Wednesday, October 24, 2012

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."

OPEN LETTER TO ANN (HORSE FACE) COULTER:

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 feel the same.   

My stepdaughter (or "retard") as you would identify her is one of the most NORMAL, LOVING, GENEROUS, PURE, FUNNY, TENDER human beings I have ever known in my entire life of living and I am greatly offended Ms. Coulter because the word "retard" to you means STUPID, NO BRAINS, UNINTELLIGENT, CHILDLIKE MORON when in fact it is YOU, Ms. Coulter, who are a STUPID, NO BRAINED, UNINTELLIGENT, MORON.  And the sickest thing is that you get PAID to be a STUPID, NO BRAINED, UNINTELLIGENT MORON which should call into question all sorts of other points such as the power of the media, the right winged hate machine, and the joke that politics and serious discourse have become in the 21st century world of hype, B.S. and shock talk.  

I know, I know ... you didn't mean "retard" like that.  But you said it, and you said it to shock, because your vocabulary does not contain bigger, better, more descriptive words to describe your feelings re Obama's debate performance.  Retard was the first thing that popped into your mind.  Ann ... weighing ones words, thinking before speaking ... are signs of a "thoughtful, literate" speaker.  Any 7th grader could come up with retard.  Unbelievable.  

I truly wonder how you sleep at night.  But then I remembered ... vampires sleep during the day.  

SMOOCHES!

and p.s.  I hope you get diarrhea on air while the whole word watches as liquid excrement exits your anal cavity instead of where it usually exits from ... your mouth.  

That's all.

Monday, October 22, 2012

"DANCING AT THE SHAME PROM" ...

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 the most personal, most painful stories and rejoice with them when they each awaken from their self-imposed indifference to realize and claim their own power and  greatness. 

Each woman stood up and proudly shared her story and touched every single person in that room.  There were loud claps of appreciation and lots of laughter and many sighs of "yes ... I understand".  It was a love fest.  Because we women are awesome! And when we share our stories together we empower one another.  And when we encourage one another we can conquer anything and anyone who wants to keep us small.  

WOMEN RULE!!!!

SO GO OUT AND BUY THE BOOK!  You'll  be glad you did.
 
The incredible, adorable, generous Amy Ferris.

The equally incredible, adorable and generous Hollye Dexter.

The amazing writers who contributed their powerful stories to the book.




My favorite picture of Amy.




THANKS TO ALL OF YOU LADIES FOR A GREAT AFTERNOON!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIGGO!!!!

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 ...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY VIGGO ...

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!








I LOVE HIM. 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

AAARRRGGGHHH! ... YES. A rant.

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 MAYBE mid-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 HOT.  It's like living on the sun.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

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 patient with her because those hormones are real. And they're no fun." (All the while thinking GOD I WANT YOU ... but I had to be cool, nonchalant ... I had to come across as supportive and caring and not like the horny toad I was)

So, after he confides in me, he shakes his head and I could tell that he was embarrassed that he told me his girlfriend had green hair, but I let it go. I could also tell that he was really down but at the same time, I could tell he really liked me too.  So, we keep on talking and all of a sudden everyone starts to get up to leave, so we get up too, and head towards the elevator. We get into the elevator with about four other people. And as we're riding I could sense his desire for me growing ... omg ... the longing ... the yearning ... THEN, he placed his hand on my thigh.  SIGH .... pant, pant, pant.  Then, when we got to my floor, the doors opened, he reached for me and took my face in his hands and started kissing me (this is so stupid I know but I was so freaking excited when I woke up that I had a smile on my face all the way to work). Then, I say, "Viggo, I can't kiss you here, in front of all these people, let's get off the elevator ... "
AND THEN I WOKE UP.

I think it's A SIGN ...

IT'S OSCAR NIGHT!!!

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