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A RANT (on certain persons that piss me off)

So, we all my know of my hate for (1)Rush Limbaugh and (2) Ann
Coulter.  After Debate No. 3 wherein President Obama basically bitch slapped Governor Romney, the vile Ann Coulter said "I highly approve of Romney's decision to be kind and gentle to the retard." 

I'll say it again .... "I highly approve of Romney's decision to be kind and gentle to the retard."


Dearest Ann:

I have so many reasons to hate your comment but the BIG ONE is that my beautiful 26 year old stepdaughter has Downs Syndrome.  Now, normally I don't get my panties in a twist over "retard" comments.  I really don't.  But because you are such a hate monger and obviously have no soul I feel perfectly justified in stating how much I hate you, so much so that if something really horrible happened to you I really don't think I'd feel a thing.  That's a lot of hate.  And just think ... I am only ONE person of so, so many who…


This Sunday I attended a reading from "Dancing at the Shame Prom" hosted by my amazing friends Amy Ferris and Hollye Dexter.  The evening was a wonderful journey as we listened to many amazing, fantastic, talented women writers read from their essays which compile this amazing book.  Heart wrenching, funny, painful stories that all women can relate to.  Like the woman whose mother was an emotionally abusive and stubborn hoarder, to the other whose father was a cruel alcoholic who terrified and humiliated her.  People and incidents that invalidated and robbed them of them of their worth, their truth and their beauty BUT, through the power of the written word, they found their strength and each one of these women rose like a Phoenix to state her truth and say I AM HERE AND I AM SOMEBODY.  

Each woman recalled her own personal story of shame that crippled and stifled her.  A shame that held her back from really living, loving, and being.  We listen to them as they share th…


On October 20, 1958 you were born.  Approximately 50 years later, you and I would be in the same room .... TOGETHER in Hollywood, CA.  My heart skipped a beat as you bounded up the aisle to the front of the theater in your t-shirt and jeans and I was struck by love.  When oh when, will you realize that I am your true intended ...


OK folks ... here are some pictures of Viggo's new movie "The Two Faces of January" with Kirsten Dunst.  I CAN'T WAIT!!!  It is a great plot.  Viggo plays a con man who mistakenly (or not) is accused of shooting a police officer and then goes on the run.  It takes place in Greece, Istanbul and Turkey circa 1962.  

Doesn't he look hot in that cool yellow suit!



Today is October 17 and it was 94 degrees today which is really starting to piss me off!  IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FALL ALREADY DAMMIT!!!  I am so sick of this freaking hot weather!  I want to wear sweaters again, and socks ... NOT shorts and sleeveless t-shirts.  I look TERRIBLE IN SHORTS AND SLEEVELESS T-SHIRTS.  

Every morning when I get up I open the front door and WHOOM ... I can feel it ... the fucken heat ... like waves assaulting me.  I am certain it is global warming.  When I was a kid summer started in June and lasted until MAYBEmid-September.  Now summer starts in August and NEVER ENDS!!!!!  I feel like I need to buy more summer clothes and Thanksgiving is around the corner. 

As I write, it is 6:30 pm and it's like an oven outside.  I know you people who live where the weather is normal are probably disgusted by my bitching, but trust me, BE GLAD THAT WINTER IS COLD AND SUMMER IS HOT.  It's dependable.  It's NORMAL. Here in California Summer is HOT and winter is H…

RE-RUN ... My First Viggo Kissing Dream ... *SIGH*

Every time I dream about my boyfriend we're in a library or a bookstore (there must be some meaning in this because I love books and reading and Viggo is a published poet and an artist ... I'll have to do some research on this) ... so, in my dream, Viggo and I have established a "friendship/crush" in the library/bookstore of my dreams, SO we're in the library with some students and we're all seriously discussing some deep and esoteric topic and I began to notice that Viggo is a little sad, but flirty at the same time.  Mhmmm.  So, we're all talking and then all of a sudden it was just he and I engaged in a deep conversation. He sat down in the middle of an aisle of books with his long legs stretched out in front of him and he started telling me about how he was having trouble with his girlfriend. She was 49 going on 50 and she had green hair. She was also having serious issues with menopause. "Awwww", I said "I know how that is. You must be…