I've got so much to be thankful for. I could list it all but I'm sure it would be a boring thing and too long of a list to read. I have the list in my heart, and that's good enough.
I also have much to regret and be embarrassed about. I've made so many mistakes this year, it's crushing me and my family under a mountain of worry and all of these "running away" feelings are just my coping mechanisms taking over and it's not good.
When the people around me lose hope, I usually fight back with tons of optimism and fixits galore, but I'm getting very tired and not really finding those reserves that I need to help prop everyone up. I HATE. I have a lot of anger and hate in my heart for the things around me that seem to be pulling me down into that sin of hopelessness and useless regret.
Debbiedowner is back again, full force. As much as I love the season of fall, it always happens this time of year. I think I kind of know why. It's because it's the time of year that I feel most accountable to "the Man". School starts, activities for the kids rev up, we have to be certain places at certain times, winter is coming and so are the bills that come with colder weather, the holidays, and school books, kids are not used to the "buckling down" and get more anxious and their fighting starts to make me feel like a failure. I can't keep up.
I really can't keep up. I've been fooling myself for 2 years that things FOR SURE have to get better and that the economy will turn around soon and that there will be more work for Butch and I can make "extra" by doing something at home...it's all a total farce. Work is NOT coming for Butch and, in reality, his income will have been cut nearly in half by the end of the year (with the bits and pieces taken off in such a slow, menacing way, it was hard to see at the time:lay offs, injury, half days here and there, etc.). The sick irony of it is that his job was always "recession proof" in the past. Every time he'd come home and say "Things are going to slow down! They hinted at it in the office!", I'd just laugh and say "Yeah, right!" because it never did...BEFORE. Now that it's a reality, it has me stumped. How do we move forward when we can't even pay for the here and now? How do people live like this?
We've always been stretched, and suffered hard times early in our lives together...but this is just...so bad. We have each other and we have a great family, but everyone in it is suffering similar worries. What happens when we can no longer lean on each other for support, for fear of pushing the other person over the edge?
It's going to be a tough rest of the year. We are going to have to make some hefty decisions and I really don't know what to do. I hate being a slave to debt and insecurity.
There are a lot of "I"s in this stressed out rant. Depression is a very selfish thing.
Hopehopehopehopehopehopehopehopehopehopehopehope has to be the mantra/prayer. I just can't find it right now.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
Ah Don't Loik SPAM
Does anyone else have the comment spam problem? I moderate my comments and I STILL get at least 4 or 5 ads for viagra, porn, cialis, all-natural cures...does ANYONE ever check out those spam links? Someone must, because those "they" people still develop evil ways to send out their product's advertisements to drive normal people (who DON'T need any of those things) insane.
Now, I'm going to surprise you with a totally off-topic thing. I know I've written in the past about my...skepticism of certain "Catholic devotions". I just have something I have to get off my chest.
Here it is (pleasedon'thatemepleasedon'thateme):
I don't believe that God painted the tilma of Juan Diego.
There, I said it.
I just don't believe that that image is anything divine. I had the digital copy in my home (you know, one of those "traveling", life size photos) for a few hours one day and I really studied it. It's kind of an ugly painting. I'm sorry, but it's sort of a badly painted painting.
I think that the story and the image itself MAY have had a hand in helping the central American indigenous people to conform to the Christianity of their occupiers, which helped the society to advance beyond barbarism, of course. I think that it's an INTERESTING story, but I don't think it's a true one. There just isn't a lot of proof. Most of the renditions of the story don't really ring very true. Especially the so-called "proof" of the images in the painting's eyes. That is such garbage. I see weird, bearded men in my bathroom tile and groups of evil demons on the wood of the doors in every house I've ever been in. I even see cartoon faces of various animals in the doodles that Tommy makes on the walls. That stuff is just a HUGE stretch of the imagination!
Please, don't get me wrong, I WISH I thought the story was true. It would make it that much easier and more fun to celebrate the feast day, display the iconic image in my home (way prettier than the ugly "creepy Jesus" image of St. Faustina), and have something neato to teach the kids about while we light those votive candles you find in the Mexican food section at the grocery store.
I still tell them the story when they ask. I don't tell them that I don't really believe it's true. I figure they can decide for themselves about those kinds of matters. I just tell them that there are aspects of our faith that are non-negotiable and lots of other aspects that are totally beautiful, but you can take them or leave them.
I leave them.
Of course, I don't OBSESS about disproving certain things, like SOME people. That sure would make my life miserable. When something is brought up about one of these subjects, I listen then make my opinion known. I think it's great that certain things make people light up and talk about their relationship with God in a good way...but then I go and open my big mouth and say "Eh, I don't really go for that kind of thing." when they ask me if I've read such and such a book or if I've ever experienced some great epiphany when reflecting on something like that. Here's my current list of "no, I don't really believe that stuff is true":
1. Our Lady of Guadalupe
2. Medjugorje
3. The Divine Mercy stuff
4. Charismatic renewal (self hypnosis, garbage)
5. (not as well known, but still strange)The Intercessors of the Lamb (weird, quasi-order of "nuns"...more like a cult)
6. (steer the HECK away from this deluded woman) Anne, a lay apostle
I heard about most of these through a Marian conference held at my CHURCH, so just because it's (supposedly) "endorsed" by a church, be careful.
I also think that a lot of the stories of uncorrupted bodies of saints are a little "out there". "Uncorrupted", to ME, would mean that they have perfectly preserved bodies that still look alive. I mean, even Medgar Evers was found in good condition when he was exhumed. Oh, also those frozen Peru people and tar people in France...I guess I'm saying that I don't necessarily think you need to have lived a sanctified life to be somewhat preserved by the earth after you are dead and gone. That whole "rotting corpse smells like roses" thing, though, I've never witnessed but I sure think THAT'S interesting!
Oh, and as long as I'm on the rant wagon, applied kinesiology is a parlor trick and a scam, and it really bothers me when people say things like "I know she's in Heaven, watching over you/me." when talking about a dead relative. I hope that you all say "I HOPE she's in Heaven, laughing her butt off at me." when I'm 6 feet under. I don't KNOW I'll go to Heaven...I HOPE so, but it's not a guaranteed dealio. Please pray for me? I need all the help I can get, obviously.
Now, I'm going to surprise you with a totally off-topic thing. I know I've written in the past about my...skepticism of certain "Catholic devotions". I just have something I have to get off my chest.
Here it is (pleasedon'thatemepleasedon'thateme):
I don't believe that God painted the tilma of Juan Diego.
There, I said it.
I just don't believe that that image is anything divine. I had the digital copy in my home (you know, one of those "traveling", life size photos) for a few hours one day and I really studied it. It's kind of an ugly painting. I'm sorry, but it's sort of a badly painted painting.
I think that the story and the image itself MAY have had a hand in helping the central American indigenous people to conform to the Christianity of their occupiers, which helped the society to advance beyond barbarism, of course. I think that it's an INTERESTING story, but I don't think it's a true one. There just isn't a lot of proof. Most of the renditions of the story don't really ring very true. Especially the so-called "proof" of the images in the painting's eyes. That is such garbage. I see weird, bearded men in my bathroom tile and groups of evil demons on the wood of the doors in every house I've ever been in. I even see cartoon faces of various animals in the doodles that Tommy makes on the walls. That stuff is just a HUGE stretch of the imagination!
Please, don't get me wrong, I WISH I thought the story was true. It would make it that much easier and more fun to celebrate the feast day, display the iconic image in my home (way prettier than the ugly "creepy Jesus" image of St. Faustina), and have something neato to teach the kids about while we light those votive candles you find in the Mexican food section at the grocery store.
I still tell them the story when they ask. I don't tell them that I don't really believe it's true. I figure they can decide for themselves about those kinds of matters. I just tell them that there are aspects of our faith that are non-negotiable and lots of other aspects that are totally beautiful, but you can take them or leave them.
I leave them.
Of course, I don't OBSESS about disproving certain things, like SOME people. That sure would make my life miserable. When something is brought up about one of these subjects, I listen then make my opinion known. I think it's great that certain things make people light up and talk about their relationship with God in a good way...but then I go and open my big mouth and say "Eh, I don't really go for that kind of thing." when they ask me if I've read such and such a book or if I've ever experienced some great epiphany when reflecting on something like that. Here's my current list of "no, I don't really believe that stuff is true":
1. Our Lady of Guadalupe
2. Medjugorje
3. The Divine Mercy stuff
4. Charismatic renewal (self hypnosis, garbage)
5. (not as well known, but still strange)The Intercessors of the Lamb (weird, quasi-order of "nuns"...more like a cult)
6. (steer the HECK away from this deluded woman) Anne, a lay apostle
I heard about most of these through a Marian conference held at my CHURCH, so just because it's (supposedly) "endorsed" by a church, be careful.
I also think that a lot of the stories of uncorrupted bodies of saints are a little "out there". "Uncorrupted", to ME, would mean that they have perfectly preserved bodies that still look alive. I mean, even Medgar Evers was found in good condition when he was exhumed. Oh, also those frozen Peru people and tar people in France...I guess I'm saying that I don't necessarily think you need to have lived a sanctified life to be somewhat preserved by the earth after you are dead and gone. That whole "rotting corpse smells like roses" thing, though, I've never witnessed but I sure think THAT'S interesting!
Oh, and as long as I'm on the rant wagon, applied kinesiology is a parlor trick and a scam, and it really bothers me when people say things like "I know she's in Heaven, watching over you/me." when talking about a dead relative. I hope that you all say "I HOPE she's in Heaven, laughing her butt off at me." when I'm 6 feet under. I don't KNOW I'll go to Heaven...I HOPE so, but it's not a guaranteed dealio. Please pray for me? I need all the help I can get, obviously.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Yuck December
I nearly had a root canal this morning and the dentist told me that the nerve will zap me for 24 hours but if it's more than that and really bothering me (I believe she said something like "pain that brings you to your knees"), then I get to go back for a root canal and crown. Yay.
There's a huge storm coming and might cut off our Christmas fun family time.
I have zero money to pay any bills that might come my way in the next few days.
Butch's side of the bed deflated last night and I can't figure out what's wrong with it (BTW, "lifetime warranty" on the Sleepnumber bed does NOT actually mean lifetime warranty).
BUT, we have our health, for now...we have each other, even if it might be only on the phone this weekend, and we have our Lord, whom we may not get to visit in the Eucharist if the roads don't let us.
So, what have I got to complain about?
I'm just tired from staying up way too late wrapping presents (hurts my back enough to make me cry)and getting up way too early to get to the very last dental appt that was available... so ignore this whole, whiny post.
There's a huge storm coming and might cut off our Christmas fun family time.
I have zero money to pay any bills that might come my way in the next few days.
Butch's side of the bed deflated last night and I can't figure out what's wrong with it (BTW, "lifetime warranty" on the Sleepnumber bed does NOT actually mean lifetime warranty).
BUT, we have our health, for now...we have each other, even if it might be only on the phone this weekend, and we have our Lord, whom we may not get to visit in the Eucharist if the roads don't let us.
So, what have I got to complain about?
I'm just tired from staying up way too late wrapping presents (hurts my back enough to make me cry)and getting up way too early to get to the very last dental appt that was available... so ignore this whole, whiny post.
Friday, December 11, 2009
That Lovin' You Feelin' Again
You know that twitterpated, wonderful feeling you have when you think you might first be in love? You know how it consumes you and every time you think of your beloved you get that feeling? You could be sitting at class, strolling a cart through the store, walking down the street, working out at the club and all of the sudden, you think of your new beloved and whoooohoooooohoooooooo you get "that feeling"?
It's amazing, isn't it? Do you remember how it would hit this little part at the bottom of your stomach and all of the sudden your face would flush and you felt like you just HAD to see your beloved at that very moment? You just KNEW at that moment that you must, for sure, LOVE that guy/girl! Oh, it is glorious (and I don't use that word, ever)!
I was talking, one time, about this to my sister, Katrina. We both agreed (big surprise) that people don't realize that they will NEVER feel that feeling again, ever. Some people have that immature notion of "love": that they must only "love" their spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend if they have "that feeling" and if they don't have "that feeling", no matter how hard they try to get it back again, then they must not really "love" that person anymore and it's over.
SO WRONG!
Here's the thing: Love is so so so soooooo much more than "that feeling"! I didn't even really realize this until about 5 years ago. CRAZY WOMAN! Why would you admit that? Don't you LOVE Butch?
Of course, you fool! I really, truly, and with all my heart, body, and soul LOVE my husband. At first, I loved him because he seemed to be right for me (selfish) and he seemed to really like me for who I was (selfish) and he seemed to really think that I was great, even when I didn't feel so great about myself (selfish). I had "that feeling" and it was awesome!
Then, we had children and got busy and took each other for granted. I still "loved" him but it sure seemed like it came a little harder than it did before and it was on occasion that I ventured to imagine why people left their marriages. It was scary and stupid, I decided, to leave the person with which you had so much stability and comfort...even if you hadn't grown past "that feeling".
I don't know when the "change" happened, but I feel like, with every passing year, I LOVE Butch more and more and feel even more bonded and IN LOVE with him. It's a NEW kind of twitterpated, a new and wonderful kind of love that makes me have a funny feeling in my stomach. It's sort of the mirror image of what I felt way, way back when. It's the kind of funny feeling that comes up when I think about how I would feel if I would lose him...sick to my stomach about EVER being with anyone other than him. I know it sounds a little bit naive, but I could never, never be with anyone else. No one could love me like he does. No one could love my children the way he does. No. I chose very well, back then. I used to think that I made my decision based on "that feeling" and that I might have chosen differently if I had given myself a chance to mature...but now I really don't think that matters. I really believe that REAL love happens when you stop waiting for it to happen and you start WORKING and BUILDING right where you are.
I told a young man in a new relationship (tonight!) that, if you don't "know" within the first few dates, then it will be a choice: you start to decide what you will "put up with" and, if it's too much, a person should just call it and leave with honor. That's why I believe that "marital relations" should actually be saved for actual MARRIAGE. You have NO regrets when you leave a sub-par relationship. Your body didn't get in the way of your decision and you have left no part of yourself behind to dwell with that other person and any other relationship they might have in the future. You actually COULD leave and "just be friends". What a great thing it would be to not have to play those stupid, emotional games!
This horrible Tiger stuff brought those thoughts around again. Why would ANYONE feel like "the grass is greener" or need anyone other than the person with whom they CHOSE to build a life? I don't understand it and, I suppose, I don't EVER want to understand it, because that understanding would mean that I don't love Butch, and never did. What if Tiger would have expressed to his WIFE how he felt having so much overwhelming wealth, talent, popularity made him feel like life was "too big" to be contained within his marriage? What if he had told her that he had women throwing themselves at him and that it was too much for him to handle, as a man? Maybe, if they had gotten help with that reality, they could have gotten even stronger in their relationship and teamed up to repel all of the evilness that is constantly trying to break apart ALL families? I don't know, but I do know that he wouldn't be in the trouble he's in now. I pray for his family, but I don't know how you come back from that kind of betrayal.
I wish all people who were thinking about being unfaithful could see, in a magic ball, the tragic and sickening consequences of their actions. I wish they could FEEL what it feels like to each person involved (spouse, children, in-laws). I wish they could, for one moment, take that moment and banish the thought forever. The moment a person gives attention to, or accepts attention from someone, other than their spouse, is the beginning of the end of any chance at that REAL, lasting love that God intended for the original couple.
Love is an ACTION! Love isn't a touchy feely FEELING...it may start out that way, but it can't hold on without many ACTS of love on the part of both people in the relationship.
Find ways to ACT upon love, to strengthen the bonds of love between you and your beloved, EVERY DAY.
No one has/could ever build a life of PURE JOY out of a sordid, "secret", skanky affair. It's tacky, embarrassing, life-altering, family murdering, miserableness for all humanity.
Thus ends my rant for today. I've been working on this one for a while. If you are still with me here, you must really, really love me (or be a glutton for punishment...either way, I love you right back!).
Latergaters.
It's amazing, isn't it? Do you remember how it would hit this little part at the bottom of your stomach and all of the sudden your face would flush and you felt like you just HAD to see your beloved at that very moment? You just KNEW at that moment that you must, for sure, LOVE that guy/girl! Oh, it is glorious (and I don't use that word, ever)!
I was talking, one time, about this to my sister, Katrina. We both agreed (big surprise) that people don't realize that they will NEVER feel that feeling again, ever. Some people have that immature notion of "love": that they must only "love" their spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend if they have "that feeling" and if they don't have "that feeling", no matter how hard they try to get it back again, then they must not really "love" that person anymore and it's over.
SO WRONG!
Here's the thing: Love is so so so soooooo much more than "that feeling"! I didn't even really realize this until about 5 years ago. CRAZY WOMAN! Why would you admit that? Don't you LOVE Butch?
Of course, you fool! I really, truly, and with all my heart, body, and soul LOVE my husband. At first, I loved him because he seemed to be right for me (selfish) and he seemed to really like me for who I was (selfish) and he seemed to really think that I was great, even when I didn't feel so great about myself (selfish). I had "that feeling" and it was awesome!
Then, we had children and got busy and took each other for granted. I still "loved" him but it sure seemed like it came a little harder than it did before and it was on occasion that I ventured to imagine why people left their marriages. It was scary and stupid, I decided, to leave the person with which you had so much stability and comfort...even if you hadn't grown past "that feeling".
I don't know when the "change" happened, but I feel like, with every passing year, I LOVE Butch more and more and feel even more bonded and IN LOVE with him. It's a NEW kind of twitterpated, a new and wonderful kind of love that makes me have a funny feeling in my stomach. It's sort of the mirror image of what I felt way, way back when. It's the kind of funny feeling that comes up when I think about how I would feel if I would lose him...sick to my stomach about EVER being with anyone other than him. I know it sounds a little bit naive, but I could never, never be with anyone else. No one could love me like he does. No one could love my children the way he does. No. I chose very well, back then. I used to think that I made my decision based on "that feeling" and that I might have chosen differently if I had given myself a chance to mature...but now I really don't think that matters. I really believe that REAL love happens when you stop waiting for it to happen and you start WORKING and BUILDING right where you are.
I told a young man in a new relationship (tonight!) that, if you don't "know" within the first few dates, then it will be a choice: you start to decide what you will "put up with" and, if it's too much, a person should just call it and leave with honor. That's why I believe that "marital relations" should actually be saved for actual MARRIAGE. You have NO regrets when you leave a sub-par relationship. Your body didn't get in the way of your decision and you have left no part of yourself behind to dwell with that other person and any other relationship they might have in the future. You actually COULD leave and "just be friends". What a great thing it would be to not have to play those stupid, emotional games!
This horrible Tiger stuff brought those thoughts around again. Why would ANYONE feel like "the grass is greener" or need anyone other than the person with whom they CHOSE to build a life? I don't understand it and, I suppose, I don't EVER want to understand it, because that understanding would mean that I don't love Butch, and never did. What if Tiger would have expressed to his WIFE how he felt having so much overwhelming wealth, talent, popularity made him feel like life was "too big" to be contained within his marriage? What if he had told her that he had women throwing themselves at him and that it was too much for him to handle, as a man? Maybe, if they had gotten help with that reality, they could have gotten even stronger in their relationship and teamed up to repel all of the evilness that is constantly trying to break apart ALL families? I don't know, but I do know that he wouldn't be in the trouble he's in now. I pray for his family, but I don't know how you come back from that kind of betrayal.
I wish all people who were thinking about being unfaithful could see, in a magic ball, the tragic and sickening consequences of their actions. I wish they could FEEL what it feels like to each person involved (spouse, children, in-laws). I wish they could, for one moment, take that moment and banish the thought forever. The moment a person gives attention to, or accepts attention from someone, other than their spouse, is the beginning of the end of any chance at that REAL, lasting love that God intended for the original couple.
Love is an ACTION! Love isn't a touchy feely FEELING...it may start out that way, but it can't hold on without many ACTS of love on the part of both people in the relationship.
Find ways to ACT upon love, to strengthen the bonds of love between you and your beloved, EVERY DAY.
No one has/could ever build a life of PURE JOY out of a sordid, "secret", skanky affair. It's tacky, embarrassing, life-altering, family murdering, miserableness for all humanity.
Thus ends my rant for today. I've been working on this one for a while. If you are still with me here, you must really, really love me (or be a glutton for punishment...either way, I love you right back!).
Latergaters.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Earth Par-taaayyyyy
Simply switch on all of your lights from 8:30-9:30pm, revel in the fact that we are a modern society with amazing technical advancements, find all the songs with the word "light" in them, and boogie your socks off!
OR, you could go out, leave the kids with the babysitter (to have that party mentioned in paragraph one of this post), and you could turn off the lights in your CAR and go necking with your luvah (I might choose THIS one, but I think I'll leave the car running because I just love me some gas-oh-leeeeeen).
OR, you could be a sissy, pansy, whiner who worships Earth Mother, or Wind Brother, or Father Mountain or whatevertheheck, and you could sit in the dark house and sing kumbya like a danged hippie. Also, when you feel all warm and snuggly about yourself and the GREAT CONTRIBUTION you've made to making the world a better place (and as soon as the chill sets in if you live in the North...'cause it will...eventually...set in...'cause you know it's getting colder because of global warming!), you could go find a really nice cave, wear fig leaves and root around for berries and twigs to eat for the rest of your life, since that will be the only happy place for you in this greedy, selfish world that actually USES the gifts God gave us to have dominion over.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
Video H/T: Michelle Malkin
OR, you could go out, leave the kids with the babysitter (to have that party mentioned in paragraph one of this post), and you could turn off the lights in your CAR and go necking with your luvah (I might choose THIS one, but I think I'll leave the car running because I just love me some gas-oh-leeeeeen).
OR, you could be a sissy, pansy, whiner who worships Earth Mother, or Wind Brother, or Father Mountain or whatevertheheck, and you could sit in the dark house and sing kumbya like a danged hippie. Also, when you feel all warm and snuggly about yourself and the GREAT CONTRIBUTION you've made to making the world a better place (and as soon as the chill sets in if you live in the North...'cause it will...eventually...set in...'cause you know it's getting colder because of global warming!), you could go find a really nice cave, wear fig leaves and root around for berries and twigs to eat for the rest of your life, since that will be the only happy place for you in this greedy, selfish world that actually USES the gifts God gave us to have dominion over.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT
Video H/T: Michelle Malkin
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
First Gripe of the New Year! UPDATE*
(*Thank you to the guy who suggested to go HERE to do something about all this. It may not be much, but it just might work, and there is more info there too.)
Aren't you just so excited to find out what it's all about?
First, go here.
Okay, now that you are fully informed, I can start with the griping.
I am so mad about this every time I talk about it, that I start shaking.
My beloved, manly, wonderful, sexy husband has had asthma since birth. It's allergy induced (and sometimes exercise) but he's tried to control it and not let it get in the way of his ADLs. He was very active in sports in high school, partied hard in college, and works hard doing physical labor for a living now. PLUS, he throws the ball around with the kids and wrestles in the living room. OH, and even though he's allergic to grasses/pollens/outside stuff in general, he loves to do yard work and make the lawn look nice.
Aren't you just so excited to find out what it's all about?
First, go here.
Okay, now that you are fully informed, I can start with the griping.
I am so mad about this every time I talk about it, that I start shaking.
My beloved, manly, wonderful, sexy husband has had asthma since birth. It's allergy induced (and sometimes exercise) but he's tried to control it and not let it get in the way of his ADLs. He was very active in sports in high school, partied hard in college, and works hard doing physical labor for a living now. PLUS, he throws the ball around with the kids and wrestles in the living room. OH, and even though he's allergic to grasses/pollens/outside stuff in general, he loves to do yard work and make the lawn look nice.
(He's also cool enough to make fun of himself for Halloween picture purposes. Aren't you all jealous?)
So, to keep from using his inhaler too much, he's been using Advair (which is very expensive) every day as a preventative. He still uses his rescue inhaler about 4+ times a day. If he runs out of the Advair or forgets to take it, he's using his inhaler about twice that amount. In the winter, it's very many more times than that because he's outside and the wind is very hard on his lungs.If I were in charge of the world, I would reach my hand out to the idiots who thought that "cutting CFCs out of asthma inhalers" was a good idea and WRING THEIR EVER LOVIN NECKS. Then THEY could feel what it's like not to breathe. You see, I know it might be a really difficult concept for people who desire to save the earth from "depleted ozone layers" and "changing climate" (God forbid we have more warmer days, I just love the cold oh so much), but human beings actually need to respirate to live. I KNOW! WEIRD, HUH?
Now, I'm not a doctor (I only play one at my home when someone is sick), and I haven't done any specific, peer reviewed studies or anything (I did ask the pharmacist about it and they all say that patients who use the new inhalers hate them)...but I am a wife of an chronic asthmatic and I can tell you that these new inhalers suck eggs.
Here's the explanation of WHY this has happened:
"The Montreal Protocol on Substances that Deplete the Ozone Layer (Montreal Protocol) is a landmark international agreement designed to protect the ozone layer. As a Party to the Montreal Protocol, the United States has committed to phasing out and eventually eliminating substances that deplete the ozone layer, including CFCs. It is estimated that actions to protect and restore the ozone layer will save an estimated 6.3 million U.S. lives that would have otherwise been lost to skin cancer."
Okayyyyyy, so a bunch of people MIGHT have died from MAYBE getting skin cancer, possibly if we MAYBE got rid of stuff that MIGHT possibly deplete the ozone layer? Soooooo, a huge, belching factory in some third world country that has been shooting ozone depleting junk into the atmosphere for years and years may EVENTUALLY be gotten to and forced to comply with the "protocol" (...at least according to the Canadians...love the geese, by the way...they produce more ozone depleting waste into our ponds and on our sidewalks in one day than all the inhalers put together! Okay, that's not scientific, but I bet it's true!) but hey, you'd better get all those patients who shoot a teeny amount of propelled medication into their lungs to BREATHE on a daily basis? I've got some news for you. You can cover up your skin but you can't breathe if you can't breathe. I could save everyone a whole ton of trouble by telling everyone "Hey, if you don't want to get skin cancer (not even sure the sun causes it) cover your skin with some clothes and limit your exposure, m'kay?" instead of putting this inferior product on the market for millions of people who will now have to shell out more money, use MORE of it, and suffer more EVERY DAY. Hey, I'm not one to turn away a little suffering but COME ONNNNNNNNN. What about all the little kids who don't understand why their medicine doesn't work right? What about people like my husband who work outside and when their rescue inhaler dies about 2 months before it should can't get to a pharmacy or doctor in a reasonable amount of time and may have to spend thousands of dollars to visit the emergency room? "Hey, why not keep several of them on hand so you don't have to worry about running out?". Yeah, the thing is, it's a controlled prescription and you need to visit a doctor to get one more than once every few weeks. If we've lost one or ran out before the "designated time", we are SOL and have to visit the doctor again or get one by "illegal means". I love feeling like a criminal for having asthma (I have seasonal asthma and need inhalers in the fall and spring or when I'm pregnant.).
I can't believe that they made me give up my Rave aerosol hairspray, and now this. How super funny ironic that they are trying to make the "environment" more "safe" for, you know BREATHING and they are taking away the very thing that makes it possible TO BREATHE (in some people).
All kidding aside (was I kidding?), the new inhalers were phased in starting about two years ago and I at least thought that the old kind would be available if the new ones weren't effective. OH NO! The Environment Nazis have complete and total control here and the old, evilly propelled medicine is now defunct as of the First of this year. Nice. So, all those old inhalers? Where are they? Are they being destroyed in an environmentally friendly way? Are they being put in a jet and rocketed into outer space? Do alien beings in outer space have breathing difficulties on their planets? If so, I hope they can put all those inhalers to good use. Are the old inhalers being sold in the underground, inhaler black market? FOR SHAME! Can you imagine how maligned a doctor could be if it was found out that he was distributing free samples of leftover non-CFC-free inhalers? They could be sent to jail for doing something nice for a patient. It IS breaking the law, after all.
Here is the EPA's "explanation" of "what is happening with the CFC inhalers":
"What is happening with CFC-albuterol MDIs?
EPA coordinates with the United States Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to determine which CFC MDIs continue to be essential for public health as alternatives penetrate the market. In 2005, FDA removed the essential use designation for albuterol used in oral pressurized MDIs as of December 31, 2008 FDA rulemaking (PDF) (26, pp., 212 kb, About PDF). Therefore, after December 31, 2008, CFC-albuterol MDIs cannot be sold, distributed or offered for sale or distribution in interstate commerce pursuant to Section 610 of the Clean Air Act (information on nonessential products ban). The term "interstate commerce" refers to the product’s entire distribution chain up to, and including, the point of sale to the ultimate consumer."
Yeah...Wowie, I don't know about you, but now I understand it perfectly. Hey!..."pursuant"...THAT's fun to say!
What a silly joke this has all become. I'm laughing and crying at the same time. Powerlessness does that to me.
If you work for the EPA, you'd better not come within an inhalers puff reach of me right now, I'm likely to light a match in front of my old CFCfull inhaler and blow you away.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Don't Poke The Baby!
Hey! MN PEEPS! Did you know?...
"Thus far, the state of Minnesota has illegally collected and claims ownership to the DNA of 780,000 children (soon to be voting adults) and has provided the DNA of 42,210 children to genetic researchers without parent consent. Approximately, 73,000 children are born in Minnesota every year. About 4.2 million children are born across the nation. All of them are losing their genetic privacy and DNA ownership rights."
Funny how God works, isn't it?
Here's the thing: Last night I was chatting with my sil about some junk and I brought up some stuff about when Tommy was born. I was telling her about how I found out (about six months before he was born) about how MN was taking the DNA (blood samples) of our babies and storing them without the parent's consent. I told her about how I opted out of the PKU test (where they take the sample) and how there was this weirdo nurse who kept hounding me about it. She became absolutely gestapo and repeatedly brought me information about immunizations, testing, etc. etc. I opt out of the eye goo for gonorrhea, and all immunizations. That info was on the wipeoff board in big letters right inside my door in the hospital so the nurses couldn't say they weren't informed and she couldn't let it go that it was my INFORMED CHOICE. She even gave me one of those passive/aggressive smiles and asked me, "Can I ask WHY?" Then, after I gave her my short answer, she tried to cover up that she thought I was the most idiotic mother she's ever met by saying, "Oh, I just was wondering because some people don't really have any info. and just hear stuff or read it on the internet blah blah blah." After that, I was DONE with her. When she saw my doctor was visiting Tommy and I, she came barrelling in the room with her arms full of three ring binder files and gasped out, "I just wanted to let you know...did you tell him?...that she is not doing the PKU testing!!!!???!!!".
FAREAAAAK
Anyway, he just sat there calmly and told her that there really wasn't any good reason to do that testing except for a stop gap for mothers who might not really care about their infants. He told her that if there really was a child with one of the diseases they test for, that that child would be a SICK child whom the mother would bring to the doctor and that they would do the testing then. He basically BRUSHED HER OFF (yay doctor!) and she finally shut up and left me alone. That was the same idiot nurse who kept waking Tommy to get his temp when he was on his third day and perfectly healthy in my arms nursing himself to sleep. If I wasn't holding a sleeping infant, I would have shoved that damn thermometer up HER rea...ahem, I digress:
SO, today, I was listening to the radio and they were talking about that same thing! Not the thermometer thing. That would be gross...the DNA testing thing! Here is an open letter to our RINO Guv about it:
"You're just being paranoid, Laura! No big deal! Just let them test the baby for pete's sake! They find these diseases...it's GOOD for the baby! They've been doing that and the eye goo thing for years! It's all about prevention!"
Right?
Think again.
It's all about control and power. The more power the state has over you and your person, the more they want. Like HELL they would take my baby to poke and prod and use as some sort of commodity!
We are HUMAN BEINGS with dignity and freedom. We are NOT guinea pigs to be used at the government's pleasure.
PLEASE think about what they will do to your infant while they are busy sewing you up and distracting you from your screaming child.
Oh yeah. Eye goo is for gonorrhea. ONLY for gonorrhea.
I like my babies to see around them when they first pop out! It was amazing to see how much they looked around and how alert they were because they weren't irritated by that gooey stuff.
Just thought you'd like to know.
H/T Sue Jeffers' radio talk show on KTLK
"Thus far, the state of Minnesota has illegally collected and claims ownership to the DNA of 780,000 children (soon to be voting adults) and has provided the DNA of 42,210 children to genetic researchers without parent consent. Approximately, 73,000 children are born in Minnesota every year. About 4.2 million children are born across the nation. All of them are losing their genetic privacy and DNA ownership rights."
Funny how God works, isn't it?
Here's the thing: Last night I was chatting with my sil about some junk and I brought up some stuff about when Tommy was born. I was telling her about how I found out (about six months before he was born) about how MN was taking the DNA (blood samples) of our babies and storing them without the parent's consent. I told her about how I opted out of the PKU test (where they take the sample) and how there was this weirdo nurse who kept hounding me about it. She became absolutely gestapo and repeatedly brought me information about immunizations, testing, etc. etc. I opt out of the eye goo for gonorrhea, and all immunizations. That info was on the wipeoff board in big letters right inside my door in the hospital so the nurses couldn't say they weren't informed and she couldn't let it go that it was my INFORMED CHOICE. She even gave me one of those passive/aggressive smiles and asked me, "Can I ask WHY?" Then, after I gave her my short answer, she tried to cover up that she thought I was the most idiotic mother she's ever met by saying, "Oh, I just was wondering because some people don't really have any info. and just hear stuff or read it on the internet blah blah blah." After that, I was DONE with her. When she saw my doctor was visiting Tommy and I, she came barrelling in the room with her arms full of three ring binder files and gasped out, "I just wanted to let you know...did you tell him?...that she is not doing the PKU testing!!!!???!!!".
FAREAAAAK
Anyway, he just sat there calmly and told her that there really wasn't any good reason to do that testing except for a stop gap for mothers who might not really care about their infants. He told her that if there really was a child with one of the diseases they test for, that that child would be a SICK child whom the mother would bring to the doctor and that they would do the testing then. He basically BRUSHED HER OFF (yay doctor!) and she finally shut up and left me alone. That was the same idiot nurse who kept waking Tommy to get his temp when he was on his third day and perfectly healthy in my arms nursing himself to sleep. If I wasn't holding a sleeping infant, I would have shoved that damn thermometer up HER rea...ahem, I digress:
SO, today, I was listening to the radio and they were talking about that same thing! Not the thermometer thing. That would be gross...the DNA testing thing! Here is an open letter to our RINO Guv about it:
"You're just being paranoid, Laura! No big deal! Just let them test the baby for pete's sake! They find these diseases...it's GOOD for the baby! They've been doing that and the eye goo thing for years! It's all about prevention!"
Right?
Think again.
It's all about control and power. The more power the state has over you and your person, the more they want. Like HELL they would take my baby to poke and prod and use as some sort of commodity!
We are HUMAN BEINGS with dignity and freedom. We are NOT guinea pigs to be used at the government's pleasure.
PLEASE think about what they will do to your infant while they are busy sewing you up and distracting you from your screaming child.
Oh yeah. Eye goo is for gonorrhea. ONLY for gonorrhea.
I like my babies to see around them when they first pop out! It was amazing to see how much they looked around and how alert they were because they weren't irritated by that gooey stuff.
Just thought you'd like to know.
H/T Sue Jeffers' radio talk show on KTLK
Friday, November 07, 2008
The Word
"IN the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him: and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it."
I can't say anything more profound than this, but I want to talk about my love for words and where I think it comes from.
(boring post alert...please feel free to completely ignore the following introspective blather)
I really love words. I love to hear them, see them, read them, write them, say them, touch them (raised letters embossed on things). I've always loved them. I've been told that I always spoke very clearly (the neighbor girls made fun of my super-pronunciation) Before I went to kindergarten, my mom taught me to read and I still remember the first book I read all by myself and understood. It was "The Secret Three" about a club of boys by a lighthouse. I remember the day I actually grasped that the words formed an idea, and that idea made sense, and was a good story! I read it over and over again (even though we had lots of books in the house) because I had such joy in that discovery. I probably ran through the house reading to anyone who would listen. Maybe I even read and re-read it to my baby sister, Katrina? I just was so excited to be a part of the bigger story of man. It was as if I had joined a club that I could never be kicked out of. No matter what happened socially, I was a part of some bigger world that would grow exponentially now that I had the key to decoding mankind and all of its mysteries.
Okeydokey, that's getting a little deep. I was just a four year old and learned how to read a little book. But it was SAWEEEEET!
Fast forward to my school years. I know I've written about this before but it comes back to haunt me that I really don't remember much about grade school. I do remember the smell. I am shocked that the smell of the school hasn't changed (when I go back there for book sales and things). I do remember my teachers and funny things that happened in between classes but I sure don't remember any lessons or anything they taught me. I also remember almost all the words to every song we were ever taught.
White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk;
Lilies of the Valley deck my garden walk.
Oh, how I wish
That I could hear them ring.
That can only happen when the fairies sing!
I had my head buried in a book during every class. If it was impossible to read (teacher sees me!) I would be dreaming about what was coming up next in the current book I was reading or looking out the window, making up some fantastical story about "what would happen if..." and imagining some crazy scenario where one of the students would do something totally out of character and how the teacher would react. Basically, I had plays running in my head all through the lesson. I would do my homework very quickly and roughly so I could get back to my passion, reading (okay, I also watched a fair amount of cartoons when I didn't have a book to read). I would have read all of the teacher's books by the middle of the school year and I had already read everything interesting in the library so I was often bored by winter time.
Looking back, I guess I could have poured some of that energy into actual studying of my subjects. I did love English and reading class, of course. I could have probably found geography, history, science, social studies a little more interesting if there had been stories that illustrated some of those concepts. I just had trouble processing anything on a chart or on the chalkboard...anything NOT in book form! Math just sucked always. There are no good books about math, lets face it.
Now, because I have so little time to read books (although I've been hitting them hard lately and have some good reviews coming up), my word fix is online or the captions on the TV, or listening to talk radio. I can't totally express how much joy it gives me to turn on the radio in the morning. I love the words, the laughs, the funny parody songs. LOVE IT. It's not an addiction, it's a gift. It's a necessity for life for us to have these words and these sources of light in a dark world. I'm probably dramatizing things a little but when I'm at my lowest, a kind word or just the company of words can lift me up again. Total darkness isn't absence of light, it's absence of communication!
Think about it: true hell would be not evil demons torturing you mercilessly and endlessly, THAT would be kind of funny after a while. True hell would be not knowing anything about where you were, where anyone else was, why you were there or why no one would visit you. True hell would be no communication between you and your loved ones or any other person. If we had total ignorance of any word, we would be in a living hell. One saving grace I have in a world of darkness is that voice inside me that can create imagination and stories, songs and praises. I could be locked in an endless cave with total darkness and no stimulation around me but, because of my past with words and how to use them, I have a treasury of beauty inside me that could sustain me indefinitely!
I've been thinking a lot lately about how words have affected my life. I get into trouble a lot for the words I choose to use. I always try to pray before I speak but I'm imperfect and don't always say the right or the most succinct thing. I find it hard to write properly without injecting my voice or way of speaking (onomatopoeia much?). I don't write in the best way or use my writing to further God's glory always. I will always try, but I often fail. I often think, "If you can't say sompthin' nice, don't say nothin' at all!" but then my mouth opens and the words spill out. I wonder sometimes if God has something to do with that? I wonder if he hotwires my brain to circumvent that little, nagging voice that tells me, "HEEEEEYYYY, don't you DARE say THAT! It's gonna make you enemies and cause you all kinds of problems, lady!" just so I can learn my lesson and maybe do a better job of listening the next time? I wonder if He makes me learn from my mistakes so that I have greater patience with people who are a little farther back on the path than I am in any area in life? It's a lot to think about.
I'm obsessed with other languages and accents. I love how all of our words are connected by a very few degrees of separation. I wish I had more time to study all of that (maybe when the kids are grown?)!
Okay, so some questions you can answer (you don't have to answer them, just think about it):
What are some of your favorite words?
Which words make you happy just when you hear them?
What are some made up words that you have in your family?
What is an "old word" that you wish would come back in style?
Do you use "proper words" when you speak in certain situations but not with your friends or family? (for instance, when I'm in public and I bump into/almost bump into people, I say, "pardon me" but not around my family...I usually just say, "get outta the way!" hahaha, just kidding)
I can't say anything more profound than this, but I want to talk about my love for words and where I think it comes from.
(boring post alert...please feel free to completely ignore the following introspective blather)
I really love words. I love to hear them, see them, read them, write them, say them, touch them (raised letters embossed on things). I've always loved them. I've been told that I always spoke very clearly (the neighbor girls made fun of my super-pronunciation) Before I went to kindergarten, my mom taught me to read and I still remember the first book I read all by myself and understood. It was "The Secret Three" about a club of boys by a lighthouse. I remember the day I actually grasped that the words formed an idea, and that idea made sense, and was a good story! I read it over and over again (even though we had lots of books in the house) because I had such joy in that discovery. I probably ran through the house reading to anyone who would listen. Maybe I even read and re-read it to my baby sister, Katrina? I just was so excited to be a part of the bigger story of man. It was as if I had joined a club that I could never be kicked out of. No matter what happened socially, I was a part of some bigger world that would grow exponentially now that I had the key to decoding mankind and all of its mysteries.
Okeydokey, that's getting a little deep. I was just a four year old and learned how to read a little book. But it was SAWEEEEET!
Fast forward to my school years. I know I've written about this before but it comes back to haunt me that I really don't remember much about grade school. I do remember the smell. I am shocked that the smell of the school hasn't changed (when I go back there for book sales and things). I do remember my teachers and funny things that happened in between classes but I sure don't remember any lessons or anything they taught me. I also remember almost all the words to every song we were ever taught.
White coral bells
Upon a slender stalk;
Lilies of the Valley deck my garden walk.
Oh, how I wish
That I could hear them ring.
That can only happen when the fairies sing!
I had my head buried in a book during every class. If it was impossible to read (teacher sees me!) I would be dreaming about what was coming up next in the current book I was reading or looking out the window, making up some fantastical story about "what would happen if..." and imagining some crazy scenario where one of the students would do something totally out of character and how the teacher would react. Basically, I had plays running in my head all through the lesson. I would do my homework very quickly and roughly so I could get back to my passion, reading (okay, I also watched a fair amount of cartoons when I didn't have a book to read). I would have read all of the teacher's books by the middle of the school year and I had already read everything interesting in the library so I was often bored by winter time.
Looking back, I guess I could have poured some of that energy into actual studying of my subjects. I did love English and reading class, of course. I could have probably found geography, history, science, social studies a little more interesting if there had been stories that illustrated some of those concepts. I just had trouble processing anything on a chart or on the chalkboard...anything NOT in book form! Math just sucked always. There are no good books about math, lets face it.
Now, because I have so little time to read books (although I've been hitting them hard lately and have some good reviews coming up), my word fix is online or the captions on the TV, or listening to talk radio. I can't totally express how much joy it gives me to turn on the radio in the morning. I love the words, the laughs, the funny parody songs. LOVE IT. It's not an addiction, it's a gift. It's a necessity for life for us to have these words and these sources of light in a dark world. I'm probably dramatizing things a little but when I'm at my lowest, a kind word or just the company of words can lift me up again. Total darkness isn't absence of light, it's absence of communication!
Think about it: true hell would be not evil demons torturing you mercilessly and endlessly, THAT would be kind of funny after a while. True hell would be not knowing anything about where you were, where anyone else was, why you were there or why no one would visit you. True hell would be no communication between you and your loved ones or any other person. If we had total ignorance of any word, we would be in a living hell. One saving grace I have in a world of darkness is that voice inside me that can create imagination and stories, songs and praises. I could be locked in an endless cave with total darkness and no stimulation around me but, because of my past with words and how to use them, I have a treasury of beauty inside me that could sustain me indefinitely!
I've been thinking a lot lately about how words have affected my life. I get into trouble a lot for the words I choose to use. I always try to pray before I speak but I'm imperfect and don't always say the right or the most succinct thing. I find it hard to write properly without injecting my voice or way of speaking (onomatopoeia much?). I don't write in the best way or use my writing to further God's glory always. I will always try, but I often fail. I often think, "If you can't say sompthin' nice, don't say nothin' at all!" but then my mouth opens and the words spill out. I wonder sometimes if God has something to do with that? I wonder if he hotwires my brain to circumvent that little, nagging voice that tells me, "HEEEEEYYYY, don't you DARE say THAT! It's gonna make you enemies and cause you all kinds of problems, lady!" just so I can learn my lesson and maybe do a better job of listening the next time? I wonder if He makes me learn from my mistakes so that I have greater patience with people who are a little farther back on the path than I am in any area in life? It's a lot to think about.
I'm obsessed with other languages and accents. I love how all of our words are connected by a very few degrees of separation. I wish I had more time to study all of that (maybe when the kids are grown?)!
Okay, so some questions you can answer (you don't have to answer them, just think about it):
What are some of your favorite words?
Which words make you happy just when you hear them?
What are some made up words that you have in your family?
What is an "old word" that you wish would come back in style?
Do you use "proper words" when you speak in certain situations but not with your friends or family? (for instance, when I'm in public and I bump into/almost bump into people, I say, "pardon me" but not around my family...I usually just say, "get outta the way!" hahaha, just kidding)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Foine!
Harumph.
Stomp stomp.
Stamp my feet.
Cross my arms.
Hmph.
Okay FOINNNE.
I may not be able to attend THIS because of some teeny rule about no girls allowed.
BUT
I had a lovely tea party with the girls this morning.
We had a beautiful set up (Analise did it all while I was in the shower. She even laid out a dress for me to wear.).
We had milky "tea" (okay it was actual milk)in wine glasses (?) and beautiful music in the background to set the mood.
AND, because we're sooooo much more generouser than some people I know...we even allowed boys at our party:
(allrighty, so it was a little reluctantly, and we made them leave asap).
Besides, here's what happens when you allow boys at a girly party:
(Tommy grabbed it as he was swooped by while dancing with Weasy)
End of Tea Party
(Sigh)
Okay, okay, I know why there are not girls allowed at that thing. I'm sure the main reason is because we are way more opinionated, we'd dominate the conversation, we'd intimidate they younger boys (we'd probably scar them for life), and I'm sure, after a few meetings that included women, there wouldn't be any men left.
(We'd probably try to make them eat arugula, even...blech!)
YES, I know I should be happy and encourage men to band together once in a while and be able to pass gas, bloviate, do the beer and brats thing, and generally be (what we women would consider) big ol' pigs and not have to live in fear that we'll find them out or be embarrassed to let their "har har har"s and "ug"s out with us around.
Yes, I'm very glad that there are groups like that around to encourage young men (and old farts) to be REAL men and to voice their opinions freely and cordially without having to worry if their shirts are tucked in properly or if they "got a little sompthin' right there, no...there" on their chins.
Where haven't we women barged in and taken over and made UNFUN for the dudes?
See my struggle??? I have this inner battle every time I see Ray's announcement on his blog. I fight with the "I wish I was a guy" side but the "I'm proud to be a girl" side of me is way stronger and usually wins.
Hey Ray? Guys? Maybe someday you could tape a session of AOTM and let me be a fly on the wall? Pretty pleeeeeease? With sugah on top?
You couldn't say "no" to a humble, sweet little girl like me... could you?
("AWWWWW GEEEEEZE" said the "I wish I was a guy" side of me. "Ya had to bat them eyelashes and sell me out, dincha? I'm OUTTA here!" He just threw down his cigar and bottle of St. Paulie Girl and stormed out of the room.
He gives up WAY too easily.)
Stomp stomp.
Stamp my feet.
Cross my arms.
Hmph.
Okay FOINNNE.
I may not be able to attend THIS because of some teeny rule about no girls allowed.
BUT
I had a lovely tea party with the girls this morning.
We had a beautiful set up (Analise did it all while I was in the shower. She even laid out a dress for me to wear.).
We had milky "tea" (okay it was actual milk)in wine glasses (?) and beautiful music in the background to set the mood.
AND, because we're sooooo much more generouser than some people I know...we even allowed boys at our party:
(allrighty, so it was a little reluctantly, and we made them leave asap).
Besides, here's what happens when you allow boys at a girly party:
(Tommy grabbed it as he was swooped by while dancing with Weasy)
End of Tea Party
(Sigh)
Okay, okay, I know why there are not girls allowed at that thing. I'm sure the main reason is because we are way more opinionated, we'd dominate the conversation, we'd intimidate they younger boys (we'd probably scar them for life), and I'm sure, after a few meetings that included women, there wouldn't be any men left.
(We'd probably try to make them eat arugula, even...blech!)
YES, I know I should be happy and encourage men to band together once in a while and be able to pass gas, bloviate, do the beer and brats thing, and generally be (what we women would consider) big ol' pigs and not have to live in fear that we'll find them out or be embarrassed to let their "har har har"s and "ug"s out with us around.
Yes, I'm very glad that there are groups like that around to encourage young men (and old farts) to be REAL men and to voice their opinions freely and cordially without having to worry if their shirts are tucked in properly or if they "got a little sompthin' right there, no...there" on their chins.
Where haven't we women barged in and taken over and made UNFUN for the dudes?
See my struggle??? I have this inner battle every time I see Ray's announcement on his blog. I fight with the "I wish I was a guy" side but the "I'm proud to be a girl" side of me is way stronger and usually wins.
Hey Ray? Guys? Maybe someday you could tape a session of AOTM and let me be a fly on the wall? Pretty pleeeeeease? With sugah on top?
You couldn't say "no" to a humble, sweet little girl like me... could you?
("AWWWWW GEEEEEZE" said the "I wish I was a guy" side of me. "Ya had to bat them eyelashes and sell me out, dincha? I'm OUTTA here!" He just threw down his cigar and bottle of St. Paulie Girl and stormed out of the room.
He gives up WAY too easily.)
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Wearing Blue, Seeing Red
Regina posted about this.
When I mentioned it, Katrina told me that she read on the school district's calendar and on the board outside the elementary school that the 8th of October was "blue" day.
So, we looked at the calendar and saw that there is some group called "Pillar" which has six pillars of something or other labelled
Trustworthiness
Respect
Responsibility
Fairness
Caring
Citizenship
(I'm guessing this is a group that is a substitute for any kind of religion based moral teaching.)
Each month they pick a different pillar topic to focus on and a different color to wear.
Hmmmmm.
I know the calendar was prepared a long time ago...coincidence?
Heehee, I just love conspiracy theories...you can take them to the maximum extreme because you are pretty much making it up as you go along so...
Like Regina said, if anyone's gonna brainwash my kids, it's going to be ME.
I think tomorrow will be black day. I'm in mourning for the state of education in our public schools.
When I mentioned it, Katrina told me that she read on the school district's calendar and on the board outside the elementary school that the 8th of October was "blue" day.
So, we looked at the calendar and saw that there is some group called "Pillar" which has six pillars of something or other labelled
Trustworthiness
Respect
Responsibility
Fairness
Caring
Citizenship
(I'm guessing this is a group that is a substitute for any kind of religion based moral teaching.)
Each month they pick a different pillar topic to focus on and a different color to wear.
Hmmmmm.
I know the calendar was prepared a long time ago...coincidence?
Heehee, I just love conspiracy theories...you can take them to the maximum extreme because you are pretty much making it up as you go along so...
Like Regina said, if anyone's gonna brainwash my kids, it's going to be ME.
I think tomorrow will be black day. I'm in mourning for the state of education in our public schools.
Haters
I have a lot of good posts brewing in my head that I really want to post about but I have to pause for a short break. I was caught up in the excitement the other day of defending a friend from blog comments box trollers who were attacking her. I have been "visited" by that horrible "anonymous" person that likes to go ahead and ruin a perfectly nice, normal blog and make us so paranoid that we should start filtering what we say, who we mention, pictures we post, and turns the excitement of seeing what our friends had to say about a certain post (when we go to check our comments) into a gut-punch feeling instead of a nice pick-me-upper for the day.
Maybe I'm being foolish, but I've never thought that Anonymous was anyone that could ever hurt me in any REAL way. Most of those Anonymous idiots are just a bunch of hippies in their mom's basements or mean spirited, unhappy souls, cranky because they hate children and puppies and don't want anyone else to be happy either. I'm pretty sure they sit around in the afternoons, trolling the internet, looking for goodness so they can destroy it and cackle to their 10+ cats that they are "making a difference in the world by teaching those ignorant hicks the truth about how the concepts of socialism are just super great that have worked so well in all societies they've been tried in!"
Anyway, they struck at Jamie in a really horrible way and exposed their ignorance. I should have ignored them (as all of us should have) because the more you respond to them, the more voracious they get. They do feed off of responses and get more foul and intimidating. So, she has taken down comments, pictures, and changed the "Jamieness" of her blog. That is a shame. I told her that if she would just moderate comments, people like that would go away fast (they went flying bye bye when I did that) and your true friends will stick around even through the moderation. I won't ever change my blog because of dorks like that. I don't like to live in fear. I don't have time.
Meanwhile, I'm going to post her post about it all (without her permission...but I don't think she'd mind...do you, Jamie?) because I agree with her completely (except the part about not blogging or going private) and I like the way she said it:
Hatred
I guess what shocks me the most about what happened today was the hatred. People actually trying to hurt other people, not caring who, just wanting to hurt them. I grew up being taught to love my enemies. To never hate. To always love. I have surrounded myself with holy, Catholic and holy, Christian friends. I have kept this blog up because I love the people, the strong Christian and Catholic moms out there supporting eachother, praying for eachother, loving. How can I get that without letting hatred in too? Hatred found me, attacked me and my blog and my life today. I can moderate comments, I can stop comments but the hatred is still there. Hatred is still there next to pictures and stories of my children. Stories of my life. Stories of living. Stories of trying to let God make me into a Saint. Stories of humility. Stories of love. Stories of my beliefs, my thoughts, my life. Stories meant for my friends. My holy Catholic and Christian friends. Not for hatred.I am shocked at the hatred that is out there. You know, I don't have any friend or know anyone actually that hates like these liberal people have hated today. If I'm putting all liberals in a box, so be it. That is the impression you've left me with. You liberals talk like you are for all things good, yet your actions show otherwise. Your actions show hatred. Abortion is pure hatred. Hatred of the baby, hatred of God. Don't try to convince me or anyone else that it is not hatred, because you can't. It is what it is. Hatred. Evil. Pure evil. You cannot be Catholic and be pro-abortion. You cannot say it is a small issue, because it is not a small issue. It is the beginning of all issues. Without life you have nothing. Only a liberal would compare speeding with abortion. Because liberals don't get it. They don't get that they are two entirely different things. Let's see, murder...speeding? Same thing? No. Not the same thing. At all.I did start 40 Days For Life this past week. Was I thinking there would be no crosses with that? Well, forget it Satan, it will not work with me. It has only brought me closer to God. I can only imagine the pain God feels when he sees the hatred all around. My children have to come off. I'm not sure if I will even blog anymore. My children are such a part of me and my life, I'm not sure what I'd blog about without them. Maybe I will go private, put all my energy into my private blog, but is that fun? I like meeting new people all the time, just not hatred. I don't like meeting that.It's sad how people can just tear something beautiful down. Just ruin it. This was a place of "Jamieness". A place I'd hoped people liked to come to, a place I hoped people left feeling just a little bit better about themselves, about God and about life. After today I can't say that. It's not that good place. There will always be hatred lurkers out there. Reading for some reason. Looking for someone to attack with their hatred.
I would add that there will always be hatred but you can make them go away by posting that little "I know you're reading me" tracker thingie at the bottom of your blog and by moderating comments. They TRY to comment for a little while, but you ignore them completely and they will go away because they lose their power quick when they don't have a forum for their hatred.
I highly recommend moderating comments (besides, they come in your email and you can see all your comments before you post them and respond to them privately if you wish). Please do that for your friends, so we can comment and remind you of the great reasons you started to blog in the first place, (then you don't have to go private!) and for the millions of ignored cats out there in the underground, basement blogosphere.
Maybe I'm being foolish, but I've never thought that Anonymous was anyone that could ever hurt me in any REAL way. Most of those Anonymous idiots are just a bunch of hippies in their mom's basements or mean spirited, unhappy souls, cranky because they hate children and puppies and don't want anyone else to be happy either. I'm pretty sure they sit around in the afternoons, trolling the internet, looking for goodness so they can destroy it and cackle to their 10+ cats that they are "making a difference in the world by teaching those ignorant hicks the truth about how the concepts of socialism are just super great that have worked so well in all societies they've been tried in!"
Anyway, they struck at Jamie in a really horrible way and exposed their ignorance. I should have ignored them (as all of us should have) because the more you respond to them, the more voracious they get. They do feed off of responses and get more foul and intimidating. So, she has taken down comments, pictures, and changed the "Jamieness" of her blog. That is a shame. I told her that if she would just moderate comments, people like that would go away fast (they went flying bye bye when I did that) and your true friends will stick around even through the moderation. I won't ever change my blog because of dorks like that. I don't like to live in fear. I don't have time.
Meanwhile, I'm going to post her post about it all (without her permission...but I don't think she'd mind...do you, Jamie?) because I agree with her completely (except the part about not blogging or going private) and I like the way she said it:
Hatred
I guess what shocks me the most about what happened today was the hatred. People actually trying to hurt other people, not caring who, just wanting to hurt them. I grew up being taught to love my enemies. To never hate. To always love. I have surrounded myself with holy, Catholic and holy, Christian friends. I have kept this blog up because I love the people, the strong Christian and Catholic moms out there supporting eachother, praying for eachother, loving. How can I get that without letting hatred in too? Hatred found me, attacked me and my blog and my life today. I can moderate comments, I can stop comments but the hatred is still there. Hatred is still there next to pictures and stories of my children. Stories of my life. Stories of living. Stories of trying to let God make me into a Saint. Stories of humility. Stories of love. Stories of my beliefs, my thoughts, my life. Stories meant for my friends. My holy Catholic and Christian friends. Not for hatred.I am shocked at the hatred that is out there. You know, I don't have any friend or know anyone actually that hates like these liberal people have hated today. If I'm putting all liberals in a box, so be it. That is the impression you've left me with. You liberals talk like you are for all things good, yet your actions show otherwise. Your actions show hatred. Abortion is pure hatred. Hatred of the baby, hatred of God. Don't try to convince me or anyone else that it is not hatred, because you can't. It is what it is. Hatred. Evil. Pure evil. You cannot be Catholic and be pro-abortion. You cannot say it is a small issue, because it is not a small issue. It is the beginning of all issues. Without life you have nothing. Only a liberal would compare speeding with abortion. Because liberals don't get it. They don't get that they are two entirely different things. Let's see, murder...speeding? Same thing? No. Not the same thing. At all.I did start 40 Days For Life this past week. Was I thinking there would be no crosses with that? Well, forget it Satan, it will not work with me. It has only brought me closer to God. I can only imagine the pain God feels when he sees the hatred all around. My children have to come off. I'm not sure if I will even blog anymore. My children are such a part of me and my life, I'm not sure what I'd blog about without them. Maybe I will go private, put all my energy into my private blog, but is that fun? I like meeting new people all the time, just not hatred. I don't like meeting that.It's sad how people can just tear something beautiful down. Just ruin it. This was a place of "Jamieness". A place I'd hoped people liked to come to, a place I hoped people left feeling just a little bit better about themselves, about God and about life. After today I can't say that. It's not that good place. There will always be hatred lurkers out there. Reading for some reason. Looking for someone to attack with their hatred.
I would add that there will always be hatred but you can make them go away by posting that little "I know you're reading me" tracker thingie at the bottom of your blog and by moderating comments. They TRY to comment for a little while, but you ignore them completely and they will go away because they lose their power quick when they don't have a forum for their hatred.
I highly recommend moderating comments (besides, they come in your email and you can see all your comments before you post them and respond to them privately if you wish). Please do that for your friends, so we can comment and remind you of the great reasons you started to blog in the first place, (then you don't have to go private!) and for the millions of ignored cats out there in the underground, basement blogosphere.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
That's All: Folks
Have you been totally irritated by "buzz words" during this campaign season? My major pet-peeve is the use of the word "folks".
It all started last year during all the campaign stops in the midwest when the (mostly democrat) candidates were talking about "regular people" in their "off the cuff" speeches.
So, there'd be this one guy who would try to sound like good ol' Rufus, down at the fillin' station. You know, "folks" in this here town, they been really strugglin' to pay the mortgage, buy food...blah blah blah.
Now it's mostly Barack Obama (but every candidate is guilty of it at one time or another) saying things like, "I don't know any folks that...", "If folks want to get extra help with their utilities...", "We want to give folks the opportunity to..."
YUCK. If I hear that condescending jerk say the word "folks" one more time, I'll explode.
Okay, I probably won't explode (and yes, I lied...I'm writing another anti-O post but it really applies to all those jerks who try to sound like "us" and end up sounding like major dumb-asses) I think the only "folks" who would fall for that schmaltz are maybe some elitist snobs who have never gone on road trip outside of the city, have never mingled with the unwashed masses, or who have never had to run down to Walmart to buy some toilet paper and diapers. They are sitting there in their bizarro world drinking their latte, watching CNN and thinking, "Wow, that Barack Obama really speaks to the little people of the country. He really seems to relate to the folks who are down on their luck and just need a little help to get over the hump if they could just go green and volunteer we could give them some assistance and sign them up for WIC and get them to vote for our sociali...I mean "progressive policies" then we could build some affordable housing and build some solar panels and the government could subsidize some more windmills and..."
BREATHE
Okay, I'm better now. I propose we keep a "Barack Buzz Words Count" and here are the BWs I'm keeping track of (let's say...in the debates only from now on):
"Y'oh" (which means "you know" which means something like "Do you understand what I'm saying...because I don't")
"folks" (which means "those strange people that I don't know but I want them to think that I relate to them and like them...y'oh...The dregs of society that will all vote for me?)
"um" (which means "durrrrrr, duhhhhh, dohhhhhhh, errrrrr, ahhhhhh, where is my teleprompter????")
"ah" (complete with extra snobby 'eye blinks'. means: see above^)
This is gonna be fun, folks!
(...and it will save my freshly painted walls from fist-smashes. Repairs are time consuming and costly these days. Y'oh? The cost of raw materials is rising because of the greedy oil companies and "big sheetrock"...)
It all started last year during all the campaign stops in the midwest when the (mostly democrat) candidates were talking about "regular people" in their "off the cuff" speeches.
So, there'd be this one guy who would try to sound like good ol' Rufus, down at the fillin' station. You know, "folks" in this here town, they been really strugglin' to pay the mortgage, buy food...blah blah blah.
Now it's mostly Barack Obama (but every candidate is guilty of it at one time or another) saying things like, "I don't know any folks that...", "If folks want to get extra help with their utilities...", "We want to give folks the opportunity to..."
YUCK. If I hear that condescending jerk say the word "folks" one more time, I'll explode.
Okay, I probably won't explode (and yes, I lied...I'm writing another anti-O post but it really applies to all those jerks who try to sound like "us" and end up sounding like major dumb-asses) I think the only "folks" who would fall for that schmaltz are maybe some elitist snobs who have never gone on road trip outside of the city, have never mingled with the unwashed masses, or who have never had to run down to Walmart to buy some toilet paper and diapers. They are sitting there in their bizarro world drinking their latte, watching CNN and thinking, "Wow, that Barack Obama really speaks to the little people of the country. He really seems to relate to the folks who are down on their luck and just need a little help to get over the hump if they could just go green and volunteer we could give them some assistance and sign them up for WIC and get them to vote for our sociali...I mean "progressive policies" then we could build some affordable housing and build some solar panels and the government could subsidize some more windmills and..."
BREATHE
Okay, I'm better now. I propose we keep a "Barack Buzz Words Count" and here are the BWs I'm keeping track of (let's say...in the debates only from now on):
"Y'oh" (which means "you know" which means something like "Do you understand what I'm saying...because I don't")
"folks" (which means "those strange people that I don't know but I want them to think that I relate to them and like them...y'oh...The dregs of society that will all vote for me?)
"um" (which means "durrrrrr, duhhhhh, dohhhhhhh, errrrrr, ahhhhhh, where is my teleprompter????")
"ah" (complete with extra snobby 'eye blinks'. means: see above^)
This is gonna be fun, folks!
(...and it will save my freshly painted walls from fist-smashes. Repairs are time consuming and costly these days. Y'oh? The cost of raw materials is rising because of the greedy oil companies and "big sheetrock"...)
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Why I'm A CONSERVATIVE First, Republican...Maybe* UPDATE
I was invited to pay 95 buckeroonies to go to a special pro-life gathering honoring Sarah Palin (a couple of months ago). Trine and I were going to go and hob knob with our hero, Phyllis Schlafly and get to meet the interesting Governor of Alaska.
We were kicking ourselves that we didn't buy tickets when we heard she had been chosen as the VP candidate.
Looks like we would have been disappointed anyway.
I know that schedules change and such, but would it be too much to ask for just a few minutes with the people that kept the conservative identity of the party alive all these years? Especially Mrs. Schlafly who is, in my opinion, the epitome of authentic womanhood. She is what Sarah Palin should wish to be when she grows up.
The worst criticism of her over the years has come from "feminists" who want to shut her up. They don't see that a woman always has/always will have "equal rights" but different talents. In the U.S., we have the FREEDOM to enjoy working with the talents God gave us to do whatever we want within our abilities! How dare they criticize her for achieving her goals and fighting for the little ones who REALLY HAVE NO VOICE? Oh, wait, I know how they dare! Because we have the freedom of speech! I know it would be so much easier to shut someone up when you don't know how to argue with them anymore, but we don't have the RIGHT to do THAT!
...rant to resume after I have a nice day with the kids. We are going for a nature walk in the low 70's weather we're having. I LOVE FALL!!!
* I talked to my sis today and she said she was listening to Laura Ingraham this morning. Laura said that she was at that reception and that she understood why they had to keep Gov. Palin "under wraps" and not let her attend the reception. I still think it would have been amazing if she showed up, but it would have been just as cool and amazing if we had gone to see Laura! We saw her speak at a country club one time when she was still receiving treatment for cancer. She is just incredible. Check her out some time if you get a chance.
We were kicking ourselves that we didn't buy tickets when we heard she had been chosen as the VP candidate.
Looks like we would have been disappointed anyway.
I know that schedules change and such, but would it be too much to ask for just a few minutes with the people that kept the conservative identity of the party alive all these years? Especially Mrs. Schlafly who is, in my opinion, the epitome of authentic womanhood. She is what Sarah Palin should wish to be when she grows up.
The worst criticism of her over the years has come from "feminists" who want to shut her up. They don't see that a woman always has/always will have "equal rights" but different talents. In the U.S., we have the FREEDOM to enjoy working with the talents God gave us to do whatever we want within our abilities! How dare they criticize her for achieving her goals and fighting for the little ones who REALLY HAVE NO VOICE? Oh, wait, I know how they dare! Because we have the freedom of speech! I know it would be so much easier to shut someone up when you don't know how to argue with them anymore, but we don't have the RIGHT to do THAT!
...rant to resume after I have a nice day with the kids. We are going for a nature walk in the low 70's weather we're having. I LOVE FALL!!!
* I talked to my sis today and she said she was listening to Laura Ingraham this morning. Laura said that she was at that reception and that she understood why they had to keep Gov. Palin "under wraps" and not let her attend the reception. I still think it would have been amazing if she showed up, but it would have been just as cool and amazing if we had gone to see Laura! We saw her speak at a country club one time when she was still receiving treatment for cancer. She is just incredible. Check her out some time if you get a chance.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Didjouknow I Watched Juno?
Short review? Hated it.
Long review? Fine! Here goes:
I purposely waited a while to watch it because I didn't want to be influenced by the hype. I also knew I wouldn't be able to watch it around the kids and I figured Butch wouldn't really like what looked to me a little too "chick flickish" for his taste and I don't get very much time to watch movies all by myself these days.
As I watched the beginning, I was looking at it from the stance of "could I possibly let Trina (almost 14) watch it if I edited just the beginning part?"
Uh, NO!
I know that some very good, Catholic blog writers have reviewed this movie positively so I really was set to enjoy it but was VERY let down. In my mind, this was a very depressing movie. It showed the base of every character almost to a person. It caricatured the ONE pro-life influence in the main character's life to the point of absurd stupidity. I thought that the filmmaker worked so hard to make the characters sound so witty and smart that they forgot that really, not EVERYONE is so witty and smart. The characters were very unlovable in my opinion. The main character seemed to have dead eyes like most seemingly soul-less teens these days (I know that not all teens are like that, but it sure seems like there are a lot of them around and I'd rather not they be glorified on film) I just couldn't really relate to anyone except maybe Jennifer Garner's character but even her, at the end was cynical and wooden (until she held the baby then of course she acted as most mother's would).
I have to say that the only thing in this movie that was really likable was the very end where the two fornicators sing a ditty to each other. It was a catchy tune.
Okay, I know that's harsh but this movie made me really not like people. I didn't see it as a pro-life movie at all. It made life seem like something that is created on a whim and judged at every turn as crude or cool depending on how the main character wanted us to think about it.
I thought that most of the lines in the movie were LAME instead of profound as many reviewers seemed to think.
I thought that the writer had a real anti-Christian attitude. Every time there was supposed to be a REAL devotion to anything "Jesus", it came off as forced or that the actor must have had a bad taste in their mouth to even say His name. The step-mom was particularly repulsive when she said something about a "gift from the baby Jesus". The dialogue was horrible, who talks like that? The writer is from Chicago and moved to Minnesota (yay us) so she throws all kinds of references in to things in the suburbs here near the twin cities but that comes off as forced as well.
I would rather have watched another "Die Hard" movie than one that tried to be so modern and hip and ended up being more depressing and putrid.
I really do feel sorry for the writer if this movie represents how she feels about the world and the people around her.
I could go into better detail but I'm a little fried from cleaning out drawers and organizing things all over the house. It's a never ending battle. I should have watched somthing to lift my spirits instead.
I'm heading to the Red Box to bring these movies back...
Can anyone recommend a good movie to get this bad taste out of my mouth?
Long review? Fine! Here goes:
I purposely waited a while to watch it because I didn't want to be influenced by the hype. I also knew I wouldn't be able to watch it around the kids and I figured Butch wouldn't really like what looked to me a little too "chick flickish" for his taste and I don't get very much time to watch movies all by myself these days.
As I watched the beginning, I was looking at it from the stance of "could I possibly let Trina (almost 14) watch it if I edited just the beginning part?"
Uh, NO!
I know that some very good, Catholic blog writers have reviewed this movie positively so I really was set to enjoy it but was VERY let down. In my mind, this was a very depressing movie. It showed the base of every character almost to a person. It caricatured the ONE pro-life influence in the main character's life to the point of absurd stupidity. I thought that the filmmaker worked so hard to make the characters sound so witty and smart that they forgot that really, not EVERYONE is so witty and smart. The characters were very unlovable in my opinion. The main character seemed to have dead eyes like most seemingly soul-less teens these days (I know that not all teens are like that, but it sure seems like there are a lot of them around and I'd rather not they be glorified on film) I just couldn't really relate to anyone except maybe Jennifer Garner's character but even her, at the end was cynical and wooden (until she held the baby then of course she acted as most mother's would).
I have to say that the only thing in this movie that was really likable was the very end where the two fornicators sing a ditty to each other. It was a catchy tune.
Okay, I know that's harsh but this movie made me really not like people. I didn't see it as a pro-life movie at all. It made life seem like something that is created on a whim and judged at every turn as crude or cool depending on how the main character wanted us to think about it.
I thought that most of the lines in the movie were LAME instead of profound as many reviewers seemed to think.
I thought that the writer had a real anti-Christian attitude. Every time there was supposed to be a REAL devotion to anything "Jesus", it came off as forced or that the actor must have had a bad taste in their mouth to even say His name. The step-mom was particularly repulsive when she said something about a "gift from the baby Jesus". The dialogue was horrible, who talks like that? The writer is from Chicago and moved to Minnesota (yay us) so she throws all kinds of references in to things in the suburbs here near the twin cities but that comes off as forced as well.
I would rather have watched another "Die Hard" movie than one that tried to be so modern and hip and ended up being more depressing and putrid.
I really do feel sorry for the writer if this movie represents how she feels about the world and the people around her.
I could go into better detail but I'm a little fried from cleaning out drawers and organizing things all over the house. It's a never ending battle. I should have watched somthing to lift my spirits instead.
I'm heading to the Red Box to bring these movies back...
Can anyone recommend a good movie to get this bad taste out of my mouth?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Holy Big Head Mass!
I think I just sh*t my drawers.
"Heart of the Beast Theater"...INDEED!
Go HERE for picture highlights if you can't see the video (which would give you nightmares anyway).
Ya know, it just ain't a good Mass without a ginormous headed scary mask person prancing around trying not to fall on the audien...I mean "congregation". "Hey! Don't you remember the wolves leading the way into Jerusalem...oh, that Easter Island Head Jesus is SO realistic!" It's really catching on! I wonder if they're doing it to scare the bejeevers out of little kids (and adults!) on purpose?
Hey, wouldn't it be funny to "accidentally" trip one of the giant heads and see what happened after that? Man, I should NOT be thinking about Mass in this way...NOBODY should! This is NOT Mass. I don't know what the heck it is but it's getting to look more and more like some sort of pagan nightmare than anything resembling the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
Tommy says, "Hey, let me in on some of that big head puppet action! I've got the perfect look for it!"
H/T The Curt Jester
"Heart of the Beast Theater"...INDEED!
Go HERE for picture highlights if you can't see the video (which would give you nightmares anyway).
Ya know, it just ain't a good Mass without a ginormous headed scary mask person prancing around trying not to fall on the audien...I mean "congregation". "Hey! Don't you remember the wolves leading the way into Jerusalem...oh, that Easter Island Head Jesus is SO realistic!" It's really catching on! I wonder if they're doing it to scare the bejeevers out of little kids (and adults!) on purpose?
Hey, wouldn't it be funny to "accidentally" trip one of the giant heads and see what happened after that? Man, I should NOT be thinking about Mass in this way...NOBODY should! This is NOT Mass. I don't know what the heck it is but it's getting to look more and more like some sort of pagan nightmare than anything resembling the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
Tommy says, "Hey, let me in on some of that big head puppet action! I've got the perfect look for it!"
H/T The Curt Jester
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I TOLD You! I'm NOT DEAD!
Here's another reason I want you all to go to extreme measures when I keel over. GOT IT???? I'm telling you, EVERY MEANS NECESSARY, PEOPLE!
There. Now you can't say I never wished that. Also, you will feel extremely guilty and I will haunt you from purgatory forever if you didn't listen.
There. Now you can't say I never wished that. Also, you will feel extremely guilty and I will haunt you from purgatory forever if you didn't listen.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Doing My Part
Yay! It's "Earth Day"! I always wondered how come if there was a "Mother's Day" and a "Father's Day", then how come there weren't any "Kid's Day"s? I'll bet YOU wondered that too, right?
I vote we change "Earth Day" to the "Kid's Day" we always thought we deserved ("EVERY day is kid's day" your parents would say, right?). It could be celebrated by giving to your local food shelf, donating money or baby things to a crisis pregnancy center, celebrating adoptions all over the world, or starting the process for adoption, OR...you could celebrate it by, you know, having a date with your hubs. I happen to think that babies (you know, PEOPLE?) deserve just a teensy more attention than some made up "awareness holiday" drummed up by people that are hell bent on making your life as miserable as possible so you end up depending on them for everything. This is a high, holy feast day for the religion of "green" we've been hearing so much about lately. It's just a teeny bit out of control. I think we could use a little perspective. Even Lewis Black (a huge lib) has this to say about Earth Day antics by celebrities:
Lewis Black on Daily Show Earth Day from http://jdwusami.vox.com/
I vote we change "Earth Day" to the "Kid's Day" we always thought we deserved ("EVERY day is kid's day" your parents would say, right?). It could be celebrated by giving to your local food shelf, donating money or baby things to a crisis pregnancy center, celebrating adoptions all over the world, or starting the process for adoption, OR...you could celebrate it by, you know, having a date with your hubs. I happen to think that babies (you know, PEOPLE?) deserve just a teensy more attention than some made up "awareness holiday" drummed up by people that are hell bent on making your life as miserable as possible so you end up depending on them for everything. This is a high, holy feast day for the religion of "green" we've been hearing so much about lately. It's just a teeny bit out of control. I think we could use a little perspective. Even Lewis Black (a huge lib) has this to say about Earth Day antics by celebrities:
Lewis Black on Daily Show Earth Day from http://jdwusami.vox.com/
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
ARRRRGGGHHH!
Why, oh WHY do some people insist on saying stupid things to other people?
Example:
Let's say that I just fell down and hit my head because I wasn't looking where I was going and stepped on some ice. Let's also imagine that I was bleeding from the head and couldn't see straight. Now, a normally perfectly nice person comes up to me, looks at me (totally ignoring the gaping wound on my head), pats me on the back and says something like, "Gee, you really should be more careful! I really love you and want what's best for you so I'll go get you a washcloth for your head and stuff but, honestly, watch out for ice from now on!".
Duh...okay, so the next time I slip on some ice, are you going to just roll your eyes and not offer to help me...what?! What GOOD does it do to offer this "loving" advice?
PLEASE, shower my friend, Kelly with prayers and blessings on her dangerous pregnancy. She needs protection from frustration, negative forces, and bad "advice"!
Example:
Let's say that I just fell down and hit my head because I wasn't looking where I was going and stepped on some ice. Let's also imagine that I was bleeding from the head and couldn't see straight. Now, a normally perfectly nice person comes up to me, looks at me (totally ignoring the gaping wound on my head), pats me on the back and says something like, "Gee, you really should be more careful! I really love you and want what's best for you so I'll go get you a washcloth for your head and stuff but, honestly, watch out for ice from now on!".
Duh...okay, so the next time I slip on some ice, are you going to just roll your eyes and not offer to help me...what?! What GOOD does it do to offer this "loving" advice?
PLEASE, shower my friend, Kelly with prayers and blessings on her dangerous pregnancy. She needs protection from frustration, negative forces, and bad "advice"!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Disgusting
It's almost like the media is doing it's darnedest the very DAY after Christmas to find the most depressing, horrible stories it can find. I guess I can't fault the media totally:
Check this out if you have the flu and are going to puke anyway.
We're all doomed.
Okay, I'll post a cheery, Christmas post next. I promise.
Check this out if you have the flu and are going to puke anyway.
We're all doomed.
Okay, I'll post a cheery, Christmas post next. I promise.
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