Surrounded by Pusses.
There’s perks to being a grown women. I can wear my lip stick as dark as I want. I can use as many paper towels as I want. I can vote for whoever I want.
For the past eight years I have lived under a president I did not vote for. I lived to tell the story.
First let my make it clear what I didn’t do when my guy didn’t win.
I did not cry.
I did not call in sick to work.
I did not go into town and start tearing stuff up.
I did not move away.
I did not seek counseling, need a therapy dog, play dough, hot chocolate, or pizza. Okay, I may have needed pizza.
I did not need to color.
What I did do, was get up the next morning, push through my disappointment, take me a big ol’ shot of suck it the crap up, and I went to work. I had a peaceful and productive day. I have had eight years of peaceful and productive days since then.
For the past eight years, I have respected the President, even though he wasn’t the guy I voted for. I have never posted bad things about the President. I have never allowed my children to dress like the President for Halloween. Do you know why that is? Well, lean in, so I can whisper a little secret in your ear…. IT”S BECAUSE I RESPECT THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT, even if it ain’t my guy!!!! I respect our country and our system and our constitution and for the love of pete I respect the President.
I am surrounded by pusses. Folks that literally can not deal when things don’t go their way. Adults who can not take tests or function because their guy, well in this instance gal, did not win, and instead of telling them to suck it up, this is life, you win some, you lose some, they are being brought therapy dogs and pizza. Help us Jesus.
Can I please give some simple, republican, southern, parenting advice? Respect is everything. If there is no respect, there are no boundaries. If your child has no respect, please do this great nation a favor and tear their hind end up with a hickory switch or a Pampered Chef wooden spoon until they get some respect. If Mason called me from college in the fetal position crying and carrying on like some kind of nut, I would not order him a pizza. I’d haul my butt down to that school and rip him a new one right there in front of God and everybody. I’d drag him to his desk by the hair of his head if I had to. I’ll be doggoned if I catered to that crap. Life is hard. It’s life. Don’t be a puss. It’s just not productive.
Whether your guy won or your gal lost, I feel like maybe this is a great time for a scripture that unfortunately we only pull out around the holidays. I think it’s a good one for all times, but it is early November and I’ve had my Christmas tree up for weeks, so what do I know.
For a Child will be born to us, a Son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6
That little nugget is for all of us… Republicans, Democrats, Libertarions, and anyone in the middle.
Pray. Vote. Work. Respect. Love.
Don’t be a puss.