Using quotes

I think its funny…We use quotes all the time, and don’t think twice about taking them out of context (this applies to two particular blogs I’ve seen today, ironically both deal with religions). While I do the same thing, and actually ENJOY taking them out of context and using them for my own purposes, I have to laugh when I see someone using a quote that comes from a book that totally goes against their virtues and beliefs. Its just funny to me.

This is the end…

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

(compliments of The Doors)

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Seriously, all I have to say is, its really funny to read blogs…and then consider running naked through Blogivania….

Gas station religion

The funniest thing happened to me yesterday…
I was filling up my massive gas tank (think Ford Expedition, think $80 for 3/4 tank of gas when the gas prices were at $3.45 per gallon, think no gas station visit when prices were $4 per gallon, talk about feeling trapped!!) and thanking the great Goddess up above about how wonderful it is to have $3.25 per gallon gas (and how fabulously fun it was to fill up the tank in Latrobe last week at $2.20 per gallon!)…but I digress…
There was this fun, upbeat song on and the music was really loud for some reason. It was a song I had never heard, and when the chorus came on, I literally froze in my spot to hear: “Tell everyone, Jesus is alive!” I couldn’t believe they were playing religious music at *MY* gas station!
What made me really laugh was trying to figure out *WHO* in the gas station would have put the music on…
Definatetly not the Middle Eastern owner…
Definately not Late Night Ghetto Girl…
Definately not Native American I Don’t Smile Woman…
Definately not “Look at my new toy! I can hear people a quarter of a mile away!” / “They had to put my friend’s pit bull to sleep because it bit their child” Man…
No clue…perhaps it was a sign? 😉

My recent bout of deliquescence

I’m trying hard to get back on track. And for all of you who have written wondering where I am and what’s going on, thank you! It means so much to me to know that you are thinking of me.

I was at my family’s this past week, but am home again. You should be seeing more of me starting Thursday or Friday. Tomorrow Michael and I will be going to visit with his grandparents and Thursday we are hoping to hit the zoo. I’ll check in when I can.

Get your Christ On and Kick it Jesus Style

Get your Christ On and Kick it Jesus Style

A collaborative blog based on a true movie. 😉

Warning: you might go to hell just by reading it…

Mullets in DCUrbanesia

mullet: Pronounced “MUHL LET”: A hairstyle in which the front is cut trim, but the back is long, left wild and often uncut. Even when the back is cut, it is still longer than the front. It is the sign of the redneck. Alternate names include: Ape Drape. Beaver Paddle. Bi – Level. Camero Cut. Buisness in the front, Party in the back. Canadian passport. Coupe Longveuil. El-camino. Hockey hair. Kentucky waterfall. Missouri comprimise. Mudflap. Neckwarmer. Ranchero. Shlonc (short + long). Achy-breaky-bad-mistakey. Soccer rocker. Squirrel pelt. Tennessee tophat. Yep-nope. Mmmmmmmmmmmm…Mullet. (Source)

You know, I’m not the most fashionably savvy gal in the world, but I do feel that I am allowed to comment on mullets, due to my childhood and early adulthood in western and central Pennsylvania (aka two of the places where even today you can find mullets of all sizes and shapes). Please, I even saw (still see!) this often:

rat tail: a rather nappy type of mullet carefully trimed so that the hair in the middle at the base of the skull forms a single, disturbingly long, strand resembling that of a rat’s tail; often spotted on young ratty looking children whose parents don’t know any better than to get them a decent haircut {edited to add: which by the way falls under the “child abuse” category at this source}.(Source) {oh, and I don’t take any responsibility for definition number one of rat tail}

But that’s in western and central Pennsylvania, people. Not here in big city DCUrbanesia!! Oh, but how wrong I was proven this morning. Yep, in my beloved Starbucks, I was confronted with a femullet. Oh, and just in case:

femullet (fem-mullet): there are many varieties of the femullet–and contrary to popular belief, not all femullets are dykemullets, but all dykemullets are definitely femullets. (Source)

Ok, now, here is what disturbs me. No, I don’t care if women want to look masculine (or if men want to look feminine for that matter), but a MULLET?? Make a decision which way you want to look, people! I find it particularly disturbing when I cannot explain away the mullet by saying that the bangs were just cut funny. (You know, when the hair is one half inch short everywhere except the very last lower inch of hair which reaches to the waist? Yeah, that disturbs me!)

I suppose its the fact that I consider us living ‘in the city without being in the city’ and I just don’t expect to see ‘country hair’ here. Perhaps that explains the shock I felt when I walked into my second home and found her standing there. And yes, I know it was a woman for sure. How, you ask? Well, the fact that she had a white t-shirt with the arms cut off and no apparent bra on…yeah, that did it for me. I will say this, though…for a late 30s early 40s woman driving a celery colored minivan, she had some awesome tats on her arms…

Re: A Certain “Stalkering”

He really isn’t a little person. Yes, vertically challenged. Yes, shorter than I, but only by a few inches (aka his eyes around my chin height). Yes, I know this because he stood no less than two feet away from me as I disciplined my child in the grocery store during the original “stalkering.”
During the most recent “stalkering,” I was subjected to multiple views of him. Still short, but not a dwarf. In order to back up my thoughts that this guy (as creepy as he is) is not a little person, I present to you this definition of dwarfism:

Dwarfism is a condition in which a person, animal or plant is much below the ordinary size of the species. When applied to people, it implies not just extreme shortness, but a degree of disproportion. Dwarfism is now rarely used as a medical term and is sometimes (but not always) considered impolite or pejorative. Today, the term little person tends to be preferred.

Little person (as opposed to big person), and short-statured are currently preferred terms to refer to a person with extreme, disproportionate shortness. Dwarf is sometimes perceived as having negative connotations, although the term is often used by those affected. The plural is dwarfs — dwarves is used only for the imaginary creature. In the 19th century both dwarf and midget were ordinary medical terms referring to persons of disproportionate and proportionate shortness, respectively. Like many other older medical terms, they became primarily pejorative as they entered popular use. Midget is now considered offensive in all contexts to most, but not all, little people.

(All previous info from this source page).

And just to add the clincher:

Q: What is the definition of dwarfism?
A: Little People of America (LPA) defines dwarfism as a medical or genetic condition that usually results in an adult height of 4’10” or shorter, among both men and women, although in some cases a person with a dwarfing condition may be slightly taller than that. (Little People of America FAQ page.)

Oh, and just so you know, mad props out to my girliegirl, Liss, for overcoming her original fear of “stalkering” just to get some tea. Rock on! (((HUGS)))

Just some thoughts along the way

I know you’ve missed my writings. I can tell you that I haven’t had much to say online lately. Mostly because I am overwhelmed with everything going on in the world, like many of you out there. So anyway, here I am. 🙂

I just want to tell everyone one thing: everything is political. Even the media. If I were you, I would remember that everything that everyone says stems from an agenda. Keep in mind that things like NEVER, FOREVER, ALWAYS are extremes that really don’t exist in our world (hence the phrase “exception to every rule”). For those of you who are condemning everyone who is working their asses off to help the hurricane victims and saying that they aren’t doing enough, all I have to say is this:

-Oh, sure, like working 20 hours out of a day to rescue, provide medical help, shelter and comfort to a dazed and confused person who has lost everything except their own life isn’t exhausting? Not even close to how exhausted YOU feel cleaning your damn house that is still standing…

-Walmart ONLY donated $15M to help the victims. How dare they ONLY donate $15M? I mean, really, compared to what YOU donated, even percentage comparison, SURELY they could send more?? Yeah, get off YOUR ass and donate the same percentage of YOUR personal income that they did.

-And I quote “Well they are the dumbasses who didn’t leave when they had fair warning that this was coming!” So does that imply that they DESERVE what happened to them? And do you mean to tell me that you truly believe that every single person who stayed behind had the means to evacuate? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice their Jags sitting in their driveways…

-And I quote again “I can’t believe THOSE PEOPLE are looting!” Um, yeah, I think its silly to be taking plasma tvs and such, but medicine, food, and clothing? Shelter? ABSOLUTELY! I’d like to see you sitting there after watching half of your family disappear in the depths of nasty water and not provide for the ones who are living without looting. Go for it-prove me wrong.

-More should have been done before the storm hit. Yes, ABSOLUTELY. But guess what? Quit your bitching and help now! We can’t change the damn past, all we can do is help these people put their lives back together.

Have you helped? Or have you just bitched? Don’t have money? (How’s that pack of smokes treating you? Did you have fun out at dinner last night?) How about canned foods, clothing or other non-perishables that you aren’t using? Go take them to the Salvation Army for them to take to the people who have NOTHING?

And while you’re at it, do what the kids in my neighborhood did: set up a lemonaid stand to raise money for those amazing survivors who have their whole lives to rebuild. Have hope and have a dream that even the tiniest bit WILL help someone!

You know what the absolute worst part about this post is? The people who will read it are all people who will have helped and have giving hearts and good souls.

What a compliment…

Seriously!

Can someone help me with putting this as my title image?

I can’t get it in the right spot to save my life….so I’m going to share it here for S&G. If you have any clue how to get it in the right spot, let me know! 😀