Friday, December 14, 2012

It was really hard for me to sit down to write this. in fact, i want to get up and walk away from it now, but i have to. i found out about the shooting about 45 minutes before i had to leave for my work shift at 3 o'clock...though Facebook of all places. As soon as i saw that first candle post with something saying the victims of Sandy Hook i knew it was bad, and i goggled it immediately. To find out such a tragedy could happen in my own backyard (just about an hours drive from my home) i became so discouraged. I started thinking of the worst. The parents who got there Christmas shopping done early and had presents under the tree for their children who would never come home, the parent kissing their child on the cheek and packing the last lunch for their child that they would never even have the chance to eat, a couple who had so much trouble even conceiving a child and having this miracle brought onto them only to send them off to somewhere that is supposed to be safe, and have the child slaughtered for no apparent rhyme or reason. It felt like 9/11 all over to me. Because even with things like columbine or virginia tech, those things had at least some kind of explanation, teenage raging hormones and distress, and today, no reason. Innocent children taken for no reason and absolutely no reason behind it whatsoever. To me, i have no personal attachment to the people these tragedies have befallen, but that is no reason for me to feel bad about what has happened. i cried as i read the first headlines, i listened to the radio all the way to work and felt crestfallen with every word said. My hope in humanity has been slipping ever so slightly with every week that passes, friends abandoning me, family abandoning me, feeling so lost, broken, confused...and to hear...this.

These children did not even have the chance to feel remorse or feel guilt for making tragic mistakes like picking on some kid to the point that they would point a gun at them. They did nothing wrong. And me, at that point in my life where children is only a short road away, I feel as if i cannot do it. I feel as if i cannot bring a child into this world as it would be much too selfish. And part of me hopped, no more begged, that when i walked into work, someone would feel the way I did. After 9/11, a nation came together, people came together, people, even if for only a short time were nicer to one another. When i walked into work today, i expected something like this to happen, i expected at least a few people to feel what i felt...and this was not so. Everyone was still the same cocky asshole just like they always are, my fellow pharm techs appeared as if they had not even heard the went on...and maybe thats how it is supposed to but i couldn't do it. the only person in the pharmacy who seemed to have some vague idea that there is something wrong was my pharmacist Chris, a woman who has children, who said very little all day...but had glazed eyes...and with every mention would leave or pickup the phone. And i felt for her, i really did. I do not have children, but I feel things far to strongly.

I don't know what is wrong with the world. A few years ago everyone claimed the world would end in only a week from now, and at this point i welcome it. Mark squeezed me tight and told me to hang on as i left for work...only to walk into my house 5 hours later to a full swing party in effect. It was hardly mentioned, and at first, my intention was to run. to run as far away from this house and from these selfish people as quickly as possible...but fuck it...what the fuck can i do...what the fuck do i do with myself for these many hours...i ate, picked up a beer and didn't look back. And now... i feel terrible. i don't know what type of lesson to take out of this. If i had a crowbar in my car, I would be in jail after that driver i followed home tonight. I was getting off the highway, this car had no turn signal, i switched lanes to get off the highway, he swerved in front of me, drove at about 4 miles an hour, pushing to passenger around, playing around. endangering my life and their passenger. when we got to a stop light i almost threw my car in park, slammed on the window and screamed, "18 children are dead and you can pretend everything is fine! You can endanger my life and your own, you are selfish, inconsiderate and the worst human being I have ever had the displeasure to ever meet. If you were considerate to just a few people maybe shit like this wouldn't happen!"   but i some act of god I refrained...and i drank...and i feel worse. I talked to people...had one of my friends come by, not just Marks...but it felt like no one understood. A few words uttered but no full out conversation. I did not meet these kids, teachers, staff...for all i know i do not know a single soul in Newtown, CT. but for the love of god, if no lesson can be learned from this incident, then all we will feel is loss. Those lives were lost for no reason, those tears we shed mean nothing, human decency, kindness, consideration...all these things could give some kind of meaning to one of the greatest tragedies anyone of my generation will ever, hopefully any generation, will ever experience.

Tonight before i fall into an intoxicated sleep, i will grab my fiance's hand and we will pray, for the lives lost and the hope that this will never happen again. For the parents, siblings, aunts, uncles...for everyone affected by this. For the people like me...hoping against all hope that they do not lose all hope in humanity as i have, and for fucking god sake, that the person responsible for this is fucking burning in hell where that mother fucker belongs because i swear to fucking god, if i ever bear a child, if anything ever happens to that precious being there will be mother fucking hell to pay.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

25 days of christmas


Do you see this pile of leaves? The picture does not do it justice, it's mamoth and would be even bigger if all the leaves in my tiny yard were actually in it. It's December second, that pile was made in October. When Mark and I moved in we had an agreement, I do all the laundry and he does the yard work. Guess what? He has clean clothes but I have a crummy lawn :( The thing that also ticks me off is that yesturday it was snowing and i didn't take a picture, a much better way to start off this photo challenge. 

                                             DEC 2ND: FAVORITE HOLIDAY MOVIE
I bought this bad boy at Walmart for nine bucks yesturday. I love Rudolph aside from the sexism, mean, unaccepting people of the North Pole...etc. 

It's my first Christmas in my new home. I had this place decked out not even a week after Thanksgiving. Pretty much everything is Christmas. Mark and I got our tree on Thursday, and my god does it smell good in here. As a kid i never had the luxury of having a real tree but the year Mark and I moved out for the first time and lived on our own, we got one and I was hooked. Granted, your fake plastic tree is a lot less work, no worries about that thing falling off the roof of your car, or vacuming up pine needles, or having to water it or even waiting to get it (just pull it up from the basement). But i love the smell of a real tree, and I like a tree that has character. This is the first year Toots has actually seen a christmas tree. So far he hasn't climbed it or knocked off any ornaments although he is eating it. Cats are carnivores so why my cat is so hungry for pine needles, I will never understand.

Seeing as my parents are living the condo life and have limited parking, space in the condo and all the rest, we're doing Christmas eve at my house this year. I'm a little nervous, my parents usually go all out for this thing. Amazing food, prizes and games, etc. I'm trying not to disapoint but we're kinda strapped for cash right now. Do you know how much oil is? The begining of october we put 100 gallons in our tank and it cost us over three hundred bucks! Guess what, it's Decemeber and we're already down to an eighth of a tank...luckily, I'm almost done Christmas shopping.

I leave you with pictures of my amazing family.

As you can see baby Toots is intrigued by this whole tree idea, but is still too afraid to sleep under it. Can't wait to get a picture of that.

Baby Pikachu, she's feeling much better and is starting to ever so slowly warm up to me. Last night i was up in my office and she actually came out of her igloo and was running around the cage, climbing and peeping (it's still quiet but i know as she gets older she will have quite a set of lungs on her.) It was as if she was putting on a show for me and wanted to tell me about her day. Fucking adorable. I feel bad leaving her up in that office, guinea pigs are really social animals and love to be in the center of all the action but I visit and hold her any chance i get, even if it's just poking my head in to have a little chat. Maybe i can convince santa to bring her a brother or sister.

OH! speaking of which! my aunts dog might be pregnant because she's lazy and didn't get her dogs neutered or spayed. Anyway, Bella is a beagle/weiner dog mix and Cody is a shiba Inu. Google shiba inu...they are the most fucking adorable dogs and if she does in fact have puppies i get first pick of the pups. Our family just keeps getting bigger and bigger...