I ranted and raved already about self help and thinking positively on Jerry the Turtle: http://jerrytheturtle.blogspot.com/
Here is the link where you can view the full length movie for $4.95 each view. If you're just curious you might want to do this first. It's only $5. I haven't seen it. Not something I've wanted to do. Maybe someday.
I imagine it's probably helpful, but not really the answer to everything. How can any one thing be the secret to everything?
It can't.
Kind of related: My favorite saying nowadays, "Perception is reality". Simple, yet difficult to grasp sometimes.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The extent of my gaming
Atari - #13 on the top 50 best tech gadgets according to PC World.
Now I don't know to what extent I should trust this publication, but considering my knowledge, anything is probably better than nothing.
Just that word, and looking at a picuter of an ATARI brings back memories. My favorite game, as sad as it is, I forgot the name, where that little guy has to swing on a rope over this lake/pond and if he falls he gets eaten by alligators. Of course there was a little more to it but I loved that game. Pac-Man was so much easier on the joy sticks. All the games were actually. Kids these days just pick up on how to play these complicated games. How do they do it? I just can't get into it. I'm tired; that's all I've got for now.
Now I don't know to what extent I should trust this publication, but considering my knowledge, anything is probably better than nothing.
Just that word, and looking at a picuter of an ATARI brings back memories. My favorite game, as sad as it is, I forgot the name, where that little guy has to swing on a rope over this lake/pond and if he falls he gets eaten by alligators. Of course there was a little more to it but I loved that game. Pac-Man was so much easier on the joy sticks. All the games were actually. Kids these days just pick up on how to play these complicated games. How do they do it? I just can't get into it. I'm tired; that's all I've got for now.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Speaking of Dreams SD
What the hell? I dreamt that I had a horrible infestation of boxelder bugs in my house and you couldn't move without stepping on one or seeing one. I had to get out the vacuum and clean them up; there were these eggs, larger than the boxelders themselves that I had to suck up too. That's all I remember. Disgusting little creatures.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
headache
I've had a headache all day. Now my daughter has a fever and a headache. You know your kids are sick when all they do is sleep. I gave her Tylenol to help with the fever and pain. I doubt I'll send her to school tomorrow. To her Dad's she goes. He likes having her around and they get along well. I worry about his medicine giving capabilities though. He either gives too little or too much. It's not rocket science, the instructions are on the bottle.
When Jamea was about 1 yr old, I got home from work at around 10 pm and she was sleeping on the couch. I sat down to cuddle with her and realized that she had a terrible fever. Larry said he had given her medicine. S he wasn't sick prior to me going to work so this was news to me. So we are sitting there and all of the sudden she starts seizing. Scared the shit out of me. I called the ambulance, police arrived 1st. She awoke before they got there and she seemed okay - a little out of it. The ambulance arrived and watched her for a while. They knew she had a seizure because of how disoriented she was. I t was a fibril seizure, which is common for infants/toddlers with high fevers. I asked Larry how much Tylenol he gave her and he gave her half the dose - so basically it did nothing for her.
I was so mad at him. READ THE DAMN LABEL ALREADY!!!! To this day he doesn't read the label. I have to tell him and hope he remembers. I have taught the kids how much they need so when their Dad tries to shove medicine down their throats they know if it's too much or too little. It all works out in the end. For the most part their Dad is very good with the kids when they are sick; he is very attentive to them. I have to give him that. Me on the other hand, he could give a crap. Oh well, I'm an adult I think I can manage.
Other than that same old, same old. Nothing new in my life. My review at work turned out great, I got a raise. It's been over a year and I still like my job. It's getting a little boring however. I'm looking forward to branching out a little. I've made known my desire for more knowledge so I've thrown out the bone. We'll see if they take it or not.
No summer school for the kids. They are both improving on their grades and behavior so as a reward I told them I wouldn't send them this year. They have to keep improving and doing well, otherwise to summer school they go next year. Jarod is more caring about how he does in school, which I like to see. He cares if he has late work, or if he's behind on his work. He enjoys doing well more so than he did, say a year ago.
Isn't it true about school...
Learning how to learn is the most important thing you take away from school. When you walk out into the real world, that's the skill you're going to use the most. All the details you won't remember nor will you have use for.
Anyway,
later
J.
When Jamea was about 1 yr old, I got home from work at around 10 pm and she was sleeping on the couch. I sat down to cuddle with her and realized that she had a terrible fever. Larry said he had given her medicine. S he wasn't sick prior to me going to work so this was news to me. So we are sitting there and all of the sudden she starts seizing. Scared the shit out of me. I called the ambulance, police arrived 1st. She awoke before they got there and she seemed okay - a little out of it. The ambulance arrived and watched her for a while. They knew she had a seizure because of how disoriented she was. I t was a fibril seizure, which is common for infants/toddlers with high fevers. I asked Larry how much Tylenol he gave her and he gave her half the dose - so basically it did nothing for her.
I was so mad at him. READ THE DAMN LABEL ALREADY!!!! To this day he doesn't read the label. I have to tell him and hope he remembers. I have taught the kids how much they need so when their Dad tries to shove medicine down their throats they know if it's too much or too little. It all works out in the end. For the most part their Dad is very good with the kids when they are sick; he is very attentive to them. I have to give him that. Me on the other hand, he could give a crap. Oh well, I'm an adult I think I can manage.
Other than that same old, same old. Nothing new in my life. My review at work turned out great, I got a raise. It's been over a year and I still like my job. It's getting a little boring however. I'm looking forward to branching out a little. I've made known my desire for more knowledge so I've thrown out the bone. We'll see if they take it or not.
No summer school for the kids. They are both improving on their grades and behavior so as a reward I told them I wouldn't send them this year. They have to keep improving and doing well, otherwise to summer school they go next year. Jarod is more caring about how he does in school, which I like to see. He cares if he has late work, or if he's behind on his work. He enjoys doing well more so than he did, say a year ago.
Isn't it true about school...
Learning how to learn is the most important thing you take away from school. When you walk out into the real world, that's the skill you're going to use the most. All the details you won't remember nor will you have use for.
Anyway,
later
J.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
decisions
Well, I knew it would happen eventually...
A big blowout between myself and thw owners of the store I work at. A big, yelling match where we are all angry and I end up turning in my key.
My sister manages 1 of their stores and I work at another one. I have worked there for 7 or so years. I've seen a lot of changes, managers come and go, employees come and go - some good and some bad. Oh the stuff I've seen and heard. I've also met some awsome people, one of whom is one of my best friends.
My sister has managed her store for about a year now and she called me the other day crying because they are moving her to the 3rd store that they own. She is going to help that manager clean up the store, get things organized, ya know - housekeeping of people and things. Yeah, it's all good I suppose. OK, not so good. They tell her that the manager at this 3rd store has the final say. I view this as a demotion. No matter how you slice it, if you go from being in charge to having to answer to someone else, it's a demotion. An undeserved demotion. Did I mention this "other manager" has been managing this 3rd store for the same amount of time as my sister at hers (about 1 year) but she still doesn't know how to do her job. She doesn't know how to do her paperwork and can't hire or keep honest, non-stealing employees. She calls my sister and the mgr of the store I work at to ask how to do some of the most basic mgr duties.
Not to mention, no one else is happy about the move and it creates more work for everyone involved with no raises. They are doing this because of the 'bottom line'. That's what they're telling me.
It may not seem so bad, but I've had it. I've been through so many changes. I don't mind change. Actually change itself is great. When the changes are obvious mistakes, well, they're not so good. Ok, so this time I've really had it. After being a loyal, hard-working, going above and beyond kind of employee I decided it was time for me to step up and voice my opinion on this decision to move everyone around. Some of it personal, some just fed up with dealing with the consequences of their actions at work.
So, while in the midst of being drunk with anger over this situation, I run into the owners at the store within 2 hours of hearing of the news. Not a good situation as I called and left a message for the owners telling them it was a bad decision and I was sick of it. Yeah, of course they wanted to talk about it right then and there, outside the store I work at, with my kids and their young kid present. I told her I thought it was a mistake and the 2 things I get in return are "It's none of your business" and "it's about the bottom line - you don't know what the bottom line is". In response I tell them a few things about themselves. I'm told if I don't like it I can leave. Fine I will and then I hear "well, get to it". I took my key into the store and put it on the counter. That's it. I'm done. Just like that. I did get a call from the owner the next day telling me that they don't want me to quit and that my job is still there if I want it. I apologized for the way things went down but told them that I do not regret voicing my opinion.
I'm not sure what to do at this point. I almost felt relieved handing in that key. I felt free. I mean 2 whole days off work every week? I don't recall what it felt like to have only 1 job and weekends off. I've had 2 jobs forever. I would miss the customers and my co-workers, especially the manager (also one of my best friends). If I don't take my job back, it has to be permanent. I can never go back. It's a pride thing. I want to move on and maybe learn a new skill or something at a different 2nd job. Or maybe, if I can budget better, I'd maybe like to keep my weekends work-free. I'm on the fence. Although, it shouldn't be, it's such an emotional decision. More emotional for me at this point than it is financial. Oh well, I'm sure I'll make my decision soon. After all I'm the one who has to deal with the consequences of it.
A big blowout between myself and thw owners of the store I work at. A big, yelling match where we are all angry and I end up turning in my key.
My sister manages 1 of their stores and I work at another one. I have worked there for 7 or so years. I've seen a lot of changes, managers come and go, employees come and go - some good and some bad. Oh the stuff I've seen and heard. I've also met some awsome people, one of whom is one of my best friends.
My sister has managed her store for about a year now and she called me the other day crying because they are moving her to the 3rd store that they own. She is going to help that manager clean up the store, get things organized, ya know - housekeeping of people and things. Yeah, it's all good I suppose. OK, not so good. They tell her that the manager at this 3rd store has the final say. I view this as a demotion. No matter how you slice it, if you go from being in charge to having to answer to someone else, it's a demotion. An undeserved demotion. Did I mention this "other manager" has been managing this 3rd store for the same amount of time as my sister at hers (about 1 year) but she still doesn't know how to do her job. She doesn't know how to do her paperwork and can't hire or keep honest, non-stealing employees. She calls my sister and the mgr of the store I work at to ask how to do some of the most basic mgr duties.
Not to mention, no one else is happy about the move and it creates more work for everyone involved with no raises. They are doing this because of the 'bottom line'. That's what they're telling me.
It may not seem so bad, but I've had it. I've been through so many changes. I don't mind change. Actually change itself is great. When the changes are obvious mistakes, well, they're not so good. Ok, so this time I've really had it. After being a loyal, hard-working, going above and beyond kind of employee I decided it was time for me to step up and voice my opinion on this decision to move everyone around. Some of it personal, some just fed up with dealing with the consequences of their actions at work.
So, while in the midst of being drunk with anger over this situation, I run into the owners at the store within 2 hours of hearing of the news. Not a good situation as I called and left a message for the owners telling them it was a bad decision and I was sick of it. Yeah, of course they wanted to talk about it right then and there, outside the store I work at, with my kids and their young kid present. I told her I thought it was a mistake and the 2 things I get in return are "It's none of your business" and "it's about the bottom line - you don't know what the bottom line is". In response I tell them a few things about themselves. I'm told if I don't like it I can leave. Fine I will and then I hear "well, get to it". I took my key into the store and put it on the counter. That's it. I'm done. Just like that. I did get a call from the owner the next day telling me that they don't want me to quit and that my job is still there if I want it. I apologized for the way things went down but told them that I do not regret voicing my opinion.
I'm not sure what to do at this point. I almost felt relieved handing in that key. I felt free. I mean 2 whole days off work every week? I don't recall what it felt like to have only 1 job and weekends off. I've had 2 jobs forever. I would miss the customers and my co-workers, especially the manager (also one of my best friends). If I don't take my job back, it has to be permanent. I can never go back. It's a pride thing. I want to move on and maybe learn a new skill or something at a different 2nd job. Or maybe, if I can budget better, I'd maybe like to keep my weekends work-free. I'm on the fence. Although, it shouldn't be, it's such an emotional decision. More emotional for me at this point than it is financial. Oh well, I'm sure I'll make my decision soon. After all I'm the one who has to deal with the consequences of it.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
blah
Same old shit different day.
I wasn't invited to a "party" thingy they had at work. I'm offended cause I talk to those customers on a regular basis and I thought I should be invited. Either they forgot or they don't like the way I look so they don't want me to meet them face to face. The latter is what I'm thinking but ya never know. It could be an oversight I guess. I mean someone's gotta stay behind and do all the work...right? Even more upsetting is the fact of who I think the 'invitor' is. That would crush me if it was intentional from this person. I'm not even sure if he's the invitor.
I really am over it now but I was pretty upset over it last week. Now, actually, I'm glad I didn't get to go. What a stressful day and night - schmoozing with the customers - most of whom are older, not the most attractive men (I'm assuming of course). I don't drink anymore so it would have been pretty boring anyway.
My kids are doing well in school. Never underestimate your children. They may shock you. We had confrences and they are both improving greatly. I'm very proud of them and I tell them that every chance I get. I want them to know that that's the path to take. I want them to get excited about doing well instead of frustrated by not doing well.
Be proud of what you can do, of who you are - not ashamed of what you can't or who your not.
(I just made that up - swear) (Do you think it's already a "quote")?
Anyway,
lesson for today:
Go to bed, stay in bed.
And the "quote" above.
I wasn't invited to a "party" thingy they had at work. I'm offended cause I talk to those customers on a regular basis and I thought I should be invited. Either they forgot or they don't like the way I look so they don't want me to meet them face to face. The latter is what I'm thinking but ya never know. It could be an oversight I guess. I mean someone's gotta stay behind and do all the work...right? Even more upsetting is the fact of who I think the 'invitor' is. That would crush me if it was intentional from this person. I'm not even sure if he's the invitor.
I really am over it now but I was pretty upset over it last week. Now, actually, I'm glad I didn't get to go. What a stressful day and night - schmoozing with the customers - most of whom are older, not the most attractive men (I'm assuming of course). I don't drink anymore so it would have been pretty boring anyway.
My kids are doing well in school. Never underestimate your children. They may shock you. We had confrences and they are both improving greatly. I'm very proud of them and I tell them that every chance I get. I want them to know that that's the path to take. I want them to get excited about doing well instead of frustrated by not doing well.
Be proud of what you can do, of who you are - not ashamed of what you can't or who your not.
(I just made that up - swear) (Do you think it's already a "quote")?
Anyway,
lesson for today:
Go to bed, stay in bed.
And the "quote" above.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
customer service
CS is one of the most difficult, but most important jobs out there. The bottom line comes down to CS. Without it your business is nothing. Shopko lost me as a customer. I vow NOT to go back to Shopko ever again. Just shitty CS. Every time I walk in that store something bad happens. First I lost my checkbook there. Of course the loosing of the checkbook was my fault. Their response - nothing. They didn't give a shit. I called them as soon as I realized it was gone, which was as soon as I got home. So blah about it, like 'I really don't give a shit, no one handed it in, the fuck if I'm gonna look for it kinda attitude'. Now every time I go in there I just notice this shitty attitude. I'm done. Target, Kmart, or Walmart for me. Erase Walmart - Walk a Mart - gotta walk a mile just to get into the door, another mile around the big ol fat lady ahead of you walking as slow as can be, and then another mile to get back to the car. I'm not against walking but I am in a hurry. If I want to walk I'll walk around the block a few times. Most of the time I just want to go in and get what I went for and get outa there so I can go home and relax.
It's messed up that we work so hard and spend quite a bit of our paychecks on Mortgage/Rent but most people hardly spend anytime at home. It's the American way - spend money on shit we don't use/wear. Of course we NEED housing so that's where we get fucked.
Another realization - The main reason, I think, that women (or men) are attracted to married men (or women) is fear. Fear of something acutally happening. If they're married you don't have to worry about that - at least in theory. It's 'I want to be close to that person but yet I don't because I don't want to get hurt or face rejection'.
Anyway enough rambling.
Oh by the way - Hilary is running - Ha! I love it.
It's messed up that we work so hard and spend quite a bit of our paychecks on Mortgage/Rent but most people hardly spend anytime at home. It's the American way - spend money on shit we don't use/wear. Of course we NEED housing so that's where we get fucked.
Another realization - The main reason, I think, that women (or men) are attracted to married men (or women) is fear. Fear of something acutally happening. If they're married you don't have to worry about that - at least in theory. It's 'I want to be close to that person but yet I don't because I don't want to get hurt or face rejection'.
Anyway enough rambling.
Oh by the way - Hilary is running - Ha! I love it.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Size does matter
Really, it does.
First, to clarify, I don't sleep around. A specific incident happened that completely made me come (no pun intended) to the realization that Size really does matter.
An ex-boyfriend, now friend for approximately 12 years, and I were hanging out. Because I've known him for so long and because I truly do care for him we feel comfortable with each other. Well, hm hm....stuff happened (not a lot-I'll explain that later) enough for me to be like "Damn! I don't remember it being that small!!!!" Of course I didn't say that out loud, I was thinking it though. From that moment on, L and I have been more intimate and I've actually appreciated it more. Maybe it's a little too much info, but hey I'm blogging, he's actually a very good lover.
Now, I didn't sleep with this friend of mine cause well, shall I say, I was a little turned off, a little shocked if you will. So, maybe size doesn't matter in the red zone, but hey in order to get there you gotta have the ball, right?
I guess I'm not completely attracted to the friend in the first place so that may have played a bigger role in the whole thing. Who knows. Am I wrong? Any thoughts? Besides my sins (don't hate), any thoughts?
First, to clarify, I don't sleep around. A specific incident happened that completely made me come (no pun intended) to the realization that Size really does matter.
An ex-boyfriend, now friend for approximately 12 years, and I were hanging out. Because I've known him for so long and because I truly do care for him we feel comfortable with each other. Well, hm hm....stuff happened (not a lot-I'll explain that later) enough for me to be like "Damn! I don't remember it being that small!!!!" Of course I didn't say that out loud, I was thinking it though. From that moment on, L and I have been more intimate and I've actually appreciated it more. Maybe it's a little too much info, but hey I'm blogging, he's actually a very good lover.
Now, I didn't sleep with this friend of mine cause well, shall I say, I was a little turned off, a little shocked if you will. So, maybe size doesn't matter in the red zone, but hey in order to get there you gotta have the ball, right?
I guess I'm not completely attracted to the friend in the first place so that may have played a bigger role in the whole thing. Who knows. Am I wrong? Any thoughts? Besides my sins (don't hate), any thoughts?
Thursday, December 28, 2006
The light at the end of the tunnel
I hope.
I went to county today to get help with rent/mortgage. I hope they help me. Not sure though. It's not like I live off of the government or anything. I ask for help once in a great while when I really need it. I have to have at least 50% of my disposable income going toward necessitites (house, elec, heat, food, gas to get to work-that's about it) Here's the kicker, I have to have SPENT over half my income on these things in order to get help. Okay, if I was spending over half my income on rent, I wouldn't be behind now would I? It's the other dump shit I got myself into. Yes, I got myself into it so I should get myself out. I hear you loud and clear. It's just not that easy. No detail on this I'm just too tired and need to go to sleep.
On a brighter, not so brighter note - Yah!!!! Saddam is going down, finally! Also, John Edwards running for Dem Nomination in 2008 - I'm happy for that. I like that guy. He reminds me a lot of Clinton. I still hope Hilary makes a run for it, but if not at least I've got John.
I went to county today to get help with rent/mortgage. I hope they help me. Not sure though. It's not like I live off of the government or anything. I ask for help once in a great while when I really need it. I have to have at least 50% of my disposable income going toward necessitites (house, elec, heat, food, gas to get to work-that's about it) Here's the kicker, I have to have SPENT over half my income on these things in order to get help. Okay, if I was spending over half my income on rent, I wouldn't be behind now would I? It's the other dump shit I got myself into. Yes, I got myself into it so I should get myself out. I hear you loud and clear. It's just not that easy. No detail on this I'm just too tired and need to go to sleep.
On a brighter, not so brighter note - Yah!!!! Saddam is going down, finally! Also, John Edwards running for Dem Nomination in 2008 - I'm happy for that. I like that guy. He reminds me a lot of Clinton. I still hope Hilary makes a run for it, but if not at least I've got John.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Giving
Well since it's that time of year, I'm in a very giving mood. I wish I had the means to ease someone else's financial burden. It's strange how that works. I barely have a pot to piss in and I have this tremendous urge to give. I know it's a result of empathy, actually puting yourself in someone else's shoes. Shit we share those shoes.
I guess I've never been ultra greedy. I've had moments but in the end I really don't want handouts. I usually try to give something in return for good deeds done in my interest. I don't know how to explain it. It's not just in relation to money either. Sometimes I hear stories about children being hurt, abused, abandoned and I just get that motherly urge to go kick that sunnabitches ass-or to give the kid (s) a hug and tell them they don't deserve that.
Then I get all teary eyed and start thinking about my own kids. Do they know, do they feel, that I love them? Do they really know how much I do? If that were my child.... God, how can people do some of the stuff they do to other people? I'm so sick of hearing about the fricken creeps in the world. Seriously, all child molesters and murderers should be fucking shot, after being castrated with no fucking pain medication. Fuck this lethal injection shit. I say torture those bastards.
Anyway enough ranting, I just get so angry when I think about all the kids out there right now that are suffering. I know I don't have a lot, but damn, I got love in my heart for my family and friends. If I were to die right now, I would be at peace with my life and how it played out. No regrets. Yes, corny, I know.
Hope everyone has a nice Christmas and New Year. And if you don't celebrate these holidays, well, too damn bad, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!! anyway. There take that.
I guess I've never been ultra greedy. I've had moments but in the end I really don't want handouts. I usually try to give something in return for good deeds done in my interest. I don't know how to explain it. It's not just in relation to money either. Sometimes I hear stories about children being hurt, abused, abandoned and I just get that motherly urge to go kick that sunnabitches ass-or to give the kid (s) a hug and tell them they don't deserve that.
Then I get all teary eyed and start thinking about my own kids. Do they know, do they feel, that I love them? Do they really know how much I do? If that were my child.... God, how can people do some of the stuff they do to other people? I'm so sick of hearing about the fricken creeps in the world. Seriously, all child molesters and murderers should be fucking shot, after being castrated with no fucking pain medication. Fuck this lethal injection shit. I say torture those bastards.
Anyway enough ranting, I just get so angry when I think about all the kids out there right now that are suffering. I know I don't have a lot, but damn, I got love in my heart for my family and friends. If I were to die right now, I would be at peace with my life and how it played out. No regrets. Yes, corny, I know.
Hope everyone has a nice Christmas and New Year. And if you don't celebrate these holidays, well, too damn bad, Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!! anyway. There take that.
Monday, December 18, 2006
quotes
Take our politicians: they're a bunch of yo-yos. The presidency is now a cross between a popularity contest and a high school debate, with an encyclopedia of cliches the first prize.
Saul Bellow
Politics: A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.
Ambrose Bierce
Democracy is being allowed to vote for the candidate you dislike least.
Robert Byrne
If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.
Emma Goldman
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
George MacDonald
In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man; if you want anything done, ask a woman.
Margaret Thatcher
The United States brags about its political system, but the President says one thing during the election, something else when he takes office, something else at midterm and something else when he leaves.
Deng Xiaoping
Saul Bellow
Politics: A strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles. The conduct of public affairs for private advantage.
Ambrose Bierce
Democracy is being allowed to vote for the candidate you dislike least.
Robert Byrne
If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.
Emma Goldman
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
George MacDonald
In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man; if you want anything done, ask a woman.
Margaret Thatcher
The United States brags about its political system, but the President says one thing during the election, something else when he takes office, something else at midterm and something else when he leaves.
Deng Xiaoping
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
football
FINALLY! I won the football pool at work last week and the week prior. At least I got my money back plus an extra $5. What a relief.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Ah
I just made and ate the best spaghetti ever. Made some garlic cheese bread - nummy. Now I'm full.
I have to work tomorrow which is great. I love working, I can't help it. I realized that fact today at none other than work. I love getting up at 4:30 in the morning. I love feeling like I accomplished a lot by 9am. I'm an addict by nature. I'm addicted to lots of stuff, some harmless and of course others not so great. I'm thankful I knew better when I was younger not to try the hard drugs. Life could have been so much worse for me. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be an addict. I would be a social drinker, capable of having a few and walking away. Oh to dream. I don't want to drink for the drink. I want to drink for mind altering purposes. I'm happy, just bored. Mind alteration can do wonders for the psyche. I think differently when I'm drinking. It's fun to think differently. It's fun to feel confident even though I'm at my worst. I've been thinking about getting high lately too. Damn it if I can't drink, I should get high. Of course the angel on my right shoulder tells me (not literally) to "Stop thinking that way you dumbass, of course you can't do that." Then the devil (again, not literally) tells me "just once - that's not your problem, never was, never will be." Of course I like what the devil tells me in this one instance. So I'm at a crossroad. Again, same thing as alcohol, I hate the actual act of getting high, I just want to be high. I want to feel calm, cool, and collect. Oh yeah, I wanna laugh my ass off at just about anything too. It could be overrated. I never got high without drinking. Hm. It could be I wouldn't like it without alcohol. I may never know. Ok I will never know. I just feel better talking about it. I don't have any now, don't have plans to get any so chill out. All is right in the Johnson household, well right for us.
I have a dysfuntional household:
Mommy works her ass off, Daddy doesn't. The children live with Mommy, who mostly hates Daddy. Mommy and Daddy are kind of together - if you ask Daddy, he says they are. If you ask Mommy, well, it all depends on how he's treating her. They don't live together, used to. They don't want to live together, can't stand each other. Daddy wants to get married, Mommy really doesn't want to get married, she just wants more money. She feels she deserves more from him after those first 7 years of hell. He'll never be able to repay his debt to her. They still sleep together and both seem to enjoy it. Go figure.
How's that for fucked up?
Finances still suck. I'm still working on getting back to where I want to be. It's bound to happen as I know everything gets better. It just does.
Larry's being decent lately. That also will change soon. Lucky streaks have to end I guess. Speaking of change, check it -
From my meditations book: "Each Day a New Beginning" By Karen Casey
December 9, 2006
Life is a process, one that is continuously changing. And with each change we are offered unexpected opportunities for growth. Change is what fosters our development as women. It encourages us to risk new behavior and may even result in some mistakes. Fortunately, no mistakes can seriously hinder us. In fact most mistakes give us an additional opportunity to learn.
Where we stand today is far removed from our position last year, or even last week. Each and every moment offers us new input that influences any decision from this moment forward. The process that we're participating in guarantees our growth as long as we reamain conscious of our opportunities and willingly respond to them. We can be glad that the life process is, in fact, never static, always moving, always inviting us to participate fully.
I have to work tomorrow which is great. I love working, I can't help it. I realized that fact today at none other than work. I love getting up at 4:30 in the morning. I love feeling like I accomplished a lot by 9am. I'm an addict by nature. I'm addicted to lots of stuff, some harmless and of course others not so great. I'm thankful I knew better when I was younger not to try the hard drugs. Life could have been so much worse for me. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be an addict. I would be a social drinker, capable of having a few and walking away. Oh to dream. I don't want to drink for the drink. I want to drink for mind altering purposes. I'm happy, just bored. Mind alteration can do wonders for the psyche. I think differently when I'm drinking. It's fun to think differently. It's fun to feel confident even though I'm at my worst. I've been thinking about getting high lately too. Damn it if I can't drink, I should get high. Of course the angel on my right shoulder tells me (not literally) to "Stop thinking that way you dumbass, of course you can't do that." Then the devil (again, not literally) tells me "just once - that's not your problem, never was, never will be." Of course I like what the devil tells me in this one instance. So I'm at a crossroad. Again, same thing as alcohol, I hate the actual act of getting high, I just want to be high. I want to feel calm, cool, and collect. Oh yeah, I wanna laugh my ass off at just about anything too. It could be overrated. I never got high without drinking. Hm. It could be I wouldn't like it without alcohol. I may never know. Ok I will never know. I just feel better talking about it. I don't have any now, don't have plans to get any so chill out. All is right in the Johnson household, well right for us.
I have a dysfuntional household:
Mommy works her ass off, Daddy doesn't. The children live with Mommy, who mostly hates Daddy. Mommy and Daddy are kind of together - if you ask Daddy, he says they are. If you ask Mommy, well, it all depends on how he's treating her. They don't live together, used to. They don't want to live together, can't stand each other. Daddy wants to get married, Mommy really doesn't want to get married, she just wants more money. She feels she deserves more from him after those first 7 years of hell. He'll never be able to repay his debt to her. They still sleep together and both seem to enjoy it. Go figure.
How's that for fucked up?
Finances still suck. I'm still working on getting back to where I want to be. It's bound to happen as I know everything gets better. It just does.
Larry's being decent lately. That also will change soon. Lucky streaks have to end I guess. Speaking of change, check it -
From my meditations book: "Each Day a New Beginning" By Karen Casey
December 9, 2006
Life is a process, one that is continuously changing. And with each change we are offered unexpected opportunities for growth. Change is what fosters our development as women. It encourages us to risk new behavior and may even result in some mistakes. Fortunately, no mistakes can seriously hinder us. In fact most mistakes give us an additional opportunity to learn.
Where we stand today is far removed from our position last year, or even last week. Each and every moment offers us new input that influences any decision from this moment forward. The process that we're participating in guarantees our growth as long as we reamain conscious of our opportunities and willingly respond to them. We can be glad that the life process is, in fact, never static, always moving, always inviting us to participate fully.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
I love my job........but...........
Some days just suck. Yesterday and especially today are two - right in a fricken row.
Yesterday, I was just so busy I didn't have time to breathe. I felt like I worked my ass off but didn't get anything accomplished.
Today was better as far as the workload is concerned but on a personal communication level it sucked. Someone was talked to and then afterward they were mad at me. I had no clue why. I've never said anything bad about that person at all. Ever. Seriously - nothing. I like her. What the F*** I'm thinking to myself. Now why they'd have to go say that and now it's like my fault or something. I didn't even know what the hell was going on until I asked someone else (my other kinda supervisor) "What the hell is going on". I used those words to as I laughed of course. She couldn't tell me any details, of course. Although my name and reputation with the people I work with are being drug through elephant dung, I can't know the details. WTF!~!!! It's just wrong. I told the pseudo supervisor that. I should at least know what is happening before the shit hits the fan. It's true, the shit doesn't spread evenly.
I'm kinda mad at that girl too. Grow up. If I'm demoted, and I kinda have been, I'm not gonna blame anyone else. I blame myself and wonder if there's something I can do to improve. Also if having things changed around a little helps everyone get more done, than that's good right? I guess I would be mad too, but not at the person sitting next to me cause she happens to work with certain people and take orders from certain people just like she does. Shit, if my name got brought up, too damn sorry, I wasn't there, ask me about it or get the F*** over it. Ya know?! Just frustrated.
I don't get paid to make friends I guess. I have plenty to do to keep me occupied.
That's about it.
And another pet peeve - DRIVERS WHO GET ON OTHER DRIVER'S ASSES - FUCKIN STOP IT DAMN IT!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A 100 CAR PILE UP CAUSE YOU CAN'T FUCKING RESPECT OTHER PEOPLES SPACE!!!!!! FO REAL THO!!!!!!
Yesterday, I was just so busy I didn't have time to breathe. I felt like I worked my ass off but didn't get anything accomplished.
Today was better as far as the workload is concerned but on a personal communication level it sucked. Someone was talked to and then afterward they were mad at me. I had no clue why. I've never said anything bad about that person at all. Ever. Seriously - nothing. I like her. What the F*** I'm thinking to myself. Now why they'd have to go say that and now it's like my fault or something. I didn't even know what the hell was going on until I asked someone else (my other kinda supervisor) "What the hell is going on". I used those words to as I laughed of course. She couldn't tell me any details, of course. Although my name and reputation with the people I work with are being drug through elephant dung, I can't know the details. WTF!~!!! It's just wrong. I told the pseudo supervisor that. I should at least know what is happening before the shit hits the fan. It's true, the shit doesn't spread evenly.
I'm kinda mad at that girl too. Grow up. If I'm demoted, and I kinda have been, I'm not gonna blame anyone else. I blame myself and wonder if there's something I can do to improve. Also if having things changed around a little helps everyone get more done, than that's good right? I guess I would be mad too, but not at the person sitting next to me cause she happens to work with certain people and take orders from certain people just like she does. Shit, if my name got brought up, too damn sorry, I wasn't there, ask me about it or get the F*** over it. Ya know?! Just frustrated.
I don't get paid to make friends I guess. I have plenty to do to keep me occupied.
That's about it.
And another pet peeve - DRIVERS WHO GET ON OTHER DRIVER'S ASSES - FUCKIN STOP IT DAMN IT!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A 100 CAR PILE UP CAUSE YOU CAN'T FUCKING RESPECT OTHER PEOPLES SPACE!!!!!! FO REAL THO!!!!!!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
next lifetime
Okay, in my next lifetime, assuming there is one, I am NOT having kids. No way, no how. I will heed the warning so given by my parents and others who already had children.
I love my kids, you know that. I just want peace and quiet in my next life, that's all. I want to sip my sugar and cream with coffee while reading the paper. I want to hear the birds singing in the morning and patiently appreciate the glimpse of sun shining in. I want to read and watch tv uninterrupted whenever I want, not just after the kids' bedtime. I want to be, oh sorry I already am - I mean stay an alcoholic. I want to go out whenever, drink, and not worry about home, the kids, bills, or their well-being. Shit I don't want to worry about my well-being. I don't want to hear Mommy, Mommy, Mommy in my next lifetime. Oh and I want all my money to be my money!!!! No school lunches, no help the kids with homework etc...
Okay, this sounds bad. I want my kids. I love them dearly. If anything happened to them life would cease to exist for me.
Right now I'm just craving a little time with no noise, by myself. I just want to relax, stoned, in a dark room with candles flickering, listening to some of my favorite tunes, a beer in my hand and more in the fridge, ice cold. Did I mention two words: by myself? You get the picture.
Yes, I know I'm bitching. What the hell is this thing blog for anyway? Isn't every conversation with everyone a bitch session...really? Think about it. There is always complaining. We're human. Selfish humans with nothing else on the brain but ourselves and what's good for us. If we didn't complain, we'd have nothing to talk about, laugh about, cry about etc.... It's the strive to do and be better that drives us to complain, bitch, if you will. Of course there's a limit. It's important how we complain also. Throwing a little humor in there helps. I'm not particularly funny, but I do like to laugh about the shit in my wheaties (thanks for that once whackly - still one of my favorites) once in a while. {A little better than horseshit - I use that one a lot.}
I'm rambling. It eases anxiety.
Lesson for today: DON'T HAVE KIDS, DRINK AND GET HIGH OFTEN, AND BITCH YOUR WAY TO A BETTER LIFE
ok now I'm done.
I love my kids, you know that. I just want peace and quiet in my next life, that's all. I want to sip my sugar and cream with coffee while reading the paper. I want to hear the birds singing in the morning and patiently appreciate the glimpse of sun shining in. I want to read and watch tv uninterrupted whenever I want, not just after the kids' bedtime. I want to be, oh sorry I already am - I mean stay an alcoholic. I want to go out whenever, drink, and not worry about home, the kids, bills, or their well-being. Shit I don't want to worry about my well-being. I don't want to hear Mommy, Mommy, Mommy in my next lifetime. Oh and I want all my money to be my money!!!! No school lunches, no help the kids with homework etc...
Okay, this sounds bad. I want my kids. I love them dearly. If anything happened to them life would cease to exist for me.
Right now I'm just craving a little time with no noise, by myself. I just want to relax, stoned, in a dark room with candles flickering, listening to some of my favorite tunes, a beer in my hand and more in the fridge, ice cold. Did I mention two words: by myself? You get the picture.
Yes, I know I'm bitching. What the hell is this thing blog for anyway? Isn't every conversation with everyone a bitch session...really? Think about it. There is always complaining. We're human. Selfish humans with nothing else on the brain but ourselves and what's good for us. If we didn't complain, we'd have nothing to talk about, laugh about, cry about etc.... It's the strive to do and be better that drives us to complain, bitch, if you will. Of course there's a limit. It's important how we complain also. Throwing a little humor in there helps. I'm not particularly funny, but I do like to laugh about the shit in my wheaties (thanks for that once whackly - still one of my favorites) once in a while. {A little better than horseshit - I use that one a lot.}
I'm rambling. It eases anxiety.
Lesson for today: DON'T HAVE KIDS, DRINK AND GET HIGH OFTEN, AND BITCH YOUR WAY TO A BETTER LIFE
ok now I'm done.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
bored
Once again I find myself with plenty to do, I just don't want to do any of it.
I have replaced alcohol with sleeping. It's not quite as fun as alcohol but it's just a different means to the same end - escape. I really don't want to sleep my life away. As I have been reminded recently that life really isn't that bad compared to other's. It is true. I do love living. I'm just not that good at it.
So we got through the Ipod shuffle incident. Larry went to the kids' school on Mon. morning last week and the principal found the ipod in my son's locker. I knew it had to be either here somewhere hidden or with one of my kids. I knew those other kids didn't take it. I told Larry but he just didn't believe me. He never does and then turns around and says "I should have listened to you." What the hell, after 11 1/2 years you think he'd figure that out by now, but of course, just like a man, he hasn't. Anyway now that we've successfully discovered the culprit, I can get on with other stuff.
I think I'm going to start my kids and probably myself with counseling of some sort. I went through my self exploration at treatment. I got to take time to really find out what I wanted in life and to think about life in a different way. Unfortunately, I didn't consider the kids and what they possibly were feeling. I've noticed them acting out a lot more just in the past few months. Maybe they need to talk to someone about stuff, ya know? If y'all know of any kids' shrinks let me know. I would never let them put the kids on medication though, I really don't believe in that crap. They're so little I don't see how any medication could be okay for them.
Another thing I am determined to do is to clean out my kids' rooms and take everything away. Start fresh, not toys, no games, nothing fun until they can learn to respect me and their father. Larry and I also need to work on that some more. Larry more than myself I have to say. I can be somewhat calm when talking to the kids/trying to explain stuff.
Well, Larry and I should be getting M'd the beginning of Dec. After that my income should increase considerably. I will be able to get back to school and finally finish. Since I'm so close I want to get my bachelor's degree in Bus Mgmt - HR focus. Them go on to get my accounting degree. I figured I should do that considering what my daily job consist of. It will make me a better employee. Of course I'll have many other options having those degrees. I can see how being mega rich could be a pain in the ass with people coming out of the woodwork. I just want to be comfortable. That's my goal. I've noticed that never seems to happen though. I'm always getting myself into a jam.
Baby steps I guess. We'll see how the next 6 mos. turn out and adjust the plan accordingly. It's like a football (or any sport) game. If the calls you're making aren't working, you adjust. I'm getting my ass kicked so far.
I have replaced alcohol with sleeping. It's not quite as fun as alcohol but it's just a different means to the same end - escape. I really don't want to sleep my life away. As I have been reminded recently that life really isn't that bad compared to other's. It is true. I do love living. I'm just not that good at it.
So we got through the Ipod shuffle incident. Larry went to the kids' school on Mon. morning last week and the principal found the ipod in my son's locker. I knew it had to be either here somewhere hidden or with one of my kids. I knew those other kids didn't take it. I told Larry but he just didn't believe me. He never does and then turns around and says "I should have listened to you." What the hell, after 11 1/2 years you think he'd figure that out by now, but of course, just like a man, he hasn't. Anyway now that we've successfully discovered the culprit, I can get on with other stuff.
I think I'm going to start my kids and probably myself with counseling of some sort. I went through my self exploration at treatment. I got to take time to really find out what I wanted in life and to think about life in a different way. Unfortunately, I didn't consider the kids and what they possibly were feeling. I've noticed them acting out a lot more just in the past few months. Maybe they need to talk to someone about stuff, ya know? If y'all know of any kids' shrinks let me know. I would never let them put the kids on medication though, I really don't believe in that crap. They're so little I don't see how any medication could be okay for them.
Another thing I am determined to do is to clean out my kids' rooms and take everything away. Start fresh, not toys, no games, nothing fun until they can learn to respect me and their father. Larry and I also need to work on that some more. Larry more than myself I have to say. I can be somewhat calm when talking to the kids/trying to explain stuff.
Well, Larry and I should be getting M'd the beginning of Dec. After that my income should increase considerably. I will be able to get back to school and finally finish. Since I'm so close I want to get my bachelor's degree in Bus Mgmt - HR focus. Them go on to get my accounting degree. I figured I should do that considering what my daily job consist of. It will make me a better employee. Of course I'll have many other options having those degrees. I can see how being mega rich could be a pain in the ass with people coming out of the woodwork. I just want to be comfortable. That's my goal. I've noticed that never seems to happen though. I'm always getting myself into a jam.
Baby steps I guess. We'll see how the next 6 mos. turn out and adjust the plan accordingly. It's like a football (or any sport) game. If the calls you're making aren't working, you adjust. I'm getting my ass kicked so far.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
shit, shit, shit
I'm hating right now. I hate those rich fuckers who never have to worry about money; how the bills get paid.
Anyway, yeah money issues still the same. I think I'm going to go through with the M thing. It's a business transaction. Plain and simple. A necessary evil, if you will. It wouldn't be a real marriage, ya know. Just a means to an end.
I read last night that Gerlad Levert died. He is by all-time favorite singer. Damn. What a waste of good talent. I loved his voice; could pick it out anywhere. And to boot, he was only 40 yrs old. RIP G, RIP.
I'm having a jewelry party on 11/21 - I have my guest list pretty much ready. I hope people will be there. It sucks to invite people and no one shows. It's downright embarrassing. My son had a birthday party a couple years ago, he invited about 6 kids, and only one showed up. I felt so bad for him, I actually cried. At least if no one shows, I'm an adult, I can say fuck off and mean it.
Anyway, that's all for now. Oh, a lotta shit going on with L. - lost his ipod shuffle @ my house, it's no where to be found, he thinks one of the 4 kids (2 of our own and 2 friends' kids) stole it. I'm not so sure. I think he misplaced it. Misplaced it where? That is the question. It really is no where to be found. I looked everywhere. Anyway I hope it shows up soon. I can't take the ranting and raving from him about it. SHUT UP ALREADY LARRY - I'm working on it - double ck to make sure the kids didn't take it. Blah, blah, blah you say. I know. I kinda feel that way writing this.
I know I'm obsessive compulsive with everything. I'm admitting that. I'm not a stalker but I can't stop thinking about this guy I like. I hate this. Why can't I just be a normal person, ya know? Drink when I want to - stop when I want to. Ya know stuff like that. Anyway that's really all this time.
Later
J.
Anyway, yeah money issues still the same. I think I'm going to go through with the M thing. It's a business transaction. Plain and simple. A necessary evil, if you will. It wouldn't be a real marriage, ya know. Just a means to an end.
I read last night that Gerlad Levert died. He is by all-time favorite singer. Damn. What a waste of good talent. I loved his voice; could pick it out anywhere. And to boot, he was only 40 yrs old. RIP G, RIP.
I'm having a jewelry party on 11/21 - I have my guest list pretty much ready. I hope people will be there. It sucks to invite people and no one shows. It's downright embarrassing. My son had a birthday party a couple years ago, he invited about 6 kids, and only one showed up. I felt so bad for him, I actually cried. At least if no one shows, I'm an adult, I can say fuck off and mean it.
Anyway, that's all for now. Oh, a lotta shit going on with L. - lost his ipod shuffle @ my house, it's no where to be found, he thinks one of the 4 kids (2 of our own and 2 friends' kids) stole it. I'm not so sure. I think he misplaced it. Misplaced it where? That is the question. It really is no where to be found. I looked everywhere. Anyway I hope it shows up soon. I can't take the ranting and raving from him about it. SHUT UP ALREADY LARRY - I'm working on it - double ck to make sure the kids didn't take it. Blah, blah, blah you say. I know. I kinda feel that way writing this.
I know I'm obsessive compulsive with everything. I'm admitting that. I'm not a stalker but I can't stop thinking about this guy I like. I hate this. Why can't I just be a normal person, ya know? Drink when I want to - stop when I want to. Ya know stuff like that. Anyway that's really all this time.
Later
J.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Desperation
So, I'm acutally considering Marrying dipshit, L. I'll tell you why. If we get married that means I would get paid more monthly as part of his disability - without affecting his paycheck. Not just a little, a large amount.
Now I know what some of you are thinking, W.T.F ARE YOU DOING, JAMIE!!! I ask that myself a lot. It doesn't change the fact that I'm financially drowning without any way out. I can't do any more overtime at work. I can't work more at the part-time job until I pay my boss back for the loan from her. So I'm fucked. I have never been this close to losing my house, ever - even in my alcoholic days. This really makes me want to drink, ya know? One of the main reasons I don't drink is money troubles. Well, I have them anyway so what the hell. I just want to get caught up so I don't have to rob from Peter to pay Paul one week and then from Paul to pay Peter. That's the only way I can see the light. It would only be for a few years probably, or until I meet someone who understands me and my situation and who can deal with it. Who am I kidding, no man could deal with my situation. Ok so that's probably the problem with me. Damn it. At least I'm honest with people. I already told dipshit what we would be marrying for. He knows. My friend thinks I'm crazy cause she has found her FAITH and has this idea that marriage is somehow sacred. Screw that bullshit. You gotta do what you gotta do. I don't think marriage is the end all to be all. Americans fucked up what marriage is supposed to be anyway so don't point the finger. To each his own. I don't believe (totally) in the sanctity of marriage. It would take a hellofa man to change that about me. Also I would never change my last name. That's a deal breaker. My family name is as important to me as any man's is. I keep my last name, period, no discussion. Oh another thing, if we get married (I have told him) he doesn't own me any more than he does right now. He loved that comment.
Anyway, I'm sure this isn't what anyone who knows me was expecting. What can I say. Maybe I've lost my damn mind. I gotta go find it - maybe I'll get a new one.
Later
J.
Now I know what some of you are thinking, W.T.F ARE YOU DOING, JAMIE!!! I ask that myself a lot. It doesn't change the fact that I'm financially drowning without any way out. I can't do any more overtime at work. I can't work more at the part-time job until I pay my boss back for the loan from her. So I'm fucked. I have never been this close to losing my house, ever - even in my alcoholic days. This really makes me want to drink, ya know? One of the main reasons I don't drink is money troubles. Well, I have them anyway so what the hell. I just want to get caught up so I don't have to rob from Peter to pay Paul one week and then from Paul to pay Peter. That's the only way I can see the light. It would only be for a few years probably, or until I meet someone who understands me and my situation and who can deal with it. Who am I kidding, no man could deal with my situation. Ok so that's probably the problem with me. Damn it. At least I'm honest with people. I already told dipshit what we would be marrying for. He knows. My friend thinks I'm crazy cause she has found her FAITH and has this idea that marriage is somehow sacred. Screw that bullshit. You gotta do what you gotta do. I don't think marriage is the end all to be all. Americans fucked up what marriage is supposed to be anyway so don't point the finger. To each his own. I don't believe (totally) in the sanctity of marriage. It would take a hellofa man to change that about me. Also I would never change my last name. That's a deal breaker. My family name is as important to me as any man's is. I keep my last name, period, no discussion. Oh another thing, if we get married (I have told him) he doesn't own me any more than he does right now. He loved that comment.
Anyway, I'm sure this isn't what anyone who knows me was expecting. What can I say. Maybe I've lost my damn mind. I gotta go find it - maybe I'll get a new one.
Later
J.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sen. Kerry's comments
My response:
I believe that Kerry's remarks were taken somewhat out of context. I don't think his intention was to bash the troops. His intention was to take a hit at the President. Ever hit and miss? We all do it from time to time, Republicans, Democrats, Independents alike. He's not denying he said it. He should apologize to those soldiers he has offended. With that said it has long been a fact that the men and women from a more modest background who enter the armed forces far outweigh the rich and over-privileged that join. Do you see sons and daughters of the rich and powerful joining the military? As a general rule you do not. Also many men and women who join the forces do it for the purpose of financing an education. They are not well educated, yet. Most go straight out of high school in hopes of securing their future. Lastly, I think people ought not take everything that comes out of a politicians mouth literally. Empathy goes a long way in diplomacy. Grow up America.
And just for the record, I have more respect and admiration for the 'uneducated' soldier than I do ANY politician.
I believe that Kerry's remarks were taken somewhat out of context. I don't think his intention was to bash the troops. His intention was to take a hit at the President. Ever hit and miss? We all do it from time to time, Republicans, Democrats, Independents alike. He's not denying he said it. He should apologize to those soldiers he has offended. With that said it has long been a fact that the men and women from a more modest background who enter the armed forces far outweigh the rich and over-privileged that join. Do you see sons and daughters of the rich and powerful joining the military? As a general rule you do not. Also many men and women who join the forces do it for the purpose of financing an education. They are not well educated, yet. Most go straight out of high school in hopes of securing their future. Lastly, I think people ought not take everything that comes out of a politicians mouth literally. Empathy goes a long way in diplomacy. Grow up America.
And just for the record, I have more respect and admiration for the 'uneducated' soldier than I do ANY politician.
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