Showing posts from October, 2008

Trying to Debunk the Paranormal

Some people believe in the paranormal and others are skeptics. Religious or people of faith tend to sway away from that topic and usually feel that it is very bad to communicate with the deceased, due to what the bible says about it. I’ve always believed there were ghosts only because I’ve experienced some weird happenings myself in my lifetime that just cannot be explained. Everything can be debunked though…everything. It is fun to think it was real. Since I’m far more sensitive to the paranormal than the people who are close to me, I always refrain from telling them most of what I see and let them tell me what they see or experience. For example, when I lived in the apartment upstairs from my parents’ house, there was an older woman who wore a grayish housecoat with white hair. She was tall, lanky and of course, an apparition. I wasn’t sure if I was the only one seeing her. She mostly stayed in my old bedroom downstairs. I’d see her from the corner of my eye, walking from the living

Political Chest Pains

Yesterday was quite a day. The morning started out ok: had breakfast with my partner, cleaned the house, did some work and right after a phone conversation with a friend, I started to get severe chest pains. I’ve had many types of chest pains before- but this one was different. This started from my chest and made a beeline all the way down to my hands. Every jolt traumatized me. I finally collapsed and thought I should call 911, but instead I called Madelene. The last time I called 911, they charged me $500 for a ride down the road. No thanks. Madelene picked me up and we drove 10 mph to the hospital. I love Madelene dearly, but the woman drives like an old bitty. It’s her heart that counts, right? Or is it mine??? Anyway, we’re slowly making our way into purgatory, or I should say, the ER when she comes up with this question: "Do you think it's gas?" This isn’t going to look too good because now I’m getting irritated by her questions. Surprisingly, they rushed me in rig

Save Obama - Vote McCain?

People never mention “white supremacists” because they’re hardly among us…or are they? In fact, there are so many of them among us that we don’t know about. Many are discreet and go about life like we do. Some people share their views, but don’t participate in violence towards African-Americans. Besides their claim to be “Christian” for most of them, their religion is much more than a title---it’s hatred towards human beings, period. They have no tolerance for anyone other than Caucasian, heterosexual people. None. When I read what happened on CNN’s website , it left a chill down my spine. "Federal prosecutors charged two men with plotting a "killing spree" against African-Americans that would have been capped with an attempt to kill Sen. Barack Obama while they wore white tuxedos, federal officials said Monday." --- read more . This isn’t the first attempt from these types of people either. This is an ongoing “mission” to be planned and carried out. Although CNN r

Another Reason Not to Vote

I’m so politically exhausted. I feel like screaming out of my apartment, “I HATE EVERYONE”, like a maniac running out of a psyche ward, but my neighbors would most likely call the guys in the white coats to come after me. What happens days before the election that people get so passionate and so vulgar with one another that it comes down to political blows and insults right into name calling? What are we trying to do? You vote for Obama. He votes for McCain. Another refuses to vote. Some vote for Paris Hilton. Why can’t we just secretly have our political views, vote for who we want and just be happy with that, instead of attacking one another? Are we trying to change people’s minds? Are we trying to convince ourselves that our choice is the “right” one? Or are we just trying to be right? In the end result, whoever wins, whichever candidate gets the royal crown, we all come together as a country regardless. Or do we? Does anyone still have passionate debates anymore after the election

Dr. Placebo

Intellectuals don’t impress me. Highly educated people don’t impress me either. I’m speaking about the ones who make it known to the world and hold up their degrees like a flag that their education makes them who they are today. In my opinion, your experience and heart makes you who you are today; the way you love and the way you treat others is what makes you who you are today. There isn’t a degree in the world that would prove to me that you’re lovable or reliable. It’s your vulnerability, your efforts in life and your ability to make people feel loved is what makes you lovable. I’ve always been told, “Don’t date a man who treats his mother poorly.” I don’t date men, so I don’t know what to go by anymore these days. So not the point here... I recently found myself surrounded by a bunch of gals who were talking about their anxiety and depression. I listened, remained quiet and overheard one girl talking about the tons of medications she was on. Some even had harmful interactions whi

Project Implicit

Last night I was watching CW11 news. Mind you, it’s my least favorite of the bunch, but at 10pm I like to sit there and watch mindless news chatter and hear the weather for the next day. While listening to them go on and on about nothing and everything, they bring up this test that determines if you’re vote is based on prejudiced issues. Harvard University came out with the IAT (Implicit Association Test). Many Caucasian people who took the test favored those who are of European descent and those who were African American mostly favored their region as well. A few were quite moderate and in between – which is better for our voting system of course. I wrote about this on another site, but think about this: how many people will chant, “OBAMA” and then go behind the curtains and vote for someone else due to racial factors? I think many people want to be open and want to vote for anyone who is “qualified”, but studies have shown that this isn’t the case. What we see everyday may be based

Sarah Palin - Two Parts

Err, what? Take a look at the first (fake) version of Sarah Palin and then take a look at the real Sarah Palin in the second part of this video. Too funny.

Don't Vote!

With the wedding bells coming to a halt and life beginning to go back to normal, I hear the hum of political jibber jabber on every news channel, personal blog, radio station, ----oh and my local newspaper. Yes, I read newspapers and I can tell you the sources too, unlike Palin. Most of you know I was 100% for the McCain/Palin ticket. The more and more Sarah Palin speaks, the more I cringe. At first, I loved her. She rocked! I know that every politician lies, but for the love of God--------be a good liar! My father used to always say, “If ya gonna steal---steal big! Get yourself an armored car and run!” I’m sure all the ink from the money would spew all over my face like a fricken octopus, but probably well worth it. Think about this: Sarah Palin isn’t fit or prepared to become our next president. Yes, I said “next president” because we all know that she’s literally one heartbeat away from the presidential seat. She can’t even name one newspaper that she reads. Her response was, “Ohhhh

Photos of Our Wedding

Please click on the photo above to view more photos of our wedding! Thank you for everyone who has congratulated us and was there on our special day.

We're Finally Married!

We're finally married! I wanted to let all of you know it was a beautiful ceremony - couldn't have asked for better weather. We're still waiting for our photographer to give us the photos. I'll post photos tomorrow or the next day. We just want to thank our family and friends for being so supportive and trying to balance on the rocky sand while the ceremony was taking place. I apologize if shoes were ruined! I have the best friends in the world and Madelene's mother and fiance made our day so special! Thank you!

Matrimony Madness & Memories

It’s 7am and I have glitter falling from my hair onto my eyebrows and now onto my keyboard. Some even made it into my eyes. If it weren’t for the overenthusiastic beauty shop owner from yesterday, I wouldn’t have to clean up this mess. From trying on fake lashes, lip plumping grease to eyebrow waxing and then getting sprayed with a can of sparkles, I think the whole wedding preparation fiasco has finally come to an end. I brought Madelene to our favorite local bar to meet up with our friends Marty and Maria to have a drink and something to eat. I thought the dark bar scene would hide my glittery hair. It didn’t work. Maria pulled out her wedding pictures to show me a few things she did for her special day. As I sorted through them, I started getting nervous. I wasn’t nervous until I saw her wedding photos for some reason. I turned to look at Maria. Her eyes were dead-set on me, as though she was analyzing my response to “wedding stuff”. Our eyes locked for a few moments and she let out

Peace From Within

Have you ever thought about how much we solely rely on other people, whether it’s their approval, their attentiveness, their ability to make you happy or by their help? We rely on other people’s love, friendship and understanding. We rely on too much really. The one person you thought you could rely and trust upon can easily take a turn in another direction and become your worst enemy. People are human. Common sense. People are complicated little creatures. They have feelings and get hurt and sometimes feel insecure which can lead into indirect punishment for other people in their lives. Have you ever had someone yell at you without a sufficient reason and wonder, “What the hell was that about?” A person can totally go off the handle on an innocent waitress just because they had a bad day—not even because the service was bad. They need to vent; they need to direct their anger without their human GPS system. They are emotionally lost. “They” are sometimes “we”. Hats off to you if you’r

Defining My Best Friend

A companion. Someone you can rely on in good times and bad. Someone who looks through your human flaws, idiosyncrasies and sees the soul of who you are and doesn’t count every mistake you have made. It’s someone who forgives, but most of all, is able to forget and move forward… with you. It’s the person you go to with your deepest secrets and the knowledge that it stays between you and that person. It’s someone who can identify with you, even if they disagree with what you’re saying. It’s the one person who would drive through a hurricane just to be with you only if for just a few hours. It’s the person you can sit in a comfortable silence with. This person will always edify you and lift your spirits up, not tear them down. You can always be reassured that outward appearances are superficial to them; it’s the heart, the soul and the love in your heart that matters the most. This person will provide an atmosphere of love, compassion, loyalty, friendship and safety for you. This person