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Wednesday, March 19
I love it when a person has that way of taking words and saying EXACTLY what I'm thinking, and would love to be able to say. Cranky Chick posted this today and it's perfect. That fruit-loop on the tractor in D.C. was getting on my last nerve. I'm glad at least that is over.
You know what's weird, as I'm sitting her typing this, I have the news on in the other room and can hear them talking about planes and air raid sirens going off in Baghdad, and it just reminded me of 9/11 and just now a small commuter plane flew over head, and it gave me the chills. I work right next to a International Airport, and in the few months following 9/11, driving around, going to lunch and stuff was really hard, because the planes fly so low to the ground. It was just freaky, and so was that just now.
Kimberly posted a very interesting post yesterday. It has me thinking. I've been thinking about those subjects for a long time. I thought I'd comment here on a couple of her questions; "Could you actually kill someone?" I'd have to say yes I could. IF that person was a enemy trying to harm my family or my freedom, yes I'd kill in a heart beat. Thankfully I don't have any of my own children right now to worry about, but I do have nieces and nephews and I hate the thought of them growing up in a world where there is nothing but fighting and killing all the time. I truly hope in our life time, and theirs, it never happens. I feel for the innocent not only in Iraq, but everywhere, like our own men/women/boys/girls going to fight for our freedom. I wish that the people having the issues could just get into a boxing ring and have it out. Why do so many innocent people have to die?
Kimberly also posted this question "could you adapt to a world where you couldn't go down to your local grocery store and buy whatever you want if you have the money?"and my answer to that is, I'd have to adapt if I wanted to survive. Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Especially if there isn't a choice in the matter. Either you adapt, or you die.
And finally this question; "could you deal with having the gov't turn so against you because of your beliefs that you have to live underground and survive as an enemy in your own hometown?" NO WAY JOSE. This one would have me going insane fast. Thing is, us as Americans have it very well. So well, I don't think we think about it. Take it for granted. I can't even for one second imagine living in those conditions. I mean, one minute your watching Comedy Central having a nice evening with your loved ones....and WHAM your living in a dark basement living like a cockroach for the rest of your life, if you live at all. Yeah, no way on this one. I'd snap for sure.
I hope this ends soon. Real soon. I hate watching the news, or reading the newspaper. It's awful. So sad. I'm truly hoping this is over before we know it.
By the way, would anyone know how to point me in the right direction to get a address to mail some letters to our military? Just for support. Maybe some care packages too. Just curious. Thought a letter with some nice words, and knowledge that us back home miss them, and hope for a safe return for them and their families, would be nice. At least I know if I were over there fighting, I'd love to get anything. Might help even for 5 minutes take them away from all the evil and sadness around them.
Tuesday, March 18
Ya know, there is something wrong with me having to train MY boss on something she was in the same fricken training for. She took notes too. But no, I wasted a couple of hours today training her. She doesn't work 5 days a week. Only 4. And then has the nerve to bitch and whine about getting her work done @$#%. It's ok though her boss is on to her. He asked ME what she does all day. So, since nobody knows what she's up to, they are moving her into MY OFFICE with me. I mean do I look like I need this crap in my life? I have a life thank you very much. Don't need this shit. I don't get paid nearly enough. Could you get paid enough? I think not. I miss my warehouse job with just me and the boys in the yard. It was a irrigation supply place. LOVED that job. But...it was a little company and the pay just wasn't cutting it. So I sold my soul to the devil, and I'm now a commuter.
Sunday, March 16
Craven wins by inches at Darlington
Holy shit. Man all I'm gonna say is, that Kurt Busch in the Rubbermaid car took the whole thing very well. I'd be so fricken pissed off. And that's saying it nicely. I mean damn, you just ran a 300 lap race, and this guy comes and bumps you, and wins by the skin of his chiny chin chin. Assmaster. Arrrgggg. I don't watch NASCAR races much. I like Drag Racing. I get too bored after about the 50th time around the track. We had company today and they wanted to watch the race so we did. Don't get me wrong I still love racing in it self. Just those damn NASCAR races get me all worked up. I'm still twitching' watching this one finish.....geeze. Bad for the heart.
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