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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

That's Right, Bitch

It's about damn time!


A jury returns a unanimous decision to sentence Nicole Diar to death. She is convicted of killing her 4-year-old son.

NewsChannel5 reported a Lorain County jury found her guilty of killing her son and then setting her house on fire to hide the crime.

Officials said she drugged Jacob with codeine, then strangled him as he slept in his bedroom in August 2003.

The jury found Diar guilty on all 10 charges against her, including aggravated murder, aggravated arson and tampering with evidence.



Of course, she says she's innocent. Because people are always sneaking in to houses, drugging and strangling kids, then burning the house down to cover it up? Sure. I heard on the news that first, she "had evidence" that proved she didn't do it and wanted a new trial. That was right after she was found guilty. The judge denied her ass for a new trial. Smart judge. Then when it came to the sentencing part of her trial, her lawyer was claiming that she shouldn't get the death penalty because she can be reformed. Reformed? Well, if she's innocent, no she can't. She didn't do anything, remember? But since she's obviously guilty as hell, I think she's only getting what she deserves. Maybe she can be reformed, but her little boy can't. Because she murdered him.

What the hell is wrong with people? If you don't want you kids, fine. That's all you. Talk to someone about it. Maybe a therapist or a relative or a friend or anybody! But to decide that the best way to get out of motherhood is to take the little life of a child.... a child who trusts you!? That's what gets me the most. HOW how how how could anyone do that? To their own child?

Just this morning, I saw (on the news) a man was arrested for putting his son in a cage and scalding him. The little boy died of complications in the hospital. The "father" has been arrested for abusing this child before! He's also "innocent". Of course he is. They all are.

I'm feeling sick.




Monday, October 31, 2005

OMG, Look Who's Posting!

First, I would like to say that I absolutely HATE "omg". So much so that I feel the compulsive need to use it constantly. Second, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! If you know me at all, you know it's my favorite, favorite holiday. No big plans though. Just some good old family fun in the form of trick-or-treating with the kiddo. She's going as an angel. I was thinking about dressing up as a devil. I'm not actually going to, but I was thinking about it. It would be cute. I definitely want to wear something out of the norm. It's my once chance out of 365 days that I can actually wear anything I want and it's accepted. I think I'll just slather on a lot of makeup, wear my vinyl pants and call myself a rock star. I could even carry my guitar around. I'm not actually going to, but I was thinking about it. Anyway, so I haven't been up to much lately. Just taking some time off from blogging. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to keep going with this or not. Up until about yesterday I was not going to come back. There's been a serious decline of anything resembling good posts around here and I thought, get out while I was still kind of ahead. But yesterday was a good-ish day, meaning I have made some decisions about what I want to do. I filled out a couple of job applications on Thursday and even had an interview on the spot. The manager actually said he would have offered me a job on the spot, but I had to go home and take this personality quiz online. You know, one of those things where you had to choose between agree, disagree, neutral, strongly disagree, or strongly agree for questions about how you feel about things in general. And pick the best and worst responses to situations. Stuff like that. So, if I "pass" that, I guess I'll have a job. I remember the days when you could just fill out an application and have a job. Now they want you to have a complete physical, mental and emotional examination. Maybe they're trying to tell me that I must be crazy if I want to work there. Though I don't know if I'll take that job because it's for waitressing. Being a server = $2.13/hr. plus tips. Best case scenario at that rate, I would make $85.00 a week before tips and taxes (and that's for a full 40 hour week). And I know from experience that servers get to deal with a lot of shit from a lot of shitty people. Customers come in 10 minutes before closing and stay for 3 hours, just chatting and drinking and pretending that they're the only ones with a life. But if it's all I can get, I'll take it. It's better than nothing. Also, I've been looking into going to get training to be an EMT. It's something I've wanted to do for about 3 years and I have no clue what I've been waiting for. I already know some of the basics from being a lifeguard (CPR, rescue breathing, spinals, head and neck injuries, diseases, etc.). Should be relatively easy for me. Besides, I think I learn pretty quick. Then eventually, I can go to be a paramedic, maybe even a nurse. Who knows. The only problem I'm having is that the school website isn't giving me any information about classes. I don't know if they're just not offering the class right now or what. Most of the other classes have schedules and prices. This has nothing. So I'm going to have to call them. I hate calling! I would much rather deal with people in person. Anyway, so things seem to be looking up. Which is good. So, I'm excited. Also good. Good, good, good. And it's amazing how you start to think you're spelling the word "good" wrong after you type it so many times.

Happy Halloween!




Thursday, October 13, 2005

Happy Days?

For the last couple days I have had the name Leather Tuscadero (slap leg twice here) stuck in my head. Along with the movie Little Darlings (which, I was surprised to find out, is as old as I am). I don't know where either of these things came from, but what is the connection? I checked the movie info and Suzie Quatro (Leather Tuscadero) wasn't mentioned. Maybe one of the girls from the movie reminded me of her (or she reminded me of one of the girls). Or was her name mentioned in the movie? It's driving me crazy!




Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Don't Bite Eat The Hand That Feeds You

At first I couldn't help but giggle a little over THIS story, but after thinking about it, it's a little upsetting. A man from Beijing was actually eaten by his own farm animals. And the animals? They were black bears! What the hell did he expect? Sure, they look all cute and fuzzy on the Discovery channel, but this guy had to know that they're ferocious carnivores. I mean, come on! Apparently bear farming isn't all that unusual in China and the reason why is so gross. The farmers surgically implant a catheter in the bear's gall bladder to extract bile. Or , if they want to be real jerks about it, they just open a hole in the bear's abdomen and let it drip out. But BILE?! Ewww!

More than 200 farms in China keep about 7000 bears to tap their bile, which traditional Chinese medicine holds can cure fever, liver illness and sore eyes.

Bear farming was far more widespread before the cruelty involved came to light and Beijing introduced regulations to control the industry in 1993.

Animal welfare groups have called on China to completely ban bear farming, arguing that traditional herbal medicines can serve the same purposes as bear bile.


If I had a fever, I sure as hell wouldn't be sipping on some bear bile to feel better. A couple aspirin maybe, but certainly not liver secretions. And speaking of which, what about the bears?! According to Dictionary.com, bile "aids in the emulsification, digestion, and absorption of fats". So... the bears don't get to use their own bile, but humans do? Or do humans get some sort of recycled stuff (is that possible?) or what? That's why this is upsetting to me, by the way. I'm not upset about the man because he knew the risks and he's a douche for farming the bears in the first place. But the bears didn't really have a choice.

I understand that some people want to stick to their traditional ways and all that, but if herbal remedies can take the place of animal cruelty, why not use them? Herbs are traditional. Leaves and twigs and grasses and bark and plants and berries have been used in medicine for-ev-er!

Some people just don't make sense to me.




Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Hey Look, A Quiz

I'm a Talent!

You're a risk-taker, and you follow your passions. You're determined to take on the world and succeed on your own terms. Whether in the arts, science, engineering, business, or politics, you fearlessly express your own vision of the world. You're not afraid of a fight, and you're not afraid to bet your future on your own abilities. If you find a job boring or stifling, you're already preparing your resume. You believe in doing what you love, and you're not willing to settle for an ordinary life.

Talent: 63%
Lifer: 52%
Mandarin: 22%

Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.



Yeah, sure.





Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Warning : Content Contains 75% Whining and 25% Feeling Sorry For Myself

Things are getting so predictable around here. Sometimes it seems like my whole day is scheduled down to the minute. It's not, really. Still, I'm getting really antsy. It's like I want to do something meaningful but if I do something meaningful just to have something meaningful, does that make it meaningless? It's so bad that every time I watch those "reality shows" where people compete to win some sort of contract it's like, "I wanna do that". Then I'll watch a movie where someone does something heroic and again, I'm like, "I WANT that!". Every time I see someone doing something, basically, other than what I'm doing (which is nothing) I just want to be them. I've always had big dreams... and that's as far as it went. I'm just really afraid I'll never do anything great. Not that I have to do something great to be happy. I just have to do something. I want so much it's frustrating. I'm looking for a job, I want to take ballroom dancing lessons, I want to go to school or take some kind of "career" classes (paramedic, zoologist, toxicologist, cosmotologist, firefighter, medical researcher of some sort, police officer, teacher, you name it, I've probably wanted to do it). I want to start exercising so I'll have more energy, I want to quit smoking and eat right. I want to go away for a weekend, not because I need it, but because I want to see something new. I guess I'm just in one of those What Am I Doing With My Life funks. I'm just so convinced that I'm destined to be one of those overweight housewives, sitting around wearing a pink fuzzy robe and slipper with curlers in my hair, shoving bon bon down my throat while I watch my daily soaps. I know what you're saying. Quit complaining and do something about it, right? Let me tell you, I am a world class procrastinator. I just don't know where to start and it's so much easier to not even try. And I hate that I just said that, but it's true. It seems true enough to me, anyway. Shit. Shitshitshit. And everything sucks just a little more because The Boyfriend is never home (they're going into crazy overtime with the construction because the season is winding down) and when he is home he's asleep. And he has to make time for his friends and family so I just sort of get the leftover bits (ah, the benefits of a live-in). I shouldn't be upset about it, but I kind of am. Ok, not "kind of", I just am. It's selfish, but true. And living so far away from my home town (and everyone I know or knew), the only company I have is a 7 year old and 2 cats. The Kid and I aren't exactly on the same level, you understand. I can only chat about Disney princesses and how many nickels make a quarter for so long. And obviously the cats don't make for great conversation. They only "talk" to me when they want food or attention (Yeah great, add "Crazy Cat Lady" to that list of things I'm destined to become. Now I'm talking to cats?). I'm just very... angry with everything right now (because you didn't get that picture yet, right?). I don't know. Less bitching, more problem solving. Now that's an idea.




Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Are You Kidding Me?!

I just put my baby to bed and just really really realized that the next time I see her (awake anyway) she will be 7 years old! Seven! Goodness, wasn't I just changing diapers and pushing her in a stroller and fighting with the damn car seat and wishing she had more hair (she had none until just after she turned three, then it was kind of like how old guys who are bald on top grow the back out to over compensate) yesterday? I just can't believe it. In fact, I refuse to believe it. That's right. I refuse. Although I doubt she'll go along with it. She has already asked me when she'll be old enough to stay home alone. More than once. Why on earth would a 7ish year old even want to stay home alone? Planning a big party with all her alcoholic friends, is she? At least she isn't mentioning boys... yet. Anyway, so yeah, I'm a little bit shocked about this whole growing up thing. Why didn't anyone tell me that was going to happen?! ;)

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And this is completely unrelated but I have to mention it because it's been on my mind constantly since the last time I saw the commercial. Am I the only one who is so freaking pissed that a certain insurance company is using the hurricane(s) to sell their product? If you've been watching tv, you might have seen the commercial where they show some of the destruction that has been done then proceed to tell you how helpful and wonderful they were to their customers and basically, if you switch to them, you'll live happily ever after. It's bullshit. I understand that they have a product to sell, that's their job and everything, but do they really have to use other people's ruined homes and lives to sell a couple more policies?! There's absolutely no other options? They can't come up with some other scenario that would make someone consider buying their shit? Like the people who have nothing left to go back to are just going to say, "They're so wonderful! Lets switch to their company! We have nothing left to insure, but just in case! We'll be so happy! Hooray for this company!". Get real. And while you're at it, get fucking sympathetic and quit worrying about your damn commission. Ok, I'm not being fair. I can't blame the people who just work there because I'm sure they don't go around to all the sales associates and ask for ideas for commercials. I should just be mad at the people who come up with the ideas then make the ideas happen, but (to me, anyway) it makes the whole company look bad. It's hard for me to blame one or two people when these one or two people are representing the hundreds (or thousands) of people who work for them when they say "We". I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting.

But it still pisses me off.








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