Well, any reader by now would realize that everytime I am forced to deal with people in the public, I get aggrevated. Getting my ass onto an Amtrak with Anthony to get to Oregon was no exception. Come, walk with me as I rant on yet again stupid stupid people I must encounter!
I had to get poor Anthony (and my own ridiculously tired self) up at the crack ass o' dawn to catch my train down to Portland. My train was to depart at 7:30 AM, so needless to say, on only one cup of coffee, I was a wee cranky. I've trained it with him before, and it was a complete disaster. The previous time I had mistakenly told the ticketing agent I was traveling with an infant, so she simply booked one fare and instructed me that I could just hold him on my lap, and thus not have to pay. Sounds simple? You try holding a squirming baby on your lap for four friggin hours, with no way to juggle him if you need to stretch your thighs. So this time I was smart, and booked a seperate child's ticket. The gal said I could just wheel him in my stroller up to the train, and have him ride in his carseat next to me. YES! This sounds like it could work.
So, me and my big ass stroller, laden with luggage and baby, and a carseat awkwardly balanced on top, make our way to the counter to retrieve our prepaid tickets. The obviously oh-so-cheerful ticketing agent gives me the up and down (which I noticed, and totally HATE when people do that!). She informs me that my stroller is too big, and must be checked prior to boarding. I kind of stare blankly at her, and ask how she proposes I manage all this crap onto the train without a wheeled device. She shrugs, and points me over to the baggage claim. A mild ire begins to stir within me.
So I go over to the baggage area, and ask if they have a cart I can load my stuff onto so I may get myself to the seating assignment booth, and then the train. The tard behind the counter looks at my load, and then utters the phrase "GO find one in the terminal". Well, thank you Captain Courtesy! Luckily a fellow passenger sees my mounting frustration and scampers off to retrieve one for me. I thank her profusely (I am betting shes a mom). So I begin to load all my stuff onto this little trolley thingie, and then the Utter Bitch From Baggage Hell approaches me. As she rudely stands there without helping, she informs me amidst my shuffle that I am not allowed my carseat. HUH?! How the fuck am I suppose to get my kid to ride the train? I asked without the explitive, although added a few later. She tells me my kid is supposed to ride on my lap (adding an irritated look like I am an idiot). I explain that, No, I paid for an extra seat for him. She looks at me and says "That's not my problem." Okay, top officially boiling over on this little teakettle. I snap "It's going to be!" And I snatch my carseat out of her talons and storm over to the seating agent, pushing my cart and hauling poor Anthony away. When I get up to the counter, I see it's the conductor handing out seating assignments. Oh, goodie, someone I can officially yell at. Gritting my teeth, I explain the Baggage Bitch's comments, and demand an explanation. Luckily, the conductor realized he was in danger of being quickly torn a new orrifice by a rather irate momma, and quickly apologized for her "error". He said he had no problem with my carseat, and would happily arrange to have someone help me onto the train if needed. He even gave me one of those nice roomy seats in the back of the car.
See folks, I have an attitude for a reason, it gets shit done. And for the record, Anthony was a complete angel on the train ride, cheerfully saying "HI!" to a few fellow riders, quietly chewing on his board book, and being the picture of content. Yeah, I was surprised, too!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
How bout right to my own decision?
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. That's what I have to say so far about the whole terri Schaivo thing. The government's decision to intercede here is in blatant disregard to personal matters (not to mention the 19 state court decisions in FL), but yes it DOES set a goddamn scary precendent.
RTL dolts pretend this doesn't involve political maneuvering, but if you believe that, I have some bridges to sell you.
How's this for an interesting followup precedent...
Young couple gets pregnant. The woman is unsure of having the baby in their current life situation (let's throw in that she works at McDonalds for good measure, and he's unemployed). Now, Man gets into a car accident and instantly dies. Woman decides only option is to get an abortion, as she doesn't want to raise a child without a father on meager means. She's just not ready to cope. Swoosh! In come the man's parents, who sue on behalf of the dead man, who was not 'given due process' in the decision.
Next, Anti-abortionists everywhere began suing potential abortion receivers on behalf of the unborn child 'not receiving it's due process'. Even win or lose on these potential cases, their being tied up in the court system to await decisions pushes the pregnancy past a termination date, thus essentially forcing the gal to have said baby regardless and completely side stepping Roe Vs. Wade.
Interesting and scary, no? The government had NO right to get involved in this. This was a personal, DEEPLY personal matter. You can practically hear the stampede of people rushing to write out living wills so this doesn't happen to them. Estate Attorneys must be out of their minds with bliss.
I hate these people right now, with every inch of my being. This poor woman has been in a forced state of limbo (and in my belief, torture) for the last fifteen years because these people will selfishly refuse to let this woman go to her peace. Is the Husband being an ass by staying married to her? I applaud him. It's not for the money, like the Republicans are trying to make us believe. The money is gone, and as far as I know, he's the one paying for her medical expenses. He is staying married to her and fighting her fight because he dearly loved her when she was alive (don't kid yourself that she's alive now, her spirit left the shell long ago, proof being her vegetative state). He has fought for fifteen years to carry out the dying wish of his beloved wife. Did he move on and get together with someone new? Yes, after TWO FUCKING YEARS of holding out hope she would return. After the doctors finally told him she wasn't coming back, he moved on, yet still didn't give up hope until another 6 years.
Will she suffer a horrible death of starvation? No, because she's NOT ALIVE to feel it. A pulse doesn't mean there's a soul there. If you are worried about any feeling and misery, then give her a painless shot. Don't you DARE tell me this woman is happy to be alive. If you were trapped in there, would you want to be kept around by tubes? Good God, no. You'd want to end your own as well as your family's suffering. Wake up, people, because she sure as fuck isn't going to. Not after fifteen years of no higher brain function. If by a complete and utter miracle she did come back, I would expect she'd turn to her family and smack the crap out of them for doing this to her. What's next, will they make a court order for hubby's semen to provide them with grandchildren?
Ugh. ugh. Ugh.
RTL dolts pretend this doesn't involve political maneuvering, but if you believe that, I have some bridges to sell you.
How's this for an interesting followup precedent...
Young couple gets pregnant. The woman is unsure of having the baby in their current life situation (let's throw in that she works at McDonalds for good measure, and he's unemployed). Now, Man gets into a car accident and instantly dies. Woman decides only option is to get an abortion, as she doesn't want to raise a child without a father on meager means. She's just not ready to cope. Swoosh! In come the man's parents, who sue on behalf of the dead man, who was not 'given due process' in the decision.
Next, Anti-abortionists everywhere began suing potential abortion receivers on behalf of the unborn child 'not receiving it's due process'. Even win or lose on these potential cases, their being tied up in the court system to await decisions pushes the pregnancy past a termination date, thus essentially forcing the gal to have said baby regardless and completely side stepping Roe Vs. Wade.
Interesting and scary, no? The government had NO right to get involved in this. This was a personal, DEEPLY personal matter. You can practically hear the stampede of people rushing to write out living wills so this doesn't happen to them. Estate Attorneys must be out of their minds with bliss.
I hate these people right now, with every inch of my being. This poor woman has been in a forced state of limbo (and in my belief, torture) for the last fifteen years because these people will selfishly refuse to let this woman go to her peace. Is the Husband being an ass by staying married to her? I applaud him. It's not for the money, like the Republicans are trying to make us believe. The money is gone, and as far as I know, he's the one paying for her medical expenses. He is staying married to her and fighting her fight because he dearly loved her when she was alive (don't kid yourself that she's alive now, her spirit left the shell long ago, proof being her vegetative state). He has fought for fifteen years to carry out the dying wish of his beloved wife. Did he move on and get together with someone new? Yes, after TWO FUCKING YEARS of holding out hope she would return. After the doctors finally told him she wasn't coming back, he moved on, yet still didn't give up hope until another 6 years.
Will she suffer a horrible death of starvation? No, because she's NOT ALIVE to feel it. A pulse doesn't mean there's a soul there. If you are worried about any feeling and misery, then give her a painless shot. Don't you DARE tell me this woman is happy to be alive. If you were trapped in there, would you want to be kept around by tubes? Good God, no. You'd want to end your own as well as your family's suffering. Wake up, people, because she sure as fuck isn't going to. Not after fifteen years of no higher brain function. If by a complete and utter miracle she did come back, I would expect she'd turn to her family and smack the crap out of them for doing this to her. What's next, will they make a court order for hubby's semen to provide them with grandchildren?
Ugh. ugh. Ugh.
Friday, March 18, 2005
I need a spiked collar
I'm not talking like one of the bondage collars I used to frequently wear, I am speaking in the terms of a nice rough dog collar. Why? Because apparently I am a fucking bulldog. Seriously, I am known for my hot temper and blunt nature, I snarl at strangers, and I am now the family 'enforcer'.
I am going down to the fam this weekend, as lil' bro was recently put into the rehab facility this week. Mind you, he started the week in a mental facility. Upon hearing how much deep shit he was in, he flew off the handle and threatened suicide. But, since my mother can be so easily swayed, she pulled him out early and put him directly in the rehab program. Now, while I freely acknowledge he needs to be there, I am preturbed that she pulled him out of the other facility prematurely. She's all upset about him being put on medication, which he needs, and wasn't really open to hearing what the doctors there had to say about her son's true mental state. So, since I am concerned that he may start whining and somehow convince her he doesn't need to be in this new place, I am going down to basically act as a bulldog sitting in front of the door and force her to stick to her guns. This kid needs help, and she's not equipped to provide that help. She just needs to stick it out and let these people do their jobs.
Some may ask why I feel so responsible to get involved. Well, let's see, this is my brother, whom I love dearly (otherwise his fuckups wouldn't piss me off nearly as bad as they do). And, well, I know that my family needs the help. Like batman to the signal, I come when called, dutifully. This isn't some weird thing where I am trying to make up for my absence, as I don't feel I need to regret it. But blood is thick and true, and I will always heed the call of family until I absolutely cannot do it. I do realize, too, that the time may come soon where my limit is reached. If the 'rents cannot come to the reality of what's going on with Adam, or allow him to get the help he needs, I will seperate myself from it. I won't be a part of that, which I know would become a bigger nightmare. So I suppose this bulldog persona is my last attempt at keeping this whole situation from collapsing miserably. So, here's hoping that the dawn of this wicked nightmare comes soon, and I will have positive news to report.
woof
I am going down to the fam this weekend, as lil' bro was recently put into the rehab facility this week. Mind you, he started the week in a mental facility. Upon hearing how much deep shit he was in, he flew off the handle and threatened suicide. But, since my mother can be so easily swayed, she pulled him out early and put him directly in the rehab program. Now, while I freely acknowledge he needs to be there, I am preturbed that she pulled him out of the other facility prematurely. She's all upset about him being put on medication, which he needs, and wasn't really open to hearing what the doctors there had to say about her son's true mental state. So, since I am concerned that he may start whining and somehow convince her he doesn't need to be in this new place, I am going down to basically act as a bulldog sitting in front of the door and force her to stick to her guns. This kid needs help, and she's not equipped to provide that help. She just needs to stick it out and let these people do their jobs.
Some may ask why I feel so responsible to get involved. Well, let's see, this is my brother, whom I love dearly (otherwise his fuckups wouldn't piss me off nearly as bad as they do). And, well, I know that my family needs the help. Like batman to the signal, I come when called, dutifully. This isn't some weird thing where I am trying to make up for my absence, as I don't feel I need to regret it. But blood is thick and true, and I will always heed the call of family until I absolutely cannot do it. I do realize, too, that the time may come soon where my limit is reached. If the 'rents cannot come to the reality of what's going on with Adam, or allow him to get the help he needs, I will seperate myself from it. I won't be a part of that, which I know would become a bigger nightmare. So I suppose this bulldog persona is my last attempt at keeping this whole situation from collapsing miserably. So, here's hoping that the dawn of this wicked nightmare comes soon, and I will have positive news to report.
woof
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Another dipshit move by bro
I am at the point of being embarrassed to claim relation to my little brother. I love that kid to death, brag on him like crazy, and would do anything for him. But I am ashamed now of his existence. This kid has pulled so many braindead moves its ridiculous, and obviously as I am writing about it, has pulled another monumental mistake. And this one is for the records.
How many times have hubby and I lectured on the idiocy of pot smoking? Ooooooooooooh plenty. Rick as a former smoker, and I as someone with enough braincells to realize that it's a dumb thing to do. Yes, it should be as legal as liquor, granted, but it's still a dumb substance to put in your body. Anything that makes you act that stupid is stupid. Adam loves to act to our faces like he's smart enough to follow in that line, but apparently he's not nearly as bright as his facade.
Apparently mom stumbled upon another one of his patheticly unhidden trails of evidence. Honestly, his ignorance in leaving this so obvious would be funny if so damn unnervingly DUMB. While mom was downloading pics of Anthony I had sent her, she noticed a folder in teh 'My Pictures' section that she hadn't put there (note: there is only one family computer). Anyhow, this folder simply called "Internet" caught her eye, so she opened it. Inside were a ton of pics of Captain Monumentally Dumb and his buddies smoking weed in their house. Mom even recognized her sewing scissors in a close up pic of them snipping up a bud. I'm sure most of my readers are at this point bashing their skulls against the monitor in how ungodly dumb it is to put pictures of yourself doing a big NO-NO on mom and dad's computer. But apparently my brother is just dumb enough to think that was a fun concept. Mom says it's a cry for help, which in a half-assed sense it is, although to me he needs a swift kick in the ass as help. When confronted about his deeds, he acted like an arrogant fuck and went on a tirade about how he did 'research' and has discovered that pot is harmless. OOOOOOoooooooooooookay. And he has a couple bongs in the bedroom, and sounds more than likely his friend is dealing out of the house next door, although Adam is covering for him.
He tried to once again skew the issue by throwing at Mom and step that he's depressed and wants to kill himself. I know my brother better than that, he's throwing out a pity card to cloud the issue of his chronic fucking up.
So, mom is finally going to slap his little ass shape! She said she was going to check out a rehab program, and stick him in tomorrow. At first, she wanted to just do an outpatient, because honestly, he's not 'addicted' to weed. But I said, no, fuck it, throw his ass into inpatient for the full 28 days, and have them put him on suicide watch since he's pulling that shit. Let's see how he handles the reality of being in the same group of people as Twitchy the Crackhead and Methadone Mary. He wants to cloud people's rationale with the threat of suicide, fine, let's see how he feels to see people in group sessions who really are worthless enough to chose death over a young life. He wants to be all grown up, let's see how he feels about the reality of what a fucked up grown up looks like.
I swear I am close to disowning this kid.
How many times have hubby and I lectured on the idiocy of pot smoking? Ooooooooooooh plenty. Rick as a former smoker, and I as someone with enough braincells to realize that it's a dumb thing to do. Yes, it should be as legal as liquor, granted, but it's still a dumb substance to put in your body. Anything that makes you act that stupid is stupid. Adam loves to act to our faces like he's smart enough to follow in that line, but apparently he's not nearly as bright as his facade.
Apparently mom stumbled upon another one of his patheticly unhidden trails of evidence. Honestly, his ignorance in leaving this so obvious would be funny if so damn unnervingly DUMB. While mom was downloading pics of Anthony I had sent her, she noticed a folder in teh 'My Pictures' section that she hadn't put there (note: there is only one family computer). Anyhow, this folder simply called "Internet" caught her eye, so she opened it. Inside were a ton of pics of Captain Monumentally Dumb and his buddies smoking weed in their house. Mom even recognized her sewing scissors in a close up pic of them snipping up a bud. I'm sure most of my readers are at this point bashing their skulls against the monitor in how ungodly dumb it is to put pictures of yourself doing a big NO-NO on mom and dad's computer. But apparently my brother is just dumb enough to think that was a fun concept. Mom says it's a cry for help, which in a half-assed sense it is, although to me he needs a swift kick in the ass as help. When confronted about his deeds, he acted like an arrogant fuck and went on a tirade about how he did 'research' and has discovered that pot is harmless. OOOOOOoooooooooooookay. And he has a couple bongs in the bedroom, and sounds more than likely his friend is dealing out of the house next door, although Adam is covering for him.
He tried to once again skew the issue by throwing at Mom and step that he's depressed and wants to kill himself. I know my brother better than that, he's throwing out a pity card to cloud the issue of his chronic fucking up.
So, mom is finally going to slap his little ass shape! She said she was going to check out a rehab program, and stick him in tomorrow. At first, she wanted to just do an outpatient, because honestly, he's not 'addicted' to weed. But I said, no, fuck it, throw his ass into inpatient for the full 28 days, and have them put him on suicide watch since he's pulling that shit. Let's see how he handles the reality of being in the same group of people as Twitchy the Crackhead and Methadone Mary. He wants to cloud people's rationale with the threat of suicide, fine, let's see how he feels to see people in group sessions who really are worthless enough to chose death over a young life. He wants to be all grown up, let's see how he feels about the reality of what a fucked up grown up looks like.
I swear I am close to disowning this kid.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Sorry for the inconvenience
As hinted by previous posts, particularly commenting on a comment, I have a few enemies out in cyberspace who think it's funny to take their petty differences with me to a personal level. Well, whoever this is has finally gotten enough under my skin to take a few careful measures to get them to shut the fuck up. We can agree to disagree, there's no reason to go hounding me across the internet just to hammer your idiocy through.
With that, I am no longer allowing anonymous comments, which would be unregistered users. I know many of my friends who chose to leave me NICE messages frequently aren't registered here, so to them I apologize for the inconvenience. Getting registered at blogspot is pretty easy though, and I swear they are a cool company that won't immediately start filling your inbox with spam.
To the person who feels the need to continue this ridiculous campaign of harrassment: STOP. If this is the same person who is using the US post to mail me and my husband odd shit to my home address, which I at this point will assume it is, then stop IMMEDIATELY. What you are doing is enough to warrant me getting the police involved. Get some fucking medication, and seriously take a look in the mirror to realize you are becoming a stalker. I am not amused, my husband is not amused, and once I contact the police, they will really not be amused either.
With that, I am no longer allowing anonymous comments, which would be unregistered users. I know many of my friends who chose to leave me NICE messages frequently aren't registered here, so to them I apologize for the inconvenience. Getting registered at blogspot is pretty easy though, and I swear they are a cool company that won't immediately start filling your inbox with spam.
To the person who feels the need to continue this ridiculous campaign of harrassment: STOP. If this is the same person who is using the US post to mail me and my husband odd shit to my home address, which I at this point will assume it is, then stop IMMEDIATELY. What you are doing is enough to warrant me getting the police involved. Get some fucking medication, and seriously take a look in the mirror to realize you are becoming a stalker. I am not amused, my husband is not amused, and once I contact the police, they will really not be amused either.
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