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Friday, March 28, 2008
Okay, I confess. I have totally stolen this Meme from TG and AL. Forgive me and I will let you steal it from me. Answer the questions below by taking your answer and typing it into Photobucket. Take any picture from the results and post. Age on my next birthday My favorite food My favorite animal My favorite place My favorite object My favorite color Where I was born. (okay I cheated on this one. It should be town where I was born, but I liked this answer better) Town where I now live Name of pets ..... and my killer looks about as scary as this one does. Zodiac sign Nickname Person I miss right now First job (Okay. Truth be told, I worked for the competition but I couldn't find a picture) Current job Grandma name and Bad habit (i have a filthy mouth as you all know) Favorite drink Looking forward to..
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
It has been a long time since I have done a Fuck You Friday post. This week just felt like it might be time to post again. So many things to flip off and so little time. Where to start? Let's start with death. I am sick and tired of death. Since Christmas there have been five deaths. The oldest was 44, the youngest was 9. I think it is time that death took a loonnggg holiday. The sad thing about these deaths is that only two were caused by a disease. One was an accidental overdose, one has no obvious cause. The one that bothered me the most was the one that was caused by her own hand. While I had not seen her in a long time, the times I did see this woman she was always smiling and singing to herself. Her poor sister was the one who found her. This sort of ties into my next rant. Our mental health care. This poor woman had been struggling with her mental health. On the Friday before her death, she was admitted to the hospital. Her family and close friends were very concerned about her. They could see there was something wrong. The woman herself knew that too. She was hearing voices. On the Saturday, the hospital released her. On Sunday, her sister found her hung in the basement. Could not the medical personell see she was in trouble? The thing that bothers me is that this is not the first story like this I have heard of. My Grandparents sold their farm to a lovely family. The father of the family suffered with a mental illness. He, too was admitted to the hospital. He was released and shortly after, he killed himself. Two months before his daughter's wedding. It was horrible. I was however thankful that my Grandmother did not live to see that. She worried so much about this man. She knew of his struggles but could not help him. A friend of mine tried to admit herself into the hospital once. She felt she was a danger to herself. She sat in the Emergency ward for more than 6 hours. At that point, she gave up and went home. Thankfully, she was strong enough to get through. What if someone not as strong as her had been in that situation? If you went to the hospital and told them that you were going to hurt yourself and they ignored you for hours. Maybe you would think, " I guess I was right. No one cares. They won't help me. I guess I am worthless." Then maybe you would go home and kill yourself out of desperation and hopelessness. Our system is broken. It needs to be fixed somehow. The problem is that few people realize there is a problem. These types of situations are rarely reported. How many have happened like this and we don't know about? I wish I had the solution. I don't. I can just point out the problem and hope no one else falls through the cracks. Now I will move onto yet another way society is going to hell and personal responsibility has crawled up in a ball and died. In our city recently there was a tragic death of a young boy. For the life of me I can't remember if he was 13 or 15. It doesn't matter. This boy and his 17 year old friend broke into a garage and stole an air gun. The younger boy was then accidentally shot in the eye and killed. His friend was scared and once alerting someone that an ambulance was needed, he took off. He didn't admit to any of this until days later. Here comes the part that really pisses me off. The parents of the 17 year old are saying that the garage owner should be held responsible for this young boy's death. Why? Well because he should have known that kids break into garages and shouldn't have left an air gun in his garage. HELLO?!?! I should be able to go on a month long vacation and leave both my front door and back door open and no one should go into my house. Perhaps the 17 year old son should have been taught that STEALING IS WRONG!!! Nope. Society now feels that personal responsiblity is antiquated and unneccessary in today's world. Every time I read this story it makes my blood boil. Never mind that the parents failed to teach their 17 year old right from wrong. Let's blame society as a whole. AAAARRRRGGGG! Not that long ago, some scum mugged and beat up a man walking home from work. They left him in the street to die. A woman witnessed this and did the responsible thing and called 911 for help. Unfortunetly, before help arrived, the man was hit by a car and died. Did the scum arrested for this admit their responsiblity? Nope. First they blamed the driver of the car. Then (now this takes the cake) they blamed the woman who called 911. They said she should have come out and helped this man. Let's think about this. It is dark, the woman is alone and is witnessing a beating. The smart thing to do is exactly what she did. Yet she got blamed. Where did society get so fucked up? I got this in an email. I think is sums it all up pretty good. My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I > > would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was > > always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. > > Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in > > remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many > > generations. s Obituary Common Sense Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a Bandaid to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing All together now... HAPPY FUCK YOU FRIDAY!
Saturday, March 01, 2008
I know, I know, I keep saying that. So much has been happening and so little time to blog. Where to start? The daughter went almost an entire year without breaking a bone. The joke was since she changed schools she wasn't allowed to break any more bones. The girls have been at their new school for a year now. I am sorry I didn't move them four years ago. My daughters are both so much happier. We saw two friends this week. They both commented on how much healthier my girl looks. It is because she is not stressed anymore. Her headaches, stomach pains, meltdowns are all gone. However the broken bone thing came back this week. She fell off the monkey bars at school and chipped the bone in her foot. She has a cast from her toes to her knees. Did I mention she is miserable? She missed the big basketball tournament too. As a nice change, she was royally pissed that she couldn't go to school for two days. She actually WANTED to go to school. What a nice change. We have been shopping around for middle schools. We had to make a decsion where to send them next year. It was a tough, stressful choice. My only rule was that they had to agree on a school. I was not taking two, same age, kids to two different schools. I may be crazy, but I am not insane. The only school they could agree on was the school their brother went to. I like the school. I love the teachers. The only problem is putting the girls back into the same group of children we finally got them away from. I spoke to the pricipal and explained the situation. She said they would try to keep them separated but couldn't promise anything. I understand that. I was okay with that. Until this week. I had to take the daughter (with the cast) to the school to pick out her band instrument this week. I was a little concerned when she showed a great interest in the tuba and the trumpet. Turns out she chose the clarinet. Whew. An instrument that fits in the backpack. Anyway, while we are waiting for our turn guess who walks in? All four of the kids I was concerned about. Including the child who threatned to bring a knife to school and use it on our daughter. The one the school refused to do anything about. My daughter got that panicked look on her face. I told her to ignore it. Now I am rethinking the choice of schools. I can feel my anxiety rising. I know I shouldn't worry about it and everything may turn out just fine. But I really do not want to go to the way it was. My girls are happy! I can't go back to the way things were. On a happier note, my baby boy turned 15 this week. Yikes! No fair. I feel so old. I can feel the bones crack everytime I move and the hair is turning color too. Pretty soon, I will be stuck in my rocking chair, shaking my cane at those loud lousy kids running across the lawn. The boy had a pretty good birthday. The lousy kid ended up with almost $400. I am going to have to go to him for a loan. He is really excited that he can take drivers ed in September. His mother is finding it hard to muster up that much enthusiasm. I am a nervous driver to start with. Sitting beside a novice teenage driver will send me into convulsions. School is a no go for me. I am still waiting for a course to be offered that I haven't already taken. I only need 5 more but it is getting harder to take the courses. They rarely offer the courses I need. How do they expect me to finnish if they don't offer what I need and I can't afford to move to full time day classes. I am taking a WEVAS course next month. Working Effectively with Violent and Aggressive States. I don't need it to graduate, but I need it to get a job. Go figure. At least I am taking it with a friend I have met through my other classes. She is a riot so I am looking forward to it. This friend is the one who went for a joy ride in a computer chair in one of my other courses. She was bored on her break so she convinced another girl to push her down the wheelchair ramp in the computer chair. When that got boring, she convinced this girl to get her car and a rope. The girl then towed my friend behind her car all around the parking lot. This girl kills me. I guess that is it all in a nutshell. If anyone still reads it, I will try to pop around to your blogs soon. Take care