K so I don't know the actually lyrics to the Hail to the Chief song, so I decided to make them up myself, by the way are there lyrics to the song?
Unless you spent the last month in an ashram somewhere, you know we have a new president here in the states. It's a beautiful day (sings U2).
We dvr'd (thank God for technology) the inaugural ceremony, although I did get to watch at work and the kids also watched at school. It was red, white and blue day at school, my kids were happy to participate. The boy has been excited about Barack Obama for the past year, weird considering we rarely talk politics in front of the kids. He wore his Obama t-shirt, that he had asked Santa for, for Christmas proudly. The kid has pictures of our new President up in his room. He was not happy when we we told him, 'No we are not driving to DC to see the inauguration.' Here he wears his colors proudly on inauguration day.
He will no doubtedly be my little liberal when he grows up.
Reyna is my little hippy, Jose says jokes that she is a little communist. This is the little girl who is peace everything, everyone should be green and says why vote if the popular vote doesn't count anyway. I picture her with dreadlocks (in her beautiful hair), smelling of patchouli, wearing the tie dyed greatful dead tshirt, hanging out with the crazy Marxist lenists on campus when she gets older. Who am I kidding, she's 12 years old and I can picture her doing this now. I told her fine, but she'd better shave her pitters, because I won't tolerate unshaven pitters.
My kids are crazy and have their own thoughts and opinions God bless them, they wouldn't be them if I were forcing my political agenda down their throats.
Unless you spent the last month in an ashram somewhere, you know we have a new president here in the states. It's a beautiful day (sings U2).
We dvr'd (thank God for technology) the inaugural ceremony, although I did get to watch at work and the kids also watched at school. It was red, white and blue day at school, my kids were happy to participate. The boy has been excited about Barack Obama for the past year, weird considering we rarely talk politics in front of the kids. He wore his Obama t-shirt, that he had asked Santa for, for Christmas proudly. The kid has pictures of our new President up in his room. He was not happy when we we told him, 'No we are not driving to DC to see the inauguration.' Here he wears his colors proudly on inauguration day.
He will no doubtedly be my little liberal when he grows up.
Reyna is my little hippy, Jose says jokes that she is a little communist. This is the little girl who is peace everything, everyone should be green and says why vote if the popular vote doesn't count anyway. I picture her with dreadlocks (in her beautiful hair), smelling of patchouli, wearing the tie dyed greatful dead tshirt, hanging out with the crazy Marxist lenists on campus when she gets older. Who am I kidding, she's 12 years old and I can picture her doing this now. I told her fine, but she'd better shave her pitters, because I won't tolerate unshaven pitters.
My kids are crazy and have their own thoughts and opinions God bless them, they wouldn't be them if I were forcing my political agenda down their throats.
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