and so it goes...

All right for all you naysayers! I am pleased by some of this week's news. I was terribly saddened by the assholes that feel the need to take other human lives, just cuz. I mean, what the fuck is the matter with people locking and loading for some "quality" time, "duck" hunting in their old/still place of employment? By duck, I mean the poor people trying to duck and cover that didn't make it. Some were American heros, others were never given the chance to become heros, but had lives. It really is a shame.

But all this seems to have covered the fact that MJ was somewhat acquitted this week. A little too late, but still, on the record now. Here it is, for those who missed it:
The young man that accused MJ of molestation, admitted this week that it was all for the money. MJ really hadn't done it. But you say, "he knew about MJ's private parts", true, but then MJ was a strange cat. Whenever I think of him, I just can't get the image of a 12 year old boy out of my mind. I truly think that with the evil daddy dearest and the having to hide from the world, this man did not achieve manhood. I think his mind never made it past 12 and in that 12 year old frame of mind, he was really a child in so many ways. Ergo, how the accuser knew so much about MJ's privates. It seems that MJ like to urinate whenever, wherever he wanted to; and he thought it was quite funny. Now I know some of you are still saying "sick bastard", I just have to say, yep like other kids I used to know.

To think MJ was a year older than me in body, but never really achieved the mental maturity a man his age should have had. You can see it throughout his life, not just at the end, he was a tormented soul whose escape was in being child-like. We adults, look at someone like him and point fingers, shake heads, and mumbled angry accusations his way. But I have to say, I may have made it past the 12 year old mentallity, but I certain didn't make it past 25. I was just talking with someone the other day and realized, I still think of myself as 25, not twice that.

I never believed that MJ did what his accuser said he did. I too, led a different life than normal, and I know that sometimes things are not as they seem. I am just glad to know the truth is finally coming out, even if it is too little too late.

And what's up with MJ's father saying that he DESERVES part of MJ's estate, at least a small stipend a month, $16000.00? The man should be stoned for what he did and banished to the streets or hell is even better.

My thoughts, my voice.

we are all just people

So a muslim opened fire on our military base and killed 12 people. He was mentally unstable, not because he was a muslim. If he had been black, we would have blamed it on that. If he was from the south, we would blame it on that.

What he did, he did, not his religion. I am tired of narrow minded people blaming everything, but what needs to be blamed. His service record proved he was not a premiere soldier, apparently being around unstable people might have pushed him over. Hearing what our men and women are going through overseas must be heartbreaking and horrendous. Maybe he was a coward, that he couldn't face what others face everyday, but I really don't want to hear it was because of his religion. His god is our god and He doesn't believe in murder.

I love! dedicated to a very special friend-hope you know who you are.

July 4-The best thing about today was the fireworks. I enjoyed spending some time with family and the food was okay, but the HEAT was HORRIBLE! I can't wait for winter.

July 15-OMG! 105 degrees in the shade! I can't fucking believe it! Everyone says the dry heat is okay, but I live in the upper midwest and there is not dry heat. We're talking humidity, humidity, humidity. When is winter going to be here?

July 31-Oh for god's sakes! I could bathe in my sweat, it's so thick! I realize going through the beginning of menopause may have something to do with it, but this is ridiculous! How many fans and A/C's do I actually have to have running to keep cool? With all the electric being used, I could provide an entire village in Africa lights for a year.

August 12-A cool wind seems to be lingering in the air. YEAH! I can't wait for the snow. The trees are beginning to change, I love the colors.

August 29-I don't understand, Indian Summer? You have got to be kidding me?! No, can't be that, it doesn't happen until End of October or November and by then I am hoping for real winter weather. But the heat seems to have sprung back up again. This has got be to global warming, because we have never seen it this hot and definitely not this late in the year.

October 7-Here we go, I can smell winter coming! I love snow, I hope it gets here soon. It has begun to rain. I love the rain! Nothing better than sitting in front of the fire on a semi chilly day, with a good book and cup of hot apple cider.

October 13-More rain, more like a mist sometimes. But I love the rain! Thank goodness we are getting to the end of the year and won't have to mow the yard anymore. If the weather was hotter, it would suck with all this rain, because the grass would grow pretty fast. But I do love the smell of fresh mowed grass! And I do love the smell of rain. It cleans the air and just is so refreshing.

October 17-The sun peaked through the clouds today. It's going to be a glorious day! The weather is in the low 60's, perfect weather! I'm going to get out and rake up some of the leaves before they really start to fall. It's going to be so great!

October 29-Two more days until Halloween! I can't wait! I love seeing the children dressed up as ghouls and goblins, bags held out in front of them, begging for treats. They are so CUTE! The garden is done, frozen to the core. It didn't take long, a couple of days of real cold weather and everything was gone. I sure am glad I was able to salvage some tomatoes and cucumbers before they were lost. I have boxes packed with paper and tomatoes to ripen in the next couple of weeks. It's going to be great having fresh vegetables for a while.

October 31-I have all the decorations and candy ready for tonight. It should be superb. The weather is supposed to hold up for a little while longer, at least through tonight. It is a good thing, as the Canadian deep freeze is being ushered down, I was so afraid it would be too cold for the children.

November 10-Brrrrr! The ice is here, but no snow yet. At least now I am not suffering through the heat. I can always put clothes on, so I am not going to complain much about the cold. I just don’t like having to scrape the windows whenever I leave the house. Snow is soon to follow, so I am still happy.

November 23-Our first snowflakes!!!!!!!!!! Oh joy! I love the snow! I have been anticipating the snow so much; I made paper snowflakes and hung them around my living room. It’s too bad the snow didn’t stick, but I know there is more to come. I guess in some ways I am glad it hasn’t gotten too bad, as I have to drive so far to see that special someone. But I will figure that all out when the time comes.

December 2-SNOW! It's here and looks like it is going to be here for a while. YEAH! Thanksgiving came and went and I loved it, all the family was here, it was a warm, happy time, and I cherished every moment. But when I woke this morning and saw six inches of snow, I couldn't wait to get my boots and coat on and make angels in the snow. I don't know what it is about the first real snow storm, but it makes me feel gooey! LOL

December 10-Wow! Ten more inches yesterday on top of the twelve we have had on and off for the past week. The snow plows are out in force, the roads getting cleared, the children playing outside, because school had to be closed this morning. I love looking out at the white scenery; it looks so innocent and clean.

December 21-We finally have power back on. Boy that was scarey for a while. That freakish snow storm that left three feet caught everyone off guard. So many trees ending up loosing limbs with the freeze and the snow. I was a little worried when the neighbors told me they heard the power was suppose to be out for at least two days. But 16 hours wasn't bad. The snow is so high, there are little tunnel like walkways . And the cars that didn't move from the curbs are now buried, including mine. Snow plows have no mercy. But I will have someone get it out for me, thank goodness for strong kids. Christmas will be here in a few days. I hope that everyone can make it, I love Christmas. I have so many lights twinkling around my house, both inside and out, it looks like a winter wonderland against the snow, it's pretty amazing. I love it! Joy to the world, am singing Christmas Carols, I love them too!

January 20-I didn't think I would ever be able to be back on line again. It has been a horrible month. It snowed and snowed and snowed. They say it was the biggest snow storm in history, a freak snow storm. It was real tragic. The snow was over the house, no one in, no one out. Thank goodness I have a hoarder mentality and had stocked up on everything. When the power went out, we were okay. When the sewage no longer functioned, well, that was tough, but we managed. If it weren't for the fact that I am strong and can think out of the box, we may have ended up like so many other families that didn't make it. I don't think I will be praying for snow next year.

March 5-That was a tough winter. The cities actually had to truck snow out of the cities, it was pretty horrible. When it was all said and done and then the flooding, boy, the sewers were overflowing, the ground just couldn't take much more. Thank god our house actually is built up away from the ground about two feet. We had to close the upper floor, everyone slept downstairs. We had cell use for a little while, we tried to conserve the batteries as best as we could. I have to give kudos to the governor for calling in the National Guard, without them so many people would have been starving or frozen to death. I have begun to think that with the way global warming is; and they are blaming this on global warming, I am going to go farther south. It was so much like the movie "The Day After Tomorrow" it was almost scarey. Almost, but thank goodness that the freeze was not that bad. If it weren't for the snow, that actually insulated our house, as well as many others, I think more people would have died. I officially like snow, it may take years to love it again.

Where are your honest friends?

So today I want to talk about tatter tellers/gossipers. I have been known in my day to gossip, to relay information about something someone had told me. Generally I go to the source first and clarify any information that I think is false.
I am ticked. I was in a store on Saturday when I received a call on my cell phone. Now I personally don't like cell phones, as everyone and their dog can track you down. It's true you don't have to answer the phone, but generally one of the kids either picks it up and answers or it is one of the kids on the other end.
So I was saying, I was in the store Saturday when I received a phone call from out of state. It was a friend of mine from a southern state who is a big time gossip. I usually get the calls from them to find out what is going on in my neck of the woods. This time it was to relay information about myself. They started asking questions about something I have planned for the near future. I was livid! I had only spoken with three people as to what I was going to do and apparently one of them couldn't wait to blab it to everyone! I live in a very small town, where no one has anything else better to do then spy on the neighbors or talk about them, making assumptions about them that aren't true.
I had to sit down as I was on the phone and a bit shakey. They would not give up the name, but I am no dummy and I KNOW who did it. The thing that really pisses me off, I hadn't spoken to my family about it yet and they are going to be the ones involved. Talk about ticked! And then today, I was speaking with a co-worker, when the BIG FUCKING MOUTH came practically running out of their room to find out what I was talking about with the other person. I stopped talking, turned away, and walked off, mumbling under my breath.
I hate feeling like I am going to be penalizing everyone, because of one big mouth.

What is "work ethic"? Do you know?

I recently had someone post on Facebook that they were so glad their parents taught them good work ethics. I about laughed myself out of my chair.

So I ask, what does one consider a good work ethic?

1. Having a good attitude at work?
2. Being to work in a timely manner?
3. Being cordial to co-workers and customers?
4. Is it being honest?
5. Dependable?
6. Efficent?
7. Being humble?
8. Positive work habits?
9. Being a worker who takes action, rather then sit and wait to be told what to do?
10. Having teamwork?

Let's break it down:

• Having a good attitude isn't about being nice to every one, but about complaining about your job all the time! You have a job, be grateful; there are thousands of people out there that would love your job, so quit whining. You don't like the wages, move on! Again there are people out there that would give up their first born for your job. If you didn't know what you were getting into when you applied for the job, let me tell you, they are not going to change the job description just for you. So shut up or get lost!
• Making it to work on time every day seems to be a problem for some, but you know, not everyone's clock is set the same and it's true, hourly people only get paid from the top of the hour to, when they stop, so why come early? Salary people are paid salary so they can work more hours and not get more wages (and this was told to me by management). Then there are those people who are late 15 minutes every single day, but manage to leave exactly at 5 o'clock. I know their clock can't be that messed up! Be glad I'm not your boss!
• Being cordial to all those around you is not about looking in the mirror and smiling at that one person, but being kind to all that you come in contact with during your work hours. Sometimes it is difficult, even I have trouble with a couple of people, I think my 99% of the time being nice, is doing good. I hate to tell you, that while you are away from your desk and someone else is filling in for you, people coming in comment on how likeable the other person is compared to you. And it's just not about a few people, but most of the people.
• Being honest means being honest to yourself and everyone else. Why lie about things? If you are being dishonest, then you are effecting your job in more ways than your company would like. Just keep it real.
• Are you dependable? Really? Can your boss trust you enough, that you can be left in their place and not mess up the job entirely? Does your boss have confidence in you? Does his/her boss? Do your co-workers come to you for help? Think you know it all? Sorry honey, it's not the same. Dependable means that you can be a life support, that if things got gritty, people would be able to turn to you for help.
• Everyone like to think they are efficient. But playing on the computer all day does not count. You've been given a job to do and I can pretty much quarantee that it does not say in your job description to play hours a day on the computer. Being efficient means that you are able to find work around you, when there isn't anything demanding your attention. What else would make your job easier? What can you do to make that happen? Is there some way you can help out someone else in their job? Efficient=effective.
• Does anyone really know what being humble is all about? Not taking sole credit for a teamwork job? Apparently it means not to be proud. I like that. Not to be arrogant or assertive. I like that too.
• Positive work habits are about be productive to the companies benefit. Not screwing around doing Christmas cards at work or buying stuff on line at work.
• If you see something that can improve your work or a co-worker's job, take action, don't sit around and whine that no one else is going to do it.
• Teamwork is a big word for a great ending. Having teamwork makes life easier at work and home, because you won't be bring your work home with you. Being a team player is the best way to work with co-workers, without it, you will be pitting each other against one another.

The Bitch in Bitchology

B-balanced
I-incredible
T-tough
C-charming
H-humerous

Everyone should have at least one "bitch" in the family. It makes for adventure, good laughs, and life as a never ending lesson to learn by.

Some dictionaries say a bitch is:

1. Someone who annoys or whines incessantly.
2. Someone who rides in the middle on the front seat of the vehicle.
3. Someone who performs slavish duties-down grading themselves.
4. A man whose girlfriend tells him what to do and he does it.
5. A female who is cruel to men.
6. A female with an attitude problem.

I say none of this applies to the strong women who graduate Bitchology.

· We don’t whine, we make you whine!
· We would never ride in the middle of the seat; we will be driving the car!
· We will never be anyone’s slave!
· We would never treat a man like a child, we are done raising children, he either better be a man, or move on asshole!
· We are never cruel to men, we tell them like the honest truth!
· We don’t have attitude problems until someone starts something with us, then maybe we might be a little inclined to put you in your place!

I am a student of "Bitchology"

BITCHOLOGY

I was cleaning my bedroom the other day, when I found some old degrees I had. One was a high school diploma, the other an Associate’s Degree I had gotten years ago. I realized sometime later that I was missing the most important degree I could ever achieve; it was my PH.D in “Bitchology”. Now, it has taken me years to earn this lofty title and it is one that I am especially gifted in and damned proud to have.

Bitchology is an academic unlike any others. There is no theory behind it, unless of course, you are a man on the receiving end, then you think you know what it is all about, think again men. Otherwise, Bitchology is all about the practice of.

Bitchology 101

When you first enter the course, lesson one; you are still naïve, hopeful, optimistic, and promising. You go into the world thinking you can change it for the better, that people are basically truthful, honest, and good. But when the study of human nature begins, you slowly begin to realize things are not as you hoped. Of all the people you meet, maybe one in 25 is close to what you had hoped everyone would be. But still you remain cheerful, you smile, you are polite, you use all the lessons your mother taught you. Then you begin to see and think that maybe most people weren’t taught the essential lessons going up that you were taught.

You start seeing that so many people aren’t honest, with you or themselves. You see people that judge others by the property they own, where they live, how they dress. You see people that say one thing and do another. You see people that use other people to get what they want in life. You start to see life isn’t always fair and that sometimes Karma doesn’t get the bad people in the end.

I recall one of the first lessons I had to learn in Bitchology and that was to learn to say the word “no”. That had to be one of the hardest tests I had ever taken, but I am so glad I was able to pass that. At first, the look on people’s faces were priceless, they had never expected me to say no. But it was also hard, I felt like I was hurting people’s feelings; it wouldn’t be until later on that I would learn that feelings don’t really count.

Your eyes open slowly at first; you are called a “bitch” before you have truly grasped what the word means. There are times you find yourself crying over some small thing that was done to you. But as you progress through the course, you learn that being a bitch becomes a state of mind, rather than a name that someone might call you. You become more confident in who you are, what you can do, and where life is actually leading you. No longer do you need to depend on other’s to make your life “perfect”, but you learn what things in your life make you happy. You no longer care what others think of you, you don’t care what society thinks you are suppose to be, you become more secure in all the things that make you who you are.

Lesson two is learning not to let people take advantage of you. This goes hand in hand with the first lesson. If you can’t say no, you cannot go on to the next lesson. I was such a push over when I was younger. I have a slight OCD problem and have a tendency to collect items. For example, old vinyl records; I got on a buying spree and bought quite a few in the 80’s. But I hated to have them scratched, so I would record them to cassette tape and put the records away for later.

People would come to my house and see my collection and oh and awe over it. They would then ask for the record and I would give it to them, feeling all warm and gooey inside for giving them a gift; until later. Then I would kick myself and think what a pushover I was and I would get sick to my stomach. But it happened over and over, until I learned to say no! Every once in a while I fall back on this lesson, but come quickly to my senses. In some ways, I test people to see how far they are going to go in taking, before offering something in return, to see how much of a leach they truly are.

In some ways, I tend to let people run over me. If I see a homeless person, someone in need, or an animal that needs help, I am more than willing to help out as much as I can, to a point. A lesson my grandmother taught me was, “God helps those, who help themselves.” I actually apply this to people too. I see how much they are willing to do for themselves before I make a commitment to help them very much. If I see they are doing the best they can and still need help, I am more than willing to help, when it applies to this instance, I don’t think of them taking advantage. Unless it goes on for months and months, them asking for stuff and never offering to help in return, then I tend to get really grumpy and stop helping them, actually cutting off ties with them for a while, until I can calm down. I think of helping people, like the barter system; each gives what they can to insure the equality of each action or transaction.

Lesson three is learn new things, become more self dependent. Learning how to do things is so basic. If a child can learn, an adult can too. If you feel overwhelmed, start small, like how to fix the inside of a toilet tank. That is very basic; if your toilet runs all the time, this is a great way to learn something new.

When I was younger I always knew that I would get married and have babies and raise a family; as a unit, as a whole. Well, things didn’t always turn out the way I wanted. I went through some very rough patches in my life, thought I was at the end of my rope, sometimes not wanting to go on, because I didn’t see any solution to making a better life. I had babies without the benefit of a partner, I raised my family without a spouse, I did all the things I didn’t want to do, as I was growing up.

But I had everything I needed in life! I had a house I was buying, I had a car, with no payments, I had a job; I started out at the bottom of this company and worked my butt off to become management. I never received support for my eldest daughter and for my youngest; I didn’t receive support until she was 5. I did all this on $6.30 an hour.

I didn’t know much about cars, but I learned. I went to the library and would check out the Chilton’s manual on my car; one year I put brakes on for my birthday, it was the first time I had ever done it, but I did it by myself. My father actually stopped by to wish me a happy birthday and asked what I was doing; he had been a mechanic in the military. When I told him, he kind of laughed and gave me some pointers; but by then I had already made it past the pointer stage.

The library became a regular stop for years; at one point I became a librarian, I was in the library so much they offered me a job, which I took.

I learned all the basic components of a car, how to change oil, how to change tires, how to change master cylinders, how to change heater cores, how to change alternators, and more. I also learned how a swamp cooler worked, I learned how to change a heating element out of a dryer, I learned how to apply shingles on a roof, I learned how to clean a television set from all the dust to make it work better, I learned how to put tiles up on a bathroom wall; anything and everything around the house I could tinker with, I did; all of this I learned by myself and did it, regardless of other people thought. I became “Miss Fix-it”; other people would come to me for advice.

But I was willing to learn and that is a big hurdle for some people. They are so afraid of learning anything, for fear of failure; they just won’t try to do anything new. The first time I ever changed a tire, a neighbor actually came over to my house. I had never met the neighbor, but she didn’t know what to do, her car had a flat and she had to go to an appointment. I said, no problem, I could change that tire, just give me a few minutes. I had it changed in less than fifteen minutes, I was damned proud of myself and she thought I had done it before; maybe it was beginner’s luck, but we became fast friends after that. I was never afraid to try, if it was possible. Now I don’t like working with electricity, I’ve been plenty shocked, in fact one time I saw the front of a television turned bright purple and knew that wasn’t a good sign, so I threw that TV away.

You just have to try; it’s amazing how much you can do if you try. Even if you are with a significant other, learn new things, it gives you confidence like nothing else can.

One time I went into a repair business in a town 25 miles away from where I lived. I was looking for a specific part for a kitchen appliance. The salesman asked me where I was from, I told him. He laughed and said he thought so, because people from where I live tend to work on their own appliances instead of calling for a repairman. I told him, it costs too much to have a repairman come out and fix things. He nodded his head and said he knew and asked if I had any questions about fixing the appliance. I told him no, I was good. I paid for my piece and left with a smile on my face.

The fourth lesson is all about standing up for yourself; it is one of the scariest things for a woman to do and that is to stand on her own two feet and not be dependent on anyone. I have met so many women that don’t think they can do it on their own; they think they need a man in their life, even if he is abusive. I get so discouraged by the way some women feel their life doesn’t amount to much unless a man is a part of it.

No one else has your best interest at heart, so if you don’t want to stand up, remember no one else will. Over the years, I actually learned to turn the table on the opposite sex. I learned that it was time to play by my rules, not theirs.

I do believe this was almost a graduation period for me, because all the power I wanted, I had. Things were done the way I wanted them done, in the time I wanted them done, and the place I wanted them done. I did not allow others to look down at me; I took care of my business promptly and efficiently. If someone didn’t like me, I really didn’t care; it’s not like I was out to make new friends. I was able to say what I wanted to say with little disregard for others reactions. I didn’t care if I hurt your feelings; I was going to tell you the truth not considering what you felt. I became honest, open, free, and happy; I became me.

I almost let it go when I got married. I had not graduated quite yet, I was still looking for that fairy tale ending. I became that woman again, who felt they needed someone else in their life that would define who they were. I was afraid to grow old by myself; now I know, I am better for me than anyone else.

It took me a couple of years, but I got out of that bad relationship because he took from me every lesson I had learned. I think one of the best moments in my marriage was when we were fighting, it was horrible, he was yelling, I was yelling, and he called me a “f**king bitch”. I instantly became calm, felt a kind of joy pass through me and I turned to him and said “Thank you, that’s the nicest thing you could have said to me.” He became even more enraged, but I didn’t feel the anger or the fear he would normally put in me. I remained calm and even smiled. He finally knew he wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, so he stormed out of the house.

It was a defining moment for me. It finally woke me up and I set my mind to getting out of that relationship, because he was poisoning who I was, who I had become. He slowly had taken my laughter, my pride, my freedom, my self-worth from me, and I was letting him, but no more. It would take some time for me to get free, lots of violence because he did not want to let me walk away from him without him truly destroying everything about me. He would, during this time, try to kill me.

I got out, luckily, all in one piece. Financially, I had to start over, my credit was now horrible, and I couldn’t get credit to save my life. I had to find a new job that had insurance, so I started out again at ten cents above minimum wage. I worked, cleaned up the credit-it is a work in progress, actually bought a car, bought another house-be it a trailer house that I ended up giving away, started a 401K account, became independent again. What a great feeling! I again have worked my way up in my company, from the bottom up and now I am doing very well for myself, I again am a graduate of Bitchology and will proudly carry that title until I die.

A Black Hole

Sometimes I think life is like a vortex, spinning and spinning out of control. The more control we begin to lose in our life, the bigger the bang is going to be-thus the black hole.

Now sometimes a black hole can be a good thing; throwing away the trash from our past, not needing to hang onto the garbage that just seemed to bring us down. Like that love that was unrequited. Or that fight with your best friend. Or just all that bad stuff that happened, that holding onto would become a worm and fester in your soul.

Lately, I have been trying to dump all the bad things and try to grasp the good things. What an incredibily difficult task this is turning out to be! My mind is clouded with a discomfort, making it next to impossible, sometimes, to think. I want the best in life, I actually want a life, but of late, I have been teetering on the edge of wanting to give up.

I wish I could have a sign posted on my body somewhere that states the torment that tramples over my nerve endings. Maybe if there was something telling people how my knees burn, they wouldn't stare at me. I haven't decided whether their eyes are boring into me because of the cane/crutches I need to use to walk, or the weight that is piling on my bones because I can't walk. I just want to yell at them and tell them that all their gawking isn't making me feel much better, that if they knew me better, they would know that I wasn't always like this.

I don't want to go to stores anymore, it's to hard to move around for very long. I can't do much in the way of travel, so I am becoming homebound.

My world is becoming a black hole. I am swirling around, out of control, my body, once thrashing, is now relaxing, enjoying the blackness. Yes, I am ready to say goodbye, but I have too many loose ends, too many people depending on me.

I have been noticing lately that my skin on my knees has become hyper-sensitive. So, not only do the inside of my knees hurt, but I hate to even touch the outside of them. I finally got a reprieve from pain, but then, not really. I have a new doctor and you know how new doctors are about, they want to make sure you are not in there getting pain meds, so they give you as little as possible. But that is okay, I have some to help for now.

This is not a blog of suicide, this is not a blog of murder, this is MY blog of what I feel.

Pain and reflection

Here is my truth, my confession:
I have severe degenerative joint arthritis disease. It’s not a killing disease in the sense that the body does not stop breathing, stop thinking, stop feeling. But it is a killing disease in other ways.
My disease is in both of my knees.
I played softball when I was younger; I was very good, very dedicated to the sport. As I was growing up I wasn’t good at anything, until I found softball. I could play any position, and I gave it everything I had, until I became the most valuable player in my league. Then one year in practice, I was jumping up for a fly when I heard a pop, when I landed on my feet my knee went backwards; I had torn the ligament in my knee. But instead of going to the doctor right away, I played on that knee the rest of the season. I finally went to the doctor and had two nails and a staple put in my leg to fix my problems. But I wasn’t finished torturing myself. I only made it to physical therapy one time and then I high-tailed it out of state and never went back to therapy. So I destroyed my other knee in the process of limping around for a year.
But it didn’t really catch up to me for almost twenty years. I had pain in the surgery knee for all of those twenty years, but it became more and more unbearable.
So now I have severe degenerative joint arthritis disease and I am dying a little more each day. I can’t walk or more accurately limp, for more than fifty feet without my knees wanting to buckle under the pain. I can’t climb any kind of incline or stair. I can’t sit or lie in any position long or my knees begin to freeze up and hurt. So I have delegated myself to wanting to do nothing. I feel a part of me slowly wanting fading away, I don’t talk to anyone, for I fear they will think I am feeling sorry for myself; and in some ways I suppose I am.
For years friends, family, doctors all thought maybe I was play acting a little bit on the pain issue, they did not understand how badly I hurt as I put on a front, laughing. But it is the way I have always been. Lately I can’t hide the tears anymore. The pain has left me feeling useless. I can’t stand-to do the dishes, I can’t mow the yard, I can’t pull weeds, I can’t play with my grandchildren, I can’t lift any kind of weight, I can’t go to the movies, I can’t get out of lawn chairs, I have to hold on to the wall and the sink to go to lower myself to the toilet, I can’t get in and out of the bathtub without almost falling all the time, I can barely get in and out of the car without falling out on my face. But I CAN feel sorry for myself. I will never be able to climb the Great Wall of China, I will never be able to go bike riding, I will never be able to jog, I will never be able to play tag or hide and seek again, I will never be able to fly long distances in a plane, I will never be able to go on long walks on the beach or otherwise.
The pain in my knees becomes so unbearable at times, the doctor won’t give me pain killers, saying I will become addicted to them. She gives me 30 and thinks that I am taking two a day for two months. According to mathematics, that does not compute.
I wake up 21 times a night in so much pain I am crying in my sleep. No one believes me, so I have begun to shut myself off from the world. I’m so tired from lack of sleep, I have become depressed, I cry all the time when I am alone. I still put on a front around people, if I have to be around people. I don't want to talk to my kids--I want to be left alone.
You think I should go to the doctor? I am trying; it is not a matter of money, but other extenuating circumstances.
I am not asking for advice by writing this, I am trying to purge my depression. I want to be a productive person again and I think by writing, I will be more able to become free of the hold of the depression has taken on me. Getting it out, letting others know, you are not alone. I am a strong person, just having a moment of weakness.

Life can be the pits!

So a little over a year ago, I bought my youngest daughter a car. Being the cheap skate that I am, I only paid $150 for it. It is an much older Honda Civic that has been through hell. But it runs, oh, when it wants to. My daughter hasn't wanted to drive it in the winter, but she is getting excited to drive it during the summer. Meanwhile, she has been driving my cars back and forth to where she needs to go.

About a week ago she wanted to go see a friend. I said sure, but she needed to drive her car. She was pretty excited and decided to go. She left and a while later called and said she was going to town. I asked if she wouldn't stop by the store in our town before heading to the bigger town.

The phone rings and she tells me the car is parked outside the store and won't start. Okay, so I will be there in a few minutes to get her.

Meanwhile, her friend and her friend's father have arrived at our house to pick up my daughter to take her to the other town. I explain to the father that the car won't start and I am going to go tow the car home. He askes if I have done this before and I tell him, yep, plenty of times. He says okay, but he will follow me down to the car.

We get to the Honda and push it out to the street, so I can hook it up to my car. Now, I have to tell you, I love to drive my Ford Festiva. It's a light weight, little car, that looks like a roller skate. It does not have air bags or anything that if hit, will save people in the car. It is an old sardine can, only holding 4 1/2 bodies inside, but it can hold three big bails of hay in the backend. Lol, that is another story for another time.

So the father looks on skeptically, but I assure him we can do this. So I back my Festiva in front of the Honda and pull out the straps I have in the back of the Festiva, they are actually motorcycle straps, not meant to pull cars. Now dad is really looking at me like I am crazy. I again assure him that my daughter and I have done this before. He hooks the cars together and sees there is only a two feet gap between the cars, more skeptical looks from him.

My daughter and I have a system, we have done this before and she knows she will have to be my brakes, I am the engine. It starts to sprinkle and I roll my window down. We have five miles to get back to the house, so we start. At the first stop sign I wave to her, out my window, not to stop. Next stop sign the same. The Honda weighs substantially more than the Festiva and I don't want to stop and go repeatedly.

We finally hit the highway and get the cars up to fifty miles an hour. I look in the rear view mirror one time and realize all I can see is the windshield on her car. So from here on out I look at the side view mirror. We are getting close to the house, but it is an uphill struggle and then my driveway is really uphill. So I am thinking I can't slow up, because I will never be able to pull her up to the house; and now I see headlights coming down the hill in our direction. No way am I slowing down.

I have my arm out the window and am really waving it to let her know I do not want to slow down. The driveway approaches and I make my turn. Okay, so I forgot her car was not on, therefore, she did not have power steering. Oops! She tries to manuver into the driveway, but can't cut the turn I made. Instead she accidentally does the pit manuver on the Festiva.

I have my dog in the front sit of the car with me, as the car begins to fly into a 180 degree motion, she flies into the windshield, in what I think is slow motion. Her face plants on the glass and she has a "what the fuck?" kind of look in her eyes. The car comes to a stop within seconds, though it did feel longer and I jump out of my car. My daughter jumps out of her car and begins to apologize, but all I can do is laugh.

There was no damage done to either car, though at the speed we were going, the Festiva should have flip. We were way lucky and I think I had better get bigger tow straps. LOL

I peed in the wrong pool

My momma always told me, stupid is as stupid does.

So, I just get done blogging, post my blog, sign off on my computer, and head for work.
Step out the door, foot to the ground, and WHAM! Step on a damned screw that was in a "piece of art" of Liz's. More like a PIECE OF SHIT! Ya, I said it.

So now I am trying to hop around, the "art" was on about a 2x3 piece of wood, BUT everytime I move my foot, the damned board moves with me. FUCK!

So now I am yelling mother fucker over and over cuz I can't quite shake the thing, until I fall over into the garbage cans, now it finally falls off my foot. Mother fucker!

Blood is gushing out, it's a pretty good hole in my foot, about the size of an eraser and a little over an inch deep, again, mother fucker!

I finally had to open the door and yell mother fucker, before my daughter realized something was wrong. Now I really didn't want to trail blood around the house, so I tell her to get a towel, she is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, it didn't help I was still yelling mother fucker and telling her to do like 5 things now!

Finally, after calling work and telling them I was going for Tetnus shot and getting in the car, my daugther driving like a madman, things begin to calm down. I tell my daughter to slow down, it's not like it's an emergency.

So, all's well, that end's well. I now have ANOTHER perscription, add that to my list of have to takes. My pills look that they just came out of the movie "Valley of the Dolls", all different colors and sizes, greens, reds, whites, yellows. hmmmmmmmmmmm

Oh no you di’int, not in my pool!!

In this world there sure does seem to be some truly disappointingly stupid people.
Take for instance, the kids who video taped themselves making Molotov cocktails and then actually using them to burn down buildings. Come on, video tape yourself? Okay now you are labeled dumb, but not only did they do that, but someone thought it would be a nice finishing touch to put their names to the video. Hello? Anyone home?
Do we really want people like this in the gene pool? I think if we were to do an estimation of dim-witted and smart people, our IQ’s would drop substantial by allowing them to be a part of the human race.
How about the idiots who go on Judge Judy to sue their, oh, ex’s? It usually turns out that the ex has filed a counter suit; which would have never occurred to them until the mindless one files. Judge Judy listens carefully, berates them a few times, and oh let’s see, finds in favor of the ex! Because thick headed people think they are smarter than the average intelligent person, including Judge Judy.
I do get a kick out of her and the way she is trying to eliminate the shallow end of the gene pool by telling these people not to mate; not that they listen.
But without these truly dense, ill-bred people, where would people like me find entertainment? I truthfully don’t think I am in the kiddy pool with all the idiots, but find myself in the endangered pool, trying to keep my head above water, because the idiots have decided we need to have some kind of weight put on us, the weight of their asinine thinking! They feel we should heed their advice. Really? Uh, let me think on this for a second.
When, in our youth, it is decided who is to go on to the above intelligent pool and the “uh, oh, you stole my eggo” bunch? Is there a certain class that needs to be given to help strengthen the gene pool or when they hit 13, is it too late? I actually think it is the second one, because at 13, they now know more than their parents and teachers.
So maybe there is hope for the under 13 age group, maybe we should stand up and start mentoring them and hope for a brighter future, that is not lit up by Molotov cocktails.

Hiding in Plain Sight

When I was younger there was no such thing, in my eyes, as racism. I was raised military and we accepted all ways of life. A friend was just that, a friend. It didn’t matter what color they were or where they came from, so long as they accepted you for who you were.

When we finally came back from a year long stint of Europe, I felt comfortable at my new schools. Again there wasn’t racism, because the schools I went into happened to be located by a military base and we were integrated with military and non military children.

So a couple of years ago someone asked me if we had Hispanics when I was in school and I told them that I really couldn’t remember any. It was that there weren’t any, I just didn’t see the difference between them and myself. Some of the Hispanic kid’s parents were military, so they were no different than me. In fact, some of the people I hung out with daily at school were Hispanic. I had to look through the yearbook to see.

But I do remember looking in the local newspaper and being able to tell when the farm seasons were opened up. The arrests for Hispanic people increased substantially. And even then, we would have raids at local factories by the INS and the Hispanics would scatter.

Now there is no hiding. The illegal aliens in this part of the country are bold almost to the point of knowing nothing is going to be done to them. Now they blend in with the rest of society. Why should they hide, nothing is going to be done to them, every one knows who they are, where they are; it's a running joke.

I don’t mind my country, our country, being the melting pot of the world, but there has to be something we can do to make our country safe and secure. I hate the fact that I have to lock my doors every single night; I used to not do this. I hate the fact that if there is a party for the town, in summer, at night, there is going to be fights, 90% between Hispanics. I hate the fact that more and more illegal’s are moving in, finding ways around our laws and thinking that we, the Americans, owe them something because they have come here to work in our fields
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I hate to burst so many bubbles out there, but the illegal’s I have met, have never worked in the fields. I have worked in the fields. My employer actually hires Mexicans, from Mexico, to come up here and work our fields. They are not illegal, they are documented. Over the last couple of years, they made more money than I did, working for the same company.
Let me tell you, when they are hired through the legal channels, they are to have a few things for them when they get here.

· They are to have proper housing, furnished. It must have beds, bed linens, tables, chairs, dishes, silverware, pots, and pans. Remember this is to be ready when they get here.
· We are to pay for travel from the Mexican border to the place of employment.
· Their wages are a good deal more than minimum.
· They are to be furnished with toilet paper.

I know they work hard, but if John Doe were to apply for the same job, but he checks the “Caucasian” box, all the employer has to offer him is minimum wage.

Some of these people will go back willingly, some will not. And then when they stay, they become illegal.

I don’t mind if these people come over legally and then want to stay and “apply” for a more permanent stay. I don’t mind that they want to become a productive citizen. But even those that are illegal, using someone else’s information, they claim “exempt” on taxes, so they don’t pay taxes, or they are paid under the table and do not pay taxes.

So who do you think pays for them to go to the doctor or a hospital bill? How about electric bills or phone bills? They use alias names, sometimes having multiple, when they apply for phones, or satellite TV, or go to the doctor. How are these businesses suppose to collect from figments of the imagination?

This is why I think we need to really crack down on this situation. And here are some ways I think would really work:

· When having a baby, if any of the participants are non American persons, NO AUTOMATIC CITIZENSHIP. That means they cannot cross into the USA and have babies, making their babies US citizens, then expect us to pay for their birth and now take care of them for the rest of their lives.
· Want to buy something? Prove you are supposed to live here! No cars, no homes, no boats, only things to eat, food to help you get back home.
· If you apply to live and work in the United States, you will not be able to get ANY benefits from the government, including Food Stamps. You should be able to take care of your family without help, otherwise, stay in your own country, don't come to my country and expect us to hand anything out. I don't go to other countries expecting the riches of their countries to fall into my hands.
· I believe non-residents should have a sponsor in the United States that will vouch for their welfare, their actions. This way if the application is granted, the sponsor will be responsible if the non-resident gets into trouble. And no more open seasons allowing people breaking the law to get immunity to stay in my country. I don't think so!

Being illegal is against the law, but looking at law breakers, they are more times likely to hide in plain sight, knowing nothing is going to happen.

Money, Money, Money

So I like to read the local newspaper, which is much different than big city newspapers. In our local paper they print the names of people who had to go to court and what the judgement is in their cases.
Now here we go, another thing that really pisses me off.
Let's say John Doe was arrested for breaking and entering. He goes to court and the judge gives him a $1000 fine and 30 days jail time. Our local court house, and I am sure this is happening all over the United States, likes to suspend fines and jail time.
GIVE ME A BREAK!
What is the point of the judge telling John Doe he is to pay the County money and spend some time in jail and then turn around in the same breath and say, oh never mind.
Why bother? I mean, come on!
IF you are ordered to pay a fine, DON'T suspend it! Make these criminals pay their fines, maybe it will teach these people to stop doing crime. And what is the saying "You do the crime, then do the time." For God's sakes, when we let criminals get away with stuff, why not open our doors and just let them in?
Think of all the money the states would have if they made these people actually pay their fines. And I tend to think that if they have to pay these fines, they are going to be a little more careful next time, unless they are rolling in money.
You get a $1000 fine, you pay it! When the judge orders you to go to jail, you do not pass go, you go directly to jail. Extenuating circumstances? Hell NO! Stop acting like an idiot and become a productive member of society. Let our officers have a break.
I'm sick and tired of the same people committing crimes over and over. If they have to pay for their crimes, either they will get better at their crimes (highly unlikely) or they will stop.
I have known people in the past and actually currently, that seem to commit the same unlawful acts over and over and they get away with it. Why not? The judicial system really doesn't care, law enforcement is overwelmed by all the crime, and people see that nothing is being done to these people, so they don't bother to report crimes, turn a blind eye. I myself turn more blind eyes than not. I have seen these people get away with everything, from their personal lives to their employment and no one is doing anything, so I would rather not rock the boat at this point. They are not bothering me, right? I am not the law, the law won't do anything, why should I?
It's not that I don't care, I do, but I am one little peeble in a rock quarry. Unless, we all stand together and say enough is enough, nothing is going to be done.
But wouldn't it be wonderful to have all that money that is being suspended and put it back into the County, say into a rec center or an after school program that would help kids, teach them, maybe keep them off the roads, out of our houses, and out of jail.
And as for the people that get their time suspended, not anymore. Go to Jail, directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

I need money, I need drugs

I work hard for my money and I ain’t singing no song. I have struggled, but made my way through life. There have been some times that I just couldn’t do it on my own, so I received Welfare. It was while I was on Welfare that I actually got into computers and electronics. I volunteered, while on Welfare, to work for the school district, where I worked with special kids and I am talking about high intelligence.
Being on Welfare is embarrassing and I couldn’t wait to get off of it. Needless to say, I have not received monies or stamps for over 20 years.
But while I was on welfare, I saw lots of people that did drugs, hell; I saw them doing all kinds of illegal activity, including prostitution. Most were earning money because to be on Welfare, you don’t get much. I still see people who are abusing the system. Why is it that we can help people doing drugs, but we can’t help our senior citizens who need prescription drugs?
The thing that makes me irritated beyond belief, I have to take a drug test to EARN my money; as well as many of you, but people on Welfare do not have to take drug tests to GET my tax dollars. WHAT IS THAT?! Nothing irritates me more than people who can smoke dope all day, every day, run up bills, and get Food Stamps.
I knew a family years ago that got over $1000 a month in food stamps. Now we are talking over 20 years ago and $1000 was a hell of a lot of money. They would get this on the first of the month and not have money for groceries by the fifth of the month. How you ask? They would sell their food stamps for half the price of the face value and by drugs with the $500. I never did that, as I need my groceries, but I have paid ½ the price and received them. I figured they were going to sell them one way or another, why not get twice the groceries and not have to pay tax on the groceries?
So, why can’t the government pass a law about receiving Welfare and taking drug tests? Think of all the money we would save, because there would be less people receiving help, as they won’t stop doing drugs. And I am not talking about a pee test, but maybe a blood test or hair follicle test. If you test positive, then you do not get any help, period.
It’s the children I feel sorry for. If these parents spent the money on their kids instead of on drugs, the kids would have that coat in the winter they need, they would have shoes that fit their feet, they would have school supplies instead of having to borrow.
The way we have to be as Americans, we need to help the people who really need help, but they need to understand that they have to be able to try to help themselves too. We are a country of very generous people, but sometimes we need to take a stand and say no more. Doing drugs is illegal, getting Welfare is beneficial. People need to make a choice, become a productive member of society or shut up, cuz we are not giving handouts anymore!

have or have nots

Now I am a very opinionated person, not hypocritical, but I have no fear to say what is on my mind, and here I have some issues that I am really strong minded about.
Today my issues deal with having driver’s licenses and what having that card, should mean. Some of you already know what I feel about this, but for those who don’t, let me fill you in.
I believe that having driver’s license is like a passage to adulthood. You have to be a specific age to achieve this, but I think there should be more responsibilities tied to the driver’s license.
· If you have a license, you probably have a car or are getting a car. I don’t think you should be able to own a car without a driver’s license and insurance. They should be presented at the time you get your title and registrations. While there, they check your license to make sure it is real and not suspended or expired. The insurance papers are to be presented at that time too. They must be up to date, randomly checked by the DMV, time being the issue.
· The insurance company is to inform the state, that the car is registered in, if the owner discontinues insurance and does not have proof of new insurance. Hence, no insurance, no vehicle.
· So now we have no license, no car and no insurance, no vehicle.
· In order to get a driver’s license, I believe you must be a citizen of the United States or a working legal alien. So now we have, not legal, no driver’s license, no insurance, and no vehicle.
· Now if you commit any kind of crime with that vehicle, you lose the vehicle. Which means, if you are caught drunk driving, you lose your driver’s license AND your vehicle. You do not get your vehicle back, it is gone for good, the state will sell it to open a fund for rehabilitation of alcoholics.
· You no longer have a driver’s license or a vehicle, you will now need to have friends take you wherever you are drinking or a taxi cab. BUT if you drive a friend’s vehicle and are pulled over for drunk driving, that vehicle is now in possession of the state. We will not care that is was not your vehicle, your friend allowed you to drink and drive, they lose their rights to the vehicle, there will be no if’s, and’s, or but’s.
· If you commit a crime in the vehicle, for example, burglary, again you lose your driver’s license, hence your vehicle. We will not support your being able to drive from crime to crime.
· Whoever owns the vehicles will still be liable for whatever the pay off on the vehicle is and whatever damaged might have been done during the course of illegal activities.
I think that with the crack down on these types of things, we will have less vehicle on the roads and less crimes.
And wouldn't it be great that you had to somehow be legal to buy anything? Now I am talking beyond cars, like homes. It might open up the market for an actual American to be able to afford a new house.
Even where I live, the illegal people are able to buy bigger and better, because they have the whole family working. That would be nice, except I want my kids to have an education and my girls not to be expected to marry when they are 15. I want my children to be independent and not dependent.
I look at the Hispanic women in my community, because we are a farming area, and I feel sorry for some of them. Sure their husbands go out and work, but these ladies are at home busting ass, taking care of the family. Then on the weekends the men are partying and trying to pickup other women, while the wives are still home taking care of the family.
It may have only been 50-60 years ago, our parents were like this, but baby, we've come a long way and I personally, would never wish to go back to what it was. I like being able to have what I want because I am educated and have a good job. I don't want to be stuck at home, without a license, taking care of my husband and children and in laws sometimes too.
So in closing, I have to say, we live in a great country, but it could be better. If we start making laws and actually sticking to them, I think the flood of people coming into our country would turn tides and we would actually see them leaving.

may i take your order?

Now here is another gripe I have. What happened to the smiling young girl who used to greet you at the window, excited to be doing her job? Now you get a pimply young man, boy at best, who isn't thrilled to be at work, but his parents have told him he needed to get a job, because they had one when they were his age. His manner is slow, his speech is slow and low, and his attitude is slow, low, and I don't give a shit.
Tonight my daughter and I went to the big Mickey's house and ordered a simple meal to go, thru the go thru window. I felt as if I were pulling this poor boy's finger nails from his body one by one, as I placed my order. He wasn't screaming, though that probably would have been more excitement than he had showed in months; instead he was lethargic. At the end of placing the order, usually I have to repeat myself at least once, this time I didn't, but his monotone voice told me that I need to go to the first window to pay.
We got to the window and he was holding his hand out for payment. No happy smile on this boy's face, his monotone voice was asking the next customer in line their order. When giving back my change, which was correct, he couldn't even say the right amount.
My God! I wanted to hop this kid up on something! Enthusiasm Boy!
Where are the people that took pride in their jobs?
Where are the people that truly want to work?
When I was in high school, many, many moons ago, we had a class that tried to prepare us for life coming up. We were taught that at the end of the day you should be proud to sign your name to whatever job you happened to do that day.
I have lived by that every day since, always taken pride in my jobs, from being a janitor, a cashier, a bartender, to a boss, a manager, a supervisor.
I just wish these kids would show as much personality as the folks that are greeting you at Wally World. Now they know what jobs are about, hell they know what life is about.
So kids, get a life!!!

Are you ready to be made a fool?

So April 1st is coming and we all know what that means, or do we? Again we have a very real threat that might be affecting anyone able to read this. A very nasty virus is about to be unleashed, the date, April Fool's Day.
So you are gonna ask what is the difference between this virus and others? Well, Microsoft thinks it is such a threat they have put a $250,000 bounty on the head of the person who wrote this virus. That's a pretty good chunk of money for what you may think is a little virus, well, obviously it's not a little. This virus has been growing and revamping itself since it snuck into computers.
Now, I personally would love to meet and talk to someone who can write such a virus. The smarts behind them, the intelligence, the genius. I think talking with someone like this would be amazing, but that's just me. I think someone like this would be able to help me understand the computer better, and I have to say, I am no dumby on the computer, I have not had specific training on the puter, but I am a quick learner and know stuff I have checked into.
It's just that virus's are way out of my league. I have seen some of the program jargon used to write virus's and that is amazing to me. Another amazing feat would be the programmers who are deconstructing this virus and trying to find out about it and find who wrote it. Think about that! If you ever get a chance to see a program, do it, it is amazing.
Oh and by the way, the virus's name is Confricker 3. Nobody is really sure how hard it is going to hit, but it could possibly infect 50,000 computers a day!
So beware and be aware..

Manners or Morons?

What happened to our youth? What happened to common courtesy?
I have to tell one story of lost manners.
I went to the movie theater in a near by town. It is nearby, because I live in the country and have to travel to the nearest town, if I want to see a new flick.
We don't go to the movies often, but it's alway fun and special.
One this particular day, it was a family gathering for the theater. There was four generations in our little group, ranging from 3 to 67. We were going to see the newest "Harry Potter" movie; this had become a yearly adventure for us.
So we get our popcorn, drinks, and goodies and find our seats, where we could all sit together. We eagerly anticipate the movie, it's really exciting for us.
The lights dim, and from behind us, I hear late arrivals.
The previews begin and so does the hell I am about to go through.
For the next almost 3 hours, the complete morons seated behind me have me grinding my teeth and raising my blood pressure.
There, apparently, are 3 generations behind me, as I can hear every word they are saying; they don't even have the decency to whisper. The kids, I believe two of them, kick my chair over and over and over. They slurp their drinks, even when empty. They scream, they cry, they talk back to their parents, without any discipline from the parents or the grandmother. I try all the tactics that I know, as in: turn my head part way to look at them & harmph loudly many times. By now they have gotten up a few times and hit persons in my party in the head, hitting the back of their chairs hard.
The movie breaks. The lights come up. I do not remember one second of the movie before this point. I was so angry that I wanted to leave, but my mother was really interested in the movie. I wanted to confront the morons behind me, but my daughter held me back. There is only 30 minutes left in the movie and guess what? The parents finally send the children home with their grandmother.
My question: manners or morons?
What are these parents teaching these children? I see the kids now-a-days, they don't hold doors open for senior citizens, they blantantly use foul language whenever, wherever they feel the need, they pierce their bodies in places I don't care to know, but what's up with the face? I don't want to see what I think is a piece of body fluid hanging from their top lip when they are serving me my lunch. I would not hire anyone with piercings in their face for my business if they had to deal with the public. And what about them not knowing what a belt is? They dress and leave half of their pants at their knees, what is that? And how can they walk or even run in an emergency?
Enough of my ramblings, I just want to know why parents are not teaching their children right from wrong, respect your elders, and do unto others as you would have them do unto you?
I am getting old, my views on life are getting ancient, soon you will see this blog carved into the walls of a cave, hmmmmm