Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Melancholy


mel·an·chol·y

noun, plural -chol·ies, adjective

noun

1. a gloomy state of mind, especially when habitual or prolonged; depression.

2. sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.

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3. Archaic .

a. the condition of having too much black bile, considered in ancient and medieval medicine to cause gloominess and depression.

b. black bile.

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adjective

4. affected with, characterized by, or showing melancholy; mournful; depressed: a melancholy mood.

5. causing melancholy or sadness; saddening: a melancholy occasion.

6. soberly thoughtful; pensive.

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I feel Melancholy.

I'm not depressed, but I am in a gloomy state of mind.

I do NOT have black bile.

Whatever that is.

Do you ever doubt yourself?

Your likableness? (is that even a word?)

Wonder why people like you?

Just feel like lying in bed - with some beautiful, very large, in shape man, cuddling me, rubbing my back and hair - maybe humming (in tune of course) until I feel better?

- hey it's my melancholy and if someone is going to rub my back to lift it I want a big, buff, gentle man to do it.

But I ONLY want him to hum - no talking please.

And no sex. In my Melancholy state I only want comfort.

Back rubbing.

Hair petting.

Silence.

Except the humming - I think it's soothing.

Because you know that my big buff man is going to have a voice that has perfect pitch.

Not like mine - I can't hold a tune with a bucket.

He is my fantasy.

And I already feel better, thinking of him rubbing my back.

I wonder if I'm low on Vitamin D again...

I need to take my vitamins... I'm going to take my vitamins....

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Barak Apologizes to Bush

Just in case you can't find it online...
http://townhall.com/columnists/larryelder/2011/03/31/president_obama_apologizes_to_president_bush/page/full/

President Barack H. Obama

The White House
Dear George,
The Gulf oil spill opened my eyes.
As with Hurricane Katrina, it happened suddenly. I barked out orders. I pounded my desk. But the oil kept flowing. Worse, the nation watched it all on television and said: "Why doesn't the President do something? Doesn't he care?" From then on, I fully understood both the expectations and the limitations of this job.
I ran on "hope and change." I said I would bring the sides together. The American people, I told Republicans who opposed my stimulus plan, have spoken. And "I won."
So without any of the bipartisan support you received for your tax cuts, my stimulus passed, and I confidently predicted it would prevent unemployment from reaching 8 percent. It climbed to 10.2 percent.
Without a single Republican vote, we passed "ObamaCare." But half of the states' attorneys general filed suit to stop it. And a year after its passage, most Americans want it repealed.
My party lost its House majority and its Senate supermajority. Voters wanted smaller government. Turns out voters wanted to retain the "Bush tax rates" -- even for the rich -- which I campaigned against. Again, the American people had spoken.
The morning starts, as you know, with an intelligence briefing. My goodness, does America have enemies -- hateful, violent, vicious enemies all over the world who are determined to destroy this nation! Our job is to prevent them from succeeding -- all of them, all of the time.
I labeled you a cowboy, promised humility and offered enemy countries an "outstretched hand" for their "unclenched fist." But calling the Global War on Terror an "overseas contingency operation" not only failed to deter the Islamofascists from wanting to kill us, it suggested a weakness that only strengthened their resolve.
Al-Qaida, Hezbollah, Hamas and the mullahs who run Iran, I learned, couldn't care less that I'm a person of color, born to a Muslim father from Kenya, and who lived in Indonesia. They hate us still.
Guantanamo Bay exists for a reason. It imprisons the worst of the worst. No other country will take these terrorists, and many former detainees have returned to the fight.
Gitmo is among many of your "Bush era" terror-fighting policies that I not only retained but, in some cases, even expanded. What once seemed reckless and wrongheaded, I now see as prudent attempts to strike that difficult balance between safety and freedom.
I came into this job eight years after September 11, 2001. I cannot imagine 3,000 Americans killed on my watch. I cannot imagine polls showing that 90 percent of us anticipated another attack within 12 months of the first, perhaps with chemical or biological weapons. I can imagine how you must have blamed yourself during those long, dark days, and spent every waking hour asking, "What can I do so this never happens again?"
This brings me to the Iraq War, a mission I once called "dumb."
Seventy-six percent of Americans, at the time, supported your decision. You obtained approval from Congress. By contrast, 47 percent support my actions in Libya, less support than for any military action taken in the last 40 years. Unlike you, I did not seek approval from Congress even though I once said the Constitution requires it.
Thanks to the Iraq War, Libya's Moammar Gadhafi surrendered his WMD. He poses no direct threat to America and cannot use these terrible weapons on his own people. Saddam Hussein, on the other hand, invaded his neighbors, used chemical weapons on his own people and shot at our planes patrolling the no-fly zones. All 16 of our intelligence agencies thought he possessed stockpiles of WMD, a prospect that threatened to make the 9/11 carnage look small.
I even opposed the "surge" in Iraq and predicted its failure. I now see this unpopular decision for what it was -- one of the most courageous decisions ever made by any of the 43 Americans who have sat behind this desk.
I vividly recall shaking my head during the speech you made to make the case for the "dumb" war. A disapproving New York Times wrote: "President Bush sketched an expansive vision. ... Mr. Bush talked about establishing a 'free and peaceful Iraq' that would serve as a 'dramatic and inspiring example' to the entire Arab and Muslim world ..."
Now I understand why, in 2008, you signed National Security Presidential Directive-58, Advancing the Freedom Agenda: "To protect America, we must defeat the ideology of hatred by spreading the hope of freedom. Over the past seven years, this is exactly what the administration has done."
It began with newly liberated Afghans and Iraqis who risked their lives by leaving their homes to vote for the first time. Your Freedom Agenda ignited the promising, historic "hope and change" we are now witnessing all throughout the Arab and Muslim world.
You were right. I was wrong. The nation -- and the world -- owes you a huge debt of gratitude.
Let's do lunch and then sneak in a round of golf. The "near beer" is on me.
With respect and appreciation,
Barack

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

God is talking to our politicians. Wow!

God is apparently talking to American politicians in Washington.

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/ticket/bachmann-claims-hurricane-earthquake-were-god-messages-politicians-155051199.html

And apparently he's angry about their fiscal irresponsibility.

So he sent the winds and rains in the form of a hurricane.

Then he still wasn't happy so he rumbled in disgust and caused an earthquake.

And the words that were coming out of his mouth were apparently these:

'Are you going to start listening to me here?' Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now.'

Wow.

God is really sticking up for us Americans.

And he really likes to talk to Michele Bachmann apparently.

He speaks to her before votes.

He spoke to her before she got married.

And he's speaking to her now.

I find this incredible.

And not in a good way.

I cannot believe a person who has talked so openly about talking to God was able to be considered for President.

Let's forget for a second that in America we have SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE.

This women needs meds.

Serious meds.

She's hearing voices people.

She's having visions.

In most people this would be a sign to go to the doctor and have tests.

I don't understand why no one is putting her on a 72 hour hold.

Can you help me understand?

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Why is my brain going straight down the drink?

I can't seem to remember anything.

Well anything I want to blog about.

I remember at work - but I can't blog at work.

And by the time I get home, feed the babies, eat dinner, and take the babies to the park, it's time to go to bed.

Or I read a book.

And I don't remember what it was that I wanted to blog about during the day.

Pathetic!

I guess I can catch you up on life...

Katie has leash aggression.

We're dealing with it - it's getting better.

If it's not pretty much dealt with in the next week we'll send her off to day school so a trainer can nip it in the bud.

My little Cujo...



She doesn't look mean does she?  She really isn't - but she sounds like it.  So it freaks people out.  Which makes it hard to get a person to agree to let us approach them so Katie can get over her fear.  Because that's the issue.  She's scared.  But when a person let's us approach she gets quiet and then tries to play.

After all she is only 5 1/2 months old.  Although at about 60lbs she doesn't look much like a puppy anymore.

She definitely doesn't look like this:


How in the world Stephen King managed to make a vicious St Bernard believable is beyond me.

That man is scary.

But you can't put his books down once you start them - so I don't even try because the last time I started one - I couldn't put it down and I had horrible vivid nightmares for weeks.

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Guess what we are doing this week?!

Buying a house!

Here is the front view:


This was the best part of the house and the main reason why we chose it!  The sun room:


And here is a photo of the living room.


I can't wait to move in!

These are the two biggest things going on in my world today...

What's goin' on in your neck of the woods?

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Books that are suppose to be fluff, but aren't...

I read a book yesterday that was suppose to be a bit of fluff - you know sex, romance, happily ever after.

I got the sex, the romance, the happily ever after, but I also got something that had a deeper meaning.

Well, if you wanted to look at it that way, and if you were a dog lover.

It was scifi - Aliens were in a war with Terrans (humans that originated from Earth) who had started a war with what they thought were push over, peace lovin' Aliens.

Turns out they were peace loving, but not push overs.

A lot of Terrans found themselves captured and sold as pets.

Well pampered pets.

Like my dogs.

Some were allowed on the couch, some not.

Some owners allowed their pets on the bed, some didn't.

They were spoiled and pampered.

There were animal cruelty officers to ensure they were being treated well and not abused.

The pets could understand some words - i.e. good boy, no, and their names, simple things like this.

The owners could understand some of what the pets were trying to communicate.

The four in the story were purchased by a wealthy person who treated them well, made arrangements for them in case of his death.

Which happened.

They were well cared for by his heir.

They didn't live as long as the aliens (like dogs don't live as long as we do).

They were treated well in their old age (they had them for about 40 years so they were well into their 60's).

And then they started dying.  3 of them died within a week of each other, and the 4th one was so distraught by it that he didn't eat or drink for days.

So they had to euthanize him.

Then there was an epilouge - by the Alien.  He talked about how he loved them, would miss them, and he wondered if he made the right choice.

The way he spoke about his pets was similar to how I felt when Gabi passed away last year.

That's when it hit me - this book could be about our pets and us.

What if our dogs were actually aware and had their own language.  We understand some of what they try to communicate, they understand some of what we tell them.

They are pampered, loved, and cared for - differently by different people.

We do euthanize when we believe it's in the best interest of the animal.

And when we love them we agonize over the decisions we make.

It made me sad.  It made me miss Gabi all over again.

It not something I expected from a fluff novel.

To think.

I read them to escape.

NOT to THINK.

I loved this book but I won't read it again.

Not like I usually do.

Friday, August 19, 2011

It's the weekend!

I'm so glad it's the weekend.

I can't even tell you.

We had dinner and drinks tonight.

Yum.

So I'm a bit tipsy.

LIG!

(Life is good)

Really good!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Bert and Ernie, Sex, and Sesame Street

I saw an article this morning that was talking about how some guy had started a petition, which about 5,500 people had signed, to say Bert and Ernie are gay and should get married on Sesame Street.

http://www.wmal.com/article.asp?id=2258901&SPID=28718

W.T.F?!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Can't we just leave one thing alone?  Can't children have just one thing that has no underlying meaning other than play nice with one another?

Do we have to bring sex into Sesame Street?!

Can't I have one thing from MY childhood that is still the same, fun loving, sweet thing that is was?

Must you taint everything with sexual meanings, political leanings, and your adult crap?

Can't Bert and Ernie just be? 

Seriously what 4 year old is going to look at them and say; "Mommy, why are Bert and Ernie living in sin?  Shouldn't they be married before they go to bed and have sex?"

No. 

A small child is not going to think that.  What they are thinking - what I was thinking - is wow I want to have a sleep over with my best friend too.

What's the next thing these fools are going to petition to do? 

Add graphic illustrations of sex on Sesame Street? 

You know just so kids know that it's o.k. and all.

If you want Bert and Ernie to have sex, leave it in your own home in your own imagination. 

Leave it out of mine.

Kid's should learn about relationships and sex the same way I did.

Uncomfortable conversations with your parents (one when I was 9 that scared the shit out of me).  And romance novels.

And if you want to explore same sex relationships get the same sex romance novels. 

Actually, the same sex ones are pretty good too - I highly recommend them regardless of your sexual orientation!

They are HOT, HOT, HOT!