Warning: Constant ABSPATH already defined in /home/seanco/public_html/wp-config.php on line 27 Instant Sean – Page 7 – Speaking truth, the written word & some sarcasm. Not available in stores…
Republican control of the Senate with less than 60 senators means nothing at all to the long-term political status for either party.
If the GOP sends bills that the President feels is not in the best interest of his party and the country, Obama will veto. Without 66 GOP senators to overturn a veto, the GOP ends up looking silly again. ALSO the filibuster dooms any activity the majority wants, just ask Ron Paul and Ted Cruz for their crib notes.
http://gty.im/184060277
No 2/3rd’s to override veto so we return to gridlock unless both parties come together with the end of the attempts to override ACA and centrist opinions will pass and be signed.
2014 is exactly what the Democrats need for Hillary in 2016.
They need a ticked off electorate, sick of the bills brought forth to the president’s desk and because of this will fight harder to choose Hillary and have the benefit of a stronger seats to defend in blue states in 2016. The GOP will have to defend 23-25 seats, while the Dems will only have to defend 9-11 seats.
The next 280 days are VITAL for the Republicans. I wish I could underline this + bold this next sentence. Find a candidate like Scott Walker in Wisconsin and prepare him for facing Chris Christie. What needs to happen is a SHORT primary season. Because IF I am Hillary, I am DREAMING of yet another GOP fight.
This election really means nothing. EVEN if Ginsberg, Scalia, Kennedy or Breyer pass away… it is meaningless.
http://gty.im/475956569
The senate was already delaying judicial appointments…the election where everything changes will be 2020. That’s where everything changes. New census, new lawsuits for re-appropriation of house seats. When Christie/Walker or Clinton/Julian Castro are elected or re-elected, then we can say #Change was in the air
My wife likes breakfast on Sunday mornings after church. It is the one thing she requests, whether it is home-made or dine in, she loves a good Crab Cakes Benedict breakfast. The way that the Hollandaise sauce and the poached egg just sensually plays with the crab meat, it is almost an easy way for me to get out of trouble.
English: Photographer’s caption: “Crab Cake Benedict. A lightly fired cake cake topped with a poached egg and Key Lime Hollandaise sauce. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Arrive late for a date…
“Let’s get breakfast.”
Say something mean…
“Let’s get breakfast.”
Make any mistake in the world and my instant get out of jail free card was “Let’s get breakfast,” well until now, you see, my wife hates when the dish isn’t cooked right and more than one chef has had their dish sent back for reasons that normal people wouldn’t understand, but any foodie would appreciate.
Hollandaise sauce separating cause it is old … back to the kitchen.
Hard boiling a poached egg… back to the kitchen.
UNDERCOOKING THE CRAB CAKE… get sick in the bathroom and then sending the dish back to the kitchen.
Why is it so hard for them to make a decent hollandaise sauce? It should be a requirement of any cook to be able to make a sauce, poach an egg and cook fish to a safe temperature.
But my wife hasn’t been lucky.
She WANTS to love a certain place in Lubbock, she’s had outstanding food at many locations other than this one. But it says something when she walks in, the manager catching her eye, walks over to her to say ,”I am sorry Joanna, we are out of Crab Cakes Benedict.”
Now I love my wife, and I knew she would pout because this one dish is the express to flavor town and she was getting denied.
So she made another order, I made mine and we giggled together, knowing that some chef in the back sighed because the “Mistress of Crab Cakes,” was denied.
But then we waited for our order, at first not noticing tables sat after us were getting their food first.
Then the moment came that changed the relationship with the restaurant forever. I drank my “Diet Coke.” I will admit , to my doctor’s and mother in law’s chagrin, that I have drunk WAY too much Diet Coke in my life and I know when it is too flat, too carbonated, or in this case, just not Diet Coke.
So the waiter came over at my request to ask what I needed and I told him that my Diet Coke wasn’t Diet Coke.
“Oh, we were out of Diet Coke and I gave you Coke Zero instead. Same difference,” he then walked away as my jaw dropped. My wife’s face started to get red. I had seen this before and I defused it. “I’ll drink water hon, I probably shouldn’t drink it anyways.” But then the table of eights food at the table who sat 10 minutes after ours hit their table and it all hit the fan.
“They got their food… ,”Joanna said as her face approached the color purple.
What I had noticed that until this day I had not mentioned to her, was the plate delivered next to us, in the seating of eight, was one plate of Crab Cakes Benedict. I did not mention this to her because she was already angry, and I still had to be with her the rest of the day. We still had the Lubbock Arts Festival and other planned surprises. I couldn’t let her notice it, but she did notice we didn’t have food.
What was even worse was the kid at the table of eight got “Joanna’s Waffle” that she had ordered 20 minutes ago.
I tried to laugh it off.
“Nothing you can do about it Joanna, just spend time with me and we’ll talk.”
But then her food hit the table. Not mine, not ours, just hers.
I continued to laugh, which probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but she was so frustrated that with me laughing, I had to keep her distracted or the day would be ruined.
As she finished eating I waited.
Ever since the waiter made the “same difference,” comment, he strangely not made an appearance back at the table.
But the manager did appear bringing my food, 2 eggs scrambled, hash browns and crisp bacon. He tried to apologize and all I did was laugh in his face. What could he do? He had lied about what he had available in the kitchen, his wait staff lied about what they served me and they did not want my patronage.
So I finished my food, got up and tried to take the ticket but Joanna was quicker.
“This one is on me,” she said as the color returned to her face.
She left a shiny penny on the table and shooed me to get the car.
That penny would be the last penny that she would ever tip to any employee at that restaurant place. She paid the bill and gave the manager her last two cents:
I used to be a loyal customer. I have been to many locations enjoying many of your delicious dishes. But today will the last time I ever come to your Lubbock site. It’s not me, it’s you.
So today as we spend $30 across the street from your location it reminds me of the scene from Pretty Woman, “Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now.”
Today, my wife went home. Not because I wanted her, but because her parents needed her to. She went home because that’s what daughters do when they are only children. They go home to help their parents around the holidays.
This is why I love her.
Joanna allows me to be neurotic and obsessive over little things because she knows that if I take care of the little things, the big things are automatic for me. She allows me to play my video games, have long conversations with Social Media GIANTS from around the world and take her when she isn’t feeling well for a ride around the loop because she doesn’t feel like being in the house anymore.
She allows me to be the best version of me possible, even with my flaws.
This is why I love her.
I try my best not to get involved with drama, because I dislike drama. I want everyone to be cooperative, friendly and encouraging to others. Not that many people do that in this world.
She supports my vision.
This is why I love her.
Joanna lives in a town far away from her parents because I have a career here. She has sacrificed so I might flourish. She encourages me to be better every day and is the first one to tell me when I have failed & hug me afterwards.
This is why I love her.
She is a private person and I will probably get yelled at for telling you so much about her, but I have to.
She fights for those who have no voice and lends her voice to others. She is the one whose ethics are amazing and rather than others who have asked for me to bend what I believe, making me even more ethical. She is proud of me and loves me unconditionally.
This is why I love her.
She says that dislikes small dogs, but will do whatever it takes when our dog has an epileptic seizure. Her compassion for animals is never-ending and
This is why I love her.
I hope that my friends get an advocate that has such love, compassion, honor, ethics and is 1 /10 of the woman who my wife Joanna Watson Donahue is.
Our anniversary is on the 19th. We’ve survived 5 years together. Her late grandmother, who I love like my own, used to say to me when we walked in, “Have you beat Jo yet?” and when I told her no, she’d reply, “well you should!” She’d turn to Joanna and smile.
We’ve survived five years of death, heartache, hospitals, bills, drama, hatred, failures and misery…
.
.
because of love, honor, dedication, compassion, friendship, peanut butter sandwiches, pushing to get my degree & the love of two puppies in a WAY too small house.
I will be somewhere where I can not write this all down where you can see it on our anniversary, but I think doing it a bit early will be fine.
I am the successful man I am today, because of the love you have shared with me.
A friend of mine granddaughter tried out for basketball team this year and failed. The popular kids and the kids who played volleyball got the spots.
Would she have been the best player out there? I’ve never seen her play so I can not tell you. But her most incredible grandmother talks about her as the following:
She never gives up, she has a positive attitude, she plays hard, she is focused and she gets good grades and she can shoot and defend but most of all she wants to play. Never seen anyone who wanted something more in her life.
Isn’t that what we need in our world? Someone who has a positive attitude, somebody who wants to leave it all on the floor? We can shake our fist at school cliques, but they are what life is all about.
Life is about the haves and the have-nots, the people with a gold, silver and bronze spoon in their mouths and those of us who bust our ass doing work that nobody wants to do, but does somebody has to do it.
http://gty.im/475583011
Take Mike Rowe, who ballooned from a salesperson on QVC to a news segment of “Somebody’s Gotta Do It”.
You might be familiar with “SGDI” because it blew up when it was on the Discovery Network under the title “Dirty Jobs”.
Mike Rowe was everywhere until the Discovery Network decided to let him go. Did he give up? No, he is working on the focus of blue-collar labor and the decline of infrastructure in the US. Then CNN thought differently about how “Somebody’s Gotta Do It” had to return and it did.
I once interviewed Mike Rowe.
I tried to have every intern make sure I prepared for every possible question that I had ready.
And I failed miserably.
Probably one of the worst interviews I have ever done in my life. But I have built from it and I try every time to remember that one failure and focus on being 1% better every time I do one.
So back to my friend, though she did not achieve her dream, she is a star because she cared. Something that most of these kids will never do. She is a fighter, someone who has heart & soul. She doesn’t have any sort of spoon in her mouth but a hunger that fuels her. She will be better than she was yesterday.
She has heart, more than a lot of people who I know, a fire that will help her succeed while those “popular kids” fade into obscurity. While other people would just give up, she is itching for the next challenge.
