Showing posts from April, 2009

H1N1 & R2D2

The panic has reached its pique and there are unnecessary numbers of people swarming into the doctors office and emergency rooms in fear they may have the swine flu. The average person who gets a bit freaked out by a cold will hit the doc’s office. For someone like me who relies on her OCD - I steer clear of any doctor’s office or emergency room. Don’t people realize that there are higher risks to catch this flu by communing with others who possibly have it? Think about it: the more sick people joining in one condensed area, the higher the risk for this bug to fly higher. It’s been reported that there were more deaths involved with the normal seasonal influenza than there were with this strain. I’ve also heard that the cause of most of the deaths in Mexico is due to their poor quality and lack of health care. Or, did it just become weaker as people traveled out of Mexico? Then I heard something that scared me a little: they don’t know how the swine flu reacts - meaning - they r

Barack Obama Terrorizes New York?

Yes, you are forgiven Obama. But what was he thinking? He allowed a 747 from the presidential fleet, An Air Force One backup plane and fighter jet to fly very low over in New York. It was a poorly judged photo op that we, the people got taxed for. When I saw the video footage on the news where the people of New York started running and screaming, my heart sunk. It almost made me cry to see they had to feel that terror once again. So, my title fits, Obama is a terrorist. He instilled fear for New Yorkers, once again.   Definition of "terrorist": a person who terrorizes or frightens others.  Even Mayor Bloomberg is outraged and cannot believe he wasn't notified of what they were doing so that no panic would set in. How could anyone in their right mind think that this was ok? In my personal opinion, it’s those who live in others states that really don’t “get it”.  They feel and know that 9/11 was a horrible tragedy, but those who weren’t there, living in anoth

Swine Flu

A video I just did in the morning trying to convince Madelene, who's in sales, to try and not shake hands with customers. Not sure if this is going to work. I also was trying to teach her how to wash her hands the right way. My OCD is kicking up with this Swine Flu going around. I might as well build myself a bubble.

Squashed Plans and a Bee (Update)

Committing the Perfect Suicide

Wouldn’t it be great if we were like cats and had nine lives? Some people believe that we do come back (reincarnation), but I’m not so sure about that. I’d be scared I would be punished by God and come back as a goat getting my nipples tugged for milk every morning. My life is a little close to that, but no cigar. What if this is it? No, I’m not talking about death now, I’m speaking about life. What if “this is it”? What we’re doing - our jobs, our family and friends as well as the everyday mundane things that occur daily? Do you feel stuck? Do you feel like your life is just the same ol’ bullshit day after day after day? I’m sick and tired of being “stuck”. This is one of the many reasons why I have chosen to write. It’s something I love to do.  After working at 9-5 corporate zombie-like jobs and noticing my anxiety heightening to where they had to take me out of the building in a gurney, I decided it was time for a change. I decided to commit the perfect suicide.  I reinve

Close to Your Heart

They say your past defines you; makes you who you are today. Going through struggles and trials in our lifetime builds up character and endurance, so that we can handle future blows much more easily. Is it easier, or is it that we’ve become so desensitized to it all? Maybe some of us are just like, screw it, whatever! Or is it strength? I think it depends on so many various types of personalities. You have one set of people where they would improve their actions, words and strategies to get through it all, and then you have another set of people where they would simply give up and not care. “Your past struggles and trials in life make you stronger” no longer applies to the second set of people who have simply thrown their hands up and either sought solace in a bottle or worse yet, have inflicted some type of harm to themselves, or did the inevitable. It’s a nice, encouraging saying, however it doesn’t apply to all people. And yes, the bible even states this beautiful saying

Love & Hate

We can all sit and mull over the incidents that occurred in our lives and point fingers until the cows come home, but many us aren’t being accountable for our own faults and wrongdoings. It’s easier to be the victim and run over to mommy and tattletale about Johnny poking you too much. There’s never an explanation of why Johnny was poking you though. We’ll just leave it at that and hear one side of the story - I mean come on, you’re the victim here, right? Maybe you’re not where you are in life because somebody screwed you over. Maybe you’re not out dating anymore because someone has poisoned all potential future mates for you. Get over it. If we really think about long and hard: whose fault is it anyway? Did you let someone screw you out of a heap of money? Did someone cheat on you and leave a bad taste in your mouth? It couldn’t be because you went into the relationship while the person was getting out of another or possibly still in one, could it? There are so many patt

Simmering the Ego

It’s been a bunch of nonsense lately. I’ve been detoured from blogger onto miniscule problems that caused a huge quarrel in our home. Now granted, the weather has been warmer and more springlike, but there have been a couple of days that were rainy and windy. Monday, I was driving home, got stuck in traffic on a donkey trail back to my place because of a down tree, and then realized I couldn’t warm up as soon as I was back at the apartment. I couldn’t blaze a nice roaring fire in the fireplace, because when it’s windy, it’ll just back up on me leaving me in a cloud of smut, so I made sure the heat was up and I got under a blanket to watch TV. I thought maybe I was coming down with something because I could not for the life of me warm up. I then heard a huge gust of wind that hit the building and saw one of my chairs out on the deck go flying down three stories. Needless to say I had to run out there to get it, which involved sliding down a mountain of lawn because the only entranc

Mom's Birthday!

The "New 29"

Personally, I’ve always thought that women in their 40’s are amazingly beautiful. I’m not trying to kiss up to any one of my friends or my wife for that matter, but it’s true. Being in your 40’s is the “new 29”. Then I watched Susan Boyle sing her little heart out and was so touched by her ability to shock the world, yet amazed how someone her age looks like she's hitting 70. I’m not superficial in the least, and I know that with more fame and work, she will be tackled down by some makeover crew soon enough. Aside from that, I don’t care - her voice rocks. During breakfast, I showed Madelene her video on Youtube and yes, I did see a tear! You rock Susan! Speaking about age and such, I’ve been feeling a little better lately. My arthritis / gout is seemingly fine in the morning. (It’s morning as I type this.) Oddly enough, after the coffee has drained out of my system, I start feeling like a creaky old bag of bones again. My mom gave me some interesting news tha

Learning From My Readers

It takes a lot for someone to admit that they’re wrong. Most of the time, it’s either pride or embarrassment that gets in the way. For me, I’ve never been too proud to say, “Hey, you know something, I was wrong and I’m sorry.” Granted, I’m not going to apologize if I didn’t do anything wrong just for the sake of mending a friendship or “making peace”.   There are too many casual statements that get flung around; meaningless words with hidden motives. Don’t get me wrong, I still do the most stupidest things in the world sometimes, and yeah I know that in the future comes along many “I’m sorrys”.   I accept that because I know I’m human. In my previous post , I enjoyed reading the comment because it really gave me an inside scoop on a lot about what’s going on in many people’s minds. Everyone’s different and everyone has the right to either choose forgiveness, or just forgive a little and hold onto the rest, and of course, to not forgive at all. That’s ok. I wasn’t judging any of

My Thoughts On Good Friday

There are so many qualities in Jesus that I admire that I cannot even fathom obtaining just a few of them. He was mocked, beaten and crucified, all for the love forgiveness. Even before his death, He was battered emotionally by the people He trusted the most. He was also betrayed by them too. The most amazing thing was His ability to still forgive them. It must take more of an evolved spirit; a person who truly knows God, like Jesus did, in order to forgive the people we would least expect to hurt us so deeply. Whether you believe Jesus is the Messiah or not, you have to respect His ability to give complete forgiveness to those people who wanted to hurt Him so badly. His faith was so great that He believed that His sacrifice on the cross was enough to save everyone and to give us salvation.  To me, that's pure love. There are two types of people in the world: those who have the ability to forgive with a more evolved spirit, and the others who cannot seek forgiveness in their

The Non-Communicative Station

As you can see from the photo above, our dining room table has become somewhat of a non-communicative place where we eat breakfast, check our email, networking sites, read the paper and then say goodbye for the day. I’m not sure if it was in fact a good idea to get Madelene her own computer, but at least she’s getting more acquainted with current up to date news and other misc. junk from whatever sources she looks up. She has never really had her own computer - she used mine since she rarely gets on the net. Now that her work involves a bit more computer work, I told her it was important that she gets familiar with the internet to better assist her clientele with more information. We have set down a few rules regarding our life vs. the internet life: 1. When we go to bed, the BlackBerries are turned off. There are no ifs ands or buts about it. They’re off for the entire night. If there is an emergency, then call our landline. 2. Our days off are just that: no internet, other th

Mac vs. PC: A Mixed Marriage

Never once have I claimed that I was a techie or some type of computer genius guru, but I have to say that ever since I bought a Macbook , this thing is so user friendly and easy to use that I don’t know why more people don’t jump off the PC boat. The PC for starters are so vulnerable to viruses. Hey, I used to love my PC, but after a while when it slowed down and started heavy breathing, gasping for air because I went into some weird and forbidden websites and opened a few emails from unknown sources, I decided to take my business elsewhere: Macville. I did want to clean out my Sony Vaio for Madelene, because she never uses the computer and I’m helping her get started. I called this wonderful computer repairman that my sister referred to me. She had nothing but good things to say about him and was pleased with his services. He came over after work and picked up my laptop and dropped it back off to me the very next day all repaired like new. He even help me set up all the wire

Google Street View

A big concern for many of us is whether or not we’re being watched by Big Brother. Personally, I have absolutely no problem with cameras on our streets and in our marketplaces, because I feel that they keep us safer. It has brought down crime significantly. But then again, it’s the lesser of two evils. If we’re not doing anything wrong, then why should we care? If it’s invading our privacy, then what exactly defines the meaning of “privacy”? My home is my privacy, your home is your privacy, but when does it come down to the point of madness when cameras are taking pictures of your home and then launching it onto the internet? Legally, I can stand outside of your home 1 inch away from your sidewalk and take a photo or video of your house or apartment. If your blinds are open, I have the legal right to view what’s inside and record it. How creepy is that? As long as I am not on your property, I have that right. You have that right. Everyone and their mother has that right. 

Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

Realizing that the economy is shrinking faster than my pants on a Sunday afternoon, I can’t believe how quickly word spreads throughout the “press”. I had to cancel my subscription to my local newspaper. I couldn’t do it anymore. This paper used to be well written and captured some of the best stories. Their reporters were on top of their game and there was no room for b/s. Pure news. When I moved into my condo a couple of years ago, I subscribed to the weekender. I loved it. As time went on, I noticed that their stories weren’t as interesting and if anything - they weren’t getting enough stories. There were stories out there on the local news channel on cable TV that weren’t trickling over into the newspaper. The paper’s biggest news was the happenings at your local winery or flea market. I thought they were going through a lull, until it just got worse. Their writing was suffering as well. They would try to spruce up a story by making it sound like a fictional tale. I

Tossing Out the Stony Heart

T he average person only sees what’s right in front of them. There’s no time to analyze what it is, or what they truly desire--even with all the “it’s meant to be” theories. Usually, realists and those who are still in question - more so upon atheistic outlooks; basing everything upon scientific views will argue over what I’m about to write in this post. Even with my strong faith in God, I still question everything. It’s normal. Even Mother Theresa questioned everything until her last dying breath. The person who fails to question life and the thereafter, are the ones who have simply given up on learning more, or about learning what’s within their own hearts that cannot be seen or heard. What do you want? That question is vague and almost unrealistic if you think about it. “What do you want?” Your mind can flip through many of your “want files”, but the real question should be: “what does your soul want?” Last year I wanted a set of entirely different things. My mind sai

Compared to Sylvia Plath...

This morning as I was checking my email and other networking sites, I found that my two sisters sent me a quiz to take on facebook. It’s called, “Which Crazy Bitch are You?” I personally think these tests are idiotic and time wasters, but for the love of amusement, I did it anyway. Here was the result: You are Sylvia Plath "You are one intense bitch. You are almost abnormally introspective but this is where your abundant creativity flows from. You love handsome, brilliant, creative genius types but you pay the price when their egos and lustful ways cause them to betray you. You are a very intelligent, classy lady with a black streak and can be very emotional at times. You do have a bit of a morbid side but your words often lead you to be misunderstood as a dark figure but that is just how you protect your soft mushy insides." If anyone knows me on a personal level, you’re probably laughing and nodding your head right now. I cannot believe how accurate these tests are wit

Antibacterial Does More Harm?

A little friend of mine told me to “write something” while I'm sick in bed. So, here I am writing a post for today. I am grouchy because I am sick with the flu. I’ve had this miserable bug enjoying the destruction of my immune system. It doesn’t help that Madelene was the one who graciously gave me her gift of the germ, but I love her anyway. I thought I was doing everything right. OCD helps with keeping my hands, counters, doorknobs clean as whistles. Are whistles even that clean? I don’t know why they made up that expression - it’s stupid. So, I figured I’d get myself to the doctor and load up on antibiotics, which I’m highly against if it’s before day 5. Madelene and I walked into our family doctor’s office. We sat down next to this 54 inch plasma TV screen. See, our doctor’s office was newly renovated and now it’s a cinema/coffee shop/bookstore/florist/plaza full of x-ray and laboratories. I sat down next to a bouquet of a spring flower and tulip mix. Well, let me just t