Friday, June 30, 2006

Baleful

Keeping in the same spirit as yesterdays blog I decided it was a good idea to take Pope Miss Myspace up on his suggestion. Who knows, maybe the more ones I post, the more I will remember.


Baleful - harmful; ominous; causing evil.

It has been my experience that humans are, at times, the most baleful of species on the face of this earth. We cause harm and angst to other, sometimes, simply for no reason other than our own selfish gratification. Often times we really dont need a reason to justify our fowl behavior, we just simply do it because we can.


Not all people are this way all the time, but everyone is guilty of some type of devious behaviors. We as humans cant help it and some of us are just more open about it. How many of us can honestly say that we have never done anything shitty to someone else just for the hell of it or picked on someone simply because we didnt like them for some petty reason? If you say you havent, then you are kidding yourself.


Here is my theory and it is just that. A theory.


I dont think our brains are evolutionarily adapting fast enough to keep up with the speed of changing survival requirements. We still posses the kill or be killed hardwiring that our ancestors needed. The over-aggressive gene just keeps tagging along somehow despite the fact that we really dont need it as much as we used to. We are not fighting for our survival or fending of Saber Toothed tigers anymore, yet the little guy keeps popping up in our genetic makeup. So that leaves us with this un-necessary instinct that we dont know what to do with and causes us to take it out on each other. But nevertheless, evolution is a process and adaptation occurs over a long period of time. We have the capability for our brains to adapt to a functioning level that is more sophisticated than it is right now, but it takes time. In fact, as most of already know, we do not even use a large portion of our brains, so just imagine years from now what the brain power of our species will be. Hopefully that doesn't turn us into a bunch of egotistical maniacs, well more so than we already are anyways.


Happy Friday!!


This ADD blog has been, in part, brought to you by Carnation Instant Hot Chocolate. I rarely eat chocolate or have a great deal of sugar, but this morning was different. I thought I needed a little energy boost and now I am bouncing off the walls. YAAAHHOOO!!!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Aberation


Aberration - staying away from that which is normal.

I was reviewing some terms last night and this word got me thinking about my own status of sanity. I realized I have pretty much strayed away from the state of normalcy that so many people try so hard to achieve. I really don’t want to be normal and I find it funny when others whine and say, but I just want to be normal.......have a normal life........a normal family........and bladity-bladity-blah-blah. Normal sucks and is boring. If you categorize yourself as normal than you are basically categorizing yourself into a group of lame, uneventful, chicken shit sheep. You never go outside your little circle of comfort and spend your lives doing the same things day in and day out. You never actually get to experience life.

Now I wouldn't necessarily categorize myself as looney tunes, but I am no where near normal and I am okay with that. It makes my life interesting and fun. I see things differently and feel things differently. I am more perceptive to opportunities. I guess you could say I am like a bag of m & m's, you never know what color you are going to get. (I just couldn't bring myself to use that tired ass Forest Gump saying.)

Normalcy, in my opinion, involves a lack of emotion or passion. Proof of this is that people don't go wacko or psychotic over an issue, because they feel nothing about it or are okay with it. The emotional episode is the direct result of some form of passion or strong emotion and they do it, because the emotion and passions fuel their reactions. Although, I am not prone to emotional outbursts over negative issues, I do feel very passionately about everything and everyone in my life. If I love you......I love you to death........If I don't like you.......I despise your existence and so on and so on.

I don't get what the constant strife to be normal is all about. Normal is black and white and the world is not black and white. There are a great deal of fine to dark gray areas in between. In fact, black and white are not actually considered colors and can not be found anywhere in nature in pure form. Black is actually defined as the absence of color and white is the blending of colors.

So, why is it some people choose or strive to live in the realm of normalcy? Hell if I know, but for those that do.........I invite you into my crazy ass world for one week and I promise you won't want to go back to being normal ever again.

For those of you wondering where this crazy ass A.D.D. blog came from, it stems from lack of sleep last night and from studying the list of 700 vocab words I have to know for the GRE exam. And yes I am only on the A's. *sigh*

Happy Thursday!!

Sidenote: I played the Sims 2 last night for the first time and I have to say I am addicted. I don't usually go for computer or video games, but this one is really fun.

Monday, June 26, 2006

A favor per se

Well I must be a hell of a lot sicker than I realize.  I just found an excuse as to why I could not perform a diagnostic test on a hot ass Italian guy that would require him removing his shirt.  I think I need to go home. 

 

On to more important issues. I would like to introduce you to one of my oldest friends Torrie.

 

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 We have been friends for about 10 or so years.  He is really funny, smart, rich and great in bed.  What more do you need? Well I don't know his sexual encounters personally, but a girl hears things. So ladies I ask of you to do me a little favor.  He is in dire need of a good sexual harassing.  Seriously the guy needs some long overdue attention.  I know I can count on all my wonderful lady friends to flood His Inbox with naughty little messages.  He would really enjoy it and anyone who does will receive a booby pic from none other than yours truly.
 
Additionally I know my mood has been shit for the last week or so, but something happened this weekend to lift the dark cloud.  I don't know exactly what it was, but I feel a big weight lifted and I think I may have even smiled a few times. *gasps* I know and my face did not crack as some of you said it would. 
 
Happy Flippin Monday!!
 
Update:  Fate must be on my side, because the hot ass Italian guy is apparently a little bitch.  He gave the girl who took my place a truck load of shit about the procedures of the test and proceeded to bitch and whine about it.  Karma is working my way today.
 

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Darker Side Of Me

Well I must be a hell of a lot sicker than I realize.  I just found an excuse as to why I could not perform a diagnostic test on a hot ass Italian guy that would require him removing his shirt.  I think I need to go home. 

 

On to more important issues. I would like to introduce you to one of my oldest friends Torrie.

 

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 We have been friends for about 10 or so years.  He is really funny, smart, rich and great in bed.  What more do you need? Well I don't know his sexual encounters personally, but a girl hears things. So ladies I ask of you to do me a little favor.  He is in dire need of a good sexual harassing.  Seriously the guy needs some long overdue attention.  I know I can count on all my wonderful lady friends to flood His Inbox with naughty little messages.  He would really enjoy it and anyone who does will receive a booby pic from none other than yours truly.
 
Additionally I know my mood has been shit for the last week or so, but something happened this weekend to lift the dark cloud.  I don't know exactly what it was, but I feel a big weight lifted and I think I may have even smiled a few times. *gasps* I know and my face did not crack as some of you said it would. 
 
Happy Flippin Monday!!
 
Update:  Fate must be on my side, because the hot ass Italian guy is apparently a little bitch.  He gave the girl who took my place a truck load of shit about the procedures of the test and proceeded to bitch and whine about it.  Karma is working my way today.
 

Monday, June 19, 2006

We Often Forget

I came across this little video story and the moral of it is so true and rather amusing.  So sit back and enjoy the little show.

 

 

 

 

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Happy Monday!!!

It is nothing cheetos can't cure

I don't know if I am just getting reeeaalllyyy cranky lately or if this is my normal bitchiness kicking in, but I have had it with my nosy ass co-workers.  You know the type.  The ones who pretend to care about what is going on in your life, because they don't have one of their own. The ones who are constantly trying to pry their way in to find out what is going on despite your efforts to keep them at a distance.  I am a very personal person and if and when I choose to share anything about my life, will be on my terms.  I am the type of person that keeps my personal life separate from my work life and separate from my college life and so on.  I need this separation for my own sanity and they just will not respect it.  When they ask how it is going...........I say fine.  When they ask how class went last night............I say fine.  Nothing more, nothing less, and they still don't get the damn hint.  I really dont get the incessant need to find out what is up with me.  I am really not that effin interesting and personally my life is a cluster-fuck right now and I don't feel like bitching about it all the time to fake ass people.  I feel like responding to the "Whats up with you?" with you know what is up with me......none of your damn business is up with me.  Instead of getting the hint, it has lead to the whispers and convos behind my back.  They have somehow have it embedded into their little pea-brains that something must be wrong with me, other than stress, since I don't lay my business out on the table for their enjoyment.  I have been approached with the "Are you sure everything is all right?.........and the........."Are you mad at us?"  Honestly I feel like I am in high school.  We are all adults and we are getting paid to do a damn job.  They are not paying me to be your friend and share my life with you.  Personally I don't give a rats ass if you house is molding or your daughter is "preggers" again.  Really I don't have the energy to waste on caring about inconsequential information from people I have no interest in having a relationship with and am two steps away from having a staff meeting telling everyone to back the "f" up.  Am I alone on this or does anyone else have these same issues?

 

*Side note*

I am much happier now than when I originally wrote this.  I went down to the café and gots me some cheetos and a diet coke and came back and chilled in one of the exam rooms, that have a view to the parking lot, and listened to the radio for a bit.  As I was sitting there, feet dangling like a little kids, I caught a glimpse of that psycho black bird I was telling you guys about, pecking the shit out of some guys head.  I know it is wrong, but I started laughing uncontrollably and didn't quit for a good 10 minutes.  The guy was flailing around like a spaz trying to hit the bird with the bag he had in his hand, but missed every time.  He basically got his ass kicked by a bird.  Life is all good for the moment. 

 

Happy Tuesday!!!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

A Poem With No Home

I am the Poem with No Home, Rhyme, or Reason

Just when you thought ALL the games had gone the way of the dodo and dinosaur, here's ANOTHER ONE, with a "twist."

1. I have written a VERY short piece (Poe lovers, this may sound "familiar").
2. I will tag only ONE person, who will then make a contribution. Tagging only one person will make it easier to follow and less confusing.
3. That person will then tag only ONE person, who will make their OWN contribution, and so on.
4. Make sure you notify the person you're tagging.
 
A few general guidelines, (NOT RULES).
1. Keep your contribution reasonably short? This could get kind of lengthy. No one should feel "burdened" to read a LONG piece before they contribute. In fact, don't even read what's been written before you? Hmmmmmm.
2. No one is compelled to follow a "plot" or storyline. Each writer should put their OWN unique spin and style on the poem. Take it wherever you want, however you want.
3. At the "end" of your "piece," try to leave it a little open-ended. It's up to the person who follows you whether or not they want to "continue" with what you wrote.
4. There is no definitive conclusion. It ends where it ends.
 

It was a dark and dreary night.
The tower bell struck four.
My heart was filled with fright.
A knocking at my door . . .
 
I knew not of nothing
Or nobody to call
I look at the door
A shadow there falls.
 
there you stood before me
your arms open to receive,
as my eyes fill with tears...
i melt into your embrace

To cradle or curse
your untimely return
I could run and be strong
I could stay and burn

Moth to the flame
I touch the burning ember
A fool without shame
A heart forced to remember

Breathing you in
I savor the moment
Not wanting it to end
I struggle with contentment
 
Then it happened the years they washed away
All when your sun shined throughout my day
How could I have been so blind not to see
At what was meant to be

in this moment what will be...will be
just so....do not attempt to over analyze
simply be in tune with beauty .....Truth
life and love....desire no compromise


I see it all know and will compromise no more
I know what I have missed and vow therefore
Never again will I stray from your kiss
For Misery is all that would  truly exist


Those that have added please add your link as you pass it along to show you had a part of it.

Gothica

Devil Inside

Wicked Game

Ckay

Kemari

2mara

Blue Doodle

Burst My Bubble

Mystery Inside

For the next addition I tag:
Dodinsky

Friday, June 16, 2006

Fathers Day

 

Happy Fathers Day to........

My MySpace friends

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Adam aka Xanthan

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Steamy

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Slacker Moms Hubby

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Randy

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Patrick

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Kerry

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Joe

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Jason aka Slim

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Greg

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Wickeds Friday

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Chris aka Jawa

 

 

My real life friend

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Torrie

My bro in law

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Antoni

My man

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Chris aka Devil Inside

and

My very own kickass daddy

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Big Daddy Mike

 

Fathers are wonderful people

Fathers are wonderful people,
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should,

For Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and hero of the scrimmage,

And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion.

But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and soft as he can be.

Fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and bring them happiness,

And like our heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.

By

Unknown

I posted this a day early since I will be with my father tomorrow.  Hope you all enjoy your day.  I am post dating this also, because these guys really deserved to be recognized. If I forgot anyone, it was unintential.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

No Title For This One

I don't know if I would really call this a poem, since it is rather corny.  It is more of an expression of feelings. I wrote it a while back for a loved one going through a rough time. I was faced with this issue all over again recently and it reminded me of this.  Although they have never seen this or any of the others I wrote, it helped me deal with the situation at the time.

 

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Pain and remorse

Guilt and sorrow

These are the feelings of my lifes tomorrow

 

When will it end

When will you see

Life is more than what you plea

 

Open you heart

Open your soul

Trust in me

Don't close the door

 

Break the hold

These demons you have

You are stronger than this

Let yourself free

 

 

 

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Random Schmandom

Random Schmandon...............a picture show too.

 

This weeks review will be kind of short.  I have so many things yet to get done.

 

~I am still loosing the battle between my son and his haircut. I think we are up to 2 inches in height.

 

~My car has Tourettes. Sometimes when I come to a stop, like at a stop light, my car starts convulsing and shaking like a beast.  It is quit funny.  It only needs an oxygen sensor so I guess that isnt so bad.

 

~There is a black bird that has been hanging out above the outside door at our office and he has been dive bombing people as they walk in.  Some of my co-workers are actually walking to the door with an umbrella as protection.  I have yet to see the bird or have it come after me, but I will knock it the hell out if it does.

 

~A family in Sarasota, Fl gets a 7 day eviction notice after a neighbor calls police about their myspace profile.  The adults had a page up displaying a photo of their son with 2 BB guns hanging out of his pants.  The police contacted the land-lord and he handed over the eviction.

 

~I will not be on here as much.  I have a great deal of catching up to do in my real life. School is getting tougher as I get closer to the end of my degree and we also have 1 month to find a new place to live, since our lease is up. Please dont forget about me.

 

~I take my daughter today to get teeth pulled for her braces to be put on.  This is not only painful for her but me as well.  This is costing so much.

 

~ I will no longer be visiting the beach.  A female great hammerhead shark measured at 14.5 feet long and 1,262 pounds, with its hammer measuring more than three feet across was captured by a Port Charlotte fisherman.  This is not far away from the beaches we go to. Look at the size of this thing.

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Well that is it for this week. Enjoy the picture show. Click the slide show to activate and hover the mouse over the pictures for the captions.

 

 

 

 

Happy Friday!!

 

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

I Can't Believe The Nerve

So I am sitting here doing my chem homework like a good college student and you know I am getting a lot done.  My mood has been shit today and the dark cloud was just starting to lift.  My kids are outside playing with the other neighbor kids.  Chris is out helping a friend and the place is all mine.  Yeah, but that all soon ends.  My lovely little 11 year old daughter comes rushing in the door just sobbing. I thought dear lord she hurt herself again, but no that's not the case.  It honestly would have been better if that was it.  She did get hurt, but not in the physical way.  This was emotional.  Aparantly one of the little 12 year old raga muffin fucktard boys outside was putting the smack down my 6 year old son and she stepped in his defense.  She threw the little heathan off my son and he wigged out on her.  He almost hit her in the face. Lucky for him he didn't lay a hand on her, because this boys ass would seriously be in jeopardy. I shit you not.  After that he looked her square in the face and says "what do you think you are doing bitch".  (I am livid at this point and shaking beyond belief) Then it gets better with the "you are just a slut".  I was speechless. I looked at her for 2 solid seconds, staring into her tear filled eyes and the anger just grew.   Let me just first explain that it takes a great deal to piss me off.  I have a pretty high tolerance for bullshit, but not this time.  Then I snapped.  Oh hell no this kid did not have the nerve to call my baby no bitch or slut.  I don't know who the hell he thinks he is............  I rant for a good minute or two.  Finally I said where does this kid live.  My daughter, still sobbing, I don't know his one friend lives here and we can go ask him where he lives.  I said lets go.  Tears are now gone.  My daughter was ready for war. lol Not really, but she felt better knowing this kid wasn't goint to get away with it.  She knows I don't play that way.  So after walking all over the got damn place knocking on door after door.  Good thing though since I had a great deal of time to calm down before I talked to the mother of this little boy. We got no where. I can't find this kids condo.  I am standing there in the parking lot looking all over the place for a sign of any of the kids that could help me out.  Dammit. This kid is not going to get away with this. Then all of the sudden one of the kids that knows the potty mouthed little shit walks around the corner.  Hi so and so I was wondering if you could be so kind as to show me where your friend lives.  He obliged and was very polite about it.  This boy led me on a damn hike.  My luck this kids lives all the way on the other side of the complex, which is good. More time to calm down. So we get over there and the mother and son are sitting out on the steps talking.  She is ripping into his ass. I couldn't help, but smile thinking he deserved everything she had to say. I approach with caution and proceded to explain the story to her and she put her hand up and says "I understand, but I am in the middle of discussing something else he did right now".  I was like I understand that ma'am I just had to come discuss this with you.  As a mother I understand that kids are kids and they pick on each other sometimes, but offensive names to a young girl are just unacceptable and not to mention the fact that your son is three times the size of mine.  "I agree and he will apologize. Right? she says looking at him."  The kid did nothing he didn't look up or acknowledge anything that was going on.  I felt myself getting more and more pissed.  To avoid me flying off the handle at this mother for not making it a point to instill in her son the importance of how to treat a girl and other human beings for that matter, I said  "Like I said.  I just wanted to let you know what was going on" and walked away.  I was dumbfounded.  I mean if my son called anyone those names he would be eating soap for one and a damn severe punishment to go along with it.  But that is just me.  I think to myself, as I am ranting under my breath all the way home, it's no wonder society is so fucked up.  We have parents out there that don't give a shit about old fashioned morals and simple human decency.  We get back to the house and I tell my daughter it is okay that he didn't apologize. She didn't need his empty apology anyways. She is neither of those words and to not take them to heart.   I also told her people are stupid sometimes and say things that they shoudln't. That doesn't mean they are right, it just means that they are not good people inside.  She was all smiles by then and raring to go back outside.  My son didn't care either way.  He can honestly handle his own.  But I told him that fighting is wrong and he should never do it unless he had no other choice. ie self defense.  He nods and follows sis out the door.  After all is said and done I am still pissed.  Good thing Chris wasn't around or the kid would be missing some teeth.  I kid. But I just had to rant a little bit and get this shit out of my head so I can get back to chem homework.

I am sorry you guys had to read this shit.  It is seriously long as hell.  I don't usually rant like this, but I had to get it out or I was going back over there and paying mother of the year another visit. 

Hope your evenings are going better than mine.  I swear the drama llama is really following me around this week.  I just can't seem to shake that hairy damn thing.   

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

KKK

I came across a news article yesterday that I just can't seem to shake.  It was regarding a rally that was held at Antietam Battlefield by the KKK. I was both shocked and angered by the decision of the park owners.  I could not fathom them allowing such a rally to take place on a piece of land that holds the memories of such an important step in our nations ongoing fight against hate and discrimination.  I struggled with their reasoning of freedom expression as the cause for allowing such an event.  I question myself over and over on this issue.  Do klan members really deserve to have access to the amendments allowing freedom of speech?  I struggled with this, because the conclusion I come to is technically yes and in my opinion morally no and I don't like the technically.  If we stop them from doing this we are being hypocrites? Yes. If we allow them to continue to rally are we allowing them to spread hate? Yes.  I don't know what the right way to go is and I don't know when these issues got pushed aside.  At what point do we make the decision as a country and stand up and say NO FUCKING MORE? We pulled bibles, prayers, and God out our school systems.  Why the hell can't we stop these people from spreading the hate and discrimination that we as Americans fight daily to stop?  The klan does not stand up for a cause or an important issue.  They only promote discrimination and violence, which is at the very root of the hate that is embedded within our society.  They spread this discriminatory poison down through the generations and actively recruit people to join them in their crusade for an all white race. 

 

Honestly I pity the people that are members of the klan, because the are only blinded by their own ignorance.  They have no idea what it is that they are actually asking for.  Genetically speaking the more racially diverse a population is the stronger/healthier it becomes.  It ensures against extinction due to disease.  When you mix together all the diseases and genetic defects that the ancestors of different races have fought and overcome and you add them up and hand them down genetically, you have a much stronger healthier human being.  Same thing with dogs.  Pure bread dogs are generally less healthy and more susceptible to disease and defects, such as blindness than that of a well mixed mutt. 

 

I don't know where to go from here with all this.  I wish we could convince the government that is paying out the $100,000 tab for the rally to give them some land to make into their own country.  Let them have what they want and we will see which group out survives who.  Let's see how well they survive out on their own.  I truly believe that the only reason why they have not tried to colonize into their own country is, because they know they need America and they are just a bunch of weak asses without us.  I say cut the chord and send them out onto their own.  I want see them try to back their asses up when they racially insult the prime minister, president or whomever is the head cheese, while bartering for oil or the many other imports that we as Americans depend on for daily use in our life.  If they ever did get their own country though, hopefully it isn't hot and muggy and full of mosquitoes, because malaria can be a bitch and white people are not responsible for developing the genetic mutation that causes immunity through the recessive sickle cell trait and that type of Karma would be a bitch. 

 

Sorry if this blog is all over the place.  I really hadn't planned on writing anything today and it isn't really thought out, but I just couldn't get it out of my head.  I do not in anyway support the klan in their views, but I just struggled with the fact that they do have the right to their opinions and to voice it whether I like it or not.  Just like everyone else does. 

 

Thanks for reading.

 

Happy Monday

 

 

Monday, June 05, 2006

PMS Confessionals

On the way to work this morning I was scanning through the radio stations and I came across this one that had a segment called PMS confessionals. The concept of the show was to have the listeners call in with the worst things that they have done to their significant other while PMSing and then the host would choose the best two and air them.  Then after that a winner would be chosen.  I don't know exactly what they won. I am sure it was nothing that great.  After hearing this I thought to myself cool, I bet there are going to be some good ones. Some women just go completely of their rockers when they experience their monthly visitor.  I know my bitch level goes up about 5 notches, but I have never done anything to physical harm someone.  So here are the two stories that were picked.

 

Woman 1:

She says during her time of the month she has odd cravings that vary from month to month. (don't we all?)  Well one particular month she had a craving for ribs, so she sets off in search of ribs, with her hubby riding shot gun, at about 10 PM on a weeknight.  She finds a place still open and orders a full rack of ribs to go.  She gets out to car and get's in and just couldn't hold back any longer.  She tore into the ribs like a rabid beast right there in the parking lot.  She said that her face was covered in sauce and it was all over the front of her clothes.  The hubby apparently found this rather disgusting and decided to comment (dumbass) by saying "Geez honey could you at least have waited until we get home? You are making a fool of yourself." (Dear lord does this man not know any better?) The woman said that she just turned and looked at him for a second and then picked up the uneaten portion of the rack of ribs and smacked his ass right in the forehead with them.  

 

I am giggling about this as I write this, because I am imagining the mans stunned face full of barbeque sauce. lol I wonder if he learned his lesson.  

 

Woman 2:

I got the sense that this was a girl in her young twenties, but they never actually gave her age.  She says that a year ago her boyfriend took her to the movies and had a whole special thing planned for her.  (She never mentioned exactly what it was.) They were watching their movie and the boyfriend (who didn't know she was PMSing) made some mean comment about her weight.  She was apparently offended (rightfully so) and decided to get her revenge.  She proceeded to tell her boyfriend that she had a surprise for him as well and told him to close his eyes. He being a dumbshit did as she asked and she quite literally gave him the surprise of hawking a loogie right in to his mouth.  She did not say what his response was, but I can't imagine nor do I want to.  If it were me, there would be vomiting and numerous Listerine washes for days, at the least.

 

Although both of these are funny I do have to say I am disappointed.  I am sure that there are ladies out there who have done worse or men who have had worse done to them. I myself can not think of anything that I have done that has been along these lines. I am sure my day is coming though.  How about you? Have you ever done something messed up to someone, because you are PMSing or have you ever had anything done to you?  I would be interested to see what you guys come up with. 

 

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Happy Monday!

Saturday, June 03, 2006

WM3 Awareness

This is a repost of a bulletin from a member on my friends list.  I am very active in supporting his cause.  Please at least take the time to read this if you do nothing more.  I truly believe in his innocense and am fearful he will ultimatley in the end loose his life for a crime he did not commit.  I am sure I will be writing an additional blog over the next few days explaining their case.

Here is his profile for you to look at and obtain more information. Some of his celebrity supporters are Eddie Vedder, Margaret Cho, Henry Rollins and Michael Graves, just to give you an idea of how big this is.  Damien

----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From: Damien
Date: Jun 3, 2006 2:55 PM

June 3, 2006 marks the 13th anniversary that Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin and Jessie Misskelley were arrested for murders they did not commit. It is also West Memphis Three Worldwide Awareness Day, the perfect opportunity for supporters to join together and let the world know the truth about their unjust convictions.  All over the globe, people will stage concerts, screen Paradise Lost I & II and host benefits to raise money for the WM3's defense funds.


Did you know:

Since 1976, 123 men and women have been released from death row after being found INNOCENT, several of whom came within hours of execution

There is mounting evidence to suggest that several innocent men were wrongfully executed in the U.S. in the last 20 years.

Myth: Execution is cheaper than imprisonment

FACT: The cost of execution is two to three times that of LIFE imprisonment.

The California death penalty system costs taxpayers $114 million per YEAR beyond the costs of keeping convicts locked up for life. The majority of expenses are incurred at the trial level.

Money spent administering the death penalty is diverted from services that could help prevent crime including: offender re-entry services, police programs, drug and alcohol treatment programs, and social service agencies that work with at-risk youth.

A New York study revealed it cost $2.8 million to try an indigent capital defendant through the first stage of appeals - more than twise the cost of life imprisonment.

In Texas, the Dallas Morning News concluded that a death penalty case cost an average $2.3 million dollars, about three times the cost of imprisoning someone in a single cell with the highest level of security for 40 years.

Fact: More than 122 countries - a vast majority - no longer use the death penalty.

In 2005, 94f all known executions occurred in just four (4) countries: China, Iran, Saudi Arabia and the United States.

The United States is the ONLY western democracy that uses the death penalty.

BURDEN OF INNOCENCE Take time out and watch these clips. They are of innocent men that have been in prison and later exonerated. They talk about life after being exonerated. Very informative.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Random Schmandon A Week In Review

Random Schmandom........................a week in review.

 

This weeks random thoughts:

 

~ My son is anti-haircut and it is starting to get out of control.  He is 6 years old and loves his wavy curls and is refusing to let me cut them or at least trim them. I dont think he has ears anymore, since I can't see them.  It is starting to even effect his hearing. Honestly I don't mind when my children express themselves with their looks, but he is starting to look like buck-wheat with a blonde afro. People are going to start to think he is a heathen child.  Oh who am I kidding he is a heathen.

 

~ I am tired of the snooty up tight old farts that live in our area.  Granted we live 10 minutes from one of the richest cities in the United States, but come the f@ck on with the 'tude people.  Get over yourself.  So what if every morning my kids and I act retarded in the car jamming out to Chamellionaires Riding Dirty and flailing around like fools. That my business and I don't need your disapproving look.  I like for my kids to be smiling when I drop them off and acting goofy on the way to camp does that.  Screw you old farts for looking at us like we need helmets.  (If you need a smile today, just think of my little afro buck wheat child bouncing around singing ridin dirty)

 

~ It never ceases to amaze me that men never learn not to screw with women.  This ~dumbass~ from New York posed himself as a single US Marshall, when in reality he was a married maintenance man.  It is estimated that he had affairs with 10 different women over the last decade.  Now if this guy hadn't gotten so damn greedy he would have probably gotten away with it, but instead he is now facing charges provoked by the women he cheated on who turned him in for being fake.

 

~ It is official I am a dork.  Here is why.  Yesterday I am leaving the office for lunch.  I have in my hands a short strapped hand bag, keys with huge key chains, and my cell-phone. I go to push the door open to the outside and I couldn't do it with all the shit in my hands, so I put the keys in the bag and my cell phone in my shirt pocket.  Well in case you didn't know I wear scrubs and the pocket is positioned right across the left breast.  What does that have to do with the price of tea in China you may ask?? Well you see my phone was on vibrate and it was about the time I was in the middle of the parking lot that I received a phone call.  The phone vibrating on my chest almost sent me into cardiac arrest.  I threw my purse about 3 feet and hollered a few choice words. Yes I looked like a fool. I had another incident that happened at the grocery store along the same lines not even 15 minutes later that I nearly lost an eye over, but I am trying to keep some of my dignity so I will not be sharing that one.

 

~Apparently people in Milwaukee take their haircutting very seriously.  A man was giving a haircut to a relative and I guess he wasn't doing a good enough job and it prompted his ~psycho-ass~ wife to stab him in the chest. All I got is WTF???

 

~Final thought.  This week in blogs has been a real emotional week for me.  You guys really took a toll on me emotionally.  Many of the blogs I can't quit thinking about, because they touched me that much.  It made me realize how attached I am to so many of you.  I experienced so many emotions that I was beginning to feel overloaded and depressed.  I went from feeling ~disgusted~ to ~empathetic~ to ~contemplative~ to ~broken hearted~ to ~concerned~ to ~teary-eyed~ to ~protective~ to ~understanding~ to ~worried~ to ~sad~, but I did get one of you that kept making me ~laugh~. Don't get me wrong there were some funny ones this week, but that one had me hooked.  Please take it easy on me next week. I am a woman for crying out loud and I am helpless against feeling these emotions and I dont like feeling this week.  I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

 

Hope you all enjoy your weekend.  Happy Friday!!