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Trump Is President

The results are in… Trump is president. I’ve had about 30 hours to process what this means, and how it impacts my dream of America.

Having said that, this post is dedicated to my Trump supporting friends who have so aptly reminded me that, as Americans, we have the right to vote how we wish. I’ve read many Facebook posts regarding “the votes are counted… let’s move on with life… don’t take it so personal… pull up your panties and move on.”

American thumb up

At the same time, this post is also dedicated to my friends who vehemently oppose everything that Trump stands for. You know, stuff that wasn’t spun by the media, but actually spoken from his own lips?? I won’t waste an ounce of white space on those comments. I’ll let you run an internal movie replaying his “greatest hits” on humanity. (Read: hits on humanity)

To My Trump-Voting Friends:

I say, you are right, in part. It is time for me to pull up my big girl panties. And, move on, I will. But it won’t be “business as usual.” No, too much is at stake. What I say to you is this, I accept (don’t read or assume that means “respect”) your vote. I accept the results of this democratic process.

After reciting several iterations of the serenity prayer, I realize that I must accept what is outside of my control. I can’t control this outcome.


My panties are pulled up, and I’m poised in an acceptance mode. Do you like what you see? Do these panties make my butt look big? Is my hair ok? Do I look better from this angle? Good. Good. Glad we were able to settle that.


Collage of my personal metaphor for “Big Girl Panties”

As I stand in “Big Girl Panty” mode, please understand that I’ve accepted it. Well, I’m in the process of learning to accept it. Give me time.

I’m not a football girl, but I expect it will take me at least as long to come to terms with this as it does for fans of the losing team to shake off their pain and anger after a big Super Bowl loss. My team lost. Big. As in, we got our asses kicked. And, quite honestly, it hurts.

You voted.


I mentioned that I’m moving on… the American way… but that doesn’t mean it will be “business as usual.” In the past, I’ve kind of kept my political voice quiet when it came to social media or in “mixed” company. I accept am working on accepting your Trump vote. I’m also warming up my voice. That being said, please expect to hear my opinions on things like:

  • Freedom of Speech (for starters)
  • Women’s Rights (that makes me pro-choice, in case you are wondering)
  • LGBTQ (XYZ123…as the list grows) Rights AND Marriage Equality (yes, I firmly believe that two consenting adults have a right to officially proclaim their love and have it recognized by my government, insurance, and community. And, I’m even ok with PDA’s. If I can lean into my husband’s shoulder at a movie, I strongly feel that the gay couple behind me should have the same right.)
  • 2nd Amendment Rights – in line with where we are TODAY vs. when muskets were the protection weaponry of choice. Gun rights don’t silence my right to speak. Don’t try to tread on my pen and paper, either!

These are the quick highlights.

The government now bleeds red… red coming out of the Senate. Red coming out of the, wherever… Oops, I promised I wouldn’t waste space… must.move.on.

To My Friends Who Vehemently Oppose Everything That Trump Represents:

I implore you, take the time needed to lick your wounds… drown your sorrows… armchair quarterback for a bit… complain loudly, stomp your feet, shake the rafters, eat gallons of ice cream, and cry yourself to sleep in the fetal position. Wimpy Teen

I’ve read many Facebook posts over the past two days from strong friends who are deeply shaken. Many are saying that they are pulling off of social media. The pain is just too deep. Again, do what you must to take care of yourself. After all, this shit just got real.

Then, as you are willing and able, please join me. Let’s start the “Big Girl Panty Regime” where we join, united in our unending fight to maintain the liberties that legions of women and men of all races have fought hard to achieve. Talk to your sisters and brothers who are united in this voice. Get off the couch, write your representatives, post your opinions on social media, gather, march… If leading these efforts isn’t your forte, consider looking for organized efforts that you can join.

We have many things of which to be thankful. In fact, I’ve got 14,000 of them in front of me…


That’s right… I’ve got fourteen thousand… and Trump aint gonna be one of them!

With panties pulled high, I’m warming up my voice and figuring out how I can get to work in this great democracy. The United States of America.

The results are in, and we have our work to do.


© 2016, The Musing Maven, all rights reserved.

What Up Miley Cyrus?

YikesThis whole Miley Cyrus VMA thing has been weighing on my mind. In the few soundbites I’ve heard since, I’ve been disgusted and refused to give her air time. She says the whole incident was a calculated move to get PR. And, honestly, I didn’t want to feed the frenzy. In recent weeks I’ve found myself turning the channel if she’s being interviewed, and I even do a quick station change if her songs are playing on the radio. And, forget about Robin Thicke… (don’t even get me started!)

Miley Cyrus VMA

Seriously, even before the foam finger made its debut on the stage, I was actually sickened by the haircut, long tongue side-lick-thingy, and the image of her bumping and grinding in a mouse get-up with other stuffed animals. It was disturbing on many levels.

Miley and Thicke

Now to be fair to Ms. Cyrus, I have to admit that my kids grew up watching Disney’s Hannah Montana. We even saw her in concert about 4 years ago when she was first “breaking away” from her role as Hannah Montana. She was such a “good girl” and we just expected to continue to be a positive role model. We were kind of counting on her.

Hannah Montana

So, I guess I’ve been in this self-righteous place of judgement over this 20 year old soon-to-be porn star. After all, she kind of owes it to us, doesn’t she? Truth be told, we watched her in 30-60 minute segments for many years, supporting her childhood career… investing in her merchandise (t-shirts, music, wigs)… and the least she could do is pay us back by delivering more of what we want. Straight and narrow. But let’s face it, over time we got bored with her. You can watch a middle-school sweetheart for so long and then it’s time to move on.

What sucks for Miley (and other Hollywood hopefuls) is that she lives in a consumer-driven culture. And, at an early age, she became a product to be consumed by the masses. Oh, our intentions were good, but we kind of ate her alive and spit her out when we were done. Then, when she decided to act like other “Disney” kids and started doing crazy things that we didn’t support, we wondered why this keeps happening. We treat the whole thing like a “Disney Curse.”

And, maybe it is.

Case in point: Amanda Bynes, Justin Bieber, Macaulay Culkin, Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Michael Jackson (not all these were “Disney” kids, but they kind of fit the mold in our judgmental minds when referring to child stars who grow up to be unstable adults).

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So anyway, my hubby and I met some friends for dinner the other night. Somehow we got on the topic of the VMA’s and how disgusted we were… our friends mentioned that Miley was going to be hosting Saturday Night Live. And, we bit. I don’t know why, but curiosity got the best of us and after tucking the kids in we tuned in to SNL.

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Just as we expected, the skits were raunchy. She looked too skinny, too rebellious, too marked up with tattoos… a real disappointment. Within a few minutes my hubby was snoring. Meanwhile I was glued to the t.v. invested in seeing Miley through to the end. Hate to admit it, but… I was thirsty to see her top the VMA debacle.

Then, it was time for her to be the featured musical guest.

Honestly, she was amazing. Granted, it took me a few verses to get past the see-through shirt. But when I took time to really listen and watch, I experienced real talent. And, a passion for delivering excellence. Chills and bumps took over my body as she put it all on the field and held nothing back. As I watched her finish her first song, and later deliver her second, I was blown away by the passion in this young girl’s voice. With power she transported me past her father’s mullet, past the VMA twerking, beyond the tattoos, and to a place of peace. What she shared was an intimate peek at a young woman who is simply trying to find her way in the world…

My God, I have a 14 and 11 year old… and the world can be a difficult place to navigate – even when you don’t live in a fishbowl of fame.

We are consumers. We want our entertainment and we take, watch, judge and feed on the frenzy. How can any child, any teenager, or even a 20 year old be prepared to cope with fame? Easy for us to judge as we quarterback from the privacy of our living rooms.

I guess I’m now in a place of reflection over Miley Cyrus. She reminded me that at the end of the day, it’s me – not her, that must raise my kids. She reminded me that there are children out there who need role models and perhaps it’s time to get off my judgmental soap box and seek ways to invest in the wider community. There are tons of opportunities… Food banks, homeless shelters, inner-city schools, boys/girls clubs, youth organizations, etc. What would the world be like if we traded our judgement in exchange for solid action?

I don’t have all the answers. Hell, I don’t even have half the answers. In fact, the more I take time to listen to the Universe and really *see* with open eyes, the more questions that surface.

For today, Miley is a reminder that we are all human. We make mistakes. In spite of our humanity, we are richly blessed with amazing gifts and talents that surprise ourselves and others. There are moments of clarity where we can put it all on field, leaving nothing behind. With just a little of that each day, we can change the world.

Would anyone like to join me as I attempt to get off my judgmental soap-box and offer up peace and love through action with youth in our community.

How can we judge a little less and share love and peace a little more?


© 2013, The Musing Maven, all rights reserved.

Warp Speed OR BUST!

Star date, September 16, Two Thousand Thirteen: 1400 Hours.
This is Captain Sandi of the Starship Rhynard…

Do you ever feel that life is moving at full throttle? Kind of like a sci-fi warp speed?

Photo: Emin Okkol

Image: Emin Okkol

In my best attempt to slow down and breathe, some days are just too hectic for those introspective and quiet moments.

Over the past 8 weeks, my freelance work has been gaining momentum. I have a wide variety of strategic marketing, writing, and biz development coaching projects keeping me very busy. My clients are each living intentional lives, trying to make a difference in their respective market segments, and they work hard every day to bring home their bacon. It’s fun to be part of their professional growth process. Besides, I get to wear my big girl panties, speak about adult things, and earn some money doing so. It’s pretty amazing stuff!

Just relishing "big girl-ness" in the sunshine.

Just relishing “big girl-ness” in the sunshine.

On another front, my home life is reaching critical mass with two kids in two different school districts (about 30 miles apart), my husband’s job is about 40 miles from home, and my clients are all around town. I drive a carpool twice per week. Add a few extra-curriculars to the mix and it can make for some pretty intense insanity! (read: padded room, straight-jacket) There are days we start at 5 a.m. and are lucky if we are home for our 9 p.m. bed time. Some weeks seem more stressful than others. However, it’s mostly really great opportunities that make up our life. Truly, our cup runneth over.

Here's proof... the cup is literally running over!

Here’s proof… the cup is literally running over!

But the pace… Sometimes the pace is grueling.

So, I mentioned recently that I have a new bike. She’s a Day Six recumbent and I love her very much! My husband has also unleashed a new passion for riding his bike this summer. We recently committed to sneaking out for a “date ride” once per week. Living in Colorado allows us to pick different routes with varying degrees of cardiovascular challenge. Our goal is to ride as fast and furious as we can for about 2 hours. It’s our attempt at brightening the dark days of marriage

With our heart pumping, blood flowing, hair flying, and bodies sweating, we feel alive, in touch, and connected to each other and our environment. After 21 years of marriage, it provides a new adrenaline rush and we enjoy our time together. I guess you could say that riding allows us to experience “warp speed” on our own terms. Actually, the faster we pedal, the more that times seems to slow down…

As the scenery rushes past in a blur, we sort through our challenges, discuss finances, ponder our faith journey, and negotiate upcoming responsibilities of who needs to be with which kid on what date and when… somehow tackling the madness together, as we pedal as fast as our legs will allow, makes it all seem do-able.

We are in the throws of a hectic life. Just about when I want to holler “beam me up Scottie,” it’s time for our date ride. Somehow going warp speed helps balance out all the madness and gives us the perspective needed to make it through another chaotic week.

As my fingers punch the keyboard to write this blog post, I’m also catching my breath from a 30 mile ride that we just completed…

I guess this is a cliche moment… if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.  Meaning = our best attempt to slow down is to go as fast and as far as we can to catch up…with each other. Hey, I say “Whatever works! Ya simply gotta do, whatcha gotta do!”

How are things spinning in your world?


© 2013, The Musing Maven, all rights reserved.