For your reading pleasure, I added the banner ads to the righthand side of this blog. Why would I, always so considerate, torture you with these calls to buy shit you don't need or want, or never knew existed? Because I can make money, of course. I've made a whole 3 cents so far. Jump back brothas and sistas...it's all mine. I ain't sharing my vast fortune.
Today, these 2 spectacular trashy ads appear:
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WTF!? At first, I was highly offended. I know nothing I've written about my dearest husband would lead the online search engines to assume that I am an unfaithful whore, or that he is a cheating pig.
And then I realized I have yet one more reason to despise John Edwards. I posted about his infidelity and now my fine blog is tarnished with ads equivalent to late night 900 numbers.
Edwards, sleep with one eye open. I may trim your hair while sleeping. And I don't even possess a beautician's license.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Birthday Sex
No, not us... stop thinking about that. I don't want my sex life in your head.
"Birthday Sex" is a song I just heard on XM. That's actually the title. It's about...birthday sex. I can't make this stuff up. Someone actually wrote a song about copulation on the observance of you being pushed out of the womb in a big, bloody mess. Apparently a song about birthday cake wouldn't pack the same punch.
I, for one, am much more partial to receiving dick in a box. Natch. ;)
"Birthday Sex" is a song I just heard on XM. That's actually the title. It's about...birthday sex. I can't make this stuff up. Someone actually wrote a song about copulation on the observance of you being pushed out of the womb in a big, bloody mess. Apparently a song about birthday cake wouldn't pack the same punch.
I, for one, am much more partial to receiving dick in a box. Natch. ;)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Reminder to Self Re: The Dells
Enclosed is an e-mail I sent out last year to all my peeps regarding our second family trip to the Dells. I had to forward it to someone today and I thought it may be appropriate for my blog, seeing as we are headed there once again in a week and a half....
Things I learned in the Dells this weekend
Sunday, August 24, 2008 9:47 PM
Hello my friends,
Here are some things I learned in the Dells this weekend:
1. Never get the fish fry at Moosejaw.
2. Marley's Taste of the Caribbean, despite what they say, is not a family environment after 8:30 pm. However, if you're looking for a passed out drunk guy with groups of people taking his picture, it's your joint.
3. Give your husband plenty of time to look at the menu. This way, he won't make a rash decision and order something with lobster in it that has no price listed next to it. $40 for mac and cheese with a lobster tail thrown on top? Are you f'ing kidding me???
4. Never go miniature golfing with your child when he is purposely holding his poop.
5. 3 licks of a popsicle on the resort will set you back $3 (Yes, $3 for frozen sugar water). Because after they whine for one for a half hour, their mouths must be too tired to eat it. At this point, I could have poured tequila on it and called it a Margarita. And then, by Dells standards, it would be a cheap drink.
6. Swimming makes kids have to pee. A lot. And the Polynesian Resort is somehow clairvoyant in the fact he's just barely potty trained, so they made sure to put our room the furthest distance from the pool they could. And no, there were no public restrooms closer.
7. Go ahead, look for coupons. Look far and wide, because there are plenty to be had. But you know damn well that the place you are going to will not offer coupons. At least, until after you go there, pay full price, and then LATER look on the back of the hotel map. Well, I'll be dipped in shit, I never thought to look there for coupons to Storybook Gardens.
8. And while you're at it, pay full price for Storybook Gardens to which your child, sweet and darling as he is, doesn't give a damn about the Storybook characters. The ONLY thing he wants to do is take a family ride on the Storybook Gardens 5-minute train ride where the seats are so small your knees are shoved up your nostrils.
9. Never, ever make your husband go to the Outlet mall on your way out of town if he's tired. It's just not fun then, because then he just makes faces as he pushes your WAY TOO BIG child around in the red beetle-bug shaped car stroller that he had to ride in. For 2 seconds.
Believe it or not, we did have a great time but a weekend sure can present it's challenges!!! Keep these things in mind though...I warned you!
Amanda
Things I learned in the Dells this weekend
Sunday, August 24, 2008 9:47 PM
Hello my friends,
Here are some things I learned in the Dells this weekend:
1. Never get the fish fry at Moosejaw.
2. Marley's Taste of the Caribbean, despite what they say, is not a family environment after 8:30 pm. However, if you're looking for a passed out drunk guy with groups of people taking his picture, it's your joint.
3. Give your husband plenty of time to look at the menu. This way, he won't make a rash decision and order something with lobster in it that has no price listed next to it. $40 for mac and cheese with a lobster tail thrown on top? Are you f'ing kidding me???
4. Never go miniature golfing with your child when he is purposely holding his poop.
5. 3 licks of a popsicle on the resort will set you back $3 (Yes, $3 for frozen sugar water). Because after they whine for one for a half hour, their mouths must be too tired to eat it. At this point, I could have poured tequila on it and called it a Margarita. And then, by Dells standards, it would be a cheap drink.
6. Swimming makes kids have to pee. A lot. And the Polynesian Resort is somehow clairvoyant in the fact he's just barely potty trained, so they made sure to put our room the furthest distance from the pool they could. And no, there were no public restrooms closer.
7. Go ahead, look for coupons. Look far and wide, because there are plenty to be had. But you know damn well that the place you are going to will not offer coupons. At least, until after you go there, pay full price, and then LATER look on the back of the hotel map. Well, I'll be dipped in shit, I never thought to look there for coupons to Storybook Gardens.
8. And while you're at it, pay full price for Storybook Gardens to which your child, sweet and darling as he is, doesn't give a damn about the Storybook characters. The ONLY thing he wants to do is take a family ride on the Storybook Gardens 5-minute train ride where the seats are so small your knees are shoved up your nostrils.
9. Never, ever make your husband go to the Outlet mall on your way out of town if he's tired. It's just not fun then, because then he just makes faces as he pushes your WAY TOO BIG child around in the red beetle-bug shaped car stroller that he had to ride in. For 2 seconds.
Believe it or not, we did have a great time but a weekend sure can present it's challenges!!! Keep these things in mind though...I warned you!
Amanda
UGH!!!
Hi, have you met me? I like to eat when I'm stressed out. In fact, I'm sitting here eating 4 slices of bacon right now. If I weren't low-carbing, I'm pretty sure it would be a bowl of pasta. And a cigarette. Not that they're high in carbs, it's just that I don't have a drink in hand at the moment.
I have grown to be very, very pissed off about certain things. Having a "victim" mentality has never been my style but things have just gotten so fucked up with this damn recession. And the root of all my frustrations is Joe's job. While I will keep "shop talk" to a minimum (good internet etiquette....never know who's reading, ya know!), I will say that his twins get a good kicking on a daily basis. You'd think, in this economy, that employers would work to hold on to those who have proven themselves to BRING IN MONEY, and lots of it. Trim the fat but keep the filet. Not to reduce Joe to a choice cut of meat, but there is no better metaphor. Instead, he continues to see his "benefits" widdle away while they hire additional employees...
So why am I so pissed off? Long ago, in a land not so far away, it was common to work for your coveted benefits. Work hard and earn a salary. Work hard and receive paid time off. Work hard and get good health insurance to vastly aid in paying medical bills.
Fast forward to present day... You are almost better off sitting on your fat, fucking lazy ass...screw working! Then you collect assistance, food stamps, and BADGER CARE!!! Of course, the list of unemployment bennies goes further, but these are the big 3.
Never mind the fact that many people on assistance eat better than I do. Why go to Aldi when you can get brand name LIPTON and not worry about it being more expensive? You needn't count your pennies when it comes to feeding your family!
Never mind the fact that hard working people get up every day and go to work, living for the weekend or those big 2-week paid vacations a year? You know, when they get paid but don't have to go to work? If you're lazy and take advantage of the state, you're living the dream on a daily basis! Every day is a vacation day!!!
Never mind those things. What's really chapping my ass today is the fact that we got a bill in the mail from the Health Care provider stating we need to pay an additional $20 in copay monies as the $30 we already shelled out wasn't enough...the doctor is billing as a specialist. FOR WHAT!? So the nurse practitioner (that's right...didn't even get to see this SPECIALIST I'm apparently going to have to pay for) could agree that yes, the wanna pull the toilet paper holder off the wall burning sensation I was experiencing was in fact a urinary tract infection? No shit, sherlock. I don't need a specialist to tell me that!
What on Earth does this have to do with unemployment leeches (and I am referring to those who take advantage of the system, please don't send me e-mails about how your Dad got laid off last week...you know that's not the same thing...)? The costs of Heath Care are astounding. It makes me sick. We're selective about going to the doctor. I don't have $50 just laying around that I'm easily willing to part with. I make sure I'm damn good and sick before going to the doctor (UTI's don't just cure themselves). And my kid...ha! His ears need to be bleeding. Well, I'm not that heartless but needless to say, we're selective. Yet I know those "in the system" who will see their pediatrician for a hangnail. Not a second thought about it. Why? Because they don't have to worry about the cost.
If I were on Badger Care, you know what I would owe this specialist? I wouldn't owe $50. I'd owe NOTHING. People ask why we don't have another kid? Partially because it's too damn expensive! Nobody would be flipping the bill for me to push one out. We'd be mostly on our own, just like for everything else.
And now that we got kicked in the teeth again, our insurance is changing and we now are responsible for 100% of EVERYTHING until we meet our insanely high deductible. Everything. This is what we've been working so hard for all these years? To see shitty benefits get shittier?
I'm two minutes from telling him to quit his damn job. We can be gypsies. I've always wanted to travel.
I have grown to be very, very pissed off about certain things. Having a "victim" mentality has never been my style but things have just gotten so fucked up with this damn recession. And the root of all my frustrations is Joe's job. While I will keep "shop talk" to a minimum (good internet etiquette....never know who's reading, ya know!), I will say that his twins get a good kicking on a daily basis. You'd think, in this economy, that employers would work to hold on to those who have proven themselves to BRING IN MONEY, and lots of it. Trim the fat but keep the filet. Not to reduce Joe to a choice cut of meat, but there is no better metaphor. Instead, he continues to see his "benefits" widdle away while they hire additional employees...
So why am I so pissed off? Long ago, in a land not so far away, it was common to work for your coveted benefits. Work hard and earn a salary. Work hard and receive paid time off. Work hard and get good health insurance to vastly aid in paying medical bills.
Fast forward to present day... You are almost better off sitting on your fat, fucking lazy ass...screw working! Then you collect assistance, food stamps, and BADGER CARE!!! Of course, the list of unemployment bennies goes further, but these are the big 3.
Never mind the fact that many people on assistance eat better than I do. Why go to Aldi when you can get brand name LIPTON and not worry about it being more expensive? You needn't count your pennies when it comes to feeding your family!
Never mind the fact that hard working people get up every day and go to work, living for the weekend or those big 2-week paid vacations a year? You know, when they get paid but don't have to go to work? If you're lazy and take advantage of the state, you're living the dream on a daily basis! Every day is a vacation day!!!
Never mind those things. What's really chapping my ass today is the fact that we got a bill in the mail from the Health Care provider stating we need to pay an additional $20 in copay monies as the $30 we already shelled out wasn't enough...the doctor is billing as a specialist. FOR WHAT!? So the nurse practitioner (that's right...didn't even get to see this SPECIALIST I'm apparently going to have to pay for) could agree that yes, the wanna pull the toilet paper holder off the wall burning sensation I was experiencing was in fact a urinary tract infection? No shit, sherlock. I don't need a specialist to tell me that!
What on Earth does this have to do with unemployment leeches (and I am referring to those who take advantage of the system, please don't send me e-mails about how your Dad got laid off last week...you know that's not the same thing...)? The costs of Heath Care are astounding. It makes me sick. We're selective about going to the doctor. I don't have $50 just laying around that I'm easily willing to part with. I make sure I'm damn good and sick before going to the doctor (UTI's don't just cure themselves). And my kid...ha! His ears need to be bleeding. Well, I'm not that heartless but needless to say, we're selective. Yet I know those "in the system" who will see their pediatrician for a hangnail. Not a second thought about it. Why? Because they don't have to worry about the cost.
If I were on Badger Care, you know what I would owe this specialist? I wouldn't owe $50. I'd owe NOTHING. People ask why we don't have another kid? Partially because it's too damn expensive! Nobody would be flipping the bill for me to push one out. We'd be mostly on our own, just like for everything else.
And now that we got kicked in the teeth again, our insurance is changing and we now are responsible for 100% of EVERYTHING until we meet our insanely high deductible. Everything. This is what we've been working so hard for all these years? To see shitty benefits get shittier?
I'm two minutes from telling him to quit his damn job. We can be gypsies. I've always wanted to travel.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Random Thoughts for the Day
How do dandelions grow over night? Imagine if your hair grew that fast.
Why do I have my endless layering tank tops hanging in my closet when they just get covered up? No one will know if they have fold marks while under something else. And why do I hang them when I so desperately need hangars for my pants? Why do I need more room in my own walk in closet?
Why do all the children I've ever come in contact with use the word "mines" instead of "mine"?
Why do so many people care about John and Kate Plus 8? Why would she admit in "People" magazine their marriage is in trouble? Get rid of the cameras and raise your children instead of worrying about your gigantic paycheck and freebies. One day, they will resent you.
Why would someone who goes to the hospital for a twisted ankle get news she's pregnant? I've never gone in for strep throat and had to take a urine test.
Why do people put those stupid gazing balls in their gardens/yards? It just looks lame. Just like those garden accents made to look like a large woman's girdled behind. Just don't do it.
Why are we the only ones with Round-Up resistant weeds? Die, weeds, die!!!
Why is children's outdoor plastic play equipment so expensive? It's PLASTIC. And if you don't sell it when your kid outgrows it, do you recycle it????
Why do I have my endless layering tank tops hanging in my closet when they just get covered up? No one will know if they have fold marks while under something else. And why do I hang them when I so desperately need hangars for my pants? Why do I need more room in my own walk in closet?
Why do all the children I've ever come in contact with use the word "mines" instead of "mine"?
Why do so many people care about John and Kate Plus 8? Why would she admit in "People" magazine their marriage is in trouble? Get rid of the cameras and raise your children instead of worrying about your gigantic paycheck and freebies. One day, they will resent you.
Why would someone who goes to the hospital for a twisted ankle get news she's pregnant? I've never gone in for strep throat and had to take a urine test.
Why do people put those stupid gazing balls in their gardens/yards? It just looks lame. Just like those garden accents made to look like a large woman's girdled behind. Just don't do it.
Why are we the only ones with Round-Up resistant weeds? Die, weeds, die!!!
Why is children's outdoor plastic play equipment so expensive? It's PLASTIC. And if you don't sell it when your kid outgrows it, do you recycle it????
Friday, May 8, 2009
Latest People Poll
Today's People on-line poll asks who is hotter: Hugh Jackman or Tom Cruise?
Really??? Is it even FAIR to Tom Cruise to ask a RHETORICAL question such as this?
Really??? Is it even FAIR to Tom Cruise to ask a RHETORICAL question such as this?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Denial Ain't Just a River in Egypt
First off, I have strong admiration for Elizabeth Edwards, wife of the only booger with a $400 haircut, John Edwards (you remember him, the one who has had "conversations" with unborn children and is hugely to blame for malpractice suits run amok in this country...oh, and he tried to be VP and later President too). It takes an incredibly strong woman to battle cancer, and when given a terminal diagnosis, hold her head high.
And it takes an incredible dipshit to then cheat on his dying wife and possibly father a child from said affair.
But who am I to judge? I don't know them. I don't know what their marriage was like. I don't want to know. I don't care.
Today, Elizabeth Edwards appeared on Oprah in her first interview since the affair and paternity questions because headlining news some time ago. I'll spare you most of the details and give you the short list:
She was mad at him for having an affair (good start)
She says loving him is complicated but worth it (really?)
She doesn't know if he's the father of the "other woman's" baby and doesn't want to know (huh? If I knew my husband's been checking other women's oil with his dipstick I'd sure as hell want to know if they had a love child)
If it turned out that the child was John's it wouldn't change her life in the least.
This last point is why I'm blogging. It wouldn't change your life in the least???? Really? How is that even possible? I am willing to bet that if "the other woman" (let's call her Lola) goes public with paternity results, that would affect your life. If Lola came knocking on your door with a lawyer asking for $25,000 a month in child support that would affect your life. If your children are harassed at school for having a fungus for a father who gave them a half-brother or sister, that would affect your life. If your husband suddenly, say, got hit by a Mac 10 truck going 90 miles an hour and the courts then legally had to split your massive fortune (accumulated through frivolous malpractice suits) between 4 kids instead of just the 3 you birthed, it would affect your life.
Hold your head high and don't let this beat you. But don't be in denial.
Runner up for jaw-dropping comments... Elizabeth says that if you take this one bad thing John did out of the equation, John was a perfect husband. HUH!? I'm not Dr. Phil, but someone's gotta have questionable morals and values to cheat on his dying wife. Perfect husband and this was the one BAD thing he ever did??? As if this ONE thing isn't bad enough, you mean to tell me he deserves a badge of honor for being a perfect husband?
Final thought...
With as much money as that woman has, THIS is the best style money could buy??? Oprah, hire a new stylist. But I've gotta admit, it's nice to see that money can't buy you out of saggy facial skin and dark circles.
And it takes an incredible dipshit to then cheat on his dying wife and possibly father a child from said affair.
But who am I to judge? I don't know them. I don't know what their marriage was like. I don't want to know. I don't care.
Today, Elizabeth Edwards appeared on Oprah in her first interview since the affair and paternity questions because headlining news some time ago. I'll spare you most of the details and give you the short list:
She was mad at him for having an affair (good start)
She says loving him is complicated but worth it (really?)
She doesn't know if he's the father of the "other woman's" baby and doesn't want to know (huh? If I knew my husband's been checking other women's oil with his dipstick I'd sure as hell want to know if they had a love child)
If it turned out that the child was John's it wouldn't change her life in the least.
This last point is why I'm blogging. It wouldn't change your life in the least???? Really? How is that even possible? I am willing to bet that if "the other woman" (let's call her Lola) goes public with paternity results, that would affect your life. If Lola came knocking on your door with a lawyer asking for $25,000 a month in child support that would affect your life. If your children are harassed at school for having a fungus for a father who gave them a half-brother or sister, that would affect your life. If your husband suddenly, say, got hit by a Mac 10 truck going 90 miles an hour and the courts then legally had to split your massive fortune (accumulated through frivolous malpractice suits) between 4 kids instead of just the 3 you birthed, it would affect your life.
Hold your head high and don't let this beat you. But don't be in denial.
Runner up for jaw-dropping comments... Elizabeth says that if you take this one bad thing John did out of the equation, John was a perfect husband. HUH!? I'm not Dr. Phil, but someone's gotta have questionable morals and values to cheat on his dying wife. Perfect husband and this was the one BAD thing he ever did??? As if this ONE thing isn't bad enough, you mean to tell me he deserves a badge of honor for being a perfect husband?
Final thought...
With as much money as that woman has, THIS is the best style money could buy??? Oprah, hire a new stylist. But I've gotta admit, it's nice to see that money can't buy you out of saggy facial skin and dark circles.
The Town's Gone Mad
Seriously. Milwaukee has gone crazy for Danny Gokey. If you're not familiar with him, the Robert Downey Jr. lookalike has made it to the top 3 on American Idol. This is exciting stuff as not much excitement, at least of this magnitude, comes out of Milwaukee. Most of the time, when we make the news, it's not much to be proud of. Case in point, Jeffrey Dahmer. Doubt they'd be polishing the Fox 6 signs if he came for a hometown visit. Or maybe they would, considering he got his ass beat to death by a fellow inmate. His resurfacing may be newsworthy...
It's all over the news. Fox 6 has not covered a single news story other than "Danny Gokey Day (tomorrow)" since I turned on the television 1-1/2 hours ago. Even the weather man is gushing about it. I understand that the weather plays an important role tomorrow with all the Gokey activities planned. Concerts at the Harley stage, National Anthem and first pitch at the Brewer's Game, parades, etc... Big stuff, cooperative weather appreciated...
I'm not complaining, really... I like the guy. I've liked him from the beginning. It helps that he's a local boy with a heart-tugging backstory. Very talented. And he's cute, in a good 'ol boy kind of way. It's fun to watch Milwaukee in the spotlight, and it will be so fun next week to watch his hometown visit on Idol. I hope it's a great turnout.
I have just one little problem. I've got a major crush on Adam, a gay crush if you will. I don't care if the guy prefers make up, leather pants, perfectly sculpted eyebrows and other men. I have a crush on him. What would you call that? Gay crush would almost imply I have a crush on another woman. What DO you call it when you're crushing on a gay dude????
A Danny/Adam finale may kill me.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Leisurely Ride
(Obviously these pictures are not from today, but you have to know what the bike looks like to get a clear picture in your mind)
After not riding my bike one single time last year (who knows why, I even have the spiffy kid trailer attachment...but we musn't forget that last year, 2008, was the year of fatness so exercise was damn near out of the question), we pulled it down from the rafters and took it for a few test drives. Of course, Braeden was more interested in riding his own bike rather than sitting in the trailer. I can't blame him for that...after all, exercise is a good thing for a preschooler with energy to burn (although I'd take the option to sit my lazy ass in a trailer any day). It was adorable the first time. Watching those short legs pedal as fast as they could go is always a treat. He was truly elated by this latest activity. He loved that Mommy had her own bike, even if it didn't have a goofy character face jutting out from the handlebars.
The novelty of the mommy-son excursions is wearing off. Have you ever tried riding your own bike next to a 3-1/2 year old on a tricycle? I didn't think it was possible, but he's even less cognizant of riding in a straight line than he is at peeing in one. "Side of the Road" in preschooler must mean zig-zag wherever the hell you feel like. And "keep pedaling honey" must translate into "stop dead in your tracks." Riding a two wheeler requires much more control than a 3 wheeled happy face bike, and that control is sorely compromised while pedaling at 1.5 miles an hour while trying to look for the bird your son sees 87 miles off in the distance. But he's having the time of his life, so that's all that counts I suppose.
However, I am willing to bet that, to anyone watching, we look like we're on our way home from the bar at 2 am.
Thinking of Jamaica...
It was about a week ago that Joe told me he'd like to try and take a vacation this fall. We've been talking about going back to Jamaica...it's my favorite place on Earth, after all. But the economy has been about as supportive of this wish as the levies in New Orleans during Katrina. You can imagine my elation when he suggested we should try and go. I've been doing Uppercase Living for nearly a year for this very reason, and with rates as low as they are on travel, maybe it's time to cash in...
I've been trying not to think to much about it as I don't want to get my hopes up. Responsibility needs to come first, so we have a lot to evaluate. But suddenly, today, I could almost SMELL Jamaica. The sun was shining for about ten minutes at the very time I thought of the sandy beaches, warmth and all the sweet umbrella drinks I could handle. I envisioned yummy food and steel drums playing reggae music. I'm telling you... I could smell the chlorine of the pools with the large "Sandals" logo mosaiced (word?) on the bottom.
So what brought on this mental teleportation to the country I hold so dear?
I was disinfecting the powder room toilet. Funny how the smell of bleach can take you from something so nauseating (Braeden misses the toilet bowl on occasion...) to something so exhilarating.
I may never think of toilets the same way again.
PM Bedroom Gallery Commercial
I realize this may be local, but the latest PM Bedroom Gallery really baffles me. The two brothers (I think) talk about how customers are asking for more place to store stuff and they show the newest design in their furniture...there is a secret drawer hidden underneath a top bureau drawer for hiding valuables such as jewelry.
Isn't that like using a neon sign with flashing arrows and yelling "expensive jewelry here!!!" to potential robbers? Couldn't they have just said "come on in...you won't believe the hidden compartments for storing your valuables?" I suppose it wouldn't have the same "that's cool!" effect....but still. I would want my secret compartments SECRET, know what I mean?
(and thanks to EM for pointing out it's a great place to hide "toys"....maybe that's what they really wanted to say but couldn't...you know, that whole FCC thing and all!!!)
Isn't that like using a neon sign with flashing arrows and yelling "expensive jewelry here!!!" to potential robbers? Couldn't they have just said "come on in...you won't believe the hidden compartments for storing your valuables?" I suppose it wouldn't have the same "that's cool!" effect....but still. I would want my secret compartments SECRET, know what I mean?
(and thanks to EM for pointing out it's a great place to hide "toys"....maybe that's what they really wanted to say but couldn't...you know, that whole FCC thing and all!!!)
Monday, May 4, 2009
Let's talk Swine Flu, shall we?
So Oconomowoc has canceled classes for many of it's schools due to the Swine Flue, or the H1N1 virus as some prefer to call it. Don't want to offend the pigs, you know. The goal is to localize any swine flu that the poor High Schooler may have spread. Does this seem logical to ANYONE other than those on the board? Exactly how is this localizing it? By guaranteeing these kids? You were 16 once. Think back...If you had off of school for an entire week, did you sit home, itching your ass and catching up on reading? No. Now these kids are going to the malls and theaters, restaurants and other hangouts instead. So instead of containing the virus in the school, they are spreading it throughout the community. Keep your kids home if you wish, but that should be your decision as a parent and hopefully you'll be there to make sure they keep their butts at home. Instead, the school board made the decision for these parents and now families are scrambling trying to figure out how to deal with it. My guess is most parents aren't taking off work to enforce the quarantine...they can't. Most parents need to work to pay the bills. Therefore, over 1,000 kids are out and about. Brings a new definition to "quarantine", doesn't it?
I'm not a cold hearted bitch. I swear I'm not. I feel for those people who have died from SF complications. But let's be realistic here... most of them live in low-income, overpopulated areas in Mexico. Many kids have never even seen a vaccination for whooping cough or measles. So why should it surprise anyone that the flu ran so rampant there? Sure, it spread to bigger, more modernized areas of Mexico as it ran it's course, but fact still remains that most people who fell the most ill lacked resources to care for themselves.
Hundreds, potentially, dead in Mexico due to Swine Flu. US Deaths = One, and that's even debatable because the poor girl was a Mexican citizen and reports are surfacing that she was visiting South Texas. We're not dropping like flies here. The strain's symptoms are less than many flu bugs we see yearly. Be smart and wash your hands.... Good Hygiene wins again!
People think the health care in America is an abomination and they want socialized medicine to fix it. Mexico has socialized medicine. Hell yeah, obviously it's a much better alternative, Devil Woman Clinton.
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