The Bad
All kinds of crazy
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Me: So, what do you think?
Him: I think you’re getting too bored, too often. (followed by mad cackling)
We got a call from USAGC, which is the USA green card lottery people. I filled in the application in order to enter another, unrelated lottery and promptly forgot about it. Honestly, I feel a little dirty. The woman who called me up had an intelligible but heavy accent, and while she was rambling up all the countries that were not eligible in this lottery (oh, we are fortunate to be born in the land of Danes and Funland, respectively, for sure) I couldn’t help think how she might just be working at a callcenter in any of those countries herself.
I felt slightly dirty telling her I’m a housewife. And more so when she told me it was OK because I am married to someone who does have a job.
And by the way, we have twice as much chance to win because we’re married. And Carlita would of course get a green card too.
It feels all kinds of wrong to be eligible just because of where we were born. I don’t speak for all Funns, but I’m sure they’d be able to find a million other people that are more deserving than the two of us - and I wanted to tell her; Lady, you do not want us. Trust me.
I told her I needed to discuss it with my husband, because she wanted us to pony up money. I devilishly lied and told her Jelly Man was working while he is, in fact, on his third week of a month long vacation - spending much of his time farting and playing poker - and felt utterly disgusted with myself.
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In other news, I got my period. That is all kinds of relief and only slightly melancholic.
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He behaved like a gentle giant, but he was the smallest of us all. He died, and I already forget when, but his grave is neatly tucked between two berry bushes - something I’m sure he would approve of, had he only known - and it rained later that night, how fitting. I couldn’t help thinking that the roses bloomed so hard and fiercely this year just for him. His little box was padded with rose petals and stemless roses. We’re pretty sure he passed away in his sleep, and thinking back we do remember him being a bit on the tired side as of late.
Every now and then it hits me hard, but he had a pretty good life. And a long one, six whole years.
R.I.P. Twin, the boarest of boars.
No regrets
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
We had a fight. One of those loud and ugly affairs that leave you wondering if anything, anything at all, will ever be the same again. When even the kissing and the making up felt like an obligation rather than a happy ending to an unfortunate episode. For the first time in years I was actually worried that this would be the end, that we had lost each other in a battle of words, tears, the occasional bitch slap and slamming of doors.
I knew this morning when I wrapped my arms around him, my nose planted closely against his neck, that all the bickering in the world could not end us - but thank god we did make up, because it would be a hellish half decade coming up if we didn’t put it behind us.
I mean, won’t somebody think of the children???
So, with all of it put behind us this has been chalked up to lessons learned - perhaps more so than any other is;
Grilling? Is not something worth fighting over.
No, seriously.
Fuck
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thank god for my phone, cause the whole computer went *poof* today, too.. Damn.
The hows and who’s of child abuse
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Unless you have been hiding under a rock lately, you have most likely noticed that the “blogosphere” is ablaze with child exploitation allegations, and from that stemmed the “what about the child molesters!?”. It’s so rare for me to have an opinion that I even care to share (sometimes I feel so dry, my skin flakes and falls from my forehead every time I feel one coming on), that and I just can’t bear to write them down (that’s what I have Jelly Man for! He gets my sense of humor at least), but I just got to chime in this time.
I’m not for or against - do what you want, or what feels right to you and yours (if the two are not the same, and I would guess that often they’re not), but I just have to laugh out loud* at one argument I have seen more than once these past weeks.
*Yes! An actual LOL, IRL! ROFL!
Ahem..
Look, I understand that not everyone feel it’s safe to put up pictures of your children, and I can see how the argument goes, and might even agree a little bit. It just gets a little laughable when people start making the claim that they are making sure their children don’t get in contact with “questionable people”, assuming there is some sort of definition for “questionable” and as if you can tell from looking at someone whether or not they are more or less likely to abduct your child and abuse him/her. Especially since about 95% of children know their abuser.
Who in their right mind lets their child be alone with someone they know to be a child molester? Exactly - no one sane would, yet it still happens. And not because we put our family pictures up on our silly blogs, whether big or small. We have gotten babysitter offers from a lot of people, some of whom we trust to be able to take care of Carlita if need be, others whom we don’t, and we both agree that we aren’t taking any of them up on their offer; Not because we think they are child abusers, but because we wouldn’t be able to tell if they were.
Exceptions being my mum and Jelly Man’s dad, who happens to not have offered.. yet.
Again, I respect that opinions differ on the matter of putting pictures on the web, but I think it is demeaning to those parents whose children have been molested by someone they trusted, school teacher, coach, priest, other family member, family friend and so on, to imply that other’s are not taking the safety measures they could be taking, because I am willing to believe that most of them would never have thought themselves to be leaving their child in the care of someone “questionable”.That, in fact, most child abusers, sexual or otherwise, look pretty darn “normal”.
Child abusers mainly look at child porn, not family photos, and in my case some nitwit masturbated while looking at me through the bookshelves of our library when I was 15 - not exactly your typical “questionable” hang-out place, if you ask me, and I would have personally preferred that the guy had stayed at home that day and masturbated to my picture, than have him brush his load off on me in the isle after he was done**.
**I was utterly clueless as to what exactly had just happened - it took me a couple of years to figure that one out.
The world is turning out to be a really sick place when one feels awkward filming one’s daughter’s face while she is getting her diaper changed, for fear of what others would think should they find out what is going on where the camera is not filming. Yet that is exactly what happened the other day when Carlita was talking up a storm during her diaper change. To pervert family photos, lulling people into believing they are safe as long as they don’t put pictures on the web, is not helping the actual issue, if you ask me.
But then, that is just my opinion, so I’m curious - what is yours?
