Good grief people!!! I swear, I write three serious blogs in a row and people get twelve ways to CRAZY......sigh.......
This is another in a series of TRUE stories about things my much beloved, and sadly departed, Dalmations ate/desroyed....
Othello was a Mama's Boy to the core! He also had seperation anxiety. I never knew what destruction would await when I came home.
Fortuneatly, I never had the money to buy nice stuff....so USUALLY what he demolished was not of value....USUALLY.
And NO I didn't crate him because he would hurt himself trying to get OUT of the crate because he was SO upset Mommmy was going bye-bye. So, I decided to take my chances with the destruction.
Plus, I found out he could READ! One time I came home to find three specific CD'S chewed to bits (yeah...indestructable my ass...).
And ALL three CD'S were by the SAME group....The Squirrel Nut Zippers...(cool band, google them, they rock!)
Apparently, he thought the band title was an ingredient list...not sure.
ANYWAY......
My hubby is an English Teacher, and ALWAYS has tons of papers waiting to be graded. Reaserch Papers took oodles of time because he has to make sure the little darlings didn't steal it off the internet.
He had a huge pile of said papers stuffed into his briefcase, along with a bag of Malted Milk Balls. Ya GOTTA have some chocolate when you grade.
For reason's unknown, he LEFT the briefcase on the floor....WELL within Othello's grasp. We left to run to the store.
Now, I love my husband, but he has a slow learning curve for some things.By this point, Othello had already destroyed/eaten: Two TV Remotes, a pair of slick, black dress shoes and MANY books....ALL left by my husband within the "Othello Zone", as we called it.
WHY he didn't think to move that dang briefcase, I'll never know.
When we arrive, I was the first in the door.
Paper bits were EVERYWHERE!!!! Along with shreds of black leather from the briefcase....and a tiny bit of plastic from the Malted Milk Balls.
And Othello was smiling his gorgeous smile, as always....with a bit of chocolate on his nose.
Now MY first concern is that my dog just ate an ENTIRE bag of chocolate, which is VERY toxic to dogs!!!
Blessedly, he was a giant sized Dalmation, and the chocolate didn't effect him one BIT!! Over the years, we discovered that my Baby Boy had a cast iron stomache. The things he ate that NEVER hurt him or made him sick is STAGGERING!!!
Including: batteries, a rock, and ANOTHER bag of Halloween candy. Wrappers and all. Only thing THAT did was cause him to poop out Reese Cup wrappers for a few days.
SIGH...............
However....the breifcase was a TOTAL loss.....as were ALL OF THOSE RESEACH PAPERS!!!!!
Yes, it's true.....the Dog Ate the Homework.....ALL of it......
I didn't know if my husband was going to CRY or have a coronary. Or both.
The HARDEST part, for him, was to go back to School and tell his students that the Teachers Dog had indeed eaten their Homework.
And yes, he he made them do it all AGAIN....meanie....
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
I Still Hate Mothers Day
Maybe not HATE.....but I still get weepy and emotional and sometimes grouchy when it rolls around. I just hate when this time of year comes along.
Of course, it's better than it USED to be!!! Oh, LORD have mercy, I remember that first Mother's Day without her. Hiding out at Kendra's house, so we could both avoid the day together.
Since her Mom died DAYS before mine, she and I were on the same "grief timetable". What a crappy year that was.
It's been a little over ten years since our mothers have passed. My friend is now blessed with hansome (albeit ornery...) young children of her own, so hopefully Mother's Day now has a more joyful feel in her life.
But I know she still grieves, as do I.
The thing about grief, there is NO timetable. People who have not faced a profound loss just DON'T GET IT!!!
Just because one year, five years, a decade may have passed does not mean you just "get over it".
Yes, in truth, it is easier now than those first few years. But it doesn't go AWAY, it just becomes a part of you that you learn to live with.
Somewhere around year five or six without her, I was at church (different church than Unidiversal...VERY different! LOL!) forcing myself to sit through the Mother's Day service.
I think it was the FIRST Mother's Day service I went to since she died. I figured that enough time had passed that SURELY I would be over the "weepiness" by NOW.
No such luck.
So, it's after church and I'm weepy, Travis is comforting me, and a friend from church asks what is wrong and appears to be sympathetic.
She asks how long it's been since I lost my Mom, and I tell her.
And she just looked at me stunned, kind of confused.
"Oh.....I thought with they way you were upset it happened recently".
Look, it FELT recent. And isn't 5 or 6 years recent when you talk about losing someone that had been there everyday for the previous 28 years???
Oddly, I've never had a problem with Father's Day. I guess since I never celebrated it, it never made much of a dent in my mind.
Father's Day, Flag Day, Presidents Day....big whoop.
I get more out of Groundhog Day!
And why can't pet parents celebrate Mother's Day? Let me tell ya, I love my furry kids, but they are WORK! I take care of them EVERYDAY...because I am their Mom. And I love them.
Actually, I bet Hallmark has a card for that by now....don't you think?
Celebrate tomarrow, enjoy your Mom if she is still on this earth....or if she's worth enjoying...I know some people were NOT blessed with good Moms.
Love you kids, furry and non-furry alike.
But I still hate Mother's Day.
Of course, it's better than it USED to be!!! Oh, LORD have mercy, I remember that first Mother's Day without her. Hiding out at Kendra's house, so we could both avoid the day together.
Since her Mom died DAYS before mine, she and I were on the same "grief timetable". What a crappy year that was.
It's been a little over ten years since our mothers have passed. My friend is now blessed with hansome (albeit ornery...) young children of her own, so hopefully Mother's Day now has a more joyful feel in her life.
But I know she still grieves, as do I.
The thing about grief, there is NO timetable. People who have not faced a profound loss just DON'T GET IT!!!
Just because one year, five years, a decade may have passed does not mean you just "get over it".
Yes, in truth, it is easier now than those first few years. But it doesn't go AWAY, it just becomes a part of you that you learn to live with.
Somewhere around year five or six without her, I was at church (different church than Unidiversal...VERY different! LOL!) forcing myself to sit through the Mother's Day service.
I think it was the FIRST Mother's Day service I went to since she died. I figured that enough time had passed that SURELY I would be over the "weepiness" by NOW.
No such luck.
So, it's after church and I'm weepy, Travis is comforting me, and a friend from church asks what is wrong and appears to be sympathetic.
She asks how long it's been since I lost my Mom, and I tell her.
And she just looked at me stunned, kind of confused.
"Oh.....I thought with they way you were upset it happened recently".
Look, it FELT recent. And isn't 5 or 6 years recent when you talk about losing someone that had been there everyday for the previous 28 years???
Oddly, I've never had a problem with Father's Day. I guess since I never celebrated it, it never made much of a dent in my mind.
Father's Day, Flag Day, Presidents Day....big whoop.
I get more out of Groundhog Day!
And why can't pet parents celebrate Mother's Day? Let me tell ya, I love my furry kids, but they are WORK! I take care of them EVERYDAY...because I am their Mom. And I love them.
Actually, I bet Hallmark has a card for that by now....don't you think?
Celebrate tomarrow, enjoy your Mom if she is still on this earth....or if she's worth enjoying...I know some people were NOT blessed with good Moms.
Love you kids, furry and non-furry alike.
But I still hate Mother's Day.
Don't Freak!
Yeah, it's been kind of crazy lately, but I'm getting better, stronger. I can feel changes on the horizon.....not sure how it's all gonna go down.
I'm coming back....slowly.....but I'm still here.
I'm coming back....slowly.....but I'm still here.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Last Call
I know....been spending WAY...too much time in "da clubs" with my band lately.
But I'm talking about a DIFFERENT "last call"....
Tonight, I was talking to a friend who has someone in her life who has been told they have "TERMINAL CANCER".
Yeah....lovely news to get from the Doc...right?
Both she and I have been through this MANY times before. More times than either of us care to mention.
Here's the thing....the doctors that gave him the "terminal" news...no hope, no chance.....have put him on aggressive Chemo.
He's sick ALL the time. He hurts. He's tired. He's sad.
Okay.....so if it's "TERMINAL"......why the Chemo? To do....WHAT, exactly?
Tourtue him for his last days/weeks/months?
Drain his insurance companies wallets?
Prove a point?
Film an episode of "House"....(Google it...I'm too sleepy...)?
As most of you know, My Mom died September 7th, 1998.
She had a "blood cancer", known as CML.
They have a drug called Gleevec that can treat it now...but it wasn't ready then.
Granted, by the time they figured out what was WRONG (It took months!!! No one would take her seriously. All they saw was an over-weight woman with low income and their answer to EVERYTHING was...."lose weight"), it would have been too late anyway.
They gave her three months to live.
That was April 17th, 1998.
Now, even though they told her she had NO CHANCE WHATSOEVER of getting better......they INSISTED on more tests.
Some very painful. Some that made her cry. And get sicker. And hurt....more.
I was not "allowed" to make decisions for her. That was left to my Aunt. Her older sister.(there is a backstory there about 16 pages long....no need to go there now).
The point is....my family felt they "had" to do what the doctors said. It never occured to them that they could say...NO.
NO more.
Stop.
Now.
So my mother's last days were a blur of tests, trips, meds, pain, medical hustle and bustle.
When it was Granpa's turn, he too fely he could NOT say "NO"...but he had his own way.
He'd let them out in the needles, say thank you....and pull them back out. Every, single, time.
No tubes. No needles. No meds. He was 92. He was done. He was ready.
After my Aunt saw all of this unfold...it eventually becamr HER turn.
Now SHE had "TERMINAL CANCER".
No chance, no hope.
She refused all treatment.
The doctors FREAKED!!!!!!
How could she? How dare she? She was going to DIE???
Ummmm...yeah.....isn't that the whole point of "terminal", doc?
You're gonna die....big surprise.
So WHY was it SO horrible that she choose to go out on her OWN terms?
She had no more tests. No more weird meds.
Her last memories were of being in her favorite chair, with her cat on her lap (the same cat that is on MY lap now...shedding on the keyboard...), in HER home.
Her comfort zone. She slipped into a com in that chair. Never woke up. Died the next day.
Most of you also know I am a animal lover. Maknig that choice for their "last call" is a VERY hard thing to do.
It SUCKS!
Even when you KNOW they are ready...it hurts so MUCH to let them go.
But people tell us that's a "kindness".
Letting an animal linger and suffer and struggle and hurt....that's bad.
I AGREE!!!! They deserve better.
But.
If a human, of sound mind, chooses of their OWN FREE WILL to deny "treatment" that will NOT help them at all and only make their "last call" drag on in a horrible way.....they are wrong too?
Whoa...wait a minute.
Seriously?
Why?
Because animals don't pay insurance premiums?
And this "all life is sacred" stuff......
So, if it's sacred.....why let them die a slow painful death when they tell you they are done? They are ready?
If they refuse "treatment" so they can have a FEW days of peace before their "last call".......why is that so wrong?
It just doesn't make sense to me, none of it.
The creatures we "can't" communicate with....we can see in their eyes and their behavior that they are READY. We let them go becasue we LOVE them.
The creatures that "CAN" communicate with us tell us in our OWN language that they are READY.....and we let them suffer some more....beacuse we love them???
WHAT??????
Look, I don't have all the answers.
Cripes...I don't even have all of the QUESTIONS....but....
if ANY of you are around when it's my "last call"....and I tell you I am ready, I am done, I am NOT afraid.....
treat me like you would your most beloved "furry-baby", okay?
You can even bury me in the backyard.
But I'm talking about a DIFFERENT "last call"....
Tonight, I was talking to a friend who has someone in her life who has been told they have "TERMINAL CANCER".
Yeah....lovely news to get from the Doc...right?
Both she and I have been through this MANY times before. More times than either of us care to mention.
Here's the thing....the doctors that gave him the "terminal" news...no hope, no chance.....have put him on aggressive Chemo.
He's sick ALL the time. He hurts. He's tired. He's sad.
Okay.....so if it's "TERMINAL"......why the Chemo? To do....WHAT, exactly?
Tourtue him for his last days/weeks/months?
Drain his insurance companies wallets?
Prove a point?
Film an episode of "House"....(Google it...I'm too sleepy...)?
As most of you know, My Mom died September 7th, 1998.
She had a "blood cancer", known as CML.
They have a drug called Gleevec that can treat it now...but it wasn't ready then.
Granted, by the time they figured out what was WRONG (It took months!!! No one would take her seriously. All they saw was an over-weight woman with low income and their answer to EVERYTHING was...."lose weight"), it would have been too late anyway.
They gave her three months to live.
That was April 17th, 1998.
Now, even though they told her she had NO CHANCE WHATSOEVER of getting better......they INSISTED on more tests.
Some very painful. Some that made her cry. And get sicker. And hurt....more.
I was not "allowed" to make decisions for her. That was left to my Aunt. Her older sister.(there is a backstory there about 16 pages long....no need to go there now).
The point is....my family felt they "had" to do what the doctors said. It never occured to them that they could say...NO.
NO more.
Stop.
Now.
So my mother's last days were a blur of tests, trips, meds, pain, medical hustle and bustle.
When it was Granpa's turn, he too fely he could NOT say "NO"...but he had his own way.
He'd let them out in the needles, say thank you....and pull them back out. Every, single, time.
No tubes. No needles. No meds. He was 92. He was done. He was ready.
After my Aunt saw all of this unfold...it eventually becamr HER turn.
Now SHE had "TERMINAL CANCER".
No chance, no hope.
She refused all treatment.
The doctors FREAKED!!!!!!
How could she? How dare she? She was going to DIE???
Ummmm...yeah.....isn't that the whole point of "terminal", doc?
You're gonna die....big surprise.
So WHY was it SO horrible that she choose to go out on her OWN terms?
She had no more tests. No more weird meds.
Her last memories were of being in her favorite chair, with her cat on her lap (the same cat that is on MY lap now...shedding on the keyboard...), in HER home.
Her comfort zone. She slipped into a com in that chair. Never woke up. Died the next day.
Most of you also know I am a animal lover. Maknig that choice for their "last call" is a VERY hard thing to do.
It SUCKS!
Even when you KNOW they are ready...it hurts so MUCH to let them go.
But people tell us that's a "kindness".
Letting an animal linger and suffer and struggle and hurt....that's bad.
I AGREE!!!! They deserve better.
But.
If a human, of sound mind, chooses of their OWN FREE WILL to deny "treatment" that will NOT help them at all and only make their "last call" drag on in a horrible way.....they are wrong too?
Whoa...wait a minute.
Seriously?
Why?
Because animals don't pay insurance premiums?
And this "all life is sacred" stuff......
So, if it's sacred.....why let them die a slow painful death when they tell you they are done? They are ready?
If they refuse "treatment" so they can have a FEW days of peace before their "last call".......why is that so wrong?
It just doesn't make sense to me, none of it.
The creatures we "can't" communicate with....we can see in their eyes and their behavior that they are READY. We let them go becasue we LOVE them.
The creatures that "CAN" communicate with us tell us in our OWN language that they are READY.....and we let them suffer some more....beacuse we love them???
WHAT??????
Look, I don't have all the answers.
Cripes...I don't even have all of the QUESTIONS....but....
if ANY of you are around when it's my "last call"....and I tell you I am ready, I am done, I am NOT afraid.....
treat me like you would your most beloved "furry-baby", okay?
You can even bury me in the backyard.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I am SO Proud of my band!
So I am going on 28 hours without sleep, so this will be SHORT....but I am So proud of the group of misfit toys I call My Band!
We played at Piere's tonight....(BIG deal for independant bands in the Northeast Indiana area...).
They KILLED!
My poor little mentally-ill lead vocalist.....he was SO "ON" tonight!
Yes....dealing with his disability can be difficult in "real life"....but...WOW! The poor little thing DOES make it WORK for him on stage!
The girls were AMAZING....of course!
And the BEST part?
We have ALREADY been asked to come BACK!!
Truly, my little "motley crew" mad the OTHER bands seem like SUCH "3-cords-and-scream" amatures.
Do they drive me nuts?
Yeah.
Are they pains in my ass?
Sometimes.
Am I proud of them?
Oh...YES....VERY proud!!!
Now....pardon me while I sleep for 3 hours...and do it ALL again.....
We played at Piere's tonight....(BIG deal for independant bands in the Northeast Indiana area...).
They KILLED!
My poor little mentally-ill lead vocalist.....he was SO "ON" tonight!
Yes....dealing with his disability can be difficult in "real life"....but...WOW! The poor little thing DOES make it WORK for him on stage!
The girls were AMAZING....of course!
And the BEST part?
We have ALREADY been asked to come BACK!!
Truly, my little "motley crew" mad the OTHER bands seem like SUCH "3-cords-and-scream" amatures.
Do they drive me nuts?
Yeah.
Are they pains in my ass?
Sometimes.
Am I proud of them?
Oh...YES....VERY proud!!!
Now....pardon me while I sleep for 3 hours...and do it ALL again.....
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I'm too BUSY to blog!
Yeah, I know. Irony, right?
Seriously, this week has been INSANE!!
Sunday was Easter. Did the family dinner thing with my hubby's extended family.Such CARNIVORS, these people!
Meat in the Salads!
Meat in the pasta!
Meat in the soups!
Meat, meat and freakin' MORE meat!!!
Blech!
I tell you....if they could figure out how to add meat the the jello and cookies...they would! Trust me.
Lordy.
Good thing I brought a Vegetarian dish or I would've STARVED!
Well, maybe not STARVED....but it would have sucked, nonetheless.
We visit a good friend. Have a nice chat. Drive home.
Then, about 8pm or so the lead singer of my band shows up in tears.
Yes. The big tough lead singer of my Industrial Metal band was in tears.
Girl troubles....AGAIN!
Will spare you the details, but sufice to say it took a few hours to calm him down enough to send him on his way.
THEN...the girlfriend calls!
So I try to talk HER down too. Oh my.
Then this morning, it suddenly occurs to me that I only had THREE DAYS to get stuff ready for the band's two BIG shows this weekend!! ACK!!!
I'm working, calling, taking care of the furry kids, phone rings
It's the lead singer again.
This time......?
CAT trouble!
Does it EVER end?
His kitty-baby is under the Dishwasher, won't come out.
She is a CAT afterall....
He's freaking out. MORE crying.
I've never seen a guy who only wears black and cusses out stragers on the street CRY so much!
He needs some meds...LEGAL ones.
Anyway, long story that I am WAY too tired to type.....but the cat is safe and sound.
Thanks to some power tools and tuna.
So now I have TWO DAYS!!!!!
TWO DAYS!!!!!
I'm never going to get this all done.
Do ALL band managers ALSO become relationship counselors/cat rescuers?
Or is it me.
But, yes. I am blogging to tell you I am WAY too freakin' busy to blog right now....but I hope to get back to it later.
And when YOU figure out how that makes sense.....let me know.
Seriously, this week has been INSANE!!
Sunday was Easter. Did the family dinner thing with my hubby's extended family.Such CARNIVORS, these people!
Meat in the Salads!
Meat in the pasta!
Meat in the soups!
Meat, meat and freakin' MORE meat!!!
Blech!
I tell you....if they could figure out how to add meat the the jello and cookies...they would! Trust me.
Lordy.
Good thing I brought a Vegetarian dish or I would've STARVED!
Well, maybe not STARVED....but it would have sucked, nonetheless.
We visit a good friend. Have a nice chat. Drive home.
Then, about 8pm or so the lead singer of my band shows up in tears.
Yes. The big tough lead singer of my Industrial Metal band was in tears.
Girl troubles....AGAIN!
Will spare you the details, but sufice to say it took a few hours to calm him down enough to send him on his way.
THEN...the girlfriend calls!
So I try to talk HER down too. Oh my.
Then this morning, it suddenly occurs to me that I only had THREE DAYS to get stuff ready for the band's two BIG shows this weekend!! ACK!!!
I'm working, calling, taking care of the furry kids, phone rings
It's the lead singer again.
This time......?
CAT trouble!
Does it EVER end?
His kitty-baby is under the Dishwasher, won't come out.
She is a CAT afterall....
He's freaking out. MORE crying.
I've never seen a guy who only wears black and cusses out stragers on the street CRY so much!
He needs some meds...LEGAL ones.
Anyway, long story that I am WAY too tired to type.....but the cat is safe and sound.
Thanks to some power tools and tuna.
So now I have TWO DAYS!!!!!
TWO DAYS!!!!!
I'm never going to get this all done.
Do ALL band managers ALSO become relationship counselors/cat rescuers?
Or is it me.
But, yes. I am blogging to tell you I am WAY too freakin' busy to blog right now....but I hope to get back to it later.
And when YOU figure out how that makes sense.....let me know.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Bird House
I like my home. Yes, it's small-ish. It's old (not in a cool, historic way. But in a "wow, this house needs a lot of WORK" kind of way).
But, I like my Neighborhood, my home in comfy, it works.
Having said that...YES it DOES need a lot of work! And even though I have lived here for ALMOST 13 years, it seems I almost NEVER have the right combo of money/time/enegry to do much "fixing".
Anyway, right outside my kitchen window is an old vent. It isn't attached to anything any more (not sure why), and was covered over on the inside with some lightweight metal/tin stuff.
The sparrows find this to be the PERFCET location for a Bird House! EVERY year, they come back.
And in the early morning? Boy, they are LOUD!!! Chip, chirp, scitch, scatch, ect.
Several times over the years, the sound was SO LOUD, I was just POSITIVE they were actually INSIDE my kitchen cabinets!
But, no.
I'd open the door, no bird.
So, over the years, I got used to the sound and I barely notice it anymore.
Then, Monday night, my Chow/Akita/Terrier Mix, the infamous Oberon/Obie, just FREAKED OUT in the kitchen.
Bark, bark, yip, yap, whimper, whine.
"OBIE!!! WHAT on EARTH is wrong? It's just the birds outside!"
Obie was not giving up.
So, in an effort to sooth his little doggie mind, I opened the kitchen cabinet. As I have mutiple time in the past.
Expecting to show him there was NOTHING in their except tupperware.
However, imagine my surprise when I turned to look, and there was A BIRD IN MY CABINET!!!!
A male Sparrow.
And he looked down at me like: WTF????? WHY ARE YOU OPENING MY HOUSE?!?!??!?
He did not seem happy with me.
I closed the cabinet.
No way. It COULDN'T be!
I imagined it. I MUST have!
So I openee the cabinet again.
AND THERE WAS STILL A BIRD IN MY KITCHEN CABINET!!!!!
Oh my.
I get my husband.
"We have a small problem in the kitchen."
"What kind of problem?"
"A feathered problem"
So we went back to the kitchen, proped open the back door, and once again opened the cabinet.
OUT flew the sparrow! He was REALLY annoyed by this point.
He flew! He swooped! He zipped from room to room, with Obie, Rosalind, Travis and I following him.
"Fly out the door! Fly out the door!!"
We yell helpfully.
Perhaps, the bird did not speak english.
EVENTUALLY, he either had his fun, or got tired of being chased, and he FINALLY flew out the door.
WHEW!!!
For the rest of the night, Rosalind and Obie kept going back to the cabinet in the kitchen.
"Do it AGAIN Mommy! Do it again!!! That was fun!"
Perhaps, if I ever sell my home, I can use that as a selling point.
After all, HOW many people have an active birdhouse on the INSIDE?
But, I like my Neighborhood, my home in comfy, it works.
Having said that...YES it DOES need a lot of work! And even though I have lived here for ALMOST 13 years, it seems I almost NEVER have the right combo of money/time/enegry to do much "fixing".
Anyway, right outside my kitchen window is an old vent. It isn't attached to anything any more (not sure why), and was covered over on the inside with some lightweight metal/tin stuff.
The sparrows find this to be the PERFCET location for a Bird House! EVERY year, they come back.
And in the early morning? Boy, they are LOUD!!! Chip, chirp, scitch, scatch, ect.
Several times over the years, the sound was SO LOUD, I was just POSITIVE they were actually INSIDE my kitchen cabinets!
But, no.
I'd open the door, no bird.
So, over the years, I got used to the sound and I barely notice it anymore.
Then, Monday night, my Chow/Akita/Terrier Mix, the infamous Oberon/Obie, just FREAKED OUT in the kitchen.
Bark, bark, yip, yap, whimper, whine.
"OBIE!!! WHAT on EARTH is wrong? It's just the birds outside!"
Obie was not giving up.
So, in an effort to sooth his little doggie mind, I opened the kitchen cabinet. As I have mutiple time in the past.
Expecting to show him there was NOTHING in their except tupperware.
However, imagine my surprise when I turned to look, and there was A BIRD IN MY CABINET!!!!
A male Sparrow.
And he looked down at me like: WTF????? WHY ARE YOU OPENING MY HOUSE?!?!??!?
He did not seem happy with me.
I closed the cabinet.
No way. It COULDN'T be!
I imagined it. I MUST have!
So I openee the cabinet again.
AND THERE WAS STILL A BIRD IN MY KITCHEN CABINET!!!!!
Oh my.
I get my husband.
"We have a small problem in the kitchen."
"What kind of problem?"
"A feathered problem"
So we went back to the kitchen, proped open the back door, and once again opened the cabinet.
OUT flew the sparrow! He was REALLY annoyed by this point.
He flew! He swooped! He zipped from room to room, with Obie, Rosalind, Travis and I following him.
"Fly out the door! Fly out the door!!"
We yell helpfully.
Perhaps, the bird did not speak english.
EVENTUALLY, he either had his fun, or got tired of being chased, and he FINALLY flew out the door.
WHEW!!!
For the rest of the night, Rosalind and Obie kept going back to the cabinet in the kitchen.
"Do it AGAIN Mommy! Do it again!!! That was fun!"
Perhaps, if I ever sell my home, I can use that as a selling point.
After all, HOW many people have an active birdhouse on the INSIDE?
Cheyenne - I love you - Goodbye
Cheyenne is gone. It happened Monday. She was ready, but it still hurts.
Cheyenne was a Golden Retriever/Yellow Lab mix. She spent most of her life being "the dog"....NOT family.
The family that owned her before were not loving people. Not kind people.
The dumbass, worthless daughter pawned poor Cheyenne off on her elderly parents when she was about 10 years old.
She lost interest.
A ten year old dog isn't "fun" anymore.
The selfish biznitch might have to....."work".
HEAVEN forbid!
So the elderly father did his best.
But he was married to the "Wicked Witch of Fort Wayne".
Evil, hateful old woman.
She did not want Cheyenne in the house for fear she might get fur in her pristine home.
I will spare you the details, but eventually Cheyenne was sent to the garage.
To live.
Or die.
14 year old bones. NO bed. Lying on the hard cement floor.
Day after day.
Potty in the Garage.
Sleep in the Garage.
Die in the Garage.
A good friend of mine and I basically lied our (CUTE!!) little arses off to get poor Cheyenne out of the goulag.
When I finally got her, she was 14 years old.
Her hair was falling out in clumps.
She was SEVERLY malnourished and dehydrated.
She had an untreated Urinanry Tract infection that had been working on her frail system for MONTHS.
It permanently damaged her kidneys and bladder.
I was afraid she would not make it through the weekend.
That was August 4th, 2008.
Amazingly, after my husband and I got her some medicine, GOOD food, water and an orthapedic bed, she not only improved, she FLOURISHED!!!
She romped in the yard! Chased squirrels! Balls! Dug holes (yeah, THANKS Obie!! Why do they ONLY teach each other the NAUGHTY stuff???). She went on walks and rolled in green grass!
She sat on the couch. Ate pizza crust (her favorite!)! I cooked her meat (I don't cook my HUSBAND meat!!).
She was loved.
Viola, our HUGE Maine Coon would sleep with her each night.
Viola is sleeping on Cheyenn's bed right now.....alone.
Evenyually, poor Cheyenne's body began to break down.
She turned 15 in October.
She stopped eating. Stopped drinking. Stopped romping.
She was READY, I know it. I could tell.
Her eyes said "Okay, seriously? I'm just done now."
I know it was the right thing to do to have her put down. She was ready, it was time.
Why does it still HURT so bad?
Since Febuary 2008, I have lost 5 of my children.
Othello (my most PRECIOUS baby boy) at 13, Molly (Travis' baby, VERY hard for him, VERY hard) also at 13 yrs, Milton (8 1/2 year old ferret...OLD for ferrets!!), and poor sweet Angelou to the..."incident"
It's in my blogs. Don't want to talk about it anymore.
And now Cheyenne.
So, I am left with 6 babies.
3 cats. 2 dogs. 1 ferret.
The house feels oddly empty.
I told the others they are FORBIDDEN to die!!! Or they will be in SERIOUS trouble!!!!
I'll let you know if that works.
Seriously, I need a break. I just cannot DO this anymore. Not for awhile.
The death. Saying Good-Bye. Ashes. The "room" in the Vets office.
It hurts too much.
It sits in my brain. In my soul.
Oh, hey, THIS is fun. The evil old woman who sent Cheyenne to the goulag called my Vet.
She wants my address. Wants to send me a "note".
Can't WAIT for that.
But would I do it again? Take in an animal I knew had a short life span ahead. To help them. To show them some peace and love and comfort in their last days?
Even if it ripped out my soul one more time.
YES.
Always.
It's what I do.
It's WHY I am here.
Cheyenne was a Golden Retriever/Yellow Lab mix. She spent most of her life being "the dog"....NOT family.
The family that owned her before were not loving people. Not kind people.
The dumbass, worthless daughter pawned poor Cheyenne off on her elderly parents when she was about 10 years old.
She lost interest.
A ten year old dog isn't "fun" anymore.
The selfish biznitch might have to....."work".
HEAVEN forbid!
So the elderly father did his best.
But he was married to the "Wicked Witch of Fort Wayne".
Evil, hateful old woman.
She did not want Cheyenne in the house for fear she might get fur in her pristine home.
I will spare you the details, but eventually Cheyenne was sent to the garage.
To live.
Or die.
14 year old bones. NO bed. Lying on the hard cement floor.
Day after day.
Potty in the Garage.
Sleep in the Garage.
Die in the Garage.
A good friend of mine and I basically lied our (CUTE!!) little arses off to get poor Cheyenne out of the goulag.
When I finally got her, she was 14 years old.
Her hair was falling out in clumps.
She was SEVERLY malnourished and dehydrated.
She had an untreated Urinanry Tract infection that had been working on her frail system for MONTHS.
It permanently damaged her kidneys and bladder.
I was afraid she would not make it through the weekend.
That was August 4th, 2008.
Amazingly, after my husband and I got her some medicine, GOOD food, water and an orthapedic bed, she not only improved, she FLOURISHED!!!
She romped in the yard! Chased squirrels! Balls! Dug holes (yeah, THANKS Obie!! Why do they ONLY teach each other the NAUGHTY stuff???). She went on walks and rolled in green grass!
She sat on the couch. Ate pizza crust (her favorite!)! I cooked her meat (I don't cook my HUSBAND meat!!).
She was loved.
Viola, our HUGE Maine Coon would sleep with her each night.
Viola is sleeping on Cheyenn's bed right now.....alone.
Evenyually, poor Cheyenne's body began to break down.
She turned 15 in October.
She stopped eating. Stopped drinking. Stopped romping.
She was READY, I know it. I could tell.
Her eyes said "Okay, seriously? I'm just done now."
I know it was the right thing to do to have her put down. She was ready, it was time.
Why does it still HURT so bad?
Since Febuary 2008, I have lost 5 of my children.
Othello (my most PRECIOUS baby boy) at 13, Molly (Travis' baby, VERY hard for him, VERY hard) also at 13 yrs, Milton (8 1/2 year old ferret...OLD for ferrets!!), and poor sweet Angelou to the..."incident"
It's in my blogs. Don't want to talk about it anymore.
And now Cheyenne.
So, I am left with 6 babies.
3 cats. 2 dogs. 1 ferret.
The house feels oddly empty.
I told the others they are FORBIDDEN to die!!! Or they will be in SERIOUS trouble!!!!
I'll let you know if that works.
Seriously, I need a break. I just cannot DO this anymore. Not for awhile.
The death. Saying Good-Bye. Ashes. The "room" in the Vets office.
It hurts too much.
It sits in my brain. In my soul.
Oh, hey, THIS is fun. The evil old woman who sent Cheyenne to the goulag called my Vet.
She wants my address. Wants to send me a "note".
Can't WAIT for that.
But would I do it again? Take in an animal I knew had a short life span ahead. To help them. To show them some peace and love and comfort in their last days?
Even if it ripped out my soul one more time.
YES.
Always.
It's what I do.
It's WHY I am here.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The Spagetti Incident....
When our Dalmations, Molly and Othello, were still alive, they were an ENDLESS source of entertainment!!
And it seemed that a LOT of their antics revolved around food.
So here is the first in a series of TRUE Dalmation stories:
THE SPAGETTI INCIDENT (Also known as the Case of the Traveling Trubador)
We had Othello since he was just a little puppy. He was born deaf, a common trait in Dalmations. There were challenges with that, but benefits too. One being that a dog that can't HEAR tends to not BARK very much.
We adopted Molly from a family was moving across the country (for a job) and were being put up in a NO PETS apartment by their employer. They loved her greatly, and they wanted her in a loving home, PREFERABLY with people who had experience with Dalmations already as they can be......unique!
We were happy to take her in, and she was the same age as our Othello!
But Molly could hear just fine......and OH BABY.....could she BARK!
Being in a NEW home surrounded by NEW sounds, she barked a LOT those first few weeks!!!
Sometime shortly after we adopted her, a musician from the college on our corner came to our house just as we were getting ready for our Spagetti dinner.
He had his acustic guitar with him, and some of his self produced CD's, and he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
It was a beautiful June night, and we both love music, so we sat on our porch, on the swing and listened to him play.
Naturally, when he FIRST came to the door, Molly (our new "doorbell") barked like CRAZY, as if to say "WARNING! WARNING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!"
I was initially worried that she would bark through the young man's ENTIRE performance!
Othello, calm big boy that he was, sat quietly on the porch with us and watched. (Always making sure this strange dude did NOT get too close to his mommy!)
I remember feeling relieved when Molly quieted down.
I remember thinking that maybe she was FINALLY getting used to things around here!
I also remeber being somewhat surprised that she was NOT on the porch.
In fact, she wasn't even at the screen door.....odd.....
The traveling trubador fished his set list, we thanked him, bought one of his CD'S, and went back in to eat our Spagetti dinner.
Except. SOMEONE had already done that for us!
Oh yes, there before us was the dining room table, tablecloth puuled almost completely off....and two EMPTY plates that minutes ago held Spagetti. Not to mention a totally EMPTY bread basket.
And there was our Molly. Sitting beside the table. Red marinara sauce all OVER her mostly white face.
And she kinda looked at us like "OH! Back already? Ummmm.....how was the music?"
And for YEARS after that, almost until her death in April of last year, EVERY TIME we had Spagetti, she RUN to the door and bark WILDLY...hoping to get us to abandon our dinner in search of a non-existant Trubador on our porch.
At least she left us the wine.
And it seemed that a LOT of their antics revolved around food.
So here is the first in a series of TRUE Dalmation stories:
THE SPAGETTI INCIDENT (Also known as the Case of the Traveling Trubador)
We had Othello since he was just a little puppy. He was born deaf, a common trait in Dalmations. There were challenges with that, but benefits too. One being that a dog that can't HEAR tends to not BARK very much.
We adopted Molly from a family was moving across the country (for a job) and were being put up in a NO PETS apartment by their employer. They loved her greatly, and they wanted her in a loving home, PREFERABLY with people who had experience with Dalmations already as they can be......unique!
We were happy to take her in, and she was the same age as our Othello!
But Molly could hear just fine......and OH BABY.....could she BARK!
Being in a NEW home surrounded by NEW sounds, she barked a LOT those first few weeks!!!
Sometime shortly after we adopted her, a musician from the college on our corner came to our house just as we were getting ready for our Spagetti dinner.
He had his acustic guitar with him, and some of his self produced CD's, and he asked if he could play a few songs for us.
It was a beautiful June night, and we both love music, so we sat on our porch, on the swing and listened to him play.
Naturally, when he FIRST came to the door, Molly (our new "doorbell") barked like CRAZY, as if to say "WARNING! WARNING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!"
I was initially worried that she would bark through the young man's ENTIRE performance!
Othello, calm big boy that he was, sat quietly on the porch with us and watched. (Always making sure this strange dude did NOT get too close to his mommy!)
I remember feeling relieved when Molly quieted down.
I remember thinking that maybe she was FINALLY getting used to things around here!
I also remeber being somewhat surprised that she was NOT on the porch.
In fact, she wasn't even at the screen door.....odd.....
The traveling trubador fished his set list, we thanked him, bought one of his CD'S, and went back in to eat our Spagetti dinner.
Except. SOMEONE had already done that for us!
Oh yes, there before us was the dining room table, tablecloth puuled almost completely off....and two EMPTY plates that minutes ago held Spagetti. Not to mention a totally EMPTY bread basket.
And there was our Molly. Sitting beside the table. Red marinara sauce all OVER her mostly white face.
And she kinda looked at us like "OH! Back already? Ummmm.....how was the music?"
And for YEARS after that, almost until her death in April of last year, EVERY TIME we had Spagetti, she RUN to the door and bark WILDLY...hoping to get us to abandon our dinner in search of a non-existant Trubador on our porch.
At least she left us the wine.
FAMILY
Here it is....blogging about my family. Oh Lord TODAY....am I ready? Apparently.
Short Synopsis (most of you know this already anyway!): Born Mach 22nd, 1970, Single Mom. Had an affair with married man (he had 3 kids), dunno ANYTHING else about him, do not CARE at ths point. (If ANY of you refer to me as a "bastard". "out of wedlock" or "illegitamate"....I will find you...and kill you...)
Raised in a SMALL conservative town. My mom was called all sorts of names....sorry, still not ready to go there.
If any a woman was a candidate for abortion...she was IT! She was from a poor farming family..."he" was a "richy-rich" and a "name" in our small town.
My mom was Pretty, VERY pretty.
"He" was smooth, and he lied, and he had money.
And "he" had a family...children...and a wife who...(wait for it...)...DID NOT UNDERSTAND HIM.............
And my mother, bless her, wanted to BELIEVE him. She wanted to be LOVED. She wanted to be....SOMEONE...
And she WAS....until....OH LORD. PLEASE! NO!
He doesn't love me, does he? What about his wife? His kids?
What will my parents say?...How will I care for this.....oh, help me.
And there I was. And I did not know.
I was a cute baby (OF COURSE!!!), and she loved me. And her family loved me.
And he never saw me. And he could care less.
Yes, fine. I had trouble with men. I made bad choices. I was looking to "save" them...and myself.
I wanted to make it right. To show "him" I was worth Something.
Anything,
I think "he" came toher funeral, maybe.
I think I spoke to "him"....maybe.
He seemed shocked to see me. At 28. A real Human being.
Not a "mistake". Not an "illegitamate child". Not a "bastard".
A REAL living, breathing person.
With FEELINGS.
With THOUGHTS.
With a SOUL.
I was Real.....I AM real.
I AM a REAL person.
I DO Exit.
I AM human.
I. Am. Not. A. Joke.
I. Was. NOT...a MISTAKE.
I'm HERE.
I miss HER so much.
"Him"...no...not at all.
But, he should miss ME....because I was worth it.
I AM worth it.
Right?
Short Synopsis (most of you know this already anyway!): Born Mach 22nd, 1970, Single Mom. Had an affair with married man (he had 3 kids), dunno ANYTHING else about him, do not CARE at ths point. (If ANY of you refer to me as a "bastard". "out of wedlock" or "illegitamate"....I will find you...and kill you...)
Raised in a SMALL conservative town. My mom was called all sorts of names....sorry, still not ready to go there.
If any a woman was a candidate for abortion...she was IT! She was from a poor farming family..."he" was a "richy-rich" and a "name" in our small town.
My mom was Pretty, VERY pretty.
"He" was smooth, and he lied, and he had money.
And "he" had a family...children...and a wife who...(wait for it...)...DID NOT UNDERSTAND HIM.............
And my mother, bless her, wanted to BELIEVE him. She wanted to be LOVED. She wanted to be....SOMEONE...
And she WAS....until....OH LORD. PLEASE! NO!
He doesn't love me, does he? What about his wife? His kids?
What will my parents say?...How will I care for this.....oh, help me.
And there I was. And I did not know.
I was a cute baby (OF COURSE!!!), and she loved me. And her family loved me.
And he never saw me. And he could care less.
Yes, fine. I had trouble with men. I made bad choices. I was looking to "save" them...and myself.
I wanted to make it right. To show "him" I was worth Something.
Anything,
I think "he" came toher funeral, maybe.
I think I spoke to "him"....maybe.
He seemed shocked to see me. At 28. A real Human being.
Not a "mistake". Not an "illegitamate child". Not a "bastard".
A REAL living, breathing person.
With FEELINGS.
With THOUGHTS.
With a SOUL.
I was Real.....I AM real.
I AM a REAL person.
I DO Exit.
I AM human.
I. Am. Not. A. Joke.
I. Was. NOT...a MISTAKE.
I'm HERE.
I miss HER so much.
"Him"...no...not at all.
But, he should miss ME....because I was worth it.
I AM worth it.
Right?
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
ORANGES in my car.....
Fort Wayne is known as the "City of Churches". An appropriate description, to be sure!
We have churches...EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!
And, we have (I think) almost EVERY DENOMINATION POSSIBLE available....SOMEWHERE in our town.
Not to mention Jewish (two Synagoges, I believe), a Buddist Temple, Jehovas Witness, Hindus, Mormons, Catholics (I do NOT consider them to be "Christians"...kinda long story I'll share sometime....),Wiccans, Agnostics, Atheists and MANY others I have undoubtedly missed.
We also have Nation of Islam......right down the street from where I live.
Now, I am ashamed to admit I do NOT know a great deal about their beliefs.
(I could google it...but I'm lazy like that.....).
What I DO know, is they have a very AFRO-CENTRIC view of religion.
Fine, except I believe that makes them RACIST....in a DIFFERENT way.
Nonetheless, I must state that with all of the Nation of Islam people in my neighborhood, they have NEVER caused me ANY problems....
EXCEPT FOR THE DAMN ORANGES IN MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every Monday thru Saturday, there they are, young (CUTE!) Black men in their sharp suits and polished shoes.
At the corner, the main intersection in my neighborhood, at the stoplight.
With bags and bags or bananas, apples, Nation of Islam lierature.....ORANGES.
I swear to you, I get stopped at that light EVERY DAY!!!!!!!!
And then here they come.......
If your window is rolled down, they stick ORANGES in my car, had me a Nation of Islam pamphlet.....and ask me for money.
"Just a dollar, Sister, to pay for the ORANGE"....
I don't LIKE oranges.....TASTE good.....too much work to eat....
And if they don't like WHITE people (and, TRUST ME.... I am SO white....ALBINOS look TAN next to me!!!), then WHY do they want ME to know about their faith?
What do they think I'm gonna do.....STOP being white?
And, if I can accept them and love them for who they are.......why can't THEY do the same for ME???
And if I smile, give them a slight wave...and keep my windows rolled UP......does that make me a RACIST?
My Godson is mixed. The member of the band I manage that I care for the most is mixed. The friend (CRAZY, though she my be) that I have had for almost 30 YEARS!!!!!!......(oh, I... Am.....OLD!!!) is black.
I STILL think Prince is one SEXXY MF (as his song goes...oh YEAH baby...!!!)
I am PROUD to finally have a BLACK (okay...mixed) president!!!
Baby, I hate LOTS of people....but for GOOD REASONS!!!!
If you want to HATE somebody, there are LOTS of good reason, BESIDES their race...TRUST ME!!!
So their they are.....with their ORANGES.....and their literature....and their sharp suits....
And I smile.....and I wave them away.......
Because I am NOT a racist......
But I just DON'T want ORANGES in my car.......
We have churches...EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!
And, we have (I think) almost EVERY DENOMINATION POSSIBLE available....SOMEWHERE in our town.
Not to mention Jewish (two Synagoges, I believe), a Buddist Temple, Jehovas Witness, Hindus, Mormons, Catholics (I do NOT consider them to be "Christians"...kinda long story I'll share sometime....),Wiccans, Agnostics, Atheists and MANY others I have undoubtedly missed.
We also have Nation of Islam......right down the street from where I live.
Now, I am ashamed to admit I do NOT know a great deal about their beliefs.
(I could google it...but I'm lazy like that.....).
What I DO know, is they have a very AFRO-CENTRIC view of religion.
Fine, except I believe that makes them RACIST....in a DIFFERENT way.
Nonetheless, I must state that with all of the Nation of Islam people in my neighborhood, they have NEVER caused me ANY problems....
EXCEPT FOR THE DAMN ORANGES IN MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Every Monday thru Saturday, there they are, young (CUTE!) Black men in their sharp suits and polished shoes.
At the corner, the main intersection in my neighborhood, at the stoplight.
With bags and bags or bananas, apples, Nation of Islam lierature.....ORANGES.
I swear to you, I get stopped at that light EVERY DAY!!!!!!!!
And then here they come.......
If your window is rolled down, they stick ORANGES in my car, had me a Nation of Islam pamphlet.....and ask me for money.
"Just a dollar, Sister, to pay for the ORANGE"....
I don't LIKE oranges.....TASTE good.....too much work to eat....
And if they don't like WHITE people (and, TRUST ME.... I am SO white....ALBINOS look TAN next to me!!!), then WHY do they want ME to know about their faith?
What do they think I'm gonna do.....STOP being white?
And, if I can accept them and love them for who they are.......why can't THEY do the same for ME???
And if I smile, give them a slight wave...and keep my windows rolled UP......does that make me a RACIST?
My Godson is mixed. The member of the band I manage that I care for the most is mixed. The friend (CRAZY, though she my be) that I have had for almost 30 YEARS!!!!!!......(oh, I... Am.....OLD!!!) is black.
I STILL think Prince is one SEXXY MF (as his song goes...oh YEAH baby...!!!)
I am PROUD to finally have a BLACK (okay...mixed) president!!!
Baby, I hate LOTS of people....but for GOOD REASONS!!!!
If you want to HATE somebody, there are LOTS of good reason, BESIDES their race...TRUST ME!!!
So their they are.....with their ORANGES.....and their literature....and their sharp suits....
And I smile.....and I wave them away.......
Because I am NOT a racist......
But I just DON'T want ORANGES in my car.......
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I'm every freakin' where!!!
Oh, babe! I JUST noticed that I have one, two, three, four, five different places that I blog!
HOW did this happen?
Seth just gave me my first computer in NOVEMBER of 2008!
What the HELL am I doing????
Ahhh.....guess since I can no longer go OFF on the radio, I have found my NEW medium....SCARY!
If you are curious, here are some other places you can find me:
For true GLBT Activism, find me at http://www.gaywallet.com
I'm there under Susan Harley.
For a more "social" GLBT site, go to http://www.pridebook.com
I forget, I'm either under Harley (Maiden name) or Fisher (Married). Just look for me. Cool site, kinda new-ish, LOTS of cool people on BOTH Gay Wallet AND Pridebook!
Of course, even though my17 year old Godson was APPALLED to discover that an "old crone" like ME has Myspace.....
I'm THERE!!!
Sorry, I think it's FUN!
http://www.myspace.com/unidiversalsusan
I'm on Facebook too, but truthfully, I don't really like Facebook, I find it pretty lame. I really only sigen up because my hubby is on there and I wanted to join him
Look for me if you want, but it ain't that interesting.
For anyone who STILL doesn't know.....I am on the Ministry Team of a GLBT church.
Although they don't have a BLOG, per se, I'm there.
PLUS, we are a VERY open and welcoming group. Check it out!!
www.unidiversal.com
At this moment, despite the tranny in my band giving me FITS, I am STILL the manager for Surrender Your Innocence (formerally Supplementary Irreverence).
They are a VERY talented group of musicians, drug addled as they may be.
http://www.myspace.com/surrenderyourinnocence
Also, if you want to get REALLY wild, check out Mark Of the Beast (MOB).
Look, I know some of you may be freaked out by some of the topics/posts/ect., but it populated with CRAZY smart, cool people, and I absoluetly ADORE the wriring of Anntichrist Coulter (the blog moderator). A real eye opener.
Now, I don't BLOG there exactly, but it is a source for a wealth of information!
http://antichristscoulter.blogspot.com
Also, this is someone elses blog, but he is a dear, sweet, kind, intelligent man.
http://just-when-you-think.blogspot.com
So, there, that should give you something to do if you get REALLY bored sometime!
HOW did this happen?
Seth just gave me my first computer in NOVEMBER of 2008!
What the HELL am I doing????
Ahhh.....guess since I can no longer go OFF on the radio, I have found my NEW medium....SCARY!
If you are curious, here are some other places you can find me:
For true GLBT Activism, find me at http://www.gaywallet.com
I'm there under Susan Harley.
For a more "social" GLBT site, go to http://www.pridebook.com
I forget, I'm either under Harley (Maiden name) or Fisher (Married). Just look for me. Cool site, kinda new-ish, LOTS of cool people on BOTH Gay Wallet AND Pridebook!
Of course, even though my17 year old Godson was APPALLED to discover that an "old crone" like ME has Myspace.....
I'm THERE!!!
Sorry, I think it's FUN!
http://www.myspace.com/unidiversalsusan
I'm on Facebook too, but truthfully, I don't really like Facebook, I find it pretty lame. I really only sigen up because my hubby is on there and I wanted to join him
Look for me if you want, but it ain't that interesting.
For anyone who STILL doesn't know.....I am on the Ministry Team of a GLBT church.
Although they don't have a BLOG, per se, I'm there.
PLUS, we are a VERY open and welcoming group. Check it out!!
www.unidiversal.com
At this moment, despite the tranny in my band giving me FITS, I am STILL the manager for Surrender Your Innocence (formerally Supplementary Irreverence).
They are a VERY talented group of musicians, drug addled as they may be.
http://www.myspace.com/surrenderyourinnocence
Also, if you want to get REALLY wild, check out Mark Of the Beast (MOB).
Look, I know some of you may be freaked out by some of the topics/posts/ect., but it populated with CRAZY smart, cool people, and I absoluetly ADORE the wriring of Anntichrist Coulter (the blog moderator). A real eye opener.
Now, I don't BLOG there exactly, but it is a source for a wealth of information!
http://antichristscoulter.blogspot.com
Also, this is someone elses blog, but he is a dear, sweet, kind, intelligent man.
http://just-when-you-think.blogspot.com
So, there, that should give you something to do if you get REALLY bored sometime!
Monday, March 30, 2009
I AM SO SICK OF BEING IN THE MIDDLE!!!!
I'm TOO nice, I'm TOO angry, I'm TOO Liberal, I'm TOO conservative. I'm ALWAYS TOO....SOMETHING!!!
WHEN can it be okay to just be......me?
You know the downside of trying to celebrate diversity?
The diverse friends you collect.....HATE EACH OTHER!!!!!!!
I can't win. EVER! No matter WHAT I do, SOMEONE thinks I am a total MORON!!!!
In a way, I really don't care.
In another way....I ALWAYS care.
No matter HOW hard I work or HOW hard I try, everyday, I WILL piss SOMEBODY off!
Yeah, I know. I'm almost 40. Shouldn't I have figured that out a LONG time ago???
Yet, my very NATURE allows me to relate to a WIDE variety of people. This is what I was MADE to do. To RELATE. To CONSOLE. To LOVE. To show COMPASSION. To celebrate DIVERSITY. To ACCEPT.
I WANT to do this. I was BORN to do this.
My mental illness gets in the way.
No matter WHO I reach out to or what "fringe" group they belong to, something I do, some basic part of who I am.....is "wrong".
The Transgender girl/boy in the band I manage is giving me FITS!!
I worked my ASS off for her/him!! Okay, I did it for the mixed/lesbian I have known since she was a child who is ALSO in the band. I feel very MOTHERLY towards her.
But still. If I can accept the drug addaled, pyscho, transgender girl/boy for who s/he is, WHY can't s/he accept ME for who I am?
Why is it ME who always has to change? Why am I laways the one who is.....wrong?
Fine. I known these people NEED someone. They NEED to be shown LOVE, ACCEPTANCE,TOLERANCE.
They've been screwed over ROYALLY in their lives.
SOMEONE needs to show them some LOVE and COMPASSION.
It's the same old story of my life.
I'm TOO normal for the FREAKS, and TOO freaky for the NORMAL people. I fit in everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I'm so tired of it.
When can it be okay to love Industrial Metal Music and Pedicure parties?
When can it be okay to be a Christian and a straight GLBT Activist?
When can it be okay to love animals, be a Vegetarian, and still think PETA does some weird crap sometimes?
When can it be okay to be supportive of "alternative" (HATE that phrase!!!) "lifestyles" and yet be ridiculed for my mostly "convential" one?
When can it be okay to be......me?
To be Susan.
To have Purple streaks in my hair and to love Jesus?
To enjoy Industrial Music and to want to be home to fix my sweet, hardworking hubby dinner?
To absolutely ADORE my GLBT friends and still hope to NOT be considered a "freak" by many of the "Christians" I know?
To be proud of my GLBT Church and to be friends of Atheists?
To not really be "into" porn and think it is awesomely HILARIOURS to find out a friend is putting a "GLory Hole" in his closet?
To be an overweight Vegetarian?
To want to paint my nails Green and to think that being unable to express oneself WITHOUT using the "F-word" shows lack of creativity.
To Adore Carrie Underwood and to HATE Country "Music"?
To LOVE "Pysch" On USA& think that reality TV (American Idol included) is worthless, pointless drivel.
When, when WHEN will it be okay to be.........Susan?
To be Different/the same? To be Liberal/Conservative? To be Open Minded/yet VERY Opinionated?
To be a little bit Rock-N-Roll and a Little bit Techno?
To sometimes feel like a NUT, sometimes don't?
To be someone OTHER than Jan Brady?
When will it finally be okay to be poor, pathetic, mixed up me?
Because I am QUITE sure the being SUSAN is the ONLY person I REALLY know how to be!
WHEN can it be okay to just be......me?
You know the downside of trying to celebrate diversity?
The diverse friends you collect.....HATE EACH OTHER!!!!!!!
I can't win. EVER! No matter WHAT I do, SOMEONE thinks I am a total MORON!!!!
In a way, I really don't care.
In another way....I ALWAYS care.
No matter HOW hard I work or HOW hard I try, everyday, I WILL piss SOMEBODY off!
Yeah, I know. I'm almost 40. Shouldn't I have figured that out a LONG time ago???
Yet, my very NATURE allows me to relate to a WIDE variety of people. This is what I was MADE to do. To RELATE. To CONSOLE. To LOVE. To show COMPASSION. To celebrate DIVERSITY. To ACCEPT.
I WANT to do this. I was BORN to do this.
My mental illness gets in the way.
No matter WHO I reach out to or what "fringe" group they belong to, something I do, some basic part of who I am.....is "wrong".
The Transgender girl/boy in the band I manage is giving me FITS!!
I worked my ASS off for her/him!! Okay, I did it for the mixed/lesbian I have known since she was a child who is ALSO in the band. I feel very MOTHERLY towards her.
But still. If I can accept the drug addaled, pyscho, transgender girl/boy for who s/he is, WHY can't s/he accept ME for who I am?
Why is it ME who always has to change? Why am I laways the one who is.....wrong?
Fine. I known these people NEED someone. They NEED to be shown LOVE, ACCEPTANCE,TOLERANCE.
They've been screwed over ROYALLY in their lives.
SOMEONE needs to show them some LOVE and COMPASSION.
It's the same old story of my life.
I'm TOO normal for the FREAKS, and TOO freaky for the NORMAL people. I fit in everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I'm so tired of it.
When can it be okay to love Industrial Metal Music and Pedicure parties?
When can it be okay to be a Christian and a straight GLBT Activist?
When can it be okay to love animals, be a Vegetarian, and still think PETA does some weird crap sometimes?
When can it be okay to be supportive of "alternative" (HATE that phrase!!!) "lifestyles" and yet be ridiculed for my mostly "convential" one?
When can it be okay to be......me?
To be Susan.
To have Purple streaks in my hair and to love Jesus?
To enjoy Industrial Music and to want to be home to fix my sweet, hardworking hubby dinner?
To absolutely ADORE my GLBT friends and still hope to NOT be considered a "freak" by many of the "Christians" I know?
To be proud of my GLBT Church and to be friends of Atheists?
To not really be "into" porn and think it is awesomely HILARIOURS to find out a friend is putting a "GLory Hole" in his closet?
To be an overweight Vegetarian?
To want to paint my nails Green and to think that being unable to express oneself WITHOUT using the "F-word" shows lack of creativity.
To Adore Carrie Underwood and to HATE Country "Music"?
To LOVE "Pysch" On USA& think that reality TV (American Idol included) is worthless, pointless drivel.
When, when WHEN will it be okay to be.........Susan?
To be Different/the same? To be Liberal/Conservative? To be Open Minded/yet VERY Opinionated?
To be a little bit Rock-N-Roll and a Little bit Techno?
To sometimes feel like a NUT, sometimes don't?
To be someone OTHER than Jan Brady?
When will it finally be okay to be poor, pathetic, mixed up me?
Because I am QUITE sure the being SUSAN is the ONLY person I REALLY know how to be!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Equal?
Weddings, I'm not a huge fan. Oh sure, I enjoy celebrating the union of two people who love each other. But, I never DREAMED of weddings as a child. They're nice, but usually UNBEARABLY long and lots of pomp and circumstance that bore me silly.
That being said, my husband and I went to a wedding last night that was (blessedly) shorter that MOST, and had enough of the couples personality in it to make it fun and a TRUE celebration of the two unique people getting married. VERY sweet indeed!
At the reception, we sat with several couples, one of whom is a lovely gay couple. They married in Canada almost five years ago. One is a Teacher (works with MY hubby), the other is an AMAZING artist who has had his work recognized at the WHITE HOUSE!! Just two fun, adorable, wonderful people.
The (bland) DJ played a song and invited ALL of the marreid couples to get on the dance floor. Now, the Bride and Groom would have welcomed their gay friends to join them and trip the light fantastic. But, despite the gentle proding of MANY people at our table, this couple declined. They did not want to "ruin" their friends wedding reception by dancing together.
Very thoughtful friends indeed.
BUT......how very sad that they had to take that into consideration! The idea that two people, who love each other and are in a committed relationship, cannot DANCE together at a friend's wedding for fear of RUINING the celebration!!
Granted, MY dancing has undoubtedly ruined MANY a celebration...but that is ANOTHER matter!
I hope someday soon, the site of two men or two woman DANCING togther will no longer be seen as grounds for 'RUINING" a celebration.
Unless, of course, they BOTH dance like me!
That being said, my husband and I went to a wedding last night that was (blessedly) shorter that MOST, and had enough of the couples personality in it to make it fun and a TRUE celebration of the two unique people getting married. VERY sweet indeed!
At the reception, we sat with several couples, one of whom is a lovely gay couple. They married in Canada almost five years ago. One is a Teacher (works with MY hubby), the other is an AMAZING artist who has had his work recognized at the WHITE HOUSE!! Just two fun, adorable, wonderful people.
The (bland) DJ played a song and invited ALL of the marreid couples to get on the dance floor. Now, the Bride and Groom would have welcomed their gay friends to join them and trip the light fantastic. But, despite the gentle proding of MANY people at our table, this couple declined. They did not want to "ruin" their friends wedding reception by dancing together.
Very thoughtful friends indeed.
BUT......how very sad that they had to take that into consideration! The idea that two people, who love each other and are in a committed relationship, cannot DANCE together at a friend's wedding for fear of RUINING the celebration!!
Granted, MY dancing has undoubtedly ruined MANY a celebration...but that is ANOTHER matter!
I hope someday soon, the site of two men or two woman DANCING togther will no longer be seen as grounds for 'RUINING" a celebration.
Unless, of course, they BOTH dance like me!
Genocidal Jindal
A friend of mine on the blogosphere, Anntichrist Coulter, has a blog called "Mark Of the Beast". Adults only to be sure! She's an animal lover like me! She's also a "Flaming Atheist" as she calls it, very NOT like me.
But she is "good people" as they say. She's had an interesting life, and many experiences that would surely have destroyed a weaker soul.
Even if I don't always agree with her, she is CRAZY smart, and I enjoy her writing style. I respect her GREATLY!!!
She lives in the NOLA area, and many of her blog entries detail the...."interesting" people she encounters there. Mostly, worthless, hillbilly MORONS!! Oh, can I EVER relate to that!!! It's SICK what she has to deal with!
Recently, she posted something I thought was important to share. Their Governor, Bobby Jindal, passed a law that people on medicade/medicare (I get the 2 confused), that do NOT have children, are children themselves, or live in a nursing home, must be limited to 5 perscriptions a month!!
Heck, I take almost 5 perscriptions a month! So someone like my friend Seth, for example, would possibly have to give up some of his much needed meds, or find another way to pay for them!! Can you imagine? It's disgusting!
Annti calls him Genocidal Jindal because she feels this is all part of his "ethnic cleansing" of the poor and disabled.
She may be right. How could he DO that to ANYONE??? Disgusting.
I just wanted to share this link with you, check it out if you want. And lets hope SOMETHING changes there! (And our that Crazy Mitch Daniels doesn't get any ideas!!)
http://anntichristscoulter.blogspot.com/2009/03/genocidal-jindal-step-3-ultimate.html
http://mobstorage.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-3-in-genocidal-jindals-plan-to.html
But she is "good people" as they say. She's had an interesting life, and many experiences that would surely have destroyed a weaker soul.
Even if I don't always agree with her, she is CRAZY smart, and I enjoy her writing style. I respect her GREATLY!!!
She lives in the NOLA area, and many of her blog entries detail the...."interesting" people she encounters there. Mostly, worthless, hillbilly MORONS!! Oh, can I EVER relate to that!!! It's SICK what she has to deal with!
Recently, she posted something I thought was important to share. Their Governor, Bobby Jindal, passed a law that people on medicade/medicare (I get the 2 confused), that do NOT have children, are children themselves, or live in a nursing home, must be limited to 5 perscriptions a month!!
Heck, I take almost 5 perscriptions a month! So someone like my friend Seth, for example, would possibly have to give up some of his much needed meds, or find another way to pay for them!! Can you imagine? It's disgusting!
Annti calls him Genocidal Jindal because she feels this is all part of his "ethnic cleansing" of the poor and disabled.
She may be right. How could he DO that to ANYONE??? Disgusting.
I just wanted to share this link with you, check it out if you want. And lets hope SOMETHING changes there! (And our that Crazy Mitch Daniels doesn't get any ideas!!)
http://anntichristscoulter.blogspot.com/2009/03/genocidal-jindal-step-3-ultimate.html
http://mobstorage.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-3-in-genocidal-jindals-plan-to.html
Thursday, March 26, 2009
So NOW what?
I turned 39 on March 22nd, 2009....so NOW what?? I swear, I thought I was going to be a grown-up by now......but apparently that's NOT gonna happen!
Even though I am not "gainfully employed", I am pretty darn busy!
I have my band to manage http://www.myspace.com/surrenderyourinnoocence . I have my awesome church www.unidiversal.com , plus LOTS of ideas for our furure in regards to Pets and Animals Ministry!!
I have my furry babies to care for. Seven, for now. Cheyenne, the 15 year old rescue dog is going downhill quickly, so I am not sure what will be happening with her in the near future.
I am not really BOTHERED by turning 39. Seems okay so far. I just feel like I am MISSING....something.
What? Don't know.
It feels like I SHOULD be doing something....just wish I could figure out WHAT the heck it is!
Did you guys feel like that, at any point? Feel like you can't put your finger on it...but something is wrong/missing/weird??
Guess I'll know soon enough.
So, in the meantime......39 isn't too old to wear silver hotpants and neon pink platfrom shoes..
is it?
Even though I am not "gainfully employed", I am pretty darn busy!
I have my band to manage http://www.myspace.com/surrenderyourinnoocence . I have my awesome church www.unidiversal.com , plus LOTS of ideas for our furure in regards to Pets and Animals Ministry!!
I have my furry babies to care for. Seven, for now. Cheyenne, the 15 year old rescue dog is going downhill quickly, so I am not sure what will be happening with her in the near future.
I am not really BOTHERED by turning 39. Seems okay so far. I just feel like I am MISSING....something.
What? Don't know.
It feels like I SHOULD be doing something....just wish I could figure out WHAT the heck it is!
Did you guys feel like that, at any point? Feel like you can't put your finger on it...but something is wrong/missing/weird??
Guess I'll know soon enough.
So, in the meantime......39 isn't too old to wear silver hotpants and neon pink platfrom shoes..
is it?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Somewhere along the way....I lost my marbles...
I mean, yeah, the title of my blog kinda "confirms" that notion....but WHEN, exactly, did it happen?
I could have SWORN I was born a "normal" child.
Well, um......okay, maybe not "normal" in the traditional sense.
Normal: I had imaginary friends.
Not Normal: They were all animals, that talked.
Normal: I loved to read my "Golden Books".
Not Normal: I read either in the "downward dog" position in Yoga, or hanging upsidedown from the edge of the couch.
Normal: I was born into a farming family, and Grandpa was a butcher.
Not normal: I considered the cows to be BIG dogs, and begged to be a Vegetarian at 5 years old.
Normal: Barbies, Barbies, Barbies!!!!! LOVED them!!!
Not Normal: I did NOT like the Blonde ones. In fact, I BEGGED my mother to buy me Black Barbies because they were SO much prettier...and she did. (I also loved my "Seniorita" Hispanic Barbie, my Redhead Barbie, and my Black (afro) Ken dolls....)
Normal: Church going family
Not Normal: Single mom who was FREQUENTLY kicked out of the "church" for being "unwed". AND, she taught me to celebrate Diversity and that God loves ALL people/animals. No Exceptions.
Normal: Little girls LOVE things that are pretty and that fly. Birds, butterflies, ladybugs, fairies....
Not Normal: I loved ALL of those, but my FAVORITE were...BATS!!!
Normal: Little girls love small furry animals: Bunnies, Chipmunks, Squirrels...
Not Normal: Loved them...PLUS....mice, rats (rats ROCK), ferrets.....
Normal: Loves to be "cute", dress-up, but evolves and changes into a Sophisticated Style.
Not Normal: I STILL love: glitter, rainbows, ribbons, sparkles, color, bling, pink, purple, bold, glam, no rules!!!
Hmmmmm........looking back on it all, maybe I was BORN this way?
Maybe I was never destined to be "Normal".
Maybe I was destined to be something......better.....
Freaks/Weirdos/Crazies unite!!!!
We got some fairy dust to sprinkle about......
I could have SWORN I was born a "normal" child.
Well, um......okay, maybe not "normal" in the traditional sense.
Normal: I had imaginary friends.
Not Normal: They were all animals, that talked.
Normal: I loved to read my "Golden Books".
Not Normal: I read either in the "downward dog" position in Yoga, or hanging upsidedown from the edge of the couch.
Normal: I was born into a farming family, and Grandpa was a butcher.
Not normal: I considered the cows to be BIG dogs, and begged to be a Vegetarian at 5 years old.
Normal: Barbies, Barbies, Barbies!!!!! LOVED them!!!
Not Normal: I did NOT like the Blonde ones. In fact, I BEGGED my mother to buy me Black Barbies because they were SO much prettier...and she did. (I also loved my "Seniorita" Hispanic Barbie, my Redhead Barbie, and my Black (afro) Ken dolls....)
Normal: Church going family
Not Normal: Single mom who was FREQUENTLY kicked out of the "church" for being "unwed". AND, she taught me to celebrate Diversity and that God loves ALL people/animals. No Exceptions.
Normal: Little girls LOVE things that are pretty and that fly. Birds, butterflies, ladybugs, fairies....
Not Normal: I loved ALL of those, but my FAVORITE were...BATS!!!
Normal: Little girls love small furry animals: Bunnies, Chipmunks, Squirrels...
Not Normal: Loved them...PLUS....mice, rats (rats ROCK), ferrets.....
Normal: Loves to be "cute", dress-up, but evolves and changes into a Sophisticated Style.
Not Normal: I STILL love: glitter, rainbows, ribbons, sparkles, color, bling, pink, purple, bold, glam, no rules!!!
Hmmmmm........looking back on it all, maybe I was BORN this way?
Maybe I was never destined to be "Normal".
Maybe I was destined to be something......better.....
Freaks/Weirdos/Crazies unite!!!!
We got some fairy dust to sprinkle about......
Saturday, March 14, 2009
No, I'm not dead!
Sheesh!!! A girl takes a couple weeks off from writing and POW!!
So here I am, my wonderful friends, blogging....just for you! It's all 'cause I love you, you know.
I found out something somewhat sad today. My husband is a teacher (NO, that's NOT the sad part.....well...unless you consider the pay....), and he was telling me about his day at School.
First: There are several gay Teachers at his school. We are friends with many of them. All typical family- types. Several are in long term committed relationships, home owners, dog lovers. They go to Wal-Mart. Cook dinner. Mow the lawn. Shovel their sidewalks in the winter. Basically, they are like all of the OTHER teachers. Normal humans doing normal things.
Okay, maybe the guys DRESS a little better/sharper....but, hey, you can't stiffle the fashion gene, now can you?
Anyway, the head of my husband's department has been there about 12 years, or so. Not sure how old she is, early 50's, maybe? Has a husband, grown children, ect.
She has been the head of said department for a few years now.
Apparently, she has let it be known that she does NOT approve of the "lifestyle" of her gay co-workers.
AND, it seems these co-workers are getting poor reviews because of it.
One in particular, a guy I really adore (he and his husband got married in Canada several years ago, just the sweetest couple you ever would meet), has been so discouraged but her words/actions, that he is thinking of QUITTING.
Now, MY first inclination is to go to the school on Monday and tell that old woman where she can stick it and remind her that the PRIVATE domestic lives of ANY of her "underlings" is none of her doggone business!
Not to mention, oh, I don't know.....discrimination?? Hello!!!
But, I won't do that because, well, my husband agrees with me but he would be MORTIFIED if I did such a thing.
Plus, in this economy, I don't want to jeapaordise his career. We have a house payment after all.
But it really irks me that in this day and age, disapproving of ones "lifestyle" is still a problem. And I thought I LIKED this woman. Who knew she was SO ignorant?
What's more, how is that considered professional for her to run all over that school telling people she "disapproves" of a co-workers lifestyle?
(The ironic thing, my hubby said, is that several of the teachers she complained to happen to be GAY!!! Just not as "out"....for obvious reasons...apparently).
WHEN is this nonsense going to end? Why is it still okay for so many people to "disapprove" of someone because of their sexual-orientation/gender identity?
Oh, I get why the "fundamantalists", like (some) of the narrow-minded people I went to school with, hold that opinion.
But won't THEY be surprised when they die and discover....there are GAY PEOPLE IN HEAVEN!!! ACK!!!
Actually.....that will be kinda humorus to watch...but that's just me.
I know, you can't fix "stupid". But, do me a favor. Heck, do ALL of us a favor. If you see that happen at YOUR job, or church, or wherever.....SAY something.
Stand up, even if it's just to say "You know what? I don't think this is work appropriate, lets talk about somethin else".
Lets let these people know that we won't stand around while ignorant homophobic/racist/anti-semitic ect. comments are made.
No, we cannot FIX stupid.......but we can give it a good kick in the butt!
So here I am, my wonderful friends, blogging....just for you! It's all 'cause I love you, you know.
I found out something somewhat sad today. My husband is a teacher (NO, that's NOT the sad part.....well...unless you consider the pay....), and he was telling me about his day at School.
First: There are several gay Teachers at his school. We are friends with many of them. All typical family- types. Several are in long term committed relationships, home owners, dog lovers. They go to Wal-Mart. Cook dinner. Mow the lawn. Shovel their sidewalks in the winter. Basically, they are like all of the OTHER teachers. Normal humans doing normal things.
Okay, maybe the guys DRESS a little better/sharper....but, hey, you can't stiffle the fashion gene, now can you?
Anyway, the head of my husband's department has been there about 12 years, or so. Not sure how old she is, early 50's, maybe? Has a husband, grown children, ect.
She has been the head of said department for a few years now.
Apparently, she has let it be known that she does NOT approve of the "lifestyle" of her gay co-workers.
AND, it seems these co-workers are getting poor reviews because of it.
One in particular, a guy I really adore (he and his husband got married in Canada several years ago, just the sweetest couple you ever would meet), has been so discouraged but her words/actions, that he is thinking of QUITTING.
Now, MY first inclination is to go to the school on Monday and tell that old woman where she can stick it and remind her that the PRIVATE domestic lives of ANY of her "underlings" is none of her doggone business!
Not to mention, oh, I don't know.....discrimination?? Hello!!!
But, I won't do that because, well, my husband agrees with me but he would be MORTIFIED if I did such a thing.
Plus, in this economy, I don't want to jeapaordise his career. We have a house payment after all.
But it really irks me that in this day and age, disapproving of ones "lifestyle" is still a problem. And I thought I LIKED this woman. Who knew she was SO ignorant?
What's more, how is that considered professional for her to run all over that school telling people she "disapproves" of a co-workers lifestyle?
(The ironic thing, my hubby said, is that several of the teachers she complained to happen to be GAY!!! Just not as "out"....for obvious reasons...apparently).
WHEN is this nonsense going to end? Why is it still okay for so many people to "disapprove" of someone because of their sexual-orientation/gender identity?
Oh, I get why the "fundamantalists", like (some) of the narrow-minded people I went to school with, hold that opinion.
But won't THEY be surprised when they die and discover....there are GAY PEOPLE IN HEAVEN!!! ACK!!!
Actually.....that will be kinda humorus to watch...but that's just me.
I know, you can't fix "stupid". But, do me a favor. Heck, do ALL of us a favor. If you see that happen at YOUR job, or church, or wherever.....SAY something.
Stand up, even if it's just to say "You know what? I don't think this is work appropriate, lets talk about somethin else".
Lets let these people know that we won't stand around while ignorant homophobic/racist/anti-semitic ect. comments are made.
No, we cannot FIX stupid.......but we can give it a good kick in the butt!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Government can lick my foot....
Just a brief rant.
I think.
For reasons I have yet to determine, the Indiana state Government has denied my unemployment benefits.
No warning. No explanation. Just gone.
Do they know or even CARE about the problems they have caused me?
Never mind, don't answer that, I know.....
I just wish I knew WHY.
Was it because I was dumb enough to be honest and tell them about my passing a course to become an Ordained Pets and Animals Minister?
I would LIKE to think my religion would NOT get in the way, but...this IS the government we are talking about!
It is a FREE course! Fine, it will not immediately (or maybe NEVER) translate to $$$$.
Does EVERYTHING I do have to mean $$$$? No personal enrichment? No ministry?
I took it because my church, Unidiversal Charismatic Christian Faith and Diversity Evangelism ( http://www.unidiversal.com/ ), hopes to get to full-on Pets and Animals Ministry going.
We want to help elderly/disabled/low income people get nutrious food for their pets. Take the pets to the vet for vaccinations (NOT cheap..trust me), assist in their daily care if needed, and hopefully set-up a FREE Spay/Neuter Clinic.
I know this is a dream of the future...but I do hope I am not being punished for preparing for the future.
We also had to take an assessment test for unemployment.
Lets just say that beyond the basic Add/Subtract/Multiply/Divide....my math skills are....lacking.
I failed the Math portion.
Look, I do not WANT a job with Math involved, okay?
I also declined an offer to work in a Commission only Insurance Sales job.
Seriously...me? Selling Insurance? For Commission?
I could make better money as a stripper!!! (Where they would pay me to "Put it ON, for the love of GOD! Get DRESSED already....My eyes, my eyes...!"..)
I am just so frustraited with the "system" right now!
Of course, I can't get any answers, yet.
If you hear about some weird woman with red and purple hair setting fire to an Indiana unemployment office.....could you stop by and help my husband with our animals?
He's gonna need it.
I think.
For reasons I have yet to determine, the Indiana state Government has denied my unemployment benefits.
No warning. No explanation. Just gone.
Do they know or even CARE about the problems they have caused me?
Never mind, don't answer that, I know.....
I just wish I knew WHY.
Was it because I was dumb enough to be honest and tell them about my passing a course to become an Ordained Pets and Animals Minister?
I would LIKE to think my religion would NOT get in the way, but...this IS the government we are talking about!
It is a FREE course! Fine, it will not immediately (or maybe NEVER) translate to $$$$.
Does EVERYTHING I do have to mean $$$$? No personal enrichment? No ministry?
I took it because my church, Unidiversal Charismatic Christian Faith and Diversity Evangelism ( http://www.unidiversal.com/ ), hopes to get to full-on Pets and Animals Ministry going.
We want to help elderly/disabled/low income people get nutrious food for their pets. Take the pets to the vet for vaccinations (NOT cheap..trust me), assist in their daily care if needed, and hopefully set-up a FREE Spay/Neuter Clinic.
I know this is a dream of the future...but I do hope I am not being punished for preparing for the future.
We also had to take an assessment test for unemployment.
Lets just say that beyond the basic Add/Subtract/Multiply/Divide....my math skills are....lacking.
I failed the Math portion.
Look, I do not WANT a job with Math involved, okay?
I also declined an offer to work in a Commission only Insurance Sales job.
Seriously...me? Selling Insurance? For Commission?
I could make better money as a stripper!!! (Where they would pay me to "Put it ON, for the love of GOD! Get DRESSED already....My eyes, my eyes...!"..)
I am just so frustraited with the "system" right now!
Of course, I can't get any answers, yet.
If you hear about some weird woman with red and purple hair setting fire to an Indiana unemployment office.....could you stop by and help my husband with our animals?
He's gonna need it.
Travis...The Chimp...
No, this is NOT about my HUSBAND Travis...although he can be a bit "chimp-like" at times.....
This is about the teenage Chimp, named Travis (ironic), that was recently killed by the police for mauling a friend of his Human Mommy.
From what I understand, Travis was not "just" a pet, he was this woman's son. She taught him to dress himself. He could use the bathroom on his own. Ate fine foods at the table. Drank his wine from a long-stemmed glass. Surfed the Web (for what....ummm...not sure, but hey, why not?).
I started writing this post right after the whole bit was in the news. For some reason, if felt to soon for me, like I needed to let it all "settle" in my mind.
Now, the "odd" parts of this woman's relationship with Travis, her chimp-son. They cuddled to gether and slept in the same bed.
Now, I gotta be honest, 2 of our dogs and one of our cats sleep in our bad every night. I actually sleep BETTER with them there. So, to ME, this sleeping with a monkey in your bed doesn't seem that weird. Whatever.
She apparently bathed with him.
Okay, THIS I do find a bit,,,wierd. I mean, when I bathe my dogs I DO get a bath in the process....but...not the same thing. I dunno....jury is still out on that, I guess.
I won't belabor the details, I'm sure most of you heard ENOUGH of it already.
Basically, Travis freaked out for some unknown reason and attacked a friend of his mommy's. Someone he apparently knew and otherwise liked.
The police had to be called, and Travis was shot dead.
Now, I don't know about you, but if one of my dogs attacked someone, and I couldn't stop them, and had to watch the police gun down MY baby......it would not be a good thing.
This is just ME, mind you, but I can tell you right now, it's something I would NEVER get over. That image would haunt me for the rest of my life. Every. Single. Day.
I don't think there's enough drugs in the WORLD that would help get me over THAT situation.
It really made me angry, the jokes at the woman's expense.
At Travis' expense.
I don't care how odd/freaky the relationship was, the poor old widow (she was in her 70's) just watched her son, her baby, her LIFE gunned down in front of her!!!!!!!!
Cripes! Do people have NO compassion for ANYTHING they don't understand?
I'm not going to get into the debate over whether or not apes should be kept as pets, wild animals in the home, ect.
I'm no expert on that, so I just can't go there.
Regardless, she loved Travis. He loved her. It appears she took good care of him. She watched him die, violently. Just leave the poor woman alone.
She's suffered enough, don't you think?
This is about the teenage Chimp, named Travis (ironic), that was recently killed by the police for mauling a friend of his Human Mommy.
From what I understand, Travis was not "just" a pet, he was this woman's son. She taught him to dress himself. He could use the bathroom on his own. Ate fine foods at the table. Drank his wine from a long-stemmed glass. Surfed the Web (for what....ummm...not sure, but hey, why not?).
I started writing this post right after the whole bit was in the news. For some reason, if felt to soon for me, like I needed to let it all "settle" in my mind.
Now, the "odd" parts of this woman's relationship with Travis, her chimp-son. They cuddled to gether and slept in the same bed.
Now, I gotta be honest, 2 of our dogs and one of our cats sleep in our bad every night. I actually sleep BETTER with them there. So, to ME, this sleeping with a monkey in your bed doesn't seem that weird. Whatever.
She apparently bathed with him.
Okay, THIS I do find a bit,,,wierd. I mean, when I bathe my dogs I DO get a bath in the process....but...not the same thing. I dunno....jury is still out on that, I guess.
I won't belabor the details, I'm sure most of you heard ENOUGH of it already.
Basically, Travis freaked out for some unknown reason and attacked a friend of his mommy's. Someone he apparently knew and otherwise liked.
The police had to be called, and Travis was shot dead.
Now, I don't know about you, but if one of my dogs attacked someone, and I couldn't stop them, and had to watch the police gun down MY baby......it would not be a good thing.
This is just ME, mind you, but I can tell you right now, it's something I would NEVER get over. That image would haunt me for the rest of my life. Every. Single. Day.
I don't think there's enough drugs in the WORLD that would help get me over THAT situation.
It really made me angry, the jokes at the woman's expense.
At Travis' expense.
I don't care how odd/freaky the relationship was, the poor old widow (she was in her 70's) just watched her son, her baby, her LIFE gunned down in front of her!!!!!!!!
Cripes! Do people have NO compassion for ANYTHING they don't understand?
I'm not going to get into the debate over whether or not apes should be kept as pets, wild animals in the home, ect.
I'm no expert on that, so I just can't go there.
Regardless, she loved Travis. He loved her. It appears she took good care of him. She watched him die, violently. Just leave the poor woman alone.
She's suffered enough, don't you think?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I don't get it....
I recently read that several people, in Japan I believe, became very sick after eating Blowfish Testicles that were not properly prepared.
Apparently Blowfish is poisionous if not cooked correctly. You even need a special liscence to prepare it in Japan.
What I don't get, is why on EARTH would ANYONE want to eat testicles??? "properly prepared" or not!
And I didn't even know Blowfish HAD testcles! And they are big enough to eat? Weird.
"Rocky Mountain Oysters" I have heard of, but I don't get that either. They're TESTICLES people! I don't think that part of the body was ment to be sauteed in butter or breaded and fried.
Okay gentlemen, stop for a second and take a peek at your OWN testicles. Go ahead, I'll wait....
Now, imagine lopping them off, tossing them into a frying pan and serving them with a side of greens.
Does that sound Yummy to you? Really?
Granted, I have been a Vegetarian since about 1983/1984, so I don't much get the appeal of ANY meat.
But testicles? How HUNGRY would a person have to be!?!?!
Don't they have a McDonald's in Japan? A pizza place? Heck, SUSHI sounds as lovely as chocolate cake next to the idea of eating fish testicles!
And no, I don't get the appeal of Caviar either. Little black fish eggs....ewwww.
So there you go. If you plan on inviting me to a dinner party any time soon....PLEASE do not serve testicles.
I don't think there is enough ketchup in the WORLD to fix THAT dish!
Apparently Blowfish is poisionous if not cooked correctly. You even need a special liscence to prepare it in Japan.
What I don't get, is why on EARTH would ANYONE want to eat testicles??? "properly prepared" or not!
And I didn't even know Blowfish HAD testcles! And they are big enough to eat? Weird.
"Rocky Mountain Oysters" I have heard of, but I don't get that either. They're TESTICLES people! I don't think that part of the body was ment to be sauteed in butter or breaded and fried.
Okay gentlemen, stop for a second and take a peek at your OWN testicles. Go ahead, I'll wait....
Now, imagine lopping them off, tossing them into a frying pan and serving them with a side of greens.
Does that sound Yummy to you? Really?
Granted, I have been a Vegetarian since about 1983/1984, so I don't much get the appeal of ANY meat.
But testicles? How HUNGRY would a person have to be!?!?!
Don't they have a McDonald's in Japan? A pizza place? Heck, SUSHI sounds as lovely as chocolate cake next to the idea of eating fish testicles!
And no, I don't get the appeal of Caviar either. Little black fish eggs....ewwww.
So there you go. If you plan on inviting me to a dinner party any time soon....PLEASE do not serve testicles.
I don't think there is enough ketchup in the WORLD to fix THAT dish!
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
More Random Rants...
As many of you know, some woman who already had 6 children had invitro-fertilization/eggs-planted/some-weird-crap so she could give birth to EIGHT MORE FREAKIN-BABIES!!!!!
So now this chic, who is younger than me, has FOURTEEN kids...under the age of seven....!!!!!
Seriously?
Look, I do not have any "human" children for a reason...I do not want them.
Kids are GREAT! Cute! Sweet! Funny!........LOVE them!!!!!
Until they infest your home every....damn...day......
Oh HELL no!
Give me the furry variety of children ANYday!
So granted....I am NEVER going to understand why ANYONE would willingly have 14 children.
Hell, I cannot understand why anyone would want FOUR children! Sheeesh!
That aside, it does piss me off when it is mentioned that she is a "single mother".
Granted, I do understand the implication. How could TWO adults properly care for 14 young children, let alone ONE adult.
But the fact that she is not currently married should not be the issue.
Fine, so my personal backgroud clouds my objectivity on this situation.
If you want to hate this stupid chic, there are PLENTY of legitimate reasons to do so aside from her marital status. Get over it!
I have been unemployed since December 9th, 2008. We have a home. Utility bills. Groceries. Credit Card bills that have not been paid in ages. Creditors. Bill collectors. Seven pets that are OUR children. They need food. Shots. Toys. Medicine.
Just like their human conterparts.
Yet every year, my husband and I have to pay taxes. LOTS of taxes.
Husband is only a High School Teacher and Coach. He works his butt off EVERY day.
For very little money. His school system is the lowest paid in this area.
Yet we have NO DEDUCTIONS......
No "children".
Therefore...no "expenses"......
Yet women who pop out a baby every year get money out the wazoooo!!!!
Bitter? Yeah, a little.
Look, my mother worked her ASS OFF every day of her LIFE because she did not believe in taking money she did not "earn"
She did not believe getting pregnant unexpectedly gave you the right to get a check from the Government.
So she scraped. She suffered. She struggled. She gave me a comfortable life.
But she died without a penny to her name.
Have I ever told you I hate people?
My "so-called-father" never paid one worthless dime towards my care.
He had his wife. His three perfect kids. His precious "big money" job.
My mother never asked for one thing after he denied us.
She pushed on, went forward, survived.
So back to the mom with 14 kids aged 7 and under.....
Okay. It is her choice.
I do wish them well.
But she willingly put herself into that position......
Therefore she should find her OWN way out.........
Without MY money.......
Good luck.
So now this chic, who is younger than me, has FOURTEEN kids...under the age of seven....!!!!!
Seriously?
Look, I do not have any "human" children for a reason...I do not want them.
Kids are GREAT! Cute! Sweet! Funny!........LOVE them!!!!!
Until they infest your home every....damn...day......
Oh HELL no!
Give me the furry variety of children ANYday!
So granted....I am NEVER going to understand why ANYONE would willingly have 14 children.
Hell, I cannot understand why anyone would want FOUR children! Sheeesh!
That aside, it does piss me off when it is mentioned that she is a "single mother".
Granted, I do understand the implication. How could TWO adults properly care for 14 young children, let alone ONE adult.
But the fact that she is not currently married should not be the issue.
Fine, so my personal backgroud clouds my objectivity on this situation.
If you want to hate this stupid chic, there are PLENTY of legitimate reasons to do so aside from her marital status. Get over it!
I have been unemployed since December 9th, 2008. We have a home. Utility bills. Groceries. Credit Card bills that have not been paid in ages. Creditors. Bill collectors. Seven pets that are OUR children. They need food. Shots. Toys. Medicine.
Just like their human conterparts.
Yet every year, my husband and I have to pay taxes. LOTS of taxes.
Husband is only a High School Teacher and Coach. He works his butt off EVERY day.
For very little money. His school system is the lowest paid in this area.
Yet we have NO DEDUCTIONS......
No "children".
Therefore...no "expenses"......
Yet women who pop out a baby every year get money out the wazoooo!!!!
Bitter? Yeah, a little.
Look, my mother worked her ASS OFF every day of her LIFE because she did not believe in taking money she did not "earn"
She did not believe getting pregnant unexpectedly gave you the right to get a check from the Government.
So she scraped. She suffered. She struggled. She gave me a comfortable life.
But she died without a penny to her name.
Have I ever told you I hate people?
My "so-called-father" never paid one worthless dime towards my care.
He had his wife. His three perfect kids. His precious "big money" job.
My mother never asked for one thing after he denied us.
She pushed on, went forward, survived.
So back to the mom with 14 kids aged 7 and under.....
Okay. It is her choice.
I do wish them well.
But she willingly put herself into that position......
Therefore she should find her OWN way out.........
Without MY money.......
Good luck.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Therapy
You know what is REALLY good therapy? Sunshine. Playing with my dogs. Talking to a good friend. And ranting on my blog!
Ahhhhhh......you should try it! And MUCH cheaper that ACTUAL therapy too!
Ahhhhhh......you should try it! And MUCH cheaper that ACTUAL therapy too!
Hold on to your hats, kids!!! Mama is in a BAD mood
And yes, I DO have my meds..it's just been a rough few days..take it or leave it...
I have these neighbors that are very kind to me. Which is difficult since I AM a freak...it's true.
They are a sweet young family with three adorable, wonderful children, the best behaved darlings you have EVER seen. I think the WORLD of them.
But....they are conservative. ME...not so much.
They are SO freaked out over a "Black-Baby Killer" in Office...Oh. My.Head.
What IS IT with these STUPID "One Issue Voter" people??? So, that is a GOOD thing?? That you did NOT vote for CHANGE because of ONE...FREAKING...ISSUE????
So, lets talk ABORTION...you don't like it, fine..neither do I. BUT...if these women HAVE these babies that they cannot/will not care for...who will care for them???
Angelina Jolie, Madonna and Mia Farrow have done their part with adoption...WHAT exactly do the REST of you plan on doing? Anything???
Will you Foster a child? Adopt one? Be a Big Brother/Big Sister? What about the "difficult" kids? Will YOU be there for them?....for 18 years..??? Really???
This is what I am saying. People LOVE to speak out agaist ABORTION... but what will YOU do about it....besides carry a sign....?
Think about it....
A 19 year old white girl in my town was annoyed at the BIG DEAL people were making about Barak Obama being the First BLACK President..
Oh..a big deal? Too much? Really?? Biznitch, did your skinny little ass ever actually GO to your history classes?? Shut your STUPID skinny-white mouth...you have no CLUE what the generations before your ungrateful-ass went thru to make Obama a possability. Shut. Up!
Some people that I know are now worried that black people will think they are "important" because we have a Black President....
Ummmm...okay...because for the last several hundred YEARS we have had only ONE type of person in charge...in this supposed "melting pot" of a community, a COUNTRY...???
Whatever.
Yeah, HATE to think the Black folk might think they are..PEOPLE or something....
Oh yeah, and that "Gay Agenda"..wow, did I miss that? Because I LOVE sequins! Sparkles! Rainbows! O h YEAH BABY!!
The GAYS will take over an make the ugly buildings FABULOUS! The lame music AMAZING! They will...oh..wait...what?
They only want Equal Rights? To visit their life-partner in the Hospital? To Marry their HighSchool sweetheart? To be..people??
Well, CRAP. That's just so...NORMAL..so...HUMAN...
Where is the controversy in THAT?
Hmmmm...am I missing something?
And have I told you I really don't trust humans? As much as I do want Gays/Blacks/Jews/Muslims/Asians/Transgenders/Latinos/Hindus/Bi-sexuals/Buddists/Aethists..ect...to have their fair and EQUAL RIGHTS....
I really do not like/trust people.
People lie. People want you to feel guilty. People have..."motives".
Animals are transparent. They are who they are..for better or for worse.
MY goal for 2009 is this...to be more ANIMAL that HUMAN.
Humans HATE because someone is DIFFERENT...
Animals HATE because someone HURTS them...
and even then they do not hold a grudge..they only PROTECT themselves and their family from futher pain.
So there it is. People suck. Animals rock. Gay people are freaking cool. Black people are in charge.
And I like it that way.
Screw everyone else.
I have these neighbors that are very kind to me. Which is difficult since I AM a freak...it's true.
They are a sweet young family with three adorable, wonderful children, the best behaved darlings you have EVER seen. I think the WORLD of them.
But....they are conservative. ME...not so much.
They are SO freaked out over a "Black-Baby Killer" in Office...Oh. My.Head.
What IS IT with these STUPID "One Issue Voter" people??? So, that is a GOOD thing?? That you did NOT vote for CHANGE because of ONE...FREAKING...ISSUE????
So, lets talk ABORTION...you don't like it, fine..neither do I. BUT...if these women HAVE these babies that they cannot/will not care for...who will care for them???
Angelina Jolie, Madonna and Mia Farrow have done their part with adoption...WHAT exactly do the REST of you plan on doing? Anything???
Will you Foster a child? Adopt one? Be a Big Brother/Big Sister? What about the "difficult" kids? Will YOU be there for them?....for 18 years..??? Really???
This is what I am saying. People LOVE to speak out agaist ABORTION... but what will YOU do about it....besides carry a sign....?
Think about it....
A 19 year old white girl in my town was annoyed at the BIG DEAL people were making about Barak Obama being the First BLACK President..
Oh..a big deal? Too much? Really?? Biznitch, did your skinny little ass ever actually GO to your history classes?? Shut your STUPID skinny-white mouth...you have no CLUE what the generations before your ungrateful-ass went thru to make Obama a possability. Shut. Up!
Some people that I know are now worried that black people will think they are "important" because we have a Black President....
Ummmm...okay...because for the last several hundred YEARS we have had only ONE type of person in charge...in this supposed "melting pot" of a community, a COUNTRY...???
Whatever.
Yeah, HATE to think the Black folk might think they are..PEOPLE or something....
Oh yeah, and that "Gay Agenda"..wow, did I miss that? Because I LOVE sequins! Sparkles! Rainbows! O h YEAH BABY!!
The GAYS will take over an make the ugly buildings FABULOUS! The lame music AMAZING! They will...oh..wait...what?
They only want Equal Rights? To visit their life-partner in the Hospital? To Marry their HighSchool sweetheart? To be..people??
Well, CRAP. That's just so...NORMAL..so...HUMAN...
Where is the controversy in THAT?
Hmmmm...am I missing something?
And have I told you I really don't trust humans? As much as I do want Gays/Blacks/Jews/Muslims/Asians/Transgenders/Latinos/Hindus/Bi-sexuals/Buddists/Aethists..ect...to have their fair and EQUAL RIGHTS....
I really do not like/trust people.
People lie. People want you to feel guilty. People have..."motives".
Animals are transparent. They are who they are..for better or for worse.
MY goal for 2009 is this...to be more ANIMAL that HUMAN.
Humans HATE because someone is DIFFERENT...
Animals HATE because someone HURTS them...
and even then they do not hold a grudge..they only PROTECT themselves and their family from futher pain.
So there it is. People suck. Animals rock. Gay people are freaking cool. Black people are in charge.
And I like it that way.
Screw everyone else.
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