March 4, 2014

  • I'm a Bronyphobe

    I admit it, I'm coming out so to speak, I am a Bronyphobe. A Brony, for those of you who are lucky enough to be in the dark about these people are, adult males from 13 to 35 years old. Quickly expanding through the Internet, the fandom came to use the term "brony" (a portmanteau of "bro" and "pony") to describe themselves. In other words, a Brony is an ADULT male who is into My Little Pony. Not just into it, but out and proud.
    Those who know me, would describe me as being very accepting, a straight woman who is gay friendly, accepting of most people, has friends ranging from Evangelical Christian to atheist to new age. I try not to stereotype, unless it's pretty much a fact like Jews have money ( except me) and Asians are smart. I believe in equal rights for all, unless you're a pedophile or animal abuser, and some other select few scum bags.

    Having said that, I can't reconcile myself to this Brony thing. When my daughter watched the documentary The Extremely Unexpected ( and kind of disgusting) fans or whatever of My Little Pony, and actually intimated my son in law may be interested, I quickly looked up How to Divorce Your Son In Law. Thankfully, I am almost positive, after watching a couple episodes, he realized the show was a show for five year old girls.my-little-pony-friendship-is-magic-my-little-pony-friendship-is-magic-32105499-500-313

    I'm sorry, but carrying around one of these pretty,ponys, as a grown up man screams "You're Weird" It's beyond icky. I don't care if your Princess, Twilight, Sparkle, Pony, sits on your Harley, on the dashboard of your Mac Truck, accompanies you to the front lines in Iraq, or is next to your glitter gown, it's creepy.

    Years ago, when I browsed JDate ( a Jewish Dating Site) because I was looking for a man with money ( see Jew refrence above) this was one of the men I found
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    At the time, everyone agreed, eww and ick. But say something about a Brony, and you are racist, on the wrong side of history, an awful person. But really what's next, Hello Kitty Guys, Mittys? Boys for Bratz, BFB's?

    Call me a dinosaur, hate me for being a hater, someone has to stand up for what's normal. We need to go back to the days when men played with adult toys like blow up dolls, and Jet skis. When Men watched shows like Mash and normal cartoons like The Road Runner. Yes, I'm Bronyphobic, and I make no apologies.

June 7, 2013

  • My secret and Xanga give away

    It probably would have been a smart thing to use Xanga to promote my other love, being a half assed designer, but I always felt weird about it.  Yes, that's my secret.  I design stuff and my "store" puts them on products.  Xanga is my blogging place and it never felt comfortable promoting my things here.  

    However @Saintvi is having a Xanga give away, ( please go to her site and at least rec, even if you don't want to participate.) I think it's great how people are coming together to find creative ways to save Xanga so, I decided to donate.  Here are some examples of my donation of prizes.  Before I show you, realize all products can be traded out for something of equal or lesser value.  So if you hate the design or have no use for the product, you can choose something else.  

    So here is what I have donated

     

     

    Available in other designs, as I said.  Case for iphone, 3, 4, and 5,  Samsung Galaxy 4, or ipod case 

     A small print, of your choice, this is just an example

    Throw pillow case, again you can switch out for new design or something equal to or lesser value 

     

    For the babies among us

     

     

    Flower tote or for different example go to saintvi's site

     

    Or if I get copyright permission I would be happy to put the xanga logo on one of these products if you win one.  Can't win if you don't play, so play

     

     

    To see the other wonderful donations go to this blog

    Please rec her entry as well as this one

    To get the word out, thanks 

June 6, 2013

  • you don't even have to use the sex word anymore, is Xanga terminal?

    Back in the day, a sure fire way to get on the front page of Xanga was to use the word "sex" in the title. Now you basically just have to post.  You could never pass @TheTheologiansCafe in his number one spot, well, maybe if you used the word sex and vagina in the title. That tells me Xanaga is dying, has been dying a slow death for a long time.

    Is it terminal though?  Lets examine, when I joined Xanga many moons ago, both my kids used Xanga regularly.  I call these days the days of long, facebook, status's.  All the high school kids used Xanga to write cryptic or not so cryptic entries about their huge, horrible, high school, lives.  Here is a short example.

    Dear Xanga ( aka public diary) 

    Why doesn't SHE get it?????  WE are meant to be.  You think he loves you, well listen up! He told me he loves you as a FRIEND.  So get a clue.  Also, my mom is such a B****.  If your name is Megan, or Jill, or Mandy, you know why.  If not, none of your business. ha ha ha

    Well till tomorrow then, 

    Angie

    OR

    I don't have anything to say. bye

     

    These were usually the boy entries

     

    comments on Angie's entry

     

    Lana: You wish, sorry but we are seeing the Notebook tonight, get your facts straight, you're the friend. 

    Megan: ha ha, no kidding

    Mandy: Lana, you're SO mean.  She's been hurt enough

    Angie: You 2 can have each other!!!!!!!  Megan? what do you mean? Call me!

     

    Why then did I decided to join the ranks of the immature drama queens?  Well it started with me wanting to comment on my son's entry about me losing his laundry.  Excuse me?  Still pisses me off.  And I WAS kind of immature back then in my early 40's.  I also used it to get messages out to my kid's group of friends.

    For example, that was when someone was putting poop on people's cars.  No, this is not a joke.  It was disgusting and weird and disturbing.  so I wrote an entry to get the word out that I WOULD find out who this was and I would punish them.  And true to my word, I did find out, a couple years ago.  Ok, it took a while, I admit, but if you're reading this, and I don't think you are,  I'll still find a way to punish you, even though you are married and I think moved away.  Which makes you very lucky, since if I had found out who you were at the time, your name would have been announced on my Xanga, and it is doubtful you would have gotten someone to marry you, since you would have been Known forever, as shit boy.

    Back on topic.  Xanga, soon turned into a way for me to connect with strangers, and write, what I thought were kind of humorous and interesting things that people could relate to.  This turned into an obsession and eventually caused a HUGE riff with my ex husband's ( expunged ) new girl friend.  Not that she wasn't looking for a reason to hate me.  Which I still don't get, she got the "prize" and she was welcome to it.

    Anyway, Xanga was a way to blog, and as I said connect with strangers.  I was only slightly nervous when I met a couple people, which was probably stupid in retrospect, since both could have been serial killers.

    But of course they weren't, since you really do get to know a person through their writings. Although, we now know there are tons of people who have been catfished, so I am glad @mouthygirl, really was a southern housewife, not a 500 pound, bald man.   

    soon after the girlfriend fiasco, I blogged less and less.

    facebook replaced Myspace and I guess xanga too, although Xanga, to me wasn't the same at all.

     

    And that, I think, is what became part of the problem.  Xanga could never decide what it was.  A blogging site, a social media connection with friends and family, or a social media site with strangers?  

    I think if Xanga would have decided then, to be a blogging site, and reward, good, quality written blogs, with front page, based on them actually reading and seeking those blogs out, they would be thriving today.

    I read some of the funniest, wonderful, well written blogs, that deserved to be recognized. Blogs that could have been authors of best selling books, and their blogs would have connected back to Xanga. And as I said, could have been thriving.  I even offered, to the team, to find great blogs, for free.  I already had actually, they just needed to feature those people.

     Before you scoff, think about it, it has happened on other blogging sites, with many people.   A couple really popular blogs, get asked to write a book,or just write one based on their huge following, they do, it sells, mega, free advertizing. 

    So it's not really about them asking for money from me and you.  It's about me having a clear idea what they want to be.  Decide, do it right, and then maybe.  Until then, it's doubtful, I would feel like I was paying for one of those radical treatments, with terminal cancer.  The new Xanga,and what they offer, makes no sense to me.  If you can convince me otherwise, have at it.

     

     

     

     

     

March 30, 2013

  • I support traditional Marriage now! Thank you for changing my mind!

         After much debate and thought, I have decided to join the ranks of the righteous! First I wanted to make sure I was supporting the correct traditional marriage.  Being a newbie, I wasn't really sure what I was supporting so I went to the Bible.  

    I looked into supporting men and women being married. Must be same race, Wives are subordinate and the marriages are often arranged. Genesis 2:24

    husband, wife, AND sonless widow, genesis 38:6-10

    New husband a fat ass loser, sorry widow above, you must submit to him sexually.  TRADITION, ( singing song from Fiddler on the roof)

    Rapist and victim marriage as described in Deuteronomy 22-28-29 ( my dad will appreciate the 50  shekels he will get)

    And of course the man + many wives and concubines ( throughout old testament.) THAT is as traditional as you get, yet...

    Maybe they don't mean that maybe they mean TRADITIONAL U.S.A. marriage.  Not sure what that is exactly either.

    so I did some research and found this

    For most of history, the subordination of wives to husbands was enforced by law and custom. As late as the 1960s, American legal codes assigned differing marital rights and obligations by gender. The husband was legally responsible for supporting the family financially, but he also got to decide what constituted an adequate level of support, how to dispose of family property, and where the family would live. The wife was legally responsible for providing services in and around the home, but she had no comparable rights to such services.

    That is why a husband could sue for loss of consortium if his spouse was killed or incapacitated, but a wife in the same situation could not. And because sex was one of the services expected of a wife, she could not charge her husband with rape.

    Well that sounds traditional but I'm sure they don't mean that.  so looking further... 

    By the 1920s, 38 states prohibited whites from marrying blacks, “mulattos,” Japanese, Chinese, Indians, “Mongolians,” “Malays” or Filipinos. Twelve states would not issue a marriage license if one partner was a drunk, an addict or a “mental defect.” Eighteen states set barriers to remarriage after divorce.

    Ok, THAT was a small unfortunate part of our history, that isn't what I am to support I'm sure.

    I ask someone and they basically describe the marriages of Ward and June on Leave it to Beaver and that nice couple on Father Knows Best.  I personally don't know ANY not one person who comes from families like that for real, but ok?

    I sure as hell, I mean heck ( I'm being traditional) don't want to support the tradition where women had almost no rights once they became married and were considered property of their husbands. 

    ladies, truth be told there was no "headache" excuse back in the day, he wants it you better give it up!  But Ward and June had separate beds which is really as it should be.

    I am NOT supporting any families where there was ANY dysfunction although you GAY supporters may think THAT is traditional.  No Alcoholism, no child abuse ( even the kind that wasn't considered abuse then, like pulling down the pants of kids and literally beating their ass.) No child sexual abuse.  

    No, cheating spouses, no depression, no working mom homes, no single mom homes unless husband died and they hurry and remarry, no divorced homes.  No spousal abuse, no unemployed adults, no poor people, no verbal abuse, no drug abuse, no premarital pregnancies, 

    No black, or Jewish families.

    No yelling.  No name calling.  No crying ( or very little and it must be over a small mistake like being caught in a white lie)

     

    I will support only WASP families like in the sitcoms.  If you had any problems other than having a friend who kisses up to your parents but then is kind of mean to your little brother after commercial, forget it!  And your mom better have worn a dress and pearls daily!  Dad better have a nice briefcase and come home after a hard day doing some white colar job of unknown origins  and be served a hot dinner of fat and artery clogging sides.

    In fact I say bring back the fat!  I want traditional meals to come back as well.  Red meat!  Mashed potatoes and gravy!  Peas that get put in napkins.  

    Change and growth are bad.  I have seen the light.  I have the right to tell people how to live and I will not allow the destruction of the US. 

    Letting blacks and whites marry was a huge mistake, but we won't compound that with the gays.

    I need to wrap this up, off to stone my daughter for many,many, infractions.

     later

     

  • words are powerful, The Gay thing

         It's summer, a beautiful day.  I am at my friend's home, the three of us have just gotten back from the park with our dogs.  We let them off leash so they are tired as is one of my friends who ran all over the park with them.  Their home, a loft, is beautiful.  One of the most beautiful homes I have ever been in.  They are making me dinner, grilling.  I am offered some iced tea which one of my friends is super proud of, although I'm not sure why.  I am taking photos of the dogs, because they are adorable.  

    As one of my friends makes a great salad, my other friend is working on the burgers on the grill.  I am not helping and am comfortable enough to not even offer.  They nurture me, and I let them.  I start to dose off on their couch.  Such a comfortable couch, I know even if I buy the same one it could never be as comfortable.  It's kind of warm though and one of my friends asks me to convince the other to turn the air up.  It drives this friend nuts how warm the house is kept and they feel bad for the dog.  It's not that hot but I see where they are coming from, it would be nice to have it a couple degrees cooler.

    We have dinner and when I am not yelling at my dog to go lay down and quit begging, we are laughing.  A lot.  My friends have my sense of humor, so I think we are all very funny.  If something painful comes up, in regards to me, they make me laugh and build me up.  They have fed me, and they are so nurturing emotionally.  I need this.  The dogs have given into sleep and we remark how sweet they are, even though earlier I wanted to throw mine off the balcony.  

    Once in awhile they might mention something that is just between them.  Clean laundry, Schedules, a dentist appointment on tuesday,  needing to go to the grocery store. They have been watching old Dick Van Dyke Show episodes and I ask if they have seen the Danny Thomas ones yet.  They have not.  I tell them, those are some of the best.  I make fun of them for being so young and me for being so old. 

    There is no booze. At least not this night.  Sometimes we have wine or something. There is no discussion of sex, unless we are talking about a particular, promiscuous student.  One of my friends is a teacher.    The other is an artist, fashion designer, textile genius, and more .  Their work space is all of the upstairs and I have just seen what they are working on and it's beautiful and cool.  I feel like my cool factor goes up by being friends with them.  They are both interesting, and educated and SO smart.

    There are very subtle displays of affection, a hand on an arm when passing the other, leaning in slightly when looking over the others shoulders to see something on the computer.  I am told the dog gets jealous if hugs are exchanged and I don't say they shouldn't give in to that because they can raise their dog however they want.

    When I am with this couple it is like a boring sitcom. Comforting, but no drama, not much excitement  In fact this blog so far is pretty boring, I'm sure.  

    They are my gay friends.  They are friends in the truest sense of the word.  They both listen, they don't interrupt. They don't judge.  They really listen.  They look at me when I speak, they pause before they respond, and almost always say the right thing.

    Neither has told me they want or need to be legally wed. Of course they are all about the equality thing, but I have no idea if they would take advantage of that or not if they could.

    Honestly, when I am with them they seem to be more concerned with me and my health and well being which is always in question.

    sadly though, not all my friends are like minded.  And especially with facebook, and being friends with some who really are not my friends, conflicts have arisen.  I am hearing things that actually infuriate me.   

    Facebook and the internet have so many benefits and yet, there are downfalls to be sure.  In the real world I can know that someones views differ from mine but we try not to go there.  On facebook, people, and I am one, put it all out there.  And so you get to hear how people really feel.  And some of it is upsetting

    Things I am hearing that upset me.

    1) Omg, I am so sick of the gay thing, can everyone quit talking about it.

    2) The bible says ____ 

    3) God made Adam and Eve... 

    4) slippery slope, next thing you know people will want to marry their dog.

    5) it's unnatural

    6) They want to force their agenda on everyone.  

    7) we can't change the traditional view of marriage.

    8) harm to children

    and worse!!!!!!

    Words are Powerful.  We are talking about REAL people.  And they read these things.  Are people aware that in Nazi Germany, it didn't go from level one, Jews were fine, had businesses and families and the next day they were thrown in ovens. It started with some anti-semitism, then some propaganda, then laws etc... it started with words and attitude. 

        Are people aware that arguments about alleged harm to children, unnaturalness of the unions, importance of tradition... were all used to support the importance of Whites not marrying non-whites?

      People are still trying to make it about sex and try and portray any gay relationship as involving illicit sex and therefore not worthy of being condoned in holy matrimony.

      Did you know People used to insist that interracial marriage was sinful and contrary to the Bible?

     

    Gay people are discriminated against in many ways, not just with this issue.  

    However, since we have evolved as a society ( sort of ) most people are APPALLED when they hear arguments that were made against whites and blacks marrying.  Let me give you some parallels.

    Interracial marriage runs counter to God's plan:
    “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he
    placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his
    arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he
    separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.”
    (Source: Virginia trial judge upholding conviction of Mildred and Richard
    Loving for interra

     

    “The amalgamation of the races is not only unnatural, but is always
    productive of deplorable results. The purity of the public morals, the moral
    and physical development of both races, and the highest advancement of
    civilization . . . all require that [the races] should be kept distinctly separate,
    and that connections and alliances so unnatural should be prohibited by
    positive law and subject to no evasion.”
    (Source: Dissenting California Supreme Court Justice objecting to that
    Court's decision striking down a state law ban on interracial ma

    Persons wishing to enter into interracial marriages come from the “dregs of
    society.”
    (Source: Advocates in favor of California's ban on interracial marriage,
    quoted in Perez v. Lippold, 198 P.2d at 25)
    If we allow “gay marriage,” then the next thing you
    know we'll have brothers and sisters wanting to
    marry each other, or demands for legalization of
    polygamous marriages.
    (Source: Vermont House and Senate Judiciary
    Committee Public Hearings, 1/25/00, 2/1/00)
    “[If interracial couples have a right to marry], al

    “[If interracial couples have a right to marry], all our marriage acts forbidding
    intermarriage between persons within certain degrees of consanguinity are
    void.”
    (Source: Perez v. Lippold, 198 P.2d at 40 (Shenk, J., dissenting, quoting
    from a prior court case))
    “The underlying factors that constitute justification for laws against
    miscegenation closely parallel those which sustain the validity of prohibitions
    against incest and incestuous marriages.”
    (Source: Perez v. Lippold, 198 P.2d at 46 (Shenk, J., dissenting, quoting
    from a prior court case))
    “[T]he State's prohibition of interracial marriage . . . stands on the same
    footing
    as the prohibition of polygamous marriage, or incestuous marriage, or
    the prescription of minimum ages at which people may
    marry, and the prevention of the marriage of people who are mentally
    incompetent.”
    (Source: Excerpted United States Supreme Court oral argument
    transcripts from Loving v. Virginia, from Peter Irons and Stephanie Guitton,
    eds., May it Please the Court (1993) at 282-283, quoting Virginia Assistant
    Attorney General R.

    “Each [party seeking to marry a member of a different race] has the right
    and the privilege of marrying within his or her own group.”
    (Source: Perez v. Lippold,

    I am guessing and hoping people read this and are shocked. Almost no one believes this anymore. Do they?  

    Words are powerful.  Words are hurtful.  These are people.  Some good, some bad.  

    "I'm not a homophobe, I just follow the bible or I'm fine with the gays as long as they keep it to themselves.  Why can't they just stay in the closet like they used to?"  If you don't hear the ignorance of these statements then I'm sad for you.  But I am sadder for my friends, who deserve to be seen as they are.  

    Two of the finest, most moral, human beings I have ever known.  Be mindful when you post comments on people's posts.  Think of who may be reading.  Think before you speak or write.  

    Words are powerful.

     

     

     

March 4, 2013

  • A big F you to Mrs. Alexandra

    Yeah, I almost used the whole F word right now, but then didn't.

     Mrs. Alexandra was my eighth grade home Ec. teacher and also my home room teacher, which if I remember correctly was in the cafeteria.  Or maybe it was seventh grade, either way, between her and Mr. Panzella the chorus teacher ( who years later was fired due to being found guilty of molesting his daughter), I got a lot of detentions.  But that isn't why I am angry with Mrs. Alexandra some 43 years after seeing her for the last time.  I am angry with her because I am excellent in wood shop class.  

    Have I lost you yet?  I am in wood shop class by proxy because the boys I work with are in woods and I can supervise for three hours or participate.  And while it's true the woods teacher is used to teaching kids with an IQ of 2 and also kids who have autism and other disorders, I think the patronizing tone while I cut wood is purely coincidental. And it's also true I have almost lost a digit or two, and there have been some eye rolling ( even from the teacher that works at Safeway with me), I still think I found my niche.  And yes, one boy continually says my box sucks, I don't know how to sand, and the reason the oil isn't sticking is because I have globs of glue all over it, I still think my box is pretty good.  Evidence of good box ( with artsy blue tint)

       Now after seeing this masterpiece you may be wondering what that has to do with Mrs. Alexander and Home EC.  You need to be patient I'm getting to that part.

    I don't remember too much about the cooking part of home EC. except we made lasagna once and it was really good.

    I do remember the sewing part though.  In particular two items.  Pants and a stuffed animal.  My pants were great and I didn't need much material because that was pre development and I looked like I was five and I think I was still in size 6x.  Despite that, the sewing machine and I had issues and unfortunately my pants fell apart in the first wash. The pants were high wasted bell bottoms and made of faux denim. I had enough material left over to make my stuffed animal faux denim too and I thought it was very cool.  I'm not sure that I would have chosen to do an elephant since that is clearly harder than a bear, so I am assuming Mrs.  Alexander forced me to make an elephant. which is very mean when she knew I had issues with the pants.

    I learned sewing on the machine is  kind of like driving and I had some problems with speeding and steering which did not fare well for the faux, jean, elephant.  Anyway, even though I had to unthread so many times it caused rips and even though it was the saddest looking elephant one could imagine, and may have looked like a deformed bear, I fell in love with it.

    I don't remember my grade.  Hopefully Mrs. Alexander saw the effort and at least gave me a c, but I doubt it. She was mean and clearly, I should have been in shop class.

    This was back when women's lib was really at it's peak, but it still scared me and I thought of it as a lesbian takeover and I wanted no part.

    I was comfortable with defined gender roles although I knew I would have to marry money since sewing and cleaning were not among my skill sets. I didn't end up marrying money, I married expunge and now I'm divorced and poor. but I made him lasagna and he liked it a lot and it was not one of the meals, like hamburger helper, that got criticized. And I guess I should thank Mrs. Alexander for that but I'm still too angry.

    Having said that, and even though shop was not an option for girls, I think Mrs. Alexander should have recognized that would have been a class I could shine in.

    Instead she forced me to make a faux, jean elephant, that I fell in love with, knowing it would die and make me feel really bad.  I created the elephant so it was like loosing a child and honestly I am still dealing with the after effects.

    She also did give me a lot of detentions and I now think my mother was in on it because it happened in home room almost daily, and that is where I let my friend Tish help me break two big rules my mother had given me.

    1) no make up

    2) never wear other peoples makeup

    Since rule one was obviously going to be broken, I had to break rule two as well since I didn't have my own make up.

    My mother knew wearing others make up, especially eye makeup, could cause eye problems, since that's when I had such bad eczema inside my arms, my pe. teacher thought I shot herion. ( the scratched rash looked like track marks)

    Anyway, when Tish would be laying on the bright blue eye shadow which would later cause weird, crusty. eye infections, Mrs. Alexander would decide to find reasons to give us detentions.  

    Talking, ( duh talking was necessary because Tish would tell me not to forget to wash it last period because I got caught last time and my mother acted like I had put acid in my eye). Also, it was homeroom, really no talking first thing in the morning of 7th or 8th grade?  Girls?  Unrealistic!

    My mother was very critical of Tish's make up artistry and said the blue eye shadow looked ridiculous.   And it may have, looked ridiculous I mean, since, blue eyeshadow is dumb and I looked like I was five with lots of blue eye shadow and possibly crusty, eye infections

    She also gave me a double detention, I seriously think she made that up with Mr. Panzela who I kind of don't think molested his daughter, but do think was mean to his wife because he was a mean teacher.  She gave me a double detention for chewing gum, while getting my daily makeover from Tish, on the same day Tish and I got back from being suspended for smoking. And really she should have known my mom would freak out and say I had a severe problem with rules, when honestly I just didn't see why chewing gum was bad.

    Ok, Mrs. Alexander, maybe I wouldn't have been great in shop but I definitely should have gotten an A+ on my solo in chorus, which wasn't your fault unless you and Mr. Panzella, and my mom all discussed the eye shadow and thought a good punishment would be to ruin my singing career.

    The point is I am holding a grudge and I am also going to post this on Tish's  facebook wall as a stroll down memory lane.  And I want my mom to apologize about the make up rule, when I read porn and wasn't punished and that seems way worse than blue eye shadow. Even if she was right and I did have allergies and probably shouldn't have worn Tish's cheap ( sorry Tish) blue eye shadow.

    And also, if my dad reads this he should have really intervened and told that school to stop giving detentions for no reason. 

     And yes, I am aware this blog is sort of all over the place and it seems my anger towards Mrs. Alexander is misplaced.  But I have my reasons for writing it and for writing it this way.  And it's probably rude to tell anyone kind enough to read this that it is none of their business why I chose this style and subject, it really isn't any of your business. So...

    Until next time.

February 3, 2013

  • Will you marry me

    Yes, it's been months, AGAIN, but I'm here now and that's all that counts.  Recently, I was a mother of the bride.  It wasn't as exciting as I thought, but it was moving just the same.  Here is a photo of the bride

     

    Here is a photo of her dad,( expunged) and me

    I think we look related, which is weird,

    Who can get married in the US.?  

    Everyone, except

    Children- Children can't get married because they are Children.

    Animals,- Animals can't get married, because they are animals, unless they are dogs, and it's pretend.  Like this couple

    I picked these two because they are the colors of my two, and similar looking, ( I got another one since my last blog).  My two are boys though, so they can't get married in Il. even pretend, because they are both boys.  And brothers, even though not blood related.

    Siblings- because there is no movement for sibling marriage because 99.% of society thinks that's gross.

    Inanimate objects- because they are inanimate, unless, again, it's pretend like this couple-

    Plants- because that's silly.

    Gay couples- because it makes some people uncomfortable.

    I am divorced.  I am allowed to be divorced because legal marriage is a legal contract and you are allowed to break legal contracts sometimes.  And a legal contract is not the same as church, which frowns on divorces for the most part. Or temple, which may or may not frown on divorce, I'm not sure.

    Divorce isn't the best for kids but Dr.Phil says kids would rather be from a broken home than live in one, and that makes sense to me.  Just like I think it's better to live in a loving same sex parent situation than in a house where your parents are opposite sex but the dad beats up the mom, and or/ molests the kids. But Il. disagrees and Il. is the best state ever.  Except not really because our Governors go to jail and they don't have to go to the icky half way house when they get out, because they were Governors once and that means they are special.  

    child molesters are allowed to get married and if you beat your first wife you can still marry another women after that as long as you get a divorce first.  

    You can even murder people, like your parents, and get married in prison.  But usually only to the opposite sex because same sex is unnatural.

    If your religion or non religion doesn't care if you are the same sex and get married, it's still mostly not allowed because some religions say no, and you are allowed to mix church and state if you want.  Even though the constitution says that is a no-no.

    I'm not sure why, but it's true.

     

    1967

    The U.S. Supreme Court unanimously overturns Pace v. Alabama (1883), ruling in Loving v. Virginia that state bans on interracial marriage violate the Fourteenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

    As Chief Justice Earl Warren wrote for the Court:

    "There is patently no legitimate overriding purpose independent of invidious racial discrimination which justifies this classification. The fact that Virginia prohibits only interracial marriages involving white persons demonstrates that the racial classifications must stand on their own justification, as measures designed to maintain White Supremacy ...

    "The freedom to marry has long been recognized as one of the vital personal rights essential to the orderly pursuit of happiness by free men ... To deny this fundamental freedom on so unsupportable a basis as the racial classifications embodied in these statutes, classifications so directly subversive of the principle of equality at the heart of the Fourteenth Amendment, is surely to deprive all the State's citizens of liberty without due process of law. The Fourteenth Amendment requires that the freedom of choice to marry not be restricted by invidious racial discriminations. Under our Constitution, the freedom to marry, or not marry, a person of another race resides with the individual and cannot be infringed by the State."

    From this point on, interracial marriage is legal throughout the United States

    This does not apply to gay people though.  They don't have a right to persue happiness.  even though ironically, gay, used to mean happy. They are allowed to be unhappy with the opposite sex though, even though I wouldn't like to be married to a woman, because I'm not attracted to them and they can be very bitchy.

    But I don't have that problem, phew.

    I can get married to a man, and I can divorce him later, because that's allowed.

    Pretty soon Gay couples may be able to get married in Il. because the law might change.  Some people won't like this and think that will ruin their own marriage and Il. as a state, even though it won't and Il. is already ruined.

    My grandchildren, who I don't have yet, will probably be able to marry whoever they want, unless it's a child or table.  And most likely, not a rose bush either because that's silly.  

    if my grandchild, who isn't born yet, is a boy and wants to marry another boy when they grow up, I don't care because I want people to be happy and if you are born gay it's very hard to be happy with a partner who makes you want to throw up.

    some people say that you are born an alcoholic but you shouldn't drink and if you are born gay you shouldn't love either because both are bad.  

    But gay doesn't ruin your liver as far as I know, which is gross if you ever knew someone with a fried liver.  And gay sexual acts don't cause car accidents, unless you are doing it in the car, while you are driving, and some straight people do that because I read that somewhere.  And I'm sorry I gave you that visual, but some gay people are smarter than straight people and realize that's dangerous.

    People are very concerned about gay marriage, because it makes them uncomfortable.  Or their Church says gay acts are sin even though the bible says a lot of stuff and some of it is not cool. 

    You are allowed to pick and choose in the Bible because you just are.  For example, you used to have to stone kids who where disrespectful to their parents, but now you can't even throw pebbles at them because they will call the cops and your ass will be hauled off to jail.  Instead, parents have to pretend that their kids are not rude, little, brats ,because jails are still not fun.

    Someone's church isn't supposed to decide what's legal, but some people think that's the same.

    People are not concerned about child molesters getting married because they usually marry the opposite sex and that's not unnatural.  

    I don't want to get married again.  But the general consensus is, (and by general I mean my mom and boss,) that I should get married for financial security.  I think both are thinking Jewish, because a lot of Jews have money and that's not being anti-Semitic, it's just true.

    I don't want to though, because I am not attracted to ALL men, even if they have money, and even though I am not gay. That would make me unhappy, ( if I wasn't attracted to them) but financially secure, unless there was a pre-nup and I got divorced which is allowed, but means I get nothing.  Which means I would be trapped and I wouldn't like trapped.

    So I choose to stay single, because I have a choice.   

    The End

     

     

     

     

     

     

June 3, 2012

  • Warning: This blog is all about me

    I know, I'm a tease, stop in, disappear, I guess I just don't need a xanga fix as much as I used to.

     Update on the dog, new vet, yes you read that right, new meds. He's fine, except when he's not.  No rhyme or reason when he decides to cry all day, or not.  I have basically given up.  Howl away, the neighbor needs to get a job.  Seriously, they don't even have kids, or a dog.    

    I am having major insomnia, which is why I am writing this at 1:18 am. my time.  I'll probably change the time stamp, because I am insecure and need lots of xanga love, even though I never come on here and never go to other people's blogs.

    So I decided I was unhappy with my life, and I did some soul searching, after which I decided I had major blocks as far as moving forward in my life.  Basically, I psychoanalyzed myself and decided this was all due to my having a learning disability, which apparently I don't have.  What I have is " a sluggish processing issue."  I found this out because I forced myself to get retested and get 2012 results.  Last results were in the early 80's.  I figured they have learned new ways to label people, and I was tired of the old one.

    The real psychologist thought it would be a boost to my self esteem to tell me I'm slow rather than saying I have a learning disability.  Humm, ok????  I thought for sure I had ADD, but no, I am just slow.  But she recommended Aderal anyway, which is supposed to speed up my slow brain. Unfortunately, it just gives me anxiety attacks and dry mouth.

     Did I mention I have SEVERE anxiety and depression?  She figured this out by analyzing my answers on a billion question quiz.  This is the kind of quiz where they ask the same questions over again, but in different words. For example, " do you want to throw yourself off a ten story building?"  and "do you fantasize about drinking a bottle of bleach and slitting your throat?"  

    I knew they were doing that, even though I'm slow, which isn't the same as being MR (short hand for mentally retarded.)  My results clearly said no MR.  Anyway, I caught on to the game right away, even though I'm slow.  If I answered often to the building question, I had to answer often to the bleach question.  Now who's slow? HA! So, like I said, I have added Aderal to my plethora of medications and I'm sure my liver is thanking me for it.  I used a big word ( plethora) just to prove I am NOT slow.  That word just came to me, quickly.   

    I hope I used it in the right context.

    Recommendations, aside from the meds, see a shrink immediately, and join a group, like climbing club, so I don't drink the bleach.  

    I don't know why she thinks I have social issues, I answered all the "I have tons of friends and I love being with people questions" as often.

     Again, humm.  

     I am still waiting for her recommendations on what Dr. I should be seeing.  Apparently she isn't that concerned with my SEVERE depression and anxiety, because that was weeks ago and I have not heard a thing. 

    Actually, she may have figured out the depression/anxiety thing without the quiz. I think it may have been obvious when I started crying and bitting my nails before the test was even administered.  

    That's because even though I initiated the test, it freaked me out for no reason.  Well not for NO reason, but almost.

    Work related news: I was completely ostracized by the other " para professionals."  With the exception of one other coworker, who also has his " head really far up the bosses ass,"  I am hated by all.  Apparently, me and the other brown noser get special treatment.  Which is why we are staying at "Safeway" while the rest of them are being farmed out to the REAL high schools in the district. That's right bitches have fun with the NO smoke breaks and having to accompany some wheel chair bound girl to the bathroom.  I'll keep my head right where it is thank you.

     I'm not used to being on the outs though.  As I said, I'm really pretty social and have always been popular with other weird people, so I kind of got my feelings hurt.  Not that I actually liked any of them.  I am just used to them liking me and me being fake and then talking behind their backs.  

    Due to my "special" relationship with the boss I am also employed this summer, until July. I know right? Big deal.

     I am with the older bad boys, the in between a kid and adult boys, for the SUMMER which ends in July.  One kid was three classes short of graduating, so we tried to rush him through with his home school work. In order to do this, I basically had to finish some of his assignments.  One was an essay for world religion class.  Which is ironic, since it was major cheating.  I got a 90 on the essay I wrote.  That kind of pissed me off.  The LD test said I have SUPERIOR writing skills.  Superior is at least a 95.  Plus he told the "Safeway" teacher, the essay was outstanding.  Outstanding is 95 or above.  Jerk.  

    It is now 2:37 am.  You wouldn't have known that since I am going to time stamp it when I repost later.  Anyway, you may think that is an indication of being slow, but you would be wrong.  I took a break.  If you are reading this off Facebook, or because I mass Emailed you and begged, you probably don't get the whole time stamp thing, and I'm too tired to explain.  The one person from Xanga who reads this will know and that's all that matters.

    I have no idea why the font keeps changing on me, it's annoying.  

    I'm rambling now because I am too old to pull an all nighter.   

    If you are still reading, get over it.  I am having a creative stream of consciousness.  

    Not really, but still.

    Ok, I'll wrap this up, since I not even making sense to myself.  I will leave you with pictures of  the dog, because he's cute.

    See you all in a few months.


    attack pose

    Little kids at the dog park always want to hold him because he's like a little teddy bear.

     

     

    He is so cute I can barley stand it!  The people who clean the condo common areas call him lamb chop.  If you are old like me you will remember that show Sherry Lewis and lamb chop.  

    Fitting huh?

April 14, 2012

  • my life has gone to the dog

    wow, I think this is the longest time I have gone without blogging.  So I am assuming I may be writing this to myself and my friends and relatives I force to read via fb and Email.


    Actually, for all I know they ( friends and family) may be deleting.  But just in case an actual Xanga person who is still here reads this ,I'll try and catch you up.  

    This will be long, like a chapter book, so if you start to get bored with the book, just rec it and comment without finishing.

    . I went to Colorado for Thanksgiving, that was nice

    . Christmas/Chanukah - uneventful

    . New years Eve - nothing

    .Then I got THE DOG

        

    I wish I had a picture of the old dog who went by the name of Orega.  Even though he never answered to that name, and it means nothing in any language.  I got Orega at a no kill shelter, which is not to say it isn't a no smell shelter.

     I choose him for several reasons, one, he was hypo-allergenic, two, the other dogs were barking, and three I liked his tan LONG coat.  Then when I picked him up he gave kisses and well you know the rest.  I usually hate kisses, especially from dogs, but I was pretty sure this was going to be my dog, so it was ok.  Just like when your own baby has snot and you are only a little grossed out.

     I renamed him Samson, he was going to be Sam but my friend John hated it, so I said, "how about Samson" and he approved, so I call him Samson and he calls  him Sahmson, which makes no sense.  I don't let John order me around, but he did send me the photo of Orega so I allowed it this time.

    As I was on my way home with Sam at the time, he sat on my neck, like a urine, soaked, mink stole.  For over an hour.  All I knew of Sam was, he smelled, he was three, had bad dental tarter, and his former owners " had no time for him".  

    My mom won't like this part, but as I was driving with Sam on my neck, I was also searching my iphone and calling every groomer from Chicago to my home town.  NO ONE could take him, Finally, I found a lady who said if I hurried she would take him.  So I sped.  This was after Sam escaped from the car, as I was getting gas he ran all over the gas station parking lot.  I finally got his smelly self back on my neck, which is very uncomfortable by the way, and off we sped to the groomers.  

    We were not even fully in the door when she said it all had to come off.  I was like " what? His hair? Can't you just give him a bath and brush it?"  I didn't adopt a bald dog, I adopted a dog with what could have been pretty, long hair, if this lady had known how to get years of matting untangled.  Well she didn't, so I came back and the almost named Samson/Sahmson looked like a COMPLETELY different dog and I noticed now he was very skinny.

    Here he is about a month into our becoming a family of two.

    actually it might be two months by then.

     

    Anyway, he seems happy, well adjusted with his little sweater,right?  Well, yes, in that moment, because I was there.  It seemed my sweet, affectionate dog had what is known as Separation Anxiety.  Having suffered from anxiety myself, I figured I'd get him some Xanax and all will be fine.   The neighbor above me, who happens to be hispanic and speaks very little english, was VERY clear when she said " your dog, he cry very loud and he howl like wolf when you at work".  I asked " when does he stop?'  Her reply, "when you come home."  I thought she must be exaggerating, who cries and howls for 7 hours?  My extended tape recorder device $30.00 by the way, told me that it is very possible and very loud and disturbing.  And NON stop.  Plus the door was scratched down to a toothpick and the  carpet by the door had been shredded to nothing, not to mention the other gifts, like poop on the floor.

    Not paniked yet, I ran to the pet store got a bunch of expensive natural remedies, I figured this would cover the cost of the vet visit, who isn't open on Sunday, and he would be fine.  We had the calming drops, the pheromone collar, the plug in pheromone thing, that I wasn't supposed to be able to smell, but could, and the secret weapon, anti-anxiety wrap.  Rated online much higher than the thunder shirt and guaranteed to cure separation anxiety, I was sure this was the trick. Lets just say I love throwing money I really don't have down the toilet.

     

    off to vet one ( two if you count the bitch who gave him his second distemper shot)

     

    Vet number one gave him a drug called Calmpin or something like that, he said it could take a few weeks to work.  I didn't have a few weeks! I have neighbors and thin walls!  So I waited two weeks, and with not even a hint of a change, I called and asked if he could have valium until the miracle drug kicks in.  They said no, because it was basically the same drug, which it isn't. I know, because I had looked it up online.

     Fine! Vet number two, he tells me to throw away the calmpin, it's a muscle relaxer he says, does not work, he gives him doggy prozac and a tranquilizer.  Plus the receptionist was a trainer and she would help with the behaviors and I could pay  off the $400.00.  Ok, a little pricey but she takes him to her house for a week. I get a break. But the drugs?  Well I was sort of pissed considering he had me buy the meds from him and later I found out I could have gotten them at Walmart for like $8.00 as opposed to $30.00.

     Anyway, tranquilizer,prozac, spandex doggie wrap, pheromones ,training, this is in the bag.  Not to mention the downloaded dog calming music, which sounded like normal classical to me, and animal planet all day, well, seriously who would howl with all that?

    Samson/Sahmson would.

    Well after upping Sahmson's  tranquilizer dose to more mg's than his 10 pound weight, and sending him to doggy training camp, after paying for a shock collar that should not be used for anxiety ($150.00, ) he was better.  He would go in his crate, eat ( we had an issue with that, ) and sit on my ottoman until I said it was ok to get off. 

    Big help. NOT

    Texting in Spanish to the neighbor while I was at work ( thankfully we have a lot of hispanic boys), and listening to the tape, I end up crying like a baby.

     I can't give away the pain in the ass, who is now my baby, puppy. I beg this vet for Xanax, dogs can't have Xanax, and he informs me valium for dogs is against the law! Really?   My friend's dog is on Valium, so I ask shock collar, receptionist,trainer what to do.  She says go to my friend's vet.

    Vet three, friend's vet, does some tests.  I explain that even if I  leave him in the car at target he howls like his paw is stuck in the door.  We experiment, I go in, she stays out, while he is in the car.  He sits there happy and calm, yawns and acts like the perfect dog.  And when we put him in a room alone he cries a little, very soft, then stops.  No howling in a high pitched, ear piercing sound.  

    Great, she thinks I have Munchousen by proxy, the canine version. She tells me the tranquilizer he has been on is garbage, she hates it, it doesn't work if the dog is agitated.  Really? Another waste?  And he's not depressed, so the prozac goes too. She will give him liquid valium $35.00 at Walmart.  Thank God, a drug I know works.

     It doesn't work and he throws it up.  Now I get the pill version, only $10.00, the directions say give one hour before expected problem, but the liquid was given every twelve hours.  I don't read the directions on the pill and just do the same as the liquid.  I read the amount and give him about 7.5 mg's twice a day. Every twelve hours like the liquid.  IT WORKS!  Well only when I hide food in my room ( forget the crate, puppy pads work fine for potty and he likes to be free )and then I sneak out, but still, no howling!

    Yesterday, I call for a refill and find out, I have been giving him 3 a day which is 15 mg of valium. Well I knew that, but I thought that's what I was supposed to do. The receptionist leaves me a message saying she will not refill after two weeks because she does not understand why I am out. I really didn't appreciate her tone!  I don't think vet three likes me.  Yes, there was the time his tick bites disappeared as soon as we got to the office and reappeared as soon as we got home, and yes I called her day one of liquid valium, crying hysterically while forcing her to listen to the howling tape while yelling "this is hour three!"  

    She is calling Monday, and frankly I'm afraid of her.  He acted fine.  That vet doesn't understand we tollerate drugs really well in my family, at least I do, and obviously Samson does too .  But I am sure she will think I am irresponsible, I could tell the receptionist was appalled. She will think he lay in a coma all day, but he didn't, he was just as hyper as ever when I got home and I could hear him drinking water and walking around. I know it appears to her I am insane, but I am only a little crazy and that is mostly due to the dog!

    I think I am going to have to find vet 4, and then it may really look like I have Munchousen by proxy canine version.

     

    Anyway, here is my sweet, drug addicted dog now,




    Ok it's true, he looks like a druggie here but that was before the valium, I swear 


    fine, sort of out of it, but we had a long day


    see! he's like a crazy bunny!


    anyway, he's cute and I love him. I also make him pose for me.


    so anyone know a good vet?

November 5, 2011

  • I'm Baaaack ___ insert scary music here

    Hello SOME Xangans and Some family and friends who read this, I have returned. For how long?  Who knows?  Whenever Xanga feels like a chore I need a long break.  

    I know many of you state, and it may be true, you are here for yourselves and don't care if anyone reads your musings.  But I'm not one of those people.  If I was, I would write a private diary.  I have Facebook to let everyone I care about, and even those I am " friends" with but have no idea who they are, to give out important information like " I just peed"  " got off the couch and went to the kitchen".  

    NO, this is where I want and need an audience.  This is where I get fake self esteem and fake ego boosts.  But that takes a LOT of work.

    For example, I have been MIA due to my new hobby Instagram.  This is an iphone app.  where you post photos.  Similar to Xanga, there are many BAD or mediocre photos on the popular page.  At least Instagram is honest and actually tells it like it is, a popularity contest.  I am not talking about my photo's not making popular page, I honestly don't care, but you should see some that get very little comments.  

    I don't mean to sound racist or stereotypical, but Asians, especially Japanese, can take the photos!  I have seen stuff I would not be able to afford get like 5 likes and zero comments.  

    So even though I don't care about the popular page, I do want people to look at the photos and give feedback.  Otherwise, what's the point?  In order to do that, like Xanga, you have to toot other peoples horn.  Again, A LOT of work.  I am not so desperate as to go on people's gorgeous photos of Nepal and say " good job, PLEASE follow me, please, please, please,"  which I get a lot.  And I will only like photos I really like, but I have made my way around, and have probably seen a million photos.

    I will usually comply with the beggers and follow them, because I feel bad they are desperate.  But then I unfollow when they post thousands of pictures of Justin Bieber.  Not only did they NOT take the photo, I don't care to see the alleged baby daddy, especially since I think he's gay, and I don't like his fake heterosexualness.  

    I did have one of my photo's stollen, which is flattering when there are so many Asian masterpieces, but also a pain in the ass.

    I had to E sign them, which probably doesn't even help.  You can photoshop that out, but the watermarks ruined the look I was going for.  

    Those of you who don't know my real name, will be happy to know, my full name will be revealed today, when I post some of my latest that I want you to comment and rec on.  

    Since I have blown Xanga off, I'm not really counting on that, but you never know.  Sometimes I am missed.

    When I was on Instagram, a fellow Xangan recognized my momofjenmatt moniker.  They have friends lock, so I won't bother doing a shout out, but that was both flattering and embarrassing. It either means I am too cool for words and a mini celebrity, OR it means I spend WAY too much time on the internet.  

    Either way I took it as a blogging sign.  So here I am.  These are some of my latest photo's.  They are no Asian perfect photography, but it's a start.

     The flowers

     

     

     

     


    The kind of like flowers

     

     

    other stuff

     

     



     

    My friend Diane in her Ursula costume that was made and designed by my friend Isaac ( except the wig, which was made by Diane).  She wore it in a parade on Halloween in Boys Town ( Chicago) and won best original adult costume!  She won a VIP pass to a bath house ( for gay men, where I believe sexual things happen).  She thought it was a spa and was super excited ha ha ha.

     

     

    I want love.  Begging.  Just kidding.  Hope the people who do come over enjoy.