Today is not a good day. It’s windy today. Windy days in southern Arizona are makers of bad days. Windy days in southern Arizona are awful. They are dusty, brown and usually painful (you know from the little bits of debris ranging from dust to large bug to small tee limb…). Anyway you get it, I hate the wind. Today also sucks because I hurt really bad today. I am so sick of hurting. It was even my first full shift since my accident and I didn’t even make it half way. I just want to be normal again!


If You Support Trump Please Read This

This is not a post written entirely by me. I found this on the internet and I will post a link to the site. This is an open letter written by Trump’s top strategist who has quit her job. She started as a Trump supporter. Please just read it with an open mind. Yes, it is a little long but please read it.

Open Letter

“Even Trump’s most trusted advisors didn’t expect him to fare this well. Almost a year ago, recruited for my public relations and public policy expertise, I sat in Trump Tower being told that the goal was to get The Donald to poll in double digits and come in second in delegate count. That was it. The Trump camp would have been satisfied to see him polling at 12% and taking second place to a candidate who might hold 50%. His candidacy was a protest candidacy.

It pains me to say, but he is the presidential equivalent of Sanjaya on American Idol. President Trump would be President Sanjaya in terms of legitimacy and authority. And I am now taking full responsibility for helping create this monster — and reaching out directly to those voters who, like me, wanted Trump to be the real deal.

My support for Trump began probably like yours did. Similar to so many other Americans, I was tired of the rhetoric in Washington. Negativity and stubbornness were at an all-time high, and the presidential prospects didn’t look promising.

In 2015, I fell in love with the idea of the protest candidate who was not bought by corporations. A man who sat in a Manhattan high-rise he had built, making waves as a straight talker with a business background, full of successes and failures, who wanted America to return to greatness.

I was sold. Last summer, I signed on as the Communications Director of the Make America Great Again Super PAC. It was still early in the Trump campaign, and we hit the ground running. His biggest competitor had more than $100 million in a Super PAC. The Jeb Bush deep pockets looked to be the biggest obstacle we faced. We seemed to be up against a steep challenge, especially since a big part of the appeal of a Trump candidacy was not being influenced by PAC money.

After the first debate, I was more anxious than ever to support Trump. The exchange with Megyn Kelly was like manna from heaven for a communications director. She appeared like yet another reporter trying to kick out the guest who wasn’t invited to the party. At the time, I felt excited for the change to the debate he could bring. I began realizing the man really resonates with the masses and would bring people to the process who had never participated before.

That was inspiring to me. It wasn’t long before every day I awoke to a buzzing phone and a shaking head because Trump had said something politically incorrect the night before. I have been around politics long enough to know that the other side will pounce on any and every opportunity to smear a candidate.

But something surprising and absolutely unexpected happened. Every other candidate misestimated the anger and outrage of the “silent majority” of Americans who are not a part of the liberal elite. So with each statement came a jump in the polls. Just when I thought we were finished, The Donald gained more popularity.

I don’t think even Trump thought he would get this far. And I don’t even know that he wanted to, which is perhaps the scariest prospect of all.

He certainly was never prepared or equipped to go all the way to the White House, but his ego has now taken over the driver’s seat, and nothing else matters. The Donald does not fail. The Donald does not have any weakness. The Donald is his own biggest enemy. A devastating terrorist attack in Pakistan targeting Christians occurred on Easter Sunday, and Trump’s response was to tweet, “Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. I alone can solve.”

Ignoring the fact that at the time Trump tweeted this (time-stamped 4:37 p.m.) the latest news reports had already placed the number differently at 70 dead, 300 injured, take a moment to appreciate the ridiculous, cartoonish, almost childish arrogance of saying that he alone can solve. Does Trump think that he is making a cameo on Wrestlemania (yes, one of his actual credits)?

This is not how foreign policy works. For anyone. Ever. Superhero powers where “I alone can solve” problems are not real. They do not exist for Batman, for Superman, for Wrestlemania and definitely not for Donald Trump.

What was once Trump’s desire to rank second place to send a message to America and to increase his power as a businessman has nightmarishly morphed into a charade that is poised to do irreparable damage to this country if we do not stop this campaign in its tracks.

I’ll say it again: Trump never intended to be the candidate. But his pride is too out of control to stop him now. You can give Trump the biggest gift possible if you are a Trump supporter: stop supporting him.

He doesn’t want the White House. He just wants to be able to say that he could have run the White House. He’s achieved that already and then some. If there is any question, take it from someone who was recruited to help the candidate succeed, and initially very much wanted him to do so.

The hard truth is: Trump only cares about Trump. And if you are one of the disaffected voters — one of the silent majority like me — who wanted a candidate who could be your voice, I want to speak directly to you as one of his biggest advocates and supporters.

He is not that voice. He is not your voice. He is only Trump’s voice. Trump is about Trump. Not one of his many wives. Not one of his many “pieces of ass.” He is, at heart, a self-preservationist.

In fact, many people are not aware of the Trump campaign’s internal slogan, but I will tell you. It is stolen from a make-believe television presidency onThe West Wing where Martin Sheen portrayed President Bartlet. The slogan on the show amongst the idealistic group of Bartlet’s staff was “Let Bartlet Be Bartlet.”

Inside the Trump camp, the slogan became “Let Trump Be Trump.”

It is a repurposed slogan that seemed spot-on for the candidate. He is an intelligent, charismatic man who is involved in every aspect of his organization and would rather speak from the cuff than read briefing notes and recite them. I, in fact, admire Trump for this. But saying this qualifies him to be president is like saying that Seth Rogan is suited to be president. Another extraordinary improvisor, not an extraordinary presidential candidate.

Trump has undoubtedly lived up to the slogan, right down to his main public-relations liaison. Rather than go for a focus-group Washington insider, his communications person had previously taken press calls for the Trump Organization and directed them to the appropriate Trump child. She joked that before joining the campaign she thought “Common Core” was a class at Equinox.

The primary problem with this? What I’ve seen the longer I’ve helped prop him up along with the millions who are helping Trump is that we got the slogan wrong. A more accurate internal slogan would read, “Let Trump Help Trump.”

I don’t dismiss any single Trump constituent, which is why I believe it’s important to let you know that the candidate does.

I, too, think our country has gone off track in its values. I, too, think that we need a dramatic change of course. But I am, in my heart, a policy wonk and a believer in coming to the table with necessary knowledge for leading the free world.

The man does not know policy, nor does he have the humility to admit what he does not know — the most frightening position of all.

I remember watching the second Trump debate and thinking, After this, he is going to have to start hammering it home on policy; the country needs substance to make an informed decision.

I wished for it six months ago and am still waiting for it today. He had an opportunity after the terror attacks in Belgium and instead he used the opportunity to talk about closing the borders and what a mess that country had become. I was appalled that he offered no condolences or words of support; he merely gave his “build a wall” stump speech and talked about his greatness.

I felt sad for him at that moment.

And now, with the latest horrifying terror attack in Pakistan, my sadness has turned into anger.

I consider myself a part of the silent majority that led to Trump’s rise, which is why I want you to know that I am with you — I wanted Trump to be real, too.

He is not.

He even says so himself. His misogyny? That’s the character.

His presidential candidacy? That’s a character, too.

The problem with characters is they are the stuff of soap operas and sitcoms and reality competitions — not political legacies.

Trump made me believe. Until I woke up. And he has no problem abusing your support the same way he cheated hard-working men and women out of millions of dollars, for which he is now being sued.

I came into this eager to support a savvy businessman who received little outside funding. I loved Trump’s outsider status. But a year has now passed since I was first approached to become part of Team Trump.

While the pundits pontificated about what type of PR stunt Trump had up his billion-dollar sleeves, I met with people who convinced me he was serious about changing the political conversation. I wanted to raise millions for him. I wanted to contribute to millions of votes.

And as part of that support, in October, I supported the internal decision to close the Super PAC in order to position him as the quintessential non-politician. I still supported him with great passion after that. The decision to close the Super PAC was part of that devotion to his message of outsider change.

But something was shifting.

Without intending to do so, I began to hear and evaluate him more critically and skeptically as a member of the voting public rather than a communications person charged with protecting his positions.

I no longer felt that he was the leader the country was looking for, and I found myself longing — aching, really — for policy substance that went beyond building a wall and making Mexico pay for it. What were once bold — although controversial — statements now seemed to be attempts to please the crowds, not direction to lead this country to a better place. I began to realize his arrogance and isolation had taken over and were now controlling his message.

And here’s what he tapped into: the unprecedented, unbelievable anger.

Because we are all angry — and we all have a right to be. But Trump is not our champion. He would stab any one of his supporters in the back if it earned him a cent more in his pocket.

Unfortunately, the more vitriolic Trump has become, the more the people responded to him. That drove him to push the boundaries further and further.

I also started seeing a trend of incompetence and deniability.

When there was a tweet that contained an error, he would blame it on an intern; when there was a photo containing a World War II Nazi Germany background, he would blame it on an intern; when he answered questions in an overtly controversial fashion, he would claim that he did not properly hear the question. He refused to take responsibility for his actions while frequently demanding apologies from others.

Imagine Trump wronged you, even in the smallest possible way. He would go to the grave denying he had ever done anything wrong to you — ever.

Trump acts as if he’s a fictional character. But like Hercules, Donald Trump isa work of fiction.

No matter how many times he repeats it, Trump would not be the “best” at being a president, being in shape, fighting terrorism, selling steaks, and whatever other “best” claim he has made in the last 15 minutes.

He would be the best at something, though. He is the best at looking out for Donald Trump — at all costs.

Don’t let our country pay that price.”

Bathroom Anonymous

People need to feed their kids more fiber. I just walked into the public bathroom to the sounds of a little kid pushing to save his life. I do not want to hear the pained grunting of a child. That is a super duper absolute. And seriously was your kids damn hands! This parent/guardian just walked out with this kid without flushing the toilet or washing his hands. Ew! Kids get dirty. Wash their damn hands!

Vacation End

So I only have tomorrow left of my vacation. Kind of sad really. I had a lot of fun. I left Tuesday afternoon and went to my mom’s house in McNeal. I love it there. Lots of fun in Bisbee and all week. I was there until Saturday. Unfortunately I didn’t take a lot of photos while I was there. Sadly we tried to go to the Chihuahua Mountains and the roads were closed. So a few pictures of that.


The Chihuahua’s. We didn’t get very far up unfortunately.


The Chihuahua’s



The Chihuahua’s



A panoramic going to the Chihuahua’s.


A panoramic of where we had lunch at The Chihuahua’s.


One more panoramic.


The Chihuahua’s

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The solar wind chime during the day.


The wind chime I got my mom. It’s solar and this is how much it lit up at night.


Baby Boy. He’s the last kitten of a litter my mom’s boyfriend found.


Baby Boy. He’s shy.

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He wouldn’t let me get very close.


My dad grilling and a random stray cat that comes to his house for dinner.


A puppy my dad has. She’s so cute and nameless.


“Play with me!”


So adorable.


A cool political flyer in Bisbee. It made me laugh.


Recycled art in Bisbee.


The #bisbeejohn. It’s a decorative dog watering bowl!


The Bisbee Royale. I loved the color and the fly!


My mom’s new purse.


One of my nieces. Kenzy. She was so tired!


The purse I got in Bisbee. I think Rory approves.


I caught Oswin in a big yawn. Look at those fangs!


Oswin being super cute now that I am home.

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Me! Had to get a selfie.


Vacation Catch Up

So I’ve been on vacation for several days now and I find myself having to play catch up on some blog posts. Hopefully I am able to remember everything because Oswin is sitting here next to me giving me a coy look from atop my mouse pad. So first things first.

My first major topic of this post, The Venture Brothers! Spoilers Alert! Season 6 is up and running already and I haven’t posted much about it! So episode 8 is coming out tonight! So here is a quick update of things Venture. So before season 6 started there was a special called All That and Gargantua-2 where in the Venture family is invited to the grand opening of Jonas Venture Jr’s first ever public space station. It’s really cool but The Investors are also there. Long story short it turns into a big crap shoot of The Sovereign attacking the station with the aid of the Revenge Society. Sabotage and unexpected turns lead us down a path where Jonas Venture Jr. (Rusty’s “brother”) dies by some natural causes and some totally weird stuff. Oh and the compound burns down (thanks to The Monarch). So we start season 6 with J.J’s funeral. Rusty inherits his brother’s fortune and moves the family to New York to the Ventech Tower (Venture Industries) and starts firing everyone and spending money.

Meanwhile Dr. Mrs. The Monarch and the Council of 13 (which is now 6 in numbers) are trying to keep The Guild of Calamitous Intent from going totally out of control. The biggest problem are new villains to us from New York, Wide Whale, whom is Rusty’s new main Archenemy and neighbor.

Other characters from older seasons have made their way to season 6 like Brock, White and Billy. Dr. Orpheus has yet to be seen, but he has been mentioned. Lots of new characters.

But skimming past a lot of other stuff The Monarch plays a big role in this season. He has moved to his old house where his parents lived, which is in total disrepair. While construction is being done a secret passage way is discovered and it is found out that The Monarch’s father was a vigilante named The Blue Morpho (ironically another butterfly theme). Little is still known about The Blue Morpho except that he was friends with Jonas Venture Sr., Rusty’s father. Dr. Z of the Council of 13 is the most knowledgeable of the Blue Morpho, having apparently had a one night stand with the Blue Morpho whom was disguised as a woman! But the twist is that so far nothing is known if the Blue Morpho somehow faked the sex scene or if he had the “equipment” so to say.

Okay, so now my theory on the Blue Morpho. It is known from last season that Rusty and The Monarch knew each other as small children. The Monarch found a photo of them together at the compound. Video has now been found in The Blue Morpho’s lair where The Blue Morpho admits to being a “bad guy” with Jonas Venture Sr. in the room. It gets all sorts of creepy after that in the video, but Jonas Sr. says he loves The Blue Morpho for that reason. Dr. Z also says that the Blue Morpho was who Dr. Venture Sr. called upon for dirty work that needed to be done. But there was also a price on his head from The Guild. And it was paid in the 70’s when The Monarch’s parents died. My theory is that Dr. Venture Sr. is Rusty’s father and The Blue Morpho played the role as mother. Then later on The Blue Morpho had The Monarch with a woman. I also think Dr. Venture Sr. is the one who had The Blue Morpho killed. Hopefully someone somewhere followed that sporadic mess of typing. Please do comment if you have theories for The Venture Brothers or questions. I am expecting questions really…But as always comment are welcome and so are shares or likes.

So Predictable

For weeks I’ve been so excited to go on vacation, especially since my accident. I was excited also because my boyfriend finally agreed to come with me. The last time he came with me our trip didn’t go well. He got into an argument with my mom’s boyfriend over nothing and forced us to leave early before my mom even got there. I thought maybe he had gotten over it but just as I suspected he’s starting to pout and saying he doesn’t want to go, the day before!

I figured this would happen.

A Little Political


So I just read through my news feed of top stories today and I am almost sick after reading about the Trump rallies. I am still a little shocked that this is really happening. Trump is running for president. I just can’t come to terms with that. I keep telling myself that there is no way that this tyrant of a man, whom I could see caring more about his wig than our country, could ever become president. But then I realize it could happen. I am sure people didn’t worry about Hitler in the beginning too…Yes I think it is that bad to compare our modern day election to a dictator of the past. I am not saying anyone supporting Trump is wrong, but honestly I am scared of our future if he wins.

I hope Senator Sanders wins. I do. I feel like this man could be the one to really help the people of our country. The PEOPLE. Not the corporations or the billionaires. The people. People like me who live paycheck to paycheck. The people who work the crappy jobs that no one wants to, but we do to survive.

Survival. That’s what I feel like we’re coming to. Fighting just to survive. People worry about countries invading or taking over our country but I think that if it comes to that we’ll either still be here answering to a new leader or we won’t be anymore. Simple. But I feel that something we should worry about now is the fact that there are so many people, people just like me, who are fighting to just survive in our country today. That’s not right. Plain and simple.