A Letter from a 'Typical White Person' (& California is nice.)

Dear Barack Obama,

I really think you should just stop talking. We already know that everyone with whom you are associated hates America, but the more your campaign pulls out the race card, the more I want to pull my hair out. First of all, you're not even black. You're not white either. You're technically both. Secondly, referring to your grandmother as a "typical white person" who is afraid of black people would be like my referring to O.J. Simpson as a "typical black person" who steals stuff. YOU CAN'T USE A STEREOTYPE TO ARGUE AGAINST A STEREOTYPE. It just doesn't work. I don't care if you're black, white, yellow or purple, stop making color an issue. And you might want to inform all your racist friends and your America-hating wife that they aren't helping your cause. But if you want to continue digging yourself a hole, go for it. We Republican voters appreciate your help.  

Love, Amber

On a completely unrelated note, I had temporarily abandoned my blogging duties because 

I went to California for Spring Break to visit my boyfriend who is stationed at Camp Pendleton. It was wonderful seeing him for the first time in almost three months, but leaving him never gets any easier. Now I have to hope that I get the time (and money!) this summer to go visit him again. I think I may go crazy before this is all over. But the vacation was great, and California is beautiful (with the exception of the ridiculously high gas prices). I can't wait to go back. Here we are Monday night at sunset on the pier in Oceanside. Experiences like this make me wish I could make time stand still. Most of the time, though, I'm searching for the fast forward button. I always want to fast forward to a time when I'm finished with college and I don't have to be 2225 miles away from him anymore. But I guess that's the mindset I chose when I decided to be a Marine Corps girlfriend. Sometimes I worry, though, that I'm fast forwarding through life.