The New Cigarette Tax

Well, I tried

I tried to take a baby picture of Rihanna and add her current injuries but I’m no good at that so this is the best that I can come up with. It’s Rihanna if Chris had done the same thing to her as an infant:

Of course, there are plenty of pictures of abused girls. I imagine their stories would horrify Rihanna just like her story horrifies us. Rihanna would be acrimonious to see these kids but she doesn’t realize that she is one of them, just bit older. The abuser is still there to overpower her, manipulate her and pound on her face.

Rihanna, look for the similarities, not the differences!

Rihanna won’t cooperate with the cops…Surprise!

How odd that people are pulling back their support of Rihanna because she “isn’t helping the district attorney prepare his case against (Chris) Brown for allegedly beating her to a pulp”. Roger Friedman of Fox411 submits that, “while victim earns the public’s sympathy, enabler doesn’t.” I’m not sure where Rihanna lost the label of victim, but those who commit domestic violence wouldn’t do it twice if their victims didn’t “enable” them to some degree. Enabling is an integral part of the domestic violence pattern. It simply cannot exist without an enabler.

Has Friedman not heard that, “Domestic violence victims may minimize the seriousness of incidents in order to cope”? To admit the truth would be devastating to the victim.

On top of that, “Perpetrators of domestic violence may constantly criticize, belittle and humiliate their partners. Causing the victim to feel worthless, ugly, stupid and crazy does not allow for a survivor’s healthy self-perception. Low self-esteem may contribute to victims feeling they deserve the abuse, affecting their ability to see themselves as worthy of better treatment.”

That is so true. As bright as I like to think that I am, I’ve fallen for the manipulation of abusive men in the past. I even married a couple of them.

When I would call the police for help, my ex’s entire family was behind him and wondering why I had called the police on him. My own family wasn’t very supportive one way or another, they had their own share of violence over there. So, all I heard was how I was wrong for calling for help. No one mentioned that my husband might have been wrong for throwing me down the stairs.

And then, every single person who found out about the abuse asked the same question…”What did you do to make him so mad?”

I would want to scream when I heard that. What COULD I have done that would have justified the violence? I certainly didn’t hit him first. That would never occur to me. He always knew that he was stronger and he was never, ever intimidated by me until after our divorce.

But, I would answer that question anyway…with a lie. I would say, “I bought regular Captain Crunch instead of peanut butter Captain Crunch.” They rarely knew how to respond to that one.

Men don’t usually hurt women on the first date. They don’t know them well enough. There’s a chance that a chick could know karate and she might take his ass out. Abusers choose their victims carefully and one of the signs of a good victim is that they don’t think enough of themselves to fully realize exactly what’s going on.

If the “public sympathy” is sincere, it will occur at all phases of the domestic violence, not just the bruised phase. If it’s not sincere, it’s shouldn’t be an issue at all.

Me and my Doggie!!!

My hippie dog

Or if you call the thing on his head a babushka, he’s not really too hippie. But, he is wearing a tye-died t-shirt. He doesn’t mind at all:


He wouldn’t look AT the camera, but he would look to the left of it:


OK then, after a few pictures, he wandered into his crate and now he’s just chillin’:

Oops! I can’t forget my dog’s cat!

Stewie is adorable in pink:


The pink outfit inspired a game that we call “Cat in a Sock”. Payton loves it:


The best friends are inseparable:

My how things have changed!

Did you know that…

…Virginia Slims commercials used to celebrate a woman’s “freedom” by telling her, “You’ve got your own cigarette now baby…you’ve come a long, long way!”

…at one time, real people answered the phone…all the time. The worst they could do was put you on hold, no phone mazes to drive you nuts.

…until 1970, girls HAD to wear dresses to school. They passed some law in ‘70 and all of a sudden we could wear pants. I only owned one pair of pants that weren’t play clothes and they were red, white and blue with stripes that said, “USA VOTE USA VOTE USA…”.

…when a Driver’s License was a piece of thin cardboard with no picture, you could easily use fake ID. I used Karen McFall’s. When the pictured ID’s came out, people sold their old cardboard ID’s which were still valid for a while. Not that you really needed them, very few people would have carded you anyway.

…in 1967 it costed 15 cents to rent a pair of bowling shoes.

…the cereal Smacks used to be called Sugar Smacks, Golden Crisps used to be Sugar Crisps (Can’t get enough of those sugar crisps!!!) and Frosted Flakes used to be Sugar Frosted Flakes? (Mueslix was in the old Dick Van Dyke Show as a “new name for butter”. The yucky sounding word crashed and burned amid much laughter.)

I love to garden, but I HATE yard work

Yesterday someone sent me a bunch of cool pics from the set of Get Low. They’re mostly just regular people dressed up like they’re from the 30’s. They’re pretty cool but she sent them to me in a format that I don’t yet understand. I’m sure it’s do-able, I just don’t have a dude to do it for me so it may take a while. I guess it’s a good thing that my ad for men to come over and help me do yard work was taken down. I had no idea that Atlanta would be inundated with rain for days and days on end.

It’s all good, I can do it any weekend and I will, at the very least, attempt to carry out my plan. My yard is full of pine needles, sticks, pine cones and tree parts. I go out there and fill one bag of pine needles (at least) every day that it isn’t raining. One week I raked up 4 bags of pine needles off of my driveway and I wasn’t halfway done. It’s incredible.

I have a blower but I can’t get it started. I have a hedge trimmer but I keep on trimming the cords. I even got myself an edger last year but I can’t edge a lawn that’s covered in pine needles. I spent the entire summer last year on one project. I cleared all of the weeds, small trees and years of kudzu growth off of the back fence. I did it a little bit every single day, weather permitting. I started to clean the yard a few weeks ago but when I got to a tree part that I couldn’t budge, I had to give up.

I still fill up bags of pine needles when the sun’s out, but it’s never out anymore. Before anyone mentions it, yes, I put the 2 stroke oil in the gallon of gas. I even checked the spark plug. I don’t know what else to do but I’ll tell you this, the next guy to come over here is gonna take a few pulls of my blower so I can see if the only problem is that I’m a girl.

As for the hedge trimmer, I just can’t seem to keep a cord in one piece for longer than a day. I bought 5 or 6 of them last summer. I finally decided to just splice the sucker together. That works until I yank on the cord.

I love planting flowers and I’d really like to grow some fruit but I can’t do anything like that until I get the pine needles up. The way it’s raining, the grass is growing pretty high so when it does stop raining, I’ll have to mow the lawn just so that I can rake up the stupid needles.

Once I went out there with a bag and literally picked up hundreds of pine cones. I ended up flat on my back for 2 weeks. I try not to push it so that’s why I want men over here to do it for me. I’ll cook for them, buy the beer if they want it…hell, I’d even give them a great back rub when they’re done. I just want my fricking yard clean. I’ll wait until early next week, then I’m putting that stupid ad back up

PLEASE… take my pines needles

The good news is the coffee is ready. The bad news is my butt cheeks are cold. I found them to be cold as I waited for the coffee to perk. I did one of those early morning butt feels and found the cold cheeks. I guess I slept with my ass hanging out of the blankets. Oh well, it could be worse…my nipples could be cold. I hate cold nipples.

I was actually considering washing windows today…what do you think about that? I’ll do the inside because it’s been raining outside for days. When it finally stops, the grass will be two feet high. And do you know what THAT means? It means that I have to mow the lawn. I don’t mind mowing the lawn so much, it’s starting the damned lawnmower that annoys me. I could put my shoulder out for a week pulling that stupid string. And I don’t even mind trimming the hedges. But I hate driving back and forth to Home Depot every time I trim the power cord. I wouldn’t even mind raking up the plethora of pine needles out there, but I have a perfectly good blower that I can’t start. I’ve done everything that I can think of, but I can’t get it to work.

The only yard tool that works is my saw. So, if I need to saw something, I can do that. If the sun ever comes out I have to saw a piece of tree that fell over the winter so that I can get it out of my yard. It’ll take a long, long time to saw the branches off but I’ll get it done.

I know that yard work is supposed to be therapeutic and if I were planting tomatoes, it’d be therapy. But the way things are going, I’m going to be found lying in my back yard after suffering a debilitating stroke.

Thank goodness it’s raining. I might be able to handle the window washing.

Drug Testing of Welfare recipients

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