Monday, July 23, 2007

Stupid People

I am sure you have heard me saying I hate stupid people. And other people actually get MAD at me for saying this. So, to clarify, I'm not talking about IQ, intelligence or what type of job you hold. I'm talking about common sense.

Now, I'll be the first to admit most people who know me think at times I can be an airhead. Yes, I can be. Most of the time it comes from not thinking things out before I say them. In other words my mouth runs before my brain processes what it is saying. Then there are the times where I truly am baffled and am clueless. I chalk that up to some sort of brain synapses. In other words, my wiring is a little loose at times.

So below is an example of what I'm talking about when I say I hate stupid people. These are the ones that make me want to castrate mankind so they can not reproduce. Oh, and as a side note, these people are every where. And you know what? I think I have met most of them.

~I am a medical student currently doing a rotation in toxicology at the poison control center. Today, this woman called in very upset because she caught her little daughter eating ants. I quickly reassured her that the ants are not harmful and there would be no need to bring her daughter into the hospital. She calmed down, and at the end of the conversation happened to mention that she gave her daughter some ant poison to eat in order to kill the ants. I told her that she better bring her daughter into the Emergency room right away.

~Seems that a year ago, some Boeing employees on the airfield decided to steal a life raft from one of the 747s. They were successful in getting it out of the plane and home. When they took it for a float on the river, a Coast Guard helicopter coming towards them surprised them. It turned out that the chopper was homing in on the emergency locator beacon that activated when the raft was inflated. They are no longer employed at Boeing.

~Guy walked into a little corner store with a shotgun and demanded all the cash from the cash drawer. After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber saw a bottle of scotch that he wanted behind the counter on the shelf. He told the cashier to put it in the bag as well, but the cashier refused and said, "Because I don't believe you are over 21." The robber said he was, but the clerk still refused to give it to him because he didn't believe him. At this point the robber took his driver's license out of his wallet and gave it to the clerk. The clerk looked it over, and agreed that the man was in fact over 21 and he put the scotch in the bag. The robber then ran from the store with his loot. The cashier promptly called the police and gave the name and address of the robber that he got off the license. They arrested the robber two hours later.

~This is from a radio program, a true report of an incident in Michigan:
A guy buys a brand new Lincoln Navigator for $42,500 and has $560 monthly payments. He and a friend go duck hunting in winter, and of course all the lakes are frozen. These two guys go out on the lake with the guns, the dog, and of course the new vehicle. They drive out onto the lake ice and get ready. Now, they want to make some kind of a natural landing area for the ducks, something for the decoys to float on. In order to make a hole large enough to look like something a wandering duck would fly down and land on, it is going to take a little more effort than an ice hole drill. So, out of the back of the new Navigator comes a stick of dynamite with a short, 40-second fuse. Now these two Rocket Scientists do take into consideration that they want to place the stick of dynamite on the ice at a location far from where they are standing (and the new Navigator), because they don't want to take the risk of slipping on the ice when they run from the burning fuse and possibly go up in smoke with the resulting blast. They light the 40-second fuse and throw the dynamite. Remember a couple of paragraphs back when I mentioned the vehicle, the guns and the dog? Let's talk about the dog: A highly trained Black Lab used for RETRIEVING. Especially things thrown by the owner. You guessed it, the dog takes off at a high rate of doggy speed on the ice and captures the stick of dynamite with the burning 40-second fuse about the time it hits the ice. The two men yell, scream, wave their arms and wonder what to do now. The dog, cheered on, keeps coming. One of the guys grabs the shotgun and shoots the dog. The shotgun is loaded with 8 buckshot, hardly big enough to stop a Black Lab. The dog stops for a moment, slightly confused, but continues on. Another shot and this time the dog, still standing, becomes really confused and of course terrified, thinking these two geniuses have gone insane. The dog takes off to find cover, under the brand new Navigator. ----BOOM!---- Dog and Navigator are blown to bits and sink to the bottom of the lake in a very large hole, leaving the two idiots standing there with this "I can't believe this happened" look on their faces. The insurance company says that sinking a vehicle in a lake by illegal use of explosives is not covered. He still had yet to make the first of those $560 a month payments!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Newest Member of the Family

Last week, Steve and I went and picked up a kitten. She's a cute little kitty and Steve finally got some new pictures today.
Andrew and I call her Fussy, but she has no official name yet. She has quite a set of lungs on her. She has taken to sleeping with us in the bed. So far the only conflicts we have is with Holly, she isn't really thrilled with the idea of another cat. Then again, she's not real happy having Jasper either. We are still waiting on everyone to learn to get along. In time, everyone says, I guess we'll see.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Once again...

I was tagged to name 10 strange things about me. After thinking about it, I realized that I could come up with hundreds of strange things about me. So much for thinking I was normal, huh? So here we go once again:

1. I do not look in mirrors. Only when I put on makeup (which is rare these days). Ever since I saw the movie Candyman (candyland, whatever), mirrors freak me out.
2. I never knew my older brother, Doug until I was 22 years old.
3. If I had to chose between human company and animal companionship, I'd probably go for the animal. I've become quite antisocial over the last 2 years.
4. Speaking of animals, I hate pigs. They are funky looking and smell nasty. No way in hell would I have one as a pet.
5. As a child, I had my swimming pool taken away from me because I let the ducks swim in it with me.
6. I'm not afraid of spiders, unless they jump.
7. I hate having wrinkles in the bed. I like nice, smooth sheets, preferably smelling like Clorox.
8. I had to kick Dale out of the truck to learn to drive a straight drive. Once he was gone, I could do it myself.
9. I consider myself closer to my stepmom, Lisa than my real mom. This is mainly because my mom has Alzheimer's and has given up on life.
10. I was once exactly 6' in bare feet. I am now 5'10" in bare feet. At this rate, I should be around normal female height of 5'6" by the time I'm 40!!

Ok, that was what I could come up with off the top of my head. Yeah, I'm boring!!!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Is it really cheating?

Yesterday, I was talking to a friend of mine. He and I were discussing the specific details of an affair. Someone who is very close to me is having one. And before any one gets any ideas, no, it is not me.

We were trying to figure out if having an affair always has to be sexual in nature. In his opinion, an affair and/or cheating has to include sex. If there is no sex involved, to him, there was no wrong doing. I asked him about the internet and related things such as IM's, web cams and swapping pictures through E-mail. Since he doesn't have access to a computer, this was a non issue to him. I asked hypothetically, if this was to happen to him, would he then consider it as "cheating". And to my surprise, he agreed with me.

I have never made it a secret that I have been a participant of an affair. A few times I have been "the other woman" (always with the same man) and on several occasions, I was the "cheater". I look back now and wonder what in the hell was wrong with me. What exactly was I looking for or needing? I realize now a lot of it was for emotional reasons. However, I will be the first to admit, the ongoing affair with T** was a sexual thing. But I digress...

Now, I have a title for it: emotional cheating. What exactly is it? In an emotional affair, a person feels closer to the other party and may experience increasing sexual tension. Other example are what I was telling my friend about. The picture swapping, the constant e-mailing outside of "regular" friendship, long phone calls, hiding things from your partner, web cams and in general doing things that you would not want your spouse/partner doing.
Steve and I have had a similar discussion, but never really said to each other, "Ok, here is my definition of cheating". I suppose after reading this he will know.

Think about it, if you have to hide that phone number, e-mail or IM or erase it "just in case" your partner finds it, you might want to reconsider what you are doing. I just wish someone could get that through to my friend. I have tried, family and friends have tried and she does not listen or she listens and does not take our advice. And that is sad, because she has so much to lose.

Ok, I'm done. I just needed to get that out and see what others thought about it. Am I the only one who feels this way? Or am I too extreme?

Monday, July 16, 2007

Young and Innocent

OK, I didn't say it was my innocence that was captured. But it was my youth. This is somewhere in the vicinity of 1990, with Dale. I still had baby fat and big hair!

Friday, July 13, 2007


Until I was 16, I lived in a rural area. My definition of rural: there were no Walmart, Kmart or even a local convenience store for at least an hour away. Dirt roads you could ride for hours and never see a power line or any hint of civilization. The closest thing we had was a small store located on "main" street. Did I mention there were only 2 streets? Main Street and the one that went through town. I lived on that one. But before I moved to town, I lived about 5 miles away on a farm. We had neighbors across the road but we had a lot of privacy. Even though we lived in a remote area, everyone still knew everyone else and their business. And I hated it. Yet, I miss it.

This morning, I heard a loud sound and wondered what it was. I thought the city was cutting trees again. I tossed and turned until finally the noise was so loud I couldn't get back to sleep. I emailed Steve and he asked if I had seen all the equipment outside. I made my way to the window and couldn't see any equipment but I did see a 6-point deer walking along the tree line. Behind it, where yesterday I could see nothing but trees, I could see piles of red clay dirt. I went to do a few things, came back and there it was: the big, ugly, yellow equipment.

I felt like someone had just gut punched me. I knew they were trying to sell all the land for commercial use, but I didn't know it included the land behind us. I have no doubt that within a few weeks; we will be looking at a row of new houses, all looking as though they were cut from the same cookie cutter.

I must say I am very disappointed. I guess only time will tell what will happen to our little forest. But in the meantime, I don't expect any of my new animal friends to come visiting. I think that is what saddens me the most, all those animals have to find new homes now.

They call it progress. But is it really? I don't think so.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

"city living"

With the new move and all, we supposedly live in the "city" now. I'm glad someone told us that, 'cause you sure couldn't prove it by the wildlife we have in the backyard.
So far we have encountered a baby (or very small) skunk, 2 baby groundhogs and one big fat, well fed one. Then the other day Steve said he heard turkeys. (At this point, I humored him, thinking he was just overworked) And I'll be damned if this morning there wasn't 2 hens with a bunch of babies. So here is the wildlife that comes with living in the "city". Those fuzzy spots are turkeys. Either that or we have some really big buzzards living in the back yard. Sorry about the quality, it was 7 a.m. and grabbed the first available camera.
Oh yeah, I lived in T'ville for 4 years and never once saw a skunk, turkey or groundhog. Ok, well if you count greasy spots on the road, I did.