Wednesday, November 02, 2005
That's Right, Bitch
It's about damn time!
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.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
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
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!
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%Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.
Cost of the War in Iraq
We hang the petty thieves, but appoint the great
ones to office
Don't steal, the government hates competition.
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