Friday, June 27, 2008
1. City amusement taxes. I was looking at our cable bill last night (Bigmama complained about prices rising) and discovered an 8% city amusement tax. You are basically paying the city once a month to be amused by television. I considered calling the cable company to complain that my service wasn't particularly amusing this month and so the city didn't deserve an 8% amusement tax but I decided against it.
2. Fake-out thunderstorms. I hate it when it looks like it's going to rain, I plan my day around the possibility of rain, and then it doesn't rain. There should be a law of Nature that states that gray clouds are only allowed when rain is actually going to come. Too many times have I been caught in absolute sunshine in the afternoon wearing long jeans and carrying a golf umbrella.
3.Public transportation riders. From regular passengers who yell into cell phones to the homeless people who make the air in the train car unbreathable to the peddlers selling "Chews, Fruities, and Tootsie Rolls" to the preachers who call you a heathen when you roll your eyes and turn the music up in your headphones to max volume, public transportation riders seem to be sent to make your day as hellish as possible.
4. Scissors packages. You can't open a package of good scissors without scissors. It's a conspiracy.
5. Luggage locks. It's not like you can use the damn things anymore. I don't why they're still being sold.
6. Old male joggers. I mean, there's nothing wrong with getting your exercise on. There is something wrong with running without a shirt when you're hairy and your stomach touches your knees.
7. Bikers who think they own the road. Stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine. Just because you're on a bike doesn't mean you can weave in and out of traffic. If you cross in front of me I'll hit you.
8. Pedestrians who think they can make it across. If you're walking, and a car is coming, don't try to tempt fate by running in front of it. In a fight between man and car the car always wins. Always.
9. Bratz Dolls. Dolls with big heads and clown feet with clothing that little girls shouldn't even know exists. As before, enough said.
10. Matches. By the time you get the damn thing lighted you don't even want to use it anymore. And God forbid you don't move your finger out of the way fast enough.
I'll add more to the list as events (and stupid things) warrant.
I walked into the kitchen last night to make a package of chicken ramen noodles for dinner (yum).
After my water started boiling and I started opening the package, Bigmama turned to me and said, "You know, guns are legal now!" (Actually, it sounded like she said illegal, to which I thought well that's silly, guns are already almost illegal.) But when she clarified what she had said, I had to abandon my noodle making for a moment.
"Yeah. They ain't got no business making guns legal. People are really going to just go around killing each other now."
"Well, Bigmama, they're probably thinking along terms of the Prohibition and what happened when they banned alcohol."
"When was this?"
"During the Great Depression. People started drinking more when alcohol was illegal."
"Yeah, but alcohol can't kill you. People are going to walk around with guns and just shoot people whenever they want."
I left the conversation alone there, because once Bigmama has taken a stand there's no talking her out of it or even presenting another point of view. And that's fine...she's lived long enough to not have to care what anybody else says.
Before everyone hits the streets to drink and shoot celebratory shots into the air at 3 in the morning (hey...they do it on the 4th of July), it is important to understand that the Supreme Court did not lift a ban on handguns completely. They instead declared that the Second Amendment does, in fact, guarantee the right for individuals to bear arms for self-defense.
(And by bear arms, the Supreme Court doesn't mean the right to wear short sleeved shirts).
It is said that this decision will have minimal effects, at least for now, because while having a handgun is now legal (in Washington), it is still difficult to obtain a gun ANYWAY.
My thoughts? I'm not exactly "anti-gun" myself. I don't know how I feel about people carrying guns around, but I'm sure that just because it's legal doesn't mean people will carry them all the time. And I don't think that everyone will go around shooting people just because they have a gun with them (unless their trigger finger is like my debit card use). But I would argue that the second amendment does provide for the possession of guns for self-defense.
But it won't make much of a difference, so don't buy the NRA-themed ice cream cakes just yet.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I tried, guys. I really did.
I tried creating categories in Blogger.
First I decided to switch to Wordpress, because you can create categories in Wordpress. But something wasn't working quite right; I couldn't get any further than downloading it to my desktop. I couldn't open it.
So I consulted my trusted friend Google, because I knew there was a way around this twisted system. After about an hour of searching and reading and realizing I didn't understand the complicated terms and re-searching the Web, I FINALLY found an easy to understand website.
I followed all the steps to the best of my "limited HTML" ability. I refreshed my page, and VOILA!! A nice section said "Categories" with a subsection, Movies (and a 2 to indicated that I had tagged two posts).
Or not. When I clicked on the link, it didn't go where it was supposed to go. : (
Not easily deterred, I went back to the page where I had found the easy instructions to see if there were some troubleshooting tips. Somebody had experienced the same thing I did! Things were looking up!
But I couldn't find the section where the error apparently was. ANYWHERE. I got lost in a world of <>s and /s and CSS and all other sorts of things.
So here I am again, back at square one. But I am far from giving up. I just can't bear to suffer any more defeat today. I WILL have categories on my blog. Just wait and see!!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
"Whether that will make any difference, I don't know,'' Nader said. "I haven't heard him have a strong crackdown on economic exploitation in the ghettos. Payday loans, predatory lending, asbestos, lead. What's keeping him from doing that? Is it because he wants to talk white? He doesn't want to appear like Jesse Jackson? We'll see all that play out in the next few months and if he gets elected afterwards.''
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Truth is, I wouldn't even want to read my own blog if I happened across it. Call this a moment of depression or call it me finally finding the truth, but honestly, who wants to read a boring blog like mine? Nobody cares about my life...they hardly care enough about their own.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
i knew somebody was fucking with your money
and when somebody fucks with you, i wake from my manly slumber
Well, I must say this. There are some external forces at work here. Let me explain why. Amardo and I have a bit of a ritual, you could say. I go to bed after him or at least he calls me before he goes to sleep, and he always wakes up after me, no matter what time I wake up. But last night was different. I called him before I went to sleep (i went to bed first) and he ended up waking up before I did. What was stranger was that we talked on AIM, even though we rarely do. I had accidentally left my account signed in last night and when I woke up he had sent me a message this morning so I responded. Amardo called it his "manly intuition" that woke him out of his "manly slumber".
and we are one like 2 peas in a pod that have sex all day
People go through their lives looking for their perfect mate and many never find the one who truly complements their personality. I'm just glad I found mine so early.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Don't get me wrong, these little precocious balls of ferocious energy I call little girls can be lots of fun sometimes. And nothing is better than the looks of excitement on their faces when they see me walk through the door or the yells of "Deeemmmmiiiiieeeerrraaaaaaaaaaaa!" and grabbing my waist for a hug before I can even put my bags down. I consider myself lucky...most people don't get to feel that feeling until they have kids of their own. I play games with them sometimes, and teach them new things.
But it has its downs, too. I'm tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, and I was up early and I had to get the girls up and fed and dressed. Nia, the older one, wanted to set up a lemonade stand so I had to chaperone that (despite sitting in the shade cold and sleepy). We came back to the house and I had to find something quick for lunch, and now I'm hoping they just stay quiet for another 45 minutes until I take them to karate and I'll be done for the day.
I want kids. And the topic of having children has come and gone a lot over the past months. But my experience with my cousins, who may as well be my sisters, has reminded me of the HUGE responsibility kids are. My privilege is that I can give these children back to my aunt at the end of the day (lol)...I mean that I'm not responsible for everything. But when you have children of your own, you can't give them to their mother or send them anywhere else for answers. You're responsible for all of it. You're responsible for their 3 meals a day, the roof over their heads, the clothes on their back, the transportation to and from school (or the bus stop), and the toys they play with. You are responsible for keeping them happy but teaching them the difference between right and wrong. Every time I am with them alone, their lives are in my hands because they are not old enough to do it themselves. Every time I take them to the park or to the pool or to the movies or anywhere else we may go alone, I am responsible completely for them. It's huge.
Writing this very article is sapping the little energy out of me that I had left. I'm drinking coffee in hopes that it will somehow give me a boost but it doesn't seem to be working very well. I now have half an hour before I need to get them ready for karate. Whoooooooooooooossssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Today is Day 1 of the next 8 weeks of my life. Jesus Christ see me through this (oooo this is spawning the idea of an entry on religion...when I finish doing all the things I'm SUPPOSED to be doing right now I'll get to that)! Wish me luck, everybody.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I am now a registered member of Associated Content. For those who don't know, Associated Content is where freelancers and ordinary people can write articles on basically anything they want to write them on (or they can choose from a list of articles needed). You publish your articles and if they're wanted, you get paid. It is very interesting. I haven't written an article yet but I will be soon so I'll be including links to that as soon as it gets published.
I have a new...idea. I want to become a freelance writer, but I had absolutely no idea that the business (because it is considered a business) was as complicated as it is. I'm not going to lie, I thought doing freelancing would be easy because I could just write some articles and get paid. But I've discovered being a freelancer is so much more than that. You have clients to maintain, deadlines to meet, and forms to fill out. You have to be able to market yourself and well. And you really have to want to do it. So far I've been researching what I need to do and what skill set I'll need to become an established freelancer, but I haven't done much by the way of preparation yet. I think I'll need some help in that area. We'll see how it goes.
Since I can't sleep now (for whatever reason) I suppose I'll do some more research. Knowledge certainly doesn't hurt! Look for those articles within the next week!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
This is Chippendale, the most gangsta hamster I know. Everyone who meets Chippendale falls in love with him. But don't take his cute and cuddly looks for granted...he does fight if you try picking him up and he's a fast little summummabitch.
I guess I've run out of stuff to say for now, so I'll retire my blogging for the night and get back into entrepreneur mode. I'll be saying a lot more from now on. Til then, deuces.
Monday, June 9, 2008
First, let me say this: I'm not much of a church goer, but if I did go to church, Trinity would have been where I went. I've gone to services where the Rev. Jeremiah Wright preached, and he's done services for my family.
I finally got a chance to see the "offending" video today of his rant, and I must admit...I've never laughed so hard at something like that in my life! Tears were streaming down my face by the time I was done, and the clip was only 3 minutes long!
C'mon now, people. What he said had some truth in it. I'm not racist, or reverse racist, or whatever you wanna call it. In fact I have many friends of many different ethnicities. But it's true: Hillary DID run thinking she was going to walk straight into office. She was cocky and that's what turned a lot of voters off from her. And why wouldn't she be: her husband WAS president, she HAS been senator of New York for some time, so she's been in the political limelight for a long time. But all of a sudden, a smooth talking, honest black man comes into the picture and all of a sudden she can't break the barriers she wished to break because there's someone who can appeal to voters just a little better than she could.
I'm not gonna lie, if Barack weren't running I would have liked to see a woman president, if only to institute some type of change. But while Hillary Clinton seems far away and unreachable, Barack feels like somebody I may have actually met or would actually have a chance to meet. And he's smart as a whip and dedicated, which is much MUCH more than we can say about the president we have now.
Leave Father Pfleger alone. He even says in his rant that he's "nonpolitical" and stops himself because "he doesn't want to get [the church] into any more trouble than it's already in." I don't think his intent was to bash Hillary as a person, but just used a maybe out of place example for what he was talking about before. But of course, the news won't report that side of the story. He shouldn't have to apologize and he shouldn't have been suspended. This is a nation of free speech and he shouldn't have to refrain from speaking the truth to be more politically correct.
And for the record: there were a lot of people yelling and cheering and clapping at what he was saying, and if I were there, I'd be right along with them, standing and agreeing to what he was saying.
And for a different record: the Catholic church was sure quick to suspend him for saying something about how racist this country is but they STILL haven't stopped their preachers from having sex with little boys. Something about this whole system seems very, very backward...
Father Pfleger said "Since when is truth unacceptable? I thought I lived in the land of the free... and the home of the brave"...
You said it, Father Pfleger. I've been wondering the exact same thing.