
Populating this planet
You see,  when the inhabitants of that place
Wear as little on the body as on the face
They dont feel shy
For the evidence in my book shows
When they go outside for fun
They know the best way to let the sun tan their hide
Is to leave all their clothes inside
But in that naked company
Ill have to try not dump any
Steamy hot beverage from a cup
Should they come by for a chat
And move real close
For as my eyes wander down, down
Even as I fight to keep them up
I wouldnt want to  scald     a whatchamacallit
Yessir, those sky clad campers put on a quite a show
And, hey, theyve got some of the best full-length tans I know
Did you know,
They never think it reckless or rude
To show up for breakfast   in the nude?
Or theyll arrive promptly for lunch
As if theyve not even a hunch
That most folks think a birthday suit.

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