Newt Gingrich for Office...NO!!!

Why speak a second language? According to Newt Gingrich it’s not necessary if you are a resident of the United States. In fact speaking a language as base as say Spanish is like “living in the ghetto.” First off I think he might have said “barrio” since he was talking about Spanish, but since he only speaks English it’s clear why he made that oversight. Anyway, those Spanish speakers (and their ghetto language) he was referring to are a varied bunch. I’m sure that the wealthy Floridians who hailed from Cuba and now are a key factor in the economy there are shocked that the language they use daily is so base. I’m also certain that the ancestors of the Spanish who settled and thrived from coast to coast will be happy to know that Newt Gingrich finds their mother tongue inferior. I’m certain too, that the thousands of Mexican laborers that built Atlanta, GA (his home state) up for the ’96 summer Olympics appreciate his candor in letting them know where their fellow Georgian stands. In addition to the referral of Spanish as “ghetto” talk Newt Gingrich also had this to say-

"Citizenship requires passing a test on American history in English. If that's true, then we do not have to create ballots in any language except English," he said.
Yeah, so go ahead and run for President, Mr. Gingrich. We’ll look at our U.S. history books and see where you had a secret affair while accusing President Clinton of doing the same and then use our citizenship (whether it be by birth or naturalization) to keep you out of office, you hypocritical racist bastard. By the way, for the record the word “No” is the same in Spanish as it is in English.

What I've been doing...

Three weeks ago my boyfriend (seen to the right) decided that it was time for our deck to go. The reasons were many. From the very large and very dead racooon we discovered a month or so after moving in (warm weather and the dead don't make for a good odor) to the skunk that decided to set up house last September to the fact that we could very easily peer into our neighbor's backyards and vice versa. The deck was an eyesore and a hazard. It was time for it to go. At 5 p.m. March 4th he began tearing the deck apart.

After a week of clearing out the debris (the old owners of the house threw a significant amount of brick, concrete and beer cans under the deck during it's construction) this is what it looked like:

We were facing a lot of work and planning on being done sometime in mid-May so that we could have a nice June party on our new patio. Well, my boyfriend Dan (see above) is obsessed. He's been working night and day and having me help out some, having friends and family over to help, and basically being a slave driver. Even so, his hard work and obsessing have paid off. We still have to finish up with the edges along the border, some along the side of the house, and then planting the beds, but it's amazing what's been done in just two short weeks.