Short People Got No Reason........

Alright. We here in Nebraska woke up to the same news you did. Let me be clear: EVERYONE IN THE STATE, AND I MEAN EVERYONE EXCEPT THAT JUDGE AND THE DEFENDANT, ARE AS OUTRAGED AS YOU ARE!!!! We are not going to become a haven for short child molesters. The judge is a wack job, who, I hope gets voted out with great speed. (Can she be impeached..? Hmmmm). Anyway, we are concerned about this poor girl. It is hard enough for someone to come forward when this happens, so when we are betrayed by the poor, misguided, crazy judgment of someone who we expect to hand down justice, this just make it that much harder to do.

I understand that some spokesperson for the "WE ARE SHORT" league, or whatever, in New York applauded the judges decision saying that it was about time that people started standing up for those who are short of stature. ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? If I were a short person I would be hopping mad that anyone would say such a thing in my defense. They are a protected class now? WHO PROTECTED THE CHILD? I am literally sputtering at the ignorance of some people! The only positive thing I can see coming out of this is..........No, nothing positive at all. If we pass a mandatory law saying all first time sex offenders are required to serve jail time, why then would we need the judges? Think on that. We don't need judges, we just make a new law. In our outrage this seems like the way to go, but in the long run, I don't think it is the right answer. Our countries government was set up so there would be a balance of
power. If we don't like what a judge hands down, we make a law to contradict it, and we get what we want.

I've always felt a little miffed at the fact that our founding fathers choose to set up the electoral college because they didn't trust that "we the people" could make a decision based on what was best for the country, not just who we like best. Now, I think that maybe they did have a point. We get a ballot with a bunch of names on them and we just mindlessly color in the box with our number 2 pencils. We have only ourselves to blame for this mess. We weren't informed, we cared more about who would be Govenor, then who was protecting the rights of the people of the State of Nebraska. We know that we are going to take a lot of heat for this. But it won't happen here again.

A Symptom, not the Disease

Ok.

I'm a wreak. My daughter is graduating Sunday. When I think of all those people who thought that by my having her as a single mother that I was sentencing her to a life in a double-wide, with clothing from a garage sale as her Friday going out finery, I am just fill with pride at what she has accomplished. Not me, it was all her. She could have been raised by wolves, and I'm not saying that we are better than wolves, and she would have turned out as wonderful. I was very lucky. I know it. She is the kind of daughter parents hope for. We were truly blessed.

My husband and I have separated. We are getting a divorce. (does anyone else hear Tammy Wynette?). Seriously, this feels real. We are behaving very rationally, and adult like. We have relaxed because the pressure is off. I'm miffed only because my vanity has been bruised that he gave up without a fight, however, to say that there was no battle is a lie, as we have been trying to wrestle each other off this mountain for a lot of years, and now that I have won, the victory seems empty. He was my friend before he was my husband, and that is the part that makes this the saddest for me. I am losing a friend. Oh, we will still be friends, yes, we will but we won't have that closeness anymore. I'll miss that. We make each other miserable, so this is for the best. My oldest son treats me the same way his dad did. That is why we have to end this. We are a bad example of what a marriage is. My mother used to say that all men were no good. I never believed it. I never believed it because I didn't want it to be true. We have to have hope. Hope that things are not as bleak as they seem. And faith. "Jump, and the parachute will appear."

I'm jumping.

Not Been a Good Week

You know, there must be something going around. I don't know how many of the blogs that I read where the writer is bummed over the last couple of weeks. Various reasons, but basically we are all kind of in a not so great mood. I don't want to say "BAD" mood as that implies meanness of spirit and biteiness of nature, which is only true in my case, but there is a lot of "whoa is me!" kind of thing happening. You know, life changes, its too rainy, this blog sucks, why are you wasting your time? kind of feel out there.

We all just need to get together, drink tequila, go bowling, and laugh until we cry. Purely for therapeutic reasons. Or have ice cream. Either would work, but not both. That is just way too much comfort!

My daughter graduates in a couple of weeks, and I am convinced that no one will show up for the aftergraduation party. Now she graduates on a Sunday, around 2:00 in the afternoon, so I invited everyone over afterwards. Its a Sunday, my mom and other extended family are coming so there you go! But its also on a Sunday. Can't really drink and celebrate when you have to be up early Monday. And we all know what a lousy cook I am (my bitch sisters constantly tell me this.....on every food occasion), and as I am uppity and self important, I'm really only having a party not for my daughters benefit to celebrate her accomplishment, but to rub my families face into the fact that my daughter is the first of the grandkids to graduate even though there are 6 who should have! (I'm apparently that way).

So now the insecurities of my family are to be visited upon my daughter. Some of my friends will show, but just briefly, so basically I'll have a party for no one. I plan on getting her a lap top for a gift, as the school she goes to, OVERACHEIVER and RICH MOFO HIGH, provided her with one while a student, and she says that she will miss having it. At the school she goes to, this is like a $20 bill stuck in a card, nothing really, but to my white trash family, it is just another one of my showy attempts to point out that I am better than them.

Wellburtin? Hell! I need the Zanex!!!!!