Also in the news, (I am not linking, because fuck it) is a young man who died because he held a fireworks tube up to his head as a joke. He thought it was a dud. He died. Now his parents are lobbying for stricter fireworks laws. I am appalled. I know what it's like to lose a child, you get a bit loony for awhile. But, really? Shouldn't a grown man know better than to do that? Wasn't it the parents job to teach him better and if they did and he ignored it, is that the fireworks seller's fault?? I don't quite understand people. I feel for them, but, this is crazy. I teach Alissa to run. I mean, do not worry about looking cool or being called a chicken. Fuck that, run. It's better to be teased than live without fingers or an eye. Or die. Jebus cripes.
An ultrasound revealed...the face of the mother's dead grandmother. It does sort of look like her. HERE. Don't ask me, I don't know. All I know for sure, is, early ultrasounds never look like a baby. People love to post them and show them and you are obligated to go, "Awww'. But, I really want to say, 'nice blob.' I never see the baby.
The rest of the news if just full up with stories of abandoned babies. WTF? Stop it. People would love to have your baby, stop dumping babies. It's weird. Just weird. Also stories about animals, most of them were good though. I don't click on bad ones. One was a Bear in a zoo who threw a rock at a window and broke it. Now they want to know if Bears use tools. Doh. Of course they do. I've seen Birds use a twig to poke an ant hill. Coons use tools a lot. So, why not a Bear? Jeez, people are so goofy.
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I see nothing usually on ultrasounds. The fireworks around here were primarily the explode in the sky professional quality. They were all around. The street in back, in front, north , everywhere. They must spend a fortune. No sense going to a formal event. I just stay put and enjoy them. Nobody is buying the stuff from the stands anymore, the sprinklers and rockets and stuff that messes up the street, just the Disneyland stuff.
Lots of missing kids, but how about the found body of a newly dead girl, and nobody has I.D.ed her or reported her missing. How very sad.
I wanted to get a Ph.D. in socio-biology and investigated such at USIU but at the time they didn't accept that any animals had any human characteristics or thought etc. I didn't want to do field work in a swamp someplace so eventually passed when the thoughts at the time academically were so set in stone. Now they finally see what was in front of their noses the whole time. Not only do dogs see in color, they do not operate only on instinct or strict training. Many behaviors of birds, mammals, are innate but many are learned and they are sentient creatures. There is now that autistic woman who looks at things the way cattle do and redesigned chutes to destress them somewhat at the slaughter house. I think you have to be a mean person, uncaring, unfeeling, naturally violent, to be a slaughterhouse worker.
I'm super freaky about food. Even in hight school I had a fury if somebody wanted a sip of my soft drink. Shit if they stole a sip, they got the whole bottle. I won't drink after them. I can't drink milk so hate to buy a whole bottle when I only need a tiny bit to make mashed potatoes. But I don't borrow it from next door when I've seen the boys grab the bottles, drink, and put it back in the fridge. OMG I can't stand it. So I have no desire to eat at somebody else's house. I don't know what they licked and tasted in preparation. I don't eat out very often, but at least I am far removed from the food prep and stay away from like vegetable soups as who knows what all they put in there. I never even take somebody else's leftovers home for my dog. If they press it on me, fine, but I then throw it out as I come in the door. I know, it's weird and so am I.
Border, I am just about that weird about food. I like to eat out where I know the people who run the kitchen. I worked in a pretty nice place once and I was a bartender near the kitchen. I kept smelling something horrendous and I tracked it to the kitchen. It was rotten chicken in the meat drawer. The stupid temp cook was serving it to people!! I got it and threw it all away, we had a big fight. He called the owner and told on me and the owner (who was a friend) came in and gave me a lecture about my place (behind the bar). But, I said, okay, go out to the dumpster and smell that shit. He did and had a fit. It was totally rotten! I'm shocked no one got sick..or at least didn't come back in yelling. And I won't eat at most salad bars. Those are the worst. I know. I stocked and cleaned them. Even with a sneeze guard, they are fucking gross. Unless you're the first one there. Oh, and never order the special, unless you know them. That's usually garbage they have to get rid of. I don't care what my dog eats from the left overs though. Drinking from a carton and putting it back is a good way to get yelled at at my house. Yuck. I won't even let Lis or her friends open the fridge until they wash their hands. Nope. I wash my hands constantly. My house is a mess, but, cooking and food has to be clean. So, I don't think you're weird at all. I won't eat anything from mom's house, unless I saw her cooking it.
I like that woman who came up with a better slaughter house idea. I hate thinking about those places. The animals know what's up and are terrified. That's why I like to go in with my friend on a side of farm raised beef. I can't imagine a worse job than slaughtering animals. OMG. Someone has to do it, I know, but, to do that all day, every day would warp you. Seems like it should be a rotation process, so you didn't become a psyco butcher. I've hunted and eaten animals I've killed, but, it was nothing tramatic. I always got them unaware and in one shot. Bang. Dinner. It should be that way in slaughter houses too. The other way is too cruel.
I haven't read about that girl. I'll go find it. A kid was killed here recently and I have to go read about that too. It almost sounds like a 'Boys Don't Cry' thing. Young people.
PS..(I always think of something else, I am such a scatter brain these days). I smoke those oil vaporizers a lot now and everyone wants to try a puff. It sort of grosses me out and I sneakily change the tip. I don't like eating, drinking or puffing after someone else.
She thought the donuts were dicks, honest mistake.
Oh my gosh!!! I am so like you!!!
When I get a drink, bottle of pop, whatever. . . it is mine, and I will not share it. Period. When my son was little, and always wanted to share with me, I would just quietly not drink from it afterward. My husband would make fun of me when I would offer him his own water bottle, rather than have him drink from mine, as he requested. I always told him, "I share a lot of things with you, but backwash is not one of them". Even when he didn't say anything about it, I would turn around and he was giving me "the look". It is just gross. His mother really used to gross me out with her kitchen habits. She and her husband used cloth handkerchiefs, and would blow their noses, handle the already heavily moistened hankie, and then continue to cook or sample food from the pot, etc. At the dinner table, they wouldn't have serving pieces in foods. They just had everyone use their own used fork or spoon. Sometimes they just had their fingers in the wet foods. I had to simply look the other way, as it was good food, but awful to watch. Since George left, I am well most of the time. I think it is because none of that weird-ass shit is happening here, and I am not exposed to his mom's boogers anymore.
As for the ultrasound, I see the baby and the baby's profile. I also see the other face very clearly, but from the picture of her relative, I think that the profile of the baby looks much more like the relative than the face. The face is very clear, but unless I had another few pictures to compare it with, I couldn't say that it looks like the relative. Kind of creepy how well that face stands out, if you ask me. I would be tempted to put that ultrasound picture away, with a stack of Bibles and a Cross on top. I just don't like it.
Christina
Melvin, jesus, LOL at the pic in my head now.
Christina, you crack me up. I'd hate to think I was giving birth to my gram, much as I loved her. It's fucking creepy. I've had preg women come in and ask if this baby is the baby or child they lost and it makes me so fucking sad. No,no no no.
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