So, with all the crap going on in this country and around the world, Obama was moved to reveal his actual birth certificate to the naysayers and the world to confirm that he was really, really, REALLY born in these United States.
So, do you think that'll shut the traps of the crazies...no chance...that is the beauty of crazies...they exist in another dimension of their own making and do not acknowledge the existence of an alternate, more viable reality. I mean, really.
And then you have idiots coming out and saying why, in the face of everything going on in this country and the world, would Obama feel the need to bring this up??? Is he trying to distract the country from the real issues? Um, it is because these same idiots are the ones who made this such an issue that it would not dry up and blow away on its own.
Geez!
I just cannot get over how people align themselves so tightly with one ideology. Me? I don't care who you are, if you have a great plan for the country, then gird your loins and promote it and get it done. But it really has to be a GREAT plan for the country that is all-inclusive, and that means, men, women, children, the elderly of ALL ethnic and social groups, INCLUDING all marginalized groups out there.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tea and Agony
My cousin and I talked for over two hours last night -- mostly about family and remembrances -- we laughed like crazy.
Right at the beginning of the conversation, she had mentioned how busy she was because of the tea party; I chose to keep mum...didn't want to foul the conversation. At some point, she said something about how the pope was now allowing gay marriages (she's switched out from catholic to luthern or something), and I said I hadn't heard that, but then again, I have no problem with it myself. Dun, dun, dun....the jig was up...I had exposed myself as the liberal I am. Dun, dun!
She took off after that about Obama and his upbringing surrounded by socialists, and sure he was not born in the U.S. Her phone kept fading out occasionally, and I later told my husband, it sounded like the clicks were reminiscent of movies and TV shows where the phone was being tapped (dun, dun!).
I tried not to start screaming, and was doing a good job until she uttered these fateful words, "I love Sarah Palin." Aaaauuugggghhhhhhhh!!!!! I said that I could not believe she actually said those words out loud. Holy piss! Not only that...the woman likes Glenn Beck! It's a world gone mad. She asked me if I had voted for Obama, and I said "yes," and then -- between clicks on her phone -- she asked me if I was glad, and I "yes" again because McCain would have had a big hole in the earth by now. I truly did not want to spoil the night's conversation with a political discussion, so I kept trying to ease it away. Political zealots and religious zealots are cut from the same cloth, and their focus is so narrow, it's too"Twilight Zone" for me.
I could not believe I was on the phone as long as two hours...I loathe being on the phone that long usually for chit-chat. She finally stepped off her soap box, and we talked more about family. She enlightened me that my sweet Uncle Mike was not necessarily so sweet when it came to discipline with her...total shock for me. After all, I came from the land of "I'll drink your blood," and "You're going to be the first bald-headed kid in the kindergarten," and "If I catch you, I will kill you" mother. I was stunned.
All in all, it was great talking to her, and I love her still, but who can explain vast differences in blood, right?
Right at the beginning of the conversation, she had mentioned how busy she was because of the tea party; I chose to keep mum...didn't want to foul the conversation. At some point, she said something about how the pope was now allowing gay marriages (she's switched out from catholic to luthern or something), and I said I hadn't heard that, but then again, I have no problem with it myself. Dun, dun, dun....the jig was up...I had exposed myself as the liberal I am. Dun, dun!
She took off after that about Obama and his upbringing surrounded by socialists, and sure he was not born in the U.S. Her phone kept fading out occasionally, and I later told my husband, it sounded like the clicks were reminiscent of movies and TV shows where the phone was being tapped (dun, dun!).
I tried not to start screaming, and was doing a good job until she uttered these fateful words, "I love Sarah Palin." Aaaauuugggghhhhhhhh!!!!! I said that I could not believe she actually said those words out loud. Holy piss! Not only that...the woman likes Glenn Beck! It's a world gone mad. She asked me if I had voted for Obama, and I said "yes," and then -- between clicks on her phone -- she asked me if I was glad, and I "yes" again because McCain would have had a big hole in the earth by now. I truly did not want to spoil the night's conversation with a political discussion, so I kept trying to ease it away. Political zealots and religious zealots are cut from the same cloth, and their focus is so narrow, it's too"Twilight Zone" for me.
I could not believe I was on the phone as long as two hours...I loathe being on the phone that long usually for chit-chat. She finally stepped off her soap box, and we talked more about family. She enlightened me that my sweet Uncle Mike was not necessarily so sweet when it came to discipline with her...total shock for me. After all, I came from the land of "I'll drink your blood," and "You're going to be the first bald-headed kid in the kindergarten," and "If I catch you, I will kill you" mother. I was stunned.
All in all, it was great talking to her, and I love her still, but who can explain vast differences in blood, right?
Friday, April 22, 2011
Do You Want Tea with the Party?
OK...my cousin turned 60 yesterday. I remember sleeping over her house when we were kids. My aunt and uncle (who passed away last year...days before he and my aunt were to be married 62 years) are the most adorable people in the world. I cannot imagine how calm it was in that house with my two cousins and these wonderful people. My Uncle Mike is my Dad's baby brother...adorable. I don't think I've ever heard either he or my Aunt Dot swear or raise their voices...ever.
So I figured I'd send my cousin birthday cards -- one serious and mushy and the other funny. She's a good egg, and I've always loved her. You know, just because you're related to someone doesn't necessarily mean you even have to like them. This cousin, I love. She was always a girlie girl next to me having older brothers, but like I said, she's a good egg. She's a bit high-strung, according to Aunt Dot. She doesn't work outside of the house, but she's so tightly wound, she makes Type A people look like they are heavily drugged.
Anyway, I looked up her address, and lo and behold, I found several references to her on the Internet (she has a very unique last name now, so I knew that any and all references were her). But, the thing that totally blew me away was that this cousin had actually organized a freaking tea party gathering in her little town. Aaaauuuugggghhhh!!! When I told my oldest brother -- former Marine, uber-conservative, right-wing crazy -- he was very impressed. I don't understand what happens when genes are spread out in a family...how could I be in this family? Maybe all that teasing about my being adopted was the truth after all. I would have believed it, but there's too strong of a family resemblance to deny it.
I guess there has to be an out to every in, and dark to light, etc. Oh well...thought I'd share.
Three more weeks of school...yippee!!!
So I figured I'd send my cousin birthday cards -- one serious and mushy and the other funny. She's a good egg, and I've always loved her. You know, just because you're related to someone doesn't necessarily mean you even have to like them. This cousin, I love. She was always a girlie girl next to me having older brothers, but like I said, she's a good egg. She's a bit high-strung, according to Aunt Dot. She doesn't work outside of the house, but she's so tightly wound, she makes Type A people look like they are heavily drugged.
Anyway, I looked up her address, and lo and behold, I found several references to her on the Internet (she has a very unique last name now, so I knew that any and all references were her). But, the thing that totally blew me away was that this cousin had actually organized a freaking tea party gathering in her little town. Aaaauuuugggghhhh!!! When I told my oldest brother -- former Marine, uber-conservative, right-wing crazy -- he was very impressed. I don't understand what happens when genes are spread out in a family...how could I be in this family? Maybe all that teasing about my being adopted was the truth after all. I would have believed it, but there's too strong of a family resemblance to deny it.
I guess there has to be an out to every in, and dark to light, etc. Oh well...thought I'd share.
Three more weeks of school...yippee!!!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Do Neon Nails Make the Man?
So by now you've heard about the crap going around about the J Crew ad that features one of their female execs and her five-year-old son in a great Mom-to-kid pose with smiles and love. It's very cute. Oh, and the son has some nail polish on the toes of the foot Mom is holding...this really concerns the uber-conservative types.
As far as I'm concerned, I am not concerned. Who gives? Do people really (really) think that by painting a little boy's toe nails with pink polish is going to confuse him? He is probably more confused by the outrage that is now surrounding what probably was a fun moment with his Mom. Apparently, some of these crazy people are saying it's promoting transgendering (or whatever the term they've used).
People are just plain old crazy. Granted, I am not a fan of nail polish on little kids or babies with earrings just because, well, they're babies and little kids. It has nothing to do with gender identification confusion; I just think that kids hardly have enough time to be kids before they're whipped into mini-adults. But that's me. What would these morons have said and how would they have reacted if the kid was truly a child who felt that he was not a boy, but a girl with boy parts? They would have, no doubt, found something in a bible that they could interpret it as a sign of demonizing and demoralizing and de-whatevering. That's the fun part of the bible, you can read pretty much anything into it as your crazy-ass religion wants to...they'll be sure to find some kind of reference to the adorning of manly nails...geez!
So, there you have it. J Crew, to their credit, has chosen (so far) not to respond to the crazies. I'm sure my very conservative brothers will have something to say, but then why not.
As far as I'm concerned, I am not concerned. Who gives? Do people really (really) think that by painting a little boy's toe nails with pink polish is going to confuse him? He is probably more confused by the outrage that is now surrounding what probably was a fun moment with his Mom. Apparently, some of these crazy people are saying it's promoting transgendering (or whatever the term they've used).
People are just plain old crazy. Granted, I am not a fan of nail polish on little kids or babies with earrings just because, well, they're babies and little kids. It has nothing to do with gender identification confusion; I just think that kids hardly have enough time to be kids before they're whipped into mini-adults. But that's me. What would these morons have said and how would they have reacted if the kid was truly a child who felt that he was not a boy, but a girl with boy parts? They would have, no doubt, found something in a bible that they could interpret it as a sign of demonizing and demoralizing and de-whatevering. That's the fun part of the bible, you can read pretty much anything into it as your crazy-ass religion wants to...they'll be sure to find some kind of reference to the adorning of manly nails...geez!
So, there you have it. J Crew, to their credit, has chosen (so far) not to respond to the crazies. I'm sure my very conservative brothers will have something to say, but then why not.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
You Gotta Have Friends
Okay, so how cool is it to have friends? I have friends from childhood and from workplaces, and I cherish them all so much.
In the past few days, I have had lunch with oldest (only in the years that we've been friends, not by age, of course) friends and two of my work friends, and I feel so great. I know I've said this before, but having friends really can be rejuvenating to your soul and psyche.
On Saturday, my Francine and I had lunch and spent a couple of hours just talking and laughing about the now and the then. Francine is a friend who literally makes me feel warm inside. I just love being with her, and I'm smiling now thinking about her. She is funny and bright and loving and I love her to bits. We have gone through a lot together, and always seem to be able to connect no matter what is going on in our lives.
Last night, I had dinner with my Janice and Annie, and we also spent some hours just chatting and laughing and commiserating over junk going on at work (my former employer). I hadn't seen Annie for over a year, and it was really, really great to see her. Keeping in touch via email is good, but nothing beats a hug and face-to-face conversations. I'm telling you, it's friggin' rejuvenating.
And that brings me to my second short story for my writing workshop class. Originally, I was going to do something about dating, but then I just started writing about friends. It is a work of "fiction," but it has a touch of the real thing in there from time to time. One of the questions I ask in the piece is why are women so much better at maintaining friendships than men? And you know what? I don't know that answer for sure. I have friends from birth, third grade, junior high, high school and beyond; my husband just didn't keep in touch with his friends. Why? Do you know?
In the past few days, I have had lunch with oldest (only in the years that we've been friends, not by age, of course) friends and two of my work friends, and I feel so great. I know I've said this before, but having friends really can be rejuvenating to your soul and psyche.
On Saturday, my Francine and I had lunch and spent a couple of hours just talking and laughing about the now and the then. Francine is a friend who literally makes me feel warm inside. I just love being with her, and I'm smiling now thinking about her. She is funny and bright and loving and I love her to bits. We have gone through a lot together, and always seem to be able to connect no matter what is going on in our lives.
Last night, I had dinner with my Janice and Annie, and we also spent some hours just chatting and laughing and commiserating over junk going on at work (my former employer). I hadn't seen Annie for over a year, and it was really, really great to see her. Keeping in touch via email is good, but nothing beats a hug and face-to-face conversations. I'm telling you, it's friggin' rejuvenating.
And that brings me to my second short story for my writing workshop class. Originally, I was going to do something about dating, but then I just started writing about friends. It is a work of "fiction," but it has a touch of the real thing in there from time to time. One of the questions I ask in the piece is why are women so much better at maintaining friendships than men? And you know what? I don't know that answer for sure. I have friends from birth, third grade, junior high, high school and beyond; my husband just didn't keep in touch with his friends. Why? Do you know?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
"Go West Old People"
Have I mentioned that my husband is determined to move out of the northeast because of the winters? Yup, he hates, hates, hates the cold, the snow, and especially the ice. This winter really did it for him.
Do you know where my beloved wants to go??? Las Vegas. Yup, Las-friggin'-Vegas. It's brown in most places in that area of the country. Brown...as in not very much green and living stuff. I'm not that excited about moving into an area where it's so dry my thinned-out hair goes flat, despite its natural wave. Las Vegas is like the anti-Florida. I don't like Florida because, well, it's Florida. And, it has a lot of humidity, alligators, strange bugs, and it's south. Dry heat is better, right?
Anyway, I told him that I would venture thatta way for a look-see after I get out of school. The only thing good about going there is that it's close to some of my relatives whom I haven't seen in a long time. But, then it's farther away from relatives whom I really like to see.
So, I told my husband that if it ends up that we do actually find something there, I'm in for the move. What the heck, right? I'm sure the two cats will be thrilled to be drugged and stuffed under an airplane seat...it should be a grrrreat five hours. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and after this week, five more weeks of school!!! I have an Italian test tomorrow. My son tells me that there is such a thing as studying too much...he may be right...mamma mia.
Later...
Do you know where my beloved wants to go??? Las Vegas. Yup, Las-friggin'-Vegas. It's brown in most places in that area of the country. Brown...as in not very much green and living stuff. I'm not that excited about moving into an area where it's so dry my thinned-out hair goes flat, despite its natural wave. Las Vegas is like the anti-Florida. I don't like Florida because, well, it's Florida. And, it has a lot of humidity, alligators, strange bugs, and it's south. Dry heat is better, right?
Anyway, I told him that I would venture thatta way for a look-see after I get out of school. The only thing good about going there is that it's close to some of my relatives whom I haven't seen in a long time. But, then it's farther away from relatives whom I really like to see.
So, I told my husband that if it ends up that we do actually find something there, I'm in for the move. What the heck, right? I'm sure the two cats will be thrilled to be drugged and stuffed under an airplane seat...it should be a grrrreat five hours. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and after this week, five more weeks of school!!! I have an Italian test tomorrow. My son tells me that there is such a thing as studying too much...he may be right...mamma mia.
Later...
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