Okay, first off...Capt. Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger is not a hero. You heard me. He is not a hero. Is is a DAMN GOOD pilot. An excellent pilot who was doing his job. He didn't freak out or panic or freeze or do anything stupid. He did his job. Those passengers better count their lucky stars that he was flying that plane, but he is not a hero. A hero would have been a passenger that took command of the plane and did the same exact thing Sully did. Capt Sullenberger deserves a medal or an award or some other type of accolade, but quit calling him a hero. That was his blinking job and he did it.
Secondly, I am sick, absolutely sick of memorial tributes stuck on car windows and makeshift altars on the side of the road. That is what obituaries, funerals, gravesites and mausoleums are for. Especially if the person who died did something stupid (drunk driving or extreme sports) or died of old age. C'mon! Old people die! Get over it. And people who do stupid stunts and stuff for adrenaline highs got it coming. They don't deserve a tribute any more than I need another french fry. That being said, people who are devastated over the loss of a YOUNG child, a drunk driving VICTIM or a casuality of something EXTRAORDINARY, then maybe, just maybe, they could grace their car with the appropriate memento. Or even a body tattoo. That is cool. That stuff cluttering, littering, the side of the road is just stupid. Those crosses you see in Mexico are from actual grave markers. The poor sucker was buried where he died because they had no other resources to get his poor butt home.
Lastly, all the fools who voted for Obama.....well, nevermind....
17 January 2009
07 January 2009
Happy New Year
I live near dairies. In fact, where my house sits, used to be a dairy. It was called the "Dairy Preserve." Meaning it would always be a dairy and not real estate. So much for that! Now it is a HUGE community called "the Preserve at (insert city here)"
Just north of me is the community airport. Just east of THAT is a couple of still remaining dairies. And one of those particular dairies has, what I call, a birthing pen. The guy who operates the dairy puts cows having babies (calving) in there. The cow pops out a calf and then they are separated for life! Or something. All I know is that they don't stay in the birthing pen for long.
One Sunday, I was driving by and this poor cow was laying down, calving (I think that is the appropriate term). A little white snout and two little white hooves were sticking out her rear end and she has this horrible expression of pain on her cow face. I recognized that look! I stopped the car so the kids could see. My boy was mortified and my girl was grossly facinated (like watching a train wreck).
Some days the pen is empty. Other days the pen will have anywhere from one to four cows. I saw one tonight at dusk, just barely starting the process and 90 minutes later, after dark, there was the baby! I didn't stop this time, due to lack of light. Usually, I will stop and stare at the fluffy, fuzzy CLEAN calf standing in the pen looking perplexed. "What the hell is this place?!?!," I can imagine it thinking.
But as soon as those babies are out, they are taken away, only to be replaced by the next moomma (like that? see what I did there? MOOma instead of Momma?)
Oh, yeah. New year. Well, so far so good. Except for the whole trying to get a job situ. I am interviewing and have a couple of good prospects and don't doubt I will be hired. It is just I needed to be hired LAST MONTH! Certain realities have kicked in earlier than anticipated and I seriously think I have to default on some bills. GOD I don't want to do that. But what is the point of writing a check that will bounce? Only to get a surcharge for NFS on top of the late fees and over limit fees and whathaveyou. Other than that, I can't be happier.
I have a good life. I have an employed husband that loves me (even if it isn't the husband I expected to be, I could have done a lot worse). I have two healthy children (yes, they have their own issues, but they are here to teach me, instead of me teaching them). I have a nice roof over my head. Food in the fridge. Cars (and a motorcycle!) in the garage. Yes these are things (cars and houses and clothes) but it sure beats sleeping in a car that doesn't run while wearing threadbare, ill-fitting garments. I have good family (well, most of them!!) and good friends. I have my health back and a new set of boobs! LOL
I honestly have NOTHING to complain about. I AM HAPPY. So, I wish you all a happy new year year and count your blessings instead of cursing the trials. I have finally learned that. :0)
Just north of me is the community airport. Just east of THAT is a couple of still remaining dairies. And one of those particular dairies has, what I call, a birthing pen. The guy who operates the dairy puts cows having babies (calving) in there. The cow pops out a calf and then they are separated for life! Or something. All I know is that they don't stay in the birthing pen for long.
One Sunday, I was driving by and this poor cow was laying down, calving (I think that is the appropriate term). A little white snout and two little white hooves were sticking out her rear end and she has this horrible expression of pain on her cow face. I recognized that look! I stopped the car so the kids could see. My boy was mortified and my girl was grossly facinated (like watching a train wreck).
Some days the pen is empty. Other days the pen will have anywhere from one to four cows. I saw one tonight at dusk, just barely starting the process and 90 minutes later, after dark, there was the baby! I didn't stop this time, due to lack of light. Usually, I will stop and stare at the fluffy, fuzzy CLEAN calf standing in the pen looking perplexed. "What the hell is this place?!?!," I can imagine it thinking.
But as soon as those babies are out, they are taken away, only to be replaced by the next moomma (like that? see what I did there? MOOma instead of Momma?)
Oh, yeah. New year. Well, so far so good. Except for the whole trying to get a job situ. I am interviewing and have a couple of good prospects and don't doubt I will be hired. It is just I needed to be hired LAST MONTH! Certain realities have kicked in earlier than anticipated and I seriously think I have to default on some bills. GOD I don't want to do that. But what is the point of writing a check that will bounce? Only to get a surcharge for NFS on top of the late fees and over limit fees and whathaveyou. Other than that, I can't be happier.
I have a good life. I have an employed husband that loves me (even if it isn't the husband I expected to be, I could have done a lot worse). I have two healthy children (yes, they have their own issues, but they are here to teach me, instead of me teaching them). I have a nice roof over my head. Food in the fridge. Cars (and a motorcycle!) in the garage. Yes these are things (cars and houses and clothes) but it sure beats sleeping in a car that doesn't run while wearing threadbare, ill-fitting garments. I have good family (well, most of them!!) and good friends. I have my health back and a new set of boobs! LOL
I honestly have NOTHING to complain about. I AM HAPPY. So, I wish you all a happy new year year and count your blessings instead of cursing the trials. I have finally learned that. :0)
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