Deserving of Compassion. . . I Think Not
I consider myself a compassionate person. I take it to heart when good people are going through bad things. I try to help people whenever I can whether it's inviting new Mom's to dinner when their husbands are away or helping someone craft a professional resume to find a new job.
But if there's one person not deserving of compassion, it's the Lockerbie Bomber. He was released today so that he can die of prostate cancer at home. Because of him, 270 people didn't get to die at home. They had to die in a fiery crash. They didn't have a choice and now this pathetic excuse for a human, does have a choice. Many of the flight victims were college students who would never realize their full potential in life, whose parents have continued to miss them and grieve for them all these years.
Abdel Baset-el Meghri served only eight years of his life sentence. I read an idea somewhere online that when they release him, they should line up the families of his victims and that if he can make it through the line of them to his transport, he can go home to die. That sounds a bit more like justice to me.
Allowing a convicted terrorist to die in his home surrounded by his family is ludicrous. Most terrorists are willing to die for their cause anyway, and now Scotland has released one who knows he's going to die anyway? Not smart. Showing compassion to a dying terrorist doesn't earn normal people any points with terrorists. It just shows them our weaknesses.
***On a very different note, time is running out to vote for your favorite Summer Serenade video. Do it here.
Also, please swing over to Victoria's Secret and throw me a vote. You don't have to register, just click "love it." You can vote once a day until the contest is over. Let a girl in a gi win a VS contest. Awesome. Thanks to those of you who already voted!
The Love Your Body Contest and Why You Should Vote for Me
Dude, bra's are expensive. Really expensive, even for those of us who are a-hem less endowed in that department. In fact, especially for those of us who are less endowed in that respect. That's why I need your help.
I've entered the Victoria's Secret "Love Your Body" contest and you can vote for me here. You can vote once a day for me until the contest is over. If I win, I get a shopping spree (free bra's!!!) and all kinds of goodness. You should totally click that link and go vote for me because I didn't put up your typical entry. I'm not bikini-clad, showing off a crazy self portrait which attempts to make me look like I have cleavage. I'm just a girl in a gi, telling it like it is.
Go vote for me now and spread the word amongst your cronies. How cool would it be if a girl in a gi could win a Victoria's Secret contest?
(Answer: So cool.)
Go vote (and thank you)!
That’s How You Know
You know it's time to go off the Prednisone that has been making you beyond cranky when. . .
-You step on the scale and the only thing that comes to your mind is "Woah" followed by regret that you allowed your kids to talk you into buying the 3 ft. high container of cheese balls at the grocery store, which you ate in like two days time while your 3-year old pleadingly told you to "take it easy" and "leave some for me."
-You hear your 8-year old coughing all night long and the entire morning and you flash to the scene from "The Witches of Eastwick" in your head. You know, the one where the husband puts his wife out of misery and beats her with a fireplace poker thing? You contemplate putting her and yourself out of misery because if she coughs one more time, you will totally and completely lose it.
-Your husband walks around outside with you so you can explain your landscaping plans and when he turns his head for one second, you accuse him of not paying any attention to you ever and swear at him under your breath, except not really under your breath, as you come back inside and tell him you are so done with his attitude problem.
-You pack up earlier than you planned at the pool when the Banshee's mother arrives and fails to discipline her child AGAIN after her banshee hit some kid, and you know that you have to leave or else you might possibly take the banshee Mom and drown her in front of a pool full of onlooking Mom's and kids.
I warned my allergist that someone might die when he put me on Pred. Today is the last day. As long as no one pushes my buttons, people may survive my roid rage.
The Summer Serenade Contest is Here
You've been waiting all summer long and now it's time. We have two wonderful guys who entered the contest and one of them is going to win a gift certificate for $65 to spend how they choose.
Our first entry is from the always controversial but non-stop teddy bear, Adam of Avitable.com. If you can't view it here, go there to see it.
Our second entry is from the karaoke king himself, Karl of Second Hand Typtophan.
You Can Leave Your Hat On – Summer Serenade Contest from Karl Erikson on Vimeo.
Voting is open for one week and you must leave a comment with your vote for either Adam or Karl. Enjoy! And thanks to Adam and Karl for giving it a go!
A Boatload of Drugs and Death Threats
Yesterday I went to see my allergist. He walked in the room, said "hello" to me and Barry White said hello back. He knew I needed help.
He examined my popping ears, my blocked by the Great Wall of China sinuses, and my itchy throat and said I looked "very allergic." I assured him I've been taking all my meds and then some regularly. Pataday eye drops once a day, Patanase nasal spray twice a day, and half an Allegra because if I only take half I just get cranky. If I take a whole tablet, I get cranky and want to wrap my car around a tree.
He said he wasn't sure what the problem was, but when he checked my allergy testing results he nodded. It's late summer pollen time people and I'm living next to a weed filled lot. That can't be helping things.
He told me we'd hit this foggy head with everything possible and if I'm still miserable in a week, then my only other option is going to be allergy shots. He prescribed Prednisone, a Z-pak, Veramyst and told me to take Mucinex too. That's on top of my crank-inducing Allegra, Patanase and Pataday. I cracked up laughing when he said he was prescribing Prednisone. The last time I took that I was suffering from a serious case of poison ivy and Prednisone did not make for a pleasant me. I was irritable to the point that my family pretty much avoided me and I believe it was days before Mr. BBM even dared to enter the same room with me.
Combining Pred with Allegra? Someone is probably going to have to die. It's also likely I'll gain about 20 pounds. Here's hoping the extra weight opts for the chest area and leaves my butt alone.
He told me I should have Mr. BBM talk to me from behind a door for a couple days and that Mr. BBM should also mow the empty lot.
So I weed wacked half of it before all three of my batteries died, came inside, blew my nose 1000 times and it seems to me that the Great Wall of China is starting to crumble. I'm finally starting to be able to breathe a little bit.
Here's hoping the side effects from all these meds don't kill me (or make me kill someone else) first.
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