Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I'd like to thank the justice system and Charlie, without either of them I never could have created such a worthy post. Oh, and thanks to Cat for making the brownies.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
(these are all found at chick.com, each one is linked to the full version)
Here's one recommended for the younger children who come to your door for candy
Oh, yes, those children are going to sacrifice her poor little kitty for a spell (on Halloween, of course) C'mon, people, someone had to put a stop to those satan-loving, ritualistic murderers code-named "first graders"
And here's a classic I actually remember from when I was young
Here's one about Islam, did you know that God doesn't love you until you are "born again"?
Oh, and this one is "redrawn for black readers"
But God doesn't only hate muslims...
When Jt and I couldn't remember what JCC stood for, he came up with "Jewish Central Command" NOT SO FUNNY ANYMORE!!
Catholicism's pact with the devil, REVEALED! This one's called "Death Cookie"
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
"Those Amish people, everyone is sitting around talking about those poor little girls — blah, blah, blah — they brought the wrath upon themselves," Phelps-Roper said, adding that the Amish "don't serve God, they serve themselves."
The ugly face of hate-Rev. Phelps
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Finally got around to posting these, my apologies if you actually read this blog, the girls' blog AND MySpace! Most of these photos are from a hike to the top of Diamond Head or what I like to call, "How to kill a pasty, fat midwesterner." The rest of the week we did NOTHING!! We walked around a lot and watched the surfers, and laid around the pool or hotel room. We watched lots of reruns of Law and Order and Judging Amy and of course, saw the Daily Show every night. Cable TV: A vacation in itself.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
By Garry Mitchell
The Associated Press
"In previous years, a yellow jacket nest was no larger than a basketball, Ray said. It would contain about 3,000 workers and one queen. These gigantic nests may have as many as 100,000 workers and multiple queens."
"We're not really sure how this multiple queen thing works," Ray said. "It could be that the daughters of the original queen don't leave the nest or that the queens have developed some way to cooperate."
Sounds like Darwin's theory at work.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
So, what exactly does a squirrel's attack position look like?
Some highlights from:
A squirrel gone wild (click for full article)
Osborne smacked it with a shoe, but that only seemed to anger the animal. "It started getting in attack position toward me," he said. So he grabbed the birthday-cake box and caught the squirrel in midflight.
But before Klute stomped him, the tough squirrel had already survived a police pepper-spraying, Osborne's bucket detention - - and Fern Ochakoff's purse.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Perhaps you're familiar with Rolie Polie Olie? Cute enough, not as annoying as Caillou. We picked up a DVD at the library this week which had a new character. A baby. Named Cootchie.
E:"Mommy, do you like Cootchie?"
M:"I sure do."
E:"Does Daddy like Cootchie?"
M:"I don't know, you'll have to ask him."
E:"Daddy, do you like Cootchie?"
D:(face red from the silent laughing)"Yes, honey, I do."
Thursday, July 27, 2006
A Memphis church that claims a membership of 12,000 will unveil a 72-foot-tall statue during Fourth of July services.
Which do you prefer? Our very own "Touchdown Jesus" or this fine use of $2.5 MILLION?
Here's another one. Looks like a joke but certain members of my family would wear it with pride.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
I love MySpace.
I can't stop.
It's like crack...or flavor-ice, pick your poison
I'm talking to people...people I know but NEVER talk to...like family members! I've even found some old friends. It's really easy to search for people you know.
If Jedd calls you this week, it's likely to be about an intervention.
Monday, July 17, 2006
It's something I read in an article about internet safety. It was written as a reminder to your kids that, when online, they are talking to strangers. It made me think, though, that we encounter strangers with our kids everyday...well, everyday we can get out of the house anyway! We don't think that someone we see at the grocery store or library might obsess about our children or follow us home...because we can't live that way and really, it would be ridiculous. For me, encountering people in the real world is harder because my pedophile radar is set so high. I see people around who I am relatively certain are pedophiles. But I don't leave my kids alone with anyone I don't trust. For us, that means leaving them with, well, almost no one.
My concern over who is looking at my children online is really low. You might find this odd if you know what a paranoid freak I am in "real life."
I have some friends who have recently become more concerned about who is looking at their kids. For them, and for me, what do the rest of you think?
Thursday, July 13, 2006
A few other thoughts lately...I've developed a mild obsession with Scientology. It started with this story that the Haggis linked. None of it seemed like it could possibly be real until I started looking around. If you read the story and then read Scientology's own site...the language and beliefs and all are the same. I even found this great picture of the "e-meter"
Yes, that is John Travolta.
I looked up local centers through Scientology's locator and one center happened to be between my house and Isabelle's, where I happen to go three times a week.
So, of course, I drove by. Normal house, normal neighborhood. What's that about? Anyway, I feel like I've exhausted my study of this particular cult. I really didn't realize how big and dangerous it was until I read this stuff. Makes me want to vandalize the Dianetics booth in the local mall.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I justify my shopping there by insisting that it won't make a bit of difference if I do or don't support Wal-Mart. It is the capitalist machine, it's how America works and all we can really do is try and fight the inevitable troubles as they come.
Once organic is mainstreamed, Wal-Mart won't be the only market for it, as the article seems to suggest. There will suddenly be competition and competition means growth in these parts. Organic farms will have to increase production but so will other major chains have to provide the lower priced organics. The demand will grow and so will the farms.
Unfortunatly, the little guy could get trampled by the bigger companies being able to produce more. I recognize this but I'm not sure there's much to be done...it's the way things work here. I don't know what the answer is but it seems a little too easy to get mad at the big guys for it. They all started somewhere and succeeded by finding ways to give people what they want. If they do it unethically or even illegally, we call them out. It's been done before and Wal-Mart was forced to clean up their image as an employer.
How else can we respond?
Read the article, I'm really interested in what others have to say about this.
Monday, June 19, 2006
This is what we get for naming them after cities.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
So, that's why you're getting the second Daily Show post this month. I can't help it.
This is the segment from Tuesday night with Ken Mehlman, chairman of the Republican National Committee. The whole thing is amusing but when Jon asks him why they're so secretive, Ken just undoes his own pants to make the whole thing easier:
Ken: "There are things that every president, every administration, has this. Last one did, this one does. There are things when they have internal meetings that if everything is, 'Let's tell you what we met about,' then there's not gonna be serious internal discussion because people will think it'll be in the newspaper..."
Jon: "Right. It'd be like, like uh, OPEN GOVERNMENT!"
Did you know that today is Flag Day? Yeah, me neither. Apparently, the senate is actually ridiculously close to passing the ban on flag-burning. Wha..?? You heard right, this is America where you have the right to speak out...unless it offends someone else. Really, what is the point of this ban? Are they starting with the little rights so they can sneak up to the bigger ones? I just don't get it, aren't there more important things to do?
Article at Donklephant (borrowed from Star Spangled Haggis...I swear I'm trying to cut down on the links I steal from you)
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I know I'm revealing more geek than anyone wants to see but I will not apologize! I love aliens and all things related. Those of you who know the alien encounter story involving one of my college roomates might think that's where this obsession started, but no, it was long before that! I couldn't honestly say where it all began but when I was fourteen, I looked out my bedroom window one night and the horizon was glowing green. It was similar to the glow from a tv but all across the horizon where the field behind us turned into forest. I've always wondered what that could have been...maybe that's when it started.
Now that you know that about me, maybe you can understand my fascination with this story out of India:
Mysterious red cells might be aliens
By Jebediah Reed Popular Science
Friday, June 2, 2006
(PopSci.com) -- As bizarre as it may seem, the sample jars brimming with cloudy, reddish rainwater in Godfrey Louis's laboratory in southern India may hold, well, aliens.
In April, Louis, a solid-state physicist at Mahatma Gandhi University, published a paper in the prestigious peer-reviewed journal Astrophysics and Space Science in which he hypothesizes that the samples -- water taken from the mysterious blood-colored showers that fell sporadically across Louis's home state of Kerala in the summer of 2001 -- contain microbes from outer space.
Specifically, Louis has isolated strange, thick-walled, red-tinted cell-like structures about 10 microns in size. Stranger still, dozens of his experiments suggest that the particles may lack DNA yet still reproduce plentifully, even in water superheated to nearly 600 degrees Fahrenheit . (The known upper limit for life in water is about 250 degrees Fahrenheit .)
Monday, June 05, 2006
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
We'd been joking about the dream all day yesterday. Then his best friend called and told him he had a dream in which Jedd told him he was having an affair with someone at work. Now, maybe I've been watching too much Medium, but that's just weird. I already have gigantic trust issues anyway. It's always in the back of my mind that one day I'll find out that Jedd isn't even remotely similar to the person I think he is. He is really some mysoginist, a womanizer whose life revolves around the lie he's created with me and our entire life together has been a game for him. Which really is crazy if you know Jedd! Except that he really does like to lie...and he has said that if I ever leave I have to take the kids...hmm...
Friday, May 12, 2006
Her Mama: Here's your banana AND I got these yummy cinnamon rolls last night!
(She eats the icing off the top, hands it back to me)
Her: I want bologna. Not a bologna samwich, just bologna, just two bolognies.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Okay, I know that was totally lame. I was on Lamictal (a mood stabilizer) for ten days. By the eighth day the side effects were unbearable. I thought that if I knew they would go away I could power through it but the psych said that he was concerned about the mood related side effects. So now I'm day 3 off of it and still dizzy, nauseous, irritable and weepy. At least I'm not seeing things anymore...
One of the hardest things about being any kind of sick is when you have to rely on the people around you. You start to wonder where the breaking point will be for them...you wonder what they might be saying when you're not around. What if Jt gets tired of me...what if my friends are only being nice because they feel obligated. The hardest thing I've done in all of this was to tell the girls I'm really close to. I knew some of them would be amazing and supportive but in a group of ninish people, there are going to be those who don't really believe there's illness involved and you just need more faith. There has been a little of that but I was prepared for it. Mostly I was just tired of feeling like I was hiding something really big from the people I am closest with. You tell yourself over and over, "It's not me it's the illness" or in the case of this past weekend, "This is not me, this is the medicine" But what if it never gets better. What if they don't find the right medications.
I thought that since I had a good diagnosis, it meant things would get better. I guess I was dreaming, thinking that I could just take a mood stabilizer instead of my usual SSRIs and yummy Klonipins and... problem solved. I failed to realize how very different these kinds of medications are. Sometimes it creeps me out and I want it out of my brain and of course I start to think that the illness itself isn't all that bad. It's rapid cycling and my depressions haven't lasted more than two days. Hypo-mania can be nice, I get to be super-mom for a week or so. The house is spotless, I don't need much sleep and I have the energy to spend lots of quality time with the offspring. Okay, so it seems nice but remember the first season of Desperate Housewives when Lynette was taking ADD meds? Yeah, that's why it's not so good.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Until he died, he had to hold on to his excuses because he couldn't live with himself if he didn't. He can't hold on to those anymore and I know that he stood (or will stand) before God and saw his sins for what they were and that responsibility for his actions was laid on him. But I also know that those sins were then removed. It's such an amazing concept, those things are no longer a part of him, he is no longer a culmination of his actions, his goods and bads. Now he just gets to be Bob, the one God sees and loves. Which means that now he is just Uncle Bob. I feel closer to him now than I ever have in my life. Weird, huh?
At the service I was grieving for my family but I had so much peace and joy about him and where he is and who he is now. I cannot describe to you the healing this has brought me. What's amazing is realizing that when Christ died it wasn't just a means for us to be saved...it was to bring us healing, it's encompassing. Bob being redeemed through Jesus Christ has brought me healing and I know that's what God intended.
I have never in my life felt the way I have in the past couple months, maybe even just weeks. I feel like, for the first time, I actually know God. And I trust Him...that's the real kicker. It was only last fall that I thought I would NEVER really trust Him.
So, how was the funeral? I usually just tell people, "Well, I was hungover when I did nursery the next day..." which is true. The service itself was a real disappointment. My dad was supposed to sing the Keith Green version of The 23rd Psalm (download it, it's beautiful) which he also sang at his mother's funeral more than 20 years ago. He couldn't find the music for it so I was disappointed. He is a rich tenor, perfect for the song, and I don't hear him sing that often anymore. The other problem was the guy that officiated. He was one of Bob's ministers from Franklin Vineyard. He delivered the most canned funeral message, full of stories from his own life and very little about Bob. At one point, he even told a joke about his age and then looked around the room, "No one's laughing." That was part of the joke but I'm thinking, "IT'S A FUNERAL YOU DUMB FUCK!!"
And that's it, in a nutshell, a lame service, but my uncle (mom's brother) did a great graveside talk when my dad couldn't do it at the last minute. And I got really drunk in my parents' backyard with my aunt's family and laughed so hard my face hurt.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Last night, I let myself think of fond memories of my uncle. There were times that were good and while they were tainted by his sins, there was good there. I have begun to seperate the good from the bad again, like we did in those days.
In the daylight, when we were stable, we were just kids, and we had so much fun. I remember how he gave us pizza money while we were up on the roof. And took us to the haunted trail, which was so lame, but still, my first haunted anything. I remember when I got my kitten from his neighbor and he thought of her name, October, Tobi for short, because it was the tenth month and she was black and orange...she still lives at my parents' house. I remember when he still worked at Builder's Square and he brought home Pete, the tiny (really tiny) chameleon that had hitched a ride on one of their tropicals.
So, while the bad memories are still there...his death has given me the freedom to forgive him completely and stop blaming him for every bad thing that his children have gone through. Even though his crimes against me were relatively minor, he hurt someone I love and sometimes that's harder to forgive. I've had nightmares in the last year of her as a smaller child, and he was coming to get her and I was holding her and trying so desperatly to keep her safe but I knew he would get us anyway. I demonized him under the guise of protecting my children when in reality he just made an obvious vessel for all my monsters.
I believe I was right to be cautious with my children but I loved my uncle and I kind of wish I could have told him.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I'm also glad that he's probably facing God...at least at some point here, and God's gonna say, "You hurt my children" and Bob can't hide from that anymore. And then maybe God will smack the shit out of him like I asked. We'll see.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Throughout my life, I've wondered what was "wrong" with me. When I look back on it now, I'm prone to wonder what was wrong with my parents. There were classic indicators of (sexual) abuse when I was a small child that continued into adolescence. I wonder, did they really believe that I was just "off" or something? I've learned that my mother can convince herself of anything and will not be swayed once she has...yes, they are "Justice Sunday" republicans!
Monday, April 24, 2006
These tulips are from our backyard, in fact, they are a good 40% of why I wanted to buy this house. Here's a tip for you, it's a good one: Do not impulse buy a house
Still these tulips may be worth it.
So, here is my first post about my "emotional struggles"
As evidenced in the above photo, things have gotten worse. I haven't done anything like this for ten years, I haven't felt like this in as long. I feel so embarassed to be doing something I associate with my high school self. It'd be like having a BFF to play MASH with and being totally serious about it!
I think my struggles with depression started at a pretty young age, of course nobody recognized it as such and so I became the crazy one in the family. In a lot of ways, I think I became a sort of scapegoat as well. If I'm fighting with my dad, it's because I am lazy and have a bad attitude not because he's controlling and has an explosive temper and an innate mistrust of anything female thanks to being raised by an alcoholic mother and schizophrenic grandmother. So I did not receive any kind of counseling until I was 17 and *wouldn't* stop cutting myself (because I was so rebellious). I was sent to counseling when my parents *threatened* to get me counseling and I said okay, please. The counselor I saw was so ineffective, we never talked about anything beyond how I was feeling at the time. I think we had ten sessions, ending when I realized why I was self-harming. It was a major breakthrough, although the counselor didn't even realize it. I saw her a year later at a church thing and she introduced me to the famous guest speaker she was chatting with as a former client...nice, huh?
I think that's as far as I will go for now...I do plan to lay out my whole history here, partly because I need to do that to help get an accurate diagnosis for once. In the meantime, I've scheduled a thorough physical for Thursday and I'm seeing my psychiatrist next Tuesday. That's on top of the counselor I see every Saturday.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
Four jobs I have had in my life:
BP (gas station)
Krohn Conservatory (odd jobs)
Four movies I would watch over and over:
Blade (closely tied with Underworld)
Where the Heart Is
Four places I have lived:
Kansas City, MO
North Carolina (Greensboro)
Dayton, Ohio (just for a minute-don't judge me!)
Four TV shows I love to watch:
Four places I have been on vacation:
West Palm Beach (ick, BTW)
Smith Mountain Lake, VA
Four websites I visit daily:
Lately, Ebay to check my sales (anyone want a $1700 tv?)
Regular, People Blogs (more than 4)
Cute Overload (.com)
The Daily Mumps (dailymumps.com)
Four Favorite foods:
Spanish Chicken (tomato paste, beer, green olives and chicken)
Macadamia Brickle Haagen Daaz
Steamed Veggies (nearly anything)
Cold Cereal and milk
Four places I would rather be right now:
At the salon
Hawaii with Jt
California (seeing nephew I haven't met yet!)
Smith Mt. Lake (with the Lesters)
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
My friend Charles Krauthammer makes the argument succinctly in the Washington Post. "Traditional marriage is defined as the union of (1) two people of (2) opposite gender," he observes. "If, as advocates of gay marriage insist, the gender requirement is nothing but prejudice, exclusion and an arbitrary denial of one's autonomous choices," then "on what grounds do they insist upon the traditional, arbitrary and exclusionary number of two?"Here's the answer. The number isn't two. It's one. You commit to one person, and that person commits wholly to you. Second, the number isn't arbitrary. It's based on human nature. Specifically, on jealousy.
Some people say the Bible sanctions polygamy. "Abraham, David, Jacob and Solomon were all favored by God and were all polygamists," argues law professor Jonathan Turley. Favored? Look what polygamy did for them. Sarah told Abraham to sleep with her servant. When the servant got pregnant and came to despise Sarah, Sarah kicked her out. Rachel and Leah fought over Jacob, who ended up stripping his eldest son of his birthright for sleeping with Jacob's concubine. David got rid of Bathsheba's husband by ordering troops to betray him in battle. Promiscuity had the first word, but jealousy always had the last.
I do like that last sentence and I guess the article makes its point that someone can support one without supporting the other. The problem I see is that he refers to human nature (specifically jealousy) when that's one of the arguments people use against homosexual marriage as well. It is in our nature to hook up with the opposite sex for procreation. Of course, homosexuals often still have the desire to procreate so are they really going "against nature"?
These are my unchecked, early thoughts...feel free to respond.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Wanna know what it was? I bet you can guess...
Friday, March 17, 2006
These things get me every time. When my grandfather died a few years ago, he did not rank high enough for a live bugler (hardly anyone does, they send a guy with a tape deck). A close friend of the family is a marine so he got some of his guys together. As we pulled up to the graveside at Quantico there were five guys in formal uniform saluting and a live bugler about 50 yards away. One of the most moving things I've ever experienced.
Here's the article on the Patriot Guard.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
This is the warehouse for the garbage trucks in Cincinnati. The sanitation workers learned how to wheelie their trucks and were playing around when this happened. The photos were taken by the responding fire fighters, called to get the driver out. As of a few days after the incident, the truck was still up there since no one could figure out how to get it down.