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Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
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8:06 am - Cletus needs to eat
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[email to Sam]
Dear Congressman,
I've taken everything we've discussed to Speaker Keller and his reply is as follows.
1. Although he would still prefer the 20/80 split or even better the 10/90 split, he is willing to compromise at 35/65.
2. He'd like no mention of that report as you've been withholding it for six years. Could we discuss an abstinence plus education set up that avoids that report?
3. School vouchers are a done deal.
4. Raise the required test scores for accreditation. Testing for both teachers and students.
5. Mental health screenings.
Let me know. Cletus thanks you.
Ainsley
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| Monday, March 14th, 2005
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10:53 am - Today is a very good day...
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[email to Cliff]
Cliff,
Today's shaping up to be a very good day. I just bested Josh Lyman.
Tonight's YR meeting is going to be fun.
-A
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| Thursday, March 10th, 2005
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1:43 pm - email to Rep. Seaborn, Santos
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[email to Seaborn, Santos and their respective assistants]
Dear Gentlemen,
Speaker Keller would like to arrange a meeting with the two of you about this Education bill. He would like to see a draft of the Bill before it comes out of committee.
The addition of school vouchers is a necessity.
Sincerely,
Ainsley Hayes
Chief of Staff
Speaker Keller
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| Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
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2:14 pm - 5 minutes to myself...
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Speaker Keller has us running around like crazy. I hardly seen Cliff all week. At least we keep Fresca here in the office. I'd simply lose my mind.
Got an email from the DCYR, sent to all of the staff here in the office. Speaker Keller saw it open on my desk so I'm attending both.
( Things I need to attend.... )
( Social Hour )
Of course, both of these will require going back to the office afterwards but hopefully we can find some new support in the area. It's very hard to be a Republican in this town.
Ok, Keller needs me.
current mood:  bouncy
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| Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
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6:54 pm - Where has the time gone
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Well I'm certainly shameful in keeping up with this journal. Blink and the time flies by.
Let's see, since I last posted.
Speaker Keller hired me as his COS. It's been insanely busy but I love it. The staff works very well together and attending the Young Republican events with Cliff have been fantastic.
Yes, I'm still seeing Cliff, although our time is even further streteched these days. We make up for it when we can.
I need to catch up on this thing.
current mood:  busy
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| Monday, December 13th, 2004
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3:45 pm
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[private]
You know when you have a break-up? You hope you don't see them (unless it's in a controlled setting and you've lost five pounds and you're on the arm of someone ten times as gorgeous).
Now, Sam and I never dated. There was something, to be sure, but it was never nurtured.
Yet seeing that picture of him and Mallory hit my stomach at the wrong angle.
I wish I hadn't seen it.
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3:31 pm - Hmm.
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I just received a phone call of a very interesting nature. The Speaker's COS is leaving before the next session begins, and apparently, I'm on the short list. We just made an appointment to meet on Wednesday morning.
I'm a bit shell-shocked. It's a pleasant surprise, to be sure, but I don't know that I'm completely qualified.
I haven't been a government employee for a good long while now; I'm afraid I might be out of practice.
Still, I'm equal to the task and shall keep you all updated.
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| Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
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2:45 pm - Thanksgiving with my sister, always an experience
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Considering the long spells of time at home with my parents, I couldn't help but realize a severe lack of time with Emmet. I spent a long weekend with Em, my brother-in-law Charles, and my adolescent nephew Riley. Although, I suppose, "adolescent" is not appropriate, seeing as he is creeping his way into his teenage years -- sour disposition and all. When we spoke of my upcoming appearance on Crossfire, he saw it fit to mock Tucker Carlson’s bow ties. What a brat (my nephew, not Tucker). It was good to see my sister and hear of her philanthropic efforts, and of Charles’s practice, but it only served to remind me of my own unemployment. Of course, I’ve certainly saved enough to be comfortable, yet I yearn to find something professionally fulfilling that will be worth my efforts.
current mood:  complacent
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| Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004
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8:34 pm
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North Carolina keeps calling me home. Or, to put it less poetically, my family members keep calling me and telling me to come to N.C. I came back to D.C. a bit more than a month ago, slept for 10 hours, and was awoke by my uncle Robin's piercing voice on my answering machine. His campaign manager had been wounded -- severity, at the time, undetermined. The N.C. Republican Party had all available individuals staffed out to different races, and the RNC, of course, could not spare a soul. Uncle Robin (or Congressman Hayes) told me to "get my pretty little self" back home.
Never mind how silly that sounds to a 34-year-old woman.
So I unpacked, laundered, then packed once again (I'm beginning to feel like a transient being of some sort). I spent two weeks running my Uncle's re-election campaign in the N.C. 8th.
Does anyone else note how a hard-fought victory seems so much more satisfying than an easy win?
I have been absent for some time, hoping the lack of my presence was not conspicuous. I celebrated my homecoming to D.C. with an Angel's Kiss. Which I knocked on my computer while enjoying a song or two by the Shirelles. Needless to say, my computer was out of commission for a short duration.
Also, I spent three weeks in bed with Cliff Calley.
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| Saturday, October 16th, 2004
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8:34 pm
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I firmly believe that the sight of the Washington Monument rising out of the Potomac is one of the most wondrous there is to see.
I missed this town sorely.
Hiram, thank God, transferred to Fort Bragg. His goddess of a wife is minding father, who is steadily improving, allowing me to return to my own agenda. I can say with assuredness that they are a family of saints.
I shall recount life in Pinehurst, North Carolina for you all after obtaining at least twelve hours of sleep.
current mood: content
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| Wednesday, September 8th, 2004
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4:01 pm
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Father is back to his old self, at least mentally. :) After refusing to remain in the hospital any longer than was absolutely necessary, he was allowed to leave providing he permis someone to come to the house daily to aid with his physical therapy. He menaced the poor sould away within a few days, so I have taken charge, so to speak.
He's doing much better than was originally anticipated. He retains the use of his writing arm, which greatly facilitates communication between us as his speech is quite a bit off. Of course, he didn't choose to share this with me until today, after I had implemented the very method of communication used by Valentine and Monsieur Noirtier. I hope he relished that moment of ruining my Monte Cristo fun. I feel my dignity may never fully recover. :(
Hiram and Lucien are both leaving tomorrow as they have families to tend to. I shall be here for quite some time, it would seem.
current mood:  optimistic
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| Sunday, September 5th, 2004
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6:11 pm
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[private]
It's been 25 years. I was the only one who cried at her funeral, though I shed enough tears to cover those lacking from the other attendants several times over. I wore her black veiled hat, the one she'd worn to her brother's funeral not two months prior, over my father's strong protests. It was too large, he'd said, though really it just reminded him of what he'd lost. He was devastated; she was his sweet Annabell Lee, and I was the one left to pick up the pieces.
I grew old at nine years of age.
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current mood:  depressed
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| Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
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6:38 pm
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[private]
He mistook me for her.
When I first arrived at the hospital aftet the flight, he called me by her name. Perhaps it was the light; his room was rather dark, and the rest of the hospital well-lit, so it's entirely possible he just couldn't see my face.
This shouldn't bother me, yet it's been wriggling around in the back of my mind since its occurrence.
I could never be my mother. He, of all people, should know this.
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current mood:  pensive
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| Saturday, August 28th, 2004
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11:20 pm
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He's going to be fine.
I say this using "fine" in a general sense. The doctor said he suffered a brain stem stroke, and that he will not only suffer speech difficulties, but most likely paralysis in both sides of his body.
But he's going to be all right.
current mood:  drained
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| Tuesday, August 24th, 2004
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9:25 pm
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I thank you all for your kind words.
I haven't heard back from Hiram since his first call, nor from anyone else.
I couldn't concentrate at all today; in fact, I'm sure I'll be let go. I should be there.
I'll take a red eye. My nerves are too frazzled to drive.
current mood: worried
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| Monday, August 23rd, 2004
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7:31 pm
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Hiram-- my eldest brother-- he just called me, but I don't understand.
Father had a stroke.
current mood:  distressed
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12:07 am - As it is a latter date...
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( The Big Shebang )
I apologize for the fact that this is rather belated; Capital Beat has consumed most of my time. Speaking of which, I have been giving serious thought to my tenure there. It's true that it is terribly exciting, yet not nearly as fulfilling as I had previously hoped. It seems my rut shall not be overcome this easily. :(
current mood: contemplative
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| Friday, August 13th, 2004
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8:19 pm - Gracious me.
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I have just returned from quite an interesting visit with my family, and upon turning on my television in order to view the Olympics opening ceremony happened across a program wherein a sumo wrestler was being pitted against an orangutan in a match of tug-of-war.
Anyway, yes, I have returned and shall relate the entire tale at a latter date, that date being one upon which I have recovered fully from the lovely experience that is driving from D.C. to North Carolina and back.
current mood: exhausted
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| Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
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11:49 am - :B <-- It's a beaver! :D
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I have decided to take the gig.
Isn't that interesting wording? "Take the gig"? Honestly, I'm not even sure what a "gig" is. It probably equates to "job" or somesuch, but really. How odd.
Anyway, yes. I am going to host Capital Beat. This shall be interesting. :o
I've also decided that I should go off to the horse farm, as they are my family, despite whatever phobia I may or may not possess. Thus, I'll be there from the 8th through the 14th.
My brothers, of course, will be there with their families, and I'll be there alone. Father will undoubtedly set me up with no less than seven men, one for each day. The pleasure brought from these visits truly is unrivaled. D:
Perhaps I should employ some sort of scheme with which to ward these "dinners" off. I could dye my hair a ridiculous color, or perchance hornswoggle someone into going with me to play faux boyfriend. That would be interesting.
Lunch time.
current mood:  devious
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| Saturday, July 31st, 2004
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1:19 pm - -of horses and a job offer-
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Well, it is long past time for me to write in this, my journal, so write I shall.
I have been offered the position of hosting Capital Beat, which I'm not at all positive is a title I care to hold. I find it rather curious that after all this time I am still in a rut, and still none the wiser as to why I ever left, though it may just be that due to the aforementioned passing of days I have forgotten.
Sam's article, in which I am quoted, came out a bit ago, and proved to be quite entertaining, specifically the "two former presidents meet by way of Brad Pitt" analogy. Of how one being would meet by way of another I am not entirely certain.
Father called today to invite me out to the ranch in Southern Pines. The whole family will be there, and I miss them so, yet-- let me stress this-- I am terrified of horses. I was always scared out of my wits as a child when we'd spend our summers there. Of course, I'll end up going, as it would be rude of me not to.
I'm out of Fresca. Drat.
current mood: contemplative
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