Politics and Linsday Lohan…

Published on September 2nd, 2008 - 8:56 pm

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I HATE Lindsay Lohan-and not just because she’s an unattractive, talentless idiot who parades around doing nothing and gets paid for it; and no, it’s not just because her MySpace profile happens to be on the Music directory… No, I really hate her because she’s a vapid idiot.  Far be it for someone of Lindsay’s age and good character to examine their own moral compass before passing judgment on others.  Earlier this week, she decided to grace the world with some political words of wisdom from the forum of her own blog.  She expressed “concern” because Sarah Palin admitted to the media that her daughter was five months pregnant. 

Now, as a woman who has been pregnant twice, I see a couple of problems with Lindsay’s concern.  First, and most obviously, is that Bristol Palin is five months pregnant.  Any day now, she’s going to start looking the part, and if Governor Palin had denied the story what would she say?  “No, I’m sorry. She’s just gotten fat.”  Maybe a better answer would be, “Yes, she is pregnant, and I lied to all of you.”  That’s not what anyone needs.  Not only was it wise of Palin to be up-front with the people who will be voting on whether or not to elect her and Senator McCain, it was admirable.  There are enough people in the world who are willing to lie to get ahead, save face, or make a name for themselves.

The next problem goes right along with the first.  In four months there will be a baby to be accounted for.  If, by some miracle, the Palin family was able to hide Bristol’s pregnancy the entire nine months, there would still be a baby one day.  Then what? Would Lindsay, purveyor of all knowledge, prefer we’d all just turned our eyes from Bristol’s burgeoning belly until then?

Far be it for Lindsay Lohan to turn on her brain before she turned on her computer and blessed us with her “thoughts.” (As if she really has any.) In the same blog, she writes that all she keeps hearing about is Sarah Palin’s pregnant teen daughter, and that “Its (her grammar error, not mine) distracting from the real issues, the real everyday problems that this country experiences.” 

First, let’s point out the obvious. Sarah Palin is not the one drawing attention to her daughter’s pregnancy.  Whether they work for E!, the New York Times, or some Podunk, small town weekly, it is instinctive for every journalist to find a story, spin it, and sell it.  Just like everyone else, journalists need to get paid, and honey, digging up dirt on Sarah Palin’s doe-faced, 17-year-old daughter is certainly a good way to do it.  (I have some authority on this; just look at my degree.)  Palin was wise to publicly acknowledge Bristol’s pregnancy now.  Denying it or avoiding it weren’t solutions—no one likes a liar, and let’s face it, the truth would get out eventually.  I’m surprised that Lohan is so quick to blame Palin, when she’s been in the news so often, whining and complaining about the paparazzi that stalk her and the magazines that misquote her.

Now let’s delve into the bigger issue with Lindsay’s journey into the blogosphere.  Again, to quote the genius that is Lindsay Lohan, “Its distracting from the real issues, the real everyday problems that this country experiences.”  Really, Lindsay? What might those problems be?  Could you please, please tell me what problems you’ve experienced today?  I’m certain that the problems that those of us who live in the real world experience aren’t the same as the ones that trouble you.  You see, as a country, we’re experiencing economic distress, because too many people want to give too much to people who don’t do anything.  They say, let’s make those people who work hard for their money (and no, going to a club to promote your next crappy album doesn’t count as work) shell out just a little more, so that those people who don’t work can also have insurance and houses and cable, and so that those with over-bloated bank accounts (that one does include you) can just continue to sit there, and make more money. 

Those of us who live in the real world face problems like trying to pay the mortgage and daycare in the same week.  We normal, average people here in the real world struggle to keep marriages together, and to raise happy, healthy, well-adjusted kids.  We as a country, struggle to uphold and maintain the Godly values this country was founded on, in principle and in purpose.  You, and everything you stand for, mock all of that.  You “work,” but really, you party and play with your girlfriend.  You have “problems”, but really, your problem is that you don’t appreciate anything you have and you aren’t wise enough to realize that the real problem our country faces is people like you.

From now on, stick to what you’re good at, and go find yourself a nice club to party in. Leave the singing to someone who can carry a tune, and the acting to any girl that can smile and actually looks good blonde. 

My husband is a moron.

Published on March 18th, 2008 - 7:45 pm

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For those of you that noticed the momentary change to the title of my previous entry, I apologize. My husband is a moron and didn’t understand the clever use of parenthetical phrasing in the tite, (Im)Patiently Waiting, and felt the need to “correct” it and make it (I’m)Patiently Waiting. After a quick verbal lashing, and of course reclaiming the proper title, all is now right in the world.

Later, gators.

(Im)Patiently Waiting…

Published on March 11th, 2008 - 11:07 am

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I think God is trying to teach me patience. He’s certainly seeing to it that I wait to hear about the job I recently interviewed for. I interviewed nearly two weeks ago. And since then, I’ve talked to the hiring manager once, when she told me that she would try to have an answer for me by this Wednesday.

If I could pace and type at the same time, I would.

I’ve dreamed about this job. I’ve prayed about it. I want it so badly.

But, I know that no matter how badly I want it, if God doesn’t want it for me, then I won’t get it. And I think I’m okay with that. Pastor’s sermon on Sunday might as well have been him sitting me down for a nice, long chat. In a nut shell, he told everyone that God will open doors where He wants them open, and He’ll close the ones that need to be shut. In short, God will show us, if we’re willing to pay attention, what direction He wants us to move in. So, I’m trying to faithfully wait. Right now, I feel like I’m standing in a hallway full of doors, and all of them are shut. I’m just waiting for God to open one for me.

So, if you’re reading this, please keep me in your prayers. Pray that God will provide me with a good, full time job. One that lets me use my degree. …And if you would, pray that He’ll open a door, and that He’ll be very obvious about it, because I don’t want to miss my opportunity.

Thanks.

So long Grunt, and farewell, Grunt Jr.

Published on March 10th, 2008 - 1:51 pm

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I am a fish killer. An accidental, but continual killer of fish. This is my plight.

Poor Grunt never stood a chance. From the day we brought him home, the little guy just wouldn’t eat. He’d swim around his little bowl, he’d swish his blue tail, and he’d pretend to be interested as Xavier carefully dropped food into his bowl each day. …But Grunt never ate. Perhaps he had a preexisting condition, an ongoing battle with anorexia perhaps, but just the same, the little guy starved. Unfortunately, fish don’t talk. They don’t come with medical records or psychiatric evaluation papers. They don’t say, “Don’t buy me, I’m on the brink of death!” as you carefully place them in your shopping cart and let your son get all excited.

Strike one, Meg. Strike one.

Poor Xave-o realized Grunt was no long in his bowl shortly after Josh had flushed the fishy. So, to be a good mommy, I thought I’d just pick up a goldfish when I got groceries. Certainly a goldfish could survive in our house. The information on them says they’re hearty eaters, so that squelched any fears I had about bringing home another pet with an eating disorder. I carefully inspected the bright orange specimens swimming in the take, and picked out the liveliest, brightest one of the bunch. I picked up some goldfish food and was on my way.

Fish number two, or Grunt Jr., as I’d affectionately named him, didn’t even make it home. As I presented Josh with the fish so we could transfer him into the bowl, I noticed that the fish had pulled a Nemo. Grunt Jr. was sideways, nearly upside down in the bag of water. Josh, Mark, and Steph had a good laugh at my misfortune, and after an unsuccessful attempt to revive the fish with food and fresh water, Grunt Jr. was also sent to meet his maker.

Strike two.

I should’ve known better. Nothing in my past suggests that I have any ability at all to care for an animal. I had three, yes three betas in the past, and all of them died. One ate itself to death. He ate and ate and ate, until his little fishy self could contain no more, and then popped open at the seams in his bowl. (Ironic huh?) The other suffered a casualty during a water change, and was mortally wounded in the drain of a sink. The other fish, was much like Grunt Jr, and lived for a day. The cause of death is still unknown.

These poor fish. It’s all my fault. I was not created with the capacity to care for living beings that cannot communicate their needs to me. Next time, we’re getting a dog.