I've always been a coffee drinker anyway.

If you've read this blog long enough, you know I can be a bit, um, shall we say opinionated? You may be shocked to know that most of the time I've used restraint.

Yeah, I know.

But I decided a long time ago that the blog would not be my forum for rants or tantrums unless it involved a good discussion concerning self-rising flour or sending a timely thank-you note.

I have a family. I have a daughter. And I have just a wee bit of paranoia.

Watching 24 hasn't helped.

But today I wanted to share with you where I will be tomorrow, April 15, the Big Day for Big Brother.

I'm going to a Tea Party.

When all of the hoopla began, I wasn't sure I wanted to take part. I am opinionated. I can be emotional, but most of the time I try to logically respond to those opinions and emotions. I thought when the day came for the underground conservatives to make a public outcry, I would just sit it out.

I've changed my mind.

People are talking. People are blogging. And even if they don't want to admit it, our government is paying attention.

They make think we're crazy or stubborn or radical. Maybe we're a nice mix of all three.

We complain that they don't understand us, that we're being ignored, but how can we expect them to listen if we never have anything to say?

If you are interested in attending a Tea Party tomorrow or just learning what they are all about, I encourage you to read for yourselves. The great thing about this country is that we have the freedom to gather together and speak our minds or stay home and sit it out. At least, we do for now.

After a lot of thought and worry and a private tantrum or two, I've decide to go to our local rally. Maybe I'm crazy or stubborn or radical. Maybe I'm a nice mix of all three, but I'll be there with my strong cup of coffee in one hand and my country's flag in the other.