Can someone please explain…
Why Kristen Stewart (22) is getting all the shit for cheating on her BOYFRIEND Rob Pattinson (26)?
What about the MARRIED Rupert Sanders (41)?
Give me a friggin break. I am not saying it was a wise move on her part and that she should not accept some accountability but seriously she is still an impressionable young girl. He is a 41 year old handsome (apparently to some but not my cup of tea – I prefer coffee) male in a position of authority. What young girl wouldn't become infatuated. The media is going on a which hunt calling her a tramp? GTFOH with that bullshit. She made a mistake (as we all have). Learn from it and keep it moving. Is the media really going to drag this crap out like it is BIG HOLLYWOOD NEWS. For crying out loud Sherman Hemsley just passed away.
Friday, July 27, 2012
MTA BS
MTA proposes strapping straphangers with $1 'green fee' on each new MetroCard
Surcharge would generate an estimated $20 million a year for transit authority. Goal is to reduce amount of MetroCards printed, discarded and hauled to landfill
Comments (33)By Pete Donohue / NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
Published: Thursday, July 26, 2012, 8:38 PM
Talking about how the train stations would be cleaner. REALLY? There are rats and all other kind of vermin down in the stations. The plastic card lying on the floor is the least of my worries. On another note, I am really curious as to the revenue the MTA makes from all those extra nickels and dimes they get from the unused & uneven amounts left on the MetroCards now - talking about giving us an extra quarter...
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
What's in a name?
What's in a name?
Is ugly equivalent to dirty?.
Examples of this are
Fly vs Dragon Fly – I won't think twice about smashing a fly with the daily newspaper but the Dragon Fly seems exotic and has that strip of bluish purple.
Moth vs Butterfly – Only the colors make them different in my eyes and why are white moths more acceptable then grey or black ones – racist I tell you.
Beetle vs Lady Bug – I am not going to front – I will take a quick step back from a beetle and possibly even leave a room. A Lady Bug however I will leave be.
Squirrel vs Rat (as far as I am concerned they are both dirty but people encourage squirrels to come to them for food – even give their kids peanuts to offer…fuck that – they are glorified rats).
I have heard stories of insects called stink bugs and hump back something or other….None of the names or stories make me a fan.
Roaches and waterbugs are in their own category. Maybe if they didn't have long antennae, weren't so damn fast and didn't pop when you step on them (shuttering at the thought). I can't help but wonder if they were a different color maybe they would be ok…but alas they are not so I will continue to clear a room and most likely knock down a child and pregnant lady while doing so if I see one – and Lord help whoever is near me if it is in flight.
Is ugly equivalent to dirty?.
Examples of this are
Fly vs Dragon Fly – I won't think twice about smashing a fly with the daily newspaper but the Dragon Fly seems exotic and has that strip of bluish purple.
Moth vs Butterfly – Only the colors make them different in my eyes and why are white moths more acceptable then grey or black ones – racist I tell you.
Beetle vs Lady Bug – I am not going to front – I will take a quick step back from a beetle and possibly even leave a room. A Lady Bug however I will leave be.
Squirrel vs Rat (as far as I am concerned they are both dirty but people encourage squirrels to come to them for food – even give their kids peanuts to offer…fuck that – they are glorified rats).
I have heard stories of insects called stink bugs and hump back something or other….None of the names or stories make me a fan.
Roaches and waterbugs are in their own category. Maybe if they didn't have long antennae, weren't so damn fast and didn't pop when you step on them (shuttering at the thought). I can't help but wonder if they were a different color maybe they would be ok…but alas they are not so I will continue to clear a room and most likely knock down a child and pregnant lady while doing so if I see one – and Lord help whoever is near me if it is in flight.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
What do you see?
I came across this on FB and thought it was a worthy share.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally written by Dave Griffith)
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
Very Respectfully,
Scott Sonnon
www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old ManWhat do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally written by Dave Griffith)
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
Very Respectfully,
Scott Sonnon
www.breathinggift.com (My free book and video gift to you.)
— at Where was this photo taken?
Kid Logic...
Setting: July 21, 2012; Mother in kitchen getting some PC work done; appreciating her quiet morning and strong coffee....
Insert sound of footsteps....
Child: "Mom, you should make me breakfast today..."
Mother: "Hmm...why?"
Child: "Because I made you breakfast for you on my birthday 2 weeks ago..."
Mother: "Well, I carried you for 9 months rent free and am on my menstrual cycle..."
Child: "Really mom? What is it with you and your ovaries and for those 9 months you didn't have to deal with that bicycle, tricycle thing."
Mother: "Pancakes ok?" smh...
Insert sound of footsteps....
Child: "Mom, you should make me breakfast today..."
Mother: "Hmm...why?"
Child: "Because I made you breakfast for you on my birthday 2 weeks ago..."
Mother: "Well, I carried you for 9 months rent free and am on my menstrual cycle..."
Child: "Really mom? What is it with you and your ovaries and for those 9 months you didn't have to deal with that bicycle, tricycle thing."
Mother: "Pancakes ok?" smh...
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
What the hell type of person....
or organization pickets a funeral?
Don't get me wrong...there are certain types of people that should be burned at the stake but I can't understand what the concept of the following quote taken from the Huff Post Entertainment section:
The world has no short supply of idiots - and apparently some attend the Westboro Baptist Church.
Church to picket Sage Stallone's death
Don't get me wrong...there are certain types of people that should be burned at the stake but I can't understand what the concept of the following quote taken from the Huff Post Entertainment section:
"The Westboro Baptist Church, infamous for its organized pickets at military funeralsas part of its anti-gay agenda, is apparently targeting Sage because of his father's previous relationships.
"Adulterous dad brought wrath of God on son. #BloodOnDadsHands #picketfuneral #woe," Phelps tweeted, adding, "Tell @TheSlyStallone to mourn for his sins, not pimp out son's dead body to more proud sin!""
The world has no short supply of idiots - and apparently some attend the Westboro Baptist Church.
Church to picket Sage Stallone's death
Monday, July 16, 2012
Kindly explain....
How you feel you are entitled to anything from me (be it a meal, an explanation or a roll of toilet paper) when you give nothing in return? When I say nothing I mean - zero dollars, zero assistance, zero anything - except bitching about what you think I should be doing and how I should be doing it....
If I love you or think highly of you I will give you courtesy (by choice)...other than that you aren't entitled to a damn thing. I answer to myself, the God of my understanding and the laws of the USA. You may want to consider that the next time you question me, my choices or my actions.
Just saying.
If I love you or think highly of you I will give you courtesy (by choice)...other than that you aren't entitled to a damn thing. I answer to myself, the God of my understanding and the laws of the USA. You may want to consider that the next time you question me, my choices or my actions.
Just saying.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I am a...
Thinker...Now this can be both a positive (although I have yet to have a concrete example of this) and a negative. Being a thinker means I think about every action, choice, decision or plan I make - being a thinker should not be confused with being intelligent (although I am not completely dence). When I say I think about everything I mean I pick it apart to its smallest possible molecule; analyze effect and consequence.
Example: Who will this decision effect? How will this decision make a particular person feel? What will people say? What will people do? Will I be abandoned by people I care about because I made this choice? Am I making this choice for myself or based on how someone else will feel?
I have discovered over the years is that this doesn't really serve a purpose for me and find it ironic that many of the people whose thoughts and feelings I consider do not contribute to my life as a whole.
There is a saying that analyzing is paralyzing and I tend to agree because often I am just unable to come to a clear conclusion or decision. I am afflicted by this character defect called caring too damn much what others think. I often wish I can just throw caution to the wind (and on a rare occasion I may) but mostly I think.
I feel emotions to my very core - as deeply as they can go whether it is happiness, anger, insecurity, hurt, sadness or any other numerous feelings. I realize that this is why I think. If I don't think I will feel and I can't under any circumstance allow my feelings to dictate my actions without some thought. I am extremely empathetic and often consider the feelings of others to a fault.
I am a thinker; a work in progress and I am ok with that.
Example: Who will this decision effect? How will this decision make a particular person feel? What will people say? What will people do? Will I be abandoned by people I care about because I made this choice? Am I making this choice for myself or based on how someone else will feel?
I have discovered over the years is that this doesn't really serve a purpose for me and find it ironic that many of the people whose thoughts and feelings I consider do not contribute to my life as a whole.
There is a saying that analyzing is paralyzing and I tend to agree because often I am just unable to come to a clear conclusion or decision. I am afflicted by this character defect called caring too damn much what others think. I often wish I can just throw caution to the wind (and on a rare occasion I may) but mostly I think.
I feel emotions to my very core - as deeply as they can go whether it is happiness, anger, insecurity, hurt, sadness or any other numerous feelings. I realize that this is why I think. If I don't think I will feel and I can't under any circumstance allow my feelings to dictate my actions without some thought. I am extremely empathetic and often consider the feelings of others to a fault.
I am a thinker; a work in progress and I am ok with that.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Are you busy on Saturday?...
Well I tell you that all depends. To me this is a set up of the worst kind because you are curious as to what the person is going to say but your gut knows that it will be one of those favor requests. I have never had a:
"Are you busy on Saturday because I have orchestra seats to the Lion King on Broadway and thought you would like to go."
what usually occurs is:
"I was wondering if you can take me to the airport?" or "Would you be able to watch all 6 of my kids while I go get a pedicure?"
The point is the question should be rephrased to:
"Do you think on Saturday you can blah, blah, blah?" or "If you are available on Saturday could you blah, blah, blah?" this way if I don't want to do it I am not cornered because you already know I am free.
It is a set up. That is why nowadays everyone answers "Why?" before they are willing to let you know what their plans are.
"Are you busy on Saturday because I have orchestra seats to the Lion King on Broadway and thought you would like to go."
what usually occurs is:
"I was wondering if you can take me to the airport?" or "Would you be able to watch all 6 of my kids while I go get a pedicure?"
The point is the question should be rephrased to:
"Do you think on Saturday you can blah, blah, blah?" or "If you are available on Saturday could you blah, blah, blah?" this way if I don't want to do it I am not cornered because you already know I am free.
It is a set up. That is why nowadays everyone answers "Why?" before they are willing to let you know what their plans are.
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