I dunno. I didn't like them before the one offered her opinion about Mr. Bush. I still don't. But not because they're ashamed that Mr. Bush came from Texas.
I don't like them more than I didn't in the first place though, because to me they're superficial and shallow. Hell, if that's how they feel, it's how they feel. I'd have respected them more had they not apologised, and not gotten nakey before the world with those words written all over themselves.
This blatent cry for pity and mercy is embarrassing.
Please, for heaven's sakes, God, don't let others in countries far, far away think all of us Southern Women are like the Dixie Chicks.
I've never hidden the fact that I do not, have not, will not ever like or approve of Mr. Bush for our president. Our economy, has gone to hell in a handbasket. I knew it would the second I found out he was our new president. It has nothing to do with the war. Perhaps the Dixie Chicks don't like the economy either. Or the look in his eyes. Or the way he speaks in semi circles, never really making much sense...
I'd like to think maybe this woman thought she was being responsible and using her position to try to make others think about what's going on under the Bush administration, but I'm sorry, I can't do that. If they were trying to be responsible citizens, interested in making the public aware, it seems that they would have maybe publically campaigned to stop him from being elected before the fact. And it seems maybe they would have made their comments here in the states. And it seems like maybe they wouldn't have apologised.
It just seems to me she was saying what she thought the folks in the audience wanted to hear and it didn't even occur to her that Americans would hear it and take offense at what she said. Once she was enlightened, she apologised, and then they got nakey trying to hit Americans in the sympathy department.
Ugh!
Where is the pride there?
Pity and Empathy are well and good Mercy too is a precious thing to give to those who've made mistakes.
I hope they've not destroyed their careers. I have a hunch the other 2 will throw Natalie Maines to the wolves and save themselves before it's over.
I sincerely hope not. I hope them the best. I think their fans should think about once more buying their cd's, posters, and other things right now, the same as they did before.
I'm thinking those same fans had to know these gals were a tad shallow in the first place. The comment about Toby Kieth's song being stupid shows that much. (Earl was an intellectually stimulating song?) Don't just go with the flow because everyone else is.. don't be afraid that if they do still "like" their music they'll be ostracized.
Isn't peer pressure a bitch?
I was watching television this afternoon, when a commercial for one of those allergy meds came on. They were saying their product was good to stop watery eyes and sneezing brought on by allergies.
At the end, it said, don't use this product if you have liver problems, side effects may include back pain, liver failure, nose bleeds, skin infections, shortness of breath and nausia.
Oh yeah..
I'd trade watery eyes and sneezing for back pain, liver failure, nose bleeds, skin infections, shortness of breath and nausia any day!
Also see:
Chaetophobia, Trichopathophobia, HyperTrichophobia
http://www.networkofminds.com/networkofminds/phobia.cfm
I'm a cold hearted bitch, I've discovered. Watching 20/20 tonight, I stared with disbelief at the women there who have this disease. They pull out their own hair, strand by strand. Why? Because it feels nice.
Huge bald patches, and frankly ugly full bald heads, full of nothing but short hair just beginning to grow back in. They were so upset with themselves, couldn't stop they say, no matter how many meds they'd used to try to overcome this affliction.
I know some people have genes that are slightly.. not working and I've heard some of the dangdest phobias out there, but this method of self mutilation made me alternately scowl, and laugh. WHY would they think doing something like that felt good enough to make them want to disfigure themselves? It's beyond me.
My own genetically twisted mind immediately jumped to a bar scene where some.. genetically twisted man who watched that walks up to a beautiful woman, who is graced with a gorgeous headful of hair. He reaches out and begins pulling strand after strand until stunned he picks himself up off the floor, rubbing his face, wondering why the hell this one didn't find it pleasurable.
e-frickin-gads
what the hell's wrong with me that I can't feel pity for someone who purposely disfigures themselves?
Some online friends have taken to repeating phrases I use, "I can't like that!" "Be's good!" "Hep me, honey!" ..etc.. *laughs*
I wonder if they realize I get most of those phrases from Mikyla. I have to say when I read something someone online wrote using those little phrases it tickles me. Mikyla is touching people she doesn't even know.
She's going to be 3 years old on the 28th of this month. I can't believe how fast the time has flown, it seems like just 5 minutes ago we were all taking turns to walk the floor with her, trying to ease off her colic.
Now, she's talking up a storm, smart as a tack, always into something comical, always thinking. Some of the things she says just cracks me UP completely, and I sit here wondering how on earth she comes up with them.
Lordy, Lordy, I do love that child. :)
A new study by..ever who it is that studies the effects of cigarette smokin' just released their findings of their latest study.
Cutting down smoking doesn't reduce your risks of cancer or other cigarette smoking related illnesses. They say, so if you cut back thinking it'll cut your risk, it won't.
*laughs*
Wonder how many will say "Ah the hell with it, then.", and go right back up to two and three packs a day since cutting back won't matter?
Yes, we have them. I've never seen one over 2 inches long, but we do have them. They vary in color from a dull looking brown, to a rich deep maroon color.
They're said to be non-poisonous, but when I see one, I swear I can't understand how anything that vicious looking could possibly be non-poisonous.
Sarah said that when she got home tonight, she grabbed a pair of sweats from her floor and just put them on real quick, to get out of her work clothes, and she felt something sting her. She took them off right fast and sure enough it was a scorpion. She said she caught it and drowned it in the commode, and then called the hospital to see if she should go in but they told her they were full, that it would take a while to look at the sting, but they assured her that they're not poisonous...only if she's allergic to wasps and bees, which she's never been before. They further told her that if she starts feeling light headed, to get herself down there.
She said she was feeling fine and thought she'd be alright and she was going to bed. I sure hope she's ok. And I sure hope the knew what they were talkin' about at the hospital.
Part of me wanted to go be social, but most of me was tired, and just wanted to be anti-social and think quietly and just work on some graphics. Too, I wanted to play on Exo but I knew I'd goof something up, my brain just didn't want to go there tonight.
I'll play twice as hard tomorrow!
...had a really nice Easter. I got a lot of pics, and I really need to update their pages, but I swear I don't have time!
I didn't get to see Acey Easter day, but he's been here since.. yesterday and today. Yesterday he was once again the scream king, but today he was a little doll. He must not have felt good yesterday.
They all ate good today, and were in good moods. We danced in the living room, and I swear before Mik would let me stop I thought I was gonna drop! Sheesh!
I got Mallory some bananas for today, but forgot to give her one. She was too busy with Oranges and pringles for her snacks. I love to watch her eat a banana.. *laughs* she looks just like an orangeutan!
It's SO Cold!
We just slipped into 'Blackberry Winter' yesterday.. the temp has dropped, it's cold and rainy and it won't be long now before the blackberries start blooming.
I wanted to take Mik fishing but we're gonna have to wait now, it's just too cold.
The rain and wind is knocking the dogwood blooms off my tree in the yard - and we all know what that means.. The Bass are bitin'!
She came to tell me tonight because she said my phone was busy. I didn't know why at the time, but I found out later that Mallory left it off the hook when she was 'talking' to her other gramma.
She said she dreamed that bon had twins, a little boy and girl, both weighing 15 pounds and they almost killed her being born. She said that shortly after Bon got out of the hospital with them, she went to visit Lisa, a baby on each hip and they were such big newborns, they were already crawling.
If my own grandmom was alive, she'd probably say that's a dark omen. That the twin births, mean 2 people in the family are going to pass away. Since that's a sucky thought, I'll interpret it as Lisa ate too much pizza before she went to bed, and had Bonnie on her mind!
How come he didn't look scary to me before he was arrested? He looked like an asshole, but he didn't look scary. Mom and Lisa look at that guy and just cringe.
I can't say as I blame them. Laci, Lisa, assholes wearing bleached goutees. Ugh.
Mom was telling me this evening that they found the body of another pregnant woman in that same area where they found Laci. She also heard there were several women who've gone missing when Mr Peterson was in the vicinity. She said he could be a serial killer and I'm wondering if maybe that's so. I sorta doubt it. As a friend said, he'd not have dyed his hair and started to take off. Most serial killers just keep right at it until they're caught. You never know tho.. that 2nd body found there makes me wonder.
Dr. Lecter. This character from the books of Thomas Harris is probably my all time favorite bad guy/horror character. While a prominant character in "Red Dragon" - he wasn't the primary focus, but he was still in there, big eyed, and scary - speaking that intellect that leaves you wondering if you wouldn't be insane too if you had all of that rattling around inside of your head.
I enjoyed the book and loved the movie, Anthony Hopkins made a perfect choice for the Lecter character.
I guess his prison is just a set in the movie, and not shot at an actual insane asylum, but if it were, I'd sure like to go there to get some pictures for my Dark Card shop. It sure looks like one eerie place to be to me. Everytime one of the FBI agents start down the stairs towards Lecter's cell to have a talk with him, I'm just certain he's somehow managed to get out and is gonna be waiting to chew their faces off in that stoney hallway.
*laughs*
Gotta love that cannibal!
Someone stumbled onto a body and that of a fully formed fetus in California yesterday. They think it's the missing Laci woman from California. Some folks think her husband did that to her, and I just don't know what to think. Something in my mind doesn't want to let me admit that a husband could do that to his pregnant wife and his baby, well, I know they can and do all the time, just I don't want to believe that. At Christmas time no less.
I hope he didn't do it. I hope if he did that he gets the death sentence.
I hope ever who did it is caught and punished, I can't begin to imagine what that woman's family's been going through all these months. God bless them.
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Looks like Bush is feeling confident that this war with Iraq is pretty much over. Now I'm wondering who he's gonna go after next. Syria or North Korea.
Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome. This stuff sounds scary. Straight out of Steven King's "The Stand". I went shopping today. Then out to eat. The whole time, in the back of my mind, I watched people, wonder where they'd been, did they just get back from China, or did a relative or friend who did, and came back to shake their hand? Or did a relative or friend shake the hand of someone who did?
Oh yes, I'm Polly Paranoid, but when you've caught as many viruses from babies as I've managed to do this year and last, I think I have a right to be.
A simple cold goes through my house like wild fire. Yes, even with precautions and constant handwashing. Even with Lysol spray and Bleach used on countertops and in the bathroom.
SARS. Sheesh, as I looked around the restaurant I came up with quite a few different ways to catch it. None though, I'm sure that haven't already been mentioned in Steven King's book.
In my mind movie, the couple at the next table gave it to the waiter who gave it to the cook, who touched everyone's plates, who touched them too, who went shopping and touched all sorts of things, which was touched by all sorts of others who went home to their families who went out to eat and ...
ugh
Captain Tripps. Randal Flagg is out there..and he's in a mood.
Easter, Mik's Birthday, Dad's Birthday, Ot's Birthday, Paul's Birthday. sheesh, April is relentless! I did get all my shopping done though and now I'm ready for every single event. so April.. bring it on!
Our 7 POW's were released today and will be home soon, isn't that wonderful!!
I looked into the mirror the other day and to my dismay there were quite a few of these bright metallic silver hairs. No, not just soft gray or even white.. but big FAT METALLIC SILVER! What the hell is up with that? This is the perfect plan?
Oh excuse me, but I see a ton of imperfections here..
*lists them*
This...old age thing isn't right. After 40, these aches and pains start crawling out of the woodwork...
I sit on the floor. I've always sat on the floor. Just.. that's what's natural. Lately, jumping up and going about my business sends a spasm of pain through my calves and my left knee is beginning to object. The damned thing acts like it's trying to lock in place. Where in any plan is stuff like this perfect? I mean, I've used these knees all of my life, why now.. why now do they, mine or anyone's, want to start stiffening up and getting all arthritic?
And what about these lumps and bumps? Where is the perfection in that, unless you're Shrek? I...am...not...Shrek.
In mid August of last year I had three tumors removed from my back. Where one was, just close to my right shoulder, it's STILL aching like crazy and makes my right arm hurt so much! I can't move my shoulder, or lift the babies without this white hot pain shooting through it. That whole deal hurt like hell. And costed out the tush. I'll never do that again, not ever. I have a new one on my back, and three on my left arm. One of them is in the muscle halfway between my wrist and elbow and it feels like it has a smaller growth attached to it...sorta like some hateful little half assed built snowman. Where..just where is the perfection in that plan, I ask?
And what about vision? I was trying to watch the news. But..the television looked shadowy to me. So...I went over to it to see if one of the settings was out of adjustment. But to my amazement, the closer I got to the blasted thing, the better I could see it. Well with my still clearly thinking mind (how long? how much longer in this perfect plan, will my mind be thinking clearly?) I decided the only way to stop the shadows on the television was to push the couch closer. HA. If the perfect plan calls for me not to be able to see the television, I've foiled that little game right fast. Just.. it worries me thinking that maybe next year I'll have to push that sucker 3 feet from the tv, then 1 foot and what then? Perfect plan my ASS.
And tell me, in this perfect plan, where the heck did my hearing go? Why do soft consonants suddenly sound invisible? Why does the question asked of me, "Where are you going?" sound like "Ear a gong?"
It's not a perfect plan at all, I don't care if it DOES say so in the Good Book.
Ot's Birthday is on the 15th. If I don't go shopping tomorrow, he's not going to get it on time. I meant to go tonight but I was just not in the mood to shop. *laughs at herself* well I'm not ever in the mood but I was less in the mood tonight than usual. I will go in the morning, I swear! *promises herself*
I can understand the Iraqis looting from Sadam's palaces, and the homes of his sons and his thugs, but I can't understand why they want to loot other places. Fair's fair.
I'm working on my journal this evening. The babies are all gone for the weekend, and already I do miss the little runts. It does give me time, however, to try to get my journal the way I want it to look, and then I can work on my card shop some more.
We'll see how it goes.