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Saturday, March 24, 2007

NO SIR< I don't like it

I don't like it one bit. 12 hours of watching a construction site 40 miles from my home. I was filled with dread when I was driving there this morning, I saw the signs for Oregon looming up ahead, and I knew I had gone the wrong way. I wondered how I was going to fix the mess I was getting into. Steven called me on the cell phone and told me it was the right way, and I felt much better.


HOWEVER, its an awful gig. I have to remember the money, and remember it is only till MAY, at which time I will wonder what I am going to do for work again.
MAN I whine a lot. I just want to go to school and not work at all, ok? and I want lots of money to spend, funny how it doesn't work out quite like that.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Dramatica (Orgy) Its a band ok???



It has been a collision course into Dramatica these last two days, if I were to tell the tale, it would sound like sarcastic humor.
Last night I had the rice that would not cook, while I was standing in the kitchen staring at the pan daring it to remain hard, I looked up to see the cd rack fall over in slow motion. Five hundred cd's being spread with precision over the living room carpet. The screw was still stuck in the rack. That sucked. The UTI I have been fighting was bad, and I hurt, I wanted to stay home and skip going to drug class. I went, it got worse, I had to leave early, the fun part was telling the ex cop why I had to leave. (can't say, "MY PEE PEE HURTS!") Anyway, Daine and I had a talk about his challenged hygiene and came up with a solution we can both live with, or else I take him to Dr.Holinhishead. He agreed to work on them again.
We watched Labyrinth for the umpteenth time and loved each others
company. I think we beat David Bowie to most of the good lines. I realized I had been watching that stupid movie for about twenty years now.
Health and Welfare called last night and got threatening. I was to drive fifty miles and get all the paperwork on the non existent Dad delivered. DAMMIT, nothing has changed, I don't know where he is , I don't want to know, and the man is ill, they should leave him alone. Talk about the government beating on a dead horse. THEY would, and require a form to fill out that the horse was indeed dead.
I turned it in, the woman helping me, was laughing her butt off. (WHAT DID I SAY?) she said I had made her day. That's nice considering I am having such a lousy one. On the way in a semi was laying on its back wheels up, that is a strange sight, one I don't want to see again too soon, I am hoping no one was killed.
Took me a long time to get to Boise, I would have liked to stay and shop, but I had to hurry back to Meridian, because Steve wanted to have my oil changed on my car. Steve got busy, as SO FUCKING USUAL and I had to drive on home to Nampa.
He cannot be there for me, all his best plans are thwarted by something, and I am tired of being emotionally empty and discarded.
Consider I have had three date offers this week, that I turned down, all for what? because I am not single? I am not? Really!
OH well, usually jerks ask me out, men who want something for nothing and don't like putting a little effort into anything. I like men too, just the nice ones don't ask me out.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Reefer Madness





A long time ago, media was a new thing, and people were easily swayed by what they were told.
Seeing something in print or watching it on a reel to reel, seemed to make it all the more believable.
In our time it is hard to believe that someone would really accept the propaganda being dished out in Reefer Madness, but many people did.
What we begin to realize after a bit of watching, this was not put out as an educational film.
It was against the law to show drug use or anything pertaining to immoral acts. This being purported as a warning, turns out to be merely exploitive; in order to get around the strict laws in the 1930’s and make a quick buck.

http://www.archive.org/details/reefer_madness1938

Considered THE archetypal sensationalized anti-drug movie, but it's really an exploitation film made to capitalize on the hot taboo subject of marijuana use. Like many exploitation films of the time, "Reefer Madness" tried to make a quick buck off of a forbidden subject while skirting the Motion Picture Production Code of 1930. The Code forbade the portrayal of immoral acts like drug use. (The illegal drug traffic must not be portrayed in such a way as to stimulate curiosity concerning the use of, or traffic in, such drugs; nor shall scenes be approved which show the use of illegal drugs, or their effects, in detail.)

There are many shocking scenes that made it through the sensors. When our apartment owner sans drug seller slowly slides her delicate nylons over her long thighs, we know we are not watching a drug educational film. We know we are being duped.
Not only is it an unpleasant movie, but boring too. Too much emphasis put on the lack of moral character of the pot smokers. One of the quotes from this movie states that Marijuana is worse then heroin. After I stuck it out through the one hour and eight minutes of horror, I felt irritable, missing time, and restless, many of the symptoms reported by the pot smokers in this light hearted film.
I am in no way a supporter of the wonders of pot, in fact, I don’t think it has much use at all, it is only a guess that it might be a pain reliever and its only main characteristic is it keeps people from barfing, which would be useful for chemotherapy patients. If people have cancer I think they should be able to eat, drink, and smoke whatever they want. For everyone else, grow up. Pot is harmful.
However after watching the movie, I would be so mad that I would want pot made legal.
Most of us don’t like being played. That is what this movie tries to do; it wants us to believe that it is based on facts from police archives without naming any true news sources. It runs a bit like an urban legend, only more annoying.
In conclusion, possibly the only thing this movie can claim is it must have stood the test of time for entertainment value, only I don’t know how, for it is a poor story plot and very bad acting.
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Banana Muffins


Sherman the Cocker Spaniel, did not get a banana muffin.

No More Mr. Nice Guy

Last night the cat ran away, but I caught him, in the excitement, I lost the keys.
Fortunately I made a set of house keys for everyone last night, and I had a hidden car key.
I have not found my keys yet.
Today I knew how much money I had for food, and was trying to spend it accordingly.
All hell broke loose, a manager had to re do the whole food order, and I was feeling kinda down.
He was so kind and understanding that I felt better. I was on the verge of tears, and blushing profusely.
When I got home, Sherman decided that I do not get enough exercise so he took off. I chased him all over the complex with the bags of groceries sitting neatly on my porch.
EVENTUALLY he decided I was out of breath and he would come home.
I am making banana muffins in a few minutes and he is NOT getting one. Stupid dog.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Morning



I am tired, not much sleep, and three A M Cheesecake. Steven came for a visit.
I missed him, seems like forever since we talked.

Three in the morning and cheesecake


Something woke me up. I have cheese cake on the brain, SO I ate it.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Ahh Mamma

I wished you were here. I miss you right now, this moment. mom things have been so bad, gone so wrong, and now that I think I got a handle on it, I want to see you.
I am fifty in May, you died at fifty two. This creeps me out a bit. I am not superstitious about that, just thinking how young you were. So young, I am sorry for all the years you suffered, and I am thankful that I was there for you, I loved you then and I love you now.
NOW Mommy I am doing things I never would have done a few years ago, my integrity has fallen by the wayside, and I don't know if it will ever be right, I could show him to you, I could tell you all about him, you would like him, though you would not approve.
Poverty has been a major part of my life for the last eleven years. Divorce from Michael who you loved and the birth of a new son, another beautiful child of mine that you would never see. You missed all my children and now my grandchildren. You should have stayed around longer. Do you know that Leah is still around? I think she lost her mind, they all seem to do that in her family. Kinda Karma ain't it?
Shit, I sit here crying thinking about you, I need to think on other things. I wish you would pay me a visit. When you left the earth so sudden I thought you would haunt me but I never saw you again, only in your casket, and I knew you were not there.
I think you whispered in Janelle's ear when she was born, that's all I have from you.
You would adore that child, she is such a bright spirit, just like you were. She could charm a bird from a tree just like you, but she does not know it.
Come pay me a visit in my dreams, I promise I will listen this time.
Love Glena Jean

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