Springtime, AI, and other random stuff...
Current mood: focused

Ahhh springtime....I love it. Everything is fresh and new. A new beginning, if you will. Wipe the slate clean, use the old to make new. Spring is a transformation of the Earth, of my soul. Driving down the river road on my way to work is a pleasure. It truly is a sight to see...the fresh green leaves on the trees interspersed by the bright purple blooms of the many redbud trees. The crabapple trees, the dogwoods, the lilacs...all are in bloom adding beauty and color to our world. The days are longer with mild temperatures and everyone wants to be outside...the smell of freshly mown grass and people busting out their grills to cook supper is my version of Heaven.
Another year of American Idol is about to come to an end heralding the end of spring and the beginning of summer. It is bittersweet to me. I LOVE American Idol. I love the concept and its ability to make dreams come true. My favorite is Jason Castro and I will tell you why. He is talented, he is genuine, he is sweet and he is very handsome in a hippie-ish free sort of way. He has beautiful eyes that show humor and sincerity at every turn. His voice is gentle and warm. His smile is easy and humble. Is he the next AI? I can only hope, but if he isnt he has made it this far and can be very proud of that fact. He will have a successful music career if he so chooses and I will be first in line to buy his record.
I just want to remind people to not be a total assclown when they go somewhere...I want people to act as if they have some notion of how to act like a human being when out in public. I want people, the general public to realize that while they are indeed important ,that in the big scheme of things their drama means nothing. Will it change their life? Maybe, maybe not. And while I realize as a public servant this is what I have to deal with on a daily basis in my job, and they pay me to do so, and I chose the job...I also realize how jaded I am becoming as a result of the constant barrage of self-centeredness, no ambition, poor work ethics, and just general assholish-ness. Some people are so very grateful for all that we do for them, customers and co-workers alike. Others not so much. They feel as if their little problem ie: their sore throat, their wanting a free pregnancy test or their wanting to find out their blood type is bigger than that of the elderly stroke victim, or the 48 year old heart attack, or the 6 year old who got hit by a car...They dont care. That is what I dont get about people. If that was their family member who was hit by a car or having a stroke they would expect nothing less than every staff member devoting their very best to the cause of making that person better and that is how it should be. But what happens is you have a the staff being pulled away to smooth over the feelings of some tool who thinks he should be served and served now...and by the way can you bring me a soda and some chips with that...it is a right now society and we have bred it. We are enabling this kind of behavior by catering to this attitude and behavior. I dont know the answer...I do know that I used to be one of the nicest, sweetest human beings on this Earth, and would give anyone my undivided attention to help with thier problems but now I cannot say that...and I am sorry.

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Firefighters....
Current mood: enthralled

Just thought you should know the Fire Protection Districts for the towns that most of you live in (Godfrey , Alton, J-ville, QEM, Carrollton, Rosedale, and I am sure there are more) are a damn fine group of guys and girls (hey Pebbles) and work hard to keep us all safe.  There is a HUGE brushfire outside of J-ville that is currently still raging as I post this.  Mutual aid has been provided to J-ville from the above mentioned FPDs and they have been working together to protect our town and the houses surrounding the fire.  These people love what they do and it shows.  I appreciate what they have done and are still doing as I close this.  I also appreciate all of the cops and deputy sheriffs who are assisting these guys with traffic control and scene control.  Thank you to all of you....

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MySpace...
Current mood: enthralled
Category: MySpace

You know MySpace is called MySpace for a reason...Not because it's YOUR space but because it sucks you in like a black hole in SPACE. You can't help it.  I consider myself a reasonably intelligent, grounded individual.  But somehow I am drawn to it...not just once but SEVERAL times...OK like 12 times per day.  I cant help it.  It's like crack...or heroin...or QVC.  I want to know what people are doing, what they are saying, where they have been, view their pictures almost as if I can imagine myself in those pictures doing what they were doing.  Is that wrong?  Is that weird?  Maybe but if it were bothersome I guess people wouldn't post their pictures and give everyone a little peek into their world.  So they WANT people look at their pictures and wish upon a star (or an airplane) that they were there and they did that.  Right?  I tried to stay away from it and I do very well on the weekends while I am working and sleeping, but during the week when I have unlimited amounts of free time and nothing more pressing to worry about than crickets (see previous blog), all bets are off.  Do the dishes? The laundry?  Psshaaw...I've got plenty of time.  I'll do it later...Then I look at the clock and its 22 minutes before my hardworking dedicated husband is due to arrive home from work...Gasp....Oh shit....The house is a disaster as Elijah and all of the neighborhoos kids have been running in and out for the last 3 hours...Supper you say...Yeah.  No.  I got nothing.  I am not proud.  I will enlist the assistance of the 4 year old to help straighten the house and act as if it has indeed been this clean or at least straightened since 1400 when he went on duty.  I will act indignant when the suggestion is made that maybe I could get some laundry put away...When could I possibly have time for that?  In between teaching the 4 year old Latin and the 9 year old nuclear physics...I think not.  I am too terribly busy for doing laundry like mere mortals.  I think I need a cleaning lady.  I think I will mention that.  After I finish this and peruse my MySpace for just a few moments longer....

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Crickets
Current mood: distressed

I dont know if I have ever mentioned this before but...I hate crickets.  I know that killing crickets is bad luck( if you are Chinese anyway) but I just cant help it.  They are the fastest, jumpin-est bastards I have run into yet.  I make it my general practice to stay away from bugs of all kinds but crickets especially.  Since the weather has been unseasonably comfortable we have had the windows open and I'll be shitted if I didnt have two huge fucking crickets in my bathroom.  I mean H-E-A-UGE.  Like so damn big that when you step on them their guts squirt out like a foot.  I mean they have intestines....Ugggghhhhh.   And the disgusting crunch sound they make.  They are sneaky bastards too. One minute you are just walking along minding your own business, running your kids bath water like an AWESOME mom and the next minute you are pissing down your leg because there is a GI-NORMOUS slimy back cricket lurking in your bathroom uncomfortably close to your naked offspring whom you have sworn to protect.  So, I was faced with a choice...1) Face my fears and confront the cricket...or 2) Leave my precious 4 year old to defeat the animal on his own and cower in the bedroom until my 6'0 230 cop of a husband arrived home complete with duty weapon to eradicate this menace.  I am not proud to say that I actually considered option 2 for about 30 seconds....But at that time it was only 2000 and he wouldnt have gotten off until 2200 and then usually he is late as he is fighting crime and crime doesnt stop at 2200 just cuz its time for you to get off work you know.  I thought "should I call him?"  , " no that would just give him more ammunition with which to make fun of me with his co-horts at work".  I did it.  I killed not just one but two, in the space of about 5 minutes.  I have to say I feel somewhat nauseated thinking that maybe there will be more, by the time I have to go back in there and complete the evening bath for the 4 year old that I so quickly abandoned in the interest of safety and security of the offspring.  Or worse they will have decided to come back in groups to launch an attack on the human that so mercilessly stomped the life out of their friends and/or family.  I am not so sure I could deal with that.  I am thinking of moving right now to leave these foul creatures to the house they so want to inhabit.   I will grab what is vitally important of course: son-check, purse-check, books-check, make-up-check...everything else I am willing to leave to the cricket kingdom.  Shudder....I cant help but to say I am ashamed that I have let them get to me this way but its true.  I'm not proud....I am utterly revulsed by crickets.   Most bugs really but crickets most especially.  I am weak.  Please forgive this grievous flaw in my inner make-up.  I just cannot deal with the crickets.   

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