Sex with an improper stranger?

A man was arrested for having a sexual liason with a vacuum cleaner at a car wash. And, no, I'm not making this up, just click the title. The thing that stood out the most to me was that police were called after "a resident called officers early on Oct. 16 to report suspicious activity at a car wash in Thomas Township". Suspicious activity?? Are we to think that said resident called the police and said there is suspicious activity at the car wash?

"Yes, sir, what kind of activity, could you be more specific?"

"Well, there's a jerk down there getting the Blow-job of all blow-jobs from the car vac!"

I wonder how many quarters he used....and whether I'll ever use one of those vacuums again. I mean, you really don't know where its been, do you?

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And if you look here you will find that in Great Britain, the number of people named "Cocks" and "Shufflebottom" has declined in recent years, along with other surnames. It is suggested that they might be moving away and changing their names. Well, whatever for??? I mean just think of the guy who gets to read your employment application....what a treat for him!

"So, Mr. Daft, is it, what schools did you attend, if any.....guffaw, guffaw!!

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And, here Harry Jackson broke out of a Georgia prison to steal 14 cartons of cigarettes, and was arrested when he tried to break back in. What is wrong with this picture? Is it just the economy? Finding a job that pays enough where you can afford to buy cigarettes in this economy is getting tougher and tougher. Finding a job period is getting tougher and tougher.

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You Are The Liver

picture of liver I suppose You are a very versatile, adept person. You are able to do many jobs. You seek balance at all times. You are good at adjusting yourself to keep things level. You are able to counteract bad influences. You can neutralize anything toxic. You are resilient like no one else. You can rebuild yourself completely if you need to.

What Internal Organ Are You?

I always wanted to be a liver...how freaking cool is that???
enough said......

Your horoscope for March 28, 2009 Strong forces may be acting up today and asking you to stand up a little straighter than usual, Debra. Keep your shoulders back and be proud. Don't think of yourself as any less of a person just because there is disagreement between you and the people around you. Maintain a high respect of yourself and your opinions. Say things with confidence, don't back down, but be prepared to fight.


Be prepared to fight?? WTF, I guess I'll climb back in bed and pull the covers over my head. I just don't have it in me to fight much anymore. Seems I've been fighting all my life for something, and now I just want peace.

Actually, things are going pretty well here on the home front. Our next goal is to get a car. We have been blessed with wonderful friends who have helped us out with rides and what-not, but it is nice to be totally self-reliant. I guess, in some ways, that would be perfection to me. Not to have to ask anyone for anything ever. Wonder what that says about me?

Another correction

In this post, I made the comment that I had lost respect for Tyra Banks. It was a stupid and mean thing to say. How can anyone not respect this wonderful person? And when the new season of ANTM rolled around, where was I but glued to my TV set, watching with complete fascination. I don't know what it is about this show that draws me. Perhaps its because I was tall as a child. I had gained my full hieght of 5'8" by the time I was 12. I towered over the rest of my classmates. And it stayed that way until I was 15. So, hell, yeah! seeing other tall young woman come into their own makes me smile.

Perhaps I look at them as the daughters I never had, all grown up, trying to make it in this tough competitive world. I have lived my life, since I left home, among men it seems. Many of my best friends have been men. Maybe its a good thing to get all girlly sometimes. When I walk to the mailbox, I find myself thinking, "Work it girl!" and so I do. And I laugh at myself. Which is a good thing.

I think Tyra Banks is a humanitarian, and through all of her success, she has remained true to her values. That is quite commendable. And something to be admired.

And of course I love Miss J, and Mr. J with an absolute passion. And if you don't, well there's something wrong with you.

Ok, I'm done.

Corrections

Ok, I've had some time to think about things. In my last post I lamented at length over the fact that John McCain had a bracelet with my son's name on his desk. Whether this bracelet being there was a reminder to him of those who have fallen, or was given to him by someone, or for political reasons, it really doesn't matter. I guess it is a compliment that a US Senator would remember my son.

And I also wondered if my reaction would have been the same if the bracelet had sat on the desk of Barak Obama, my candidate of choice. I probably would have danced around the house in fit of ecstasy, truth be told. And I wouldn't even have wondered why.

I also have to admit that I did not own my son. He was his own man, and followed his own heart. And that is nothing more than a fact. Yes, it still hurts a bit, but in death, as in life, I must share Travis with so many others who loved him. And there were, and are, many.

Just searching...

I found this while searching for pictures of Travis. It just occured to me today that I might find other pictures of Travis by running a search on Google. And when I did I discovered that as of Monday, July 21, 2008, John McCain had my son's bracelet, that he wore while on tour in Iraq, on his desk. So, where is it now? How did he get it? I pretty much know that, but it is out of my control.

Its so strange. I gave birth to Travis, and worried and fretted and loved him. I watched him grow from a baby to a young man, and upon his death, I feel I am forgotten. I feel shut out of his life. And its wrong somehow. (Would you like a little cheese with that whine??) I imagine that is what it sounds like, and perhaps it is. Another all purpose whine.

I wasn't the best Mom in the world. I made many mistakes. But the one thing I wanted my boys to know always was how proud I was of them, and how much I loved them. And that is not enough it seems, to even receive a nod from someone that hey, you were his mother. I know that this really doesn't matter, that just having Travis as a son was one of the things that I was most proud of and still am. But, for some reason, this hurts me so much.

And I have to wonder, why John McCain has Travis' bracelet? I can't figure it out. I just can't. I want that bracelet, I want every little memento I can find that I can treasure. And I'm selfish. And I know. And I really don't care.

God get me through this as you have so many other things. Let me remember the joy that was Travis, and not the tragedy of his death. Let me not be haunted by the knowledge that he died alone, without family, in a strange land. I know you were with him, as you are now. God grant us all peace, Lord, as I pray in the name of the Son, our saviour, Amen.