Because I'm just too tired to be original....

This one requires no words! Just mega-laughter and rolling eyes! Poor little bunny.


This is an absolute JAW-DROPPER! This guy is a loser! Although I do agree with his view on the whole "purchasing sex" thing, there is the fact that women now work during the day and still take on everything that stay-home moms do also. That's two, count em two, jobs. And one of those (mom) being 24/7. While he thinks that men should just continue on being men. That leaves, ummm, no time for wifely responsibilities! Gawd! Jerk. And I really must point out, that my hubby has been so much more helpful around the house! He is scraping toilets and doing laundry and cleaning floors. And all this without being "rewarded"! And, in turn, I take out garbage and have been seen (and laughed at) up on our roof shingling. I have shoveled snow and mowed lawns. Admittedly not as much as he has, but outdoor crap doesn't need to get done daily like house/parenting crap.
Seriously guy, get over yourself! Imagine when HE'S got a man cold?


Now this I find absolutely pathetic!!! Here is this poor woman who probably shattered a couple of vertebrae and what is her shining moment? Her panties. Get a grip!

Four Boyfriends

Once upon a time there was a girl who had four boyfriends.

She loved the fourth boyfriend the most and adorned him with rich robes and treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.

She also loved the third boyfriend very much and was always showing him off to neighbouring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another.

She also loved her second boyfriend. He was her confidant and was always kind, considerate and patient with her. Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, and he would help her get through the difficult times.

The girl's first boyfriend was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth and kingdom. However, she did not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him!

One day, the girl fell ill and she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life and wondered, 'I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, will I be a alone.'

Thus, she asked the fourth boyfriend, 'I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company? 'No way!', replied the fourth boyfriend, and he walked away without another word.

His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.

The sad girl then asked the third boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?' 'No!', replied the third boyfriend. 'Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!' Her heart sank and turned cold .

She then asked the second boyfriend, 'I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?'

'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied the second boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.' His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, and the girl was devastated.

Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you I'll follow you no matter where you go.' The girl looked up, and there was her first boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition and neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!'

In truth, you have four boyfriends in your lives:

Your fourth boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time and effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die.

Your third boyfriend is your possessions, status and wealth.When you die, it will all go to others.

Your second boyfriend is your family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.

And your first boyfriend is your spirit. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.

However, your spirit is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go. Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that will follow you to the throne of God and continue with you throughout Eternity.

Thought for the day: Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.


I'm off enjoying my Thanksgiving weekend. I'll be back tomorrow for some normalcy!

I Am Woman - Watch Me Vote!

This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenceless, but they were jailed
nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking
for the vote.

(Lucy Burns)

And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'

They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

(Dora Lewis)

They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating,choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists

imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)

When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited.

She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because-why, exactly?

We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

"Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.'

It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too.

When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry.. She was--with herself.

'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote,she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'

HBO released the movie on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order."

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote right, left or independent party – remember to vote.

Taken from an email I received this morning.

Just A Random Thought

1. Many of our geniuses suffered from mental illnesses.  Was this the case with the person who thought to eat whatever was inside the thing that came out of the chicken's ass?

Just curious.

Side note:

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!!

Happy Birthday Tammy!!

:o)

Fx4

Happy Friday everyone!  Wahoooooo!

This photo is definitely worth a click to get the full effect of their expressions!  I love this one. It was taken by one of those computer photo dealies at the top of the Drop of Doom or some such thing at our local West Edmonton Mall.  I don't know if it is known throughout America or if it is more popular just here in Canada. Regardless, it is a whole lot more fun than it used to be. I remember when I was a kid, my parents would say we were going to that mall, and we would complain bitterly! It had nothing. but. clothes. Ick. I know, I'm an embarrassment to the female race, but I truly hate to shop. HATE IT! Now, the kids faces light up when we say we are going there. Which isn't often, but .....

Wow. Sorry. I was really rambling. No worries. I'm done.

Now get this.  I have a whole weekend ahead of me. With no work to do. Which is a good thing. Because there just wouldn't be any time.  

We are off to party with friends on Saturday night, Thanksgiving dinner at Mom's Sunday and Leon's family on Monday. And I'm not taking my camera.  Tee hee!

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!  

And go stop by Candid Carrie for many, many more photo connections!  I don't know how she does it!

Wordful Wednesday - Amber Alert

My intent today was to post a picture of a 7 year old little girl.

After I blurred out her face.

Does that make sense to you?

Probably not.

I was unable to make her unrecognizable, so I decided to introduce to you this little girl's father. It is also a powerful photo.

We had an Amber Alert on the weekend. You may be asking "Why, then, dear Rhonda, are you not posting a photo of the little girl?"

Well, this story has a heart-wrenching beginning, disgusting middle, and happy ending.

This suspect (for the remainder of this story we'll just be calling him "Real Sick F*#k", okay?) went to the neighbourhood playground and called a little girl over to his jeep. He told the little girl that he had kittens for sale, and would she like to see them? Her brothers saw her climb into the jeep and ran over to try to stop her, but they were too late. They got there in time to bang on the windows. A neighbour got part of the license plate. The children ran home to tell their mother.

And every parent's nightmare begins.

"Real Sick F*#k" had this little 7 year old girl for almost four hours. In this time, he drugged her and raped her. Then he left her at a hotel an hour out of town with some money and a note requesting that she get home safely.

Does paying the little girl, somehow in his warped little brain, make this okay? I'm disgusted by the whole thing, but that one detail has me a little stumped. And you know what? Even drugged, this little girl probably smiled and said thank you when he gave it to her. They are so, so innocent.

And I'm actually thankful that he drugged her first. Hopefully that made the ordeal a little easier on her. As easy as it can be, anyway.

So, we do have a happy ending. Anastasia safely made it home. And that is the reason I am not posting her photo. I realize it is still on line. But because she is a minor and they have announced that she was sexually abused, her name and photo will no longer be published.

"Daniel Todd Gratton (aka Real Sick F*#k), 44, was arrested without incident Monday morning at an Edmonton residence. He was also charged with sexual interference and administering a noxious substance."

He was also on parole for past crimes against children. He raped one 70 times in a 6 month period. Then he moved into a condominium complex, surrounded himself with kids, and no one knew he was there. What on earth was a pedophile doing living so near children? This part, anyway, is a definite system failure.

And yes, I know he could have done it anyway, any time, any place. But, really, this is like me going into a 7-11 daily and not buy a slurpee. Helllooooo? Not friggin' likely.

Only a few days earlier, a 14 year old was killed in broad daylight just steps from her home. That family would, obviously, give anything for this happy ending. They are still looking for her killer.

What on earth is this world coming to??

We are all keeping our children a little closer these days.

I've left a note in comments that is worth thinking about (I believe it is comment number 20), and also would like to add that Real Sick F*#k is also now charged with raping (molest is not a strong enough word, I don't care what anyone says) another little girl on Friday, just two days before, with the promise of ice cream as a lure.

Head over to see Angie

for more

Wordful Wednesdays!!

I am so, so sorry.

Okay, so it has actually happened.  

I have run dry.

I cannot think of a single thing to tell you.  

There is no funny story picking at my brain just a dyin' to be told.

You've heard my embarrassing stories.

I've introduced you to my family.

You remember when I tried to kill my brother.

You visited during destination Camp Candid Carrie.

I got tagged, but no one stayed to play. This one may be new to you.

Looking back, I notice how much my writing style has changed. Zero comments the first time this picture was posted.  It was since posted on a Candid Carrie Friday, and it got 21!!   Wow! 

I'm so happy to know you all!

It's Wordful Wednesday tomorrow.  Are you ready?

Monday Madness!!! No, really! It was crazy! So this is all you get from me today. Pictures will come soon.

Hahahaha. Somebody deserves to get hurt for writing these. :-) But I do love the LSD one...


Japanese scientists have created a camera with a shutter speed so fast, they can now photograph a woman with her mouth shut.

A boy asks his granny, 'Have you seen my pills, they were labelled LSD?'
Granny replies, 'F..k the pills, have you seen the dragons in the kitchen?!'

A woman standing nude in front of a mirror says to her husband, 'I look horrible, I feel fat & ugly, please pay me a compliment.'
He replies, 'Your eyesight is perfect.'

Wife gets naked & asks hubby, 'What turns you on more, my pretty face or my sexy body?'
Hubby looks her up & down and replies, 'Your sense of humour!'

Woman's Creed

Live your life in such a way that

when your feet hit the floor in the morning,


Satan shudders & says...

"Oh SHIT! She's awake!!!

After 5 years of heated debate, the Commission of Human
Rights approved the new International Symbol of Marriage.

Foto Fiesta with Candid Carrie!!!!!!

So, here we are again welcoming another delightful Friday.  I hope yours is as beautiful as ours promises to be!  Now on with the show:

I have been informed that I have gotten a little too serious lately. Too sad. Maybe too melodramatic.  I have to tell you, though, that while yesterday definitely had some negatives, I had a hoot writing it and actually thought it was quite funny.  The internet is not ALL good, so then neither was my poem.

So today I am bringing you some of the fun that I truly like to write about.

My life.  And Leon's misfortune.

What we have here are medications that you should not combine within a 30 minute window. Another good rule to follow is to only allow one person to do the medicating!  Let me explain.

Leon was very sick with a head/chest cold not long after we had our Olivia.  Let's all remember this whole 'just had a baby' thing as we read through this okay? I'm not all bad. Not really.

So, I'm doing the usual broken sleep/feeding baby, and managing quite well. Adrenaline takes us through what needs to be done. For baby. Not for anyone else. 

Leon was coughing all night, so when I got up with Liv in the middle of the night, I made him some Neocitran and grabbed some Tylenol cold tabs on my way back to bed. (Actually, let's take this opportunity to point out that the bedrooms were upstairs and I had to make a special trip downstairs to get this for him.)

I nudged Leon and told him to take some medicine.  He told me that he just took something. I didn't hear him get up, so for all I know, he could be talking about before he went to bed. I'm not TRYING to kill him. Seriously! He had no life insurance at the time. He was of much better use to me alive.

So I convinced him that it's okay. Take the drugs and boot this thing out of his system, right? Hmmmm.  And, being all proud of the wonderful wife that I am, I then fell fast asleep.

I was awakened by a thump. I slide my hand over, and Leon is no longer in bed. So I haul myself up YET AGAIN, to now check on my husband, who is fast asleep on the floor. 

This is where the internal struggle began.

Do I just leave him there? He truly looked so peaceful. Sort of like when he passed out when we were having Cassie, only then, I truly thought he was dead. He's such a spotlight stealer.

I digress.

I proceeded to nudge him with my toe. He will tell you that I kicked him, but he was unconscious, so really, what does he know?  I NUDGED him again, and said "Hey, you loser, get back into bed!"

Leon groaned.

I nudged him again and told him to get his butt back into bed.

So he hauled himself up onto his knees and laid his head on the bed. Still groaning. Now he's saying, "Something's wrong. I feel funny. Something's wrong."

I went back to bed. But, to my credit, I did ask him if he wanted me to take him to the hospital.

Silence.

Then, "I feel funny. Something's wrong."

"Well, wake me up if you want me to take you. Snore."

I know. You're all judging me right now. But, seriously, what man isn't a wuss when he's sick? I think we, as women, are generally out of sympathy by around the second head cold of any relationship. We learn fast. That is where my thought process was taking me. Oh, for the love of all that is holy, suck it up. 

Little did I know at the time, that poor Leon, who has had two alcoholic beverages IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE, and no drugs to speak of at all, was high. And a little drunk on Neocitran and cough syrup.  He was probably having trouble functioning at that point, but I was fast asleep, so I can't tell you for sure.

We discovered in the morning that he had, in fact, gotten out of bed while I was with Olivia, and took some medicine. So he was triple dosed. 

When he fell out of bed, he had actually sat up, and then fell out of bed head-first (which paves the way for MANY comments, and I welcome every one of them) which explained why his head was at the foot of the bed, on the floor. 

And me without my video camera.

Thanks for coming!  Now head on over to Candid Carrie for more!!!

Before the internet ......

Before the internet was thunk

I'd grab my kids and dance.

I'd stop to change a diaper that stunk

Quiet the rowdies with just a glance.

Before the internet was the rage

I'd take walks with other moms.

I'd read a book, page by page,

And look quite good in thongs.

Before the internet was hot

I'd sleep at night with hubby.

I'd take the time to clean up snot

and hands and faces that were grubby.

Before the internet was mine

I'd talk and laugh with friends.

I was lookin' good and feelin' fine

And was quite proud of my rear end.

Before the internet was my life

I'd go spinning and lifting weights.

I was a playful mom and awesome wife

And it was good. No.  It was great!

But alas I love the internet

And love to blog so dearly.

Wash the floor? Why? Just get it wet

And dusting is done yearly.

I used to have to leave my home,

To do banking, pay the bills.

Now from my desk, the stores I roam

Develop pictures, legalize wills.

Why play with kids, they're doing fine.

Where are they now? Who knows.

All is quiet, I hear no whine,

But their lack of parenting shows.

But that's okay, blog friends will say,

For we all have each other.

We give support in our own way,

Laugh and cry with one another.

Since the internet was born,

I've developed special friendships.

Although from some I feel the scorn

I really do believe this.

And yes I know that Mama Kat

Could really be a man.

But, see, I'm totally okay with that,

I'm definitely still a fan.

So that's my life before and aft

The computer was my centre.

And blogging is my art, my craft,

The margarita in my blender.

So come on over, meet the crew

We'll have a drink, on me.

Kat's kids will make the stew,

And we'll make blogging history.

Melissa is running her Pay It Forward contest!  Stop on over and leave some comment love to enter!!!

Head on over to Mama's Losin' It for more

enjoyable homework assignments!