Monthly Archives: June 2008

TMI (Disorder?)

WARNING: Portions of this post may be offensive to some readers. Discretion advised.

As I’ve mentioned on several occasions, I use the city bus to get to most places. There are a few benefits to this:

  • I have unlimited transportation for $25 per month.
  • I don’t have to cringe every time gas prices go up.
  • I can’t be pulled over for speeding or other minor traffic violations.
  • I don’t have to pay extra for insurance or maintenance.
  • Instead of fighting traffic, I relax with a book while I get where I’m going.

While there are a few downsides as well, the benefits far outweigh them in my opinion.

  • If it’s raining, taking the bus is a bit inconvenient.
  • Texas summers are very hot, which can make waiting for a bus unpleasant.
  • Sometimes I need to do more shopping than I can carry back on the bus. Even that’s not a real problem, though; I only do it about once a month, and then I just take a bus to the store and call a taxi for the return trip.

But the single most annoying thing about riding the bus is being part of a captive audience for people who either don’t know or don’t care that perfect strangers may not want to hear about all their personal business.

Why are some people perfectly fine with shouting into cell phones about their STDs in front of a bus load of perfect strangers? And what makes some people think that it’s OK to strike up a conversation with a stranger, using the fact that they were just released from jail as an opener?

Oh, I’m not exaggerating. Not even a little. These are some of the least disturbing things I’ve heard on the city bus.

Today I had to sit for forty minutes while some loud mouth on the bus talked non-stop to two other people, but loud enough for everyone on the bus to hear. Not only was I completely uninterested in the conversation and annoyed by his lack of consideration, toward the end of my trip, I had become quite uncomfortable with it all. Allow me to share with you some of the things that I now know about a perfect stranger:

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Hillary Supporters For McCain

One quarter of Bay State Hillary Clinton supporters are undecided in the general election, but Sen. Barack Obama still has a comfortable lead in blue-state Massachusetts, according to a new poll.

In addition, 20 percent of Massachusetts Clinton supporters have switched sides and now say they’ll cast a vote for Republican John McCain in the November election, according to a Suffolk University/WHDH (Channel 7) poll released yesterday.

Boston Herald.com

What kind of sense does this make? Did Hillary’s defeat give her supporters brain damage? If Hillary supporters are now prepared to vote for McCain, I can’t help wondering why they supported Hillary in the first place. If they supported her based on the issues, surely they would get behind Obama now!

I’m almost at a loss for words. It’s mind-boggling!

Hillary herself supports Obama now! Those of her supporters who turn around and vote for McCain might as well spit in Hillary’s face and take an enormous crap on their own agendas.

Unless, of course, their agendas were never really the same as Hillary’s to begin with.


Celebrating Voluptuous Women

Ladyjaye75 posted this video on her blog, Dancing With My Mirror. Living in a culture that believes skinny = beauty, and often treats women who are bigger than a size twelve like they don’t deserve the air they breathe, I found this very refreshing.

One person commented that it’s just another instance of “women being objectified in the music industry”. While I understand how it could be perceived this way, I personally disagree. The “big girls” in the video are not being objectified in my opinion, but rather humanized and celebrated.

All too often, voluptuous women are ignored or, worse, sneered at while thin women are thrown in our faces and held up as the ideal standard of beauty. It’s about time they/we had our moment in the spotlight without being mocked.

Mika’s video, Big Girl You Are Beautiful is below the fold. I’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions.

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One Fine Boy

My son, who I’ll call John, will be starting middle school in August. He’s going through all the normal changes that boys his age experience, and things aren’t always easy. Sometimes I feel like I could run screaming from the house, ripping my hair out. But for the most part, John is a great kid.

We went grocery shopping today. John was a few steps behind me as we strolled through the aisles. I was just about to turn a corner when I heard him say, “Here, let me help you with that.”

I turned around just in time to see John lifting a case of sodas into an elderly woman’s shopping cart. At that precise moment, another woman of about the same age approached the same section, and appeared to be considering her selection. John stood back and waited until she had decided, then he helped her too.

The two ladies smiled at each other and appeared to be pleasantly surprised. They thanked John and called him a “fine boy”.

This sort of thing is not out of the ordinary for John. He really is a good kid and I’m proud to be his mom. As he continues to develop and grow, things will continue to change between us; it’s just part of the natural progression into manhood. Some days will be more difficult than others, and sometimes I may feel like I don’t know my son at all. Then I’ll remember days like this.

What John did couldn’t have been planned. He simply saw someone in need of help and offered assistance without hesitation. He didn’t need to be asked and he didn’t want or expect anything in return. That is part of who John is. And it’s no small part.

He really is one fine boy!


My Husband Tagged Me!

No need to call the cops or anything. He’s a good man and didn’t mean any harm.

It seems that Mike has given birth to a new meme. At least I think that’s what he said:

While I was thinking about Bacon numbers and the like, I happened to have my browser open and I caught sight of a recent comment, and thus was a new meme born.

Here’s how it works:

1. Go to the latest comment you have from someone else. Go to the blog of the person who made it. If that person doesn’t have a blog, go to the next one.

2. Click the latest comment on that blog from someone else. Go to the blog of the person who made it. If that person doesn’t have a blog, go to the next one.

3. Do this again until you have gone six blogs away. If anyone on the way doesn’t have a latest comments widget, just pick the first comment you see.

4. Post about it. Tag at least a couple of other people.

Mike posted his and then tagged me, so here’s what I found on my little journey:

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Finding My Fictional Way

Gary, my friend and fellow blogger, recently had the idea to start a blog ring/group for writers and readers of fiction. The name of the group is Idiosyncratica, and you can find links to all the members in my menu.

Although I’m more of a reader than a writer, this has rekindled a long-neglected desire to write fiction and I have to admit, it’s somewhat frightening.

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Defining “Prepaid”

I am absolutely livid! I just got off the phone with my cell phone company, and my head feels like I’ve been beating it against concrete.

I should begin by explaining that I have prepaid service with no contract. Last time I paid my bill was for service from May 11th to June 11th. If I decide to discontinue service after that, no action is required. If I don’t purchase another month of service on or before June 11th, the service will be suspended on the 12th and terminated in thirty days. No harm, no foul; neither of us owes the other and we go our separate ways.

A little while ago, I called to find out about having a specific feature removed because I’ve had no use for it over the past two months. Since I have prepaid service, I should be able to do this and pay the reduced amount on June 11th, right? Pretty simple, huh?

So why the hell did I just spend the last hour on the phone explaining the concept of prepaid service and resisting the urge to swear and call people names?

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