Sarah Palin and the Dinosaurs

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Religion needs to steer clear regarding rights and not mix them with beliefs.

I’m concerned.

I’m a concerned mother, wife, daughter, grand-daughter, and future grand-mother.

Sarah Palin has an issue with the Dinosaurs and it has something to do with her RELIGION. A lot of her views have something to do with her religion, and I am a true believer of keeping church out of government.

I’m not saying that we shouldn’t say the Pledge…because we should. It stands for the foundation of our Nation.

I’m not saying that our government shouldn’t observe Religious Holidays…because we should…All Religions…

And I’m not saying that our schools (government run) shouldn’t teach creationism along with evolution…because we should (as Alternative Thoughts…the same with fundamentals of ALL religions…including Mormons, Christians, Catholics, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Atheists, etc…it just gives us multiple view points…

I just believe that Religion needs to steer clear regarding RIGHTS and not mix them with beliefs.

I’m personally not particularly clear (with Googling) when the dinosaurs existed, but I’m pretty certain it was more than 6,000 years ago. I’m also a Catholic. Practicing, but the Pope wouldn’t really agree with my views.

I also want to credit Tina Fey with the spot on characterization on Mrs. Palin. The Bush Doctrine? That was like the final question at the Mrs. America Beauty Pageant and Mrs. Sarah Palin failed miserably. We gave a lot of cow dung to the poor girl from South Carolina, Caitlin Upton, that blundered the map question…I personally associate Mrs. Sarah Palin’s response to the Bush Doctrine to the following…and I quote Miss Upton…

“I personally believe that us Americans

are unable to do so because Osama.

People out there

in our nation

don’t have that,

And I believe that our education

like such as south Africa and

such as the Iraq.

everywhere “such as”.

And I believe our education

should help the US

should help the south Africa

and the Iraq

and the Asian countries

so we can build up

our future.”

And Now Mrs. Palin on the Bush Doctrine…

GIBSON: Do you agree with the Bush doctrine?

PALIN: In what respect, Charlie?

GIBSON: The Bush — well, what do you — what do you interpret it to be?

PALIN: His world view.

GIBSON: No, the Bush doctrine, enunciated September 2002, before the Iraq war. PALIN: I believe that what President Bush has attempted to do is rid this world of Islamic extremism, terrorists who are hell bent on destroying our nation. There have been blunders along the way, though. There have been mistakes made. And with new leadership, and that’s the beauty of American elections, of course, and democracy, is with new leadership comes opportunity to do things better.

GIBSON: The Bush doctrine, as I understand it, is that we have the right of anticipatory self-defense, that we have the right to a preemptive strike against any other country that we think is going to attack us. Do you agree with that?

PALIN: Charlie, if there is legitimate and enough intelligence that tells us that a strike is imminent against American people, we have every right to defend our country. In fact, the president has the obligation, the duty to defend.

In simple terms, The Bush Doctrine is meant to protect the United states in a preemptive war…a strike…to protect this country from harm and terrorist attacks. What I understand from my own interpretation of the poetry reading is that Mrs. Palin thinks that we’re riding the world of Islamic extremists. My concern here is….what is the difference between Islamic Extremists and Christian Extremists and Jewish Extremists and Mormon Extremists and Buddhist Extremists and Catholic Extremists. What Mrs. Sarah Palin should have said is that the Bush Doctrine is protecting our country from whack jobs and terrorists and that we have a right to protect ourselves…so that got me thinking….

Republicans believe in minimal government involvement…”light” government.

The Republican Party won’t put a “Pro-Choice” candidate on their ballot because of the religious extremists holding on to their ticket and paying the bills. (And from an economic viewpoint, what are they really getting out of that one?)

Sarah Palin is an Evangelical Christian…wow…not that I really understand why all of these Christian religions divert from Catholicism-besides that fact that some short guy that is dead wanted a new wife…and thought that he could create his own church to do it.

Terrorists are typically extremist religious folks and most likely don’t like Women, or give them any credit for their existence…(Just ask my neighbor and his ten paces behind wife…and BTW, the signs are STILL UP, although I’ve become numb to the anger).

I’m disappointed.

I’m disappointed that Sarah Palin didn’t know better than to use one of her kids names as the password on her Yahoo! account…duh! Willow, Piper…TrigVan? It’s disgusting. Mr. R’s old company broke into his Google account and had that info, and it’s just so gross – but really, Sarah…you’re going for the big button clearance. Certainly you should have a password that is more complicated!

You know, I stopped my brilliant career for my family, and we’re not in crisis. Sometime you lay low when you’ve got ‘issues’. Timing is everything.

I’m disappointed that Sarah Palin is under investigation for the Police Dude’s firing…and yes, if he screwed over my sister, I’d do that same thing…

I’m disappointed that the Republican Party couldn’t find SOMEONE else…someone that didn’t have so much dirty laundry out there.

It’s not about experience. It’s not about her being the first Republican VP candidate that’s a woman (yeah! Best move by McCain yet), I’ll give it to her, she’s my idol. I’d love to be a governor in eight years after paying my dues as a dutiful wife and mother…start as the Mayor of Suburbia…perfect. I’m proud of John McCain for having the brilliance to get her on his resurrected ticket. I’m just disappointed.

Disappointed in the economy. Disappointed in the Presidential candidates.

Disappointed that the Republican VP candidate doesn’t have the strength of her intelligence to believe that the dinosaurs were around 200 million years ago. Sarah Palin is off by 199,994,000 years.

I was fired up when I heard that McCain had put a woman on the ticket. Now I feel that I’m back to the tallest midget contest. What’s the point?

BTW, the OMAMA ads below…I have NO control over that, although if you Click them, I’ll get paid…and AIG will take 40%…

Stay at Home Mom, Beth Robinson, Snubbed at DNC

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When is the Stay At Home Mom coming? And then…here she appeared.

Where Did she GO????

I’m just sayin’….

I literally sat on my couch watching CNN, surviving through Bill Clinton’s speech on “Why I should vote for Obama”, and waited for the “Stay at Home Mom”, Beth Robinson, to speak. She got a Prime Time Spot! Whoo Hoo. Tell it girl!

I thought, “yeah, maybe she’ll sway me…”. So I listened to Bill, which was advertised as 10 minutes and swept to 30 minutes. Bill was a young, Vibrant, and relatable President. He was HUMAN. His speech wasn’t real. It was like he had an agenda and had a guy in a smokey room threatening to cut off his ass posse if he didn’t set it straight. At times, it was hypocritcal. Why would you say that someone other than your wife (who also ran) was the best person for the job rather than saying, “It’s time for the Democratic Party to Unite and get the Republican Policies out of Office” Saying someone else was better for the job…Bullshit. He can’t POSSIBLY believe that? Hillary? She’s put up with his cheating ass for their entire marriage!

Bill ends…I was humored that he went over his allotted time…I was proud. No one puts Billy in the corner…

When is the Stay At Home Mom coming? And then…here she appeared.

Where Did she GO????

CNN: James Carville and Andersen Gloria Vanderbilt Cooper pontificating on Bill’s Speach. Stay at Home Mom begins her speech in the background.

Quick I say, “John, go to FOX!!!”

FOX: Sean Hannity and Karl Rove chumming it up. Mom in the background…

Quick I say, “John, go Back”

He clicks to CSPAN. There she is. Speaking. She kept to her alloted 10 minutes. Nothing earth shattering, but “stay at home mom” had a slot and she was slighted.

Click back to FOX…still going on about “Wonderful Bill I cheated and I got caught and I’m now unifying the party as my wife and daughter grimace at the bullshit I am spewing about supporting Obama Clinton”…Who actually believes this are the same people that believe that having oral sex is not having “sexual relations with that woman, Monica Lewinsky”.

Click back to CNN…Gloria Vanderbilt Cooper is listening to Bill’s boy Carville I want to have him for dinner talk about slinging it back with a bunch of hookers on the bayou…(just kidding, but you get my point)…

Kerry approaches the podium…let’s listen to John Kerry…the men stop speaking. I don’t particularly care about John Kerry at this point.

So now, Kerry’s factoid on CNN is that “Kerry endorsed Obama while Edwards was still in the race”. What? Do they just all know that they are whore mongering politicians and it should come as no surprise to us? Kerry…Shame on You. You don’t throw those that supported you until after they lose the race….not while they are running the marathon…

Poor Elizabeth Edwards, you are a dying wife and mother, and make the cover of People magazine because your husband is rumored to have a love child…Poor Elizabeth. If a woman did this, she’s a whore. A man…what? A politician, A business man…the guy that lives in the really big house down the street? Your husband? I’m angry about this one ladies. I seriously can’t look at any man over 40without thinking…party lines set aside.

Fox news: Al Sharpton unites his posse. On FOX? What ignorant Democrat is watching Fox News without knowing that it’s slanted Republican? Ooops..they cut off Al…he’s not on their agenda if you know what I mean….

I’m just sayin’…

And Now we wait for the VP nominee old fart “Joe I Plagerized Biden” to speak and change our lives. Didn’t he lose two other presidential elections? Isn’t he a dude that plagerized and got caught in the 90s? Shoot, in my alma mater, I’d be expelled if I was caught cheating/plagerizing…Once a liar, once a cheater…You is what you is…

I look forward to the day…give me Bobby Jindal and his VP under 50. I’ll put the red dot on my forehead and make phone calls…

Enough with these corrupt old whores what owe somebody. Ladies…this isn’t the election that we’ll change the world, but it’s coming…we just have to be quiet and persistant about it.

They’ll push their media to stop us, but there are more of us than them…lets just find one of us that will get it done. Party lines set aside. I’m neither Nor.

I’m truly undecided.

Contracting A Virus Via Facebook

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I finally get a virus…via Facebook.

One of the ways I entertain myself is via the social entity that is Facebook. It’s become a beautiful thing. I periodically and regularly check out my friends from BC (Before Children) and enjoy evening games of Scrabble, Word Challenge, and hysterical pictures from my youth (submitted by a sadistic friend). It’s fun, it’s harmless, and it is entertaining.

Last night, I received an email saying that my girlfriend, Alex, had sent me a video asking, “Is that you making love?”…now, Alex is funny. I thought, that’s weird, but it’s probably some random girl doing something funny to that Strokin’ song that everyone plays at their wedding. Just the week prior, I had shared a video of a girl attempting to Pole Dance and she knocked herself out when she tried to go vertical.

It was quite funny, and I thought, Alex was reciprocating the humor…which in the midst of the monotony which was the olympics, I appreciated.

So I clicked on the video and it said that I needed to download the latest version of Flash, and NOT THINKING and distracted by Shawn Johnson’s shortness of 4’9″ tall, I quickly clicked the video and it downloaded the codesecsomethingorother.exe file onto my computer. It was at this point that I thought, no, something’s not right here, and clicked out of the page and went back to Facebook and clicked over to my Word Challenge game to see what new score I could achieve and my 8 year old was sitting next to me ready to get started.

Then…I got popped out. I thought, hmmmm….so I logged back in, and I got a message from facebook saying that my account has been suspended by an administrator and that was that. What had I done? Well, the deal is, according to my googling research, it was a virus that attacked my friends list and Facebook had done what they needed to do…

My question is…will my account ever be reactivated in tact? I cringe at the thought that my pictures are lost, my contacts lost…my high scores are lost.

Dear Jesus that knows someone at Facebook…please have them fix this so that I’m back soon. I got an email from a girlfriend…who has the exclusive on poking me multiple times daily…wondering why I was no longer on Facebook. It’s going to be a real pain in the bootie to recreate myself, not to mention the months I’ve spent doing hits on MobWars.

No Tresspassing…This means you, behind the fence that is screwed into the tree.

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The “No Trespassing” signs he’s had customized out of cabinet doors. 

So This shit continues, and I am now to the point where it’s ridiculous.

I’m powerless beyond my own plantings. I live in a Deed Restricted community, and he doesn’t. I guess my lesson is buyer beware. I would have never purchased this house had I thought that this would be my neighbor.

Today’s addition to the fence was the creation of No Trespassing Signs…I guess Mohammad doesn’t say the Apostle’s Creed. “As we forgive those that trespass against us…”

The signs are literally right after the hidious fence. He’s tied a piece of rope around the gate to the unplayable tennis court and bought a new plastic “Keep Out” sign to be in my line of sight as well. The “No Trespassing” signs he’s had customized out of cabinet doors. They’ve got an antiqued pine finish and are standing about 4 feet out of the ground. How much of a freaking retard is this guy? You’d think that if you screwed a crappy fence into a tree that it would pretty much suggest to the people that live on the other side of the fence that you’d like them to keep out? Truth is, we don’t go into the yard. We USED to have an 8 foot high privacy fence to block out the fact that his property was in bad shape. He had us take that down so that he could install a crappy fence that he owned in the exact location, and then added the No Trespassing Signs to compliment the fact that he’s a prick. A prick named Mohammad.

Today is a holy day of obligation (I missed) and I’m praying to Mother Mary to take this prick out. Violently. Certainly his actions are not producing good Karma? I mean, why now? Why after 10 years of owning a piece of property does one show that he’s an asshole? Why not before? We cooperated with him. And this is the punishment? Why does someone do this?

And lead us not into temptation, but protect us from evil. I want the evil bastard to die. Forgive me Father….

My mother called Mohammad White Trash, but I told her that was a racially incorrect reference

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His wife, Mrs. Mohammad walked obediently behind him…10 paces behind with her eyes to the ground.

This is our fence…prior to the story

Let me just start by saying, I really don’t care who you pray to. But here’s the stuff on my obnoxious neighbor, Mohammad Vas(and then I’ll spell the rest of his name later after I take a big sIGH.

Back in 2007, we purchased our home…with an 8 foot high professionally installed fence in the back yard. Based on the posts that we cast in concrete, it had been there in some shape or form since 1995 when the house was first built. In May, the night before we were to leave for Daufuskie, I hear noise coming from behind the fence. It’s a strange noise, like someone was walking back there. Now, there is an abandoned home that is totally overgrown with weeds and the 3.5 acres of land are overgrown as well. There is also a tennis court, which has trees growing out of the cracks and no net. Frankly, it’s a mess. And, an eyesore. My research had told me that the house was purchased by Mohammad Va(deep sigh) in 1998 for $700,000. I got up from my new patio furniture and carried myself and my glass of red wine over to the back yard to see what was going on. There he was…big bug eyes, a small olive skinned man, about 5 foot 4, and his wife, walking obediently 10 paces behind (and I’m not joking…)

I introduced myself and reached out my hand to shake his. He did not reciprocate. Instead he said quite sternly, “Dis Fence is coming down!”

To which I replied, “Excuse me?”

Again, he stated in his accent, which based on linquistics and his demure obedient wife (with her eyes looking to the ground, still 10 paces behind) was of the Middle Eastern dialect, “Dis fence is gone! How long it beeeeen here?”

To which I replied, “I believe about 14 years.”

I again introduced myself, said it was SOOO nice to meet him, and the little man turned his back on me and stormed up his property into the weeds. His wife, Mrs. Mohammad walked obediently behind him…10 paces behind with her eyes to the ground.

This is America! 

I went to get John and told him the situation that was going on in the back yard. He too went to the back and peeped over the fence and little Va(long sigh) was gone. We left for Daufuskie and our summer travels the next day.

Upon our return in August, we receive a certified letter from an attorney saying that we’d be sued unless we removed the fence which according to the survey was EIGHT INCHES on his property. That’s bigger than, well….I don’t need to say.

Back and forth we went with the attorney. We agreed to take down the fence, but wanted to know what he intended to put in it’s place. On Friday, the night before the fence came down Mr. Va(long Sigh’s) attorney, Creepy Calhoun, let us know that Mr. Vasign would put up another fence that looked like our fence, or landscaping, or whatever we wanted in it’s place. John immediately called him back and said, “we’d appreciate the landscaping, like Leyland Cypress or American Holly please.”

Saturday the fence came down.

Sunday little man showed up to review our work.

Monday….This was installed.

They screwed the sections into our tree!

Look at this shit.

They didn’t even cleanup the posts!

Notice the craftsmanship. The detail.

It’s not over.

The Suburban Martyr is PISSED.

Surprising Miss Polly

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When I say Nothing.  I mean, Nothing besides play golf.

Six months ago I mentioned to my father that we better come up with something for my sainted mother’s 65 birthday party. It fell on deaf ears.

Six weeks ago I brought it up again, but this time with a plan and gave him instructions which were:

1. Call Colony Cottage and book the room for her birthday

2. Make a guest list and get the invitations out

Last Friday, which was five days before the party was going to occur, I get a phone call from my father I thought was telling me the number of people that were coming to the party so that I could coordinate with the caterer. Well, it appeared that King had done nothing. When I say “Nothing”, I mean, “Nothing besides play golf”…I freaked.

Here I was, about to load my family AGAIN in the car for a visit specific to the birthday party, and there was no party planned. I immediately swept into action. I cracked my mother’s email account to get a list of her friends names and email addresses, I put the invitation online at EVITE and I called the location to reserve the room. I engaged her close friends to supply me with names, I called Publix to get the cake….but noone would take my calls as it was now Saturday and nothing was going to be open until Monday.

We needed to get to Florida by Monday a.m. in order to have a chance of throwing the party by Wednesday.

We arrived Sunday night. No mention of the party around my father, he apparently “forgot” why I was there, and made arrangements to play golf on Monday and Tuesday….ALL DAY. It was just appalling.

My mother was sulking around the house as if we had all forgotten that our world should revolve around her, that we didn’t care, on and on it went. Making me feel guilty about something I shouldn’t feel guilty about in the first place….

My father….I can’t even describe. Appalling.

The party gods were behind me and it went off and she was shocked….Apprentice winner I would be for that one, and King would be fired.

I left aggravated and felt like a big punching bag.

My pending fake pregnancy

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She Pats my Belly and gives me a waist squeeze and then said, “You’re Lying!”

I’m not pregnant let’s just get that cleared and out of the way. But, again, I have been accused of being pregnant…by my mother in law. Again, I self insult to forgive a woman who is also carrying a bit of “baggage”. I swear that I’m not, and then she does what one should never do…SHE PATS MY BELLY AND GIVES ME A WAIST SQUEEZE and said “you’re lying!”

I about died.

It’s the dress. My new style of comfort running the streets of New Orleans on the family vacation is empire waist dresses… throw over your head, zipperless dresses. I mean…It’s New Orleans and all you are can do here is eat, and drink. I wanted to be sure to pack that which would go from day into night and give me a little breathing room for the planned order of bread pudding….

Meanwhile, she tells me how wonderful John looks and that he almost looks too thin.

I’m at a total loss for my weight. Because of the ridiculous “detox” algea regimen that we have purchased, I no longer am drinking Diet Coke and get my fizz fix with Miller Lite. Then, it’s the summer…so bottles of red wine on the back porch are not out of the question and are actually anticipated….frequently.

So, self reflection here…I probably need to do a few more (adding from NONE) sit ups, maybe show up at yoga more than once a quarter, oh, yeah, and probably cut back on the six pack… but it’s summer and it’s too hot to work out and I’m extremely dehydrated from the algea pills.

Beer in the corner grocery is cheaper than water, and the gas prices are at the all time high. A mom’s gotta cut corners somewhere.

Agree?

Insulting Pregnancy AKA “You Look Fat”

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So I arrive, lipstick on, hair brushed, and armpits shaven…and I get, “So, when are you expecting?”

Well, we’re here. I think we’re on day 13 or something like that. Had a continual visitation roster, but it’s been wonderful to see people it a very relaxed environment. If I could only bring this type of peace back with me to my other world.

Lille came down with another bout of pancreatitis, and being on an island, there really isn’t a vet close by. Made a phone call to the vet and she suggested giving her 1/2 of a Zantac 75. I went to the general store, and voila – chopped that baby in half and popped it in the little schnauzer’s mouth…two hours later she had a bit of pep in her step. I wouldn’t say that she’s cured, but during dinner last night she was sniffing the floor for any scraps that might come her way and I don’t think I’ll be spending my day in Bluffton with a dog hooked up to an IV.

Tennis and an insulting pregnancy

Last week I played tennis competitively for the first time since that fateful day at Avila. Tennis with women is no different than it was two years or twenty years ago. Give me a break! I signed up (well, actually I went to the tennis pro and said that if anyone needed a partner that I would be happy to play). He FINALLY called me with a partner, a wonderful lady who spends about one week a month here on the island, and we entered the four team island tournament. We got creamed the first match…our opponents just fired at her for the fifty minute match…but by match two, the consolation round, her game was back on, and I was ready to oblige. We had a three hour duel…a showdown… and pulled it out with our endurance. 6-7 (7-9), 7-6 (7-5), 6-2. No one has called me to play. But the score isn’t my point with my observation. Here’s what was said….but before I do that, let me describe what I wore for match 1… A Nike DriFit empire waist lavender tennis dress with pencil pleats, the same design worn by Maria Sharapova at some point two years ago, when I bought the stupid thing. Also, as a little big of background, I was born with a birth defect called “Pectus Excavatum”, which basically means my chest or pectoral bone caves in and my boobs end from a side profile at my rib cage. From a front profile, I have beautiful cleavage. From the side, I look flat chested, and pregnant.

Arriving for match 2, I was wearing another tennis team number from my days playing for Avila. I wore it instead of the built in tennis skirt thing because I felt the spandex shorts looked a little too butch atheltic for me and a padded bra.

So I arrive, lipstick on, hair brushed, and armpits shaven…and I get, “So, when are you expecting?”

“What????”

“Someone yesterday said you are pregnant and having your fourth child”

Then another said, “That dress you were wearing looked like a maternity dress!”

Then another said, “Yeah, they said you were expecting”

“Oh dear God, No”, then realizing self consciously that I must appear fat in my size 6 outfit but also looking that their rolls coming over their tennis panties, I self insult, “I’m just fat”.

“So you aren’t pregnant?”

“NO!!!! GOD HELP ME!”

“That dress you wore yesterday made you look pregnant”

Wow. Silence. No apology of their insult or comment came. They just looked at me. Then one broke the awkward silence saying, “Shall we get started?”

And the wound penetrated. I mean, isn’t asking if someone is pregnant one of the biggest faux pas ever? Especially since, well, if they are just bloated, it’s an insult? What about having a fucking birth defect? It’s as bad as asking someone with little arms if they why they don’t want to play basketball!

Women are all the same. Even it you are an absolutely harmless stranger, they get their guard up and especially in tennis, roll their eyes, exclude you, and saunter off without you. Think before speaking ladies!

So we started. I didn’t know what to do, or how to play it. Were these women serious? It was just like the days of Avila.

So, after my inner battle of wanting to be accepted, after being insulted, I fired it up a notch. Not so much that I would have been detected as anything other than a 4.0 tennis player, but enough for Adele and I to win. I passed on the Luau at the pool for the awards and celebration. I went home to stitch up my wounds.

Self Reflection

John left on Monday and went to New York. Lille came down with Pancreatitis. I spent Monday with the kids and for an experiment stuck a sock in my boob. Put on the infamous dress. Turned sideways…I no longer looked pregnant. So I’ve decided that if I get bigger boobs, ones that just give me the same size that I have, but go beyond my caved in rib cage, I may bypass the pregnancy rumors once and for all.

Last Days of School

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How many days of my life have been wasted redoing something I thought was on autopilot?

Oh, how I can’t wait for school to be completed. It’s agonizing. We’re getting ready to go to our favorite place in the world, otherwise known as my final resting place…Daufuskie Island. To say I love this place is an understatement. It is truly on Daufuskie Island that I breathe the kind of breaths that my yoga goddess tries to describe, but during class leads to hyperventalition. Not on Daufuskie…

The boys are so ready to be done. The after school sporting events even bore them. Today is our last tennis lesson, and if I were a betting person, I would bet that John volunteers to take them so that I can complete the task he has assigned me today….

I’m frantically trying to get brochures printed out for John, and the printer isn’t cooperating. Hour six into trying to get it to work, I have manipulated the printer queue to print out a page at a time, twelve pages, twenty copies…oh yeah, my life… outside of taking care of everyone else is such a waste of time. My accomplishment today: the printer is printing out a page at a time, taking about 2 minutes per page…useless. I did have visions of taking a walk, or playing princess with Mignonne, but instead my husband scooted me back into the office to figure out the printer, and I listen while he has a tea party with little miss M. and I count the number of times the printer clips away at the page and then rise when it’s time to start a new page.

How many days of my life in a year has been wasted redoing something that I already thought was on autopilot. Last week, our website mysteriously went down, and the week before that our email was shut down after spammers took over our email address and started sending out emails relating to penis enlargements and erectile disfunction. The wireless function on John’s laptop stopped working, thus making it a useless tool of computer crap. Then, the blog that my husband wanted to set up related to topics within his line of work was locked, and our top performing website was no longer listed on the search engines, because of the fact that it “mysteriously” went off line. I’m stumped, but also so frustrated that it’s all coming at the same time.

So it should come as no surprise that I’m totally ready for the summer and a change of pace.

So we’re off to Daufuskie, only three more days. No car seats, no traffic, no after school sporting activities, and I’m taking a break from the functions of a printer…oh, and John is doing the tennis thing. Only 100 more copies to print…

Is Wishing Death a Sin?

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Is Wishing someone die a miserable death a sin?  Probably.

I’m afraid to ask, because I certainly don’t want Father Baptist to think negatively of me, not that he even really has a judgement one way or the other.  But, I wonder if wishing someone would suffer a really miserable death is a sin.  At this moment I can think of nothing better for Justin Happer to deserve.  He’s made my sainted husband curse, and at this point in my fiery stick up for yourself defender of all that I love life, I sit and plot his demise.  Even the sound of his voice irritates me and I can not believe that God would allow this louse of a creature to continue on in this world, let alone be an owner of a company Saint John would help.

I send all of my negative energy towards Baton Rouge and hope that he breathes it all in.  Nice and deep.  I feel helpless and motivated to murder all at the same time.  Yes Justin Happer the louse of all lice.  A parasite is among the unsuspecting investors of Wasby Towers and St. John is torn as to what to do.  Not to mention the fact that this is destroying my dream of getting to Daufuskie for the summer, and delaying my permanent relocation.

Today I repeat the week of after school mini-van taxi driver for all of the after school activities that are keeping my children out of trouble and preparing them for future college scholarships and sports teams.  Getting away from the house during this time of wishing a toxic intestinal virus on Justin Happer (whereby his life ends realizing that his shit does in fact stink), is in fact a good thing.  Again, I don’t know whether wishing death is a sin, but I do realize that it’s not a very nice thing and I don’t want Father Baptist to tell me to say a Hail Mary and move on.  I’m not in the mood for forgiveness.

I wonder, is there a story whereby one forgives a thief in the bible?  According to my reality, in government those that are thieves are punished.  If Justin Happer has committed a crime and it’s going to go unpunished, the least I can do is pray that God has him burn in Hell after he suffers from a bowel explosion in a very crowded room.

At the least I should file a credit bureau complaint against him.