More and more these days I find myself shaking my head in disbelief of the crimes that people commit, but I don't know that I've read a story more heinous than this one.
A 15 year old girl gang raped on her High School campus, after leaving a Homecoming dance. When I think of my own homecoming dances years and years ago, I have fond memories of getting dressed up and taking pictures with my date, and hours of dancing with friends....but for this little girl homecoming will forever have a different memory.
What I am struggling with most is which is more disgusting, the fact that at least 6 people ranging from 15-21 years old raped and robbed her.....or the fact that at least 2 dozen people watched the event that lasted about 2 and a half hours, egging the monsters on, joining in on the attack, taking pictures with their phones...and not one of them, NOT ONE FUCKING PERSON, though hmm this is wrong maybe I should call the cops, or try to stop this.
WTF, WTF, WTF!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Blog Challenge #4
What was your (or your child's) "best" Halloween costume ever? (Bonus points for photos!)
This was a tough one for me, since I can hardly remember most of my Halloween's past...they must have been really good!
Way back in 1999, I went to a Halloween party with my then boyfriend as Mary from Something about Mary. I had pretty much the exact same haircut as Cameron Diaz did in the movie and I used hairspray and gel to get that ever memorable stuck straight up look that Mary got when she used some of Ben Stiller's "gel". It was a huge hit and super super easy.
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from that year..as they were probably destroyed or maybe too incriminating...either way no bonus pictures from me!
This was a tough one for me, since I can hardly remember most of my Halloween's past...they must have been really good!
Way back in 1999, I went to a Halloween party with my then boyfriend as Mary from Something about Mary. I had pretty much the exact same haircut as Cameron Diaz did in the movie and I used hairspray and gel to get that ever memorable stuck straight up look that Mary got when she used some of Ben Stiller's "gel". It was a huge hit and super super easy.
Unfortunately I don't have any pictures from that year..as they were probably destroyed or maybe too incriminating...either way no bonus pictures from me!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Pregnancy Rage...
So I've always been a little "high strung" and had a hot temper...I blame it on my Irish heritage, but pregnancy brings out a whole new level of crazy in me.
When I was pregnant with Natalie most of my rage was directed at Dan. One night in particular I was up for like the 10th time to go to the bathroom, as I come back to bed Dan is snoring and has totally invaded my side of the bed. This set me off. Here I am carrying your child and you have the audacity to encroach on my space....I was ready to pummel him in his sleep. But luckily my rational side took over and instead of hitting him I loudly flopped back into bed and punched my pillow...he startled awake groggily asking "what's wrong" to which I replied...nothing I didn't say anything. ...but Ha he was awake now and could feel my pain!
Well this time I've kept my crazy in check for over 16 weeks...until yesterday. A co-worker who drives me crazy with her "I'm better than everyone" attitude, attempted to "fix" something that I had just spent an hour teaching someone, explaining and re-explaining and walking this person though an entire process. I was correct in my explanation and process, which I know for a fact as I had already run it by a more senior adjuster.
Well I spend an hour of my day helping this gal, walk away and then little Mrs. I'm better than everyone has to come over and completely undermine me....when I was right! I pretty much lost it and said some unkind things. Luckily I was able to keep my rage in check and didn't punch her in the face like I wanted to...but don't worry her day will come....okay I'm sure I won't hit her....
When I was pregnant with Natalie most of my rage was directed at Dan. One night in particular I was up for like the 10th time to go to the bathroom, as I come back to bed Dan is snoring and has totally invaded my side of the bed. This set me off. Here I am carrying your child and you have the audacity to encroach on my space....I was ready to pummel him in his sleep. But luckily my rational side took over and instead of hitting him I loudly flopped back into bed and punched my pillow...he startled awake groggily asking "what's wrong" to which I replied...nothing I didn't say anything. ...but Ha he was awake now and could feel my pain!
Well this time I've kept my crazy in check for over 16 weeks...until yesterday. A co-worker who drives me crazy with her "I'm better than everyone" attitude, attempted to "fix" something that I had just spent an hour teaching someone, explaining and re-explaining and walking this person though an entire process. I was correct in my explanation and process, which I know for a fact as I had already run it by a more senior adjuster.
Well I spend an hour of my day helping this gal, walk away and then little Mrs. I'm better than everyone has to come over and completely undermine me....when I was right! I pretty much lost it and said some unkind things. Luckily I was able to keep my rage in check and didn't punch her in the face like I wanted to...but don't worry her day will come....okay I'm sure I won't hit her....
T minus 3 weeks...
Until we find out if we're adding a little girl or a little boy to our family. I can not wait.
I've kept myself from speculating up to this point, but it's getting increasingly hard to ward off the speculation.
I had an appointment today with my OB, I convinced Dan to come along since I had a feeling I'd get another ultrasound....and sure enough I was right. I apparently have an anterior placenta so the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat on the Doppler. The nurse brought in a ultrasound machine, of course one of the super old ones since the new high tech one was in use, and we got to see the babe. After much inquisitive looking with his head cocked the doctor finally told us that he thinks the heartbeat was about 110 beats per minute...much lower than Natalie was at that time (she was about 150 through out my pregnancy). He seemed happy enough with that heartbeat but did mention that it was at the very low end of normal. Then he said "based on that I think you're having a boy...but the caveat to that rule is that it's only 50% accurate" The same joke he told me when he guessed that Natalie was a girl.
So now I wait 3 more weeks to find out for sure. I'm still trying to convince Dan to go in for one of those early gender screens but he's pretty against it.
Ugh 3 weeks isn't long at all...but it feels like forever!!!
I've kept myself from speculating up to this point, but it's getting increasingly hard to ward off the speculation.
I had an appointment today with my OB, I convinced Dan to come along since I had a feeling I'd get another ultrasound....and sure enough I was right. I apparently have an anterior placenta so the doctor couldn't find the heartbeat on the Doppler. The nurse brought in a ultrasound machine, of course one of the super old ones since the new high tech one was in use, and we got to see the babe. After much inquisitive looking with his head cocked the doctor finally told us that he thinks the heartbeat was about 110 beats per minute...much lower than Natalie was at that time (she was about 150 through out my pregnancy). He seemed happy enough with that heartbeat but did mention that it was at the very low end of normal. Then he said "based on that I think you're having a boy...but the caveat to that rule is that it's only 50% accurate" The same joke he told me when he guessed that Natalie was a girl.
So now I wait 3 more weeks to find out for sure. I'm still trying to convince Dan to go in for one of those early gender screens but he's pretty against it.
Ugh 3 weeks isn't long at all...but it feels like forever!!!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Blog Challenge week 3
What is a specific moment/event that made you realize you were truly "a grown-up"?
For me there were a few different moments/events that made me feel like I was truly a grown up, but the first was probably buying our first home. Buying a house has a way of really making you feel like you've hit a milestone. Sitting there signing the papers was an intense feeling, like there was no going back from here...I had to be a responsible adult from her on out. I could no longer blow my paycheck on shopping...I had responsibities.
The second one was when I got rid of the last of our hand me down furniture, it was a computer desk that Dan had gotten from a friends mom, it was nice but it wasn't ever really mine. Once it was gone and I realized that we had bought everything ourselves, shopped, picked it out and purchased it I felt like we were really grown ups. Grown ups in a home full of our own furniture.
Of course having Natalie really made me feel like I was a grown up. When you're a kid you think of parents as grown ups, I still think of my parents and their friends as "adults" while we're still kids. But once I had Natalie, my role had to change. I was one of them, obligated to bring things to holiday dinners rather than just show up with beer. And now with mentions of us hosting a holiday at our house...it makes that all the more real.
I miss the days of being a kid, the freedom that we had even if we thought it was awful that we couldn't do all the things adults did. Life was so carefree and easy.
For me there were a few different moments/events that made me feel like I was truly a grown up, but the first was probably buying our first home. Buying a house has a way of really making you feel like you've hit a milestone. Sitting there signing the papers was an intense feeling, like there was no going back from here...I had to be a responsible adult from her on out. I could no longer blow my paycheck on shopping...I had responsibities.
The second one was when I got rid of the last of our hand me down furniture, it was a computer desk that Dan had gotten from a friends mom, it was nice but it wasn't ever really mine. Once it was gone and I realized that we had bought everything ourselves, shopped, picked it out and purchased it I felt like we were really grown ups. Grown ups in a home full of our own furniture.
Of course having Natalie really made me feel like I was a grown up. When you're a kid you think of parents as grown ups, I still think of my parents and their friends as "adults" while we're still kids. But once I had Natalie, my role had to change. I was one of them, obligated to bring things to holiday dinners rather than just show up with beer. And now with mentions of us hosting a holiday at our house...it makes that all the more real.
I miss the days of being a kid, the freedom that we had even if we thought it was awful that we couldn't do all the things adults did. Life was so carefree and easy.
Monday, October 12, 2009
I don't know how single parents do it.
I'm on day 5 of 10 of Dan being out of town, and all I can say is hats off to those single parents.
It's really hard to be the only one full time, granted I work so Natalie is at daycare during the day but when we're home, I have no buffer, I feel like I have no time to even go to the bathroom without her either following me in there or knocking on the door. Scheduling showers is a pain in the ass too.
I may complain about Dan from time to time, and how I feel like I do most things for Natalie, but man his presence is missed. Not to mention that Natalie misses him too, last night she brought me the phone and said "dada, hi dada" so we called him but of course she didn't have much to say once he was on the phone.
It's really hard to be the only one full time, granted I work so Natalie is at daycare during the day but when we're home, I have no buffer, I feel like I have no time to even go to the bathroom without her either following me in there or knocking on the door. Scheduling showers is a pain in the ass too.
I may complain about Dan from time to time, and how I feel like I do most things for Natalie, but man his presence is missed. Not to mention that Natalie misses him too, last night she brought me the phone and said "dada, hi dada" so we called him but of course she didn't have much to say once he was on the phone.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Blog Challenge week 2
Do you enjoy reading? What do you read and when? What's your favorite book ever?
For me this is a bit of a loaded question. Yes I like to read, but I never make time for it because I like to do other things more...like vege on the couch and do nothing. And lately reading has really taken a back seat to everything, Natalie, cooking, cleaning, TV, Dan, etc etc etc.
When I do read I like to read things that are relatively mindless. I enjoy chick lit like all of the Shopaholic series, and most recently Twilight...although it is taking me forever to finish the series.
As for favorite book ever, I don't think I have one, I'm not one for reading books over and over so even if I liked it I don't love anything enough to read it again.
But this post has made me think that I really need to read more, there are a lot of books out there that I'd like to read and at the rate I'm going I'm never going to read any of them. Dan is out of town this week so maybe with him away I can complete the Twilight series and move on to some of the other books collecting dust in my room. We'll see.
For me this is a bit of a loaded question. Yes I like to read, but I never make time for it because I like to do other things more...like vege on the couch and do nothing. And lately reading has really taken a back seat to everything, Natalie, cooking, cleaning, TV, Dan, etc etc etc.
When I do read I like to read things that are relatively mindless. I enjoy chick lit like all of the Shopaholic series, and most recently Twilight...although it is taking me forever to finish the series.
As for favorite book ever, I don't think I have one, I'm not one for reading books over and over so even if I liked it I don't love anything enough to read it again.
But this post has made me think that I really need to read more, there are a lot of books out there that I'd like to read and at the rate I'm going I'm never going to read any of them. Dan is out of town this week so maybe with him away I can complete the Twilight series and move on to some of the other books collecting dust in my room. We'll see.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Money does buy happiness...
So my cousin, who is fabulous and funny but refuses to blog emailed me something about this the other day..as an "Idea for my blog", see she's already thinking of things to blog about...that's the first step. So just create a blog already!
Anyhow, she sent me this email that said basically that money could buy you happiness, because she'd be happy if she could buy a boat, a house with a pool, etc. But that money doesn't make you rich, because for her being rich is about having a great family, great friends, health etc.
I completely agree. I think money can buy happiness. I'd be happier if I had a boat, a house with a pool, no need to ever balance my checkbook, a new car, fab furniture, a housekeeper, a cook and so on. But that I am rich...even though I'm a PBH (that's po' broke ho...for those of you who don't create acronyms for everything). I have a fabulous daughter, a great husband, a wonderful family, health, a comfortable home, a job...really I have many riches.
So I thought I'd remind myself of all my riches while I lament about my hoopty ride and my old clothes, and my burning desire to redecorate my house....because well it's true.
Anyhow, she sent me this email that said basically that money could buy you happiness, because she'd be happy if she could buy a boat, a house with a pool, etc. But that money doesn't make you rich, because for her being rich is about having a great family, great friends, health etc.
I completely agree. I think money can buy happiness. I'd be happier if I had a boat, a house with a pool, no need to ever balance my checkbook, a new car, fab furniture, a housekeeper, a cook and so on. But that I am rich...even though I'm a PBH (that's po' broke ho...for those of you who don't create acronyms for everything). I have a fabulous daughter, a great husband, a wonderful family, health, a comfortable home, a job...really I have many riches.
So I thought I'd remind myself of all my riches while I lament about my hoopty ride and my old clothes, and my burning desire to redecorate my house....because well it's true.
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