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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Isn't It Ironic






Isn’t it ironic that the people living a lie are always the ones adamantly proclaiming to know the truth?   
 

Isn’t it funny how a person can believe in something like psychic ability, but denounce the prospect of demonic  or angelic activity?  How does one choose the spot in which to draw the line?

Isn’t it strange that people can accept something as real if it happens to them, but dismiss something that happens to another person as an exaggeration or an outright lie?  Are we all that jaded that it is easier to proclaim someone a liar than to accept the possibility that a reality exists beyond our own perspective of personal experience?


 
Isn’t it odd how the most closed minded people are the ones who claim to be open and accepting?

Isn’t it weird that we have a propensity to deny what we don’t understand instead of taking the time to look deeper?


 
Isn’t it ironic how the people who claim to be the hardest working are usually the laziest while the workaholics deny that they have a problem?
 
Isn't it crazy how the feeble-minded believe they are solid while it is the solid thinkers who seek more information so not to become feeble?


Doesn’t it strike you as odd that some people will believe nothing and yet fall for everything?

Isn’t it ironic that trust promotes both the feeling of vulnerability and of strength?


 
Isn’t it amazing how some of the people with the strongest personalities also have the softest hearts?  That the seemingly tough ones are usually the most tender underneath.

Doesn’t it seem strange that in weakness there is strength and in strength there is weakness?


Isn’t it funny how those who pretend to be something they are not often accuse others of not being something that they really are?

Isn’t it odd how some of the people who laugh the loudest often cry the hardest?

Isn’t it comical how a big fish in a small pond is arrogant and the same size fish in a bigger pond is humble?  Can they not see that they are the same?

Isn’t it ironic that some of the most beautiful individuals externally have nothing to offer internally and some of the cosmetically challenged radiate absolute beauty from within?

Isn’t it interesting that the extrovert can be a true introvert in disguise and vice versa?

 
Isn’t it funny how those who are spoon fed information think they know everything, when they have merely tasted only a small portion of knowledge?  From where does such arrogance stem?

Isn’t it ironic…  ~

 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

If The Shoe Were On The Other Foot...



Let me start by saying Obama is not my favorite President.  It’s not a race thing and it’s not because I think he’s the Anti-Christ or any of the other radical BS circulating out there.  I’ve just never been a fan.  I liked Bill Clinton and Ronald Reagan and, yes, even George W. Bush; and even though I wasn’t alive at the time, I love John F. Kennedy. 

That being said, I have to throw a red flag on something and come to his defense.  The media is all over Obama for a statement he made about Attorney General, Kamala Harris.  He noted that she was attractive.  Here is the White House transcript:

“You have to be careful to, first of all, say she is brilliant and she is dedicated and she is tough, and she is exactly what you'd want in anybody who is administering the law, and making sure that everybody is getting a fair shake. She also happens to be by far the best-looking attorney general in the country — Kamala Harris is here. (Applause.) It's true. Come on. (Laughter.) And she is a great friend and has just been a great supporter for many, many years.” [via The Los Angeles Times]

 


Twitter was blowing up with tweets about how “stupid” and “wrong” it was for our President to note that a woman is attractive.   Which got me thinking…   If Obama had commented that a man was attractive or the “best looking attorney general in the country” would it have had the same backlash for the same reasons?

The answer is simple:  No.

Your right-wingers would have balked because they would have said that, by a man commenting on the looks of another man, he was underhandedly supporting homosexuality.  But would anyone have been outraged, calling the comment “sexist?”  Doubtful.

Some people are arguing that “the degree to which women are judged by their appearance remains an important hurdle to gender equality in the workforce.”   Red Flag!   This hurdle applies to both men and women, not just to women.  Statistically, attractive people are hired more than unattractive people despite their gender.  It’s a hurdle, yes, but it is no longer a huge sexist hurdle.

“Women have a hard time being judged purely on their merits.”   Red Flag!  Again, so do some men.  This depends on who is doing the judging and it is case specific.  Everyone should be judged purely on their merits, regardless of race, sex, religion or appearance… but the operative word in this sentence is “should.”  Idealism and reality are two very different things.

“Discussing appearance in the context of evaluating job performance is not a compliment.  And for a president who has become a cultural model for many of his supporters in so many other ways, the example he's setting here is disgraceful.”   Major Red Flag!   Obama wasn’t discussing her appearance as an evaluation of her job performance.  She already has the job and he noted previously that she’s damn good at her job.  Nothing he said could even remotely be labeled “disgraceful.” 

C’mon, people!  Now you’re just looking for something to complain about.  Since when is it not okay to comment on someone who is attractive?  His comment wasn’t made during a job interview.  His comment was in no way demeaning to her as a woman or as a human being or to women in general.  It was a compliment and should be taken simply as one.  Obama didn’t say, “she’s smokin’ hot” or use a demeaning phrase.  He simply said she was good-looking…and guess what?  She IS!

It was also a great publicity tool for her.  Two days ago no one knew who Kamala Harris was…now, the world knows and we all think she’s pretty damn good-looking.  Kudos to her!

I never thought I’d be defending Obama on anything, but this is so ridiculous that I just had to speak up. 

Ladies, if a man says you’re attractive, be grateful not offended.  Being attractive doesn’t mean you’re not good at your job.  Being attractive doesn’t mean you’re not smart.  It simply means someone finds your appearance pleasing… and isn’t that a wonderful compliment.

Five years ago, I was walking across the grocery store parking lot and parked next to my car was a pick-up truck with a man sitting in the passenger seat.  It was a warm afternoon and his window was rolled down.  I unloaded my groceries into the back of my Suburban and then walked to the driver’s door, which was right next to the truck’s passenger door.  He smiled and said, “Girl, you make my socks roll down.”

I turned around and looked at him, somewhat startled by the remark and unsure of what it meant.  I asked, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

He grinned, a toothless grin, and said, “Oh, that’s a good thing, honey.”

“Thank you,” I said and got in my car, smiling.

Now, I could have been appalled by his remark.  I could have said that the fact that he called me “honey” was sexist and demeaning; but it wasn’t.  In his quirky way, he was telling me he thought I was attractive.  It was a compliment not a testament to me being a weaker sex.  I’m not weaker, I’m equal.

And that is what we need to remember… we’re equal.

Women have fought for equality for a long time and the result of that fight has brought both positive and negative ramifications.  Women were once on a pedestal, but we are no longer.  We have leapt off that pedestal and have proven we are strong enough, smart enough and good enough to excel in the so-called “man’s world.”  But, let me pose this…  Can we not still be treated like a woman and still remain equal?

When did a compliment become a “sexist” remark?  When did the phrase, “a good-looking woman” become demeaning and disgraceful?  Why can’t we be both smart and beautiful?  Why is it okay for a man to comment on our intelligence but not on our beauty?

If the shoe was on the other foot and Kamala Harris would have said that Obama was a “good-looking President” would that have been considered a sexist and disgraceful remark?  Hmmmmm…. something to ponder. 

How equal is our equality when the pendulum swings the other way?  If the shoe were on the other foot, I don't think there would be a foot in the mouth.  So, why is there one now?  ~

 


Friday, April 5, 2013

Einstein's Biggest Fear: Technology

Was Albert Einstein right ? ? ?   Has the day he feared finally arrived ?



A day at the beach.



 
Cheering on your team.



Having dinner out with your friends.
 
 
 




Out on an intimate date.
 
 
 





Having a conversation with your BFF








A visit to the museum
 
 


 
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It’s here. . .

 







Thursday, April 4, 2013

Barbie Blunder


Some moron decided it would be a good idea to see what Barbie would look like had she aged with the rest of us and here is what they came up with:

 


Yikes!  Now, let me first say that true beauty is internal and it radiates from within.  All other forms of beauty are external, and let’s face it, if you don’t first have the internal, the external plight is hopeless.  What I mean is this:  if you’re ugly on the inside, it doesn’t matter how outwardly pretty you might appear, because that internal ugliness will shine through and your outer beauty will quickly fade.  We’ve all met people who look gorgeous and then they start talking and you realize they are just plain ugly; and we’ve met not-so-good-looking individuals who start talking and become more and more beautiful as they speak.   
Inner beauty trumps outer beauty every time.
That being said, Barbie possesses no internal beauty because, obviously, she’s a lump of non-living matter.  She has only one source of beauty and that is dependent on how she is made in the factory.  Barbie needs her cute little figure, her perfectly plumped, pink lips, her shiny blonde hair and her dynamite smile to attract not only Ken and GI Joe, but potential buyers as well.  See, Barbie is a tool for imaginative play.  Barbie is a toy and like any other toy, she must appeal to the child.  Now, I ask you, does this aged, non-make-up-wearing Barbie appeal to children?  Not any children I know!

What are parents supposed to do…give their daughters this version of Barbie and say, “See, honey, in forty years you’re going to have no waist, your boobs will sag to your belly button, you’ll wake up looking like you tied one on last night even when you didn’t, your hair will thin and turn gray, and you’ll wet your pants when you sneeze.  Ain’t life grand!”

Really?!?  What child needs that dose of reality to spoil their imaginative play time?  Helloooo?  Does anyone else find this idea ludicrous?  Hell, why not sell some Barbie Depends as an add on, and Barbie hormone pills…and while you’re at it, you better make sure you get some boner-building meds for Ken too, that is, if the makers plan to have him age with her.  I'm not sure, in her current condition, that she could handle eighteen year old, Ken's erection.  But, maybe I'm wrong... maybe we slap some wrinkle cream on her and some bright red lipstick and she could become Cougar Barbie. 

Let’s face it…aging sucks.  We all know it.  We all try to fight it but it’s a reality we face daily…and our kids see us age.  That’s real life; but guess what…kids play with toys to escape real life.  They don’t want to play with ugly, hung-over, fifty year old, sagging Barbie.  They want perky, fun, pretty Barbie. 

Hell, don’t we all?!? ~
 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Socialism Sucks!


Since it seems to be a hot topic, as of late; let’s talk about socialism.  In theory it is nice to think that a great equalizer, such as socialism, would solve all of our economic woes.  After all, what a wonderful world it would be if poverty didn’t exist.  Everyone would have the same income, the same opportunities, the same net worth, and everything would be fair.  Life would run like a well-oiled machine.

In the words of Jim Carey playing the Grinch, “Wrongo!”

An economics professor at a well-known university decided to teach the concept of socialism to his students by conducting a classroom experiment using their grades in the place of income.  He explained to his students that he was going to run his class on the principals of socialism, thus all grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade; so no one would fail and no one would receive an ‘A.’

After the first test, the grades were averaged and everyone in the class received a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. As the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too so they studied little.  The second test average was a D.   No one was happy.
When the 3rd test rolled around, the average was an F.   As the tests proceeded, the scores never increased because bickering, blame-shifting and name-calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for the benefit of anyone else.

To their great surprise, everyone FAILED the class.  The professor explained to his students that socialism would ultimately fail as well because when the reward is great, the effort to succeed is great; but when the government takes away the reward, no one will try or want to succeed.
This is the same concept as the "everyone gets a trophy" bullshit happening with youth sports.  If all of the kids are going to go home with the same trophy, what's the point in doing your best and trying to win?  In fact, why even play if the score doesn't matter, if there's no glory at the end, no challenge of winning, no fear of losing, no competition to drive you?
Why work harder or work at all when there's no recognition for your achievements?  Why should I bust my balls and have half my paycheck go to someone who won't even get off the couch?  Socialism is settling for mediocrity and mediocrity sucks!
 
 

Socialism has many flaws:

·          You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
 

·         What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.

·         The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.

 
·         You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!

·       When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they have worked for… that is the beginning of the end of any nation.
 
 
Wake up, America!  ~

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Newspaper Nonsense


When my creative juices aren’t flowing, I will occasionally sift through the yahoo headlines and see if a story grabs me…if it does, I blog about it.  Today I sifted through sixty-five top stories, none of which were remotely interesting.  In fact, I can sum them up quite quickly by saying this:

Don’t kiss a lion, he might decide to make you lunch.
 

If you shoot people in a theatre, don’t be shocked if prosecutors seek the death penalty.

A top model can be a hero too. 


Don’t tattoo your dog, moron!

People can survive being lost in the icy mountains for six days…miracles happen.



Tragic death.  Sad death.  Horrible death.  Ugh…I hate the news!

Don’t wear capri pants that cut off in the middle of your calf…they make all legs look fat.


If you’re a state trooper you better ticket everyone you stop, because if you give a break to a State Representative, you just might lose your job. 

Celebrities are hitting the beach, wearing controversial t-shirts, crashing each other’s cars and being criticized for their charitable donations. Yada, yada, yada.

The First Lady wore the same dress three times.  Egads!  Alert the media… wait a minute, someone already did and it actually made the top headlines.  Geeze….do we need to get a life or what?!


That’s it… the most interesting headlines of the day.  Now I remember why I stopped reading the newspaper.  ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, April 1, 2013

Love Comes In Many Forms

Freedom and Jeff

Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings.
Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery,
it was broken in 4 places.
She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vet's office. From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off, and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in. I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay
there looking at me with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still
couldn't stand. It got to the point where the
decision was made to euthanize her
if she couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't
want to cross that line between torture and
rehab, and it looked like death was
winning. She was going to be put
down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in
on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go
to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't
bear the thought of her being euthanized;
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone
was grinning from ear to ear. I went
immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful
eagle. She was ready to live. I was
just about in tears by then. That
was a very good day.
 
 
 


We knew she could never fly, so the director
asked me to glove train her.
I got her used to the glove,
and then to jesses, and we started
doing education programs for schools
in western Washington .
We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some
TV. Miracle Pets even did a show
about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. I had stage 3,
which is not good (one major organ plus
everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of
chemo. Lost the hair - the whole
bit. I missed a lot of work. When I
felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would
also come to me in my dreams and help me fight
the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000

The day after Thanksgiving,
I went in for my last checkup.
I was told that if the cancer was not
all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last
option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they
did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for
the results. I went in Monday, and I was
told that all the cancer was gone.



So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and
take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty
and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her
up, and we went out front to the top of the
hill. I hadn't said a word to
Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me
and wrapped both
her wings around me to where I
could feel them pressing in on my back
(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she
touched my nose with her beak and stared into my
eyes, and we just stood there like that
for I don't know how long . That was a
magic moment. We have been soul mates ever
since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who
were sick come up to us when we are out, and
Freedom has some kind of hold on
them. I once had a guy who was
terminal come up to us and
I let him hold her.
His knees just about buckled and he
swore he could feel her power course through his
body. I have so many stories like that..

I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as
Freedom.

Hope you enjoyed this!