In one of my last posts I spelled misogynist right the very first time I put it down, to my slight surprise I might add, what with it not being a word I use often. Or ever. But I digress.
What makes it funny is that in, like, the next line, I spelled “oven” wrong. Yeah, O-V-E-N.
WTF??
Wait, that is how you spell it right?
I was reading about the beating death of a 16 year old black boy named Derrion Albert. Disgusting crime, several people beating him with 2×4’s, kicking, stomping, vicious vicious hatful crime that I hope they get the death penalty for. No sympathy for them, none at all.
BUT
Then I come across a video of a dude talking about the incedent and he is saying how sick he is of black on black crime. You know what buddy? I’m sick of people like you bitching about black on black crime.
It’s ridiculous. How about being sick of human on human crime. Race, gender, sexual orientation should not be a factor. The fact that we are all people should be what’s important.
Is he trying to say that if it was white people doing the beating and the getting killed, it would be okay? Should I as a white person start taking more offence to crimes that are perpetrated by white people against other white people? Uhhhh no, at least I hope that’s not what he’s saying because that would be utterly ludicrous.
Crime is crime people, violence is violence. How about we just stick to that being bad for everyone. Pay less attention to color and more to the crimes themselves.
I’m sure I’m not the first to think of this but I am going to reiterate it for your viewing pleasure. I think that there is a slight to high possibility that those misogynist men we were hating on all these years, you know the ones who claim it’s a woman’s place to stay home cook buns in the oven (both ovens), were right all along.
Think about it. Women got all business-y and stuff, wanted to be out in the workforce, be seen as equals to men and wanted to assert power over their own bodies. Ranting about how “just because they are female doesn’t mean you have to have kids” and “not all women have that maternal instinct you know.” Goddamnit it was their turn to get out there and conquer some mountains. Great. Fine. I am sure there are some women who don’t want to have kids BUT.
But but but, a LOT of those same women are now treating their dogs like children. They buy their pampered pooch cute little outfits, suits, ties, party dresses, diamond studded collars (real diamonds I might add), some even push the doggies around in prams. These are the same women who claimed to not have maternal instincts. Don’t they see what they are doing? They are turning their puppies into kids to feed the same maternal instincts they decry.
Me thinks that it’s great and fine to have a puppy and spoil it like you would a child. Whatev. Just don’t pretend it’s anything else but what it is. Mothering instincts coming out when no one is looking, or, well, when everyone is looking if you live in Hollywood.
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(rough first draft)
Mirella Juarez didn’t particularly like rain. She never bought into the whole washing things clean concept. All she ever saw once it passed was the mud and how could anyone call that clean?
It was particularly rainy and cold tonight, even for mid September. The wind was strong and carries a scent, a taste that she didn’t recall ever noticing before. She kept thinking about getting home to her babies and how before she went to work she tucked them in their warm cozy beds and left with a kiss on the forehead. She would love to be snuggled into her own bed too for that matter.
Working the night shift was hard. You wouldn’t think that a big warehouse chain would close their doors so late in the night only to open them again so early in the morning. She had always thought it was strange that people do their shopping in the middle of the night, but it paid the bills and her coworkers had become like family over the last 10 years.
The best part of working graveyard was that she got to spend more time with her family each day. By the time the kids came home from school she had slept and always felt ready to make dinner and play with them. Mirella went to work when her boy, her girl and her husband went to sleep so for them, she was always there when they were awake. It was pretty great and while she was generally the last to complain about, well, about anything, tonight she wished she could have gone home earlier.
On the other side of town Riki Ray was thinking pretty much the same thing. It had been a hellish night for emergencies. She just thanked her lucky stars she was only a 911 operator, not a medic. At least she got to stay in where it was warm warm and dry.
Did Riki love her job? Not hardly, but she was good at it. She had a knack for getting people to tell her what she needed to know and she was particularly good at keeping people calm on what was often the worst day of their life. Maybe it was the warm timbre of her voice, or her unflappability. She didn’t know but while it was a depressing job, she felt good about being able to help people as much as she could.
The weather was picking up as each hour passed. The wet slapping of what looked to her like giant water balls falling from the sky and splashing their guts all over the ground was making her nervous. They were beginning to get reports of cars washed off roads, small creeks turned into raging rivers. If it didn’t stop raining soon the whole town might wash away.
For once she was almost glad she didn’t have anyone at home waiting for her. She was having a tough enough time worrying about the callers, never mind having a family to worry about.
Mirella Juarez liked her boss, he was a good, fair man, but he wasn’t going to let anyone leave early, not when there was so much work left to be done. They had inventories to take, stocking of shelves to complete before they opened again.
Finally 4.30am came around and she could punch out. As Mirella stepped out from under the canopy of the sign she was instantly hit in the face with the pelting rain, could it even be called that? It was powerful and vicious with the wind at it’s back she felt like if one of those drops got her in the eye she might lose it. She couldn’t remember being out in anything like this before and though it was a little scary, she didn’t live far away and she knew she would be home in just a few minutes. She would then change, crawl into bed and cuddle up to her husbands back and let his warmth soak into her own cold bones.
Riki Ray hung up the phone after her latest call and her friend Shelly rolled over to her. Hey, have you looked out the windows lately? You know that image of that giant gray cloud with puffed up cheeks blowing wind? The one you saw probably in, like, ten thousand children’s books? That is what it’s like out there. Jesus, I get off soon, I might stay here, the roads are terrible. Yeah Shelly I know, I’ve been taking call too you know.
It’s a good thing this is all now rather than the middle of the day. The phones are going crazy! Can you image if it was in the middle of rush hour? It’d be mayhem, how many people do you think will blame the weather for missing work tomorrow. I would if I thought I could get away with it.
Ha, I guess sleeping with the boss has its down side too, eh Shelly? Shut up, Riki. I was just kidding, I know, I forgive you.
These were the very same streets that Mirella Juarez had driven both to and from work for years, but it may as well be a different planet, everything looked different. Each neighborhood she passed looked wilted and lifeless under the unforgiving rain and wind. Like spinach that had been left out of the crisper too long. Thinking of food, thank goodness I’m almost home she thought, it had been hours since she ate anything. She was tired and couldn’t decide if she wanted to put in the effort it took to make a sandwich, maybe she’d just eat and apple or a banana.
Something changed, air pressure, sound, something. Before she had time to process or get a look at what was going on outside she felt her control of the car spin away and out of her control. She was picked up like a toy car left in the sand when the tide came in.
The brakes didn’t work, water was hitting the vehicle on all sides, sounding like it was trying to tear it apart with invisible hands. This was what white water rafting must be like but without the safety vest. Or an experienced guide for that matter.
The water rushed her through the streets she had known for over 10 years and it took her sailing past nice Mr Cundersten’s blue house and she may as well have been on a waterslide, Mirella Juarez could no nowhere but where the water took her.
Then there was nothing to see, like when driving through a car wash. Moving water was everywhere, in her face, her ears, she felt lost and suddenly cold, it was only then that she realized that the van was no longer running. Before she could finish the thought, she suddenly she came to a complete stop. She thought she might be back behind the elementary school, the one her son attended, but she couldn’t be sure.
If she hadn’t had her seatbelt on she would have been nothing but a scrambled mess of huevos rancheros. With all the whirling and rushing she was not entirely sure where she was and what little she could see out the window was nothing of any help. The van seemed to have gotten wedged into some trees. She didn’t know how far she was off the ground, all she knew was that the vehicle wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, she was stuck and she didn’t know what to do about it.
Her denim handbag had been thrown to the other side of the car. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to grab it. She had to stretch and even then it was just out of reach, she climbed up onto the drivers seat, on her knees she climbed over the middle to get the purse, she needed her phone. As she was stretched over the seats she felt the car shift beneath her. It brought a small cry to her lips and that sound scared her more than anything else. She had never heard anything so desperate never mind make it. Already breath was beginning to catch in her throat as panic clawed at her with sharp talons of fear.
She reached out quick as she could and snatched for the strap of the handbag, she got it. Rummage, rummage, rummage she dug for her phone and like all good women she couldn’t see to find it among the day to day crap that filled her purse to bursting. She felt the car jolt again and decided she didn’t have time for this and dumped everything out into her lap. There it was.
Snapping the cell open Mirella Juarez dialed 911, or tried to. She was shaking so badly that the first time she hit 912, then 811 before finally getting it right. It rang two times and they were the longest rings she’d ever heard. Come on, come on she thought frantically, eyes closed.
She felt the van tip forwards, as though dangling from a cliff over an endless ocean. She scrambled into the back as quickly as she could to try to balance the weight. It was working, for now.
Riki Ray was getting edgy and really wanted to go home. She was off shift in 10 minutes and hopefully this would be the last call she had to take tonight. So many people called about the dumbest things. Things that were not remotely an emergency. One old lady phoned and complained about a leak in her kitchen ceiling and a man called asking if she thought the rain would let up soon, oh and could she please tell him what time it was? She couldn’t wait to take off the headset and go home, even if the weather was crap.
Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?
I am trapped, the water washed me down and back behind some houses, help me plees, I need help.
Can you tell me your name please?
Mirella Juarez, I think I am back behind the school.
The elementary school on Gunderson?
Yes, I think so but I’m not sure. It swept me back behind some houses and I don’t know. There was a beige house. Plees get me help, I really need help.
There’s a yellow house?
Yes, a yellow one.
The wheels are taking me down, there’s so much water, the car is already almost floating.
She spoke so fast and the more upset she got the thicker her accent became. The shriller her words became.
Can you tell me anything else about your location? We have people coming to get you, don’t worry.
It’s going to drown, I’m going to,
We’re not going to let you drown. We will be there for you, I need you to work with me and stay calm. I am going to stay here with you.
Ok, ok. But,
Look out the window, what do you see? Any houses? Cars? I need as much as you can give me, it will make it easier for them to find exactly where you are.
Mirella Juarez was scared in a way she had never experienced in her life, even back when she still lived in Mexico, and she didn’t come from a crime free kind of place. She hated to move much for fear of the shifting van but she craned her neck as much as she could and got a good look out of each of the windows.
No, I don’t see anything. Nothing, just a lot of tree.
Roll down your window, if you can, put the window down and exit the vehicle.
I can’t, my car, I’m in the back. Can I break the window?
Yes, if you can, break the window and exit the vehicle.
My car, my car,
Don’t worry about your car, it doesn’t matter, your life is the only thing that matters. We are going to get you out of there.
But I don’t know what it takes to break it. I can’t, the water, the water, it’s too, too fast, it so fast. My car is turning. Now the wheels is getting up, and I’m going to drown, oh my god oh my god. Oh god. Plees help me quickly.
Voice getting shakier, breath shallower, each ripping at her throat, her mouth dry with fear. Plees help me, plees.
Don’t worry, calm down, we have people there, they are going to get you.
The wheels! The van is turning, the water is so fast. Plees, oh god plees can’t you get them here, I need help, I gonna wash away, plees.
Riki Ray could hear the sobs that Mirella was trying to control and she was in constant communication with the rescuers but they could not find her. It was still dark, the rain was so heavy there was zero visibility. Just being out there they were putting themselves in danger too but Riki was going to help the caller, she had to. She couldn’t lose her, she wouldn’t. Why couldn’t she have gotten off earlier?
Is there a building you could climb on top of?
No, none, maybe one of the houses?
It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe and the steady rush of water against the metal minivan body and glass windows made her feel like she was already drowning, as though she was running out of oxygen.
Please come quick, plees plees help me.
We are right there, I’m here with you, I’m not going to leave you.
The van is turning, oh my god, oh no, it’s going down now, it’s taking me down, it’s gonna drown.
Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me okay? I’m right here. Mirella, listen to me okay?
Oh my god plees help me quickly its taking me down,
Stay on the phone, stay calm I’m going to stay with you.
Plees the door is going, it’s going to drown, the water it’s so fast oh my god…
You are not going to drown, we are right there we are going to save your life I won’t leave you I’ll stay right here, I’m right here.
We are going to save your life. Do you hear me? We are going to be there for you, stay with me okay? Try to grab something up above, a tree anything,
Nothing, there’s nothing,
Okay if you see anything just grab it,
There’s nothing, I can’t get out of the car,
Yes. Oh my god, oh god!
If Mirella Juarez said anything else, there was no one there to hear her. The call was disconnected.
Riki Ray stared her the computer monitor in front of her. She couldn’t see it. Her eyes burned, she couldn’t breathe. There had been a noise in that last second and she wasn’t sure if it came from Mirella or if it was the sound of the water finally getting it’s way. Determined Death. A sound she would hear over and over again for the rest of her life.
You okay Riki?
We lost her.
Who?
Smart person ONE:
If they make this vaccine mandatory I am going to freakin’ move, it’s total BS. If you want to keep your family “safe” then you get the vaccine, what do you care if I have it or not. If you have it and it works, you are safe regardless of what I do.
People are allowed to choose about things like abortions but not whether they get a needle in the arm? WTF?? They don’t even know if this will work, they are just children and pregnant are the guinea pigs for this vaccine…Do you think Obama’s kids are going to get it?
Smart person TWO
I totally agree. I heard that it was going to be pregnant women and children who would get the vaccine first and then they said kids might need two doses of it for it to work. All this might, and hopefully kind of talk scares the crap out of me, everything concerning the vaccine seems to be speculation and they should not be able to force anyone into doing anything upon speculation.
They clearly have no idea what they are doing and are throwing whatever they have against the wall in hopes that it will stick. So scary!
If I was pregnant I would not even consider getting the vaccine. Not a chance. And I wouldn’t want my kid to get it either, I don’t trust it, everything is being done so fast and I really don’t trust it’s for the best at this point.
When you get right down to the nitty gritty of the whole h1n23456882 virus it seems that it’s really only dangerous to people with underlying health concerns and those who get dehydrated and who develop respiratory problems.
If we make sure to take in plenty of fluids when we get the flu, just like we should do with any flu, and call the doc as soon as respiratory issues crop up, chances are def in your favor.
Anyway, my point was that I agree, I don’t think anything like this should be mandatory. Like that HPV vaccine, government shouldn’t make your family do anything like this.
The only time officials should be brought into health things is when, say a parent refuses to let the doctors give their child a transfusion that would save their life, or chemo or something like that. And this doesn’t really compare at all.
I got this in my email box today and had to share, even though it’s sad, it’s important. It’s a message from Defenders of Wildlife:
Maximus the grizzly bear was “a big, beautiful, wild bear,” according to grizzly specialist Mike Madel. “He kept to himself, stayed out of trouble.”
But he was gunned down in the prime of his life. Left to rot in a Montana hayfield, his badly decomposed body was discovered a month after being ruthlessly shot.
His killer is still at large.
It is possible for you can help bring lawless wildlife killers to justice and respond quickly to other wildlife emergencies.
We’ve quickly moved to offer a reward to bring Maximus’s killer to justice. But sadly, this bear’s story is not unique.
Poachers have recently ended the lives of some of our most endangered animals including Florida panthers, southwest gray wolves and California condors. In Idaho, a female wolf pup was illegally gunned down from a roadway. And a thriving black market in bear gallbladders and other parts is fueling a slaughter of bears across the nation.
Help us post rewards for poachers and alert the public as we aid law enforcement in the capture of these heartless people. Please make a donation today.
Defenders of Wildlife works with state and federal agencies, offering more than $245,000 in rewards to bring these ruthless wildlife poachers to justice.
We’re also pressing Congress to pass the Bear Protection Act to end the trade in bear parts that encourages a terrible poaching plague.
Facebook Friend #1: Hideously swollen (think tree stumps) tingly, numb ankles->toes won’t kill me. Whew!
about an hour ago
Facebook Friend #2: eeks!
57 minutes ago
Facebook Friend #1: It feels sooooo gross and I have a thing about veins to begin with (I think they should be banned). It’s just an annoying side effect
51 minutes ago
Facebook Friend #2: but why are your ankles swollen? thought you just had a cold… or is this a gravity thing?
24 minutes ago
Facebook Friend #3: what the hell is going on with your body parts? ??????
19 minutes ago
Facebook Friend #1: I know! It’s weird, I have tmj, a crappy jaw thing where it kinda goes out of place, need to go to the chiro (which is $40 for literally 3 1/2 minutes!)
Doc gave me amitryptaline as a type of pain reliever.
In hindsight, not the best idea for this old body. I only took the bigger doses for, I think it was 2 days, and now my feet look like giant baby feet, you know how babies get those cute little wrinkles at their wrists and ankles? Yeah, well they aren’t so cute on a grown woman.
It looks super weird, I can’t walk right because it feels like the skin is going to burst open, so so so gross. They both numb and tingly and a little bit paralyzed, twitchy too.
Totally weird and super freaky at first because I thought I was going to die or something. I was fine one minute and then BAM Big Baby Feet!
People have been known to get edema of the heart or brain, so I am fine with ankles and feet.
Facebook Friend #1:
Fb comments are disapearing like crazy! this sort of bug could cause relationship issues.. a divorce even or a war perhaps!! wow FB has a lot to answer for.
Facebook Friend #2:
These peons that run fb are so careless, only out for themselves really. Filthy Pigs.
With all the terrorists using this as their regular communication board, the place where they organize their bake sales and knitting groups they could very well come unglued.
They would be like leaves floating on the breeze, attached to nothing and with no one to guide them they might actually accomplish something!
Ohhhhh the HUMANITY! (slightly inappropriate reference noted)
(betcha big bucks tht my simply typing the word terrorist online I will be on USA’s $h!t list. hehehe don’t care!)
Facebook Friend #2 after reading her own previous post:
huh, that was pretty violent and harsh, I think I’m in a bitter kind of mood so just ignore me lol, but do it nicely I am very sensitive.
Facebook Friend #1:
as you wish :p
Facebook Friend #2:
Maybe it’s like cough syrup withdrawal or something.
I remember laying on my boyfriends bed back in high school like it was yesterday. His mom would open the window every morning just before she made his bed. It was always fresh and clean in their house. She was a short stumpy woman with over processed frizzy hair and probably one of the kindest women I’ve ever met.
Both his parents had heavy Croatian accents and I was always worried they would speak to me and I wouldn’t know what they were saying. It never happened though.
Him and I would lay side to side staring at the bumpy white ceiling, draped in the evening golden sunlight. We spoke of how we were going to have a horse, actually we decided two would be good, one each and they would keep each other company. Maybe white horses but maybe not, we were up in the air on that one.
I had this insane dream of having a crazy circle house, with a huge center courtyard, it was going to be amazing, our lives were going to be amazing and filled with laughs and fun. Which is odd since we never really had that, not even at the beginning of our relationship.
Was watching Supernatural and saw an actor (Shawn Roberts) that looked familiar but I could just not place him and that drives me nuts. Obviously I took to handy dandy imdb to check it out and it turns out that he’s been a lot of cheap indie horror flicks and I’ve seen pretty much all of them!
I feel bad because I watched them all just in the last couple of weeks and I still had to look him up! That and the fact that he isn’t referenced on the imdb page for that ep of Supernatural.
I quite like him though and he’s Canadian, so yay! Loving Misha being a regular character, I sure wish he hadn’t made that Paul Bernardo movie. But what can you do?
