“And now for something COMPLETELY different…”

Sorry about that last post. It was stockpiled vomit from reading constant complaints about our President on Facebook. I can’t just defriend all my R friends, so this is my space, I chose to vent here- where people rarely make backhanded comments. hehehe. So I thought I”d put another posting up to shove that last negative blog down one. I’m not going to get all riled up over some idiot. It’s not my problem that  he wants to incite riots with the hillbillies of America.

This morning there was a GIANT BUMBLE BEE in our basement. I yelped when I saw it climbing on the pile of laundry to be done (funny, he/she was on my floral quilt, I wonder if it thought those were real flowers). I said, “There’s a huge SOMETHING down here- a gigantic spider or something!” to Gabe upstairs. He said, “You’re such a baby about bugs…” and then came downstairs and said, “Oh shit that is a giant bumblebee, how’d it get down here. It might be the QUEEN!” Gabe then captured Queen Bee in an empty butter container and let her go outside. If I had the guts, I wouldn’t have been so nice. That Squishing up my Baby Bumble Bee song would’ve been playing in my head as I did the damage. Yuck. Mean nasty bugs.

Queen Bee, please stay away from my basement…or my house entirely for that matter.

The bees outside like our front porch and I hate it. They like the front porch furniture (Gabe says) because they take the (chipped) paint and (cheap) wood back to their hives to help build the hives. This is not cool on several levels. I don’t like bees.

In other news, the boy doesn’t like to take his “morning nap” until 10:30 now, which is screwing up my late days at work. Now I have to wake him up to leave on time, and it sucks. I hate waking him up from his pleasant nap. I do so quietly with a tiny bottle to hold him over til lunch, but still- I hate having to wake him at all. It’s making my long days harder to be motivated to go to work. Also, I’m starting to get bummed about him being asleep when I come home these nights. Le sigh. Can’t win. Good thing I like my job.

This morning Simon and I spent some time dancing and singing to his new cd that Grandma and Grandpa brought home from Disney World. We both particularly enjoyed The Library song by Ludwig Von Drake. It’s hilarious! I can’t find it online anywhere or else I would post a link. I’ll keep looking! We danced and danced and laughed and laughed and now my hamstrings hurt from bouncing up and down with the boy. So fun.

This weekend my friend from grad school is coming to visit and meet Simon for the first time and I’m SO EXCITED! Adult conversation! Adult discussion about libraries and fun things like Chicago and stuff. Hooray! Perhaps we’ll even go out to the bar and sing crappy renditions of “Patience” by GNR.

Glenn Beck

I’m going there.

This guy is a complete headcase. It absolutely floors me that people listen to him at all, much less SO MANY PEOPLE. Shit!

One of my favorite videos of late is Jon Stewart’s impression of Glenn Beck (who says people who go to “social justice” churches are communists). I just can’t get over this guy. He is certifiably insane. It’s like a car wreck. I just watch with my mouth open.

He says so many things that are just WRONG. He assumes that people without jobs don’t want jobs. He assumes that people relying on federal assistance “welfare” WANT to be on welfare. It absolutely blows my mind. This guy is so far out of touch with reality that he honestly thinks

THAT WRITING ON A CHALKBOARD WITH CHALK IS GOING TO MAKE PEOPLE LISTEN TO HIM.

Shit. The chalkboard. If he knew anything about America’s education system he would know that even f**king American classrooms have more advanced tools than he does. Maybe it’s because the people listening to him spent most of their educated lives staring at a chalkboard? I don’t know. At any rate: Progressives = bad. Go back to the Constitution = good.

Does he know anything about how things were back then? Not saying I know more than him, but I sure as F*&K know that when you read shit (i.e. even the BIBLE) you take into consideration the HISTORICAL CONTEXT IN WHICH IT WAS WRITTEN. Dude, I studied SHAKESPEARE in college. Do you think that gave me marketable skillz for the job force?! NO NOT REALLY!!!! Did it give me the ability to read this WITHIN THE HISTORICAL/SOCIAL/CULTURAL CONTEXT IN WHICH THINGS WERE GOING ON —–> YES.

Oh my god. It blows my mind. I don’t really get pissed about it because I figure, if people are mad about “Obamacare” (which by the way, if you believe people deserve substandard care because they are poor, you can go straight to hell in my book) ; and they’re mad about the way Obama is handling the war we started (while he wasn’t in office) or the way he’s handling domestic policy (after we’ve supremely screwed it up for the last 10-25 years) or WHATEVER YOU THINK…

Go ahead and think it.

It’s alright Red states: GET PISSED.

We got pissed, so we showed up to vote. It’s our turn now, you’ll get yours’ back soon enough.

And then, things will….

BE THE SAME. They never change that much. The only thing that changes is the level in which people report on the shit that’s happening and (as I’ve posted before) there’s always some bullshit happening somewhere.

Everyone needs to THINK more, REACT less, and chill out. Seriously.

And if you think you’re the only one in this country who works hard and gets little in return, you’re damn WRONG. I see those people, everyday. There are good people in this country– LOTS OF THEM– who are dealt an unfair hand. It’s just what happens sometimes.

Ok, off soapbox.

I hate Glenn Beck, but not enough to do anything but remark about what an idiot he is and how I’m surprised by how many other idiots believe what he says. That is all.

I am addicted

To several things: cinnamon melts from McDonalds, and this Cool Mom Picks Blog.   Yes, it’s a little “hippie” and they advertise clothing that’s all organic (Heaven forbid) and other environmentally friendly items (Yee Gads- I’m going to raise a Commie!). 

I can’t really afford any of the stuff on it, but in a dream world, I would purchase almost everything on it. But here’s something I may actually splurge on for the baby’s room– or hell, the living room.

Oh and another thing: I’d like someone to buy my child a picture book on the Boston Tea Party, because I want to explain to him the difference between that and what avid Fox News viewers all over the US were trying to do on Tax Day.

And I love John Oliver.