Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rant. Show all posts

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Is Nothing Sacred?

Happy Days? Fine.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? If you must.

But this??

I simply cannot accept it. I won't. It's ethically, morally and just plain WRONG.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

A Very Happy Unbirthday

Who shares your birthday?

I share mine with:

Kevin Bacon
Marty Feldman
Angelica Huston
Steve Lawrence
John D Rockefeller
Nelson Rockefeller
and Jerry Vale.

Neat part is, I know all but one of those people, too (who the hell is Jerry Vale?).

Thanks to Motherdear for giving Callie the idea...and Callie for mentioning it.

C'mon people, easy blog post for everyone!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Nope, Not Dead

Just working a lot and coming home really, really tired.

Life is boring, which I guess is a good thing when you're pregnant.

Thanks for the nice comments about Chip/Sprog/Squirt. The baby is fairly active and Mossy has felt the baby move once, very faintly. I know there's more of that to come, and I'm excited for it. It'd be nice for him to be able to feel it the way that I do - I think it would completely freak him out.

Oh per Kal's question: there will be no birthing video or bare belly shots posted to this blog. I have too much respect for all of you (and myself) to force you to see something as hideous as my belly. Keep in mind: this is not the first child i've carried. I carried twins...and have suffered through four bouts abdominal surgery. No one needs to see the after-effects of that. Believe me, most days I don't even want to see it.

Mossy is crazy busy with work, I'm working a lot (see first paragraph) and we've done absolutely nothing on our basement renovation for the past 3 weeks . I fear that my goal of having the basement cleared out and ready for renos by Labour Day weekend has been shot to hell. Right now, I'm hoping that we'll have it done enough in October that my Dad can help us put the ensuite bathroom in for The Boy's room. Otherwise we're royally fucked.

My house looks like a bomb has gone off. There's stuff everywhere that doesn't belong where it's been laid down. I come home and I feel like I'm drowning in stuff, so I hide up in the bedroom. I keep hoping I'll get the energy to deal with it all, but I know that my energy levels are going to go further and further down instead of up. However, the mess is not new. We have four slobs living in this house, so you'd think I'd be use to the chaos. Apparently not so.

The Wondertwins start highschool next week. I'm sooo looking forward to the back to school thing. If for no other reason than the fact that house will be fairly quiet during the day and the kids should be in bed before 3 a.m. once they have to start getting up at 6 a.m.

At least, I hope so.

So as you can see, there's not much to blog about. Life is plugging along day-by-day and all is fairly good.

I will try to keep this more up to date and hopefully have something wonderfully exciting to tell you about someday soon. I could use the adrenaline rush.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Some People Just Don't Know When to Shut the Fuck Up

For those in the States, the murder of this young man made horrible headlines here last week.

It just didn't seem real that something like this could happen to an innocent man.

Then I read about P.ETA's desire to post this fucked up ad and these bible-thumping assholes threatening to picket this poor man's funeral.

What the hell is wrong with people?

You don't want to eat meat and live a vegan lifestyle? Fine, go ahead. Just don't shove your shit down my throat. I like meat. I LOVE meat. I am a carnivore. We didn't crawl our way to the top of the food chain to eat salads all day long.

You believe God is punishing Canada? Then go back to JesusLand and STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY COUNTRY.

How is it humane to cause even more pain and grief to the family of Mr. McLean than they've already suffered?

I hope that someone meets those picketers at the border and turns their asses back to Kansas. If they manage to show up at the funeral, I hope they're met with hunting rifles and baseball bats. God knows, I'd be first in line to greet them.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

No Shit, Sherlock

I can't believe they had to do a study to come up with this. All you needed to do was ask a woman.

Men's Judgement Affected by Presence of Pretty Women

A couple of things made me snicker:

""One interpretation of these studies is that men are unable to ward off temptation. We do not subscribe to this,"

[...]

Indeed, the researchers found that when men were made to believe the presence of an attractive female was a threat to their relationship, they could successfully use skills they learned to keep themselves from flirting in a social situation."

They've learned? LEARNED?

So really what the guy doing the research is saying is that men can be taught to avoid doing something stupid that will jeopardize their existing relationship.

I can only surmise that this is the "if you touch the stove, you'll burn your hand" style of learning (Mossy could tell you the real scientific name for it), which makes me think of the Simpsons episode where Lisa investigates which one is smarter: her brother or her hamster...and the hamster wins.

I know it depends on the man, but I'm wondering how many relationships the average guy has to fuck up before he learns how to "ward off temptation"?

Some, like Henry VIII, just don't seem to get it at all.

Nooooooooo!

This can't be happening.

Seriously!

I have to admit I did a dance of joy when Sara's character left, greatly mourned the death of Warrick. But I cannot bear to think of a CSI show without Grissom.

It. Just. Won't. Work.

Why are all the good ones leaving?

Why can't Horatio from CSI: Miami take a long walk off a short pier instead? Then I might actually WATCH that show.

There are three shows that I try to catch on a regular basis: CSI: LV, House and Corner Gas*.

Well, Wilson is leaving House, this is Corner Gas' last season and now Grissom is leaving?

What the hell am I going to watch now?


*Corner Gas is a Canadian show that has been playing here for several years, but just started playing in the States. It's a simple, funny and very inoffensive show that is one of the few I can watch with my kids and not have to worry about awkward scenes or language...and it just cracks me up. If you get a chance, watch it!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

How Truly UNCanadian

This kind of fucked up self-righteous, holier-than-thou thinking drives me around the fucking bend!

You may not agree with everything Morgentaler did and represented, but he saved a lot of women from the coathanger and quacks.

I don't agree with abortion as a form of birth control, but I do know that Dr. Morgentaler fought for better health care for women. He also stood up and did these things at time when it was very controversial and put his life in grave danger to do it.

If you don't believe in abortion at all, fine...that's YOUR right. But I cannot stand these people who line the sidewalks on major corners holding up signs with pictures of a hacked up fetus and "ABORTION IS MURDER" signs. How DARE you preach your self-righteous bullshit?

I often wonder how the beliefs of those people would change if one of their young daughters was violently r.aped and became pregnant at 12 or 13. Would they still insist their child have a child?

I'm sure they're mostly wonderful people but truly I cannot stand those who try to shove their religious or ethical beliefs down my throat. I truly wish the Religious Right would jut disappear at let people live in peace.

As for that priest that was 'pardoned' for his 'incidents' in his group home? I'm sure he's heard that wonderful old saying...

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone..."