~ is that a "keeper" or what??? hehehe... I love my boys... damn... :) :D :D :D :D
TWO HOURS!!!!!!! That would be the time chewed off the bones of my life by the drive into work today.
There is a god... and she freaking hates me!
~ besides the grimace that a two hour commute painted on me?
~ blue ftls
~ black jeans
~ icon shirt (it's a p-z shirt btw)
~ new black er... new "jet" black sweater... with a couple of horizontal stripes... and, btw, "Jet" is a black stone (thanks sugar).
~ same shit, different day... word!
~ wishing there was a new West Wing to look forward to... but alas... earwax.
~ to shoot some serious congratulations over to my very favourite Toy... and her family dailymom's hubby, the Tom-inator, scored the job!!
~ to point out to you guys that you absolutely blow me away ... the Diet thread yesterday is a fantastic example of what I love about this place. Good info... real people, talking about real life. You rock. (and Amy is almost too freaking adorable for words)
~ some serious BIG UPS to angryvixen by way of congratulations on the job zone!!!
~ if I said "ldy has really go it..." would that make sense? ...
~ for a few free turnips... but I definitely wouldn't look to jennfromtx for them... but I would go to her for some serious smiling...
~ that sweet Jess... er... that would be pixiecup gets her lil'self better...
~ for that nausea to ease up a tad... for my lil'preggers Sugar-T... Mrs tonya :D
K... two things... one deep, almost rant like... one dramatically less so;
RWANDA. Kill a billion brain cells by reading through this web site [ :: ICTR :: ]
Ok, Canadian soldiers getting blown up in Kabul... a dry, wasted, arm pit chunk of the world that can glow in the dark for all I care. On a good day I can argue in favour of globalizing the notion of peace... but those are days that I forget we are nothing more than animals that just happened to get really lucky. Tell me again why there are 5000 troops from various countries polishing their guns in Afghanistan? Because the Taliban is there? Ok... send in 50,000 gallons of napalm and fry the fuckers... NO? Not a good idea? Well how the hell is 5000 troops supposed to BRING DEMOCRACY to that butt-hole of a country? How many soldiers have died in Afghanistan? How many Afghans (wait? don't those go over the back of my sofa?) have died? How many people died on 9/11? How about in Iraq? Having some serious fun there aren't we... American boys and girls are dying on a regular basis there... but they have oil... and they apparently have an endless supply of Iraqis to add to the body count... So add all this up... How many dead? NO REALLY... HOW MANY DEAD?
K, no go back a few years... Delaire is a man... he is a Canadian... and a member of our Armed Forces. He was in Rwanda several years ago... and he put a call into the United Nations... The call went something like this "Hi... listen... these people are absolutely fucking whack... we need a massive force in here TOMORROW or there is going to be serious trouble." And the United Nations HUNG UP ON HIM telling him to "bite me" ... although they said it with a pretentious accent.
THEN THE NEXT DAY (ok, it took longer than that) EIGHT HUNDRED THOUSAND... say that out loud so you really get it.. .ok? 800,000 people were slaughtered ... and I'm not talking bombs and automatic weapons... I'm talking "hacked" here... Did the UN ever lift a peace keeping finger? No... there's just not enough oil in Rwanda to actually give a rats ass about them. Oh and Delair just wrapped up testimony at the tribunal... where the CRAZY BASTARDS are being defended by lawyers that argue there was no genocide... it was just a little internal struggle... eight hundred thousand men women and children.
Yessireee... we're all doing a wonderful job of being a global law enforcement agency.
Now, something a wee bit lighter...
A friend pointed me to a bizarre web today... The Shoe Project... dare ya... (Ok, so it's not like painfully exciting... but hey... beats eating bugs)
My submission to [ :: The Shoe Project :: ]
[ :: my IKEA slippers :: ]
Curled against the inevitable.
Lonely slipper, left behind.
Non slip soles...
with a non-stick soul.
See ya on the flip yo.