Tamara Shannon

I am a planner. I like to plan. I'm a creature of habit and routine and I am perfectly fine with this. I like to know what's going on and preferably arrange the details to my liking. Some may mistake this for being bossy, but I just tell them to hush and do as they're told. This mentality does, however, sometimes present a problem. It seems, much to my displeasure, that things in life are not always so easily manipulated and controlled. I'm stressed out with work; working at a job I 98% of the time do not enjoy. My husband is pulling 40+ hours at work then studying in his free time. Needless to say, he's also a bit strung out. I am ashamed to say that I had a slight breakdown this week. One night it just happened...I just had to cry. This concept is a strange idea for men; they don't seem to understand. Brent, the great husband he is, instinctively tries to fix and resolve all of my problems. This, as every woman knows, is useless at a time like...

Brent and I were fortunate this week to be invited to a luncheon held in Mitt Romney's honor. We were treated to yummy foods and a moving speech by the former Governor. He spoke eloquently about the current economical circumstances that America is in and his perspective on how Obama is screwing it all up (though he said it much better). In fact, he was very (unnecessarily) respectful of Obama despite his alternate viewpoints. Even when mentioning Pelosi(@#$*&!) he managed to keep his cool...while I was beginning to boil inside. Lets not go there. We were also fortunate to have a brief moment to introduce ourselves, say a few words of appreciation and take a 'lovely' picture (taken with an iPhone on blurry mode). It was a good experience. I wish him luck in the future...for all of our sakes.