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A little bit silly, a little bit strange, usually worth a giggle, or at the very least a smile. Everyone is welcome at Mother's, except stupid people, if you are stupid please go away now.
Mother Loves everyone, unconditionally. Mother HAS to love everyone unconditionally, because she really doesn’t like people. So if She didn’t Love you unconditionally She wouldn’t like any of you at all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.comBlogger350125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-23284412558824510802014-04-06T15:11:00.002-07:002014-04-06T15:11:16.005-07:00The Return of Mother ...<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Hello There Lovely Internet People! <span style="font-size: large;">Wow, its been a whi<span style="font-size: large;">le since I <span style="font-size: large;">last </span>wandered over here hasn't it? Sorry about that. Mother has been going through some extre<span style="font-size: large;">me<span style="font-size: large;">l</span>y intense anti-social<span style="font-size: large;">ness lately and I figured it was probably best for everyone if she kept her big mouth shut until she got past all of that shit.</span></span></span></span> Not sure if I am completely past it yet, but for t<span style="font-size: large;">he most part it has subsided to a <span style="font-size: large;">manageable</span> level, I think.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am still working towards making <span style="font-size: large;">more videos for YouTube, but I am afraid they will proba<span style="font-size: large;">bl<span style="font-size: large;">y</span> be almost as random as these Blog Posts have been. Right now I am really leaning towards making more artsy cra<span style="font-size: large;">ftsy type videos rather than the political and <span style="font-size: large;">social</span> rants, mostly because I just don't want to deal with stupid people on YouT<span style="font-size: large;">ub<span style="font-size: large;">e. I don't have the patience for it. I might do a few more of the picture compilation type rants <span style="font-size: large;">like the first two videos that I made, but they are more work than I really want to put into this, so they won't happen very often.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ok<span style="font-size: large;">ay, so what was Mother doing while she was hiding away from the world? <span style="font-size: large;">Well, I mentioned last Fall that I had come to the realization that, after making 50 freaking quilts for my family and friends, I don't particularly like quilting. I <span style="font-size: large;">mean, I do like parts of it, but the actual quilting thing, that I could <span style="font-size: large;">definitely</span> live without. So I set off in search of a new hobby, one that would allow me to combine all of my other hobbies into <span style="font-size: large;">a single all consuming obsession. And I found it! Its called Mixed <span style="font-size: large;">M</span>edi<span style="font-size: large;">a</span> <span style="font-size: large;">A</span>rt, an<span style="font-size: large;">d <span style="font-size: large;">I swear whoever came up with the concept must have had lived inside my head at some point. Of course, even though this is a hobby that technically combines all of my other hobbies into it, it turns out that there are a wh<span style="font-size: large;">ole host of supplies required that I did not already have. To be honest, I had most of it, but there <span style="font-size: large;">were several new tools and supplies that I <span style="font-size: large;">found I just could not live witho<span style="font-size: large;">ut. Surprise! Hahahahahahaha. Not.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Over the <span style="font-size: large;">last several weeks I have tried my hand at book <span style="font-size: large;">making (that was a semi-failed attempt), box making (still in progress, but looking promising), hat making (<span style="font-size: large;">that was a </span>major success <span style="font-size: large;">if I do say so myself <span style="font-size: large;">- see the pictures below</span>)</span>, flower making (more fun than I really should be allowed to have), <span style="font-size: large;">hand </span>carving "rubber" stamps (using both pink erasers and actual stamp carving materials), <span style="font-size: large;">bowl making and basket weaving (extremely fun but very messy, at least the way I did it was very messy), along with <span style="font-size: large;">painting and <span style="font-size: large;">mono printing <span style="font-size: large;">dozens upon dozens of</span></span> papers and several stilted attempts at Art Journaling (which is turning out to be the most diffi<span style="font-size: large;">cult thing I have ever attempted, even though it is supposed to be among the easiest), <span style="font-size: large;">as well as spending a few hundred hours trying to figure out the soft<span style="font-size: large;">ware for my Cricut machine (which I <span style="font-size: large;">still have not <span style="font-size: large;">conquered</span>)</span></span></span></span></span>.</span></span></span> So, yeah, I have been keeping kinda busy. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And whilst doing all of that creative type stuff I have been compulsively binging on YouTube videos. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>I have pretty much given up on Facebook, all it does is piss me off. I try to post something on Mother's page almost everyday<span style="font-size: large;">, but I have really lo<span style="font-size: large;">st my <span style="font-size: large;">enthusiasm</span> for it. Even Twitter got old really fast, still not sure why, but I just didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I should have.</span></span> But being a home-bound <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">agoraphobic</span> with no social support system of my own I kinda need <span style="font-size: large;">some sort of connection with the outside world, no matter how far removed it might be. You<span style="font-size: large;">Tube seems to b<span style="font-size: large;">e filling that need for me no<span style="font-size: large;">w, and it is doing a far better job than Facebook or Twitter ever did. I have learned more stuff about more things in the last three<span style="font-size: large;"> months on <span style="font-size: large;">YouTube than I ever knew I didn't know.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span> And since learning is what I love most, YouTube has become my new home. I haven't found nearly as many channels to follow over there as I had Facebook <span style="font-size: large;">Pages to follow (300 YouTube <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">channels</span> compared to 5,000+ <span style="font-size: large;">Facebook Pages), but I do get to see everything that every channel posts as soon as they post it! And I can go back in time and see every single video they have posted since the day they joined YouTube. Nothing is hidden, or lost in<span style="font-size: large;"> time, I get to choose whe<span style="font-size: large;">the<span style="font-size: large;">r</span> I want to watch what someone posts or not, nobody makes that decision for me on YouTube. That is a very nice change of pace<span style="font-size: large;">. </span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think I told you all that I moved my creative work space int<span style="font-size: large;">o our little "<span style="font-size: large;">Bonus Room" just before I took my hiatus from <span style="font-size: large;">the outside world, and now, after several reorganizational attempts I finally have a workable space where I can get to most of the things I need to get to without hurting myself too severely in the process, and still have a<span style="font-size: large;">t least a small workspace left in which to create stuff</span>. And this morning I managed to set up my web cam so that it <span style="font-size: large;">looks directly down onto my work space so I <span style="font-size: large;">can </span>start filming stuff, just as soon as I decide to <span style="font-size: large;">quit freaking out about the <span style="font-size: large;">whole <span style="font-size: large;">idea of filming stuff. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am sure I have told you all before that I am not a people person. I don't have very many friends, I don't speak to most of my family, and as much as I Love everybody, I really don't like people very much most of the time. I don't like t<span style="font-size: large;">o</span> join groups, have never been part of club, and generally just keep to myself most of the time. It is safer that way. And honestly, it is more fun, I enjoy my own company immensely. But<span style="font-size: large;">, (there is always a "but" isn't there?) I do feel very <span style="font-size: large;">isolated</span> most of the time, and <span style="font-size: large;">occasionally</span> even a little bit lonely. Having the Facebook Pages, and this Blog, have opened up a new window on life for me and I do kinda enjoy the view (most of the time). <span style="font-size: large;">I am never going to be a hyper-friendly, outgoing, community oriented type person, that's just not me, but I would like to expand my horizons a little, and maybe even make a few more new friends. Okay, the truth is I <span style="font-size: large;">probably just want somebody to share my joy in my creations with that can appreciate it<span style="font-size: large;">. Its a little disheartening to spend a hundred hours on some art project only to have my husband say "That's very ni<span style="font-size: large;">ce Dear<span style="font-size: large;">" as he barely glances at it. <span style="font-size: large;">He tries to be supportive, but he just doesn'<span style="font-size: large;">t</span> get excited about it, like, ever. I am freakin' excited, and I want somebody to <span style="font-size: large;">share that excitement<span style="font-size: large;"> with m<span style="font-size: large;">e<span style="font-size: large;">, and since I don't have anybody else in my real life world to share it with, all I am left with is strangers on the internet. You all might as well make yourselves useful<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am not sure how much Blogging I will be doing in the near future, <span style="font-size: large;">if I can get my ass in gear on YouTube I will probably switch over to Vlogging at some point. Writing these posts <span style="font-size: large;">is getting harder and harder for me, I have already been at this one for over 4 hours! I just don't have that kind of time to spend typing, I need to make stuff! Of course I am probably going to have to spend some time on editing videos, but <span style="font-size: large;">I don't plan on making any major productions or anything, so hopefully that will be minimal.</span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, wish me luck, and maybe even let me know if you would have any interest in watching artsy craftsy type videos if I made them. Maybe if I knew somebody wanted to see them I might get around to getting them made a little sooner. Its worth a shot anyway. Until next time ... </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-9234455380488164012014-01-13T13:08:00.000-08:002014-01-13T13:08:01.126-08:00Personal Issues And Social Media<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello there Lovely Internet <span style="font-size: large;">P</span>eople! I hope everyone out there is having a pleasant day<span style="font-size: large;">, enjoying this wonderful world we all have to live in while you still have the chance. <span style="font-size: large;">I have been keeping bus<span style="font-size: large;">y converting files and learning software in an attempt to get started on my new project, and it is going far slower than I would have hoped, but I am getting there. I think.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">There has been a lot of buzz lately in my Social Media feeds about what people should, or should not, be sharing <span style="font-size: large;">o</span>n Social Media. </span></span></span>There was a woman who posted a live feed of her natural home birth on YouTube, and she got a lot of flack for that. Then th<span style="font-size: large;">ere are all the stories about people using Social Media to shame their children for bad behavior, and the responses to that get pretty heated on both sides. Today I saw a story about a woman who is fighting breast cancer and "Tweeting" the experience to her followers, and there are at least a couple of high-profile assholes who decided that she shouldn't do that, and even went on to suggest that she should just "di<span style="font-size: large;">e quietly and quickly".</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, as a person who shares entirely too much of her own personal struggles with the internet<span style="font-size: large;">, I suppose it should not come as any surprise what side of the fence I am on with this subject. But, it might. I don't share my stories and my struggles because I want sympathy or attention, I share them because I know I am NOT alone. There are other people out there who struggle with the same issues, or even completely different ones, who need to know they are NOT alone.</span> </span></span> As far as I am concerned any personal detail of your life that you are personally comfortable with sharing should be shared. If some one doesn't want to read about it, they sure don't have to, but it is there for those who do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Please note that I <span style="font-size: large;">was very specific in what I just said. I chose the words very careful, as I usually do. The key point here being "personal"<span style="font-size: large;">. There should n<span style="font-size: large;">ot be an arbitrary limit put upon what people can or cannot share of their OWN experiences, ever. <span style="font-size: large;">That being said, <span style="font-size: large;">publicly</span> shaming a child on Social Media is fucking BULLSHIT and wrong. I am not suggesting that it should be made illegal<span style="font-size: large;">, I am just suggesting that it is a fucked up way to raise a kid. Yes, children should be held accountable for their actions, in person. They should be taught to value themsel<span style="font-size: large;">ve<span style="font-size: large;">s</span> and others</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">P</span>ublicly humiliating them is not going to solve anything! Every time I see one of those pictures all I can think of <span style="font-size: large;">i</span>s, where is the picture shaming the parent for raising that kid<span style="font-size: large;">? If the parent posted a picture of the<span style="font-size: large;">ir </span>self, with a sign saying, "<span style="font-size: large;">My kid misbehaved and I am dealing with it like a responsible <span style="font-size: large;">parent" instead of posting the kid's picture, That would be awesome!</span></span> <span style="font-size: large;"></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I guess I have never understood the need to humiliate or <span style="font-size: large;">embarrass</span> children<span style="font-size: large;">, especially in public. Maybe because I received so much of that from my peers <span style="font-size: large;">and the authority figures in my life growing up, I developed an extreme sensitivity to it, I don't know. I just know I fucking hate that shit. <span style="font-size: large;">P</span>eople who take a picture of their three year old doing something absolutely normal for a child to do, and then talk about how they will be able <span style="font-size: large;">to use that photo<span style="font-size: large;"> against their child when they start dating. I don't understan<span style="font-size: large;">d that line of thinking, at all.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">So if you want to Tweet about that boil on your ass? F<span style="font-size: large;">ucking go for it. You want to Instagram your dinner menu, or your latest bowel movement? <span style="font-size: large;">Just do it. Think you want to <span style="font-size: large;">Live Stream your nervous breakdown? Why the hell not?! Its your life, you decide what you want to share, and I can decide wh<span style="font-size: large;">ether or not I want to <span style="font-size: large;">pa<span style="font-size: large;">y attention. Seems pretty fucking simple too me. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am seriously tired of other people trying to limit my choices of how to spend my time just because they don't want to spend the<span style="font-size: large;">ir time in the same way.</span></span></span></span> If you don't want to watch the vi<span style="font-size: large;">deo or read the tweet, you have that option, but quit fucking assuming that just <span style="font-size: large;">because</span> you don't want to see it that no one else does! That is stupid.</span></span></span> </span>And<span style="font-size: large;">, on the off chance that you have a job that requires you to be an attention seeking whore, perhaps you should try to turn on just one brain <span style="font-size: large;">cell before you go putting other people <span style="font-size: large;">down because</span> they are "just looking for attention".</span></span> W<span style="font-size: large;">h<span style="font-size: large;">y</span> in the hell is that okay for you but not for anyone else? Everybody NEEDS some damn attention to survive, quit acting like that is a bad thing!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-65718631225502347232014-01-05T14:41:00.002-08:002014-01-05T14:41:44.762-08:00Making Light of Mental Illness<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! Long time no see! I am afraid I have been so wrapped up in my own head again lately that I haven't been able to get in here and write anything interesting for all of you to read. Hopefully I am finally beginning the long climb out of my own head so that I can start getting back into other peoples heads again. Having an emotional and psychological meltdown on the internet is probably not the way most people would have addressed it, but you learn to work with what you have<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was reading an article yesterday, (I think it was in the Huffington Post but I can't find it now to link it for you) about how people who are diagnosed with mental illnesses don't like the idea of other people co-opting their illnesses for petty issues. They claimed that a movie star who says she must be bi-polar because she can't decide what color her hair should be is seen as demeaning to those who actually suffer with bi-polar disorder. While I understand that trivializing other peoples suffering is an awful thing to do, I am not going to stop trivializing my own because that is how I have learned to cope with them, and it works for me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I think it far too important to bring mental health issues and illnesses into the light of day so I can't keep mine to myself. Now, granted, not all of my issues have an "official" diagnosis from a "trained professional", but that is due to a lack of access to those "trained professionals", it does not make the issues any less real or my struggles any less valid. I make light of my "obsessive compulsive crafting disorder" or my "bi-polar ego" because these are real issues that I really struggle with, and I don't think I am alone. In no way, shape, or form am I trying to make light of the struggles of those who actually have OCD or a bi-polar disorder, their issues are far more complex, and in most cases, far more challenging than mine. I do firmly believe that we are all a little crazy, and the more you pay attention to the world around you the more reason you have to be crazy, and there is nothing wrong with being crazy because it is really a totally fucking normal response to the world we live in.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I mean really now, we live in a world where "Christians" are preaching hate and selfishness as virtues, and a significant portion of the country thinks science is hocus pocus, the Bible is a history book, and the Flinstones was a fucking documentary! Can anyone really tell me with a straight face that this shit isn't crazy? Millions of people flock to the defense of one bigoted hypocrite flim-flam man spouting nonsense from the dark fucking ages, calling it "Christian values"? WTF!? Seriously, I just cannot even wrap my head around the level of insanity that that shit takes!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Misogyny, Homophobia, Racism, Intolerance, Bashing the poor, and glorifying gluttony, greed, false prophets and false Gods, like money, are NOT fucking Christian values and I am sick and fucking tired of these assholes being allowed to claim that they are! Hate is NOT a fucking Christian value! Christianity is supposed to be about loving your fellow man, helping one another, and <u><i><b>NOT FUCKING JUDGING PEOPLE!</b></i></u> PERIOD. Either get in line with your own fucking teachings or admit that you don't buy any of that crap at all! If you want a "Christian Nation" you need to start acting like fucking Christians! I am an Atheist and I behave in a more "Christ-like" manner than anyone I have ever encountered who claimed to be a Christian!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So yes, I am fucking crazy. I live in a world that has lost its damn mind, how can I not be crazy? How can any of you not be crazy? If you require a "professional diagnosis" I have three you can choose from: severe chronic depression, anorexia, and/or generalized anxiety disorder. And I have no problem admitting that in a public forum any more than I would hesitate to admit having cancer or diabetes. Mental health issues are nothing to be ashamed of, they are fucking normal. Just another fact of life, like poverty, that a little more understanding, and a lot less judging, might find a way to alleviate.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I make fun of my struggles that is how I cope with them. When I tell you I am obsessive compulsive with my hobbies I may be joking, but I also am totally serious. I don't mean that I like to buy stuff, I mean there is an actual physical and psychological <u><i><b>NEED</b></i></u> to have these things, most of which I will never use. The ways in which I have learned to cope with my issues are probably not the best ways, or the healthiest ways, but they are they ways I have available to me, so they are what I use. And making fun of myself before anyone else can has allowed me to maintain a fragile hold on sanity that I just cannot relinquish. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So If I have offended you at any time with my comments on these subjects please know that I never intended to do so. If my struggles are not as severe as yours, or if you don't think I take them seriously enough, maybe, just maybe, learning to laugh at your own troubles might make them a little easier to bear. I mean, its worth a try isn't it? After all, as someone much wiser than I once said, "Don't take life so seriously, no one gets out alive anyway."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is not a good time of <span style="font-size: large;">year for me. I have tried all my life to get into the whole "Ch<span style="font-size: large;">ristmas Spirit" thing, but s<span style="font-size: large;">om<span style="font-size: large;">e</span> one always has to come along to fuck it up. Its Not even worth the ef<span style="font-size: large;">f</span>ort to try<span style="font-size: large;"> anymore. Now I just go through the prescribed paces<span style="font-size: large;">, eliminating more and more of those each year. I am not even wrapping the fucking gifts this year. The kids said I don't have to, since they already know everything they are getting, since they picked it all out. And we didn't put up the big tree, or much of any decorations this year. I did decorate the two little trees, a three foot one for the living room and a <span style="font-size: large;">2 foot one here in my office, but that was the extent of it this year, and I didn't even get <span style="font-size: large;">around to doing that until about a week and a half ago. I did actually bake some cookies this year, but <span style="font-size: large;">only 4 <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">different</span> kinds, instead of the 10 or 12 I used to <span style="font-size: large;">make every year.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know most people probably go through a certain amount of disillusionment with the holidays as they get older, and that is certainly a great deal of where my current bahumbuggedness is coming from, but it is more than that. It is a lifetime of conditioning, and a decade and a half of having my life rul<span style="font-size: large;">ed over by a moron, and world full of <span style="font-size: large;">judgmental</span> fu<span style="font-size: large;">ckin<span style="font-size: large;">g</span> hypocrites trying to destroy everything that is good in this <span style="font-size: large;">world all for the sake of their all-mighty f<span style="font-size: large;">uckin<span style="font-size: large;">g</span> dollar and then wrapping it up in some vague fucking Bible verse that they cherry picked for their agenda!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">So yeah, maybe I am just too old for this nonsense any more. I know I am sick and tired of the people who created the "war on Christmas" by turning into a commercialized monstrosity with no resemblance to the "true meaning of Christmas", claiming that <span style="font-size: large;">every one else is attacking <span style="font-size: large;">Christmas, while they are the only ones truly defending <span style="font-size: large;">it. How fucking stupid do they think people are? <span style="font-size: large;">Oh yeah, probably about as stupid as the <span style="font-size: large;">34% who buy into their nonsense. Open your fucking <span style="font-size: large;">eyes people! You have been played! Your whole fucking life is based on lies and deceptions based on what you think every body else believes, its all bullshit. Manufactured in adver<span style="font-size: large;">tisin<span style="font-size: large;">g</span> agencies around the world, and spoon fed to us from birth, every day, all fucking day long.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I better stop myself before I go running off an a whole different tangent again. My point was, I will be glad when the holidays are over and I can get back to work on my new life. I have a whole list of plans and ideas that I am going to share with all of you over the <span style="font-size: large;">course of the coming <span style="font-size: large;">n</span>ew year. 2014 is going to be the start <span style="font-size: large;">of a<span style="font-size: large;"> w<span style="font-size: large;">hole new life for Mother, with a whole slew of out of the box new proje<span style="font-size: large;">ct<span style="font-size: large;">s</span> and completely out of my comfort zone new <span style="font-size: large;">plans. I am working very hard o<span style="font-size: large;">n learning <span style="font-size: large;">all these new software programs, and all of the other stuff I knew absolutely nothing about a couple of months ago, but to be honest, the most difficult part of any of it is just the idea of showing my face to the world. <span style="font-size: large;">Sharing my words here is one thing, and that has taken me a long time to get used to, and sharing my voice, like on the first two videos I have made, was even more terrifying. But sharing my face? That is going to take a strength of will I am still not really sure I <span style="font-size: large;">possess</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">That's why we are easing into the idea gradually. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">As much as I absolutely do not care what people might think of how I loo<span style="font-size: large;">k</span>, unfortunately I know there will be people out there who will find it necessary to tell me what they think anyway. Not caring what they think does not mean their words are not hurtful. I think the best way for me to deal with those kind of people will probably be to do my very best to <span style="font-size: large;">publicly</span> shame them for their cruel and superficial behavior<span style="font-size: large;">. Its</span> either that, or ignore them, and I don't <span style="font-size: large;">think that would be as much fun. I have been ignoring them for my entire life and they don't seem to stop, so I think <span style="font-size: large;">I</span> will try a new approach.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am actually trying to work out a whole new approach to a lot of things. This whole <span style="font-size: large;">mid-life crisis thing I have been going through the <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">p</span>ast few months has gotten me thinking about <span style="font-size: large;">who I am, and wh<span style="font-size: large;">o I want to be, and how the two haven't always been necessarily <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">compatible</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">So, I am working on that too.</span> In all my spare time.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">At any rate, be looking for some big new surprises from Mother over the coming weeks and months! And be looking forward to actually seeing Mother some day on your computer screen (or phone, or <span style="font-size: large;">whatever you people use to watch videos on the inter<span style="font-size: large;">net these days). As soon as I get up the nerve to put myself out there, I can promise you all will be the first to know! Bec<span style="font-size: large;">ause<span style="font-size: large;">, n</span></span>o b<span style="font-size: large;">od<span style="font-size: large;">y</span> else will care<span style="font-size: large;">! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">In my research and explorations I have learned that the first 100 videos I produce will probably just be crap, but each one will get significantly better than the last, and some day I might even start making some good ones. So, try not to hold me to too high a standard as we go forward, okay? I am doing the best I can with what I have to work with, and hopefully the content quality will make up for the lack of video quality until my skills can catch up with my ambitions. I ain't promising nothing except that I will do my best to entertain, and perhaps <span style="font-size: large;">occasionally</span> enlighten you, in my own unique, and perhaps slightly odd, sort of way. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Hello again Lovely Internet People! I was reading an article the other day about the fact that if the minimum wage had kept up with inflation, and everything else, it should be close to like $21 an hour by now. I know a lot of people seem to think that $21 an hour is a ridiculous amount of money for a minimum wage job, but it really isn't. At 40 hours a week it only amounts to a little over $800 a week, before taxes. And while that is far more money than I have ever earned in a week, no one is ever going to get rich off of it. What they could get would be a decent life and a little less stress about whether they are going to have enough money to feed their kids AND pay the bills after working their asses off all day every day! Not to mention the huge increase in our economy that would occur as a result of the people who actually spend their money, actually having money to spend!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">There was a comment at the end of the article from some guy complaining that only 3% of our population actually works at a minimum wage job, so we shouldn't bother spending any time worrying about the issue. While I find it personally reprehensible that he believes that those 3% of Americans don't deserve to be compensated fairly for their efforts, that was not the reason that I was so disturbed by his comments. The sheer lack of common sense exhibited in his comments were what bothered me. Here is a supposedly intelligent person that cannot understand the connection between what the minimum wage is, and what EVERYONE who is not a CEO of a major corporation makes. Whether your salary is computed hourly, weekly, or monthly, doesn't matter, your salary is based on your value to the company, and they figure that number from the ground up. From minimum wage up. So if the minimum wage is $7.25, like it is now, and you are making say $21 an hour, and you probably think you are doing alright with that. But, if the minimum wage was the $21 an hour it should be, then you should be making around $63 an hour! Now do you understand why the minimum wage should be a big freaking deal to ALL of us?!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And as for that stupid argument that raising the minimum wage would cause massive inflation, and all the prices would sky rocket to make up for those increased wages, that's just bullshit. I live in a state where our minimum wage is $2 an hour more than the national minimum wage, and a hamburger costs the same here as it does in the state next door where they pay the federal minimum wage. And, if we instituted a federal MAXIMUM wage, that prevented those fucking CEO's from collected multi-million dollar, tax deductible (for the company) salaries and bonuses, that would cancel out any need for increased prices.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I am just sick and fucking tired of people who have no clue what it is like to be dependent on a minimum wage job to feed their families telling people that they should just "get another job" or "work harder". I have a college education, I am extremely intelligent, and I can learn pretty much any job you set before me in less two weeks (okay, maybe not brain surgery, that might take a little more than two weeks), but I have no work history to speak of, and certainly nothing that could showcase my abilities, so if I had to go find a job tomorrow at 46 years old, I would be lucky to find a full-time minimum wage job. And it would cost me more to go to work everyday than I could possibly bring home. After the federal government takes 50% of my pay for the student loans I still cannot afford to pay, and the normal FICA and SS deductions are removed, that leaves me making about $4 an hour. The first of those eight hours is then spent paying for the gas to get to and from work, another hour (at least) to pay for clothes to wear at the job, and at least three hours to pay for the after school child care that I would have to arrange for my kids, oh and add in another hour to pay for their school supplies and lunches, and one more hour to pay for whatever the hell other expenses are incurred (like car repairs, etc). Guess what? Now I have worked all fucking day, at a job I probably fucking hate, for people who treat me like crap, and you know what I got out of it? Yep, $4. That's the net result, a whole fucking $4!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I heard Rand Paul was in Detroit last week and asked a group of people that had gathered to hear him speak, if any of them worked for a poor person. Now, as someone else quickly pointed out, Senator Paul, was elected by the citizens of the state of Kentucky, a great many of whom are poor, so technically, Senator Paul works for poor people, but he is not alone. I have seen it written on the internet many times in recent years that poor people do not create jobs, only rich people do that. I call BULLSHIT! I know lots of poor people who create jobs, not just by spending their money and creating the demand for jobs, but by actually creating them!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As I explained in the previous paragraph, for me, like a lot of people, getting a typical "job" is not a financially viable option, so I have created my own business, which provided me with a job. It doesn't pay very well, but I net a considerable amount more than the $16 a month I could make working for someone else, and I don't spend all day every day longing for the sweet release of death to free me from my misery, so there is that added bonus. My husband, who technically probably could get a decent paying job that would net him significantly more than $16 a month (but still not enough to raise us above the poverty level), also started his own business, which not only provides him with a job, but also provides me with a second one, and in a few years when they are old enough, it will might even have grown enough to provide jobs for our children as well.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> So technically, I work for a poor person. Actually I work for two poor persons, so there.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am really just beyond sick and tired of the people who benefit the most from the status quo, telling the rest of us that things cannot be changed because they have always been the way they are. It seems to me that if shit is broken, we should probably fix it. And if you cannot see how badly our system is broken, then you are probably the one in charge of breaking it and you should really just shut the fuck up now.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-89403360002668518352013-12-06T12:10:00.001-08:002013-12-06T12:10:08.925-08:00Things That Terrify Me That Probably Won't Happen<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again all you Lovely Internet People! Mother has been hard at work creating new silly things for all of you to enjoy. Yesterday I posted my very first video on YouTube, it was this, in case you missed it:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yes, I know it isn't as perfect as it maybe could have been, but for a first attempt I think it is fairly decent. Its not like I am competing for an Oscar or anything, just making silly little videos that I hope somebody might enjoy. It was a lot of fun learning all the new software programs and figuring out how to put it all together. Its going to take some time for me to get used to the idea of talking into the microphone, and developing a personality for that, but someday I might get good at it. Well, we can hope anyway.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It would probably help if I had a better idea of what I am trying to accomplish. You know, if I had some kind of actual plan, or something like that. I mean, the original idea was to make silly videos and stuff to make people laugh, but most of what I keep wanting to produce isn't all that funny. I mean, I try to make fun of the stuff, and make it as humorous as I can, but exposing hypocrisy and shining a light on what I see as the real evils of the world, isn't really something that most people consider comedy. And it doesn't help that I am not really all that funny anyway. I mean, I know I am really good at getting people to laugh when they really don't want to, I do that to my friends and family all the time. But, for some reason I can't seem to find a way to translate that humor to people who do not know me really well. Most people take me far too seriously. Even my wonderful husband, who has known me for 12 and a half years now, still tries to take me seriously when he, of all people, should really know better by now!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pretty much every post I have ever written on this Blog had something in it that I thought was funny. Even the most mundane and boring "what I did today" posts generally contain at least some silly little something that I found amusing and hoped someone else might also enjoy. I am sure I have not been nearly as successful at that as I might like to be, but I really do try.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have spent the last two years here at this Blog trying to develop some idea of who I am and what I want to do with the rest of my life. It has not been an easy process. It certainly has had its bumps along the way, but I have learned a great deal about myself that I am not sure I would have recognized had it not been for having this outlet. Most people would not be so willing to lay open their hearts and minds to complete strangers in such a public way, but I have found it strangely liberating. To be sure I have left out a lot of the details to protect the privacy of any one who might happen to know me in real life, but I have tried to be as open and honest as possible about myself and my life and the road I have taken to get to where I am now.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I first started all of this I was terrified that someone would expose who I really was and what I had been through. Here we are, two short years later, and I have not only put my own name to my work, but I am preparing to actually show my face to the world for the first time as well. And I am still terrified. But, then again, I do not remember a single day in my life when I was not terrified. Life is fucking terrifying for me. I still have to keep living, so I might as well keep doing the rest of it as well. Right?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its funny, every time I get a new idea for a project that I think is really awesome, it triggers a switch in my brain that immediately starts screaming DANGER! DANGER! In order to be "successful" at becoming an "entertainer" some level of fame is required, and the last thing I have ever wanted is to be famous! I think this is the greatest challenge to my psyche that I have ever faced. The more I think there is a posibilty that people might like something I create, the more retiscent I become about creating it. I look at Pages on Facebook that started when I did but now have hundreds of thousands of "likers", and all I can think is "thank goodness that's not me!" I see Page owners like Patti Ford from "Insane in The Mom Brain" talking about being interviewed on TV, and I start having panic attacks. I don't want that kind of attention! Don't get me wrong, I would LOVE for the whole world to read what I post, and watch my silly little videos or whatever, but I don't want them to pay attention to ME! That shit is fucking terrifying! The whole reason I created "Mother" was so that people could pay attention to her and leave me the hell alone!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I know that the only way that people are going to ever be able to see what I produce is if I go around telling other people about it and asking them to share it. Unfortunately I am not equipped to do that. Hell I can't even manage to ask all of you to share my stuff. I am not a self-promoter. That would mean bringing attention to myself, and I think I have established the fact that I have no interest in doing that! So I am left spending countless hours and endless days, weeks and months, producing vast quantities of possibly entertaining materials that will never be seen by more than a couple dozen people. Which is a couple dozen more than ever would have seen it if I hadn't spent the time to produce it, so I keep producing it anyway. Maybe someday I will put something out there that develops a life of its own and brings my work to the attention of a wider audience, but until that happens I am learning to be content in the knowledge that every once in a while somebody stumbles across something that I created that brings them some joy or confort in a world where both seem to be in way too short of supply. That's good enough for me. Its not going to pay the bills, or keep a roof over my head, but then neither is anything else I would be spending my time on, so I suppose I should quit worrying about that. Especially since the only way it could ever pay the bills would be if I became famous, quite the catch twenty-two I have gotten myself into, isn't it? I am very good at that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh well, I will just take whatever comes from this as it comes. If some day success comes knocking on my door I will just have to deal with it, just like I have dealt with every thing else life has thrown at me. There really isn't much sense in worrying about something that will probably never happen anyway, although I do a lot of it for some strange reason. Part of my charm, I guess. I am really fucking charming you know.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Issue Number One: I have seen several posts and stories suggesting that Black Friday "is the one time of year poor people can afford to buy nice things". That is complete and total fucking bullshit. I have been "poor" for most of my adult life, and I have lots of nice things, none of which were ever purchased on Black Friday. In fact the only people that I, personally, have ever met who actually do go shopping on Black Friday are as far removed from being poor as I am from being wealthy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you actually pay attention, Black Friday deals are not that fucking great in the first place. Most of the stores jack up their prices right before they put shit on sale, so you are pretty much paying the same price anyway. If you really want great deals, those are the week after Christmas, and the first week of January, not fucking Black Friday! Sure, they may throw a couple of "loss leaders" out there to try to scam you into coming to their store, but odds are those will not be available by the time you get there because they "sold out". Of course they sold out, they only had 5 to start with, and 50,000 people showed up to buy those 5. They know that since you put in all that time and effort to go there, you are probably going to buy something else, so they don't need to actually stock those "loss leaders", they just have to advertise them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Issue Number Two: I don't have the same problem with the whole idea of the stores opening on Thanksgiving to start their scam sales that other people have expressed, if people want to shop, the stores should be open. When I was working in the retail and service industries I always volunteered to work the holidays, and I am sure I am not alone. Lots of people need the money, or don't have a family to spend the day with, or, like me, just don't really give a crap about holidays, they shouldn't be denied the chance to work if they want to. And if people want to spend the one day off they have shopping, instead of being with their families at home, well I sure can't fault them their choice, I would rather be pretty much anywhere than stuck hanging around with the rest of my family. Whatever floats your boat. I do wish the retailers paid their employees a living wage, and gave them the choice about working holidays, but that is going to require Government intervention. No greedy bastard is ever going to do the right thing by choice. I think they have already proven that. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My kids will get exactly what they want for Christmas, and I will not spend very much money, nor will I fight crowds or spend days running from place to place trying to find the "best deal". It probably helps that my kids don't have expensive tastes, nor to they have any peer pressure about what is "cool". They have pretty simple requests that are generally fairly easy to fulfill. The youngest wants Legos, the next one up wants video games, and the oldest just wants whatever cash I can spare, and maybe some cookies. I guess this is one of the few times where our complete lack of interest in impressing other people does actually pay off in our favor. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Issue Number Three: I understand that our capitalistic system requires rabid consumerism in order to sustain itself, and I also understand that the collapse of that system would have some pretty severe effects on all of us. So I certainly can't advocate that everyone not participate in the relentless pursuit of "more". But, I would ask that you take just a moment each time you do decide to spend your hard earned money, and think about who you are giving that money to, and why. If you are okay with the answers to those questions, then spend away. If not, well, then you have to make the choice, what are <b><i>your</i></b> priorities? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until Next Time ... </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-75602075221493734082013-11-28T14:23:00.001-08:002013-11-28T14:23:06.674-08:00Happy Turkey Day! Or Not<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Hello again Lovely Internet People! Happy Turkey Day! My wonderful husband is in the kitchen slaving away over our Thanksgiving meal, so I thought I would pop in here and chat at all of you for a few minutes while my assistance is not being required for the preparations. Its just us and the two youngest boys this year, as usual. We watched the parade this morning, and my favorite football team is playing in the big turkey day game this evening, so we are enjoying a nice, quiet, Happy Thanksgiving, with no stress, and lots of fun.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am not really much of a holiday person any more. I try to go through at least some of the motions for the sake of the kids, but I really just can't get into the whole "celebration" thing. Its just another fucking day to me. One that generally involves doing a lot of extra work that I do not enjoy. I am thankful and grateful for my life every day, I don't need to dedicate one day a year to it. And I hate being told when I am supposed to give things to the people I love, I don't care what stupid day it is, if I find something that I think some one will enjoy, I want to give it to them, <b><i>right now</i></b>! I don't want to wait until the appropriate holiday arrives, I don't have time for that shit! And with the way shit happens in my life, I may not even be able to give it to them by the time the approved holiday rolls around, so I am stuck with a reminder of how fucked up my life is. Awesome. Yeah, I don't much care for holidays.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And this whole fixation with holiday food? Hahaha. Um, not something that interests me, at all. Yes, I will very much enjoy the meal that my husband is busy preparing, but it won't be any thing like the culinary orgies going on in many other homes across this country today. And the entirety of the caloric intake I will consume today, is probably equal to what most people have for breakfast. So, yeah, not a food person.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As for the whole gathering together of friends and family thing? Yeah, well, that doesn't really work for me either. I have never had a lot of friends, and my family makes me uncomfortable (to put it mildly), so the whole concept of holiday "togetherness", is something I have pretty much always felt left out of anyway. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I used to really enjoy decorating the house for the holidays, but even that tiny bit of enthusiasm has dulled with the years. It just dawned on me that I am supposed to start the Christmas decorating tomorrow, that's my holiday tradition. While millions of Americans are trampling over one another at the malls, I have always spent Black Friday at home, putting up fake trees and sparkly lights. And I will do it again this year, perhaps with a little less enthusiasm than in my younger years, but that is pretty much how I do every thing these days.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Damn, I hope this post didn't sound as depressing to all of you as it does to me. That wasn't my intention. Holidays aren't depressing, they just aren't very exciting to me. I could, if I let myself, fall into a that deep dark hole of depression on any given holiday, but I choose not to allow that to happen. I don't think about the things that are missing, I remind myself, as I do every day, of all of the things that are <i><b>not</b></i> missing, and I focus on how extraordinarily grateful I am for those. And you guys. I am really grateful to every person that is visited this Blog and taken a few precious moments out of their lives to read the slightly incoherent words of this crazy middle aged lady who never expected anyone to actually read any of this shit. You are fucking Awesome! Thank YOU!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until Next Time ...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-53831866396732022092013-11-27T10:54:00.000-08:002013-11-27T10:54:49.073-08:00A Song for Thanksgiving <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! Mother has had a very frustrating few days and she is <i>really </i>hoping today is at least a little bit less so. I wrote a great, several paragraph long, Blog post yesterday telling you all about my (mis)adventures into the world of music creation. Unfortunately, when it was all finished and ready to be published, I went to add the obligatory picture that I always put at the end of these things, and ... Blogger crashed. Everything I had spent 3 hours carefully wording was gone! Awesome. Its not the first time this has happened, and I can pretty much guarantee it will not be the last. The wonders of technology can really suck ass when they aren't being wonderful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anyway, I wrote this awesome Thanksgiving protest song last week and I have spent the last several days desperately trying to figure out all these new music programs so that I could put it to music for you before Thanksgiving. It turns out that I am not the computer genius that I have (never) claimed to be. So, I am afraid this year you are just getting the written lyrics, maybe I can put it all together for next Thanksgiving, but it is not happening for this one. And with the way I sing, perhaps this is something you all can be grateful for in your list tomorrow.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until Next Time, Happy Thanksgiving (to my American peoples), sure hope that you enjoy ...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Its Time To Kill The Turkey" </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lyrics by S. Walthour</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
</span></span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Its time to
kill the turkey</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and serve it
on a plate</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Forget the
grief around the world </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">its time to
celebrate</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Give thanks
for all the suffering</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">just grateful
its not you</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Pretend the
problems aren't your fault </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">but you
haven't got a clue.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Tell the poor
they're lazy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and they
should get a job</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">while you get
rich on dividends</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">you pathetic
wretched snob.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">You're Always
laughing </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">at the lowly
poor </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">while you
keep busy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">making sure
there's more</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">You don't pay
fair </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">to the man on
the floor</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">just keepin
all the money </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">for the names
on the door.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">People can't
live </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">on what they
can make</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">But you put
them down </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">if help they
must take</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Out here the
average guy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">can't ever
catch a break</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and all you
can say is</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">let them eat
cake?</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Happy
Thanksgiving,</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">sure hope
that you enjoy</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Pay no
attention </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">to that
starvin little boy</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">He must
deserve to suffer</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">for the
things he cannot change</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">So make his
life be rougher</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">that is easy
to arrange.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Tonight
people will go hungry</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">They will
suffer for your greed</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">while you
will stuff your face with plenty</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">others won't
get what they need.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">You're Always
laughing </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">at the lowly
poor </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">while you
keep busy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">making sure
there's more</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">You don't pay
fair </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">to the man on
the floor</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">just keepin
all the money </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">for the names
on the door.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">People can't
live </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">on what they
can make</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">But you put
them down </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">if help they
must take</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Out here the
average guy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">can't ever
catch a break</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and all you
can say is</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">let them eat
cake?</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Hope you
enjoy Thanksgiving, </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and your
Christmas too</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">keep on
cuttin their safety net</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">soon they'll
be eating you.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">This year
lets make changes</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">So that
everyone can eat</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Heal the sick
and house the homeless</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">No more dying
in the street.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Clean water
is a human right</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">food and
health care should be too</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">No one else
should go without</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">to feed the
greed of a few.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">No more
laughing </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">at the lowly
poor </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">we're not
gonna let you </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">keep on
making more</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">We demand
fair pay</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">for the man
on the floor</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Taking back
our lives </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">from the
names on the door.</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">People need
to live on </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">what they can
make</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">we have had
enough, </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">no more can
we take</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Time to give
every guy </span>
</div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">and girl a
fair break</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">The Time has
come for everyone</span></div>
<div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;">to share in
that cake!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-30828473996656106502013-11-21T09:26:00.003-08:002013-11-21T09:26:52.496-08:00Frying My Brain On Acid<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello there Lovely Internet People! Mother has spent the last several days frying her brain on Acid. No, not the drug kind, the software kind. My wonderful husband installed Sony's Acid Music Studio program on my new computer and I have been hard at work trying to figure it all out. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After three days of tinkering and farting around I have come to the conclusion that the 10,000 little pieces of music that I have to play with are not going to be nearly enough. I think the obsessive compulsive part of my brain is going to have a hay day with this new little project of mine. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have managed to make a few pretty decent songs. I still have to create and record lyrics for them before you all are gonna get to hear them, but the few people I have played them for have been remarkably impressed. Even my husband, who I know had absolutely no confidence in my ability to do this (and rightly so since I have no musical background whatsoever to speak of), was actually left speechless at the awesomeness of my first musical creation. That was so fucking cool! The look on his face as he went from telling me that I don't know what I am doing, to realizing that maybe I did, I will treasure that look for the rest of my days. It isn't often that I shock the shit out of him with my endeavors, at least not in a good way, so I have to make the most of it when ever I manage to do so. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now that I have a fairly solid basic understanding of how to operate the Acid program I need to get on to figuring out the rest of the software programs that I am going to require going forward. I still have to learn all about the world of making and editing video, which I also have zero background in understanding. That should be lots of fun. And then there are still the graphics programs, and the web design software, but at least I do have some experience with those kinds of things, so the learning curve shouldn't be quite as steep for those programs. That's what I am hoping anyway.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One thing is for certain, I cannot remember a time when I looked forward to going to work each morning as much as I do right now. And tearing myself away from the computer when bed time rolls around has been increasingly difficult, which for someone who enjoys sleeping as much as I do, that is pretty danged incredible! Just sitting here typing about it has gotten me all excited to get back to work, so I think that is what I am gonna do. For now I will leave you with the results of my first attempt at working with my new graphics program, it turns out that I can "draw: pretty good after all, not great yet mind you, but its a pretty good first attempt for someone who can't actually draw.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until Next Time ... </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now I have stated before that I am not allowed to discuss my husband when we are fighting, but, since "we" were never actually fighting, and since I am not actually mad at him at the moment, I am gonna talk about it anyway.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He's been under a great deal of stress lately, much of it self-induced, but most of it from external and uncontrollable sources, and it seems that for a moment there he kinda forgot who I was. So while he is standing there telling me how "unambitious" I am, and how I need to be more "reasonable and responsible", all I can do is look at him and wonder just who the heck he is talking to. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I mean really now, you would think after 12 years together he might have learned something about me. And, to be fair, he really has, but apparently he forgets all that shit when he decides to displace his displeasure with the rest of the world onto me. I am quite sure I do the same thing to him on a regular basis, so it all evens out in the end I guess.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once he exhausted his need to vent all of his frustrations and other assorted non-classified emotions he was quick to acknowledge that he was being ridiculous. And I was quick to remind him that being ridiculous is MY job in this relationship, and while I don't mind sharing the load occasionally, I have no intention of relinquishing the position.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am not ever going to be "reasonable" or "responsible". It is not something I am psychologically, or physiologically, capable of doing. Okay, that's not exactly true. I am very capable of being both reasonable and responsible, but doing so causes intense, chronic, debilitating, physical and psychological depression. That is not something I have any interest in going back to, ever again, thanks anyway. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I do my very best not to be <i>Irresponsible</i> or <i>Unreasonable</i>. I don't have credit cards, I don't go out and party, I don't drink, or use drugs, or gamble, and I sure don't sit around on my ass all day eating bonbons and watching soap operas. But I cannot be expected to worry about the things the rest of the world wants me to worry about, I just can't do it, and I am not even going to pretend to try any more. I was honest about all of this from the very beginning it really should not be a surprise to him now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As for being "unambitious", nothing could be farther from the truth, and he knows that better than any one. I am probably one of the most ambitious people I know. I just don't have the kinds of ambitions that other people think I should, nor do I generally share any of my ambitions with any one else, because they are not usually what other people would consider reasonable, and they probably border on irresponsible most of the time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Go ahead and tell me that making twin sized quilts for every one of my parents' 12 great-grandchildren, plus several more twin and queen sized ones for 4 of their grandchildren, in less than two years, was not an ambitious undertaking for someone with no money, no time, and very little quilt making experience. It was extremely fucking ambitious! It was also extremely unreasonable, and probably more than a little irresponsible. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The reason I never did anything more with my life than what I have done is because of all the people who required me to be reasonable and responsible when they should have been feeding the fires of my ambition instead. If there is one determining factor in why I adore my husband no matter how often he intrudes into my realm of ridiculousness, it is because he feeds those fires, even when he thinks he shouldn't. He might bitch, he might moan, he might even try to explain to me how foolish and unreasonable I am being, but he will pull out all the stops to help support and encourage what ever it is I want to do the moment I express an interest in doing something. I still don't expect him to, but some how he always does it any way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For now we have returned to the happy equilibrium where he takes care of the responsible and reasonable stuff, and I take care of everything else. I have enough to do without worrying about all that reality nonsense. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-75116202022603114962013-11-10T12:57:00.001-08:002013-11-10T12:57:54.846-08:00Brand Spanking New, Ultra-Secret, Extremely Impractical Project<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! Hope everyone out there in the interwebs is having an awesome day! I have been sitting here catching up on the news of the day and the workings of the world and just generally enjoying a quiet Sunday morning and I thought maybe I should pop in here and see if I could come up with something entertaining for you all to enjoy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Then, I started typing, and there was nothing entertaining coming out on the page. No surprise there. So I started thinking again. And thinking, and thinking, and thinking. Nope, I got nothin.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">For the last several days (maybe weeks, I am losing track of time again), I have been working on a brand spanking new, ultra-secret, extremely impractical project for all of you. Okay fine, it's really actually just for me, but I do hope you will enjoy it too. If you have been following along around here you may already know that I have been in a desperate search for a productive and challenging use of my time that might in some way lend itself to making the world suck just a little bit less for myself, and as many other people as possible. I think I have finally found it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am not sure how "productive" it will actually be, that is dependent on a lot of factors that are beyond my control, but I know it will be challenging, and I do have some small hopes that it will be at least minimally successful in reducing the world suck quotient at any given point in time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>So what in the world are you talking about this time Mother? Damn I wish this woman would learn to get to the freakin point without all this talking in circles crap!</i> No, you don't, if you wanted to read something written by someone who was capable of getting to the damn point without all these silly innuendos and colloquial circle jerks, you wouldn't be here reading my shit in the first place. So quit pretending you don't enjoy my nonsense when you know you really do.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anyway, for as long as I can remember (which may or may not be that long, since memory isn't my strong suit anymore) I have had this secret dream of being a comedian. Up until a few weeks ago I had never expressed this desire out loud to anyone because there had never been anyone in my life who would have approved of such a career choice for me. And to be fair, as a self-confessed,
emotionally high-strung, obscenely sensitive, anti-social, anorexic,
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">All my life, the one thing that has always been the most gratifying to me is to make other people happy. I find no greater joy than in being able bring laughter to people who desperately need it. When I was an adolescent I used to sign off on all of my letters and notes with the phrase, "With Love and Laughter". That simple little phrase defines me, it defines my life goals, my mission, my purpose, and it is time I learn to create a world around it. And that is exactly what I am trying to do now. </span></span></div>
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emotionally high-strung, obscenely sensitive, anti-social, anorexic,
agoraphobic, with an anxiety disorder and an overwhelming terror of
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being the center of attention go about becoming a comedian without leaving the house or actually interacting in the real world with actual people? The Internet of course!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am in the process of developing my own web site which will hopefully be an amalgamation of happy, silly, fun stuff that will bring happiness and joy to at least one or two people over the course of its theoretical existence. Now, a great percentage of what you will eventually find there has not been created yet, so this is going to take more than a little bit of time before it is ready to make anyone happy, besides me, who gets to be happy by learning all kinds of new things that I have no freakin clue how to do yet. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The envisioned web site will (hopefully) contain a multitude of resources for inducing fits of giggles and maybe even some all out belly bursting laughter, all available with just the click of a mouse. Along with Pages for the pretty much mandatory silly picture galleries, and of course Blog posts filled with these awe inspiring colloquial conundrums that I have become so famous for over the last couple of years, there will also be a vast array of brand new genres of silliness! I am working at writing a whole bunch of new "songs" with original music which will all be really bad because I can't sing and I don't know shit about music, but I think they will be funny anyway, and that is the only point. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">And, I am in the process of working up the courage to start making something they call a "Vlog", which is basically just making a video of me actually talking to you instead of you just having to read the words yourself like you do here. I truly believe these would be an outrageous hit if for no other reason than the fact that most people will find me extremely funny looking and may watch just for that reason. I am trying to get used to that idea, and be okay with it, but I must admit it is something I still have some work to do on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been spending an inordinate amount of time on YouTube lately, doing research on this whole vlogging concept, and no matter how long I searched or how many variations of search terms I used, I could not find anyone out there who was even remotely like me. After much extensive searching I found a few Vloggers who are middle aged women (very few), but they were either doing DIY videos for crafting, or home repair projects, or make-up tutorials, or some other incredibly useful and informative crap like that, and they all look like they have their own professional make up artists and an entire production crew. The very, very few female vloggers who were just there to share ideas and induce laughter in their viewers were all under the age of 30, most of them less than 20! I could not find even one single independent middle aged female vlogger who wasn't pushing a product line or promoting some propagandist agenda. Wait, I take that back, I did find one, there is one very awesome woman who does outrageous covers of popular songs and some other silly stuff, but even she is the polar opposite of me in just about everything except the silliness factor. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now it could very well be that I could not find any of these women because no one on the planet besides me has any interest in finding them. I know I am completely and totally unique, but what remains to be seen is whether or not people will find that entertaining, or just annoying. I know there are at least a few people out there who seem to enjoy my sense of humor, and I really hope we can find a few more in the coming months and years. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Of course all of this is totally dependent on me figuring out a whole bunch of new complicated and intricate computer programs and getting over my semi-paralyzing fear of being recorded in any way, but I do have high hopes for a potential launch date of early next year. I am shooting for the first of January, but I am not too sure how realistic that is since I don't even have any of the programs to even look at yet. Hopefully, by the end of next week I may have a better idea of exactly how much work is ahead of me. In the meantime I am super duper excited about all these fantastical ideas for supremely silly content that I hope to create. Stay tuned for updates and exciting announcements coming to a Blog, and a couple of Facebook Pages, near you soon. </span></span><br />
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</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-75959646478331253162013-11-07T11:36:00.000-08:002013-11-07T11:36:38.663-08:00How Important Is Online Education? Mother's Response.<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! I was doing some research yesterday and I came upon a YouTube Channel Called <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/talk" target="_blank">"Talk"</a> . In the last month their channel has done a series of videos talking about the importance of online education, and whether or not it could, or even should, take over from our current classical education model. I think I have a slightly different perspective on this issue than the folks at "Talk", so I wanted to share some of my thoughts on this issue.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Those of you who have followed along here for any length of time already know that I am a HUGE fan of online education. I am a HUGE fan of pretty much all forms of learning, because I know for a fact that everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses when it comes to learning. We do not all learn all things in the same way. Even within a single individual there are major differences in each person's learning style for each subject they might attempt to learn. I don't learn new math concepts in the same way I learn new facts about history, the processes are very different.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My husband envisions a future where all learning is done via computers, with teachers only being available for answering questions or providing oversight. I don't know if this is the best answer for everyone, and I certainly do not believe that all subjects can be taught exclusively on the computer. But I do believe the option should be available for those who could benefit from it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't think the answer is to replace our school system with all online learning, but I do think our current system needs some major overhauling. There are many valuable lessons beyond academics that can be taught in our schools, but at the moment we are teaching the wrong ones. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In her interview with John Stewart on the <a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-october-8-2013/malala-yousafzai" target="_blank">Daily Show</a>, Malala Yousafza talked about all the things that children should be learning in school, beyond the subjects they are being taught. Things like how to get along with one another, how to treat other people, how to cooperate and collaborate with others, all of these things are vital lessons in the development of a child, and a community. Unfortunately, these are not the things that I see being taught in our schools in this country. We seem to be teaching the exact opposite.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Okay, I hope we maybe can all agree that these aspects of education are very important to the functioning of our society. Maybe the reason our society is in the mess it is in is because we have neglected teaching these valuable lessons in our schools. My question is this, is there no other way to learn these lessons than in a school setting? And to me it seems that the answer is a resounding, NO.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am a strong proponent of online education because I believe it does more to level the playing field of our world than any school system ever could. Of course it does require access to the internet, which may be as unattainable as a classroom education for many people around the world, but for those who can access it, a whole new world has opened to them that they never even knew existed before. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Education is not something that can be contained within the walls of a classroom. Life is education. Whether we like it or not, most of us learn something new every day, long after we have finished our formal education. Any person who believes that learning must take place in a classroom, and must be tested to be verified, is missing out on 90% of the learning they could be doing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have mentioned before that I home school my kids. I do so for a wide variety of reasons, not the least of which is that I believe it provides them with a better opportunity for their education. They work at their own pace, and they control the flow of information that they consume. My son, who technically should be in 6th grade this year, according to his age, is taking two High School Advanced Placement level </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">classes </span></span>(American History and Environmental Science) online and doing quite well in them. They would never let him do that in a regular school! About 80% of my children's "school work" is done online each day, but only about 20% of their learning is done there. Learning happens everywhere, if you allow it to happen.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Personally, I love online education because of all it has given <b>me</b>. I have finally found a way to learn about any subject I could possibly want to know, without having to haul 100 pounds of books home from the library every week! That is a tremendous weight off my shoulders, literally and figuratively. I have always been a self educator, I learned early on that the school system could never keep up with me, so I took on the responsibility. And for decades I did lug dozens of books home from the library every week. When I got my first library card at age 5 I asked the librarian how many books I was allowed to check out at a time. The silly lady told me that I could take whatever I could carry! She apparently had no idea just how much an extremely determined little girl was capable of carrying! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I would have to say that online education is one of the greatest gifts of the 21st century. Whether it is in a formal setting, such as taking actual online courses through a University, or an informal setting such as YouTube, the abundance of information now available at the click of a mouse is staggering. But it can also be very dangerous. There is no system of accountability online. Anyone can post anything they want to post, whether it has any basis in fact or not is not relevant. So online learning requires a lot more vetting of the information gathered to ensure its legitimacy. But this is also an extremely valuable skill that everyone would do well to develop since such a large percentage of the "information" we are flooded with on a daily basis is in fact false. Whether it comes from the TV news, advertisers, or even our own government, there is so much false information being shoved down our collective throats every day that it is often hard to have a rational discussion with people because they are too busy defending their false information to spend even one moment looking for the truth. And that is sad. Very, very sad. </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-1550608636739752232013-11-05T11:44:00.000-08:002013-11-05T13:28:28.987-08:00Puss-Filled Plagiarising Political Putz Paul<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! I was sitting here trying to figure out what to write about today, and as I was looking through my Twitter Feed I found a topic that was so strikingly obnoxious I just could not ignore it. So today we are going to have a little conversation about Plagiarism.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know how many of you are aware of the latest scandal out of Washington DC where a certain elected representative who has a long history of promoting unethical and immoral behavior in the form of LYING, has now been shown to have wandered into the nearby territory of THEFT. That is what Plagiarism is you know, it is THEFT! And it is the worst kind of theft as far as I am concerned. Stealing people's money or possessions is a terrible awful bloody freakin slime ball thing to do, but stealing their ideas, their thoughts, their visions, that is just unforgivable. The only true freedom we have as human beings is our freedom of thought, the only thing in this we world we can ever truly own are our thoughts, and to have someone else steal them and claim them as their own is truly horrifying to me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the interest if full disclosure, yes, I have taken the words of other people and used them on the silly pictures that I make. And I have stated very clearly, and very repeatedly, that 99% of those pictures include the words of somebody else. And while I did not credit the original source on any of the pictures, I have encouraged others to share that information in the comments if they know where it came from. I have <b><i>never</i></b> claimed or inferred that they are my own original thoughts, that is where the difference lies. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I suppose I should also be clear about the fact that I have never had an ounce of respect for the man long before this latest blatant expression of his contempt for basic human decency. All of his other expressions of contempt for basic human decency prior to this one were more than enough to convince me of his complete lack of a functioning moral compass, but this time he stepped beyond the boundaries of simple condescending contempt and jumped head first into a quagmire of reprehensible repugnance. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And then he decided that the best way to defend himself against the allegations of Plagiarism was to challenge Rachel Maddow to a duel? Seriously, WTF is that? I would like to let him know that my husband has gallantly offered to take Ms. Maddow's place in said duel, any time, just let us know whenever you are available, he will be happy to oblige. Personally, I think a verbal duel between Mr. Paul (and no, I am not crediting him with the title of his office and yes, this was deliberate) and Ms. Maddow would make for some awesome television, but I am sure the little turd-let hasn't got the intestinal fortitude to even attempt to match wits with such a superior opponent, nor does he have any wits of his own with which to work, which is apparently why he feels the need to have other people steal other people's words which he will then claim as his own. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Mr. Paul needs to climb down off his high horse and join the rest of us in the real world for a little while. Someone who has spent his entire life sucking from the government teat should not be lecturing any one else on how to live their lives. If I had spent as much of my life lying, stealing, cheating, and discriminating against everyone who is not just like me, I would be in jail, for life. But somehow I am supposed to believe it is okay for him to do these things because some moronic fools on the other side of the country were suckered into voting for this abhorrent abominable degenerate. NO, I do not think so. Not gonna happen. It is NOT okay, and I am not going to sit idly by and pretend that it is when ever fiber of my being is screaming at me that it is not.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I want to work. I actually enjoy working almost as much as I enjoy learning new things. I spend thousands of hours each year working my ass off, but none of the work that I do translates into monetary compensation, at least not much, certainly not enough to survive on. I am not a greedy person, I don't need lots of money, I just need enough to make sure the lights stay on and that I have a place to turn the lights on in. And maybe some food, I don't eat much, but them danged kids still think they need to eat every day for some strange reason. Silly children.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have never really minded being poor. I don't lack for much of anything that is important to me, mostly because there aren't very many things that money can buy which are important to me. Beyond paying the bills the only reason to have money as far as I can see, is to make life better, for yourself and those around you. And there are a lot of things I could make a lot better if I had the money to do them, but very little in my life would change, other than not having to stress out every damn day about whether or not I will have a roof over my head next month.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The hardest thing to deal with at the moment is that I know pretty much exactly what I want to do now with the rest of my life, and I think I can make a living at it, someday, but someday is probably going to be a long ways away, and I don't know if I have the time to wait. And, of course, in order to do what I want to do I am going to need to spend some money on it, long before I stand any chance of making any money from it. And it is entirely possible that I will never make any substantial money from it and it will prove to be just another of the many ways I have gone about wasting money I do not have on a feeble attempt to improve my lot in life which will do little to nothing beyond costing me money.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My gawd is it any wonder I am fucking crazy?!? How could anyone who is me, not be crazy? But the question remains, am I crazy because of my life, or is my life crazy because I am? I don't know anymore. At this particular moment in time I am not sure that I know much of anything except that I have to do something, even if it is wrong. Which it probably will be because I can't seem to do much of anything right.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I could probably really use some help from people who know what the heck they are doing, but since I am incapable of asking for help I am trying to figure out everything on my own and I am not having a lot of success at the moment. I am overwhelmed and under funded and not sure what the best way to go about doing all of this is or even if this is worth bothering doing. Is my having fun and bringing a tiny bit of joy to any one who happens upon it really worth a few hundred dollars when I don't have any hundreds of dollars? I guess when you consider how many thousands of dollars I have spent on quilting stuff that will never make me a dime this doesn't seem like such a bad idea. Especially when you consider how much I really do not even like quilting, but was just using it as a way to not face the reality that is my life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have been thinking about selling off a lot of my quilting stuff that I am never going to use and using that money to fund this project. Unfortunately I will probably have to explain to my husband at some point what I am doing and why, and I really don't want to do that. I am pretty sure he could be helpful and supportive, but I can't let him because I can't really explain what I am doing or how it is going to make any money any time soon. Mr. Logical and Practical is not going to like any of this very much I am afraid. I think I can justify it enough to get him to go along with it, but I would really like to not involve him any more than absolutely necessary. I just don't need the additional stress that he tends to bring to anything I try to do. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Okay, I think I have probably outdone myself in the talking in circles and never really saying anything category today. No wonder I can't get anyone to come read this stupid Blog, when I constantly fill it up with such ridiculously boring and stupid posts like this one what the heck did I expect? And if I can't even come up with enough interesting and entertaining crap to get people to come to this Blog, why on earth would I think I could come up with anything that would make them go anywhere else that I might be able to receive some form of monetary compensation from? Yes, I have officially lost my mind. But since I have never let that stop me before I really don't see any reason to start now. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hope somebody out there found something in here worth giggling at, and I would really like to hear from you if you are that somebody. I know, I know, I tell you all the time that I don't care if people don't like what I post, but I really do care very much if you <i><b>do</b></i> like what I post, and I would love to hear that from you once in a while. I know I am not very good at dealing with people, but I really do want to Love everyone, and to bring a little happiness into as many lives as possible, and it would probably be helpful if I had some kind of idea what I have to offer that would fulfill that intention. Pretty much everything I have written here, and most of what I have posted on my Facebook pages, are things that bring me some kind of enjoyment, but what is it that I post that you all find enjoyment in? What is it that you all want from me? Any positive input would be greatly appreciated.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I first started the Facebook Page, and then this Blog I really didn't have any plan for what I wanted to do with them. I certainly never expected them to grow to the proportions that they did, that is still just amazing to me. I have just been stumbling along, trying to find my footing, trying to define myself and my life and what the fuck I am doing here, and doing a pretty piss poor job of it most of the time because I really had no clue what I was doing or why I was doing it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">After two very short years I have come to learn a lot about what I really want to do with what is left of my life, and the results are far different than what I envisioned when I began this journey. By allowing myself this avenue of expression I have finally begun to see just how much I have been missing in my life, how much of myself I have sacrificed for the comfort of others. This simple experiment in self expression has led me to the discovery of so many things about myself that really shouldn't have surprised me nearly as much as they did. And I know there is so much more yet to discover, there is something inside me that is straining to break free of its confines and I can't help but feel this is going to be epic. Monumental, in a way that the Basket from last Spring never could even begin to match. I am becoming what I am meant to be, and she is so different from what I had been led to believe. What I have trying to be for the last quarter of a century is not who I am, I never felt as if who I really am was an acceptable person to be, until now.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am beginning to understand my place in this world, why I am the person I am, and now I just need to figure out how to do what I need to do to be who I am supposed to be. I have a lot of work ahead of me, but I am starting to get some idea of how to go about doing that work. Now, if I could only figure out how I am going to get someone to pay me for it, I would be in good shape. I really need a new source of income, preferably before we end up being homeless because we can't make the rent. As much as I hate money, we do need some to survive on this stupid planet these days, and our businesses are just not doing good enough at the moment to do that, so I need to figure out a new way to increase my income at least enough to be qualified as having one.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I know, I am probably talking in circles at you all again, sorry about that. That is just how my brain works. I am still trying to sort out the details of all that I have learned about myself, and I am still trying to figure out just exactly what the next steps will be in my attempts to create this new life that I am envisioning. As soon as I know what the heck I am talking about I am sure I will let you all know, but everything is still in the conceptualization phase, and I don't have a concrete concept to share with you just yet. Hopefully soon, but not yet.</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-4489235266102376922013-10-29T12:05:00.001-07:002013-10-29T12:05:52.783-07:00Totally Baked, And Then Deep-Fried<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello again Lovely Internet People! I was just sitting here enjoying my Tuesday and decided I would pop in here and see if we could find something interesting to talk about today. My wonderful husband, who almost never actually reads this Blog, has a delightful little habit of trying to tell me, at least once a day, what I should write about here. I really wish he would just write his own Blog and quit doing that, but he is just so darned helpful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I spent the entire day yesterday in the kitchen, in part due to that wonderful helpfulness of his. I started out in the morning making some pretzel bread rolls. I discovered something like them at the store last week and they were absolutely delicious so I set out to make my own. Unfortunately the recipe I found was only for a very small batch, 8 little rolls, that was all it made. So, after I finished the first batch, and determined they were almost as delicious as the ones from the store, I made another batch, this time doubling the recipe. Much better. Now there are enough that I even let the kids have some.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As I was cleaning up the kitchen from the last of the bread making, my wonderful husband decided that he wanted to make donuts, from scratch. Translated into normal English, this means he wanted me to make donuts from scratch, but he would cook them when they were all ready to be cooked (I don't do deep frying, that is his job). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Of course, being the glutton for punishment that I am, I decided that since I was going to be stuck in the kitchen for the rest of the night anyway, I might as well make dinner too. So I set about chopping all the veggies and meat to make fried rice. Of course chopping and cooking all that stuff meant that I didn't have the time to mix up the donut dough, so I had to do that after dinner.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once I finally had the dough made, kneaded, risen, punched down, rolled out, and cut into two dozen donuts, with a half dozen cinnamon rolls made from the scraps of dough leftover, and everything rising on the counter for the second time, the phone rang. It was my oldest (not-so-)long lost son, and this was the first time I had heard from him in over a month, so I really needed to talk to him. And of course my husband is watching a movie in the living room with the two youngest boys, so the TV is blaring while I am trying to talk on the phone, and deal with baking the cinnamon rolls, and making the icing for the donuts, and cleaning up the disaster area I had created in doing all of this cooking and baking shit. Fun times. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was almost 10 o'clock last night by the time my wonderful hubby finished cooking all the donuts, which I of course had to do the glazing of, but they were delicious, so I guess it was worth it. Of course the kids don't like them though, so now I have two dozen donuts to eat before they go bad, which if you know me you know that's not gonna happen, so I guess "worth it" becomes a relative term.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I did actually manage to get everything done, and the whole mess cleaned up and put back to normal before I went to bed last night. For me, that is a major accomplishment! So, <i><b>YAY ME!</b></i> (I couldn't resist, and decided there was no reason I should resist anyway; I don't know about the rest of you but I could use a lot more celebration in my life.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Well, now I have a kitchen full of good food to eat, and a head full of new ideas and good intentions, I guess I better sign outta here and see what other interesting things I can do today. If I come up with something really good I might be back, cause you know I cannot keep good things to myself very well. If I don't come up with anything good, well, then I will still be back, just with a whole lot of nothing to say, as usual.</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-64568948952045824682013-10-25T13:00:00.000-07:002013-10-25T13:00:40.983-07:00Fighting Back Against Bullies<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello there Lovely Internet People! I hope everyone out there on the interwebz is having a beautiful day! I shared an article this morning on my Facebook pages that contained a poem written by a beautiful young woman who had taken her own life in response to the bullying she was subjected to. You can find that story <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2474809/Izzy-Dixs-heartbreaking-poem-bullying-shortly-death.html#ixzz2ikjy0adv" target="_blank">here</a>, in case you missed it earlier. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now bullying is a topic that I have written about a lot, both here and on Facebook, so it shouldn't come as a shock to anyone when I tell you that I cannot stand bullies. What might be surprising if you haven't been paying attention, is that I acknowledge quite readily that I can be as much of a bully as anyone else. We are all bullies to one degree or another, it is just a part of human nature. And while I fully support all the efforts currently being made to bring awareness to the devastation that can result from the societal acceptance of such destructive behavior, I really don't think we are ever going to be able to stop bullying from happening. We should certainly keep trying, but I think there is a very important piece of the puzzle that we are missing here. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I really like the idea of the "Stand Up, Speak Out" campaign, but we need to take it much further. We need to be teaching kids how to defend themselves! No matter how hard we worked to eliminate bullying, it isn't going to happen, we can reduce it, but we won't ever be rid of it, because our society demands it. Everything in our lives today is a constant reminder of how demented our priorities have become, we are constantly told how damaged, or broken, or just plain fucked up we are by advertisers trying to sell us their latest miracle cure for how messed up they want us to believe our lives are. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Where are all the billions of dollars being spent on telling people that it is okay to accept themselves just as they are? Oh yeah, there is no profit in that. How can we convince people to sell their souls for our products if they like themselves? They might figure out they don't really need 90% of the crap that keeps us living the high life while they toil there lives away for that little carrot of lies we dangle just out of their reach. We can't have that now can we?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Yes, yes we fucking can have that! That is exactly what we need, and we need it desperately! We need to throw off the yoke and take back our lives. But, until that happens, we really need to give the kids who are being tormented and tortured every day the tools and the skills to defend themselves. I survived my adolescence solely because I had just enough of those skills to make it through the daily grind, if I had more of them, I might have been able to not just survive but to thrive, and that is what I want for every kid. They all deserve to thrive, to have the best possible life in the best possible world, and it is up to all of us to try to give them that opportunity.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So, now that I have finished my habitual long and circuitous route to get to the freakin point, what can someone who is being bullied do to protect themselves? You use whatever the heck you have to work with I guess. Humor and intelligence have always been my best defenses, but a quick foot to the groin has come in handy at times as well. I learned to use their words against them, to twist what they said against me into something that made them look as stupid as they were acting.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember in 8th grade, one of my usual tormentors started accusing me of being a "witch". No, not the kind with the "b" in front, an actual, magical type, hocus pocus witch. So I stood up <b><i>in front of the entire class</i></b>, and I put a "curse" on her. I waved my hands in the air and mumbled a few nonsensical words and then told her she had been cursed for all eternity. She freaked out! She spent weeks begging me to remove the curse! I never did. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Whatever rumor they tried to start, whatever assumptions they tried to make about me, I usually found a way to counter, by taking it and running with it. When they tried to get physically aggressive, I found the largest person in the school, and made her my best friend. She was 5' 11" tall and weighed in at over 350 pounds, in the eighth grade, and she was a bad ass! People tend to not want to fight you as much when they know they are going to pay for it, all I had to do was mention her name and they would scatter away like frightened little mice. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Because I had always been a target I chose to befriend the other targets. The outcasts, the "losers", the "rejects", those were my people, and they still are. I like real people. I have no interest in shallow, status quo loving people, never have. Different, weird, strange, these are some of the words they used to describe me, and I embraced those words, with every fiber in my being, I own them, and I take PRIDE in them!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Do not live your life in fear of the bullies. Never allow others to define who you are, and never believe that any one else can determine your value. And for goodness sakes remember, no matter how loud or insistent the negativity may be, there is 99 times more quiet positivity stand right there beside you. Just because you can't hear it at the moment doesn't now mean it is not there for you to gain strength from. We are out here, and we will love you, just the way you are, but you have to make it through the shit first so that we can have that chance.</span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-49012102374751981512013-10-23T12:24:00.000-07:002013-10-23T12:24:00.905-07:00Mother's Writing New Giggle Songs<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Hello again Lovely Internet People! I have been sitting here for nearly three hours staring at this blank page and trying to figure out what the heck to write about today. Drives me crazy when I do this. I have too many things to say, and to do, I don't have time to waste with indecision and writer's block. This shit really blows. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, now it is an entirely new day and now I do have some really good stuff to share with all of you. After the several hours I spent sitting here doing absolutely nothing I had a sudden inspiration yesterday afternoon and I took off running with it. And boy howdy did I run! It turns out I have another hidden talent that I was previously unaware of, and this one is turning out to be more fun than I ever could have imagined!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mother has ventured into the world of song writing! Well, not really, more like, song re-writing. If you have been around here since the beginning you probably don't remember me mentioning once, a long time ago, that when I was a teenager I had a major mind-crush on "Weird Al" Yankovic. Right up there with the one I had on George Carlin. While I enjoyed pretty much all the songs that "Weird Al" put out, I never really thought that I could ever do something like that. Until I tried. It turns out, not only can a write like that, but I think I might actually be pretty danged good at it!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I shared a couple of the songs that I re-wrote with a friend of mine in the music industry, and she said they were good! Then I shared some with my husband and the kids, and they all liked them too! Now, I realize that this is not a diversified audience sampling, but I am still going to take it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been going back and forth all night about whether or not I want to publish my new songs here in written form, or wait until I can record them myself before letting them out into the interwebz. I have decided I cannot wait. These are too much fun to keep hidden away. I wrote them, so I do own the copyrights to all of them, so don't try to steal them or I will be really sad. If you want to use them, I could easily be talked into selling you the right to do so, but I do expect to be credited, and maybe even paid. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Either way, I sure hope you all enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy re-writing them, because I have a whole bunch already done that I am going to share, and I hope to re-write a whole bunch more before this phase of my creative development is over. I am seriously having WAY too much fun with this shit!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I managed to chase a whole bunch of people off of my Facebook Page again yesterday. Actually, both my main Pages lost followers. Yay! I find it terribly funny that people get so mad at me for admitting to being poor and refusing to apologize for it. They get so angry, assuming that I am "getting something for nothing", and yet they forget that they are on my Page, doing just that. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No one pays me a dime for all the posting I do, here or there, you all get to enjoy it (or not) for absolutely free any time you want. And that is okay, but somehow it is not okay for me to be allowed to eat, or see a doctor when I am sick, simply because I don't make as much money as you? Gee, if you paid me for the work I do for you, maybe I would, didn't think of that now did ya?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am not sorry that I care far more about making this world a better place for all of us than I do about collecting vast amounts of your almighty dollar. I refuse to apologize for having a different set of priorities than you, especially since I believe with all my heart that my priorities are correct, and yours are not. You should really be apologizing to me! Your ignorance and selfishness are the reasons why I am poor anyway, because I refuse to emulate you. I refuse to believe that the value of a person has anything to do with their financial status and if you disagree, well, I am sorry, there is nothing I can do to make you use your brain or your heart, and that is your loss, not mine. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I work hard, every damn day. 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. I give back far more to my community than I have ever taken from it. Just because what I do is not done for monetary gain does not make it any less valuable to the people it helps. Just because I don't choose to participate in an established organization in order to help others, doesn't mean I am not helping. I am who I am, and I do what I do because of it. I don't ask for anything in return, but I do need to survive in order to continue doing it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you think poverty is something to be ashamed of, you have come to the wrong place. The only people who should be ashamed are the ones who cause the poverty, not the ones who endure it. I am not poor because I am lazy, or lacking in intelligence or work ethic. I am poor because I just don't give a shit about money. I care about people. I care about learning. I care about helping people learn. I care about Love. I care about a lot of things, but I do not care about money, or appearances, or what you think of me. Not even a little bit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can curse me, condemn me, mock me, or vilify me as you choose, but you will not change me. Many before you have tried, and failed, as miserably as you will fail. I am who I am for a reason, and I am here for a reason, I have a purpose and a mission, and just because you cannot understand it does not diminish it in the least, it only diminishes you in your refusal to open your eyes and your heart to the world around you. And that is not my problem, it is yours.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have been reading a lot of really sickening and disturbing comments lately on articles which reported on the sexual assaults of women and even children! I don't know where all of those disgusting individuals are being created, but who ever is doing it really needs to fucking STOP! Those people are sick in the head and they need a serious dose of some fucking reality, STAT! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I do not care how a woman dresses, how much she drinks, or where she chooses to go, there is NEVER any time when it is okay for one person (or a group of persons) to force sex upon an unwilling participant. PERIOD. End of fucking discussion. I don't care if the woman is a Prostitute who decides to walk down the street buck naked while incoherently intoxicated, no one has the right to touch her without her damn consent! EVER!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">To the best of my knowledge I have never been raped. I have experienced two attempted date rapes, and one attempted gang rape, but I escaped all of those encounters basically physically unharmed. I was lucky, in part because I was smart, but mostly because I was just fucking lucky. There was not a damn thing that I did to cause any of those situations, women do NOT cause rape. (With the exception of course of those women who are the aggressors in a sexual assault, I know there are some of those out there too). Maybe I should rephrase that, Victims do NOT EVER cause rape! There, that's better. Rapists cause rape, only rapists, always rapists.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The incredible double standards we have about sex in our modern world are beyond revolting and idiotic. A man who brags about having sex with multiple partners is glorified, but a woman who does that is vilified. He's a Stud, she's a Slut. No. Fuck you. Neither are correct. Unless you are one of the partners, its none of your damn business, keep your stereotypes and labels to your damn self.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Seriously. Get the hell out of other people's sex lives. It is none of your damn business. Period. Sex is a normal natural human need. Human beings are designed specifically to enjoy sex, especially women! Women are all born with one special body part that has absolutely no other purpose in its existence, except to provide her with pleasure, sexual pleasure. If you think this was an accident, or a mistake in design, well then you best take that up with your infallible "God" and leave the rest of us out of it! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The body of any individual is sovereign territory. NO ONE has the right to violate that territory without your consent at any time, for any reason. Period. It does not matter how you dress, where you go, what you do, how much money a person spends on you, or anything else, no one has a right to force themselves upon you EVER. </span></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-70750908981188477792013-10-17T14:39:00.002-07:002013-10-17T14:40:53.607-07:00Bullies Are Morons<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hello there Lovely Internet People! Happy Spirit Day everyone! For those who don't know what Spirit Day is, I found <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirit_Day" target="_blank">this link</a> on Wikipedia which explains the origin and intent of the day. And, although the day is meant as a show of support to the LGBT youths in particular, I think it is a good day to remember that every child, every person, in the world deserves to be treated with dignity and respect.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hope ALL of you out there are doing your part to teach your children and grandchildren not to bully others for their differences. I fucking hate bullies! Every last freaking one of them! And I especially hate it when they drag me down to their level and leave me no alternative than to bully them right back! From the terrorists holding our nation hostage to their outrageously hateful ideologies, to the corporate media forcing unrealistic and unhealthy standards on everything down our collective throats every damn day, to the little punk on the playground demoralizing his classmates to hide his own inferiority complex. I cannot stand any of them! And to anyone who says that Bullying is a normal part of life and people should just "grow a thicker skin", to you I say : FUCK YOU YOU SICK FUCKING DOUCHE-BAGS! Don't like it? Well, grow a thicker skin. Or better yet, try being a better human being! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am so sick and tired of the apologists trying to pretend that Bullying is no big deal. It is a HUGE fucking deal and if you cannot see that you are probably part of the fucking problem. "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me" = BULLSHIT! Words leave scars that never heal. Words destroy lives, destroy families, destroy nations. Words are powerful, far more powerful than any stick or stone could ever be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was never physically beaten as a child, not by my family, not by the kids at school, not by anyone. But I was beaten bloody on a daily basis by the words of cruel and heartless kids and well-meaning but ill-informed adults. I have spent the better part of my life being told, basically on a daily basis, how utterly worthless and and completely unworthy I am to even be allowed to breath the same air as other people. Don't tell me that is not supposed to hurt. And don't tell me to just "get over it". It doesn't work that way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">People are people. We are all different, and we are all the same. Life is difficult enough on this planet without the constant need to place others beneath you. That is what we really need to "get over". Our differences are our strengths, and while I understand that being fearful of that which is different is an evolutionary survival skill that served us well at one time, it no longer serves us, at all. It only limits us, all of us. The way to a happy world does not lie in minimizing or minimalizing our differences, the answer is to acknowledge and celebrate our differences and to learn to collaborate our strengths, not clobber each other with them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I understand that all bullies are essentially fearful and insecure individuals who think their self worth depends upon finding someone they can step on in order to lift themselves out of their shallow dreary lives, but there is a better way. A much easier way even. Get over it. Quit taking your problems out on other people and try accepting yourself for who and what you are. Quit hiding from your truth and using your own fears as an excuse to punish those who refuse to hide from theirs. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I want to make this point VERY freaking clear, <u><i><b>Bullying others is a sign of weakness and stupidity</b></i></u>. PERIOD. <i>When you put down someone else you are telling everyone that you believe you are the "unworthy" one.</i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="screen-name"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Now that I have a constant influx of new information and entertainment again, I have found a whole bunch of new topics that I will be trying to write about in the coming days and weeks. And I am starting with Ms. Oprah Winfrey and the incredibly stupid thing she said recently during an interview with the incredible Ms. Diana Nyad. Now I am going to preface this by stating clearly, upfront, that I have never been a fan of Oprah, nor have I ever been a detractor. I admire her strengths and her talents and much of the good work she has done, but I never really paid a whole lot of attention to her, or her shows, or much of anything else she has done. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="screen-name"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But when she told another human being that they weren't really what they thought they were because their beliefs don't line up with her stereotypes, I was aghast! That just floored me. Excuse me Ms. Winfrey, but you are the last person on this planet who should be perpetuating such terrible awful things as ignorant stereotypes! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="screen-name"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am an Atheist and I do experience massive amounts of awe and wonder at the world around me! I just don't relegate those wondrous things to being the work of silly little fairy tales full of bile and oppression. I absolutely believe in the <b><i>realities </i></b>of miracles and magic, but I know they are always the result of science and nature, not wishful thinking. There is no need for God or religion in order to be awed by the beauty of our world, to state otherwise makes you look like an idiot. I am no less of a person for choosing to favor facts and reality over some imaginary friend in the sky, and for someone like Ms. Winfrey to try to belittle or denigrate me and those like me for not believing in her little friend is outrageous and sickening. A woman of your life experience really should know better than to denigrate others based upon ridiculously ignorant stereotypes! I will be waiting patiently for my apology, even though I know I will never receive it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="screen-name"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Until Next Time ... </span></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14444101192730200715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886446877901567793.post-68484953785774967922013-10-10T12:07:00.001-07:002013-10-10T12:08:16.562-07:00Dear Malala Yousafzai<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dear Malala,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You do not know me, and I certainly do not know you, but I have followed your story since the day it first crossed the world to reach me. Like millions of other people around the world I have watched in rapt awe at the journey you have taken and the strength and courage you have shown in the face of unspeakable evil. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today I heard you speak for the first time. For months I have heard hundreds of people expressing their wish to adopt you as their own child because of the inspiration that you are, and I sincerely understand their desire. But after listening to you speak today, it is my most fervent, heart felt wish, that you would adopt me! You may have only seen 16 years on this planet, but you are the wisest and the oldest soul I have ever had the intense pleasure of encountering. You are a true hero. I salute you. I applaud you. I support you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Mostly I just want to Thank You. Your courage and wisdom serve as the greatest testament to the truth of what you fight for and in that I hope I can someday grow up to be just like you. Thank you for putting words to what I have always known, and for having the strength to stand up and speak out so much sooner than I did. And please tell your parents that I Thank Them as well, for supporting and enabling your voice, the entire world owes them a great debt of gratitude for their gift of you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sincerely, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One Mother who is Extremely Pleased to have people like You in this world!</span></span><br />
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