White House press release

Hello all. Let me give this disclaimer. This post may seem a tad offensive and racist, but I can assure you that that is not the intent. I am just fed up. I watched the inauguration, I am even optimistic that he will do a good job. But here is what straight pisses me off. First of all, for all the history talk, and there was some history made, it wasn’t that crazy. He was not the first black man in the White House; that honor goes to a slave named Elizabeth. He is not the first black person invited in the White House; that honor goes to George Washington Carver. He is not the first black person to stay overnight in one of the main rooms of the White House; that honor goes to George Washington Carver as well. He is not the first black person to work in the White House, really, he is not even the first black president; WHAT?!?!?!? Yeah, he is half white folks. And the other half is African. So he truly is African American. That is another thing that chaps my hide. The term African American. Very few people are actually African American. That would mean that half of you is American, and the other half is African. 50/50, not just because it is PC. I am not English American. My wife is not Norse American. My co worker is not German American, and so on. Here is the deal, I am American; chances are you are too. Why would you want to hyphenate that? Most black people do not realize that it was there own people that sold them into slavery (look it up). I don’t see Jews still griping, asking for reparations, and trust me, they have had it a lot worse over time. If you want to go back to your mother land, feel free; you will be on a plane in no time. The first time you go to Russia and you turn the faucet and the water is black; the first time you go to Nigeria, and you have to walk, not drive, 20 miles to go to the doctor the one time a year he is in town. Or perhaps you want to go to France and get made fun of and hated the rest of your life. Feel free. Now I am not racist, but I am prejudice. I can’t stand people, of any race, to act as if they are better than me. They feel like I owe them something. They mooch off the system and would rather scheme to beat the system than use that brainpower to get a good job and get ahead. I don’t think there is an intelligence gap, I think there is an ambition gap. And another thing, how classless and crass is it to boo the outgoing president. All the presidents could fit in my house. That is an extremely powerful position with more responsibility than I could ever imagine. I am not a Bush fan, anybody who knows me knows that. But I do believe him to be a good man who really did try his best, and really believed he had our best interest at heart, even though it was misguided. To boo him, and sing sha na na na, hey hey hey goodbye is absolutely disgusting. He has been nothing but gracious and helpful to Obama, and I believe that he truly was embarrassed by those people. Also, why vote for a man because he is kind of black? How about his policies? A TV show went around and asked why they were voting for Obama. Only 2 out of 100 said anything other than something inane. 13 actually said they think Sarah Palin would make a good vice president for Obama. 55 didn’t even know whether he was pro life or not. I keep MLK being quoted over and over; let me leave you with this quote and see if you really think his words were heeded; “I look forward to a day where a man is judged by the CONTENT OF HIS CHARACTER and NOT THE COLOR OF HIS SKIN“. How many do you think really voted their conscious and his character, and how many voted his color and their ignorance? Something to chew on. Hubbard, out.

A for effort

Hello all. I wish I could do this everyday, but I just don’t have the time. I have a wife, three kids and a job that requires me to work at least 11 hours a day. But here I am. I though it would be ironic to use a cliche to headline it, but is it really a cliche? What if we really gave people an “A” for effort? So many times in life, we flippantly pass off peoples best effort as the least that they could do. What if it was the best? Why do we place such unrealistic expectations on those around us to live up to or above our standard, whatever it may be, 100% of the time? People make mistakes, people make errors, we all have setbacks from time to time. But what if we have a setback even though we gave it our best? Does that not count for anything?Sometimes, despite our best efforts, things just don’t work out that way. I wish they did, and in some cases, failure cannot be an option. But I say this; cut people some slack. Now we all know those who perpetually underachieve and don’t even come close to living up to acceptable standards. But they are not a lost cause until they are truly lost for good. So next time somebody puts forth an effort and seems genuine, maybe give them the benefit of the doubt. You might just need it back someday. Sorry for the shortness, but this was just a quick blurb. Good night and good luck.

Resolute resolutions

Hello all. I have never been one to buy into resolutions. I don’t think January 1 is anymore important to start something than October 23rd. So, that being said, I did something yesterday that changed the course of my life. I stepped on the scale. When I looked down, I saw something I would never see. It brought tears to my eyes. And it made me want to do something that up to that point, I kept putting off because I thought it wasn’t that bad. I am fat. Obese. Flabby. I could go on, but I don’t need to. I have been overweight since about 1996, but hadn’t really given much thought to it, because, well, it was easy not to. But I saw a number that shattered my being yesterday. People have big birthdays, couples have big days, and we have big numbers that we never want to see. For those fortunate few, it is 200. For a woman, it varies from 110 to 2oo. For a man who is 6’2 with three kids and a smoking hot wife, it is……………………….. don’t feel like telling yet. I will just put it this way. My goal is 80 pounds. Added up over a year, that is only 4 oz. a day. Seems easy huh? But I like baaaaaad food. I mean, if it tastes good and can make you gain weight, I loved it. Not liked it, loved it. So here is what I have to do. I have to be strict. There is no 2 slices of pizza for me. There is no small bowl of fat free, sugar free ice cream with no chocolate topping for me. There aren’t any Little Debbie’s. I could go on, but I don’t need to. So, I will eat, and I may not like it all the time, but they say a habit only takes about 3 weeks to develop, so here’s to lasting 3 weeks, moths, years, and hopefully decades. I can’t run due to back and knee issues. But in the past 24 hours, I have walked 3.3 miles. Feels good I have to say, and really not that hard. When I was a teenager, I was in shape, and I ate whatever I wanted. Now as an adult, I am realizing that the same is not true. I hate that once again, I found out later than I should have, but I can assure you, I have found out. So if you live near, and you see me, don’t pat me on the back or tell me I can do it, tell me I will do it. I used to have a teacher who hated the word can. I can see what she meant now. Good luck and good night.

What is up with cliches?

Hello. My name is Jamie Hubbard. If you have been directed here, it is because I have invited you to read it or you just thought the title was cool. Either way, you may need to know some things. I am married with three kids (Christian 5, Faith 3, and Grayson 2). My wife’s name is Sherri and she has been my rock for almost 14 years. I was 19 when I met her, she was 16, we have had many ups and downs, and yet here we are. This is not my first blog, but I feel like it is. I can’t believe it took me so long to find this site. What an awesome site. I want to talk about something I heard today; a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. What? I get the symbolism, I just don’t know where people came up with these things. If you have ever talked to me, I doubt you have ever heard me speak like these. I am a realist; not a pessimist, not an optimist, but a realist. So I speak in realistic terms. I don’t speak in circles, triangles, octagons, pentagons, or any other shape. I speak in a straight line. IF I am going to make an analogy, it will be appropriate to the situation and relevant. I will not put the cart before the horse, nor will I look it in the mouth if it is a gift horse. I won’t make lemonade if life gives me lemons, even though I have never been given a lemon when I am down. I could go on, but you get the point. If you ever count on me for advice, and some of you have, you should know that I give realistic advice that can help. Most of the time. Sometimes, I tend to be too forward, but I have good intentions. I didn’t get anything from the cliche today, and I doubt most do. If you want cliches, don’t come to me. And if you give them, let me know so that we can sidestep that little misstep. I know this may seem harsh, but like I said, I am forward. I don’t think I am rude, just to the point. I am a work in progress, and maybe one day, I will use cliches, like when I am old, I can say “Why buy the farm when you get the milk for free”?. Oh well, I guess I will have to improve my cliches. If you read this and laughed, good for you. If you read this and got upset, quit telling me cliches. If you read this and have your head cocked to the side like a puppy, you didn’t get the point. I simply want to say that if you talk to me, just tell me what you want to, don’t beat around the bush . Until next time folks.