Photo Meme

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See Jen be a sheep. Baaaaaaaaa!

Think of 3 pictures you’d like to see. Things around my house, or whatever… something I can take a picture of easily. Once I have enough requests, I’ll start posting them. If I can’t, or won’t, take a picture of something you’ve requested, I’ll let you know.

BTW, there are a few rules:
1.) No naked shots. Only Jon, God, and various medical professionals get to see me in my birthday suit.
2.) No shots that involve anything illegal.
3.) No shots that compromise my morals. (In other words, no shots of me with any Bush paraphernalia.)

I need all requests to be in by Friday Saturday at noon CST.

(“Borrowed” from Krissy and Aubrey)

Why I Haven’t Been Blogging On The Election

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My choice for president:

(Anyone surprised?)

Why I Haven’t Blogged About This Much
1.) Do I really need to express my feelings on Bush being re-elected?
2.) I’m sickened by the hateful things being said on both sides. It’s gone from concern about the country to “who can smear their opponent the most?” (So far the biggest smearer has been Bush. He has Karl Rove, the only guy who can make a triple amputee who served in Vietnam seem unpatriotic, to thank. The bandaids with purple hearts were just dumb. At least Kerry served his country instead of partying and skipping out on his guard duty.)
3.) I’ve had other things on my mind.
4.) I live in a decent state which is thankfully controlled by a decent party who tempers the idiocy of our governor. Now that I’m not surrounded by Bush lovers, my need to be rabidly anti-Bush has diminished.
5.) I’ve reached a new level of apathy.
6.) My political activities have been severely restricted to attempting not to vandalize Bush signs on lawns. (People know who I am around here. It sucks not to have anonymity when I need it.)

Part of The Thoughts In My Chaotic Mind

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Arms nailed down,
Are you tellin me something?
Eyes turned out,
Are you looking for someone?

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
Are you dying for nothing?
Flesh and blood,
Is it so elemental?

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.
This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

Blood-stained brow,
He wasn’t broken for nothing.
Arms nailed down,
He didn’t die for nothing.

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.
This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.

This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.
This is the one thing,
The one thing that I know.
— “Liquid” by Jars of Clay