If you've been following along, you know I have zero use for the current president. I am not alone in my beliefs. Occasional I will engage a supporter of the current president and I end up in a "But what about..." death spiral.
But what about what Hillary...
But what about Obama...
But what about Bill...
But what about the connection to Jeffrey Epstein...
But what about the unborn babies...
But what about good cops...
But what about white lives...
And ON AND ON
Here's the thing...maybe there are issues with the above what abouts and a whole slew of others but, and I will type slowly so that everyone understands.
The current president is the one currently in charge as he likes to tell us all the time (INSERT EYEROLL HERE). That means for everything that goes on (lower jobless rates today) that he has nothing to do with that he takes credit for...there is something that he HAS done (saying today is a great day for George Floyd) and will either clarify or deflect blame. For those who might think or say that my statement is fake news...no, the current president did say that, it's a direct quote.
Remember, it's not fake news just because you don't like what it says.
So I leave you with this...
But what about the time a reality TV B list at best blow hard who "tells it like it is" but has to clarify everything that comes out of his mouth, sexual predator, misogynist, racist, lowlife ran for president...and in spite of losing the popular vote wound up in the white house.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Friday, January 24, 2020
Disappointment
I think the thing that is most disappointing to me is that
for 8 years we had a president who was a good person; avoided scandal (except
for the tan suit and maybe calling Kanye a jackass…even if that statement is
correct). Even if you disagreed with
everything he stood for, I think you’d be hard pressed to say accurately that
he wasn’t a good person.
Now we have a
person who not only isn’t a good president but he is one of the worst human
beings that has come around in a long time.
So it leads me to believe that many people voted for this thoroughly
horrible human being because they were outraged that a black man was elected
president twice. Or maybe because they didn’t want a woman president…which infuriates
me as a woman.
Now before you say…well Hillary is a horrible person, blah
blah blah…STOP. This isn’t about Hillary. Hillary is a different blog post. The people still chanting “lock her up” at Trump
rallies are idiots and if that makes me sound elitist, I am OK with that.
People elected a person who has been accused of crimes, has
cheated on all of his wives, is a horrible business man, stole from his own
charity, shirked military duty in Vietnam…I could go on for days describing how
horrible this person is who is president.
The pro-lifers will say, “Oh but he is pro life”. No, he’s not.
He’d like you to think he is.
Plus I have news for the pro-lifers, unless you’re willing to take care
of all of these unborn babies once they are born and if they happen to be not
white, you’re not pro-life either.
People are making a big deal about Trump being the first president to
participate in the March for Life…he’s not pro-life; he’s pro Donald Trump and
nothing more.
I won’t even get into the
argument that the government should not be making decisions about my reproductive
rights PERIOD. If only people would defend
a woman’s right to choose as staunchly as they defend their right to a gun or
100 guns.
To the people who don’t believe in climate change, please go
sit next to the people chanting “lock her up” because you’re a bunch of idiots
too.
To the senators willing to overlook facts, corroborating
witnesses and the Constitution, you’re no better than Trump is.
Oh yeah, the tax cuts…has anyone looked at the national debt
lately?
To the people angry about the Clinton connection to Jeffrey
Epstein…there is a Trump connection as well…of course that’s not important to
Trump supporters. The hypocrisy is
STAGGERING.
You may say I sound a little angry, I am but not for the
reason you think. While talking about
the trial with my sister, she said there was no hope. We didn’t go into whether she was talking
about no hope of conviction, no hope of getting through to Trump’s base, or
just generally no hope. I am angry about
THAT.
I am disappointed in every person that voted for Trump
regardless of your reasoning.
I realize he won’t be president forever and that gives me
HOPE because America is better than this daily shit show. I just hope we can convince our allies when
it’s finally over.
Friday, January 10, 2020
Are There Really People Like This?
I remember years back when Jersey Shore first came on MTV. I am a believer that MTV should play music videos and only music videos but that is an entirely different post.
For reasons I cannot comprehend Chris and I were drawn to watch a few Jersey Shore episodes. I remember saying..."I cannot believe there are people really like this in the world." Now I realize that the characters in Jersey Shore were more than likely portraying caricatures of themselves (or maybe not) but at the end of the day unless they were in a bar fight or drunkenly falling on the beach, they were really not causing any serious harm.
Fast forward a bit and we have a "reality star" living in the white house. I know I have mentioned before that the term "reality star" shouldn't exist. I mean, let's be honest, look where it has gotten us.
Put a reality star in the white house and apparently...
It's OK to marginalize anyone who isn't white...or a man
It's OK to "grab 'em by the pussy"
It's OK be hypocritical daily
It's OK to lie about everything
I could go on for hours about the things that are now OK that would have been a rip roaring scandal between 2009 and 2016 and really any other time frame in American history.
So today I ask the question...are there really people like this? Who think the above is OK? Yeah, there are...and the harm it's doing to this country is awful.
The day is coming when we won't have a reality star in the white house. I hope the damage done by him and his cronies can be repaired.
For reasons I cannot comprehend Chris and I were drawn to watch a few Jersey Shore episodes. I remember saying..."I cannot believe there are people really like this in the world." Now I realize that the characters in Jersey Shore were more than likely portraying caricatures of themselves (or maybe not) but at the end of the day unless they were in a bar fight or drunkenly falling on the beach, they were really not causing any serious harm.
Fast forward a bit and we have a "reality star" living in the white house. I know I have mentioned before that the term "reality star" shouldn't exist. I mean, let's be honest, look where it has gotten us.
Put a reality star in the white house and apparently...
It's OK to marginalize anyone who isn't white...or a man
It's OK to "grab 'em by the pussy"
It's OK be hypocritical daily
It's OK to lie about everything
I could go on for hours about the things that are now OK that would have been a rip roaring scandal between 2009 and 2016 and really any other time frame in American history.
So today I ask the question...are there really people like this? Who think the above is OK? Yeah, there are...and the harm it's doing to this country is awful.
The day is coming when we won't have a reality star in the white house. I hope the damage done by him and his cronies can be repaired.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Call 911 First!
Hi blog friends. It’s been a while.
Had another little health adventure this past weekend. While I try to inject humor into my posts, please take my title seriously. I am fine but have heard my title multiple times since Saturday and every person that has said it is right.
Last Saturday started early...my elderly beagle had a vet appointment and it was still dark when my alarm went off. For those not local to Chicago, until the time change this weekend, the sun comes up around 7 these days.
Came home from the vet and grabbed some Belvita cookies for breakfast as I headed out the door to the first of 2 soccer games for the day. My niece and nephew had both made the playoffs in fall soccer this year. I had time in between to stop and home to send Chris and Charlie off on a college visit for the weekend. Back to the pitch I went for game 2. Both teams ended up losing which when you are a spectator and the temps are in the 40s, it’s not the worst thing. The players did not share my theory.
After the games I drove home, had lunch and remembered I had not taken my usual meds earlier so I took them with lunch...I take blood pressure meds which I acquired from that whole cancer experience. I was also finishing a prescription for bronchitis.
Spent Saturday afternoon doing chores specifically switching from summer clothes to winter clothes which involves many trips up and down the basement stairs. I was also doing laundry, baking an almond cake and paying bills...basically honing multitasking skills. LOL
I was going to my Mom’s for pizza, so about 4 I finished up, showered and got ready. It was pouring. It had poured most of the day.
I had a few minutes before I needed to leave so I plopped into Chris’ recliner and turned on the Property Brothers.
Very suddenly, I was aware of my heart beat. VERY AWARE OF MY HEART BEAT. It was going fast. I looked at the heart rate monitor on my I-Watch...171. Hmmm, that’s pretty fast, sitting here watching the Property Brothers. I took a few deep breaths think my heart rate would go back to normal....181...deep breathing didn’t work. I was a little nervous to drive anywhere so...
I called my Mom. Told her what was going on. The pizza was delivering to her house so...
She called my sister.
For those that don’t know, we live within 5 blocks of each other.
I had removed the watch because I thought seeing the numbers was making it worse...the numbers had been fluctuating but had not gone below 100. My resting heart rate is between 65 and 70.
My sister arrived; pouring doesn’t begin to describe how hard it was raining.
We discussed for several minutes what to do. I was starting to freak out a bit.
Finally...we called 911.
The paramedics came...did the usual work up. Brought in the EKG machine...the read out was fairly impressive. 😳
We then discussed if my sister was going to drive to the hospital or if I was going in the 🚑. FOR A FEW MINUTES I CONSIDERED NOT GOING IN THE AMBULANCE. Then the paramedics said if I didn’t go with them, they couldn’t help if something worse happened. Suddenly the ambulance was the best idea ever.
My first thought when this started was, “Is this what a heart attack feels like?” I didn’t have chest pains, a pain running up my arm, I wasn’t clammy, nauseous or dizzy. I felt fine except for it felt like my heart was trying to escape my chest through my sternum.
At the emergency room, we went through the same questions...
Chest pains? Nope
Nauseous? Nope
Shortness of breath? Nope
Clammy? Nope
Dizzy? Nope
Heart rate 170.
When they hooked me up to 2 IV lines and the EKG machine, the diagnosis was arterial fibrillation (A-fib). I was quickly getting meds to bring my heart rate down. It was like flipping a switch and my heart rate eased. In a few more minutes I had converted back to normal sinus rhythm. I had still earned admission to the hospital.
I am not going to lie. Saturday night was pretty scary. If you’ve followed my blog from the beginning, you know I am not one for causing a lot of commotion. Take my advice, CAUSE THE COMMOTION!!!
I spent 3 days in the hospital. Took a bunch of tests. Have some new meds. I am fine. And lucky. Bottom line...my heart is in great shape but needs to learn to relax. I’m working on that.
The paramedics, nurses, doctors, nursing assistants, stress test techs, and every person I have spoken to have said I should have called 911 first and I know how lucky I am it wasn’t something worse.
Had another little health adventure this past weekend. While I try to inject humor into my posts, please take my title seriously. I am fine but have heard my title multiple times since Saturday and every person that has said it is right.
Last Saturday started early...my elderly beagle had a vet appointment and it was still dark when my alarm went off. For those not local to Chicago, until the time change this weekend, the sun comes up around 7 these days.
Came home from the vet and grabbed some Belvita cookies for breakfast as I headed out the door to the first of 2 soccer games for the day. My niece and nephew had both made the playoffs in fall soccer this year. I had time in between to stop and home to send Chris and Charlie off on a college visit for the weekend. Back to the pitch I went for game 2. Both teams ended up losing which when you are a spectator and the temps are in the 40s, it’s not the worst thing. The players did not share my theory.
After the games I drove home, had lunch and remembered I had not taken my usual meds earlier so I took them with lunch...I take blood pressure meds which I acquired from that whole cancer experience. I was also finishing a prescription for bronchitis.
Spent Saturday afternoon doing chores specifically switching from summer clothes to winter clothes which involves many trips up and down the basement stairs. I was also doing laundry, baking an almond cake and paying bills...basically honing multitasking skills. LOL
I was going to my Mom’s for pizza, so about 4 I finished up, showered and got ready. It was pouring. It had poured most of the day.
I had a few minutes before I needed to leave so I plopped into Chris’ recliner and turned on the Property Brothers.
Very suddenly, I was aware of my heart beat. VERY AWARE OF MY HEART BEAT. It was going fast. I looked at the heart rate monitor on my I-Watch...171. Hmmm, that’s pretty fast, sitting here watching the Property Brothers. I took a few deep breaths think my heart rate would go back to normal....181...deep breathing didn’t work. I was a little nervous to drive anywhere so...
I called my Mom. Told her what was going on. The pizza was delivering to her house so...
She called my sister.
For those that don’t know, we live within 5 blocks of each other.
I had removed the watch because I thought seeing the numbers was making it worse...the numbers had been fluctuating but had not gone below 100. My resting heart rate is between 65 and 70.
My sister arrived; pouring doesn’t begin to describe how hard it was raining.
We discussed for several minutes what to do. I was starting to freak out a bit.
Finally...we called 911.
The paramedics came...did the usual work up. Brought in the EKG machine...the read out was fairly impressive. 😳
We then discussed if my sister was going to drive to the hospital or if I was going in the 🚑. FOR A FEW MINUTES I CONSIDERED NOT GOING IN THE AMBULANCE. Then the paramedics said if I didn’t go with them, they couldn’t help if something worse happened. Suddenly the ambulance was the best idea ever.
My first thought when this started was, “Is this what a heart attack feels like?” I didn’t have chest pains, a pain running up my arm, I wasn’t clammy, nauseous or dizzy. I felt fine except for it felt like my heart was trying to escape my chest through my sternum.
At the emergency room, we went through the same questions...
Chest pains? Nope
Nauseous? Nope
Shortness of breath? Nope
Clammy? Nope
Dizzy? Nope
Heart rate 170.
When they hooked me up to 2 IV lines and the EKG machine, the diagnosis was arterial fibrillation (A-fib). I was quickly getting meds to bring my heart rate down. It was like flipping a switch and my heart rate eased. In a few more minutes I had converted back to normal sinus rhythm. I had still earned admission to the hospital.
I am not going to lie. Saturday night was pretty scary. If you’ve followed my blog from the beginning, you know I am not one for causing a lot of commotion. Take my advice, CAUSE THE COMMOTION!!!
I spent 3 days in the hospital. Took a bunch of tests. Have some new meds. I am fine. And lucky. Bottom line...my heart is in great shape but needs to learn to relax. I’m working on that.
The paramedics, nurses, doctors, nursing assistants, stress test techs, and every person I have spoken to have said I should have called 911 first and I know how lucky I am it wasn’t something worse.
Monday, August 5, 2019
8.5.19
When I was sick, so many people told me they would pray for me or have a good thought for me. It was humbling for sure. I am Catholic by birth, baptism, etc; non practicing at this time due to some issues I have with the Church. I have not let the mistakes of the Church affect my relationship with God.
Members of a synagogue in Connecticut prayed for me. Members of a mosque in Nevada prayed for me. Friends who don't believe in God held me in their thoughts. People I had never met lifted me up and I believe had a hand in my healing.
Not sure why this came to mind today; two days after two deranged individuals decided to shoot up crowded places full of innocent people. Kind of makes you wonder what is wrong with the world, doesn't it?
What made me so special that people went out of their way to help, offer words of encouragement, prayers, etc?
What makes people so angry and filled with hate that they walk into a Walmart, a theatre, a hotel room, a college lecture hall, a classroom, down the street of an entertainment district and shoot? And before the debate begins, they are not all mentally ill. Some people are just evil.
Since Saturday afternoon, I have had a nagging desire to do something. I am not even sure what. Something needs to change...check that, A LOT of things need to change.
Thoughts and prayers are not enough to fix this.
Being divided over semantics isn't going to fix this
A wall isn't going to fix this, the problem is on the inside like a cancer.
Members of a synagogue in Connecticut prayed for me. Members of a mosque in Nevada prayed for me. Friends who don't believe in God held me in their thoughts. People I had never met lifted me up and I believe had a hand in my healing.
Not sure why this came to mind today; two days after two deranged individuals decided to shoot up crowded places full of innocent people. Kind of makes you wonder what is wrong with the world, doesn't it?
What made me so special that people went out of their way to help, offer words of encouragement, prayers, etc?
What makes people so angry and filled with hate that they walk into a Walmart, a theatre, a hotel room, a college lecture hall, a classroom, down the street of an entertainment district and shoot? And before the debate begins, they are not all mentally ill. Some people are just evil.
Since Saturday afternoon, I have had a nagging desire to do something. I am not even sure what. Something needs to change...check that, A LOT of things need to change.
Thoughts and prayers are not enough to fix this.
Being divided over semantics isn't going to fix this
A wall isn't going to fix this, the problem is on the inside like a cancer.
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
When the farce is over.
When this farce of a presidency is over, there are a few things I NEVER want to hear or read again.
"double down"
"the president tweeted"
"make America great again"
"special advisor to the president"
"Kellyanne Conway"
"Mar-a-Lago"
"disgrace"
"failing New York Times"
any combination of "best" "great" "very best" or "greatest" when spoken by the 45th president when referring to himself, his staff or something they have done.
"repeal and replace"
"the Trump administration"
"fake news"
"Fox News"
"the wall", "build the wall", "Mexico is going to pay for the wall"...Pink Floyd's The Wall is OK.
the chart showing how much time has been wasted golfing by the tweeter in chief
photos of Ivanka Trump playing world leader with zero qualifications; she's not even a great fashion designer
photos of Steve Bannon, Michael Cohen, Stephen Miller, Kellyanne Conway, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Stormy Daniels, any of the others of the legion of 45's dalliances
"grab them by the..."
The one thing I will miss when this farce of a presidency is over.
SNL parodies
"double down"
"the president tweeted"
"make America great again"
"special advisor to the president"
"Kellyanne Conway"
"Mar-a-Lago"
"disgrace"
"failing New York Times"
any combination of "best" "great" "very best" or "greatest" when spoken by the 45th president when referring to himself, his staff or something they have done.
"repeal and replace"
"the Trump administration"
"fake news"
"Fox News"
"the wall", "build the wall", "Mexico is going to pay for the wall"...Pink Floyd's The Wall is OK.
the chart showing how much time has been wasted golfing by the tweeter in chief
photos of Ivanka Trump playing world leader with zero qualifications; she's not even a great fashion designer
photos of Steve Bannon, Michael Cohen, Stephen Miller, Kellyanne Conway, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Stormy Daniels, any of the others of the legion of 45's dalliances
"grab them by the..."
The one thing I will miss when this farce of a presidency is over.
SNL parodies
Friday, July 12, 2019
Will It Come Back for Me?
I found out today a friend passed away. Not anything new as you get older but this friend died of cancer.
She had cancer several years ago and beat it.
When it returned, it was everywhere.
I swear I hate cancer with the fire of a thousand suns.
Almost immediately, my irrational brain started to race...wondering if someday cancer is going to come back for me. For a split second the fear is paralyzing. Then a mini panic attack.
Breathe in, breathe out.
My heart slows to a normal rhythm, the rational brain regains control. I have no control over my lymphoma returning. I am 4.5 years from diagnosis and a little over 4 years from learning I had gone into remission. After 5 years, the chances of a re-occurrence become minuscule. Tick tock. I don't like to wish my life away, but...
Will it come back for me??
Not today.
She had cancer several years ago and beat it.
When it returned, it was everywhere.
I swear I hate cancer with the fire of a thousand suns.
Almost immediately, my irrational brain started to race...wondering if someday cancer is going to come back for me. For a split second the fear is paralyzing. Then a mini panic attack.
Breathe in, breathe out.
My heart slows to a normal rhythm, the rational brain regains control. I have no control over my lymphoma returning. I am 4.5 years from diagnosis and a little over 4 years from learning I had gone into remission. After 5 years, the chances of a re-occurrence become minuscule. Tick tock. I don't like to wish my life away, but...
Will it come back for me??
Not today.
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