My Day Sucked Ass, How Was Yours?

Um...so...yeah. My day SUCKED. It started out well enough. We spent the morning at the John Deere store with our MOMs group and even got to ride a "BEEG tractor!" as Dylan would say. Then, on the way home, I stopped at the Grocery Store to pick up some items for dinner (and a bottle of wine or two) and what happens?

MY FUCKING WALLET GETS STOLEN! STOLEN!!!

Oy to the Effing Vey, it didn't get any better after that. The bizzle who had my wallet ACTUALLY CALLED* ME to tell me she had it. The cops said she was probably "fishing for information for when she opens up new credit cards" in my account. She was sweet and all "I found your wallet. I'll bring it to you later today after I pick my son up from school." (SO CONFIRM YOUR ADDRESS FOR ME).

*Edited (because my big glass of wine has kicked in and I forgot to add this before) to add that she had my phone # from my checks. She even told me that. That's why the cop said she was calling to see if my information was current.

This is how it went down:

Ring Ring
Me: Hello?
Bitch: Is this Meghan?
Me: Yes. Who's this?
Bitch: I found your wallet.
Me: OMG, really? That's awesome.
Bitch: I wanted to let you know, so you don't have to cancel all your cards and all since that's such a hassle.
Me: OMIGOSH, thanks.
Bitch: I'll bring it to you after I pick my kid up at school later today.
Me: Actually, I REALLY need my wallet, so I'll meet you RIGHT NOW to get it from you.
Bitch: Oh, well, my baby pooped and I don't have my diaper bag so I'm on my way home and can't meet you right now.
Me: Well, when CAN you meet me in the immediate future?
Bitch: Oh. Um. Well. Um. Well. Um. How about the gas station at Such and Such and Such and Such.
Me: Okay, fine. (To myself: That's not a great area and NOWHERE near the grocery store where my wallet was "found") When?
Bitch: 10 Minutes.
Me: Great. What's your name?
Bitch: What? My name? It's "Sonja"
Me: Okay Sonja, see you then.

Flash forward to 45 minutes later with Stupid Ass Believer in People Me standing in the freakin' Chevron station parking lot talking to DJ on my cell phone.

Me: She still hasn't showed up, what do I do?
DJ: She's probably at our house right now, ran-sacking it.
Me: Holy shit, I hadn't even THOUGHT of that. Damn.

Flash forward to 15 minutes later when I get home and all is well (shocking).

To spare you the rest of the sordid details, I've not heard back from "Sonja" and when I asked the Police Officer, with whom I filed my stolen wallet report, if I should be worried that someone was going to break into my house, he said "Do you have an alarm system?" Great.

All (I think) of my credit cards are cancelled and my checking account has been changed. Hopefully Sonja Bitch won't try to steal my identity, although she's got a head start what with her possession of my driver's license and Santa Barbara Zoo membership card.

Gah! And to make matters worse, I actually had CASH in my wallet, which is a TOTAL rarity for me. Son of a Bitch. People suck.

Oh, and Zach went to the Doctor today, in the middle of all this, for his 6 month well baby. He's a 17.5 lb. well baby, in case you're wondering.

Now I'm off to digest my 4,356 calorie Taco Bell dinner and pour myself ANOTHER LARGE glass of wine. Maybe things are looking up.

Not To Be Depressing

The end of the story. So sad. But, hopefully not the end. Hopefully the asshole who did this will be caught and appropriately punished, although I'm not sure what would be appropriate. Death by painful, awful, excruciatingly horrible means seems too good. Maybe fully awake, pain med free castration (S.L.O.W.L.Y.) would help, but still not be enough.

On another note, and another local story, this is a bit more uplifting (I know, I know, three people died, but Frankie is amazing, as are her rescuers. Let's try to concentrate on that and we'll have a silent moment for the three people killed in the crash, including her best friend Talia). I'm desperately trying to find the video, but am having no such luck. The written word just doesn't do the story justice. Anyway, Frankie is awesome and the Panamanian men who rescued her are also awesome. I heart them. If I find the video I'll let you know.

I have not a creative, original thought in my head. I think dealing with sickie Dylan for the past few days has finally caught up with me. He's 1000% better, just as Zach starts to cough. GREAT. Really freakin' great. Hopefully tomorrow I can come to you with something to say, but for now, no such luck.

Oh, I am toying with the idea of participating in Absolutely Banana's Make Me Laugh Monday campaign. I'm just hopeful I can do it justice. We'll see.

Why Are People So Frikkin Stupid?

I just called the police. Not 911. Just the "non-emergency" police. My sense of civic duty and total fear & panic about children in car accidents kicked-in. Especially after the gruesome, most certainly fatal car accident we drove past last night. Maybe I'm just super senstive to it today because of that, or because I have two chilren. Or because some things are just opposite of common sense and you JUST. DON'T. DO. THEM.

Here's the scenario:

A truck just pulled up outside my house and the back door opened. Out of it came two men. Sitting inside still, in the middle seat, was a woman with a small girl-child on her lap. Outrage set in. No car seat, no seat belt on the woman, even. Outrage grew when ANOTHER little girl, most definitely small enough to require some sort of seat-restraining contraption, climbed out of the back seat, over the aforementioned woman & child. THEN? Then, three young boys, the oldest couldn't have been more than 10, came out of the house next door (where there is a lot of work being done) and climbed into the backseat of the truck WITH the woman & two little girls.

So, let's count. That's AT LEAST 6 people in the backseat of that truck. There are, at most, THREE seatbelts. There are, AT LEAST, two little girls who should be, but are not, in carseats. There are three young boys, who, making assumptions here, are not in seat belts. How does that all add up? In my book, it adds up to one more gruesome accident where a small (or five) innocent child(ren) is(are) thrown from the car and killed. Much like two other accidents that have occurred in our area in the past few months. Small children, thrown from their car and killed because their parents are too damn stupid, busy, cheap to buy them car seats and buckle them in appropriately. Our local authorities even provide car seats, free of charge, to those who need them. FREE OF CHARGE.

Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe I'm being dramatic. Maybe I should mind my own business and let people do what they want. Maybe that's all true. Maybe I am & maybe I should. But I don't think I am and I didn't. So there.

What would you have done?

Closing The Book on JackHoles

Okay. I'm back. I've taken a deep breath. Actually, I've taken a whole lot of deep breaths and have spent the entire day contemplating my next move. What, exactly, is there left to say?

I decided on this, which is pretty much exactly what my comment was on this post by Autobiography of My Feet.

I can't...I don't...What...Who...I can't...Are people really...Is it...GAH!

I can't come up with a sane, rational, thoughtful, non-expletive laced thing. I can't. It boggles my mind. It throws me into such a confusing, heart pounding, hand shaking RAGE that I can't even come up with a reply. There is nothing to be said to people, like John Gibson or Fred Phelps, because they're ignorant, hateful bastards. I'd like to think, if there is such a place as the Hell that John Phelps believes so fervently Heath Ledger is in, that HE will be the one who is destined to spend eternal damnation there. For spreading such hate. For being such a jacked up a*shole.

I'd like to think, for those of you who believe in God and the pearly gates and the depths of Hell and all that, that your God would prize someone who was a good father, a good citizen, a good, by all accounts, HUMAN BEING, above someone like Fred Phelps. Above someone who spends their time preaching hate. Above someone who lives their life guided by intolerance. But again, maybe that's just me.

And now I'm done. I can't think about it anymore today. I can't spend any more of my time seething and spending my time with my chidren preoccupied and filled with a hate of my own. I'm pouring a glass of wine, and I'm moving on. For now.

And Another Thing..

WTF? My dad just sent out this link. He hasn't even had time to see the post I JUST hit "publish" on.

What is WRONG with people? What is wrong with Fox News? How is it okay to make fun of the fact that a young, talented man died of an apparent ACCIDENTAL drug overdose? How is it okay to make fun of the fact that ANYONE died of any type of drug overdose? Because he played a gay cowboy in a movie? Is that really so threatening to John Gibson that he has to mock his death?

I can't even write anymore. It makes me sick. Seriously, very, very sad that this is what our society has come to.

I Swear This Isn't A Political Post...if you don't read between the lines...

Grandmaother just told me about this story that was in her local paper. That woman deserves some sort of award. Some sort of BIG award. Some sort of AWESOME award.

It drives me nuts that we live in a society that prides itself on our "FREEDOMS" but punishes people who are not of the "norm." Punished because they practice a religion that doesn't focus on "our" God. Punished because they have the AUDACITY to love someone of the same sex. Punished because they make a difficult decision to end a pregnancy.

The beauty of America is that we can be who we want to be. America was founded by people who were escaping religious persecution. Leaving behind a country, an entire continent, because they weren't completely free to live life as they wanted.

This is from the Library of Congress:

Many of the British North American colonies that eventually formed the United States of America were settled in the seventeenth century by men and women, who, in the face of European persecution, refused to compromise passionately held religious convictions and fled Europe.

I get that they came here to escape what they were being forced to believe in. To forge a new society where they were free to worship, and live, as they wished. It seems to me, though, that in the past 225 or so years, that vision has gotten completely, pardon the language, fucked up. We've ended up with a society where you're celebrated if you fit in with the majority of people's beliefs, but you're persecuted (there's that word again) if you don't live your life by their standards. How does THAT work with what our country was founded on? Seems pretty damn hypocritical to me. And that's not what I want my country to be about.

This is from, I hope I don't have to tell you, the DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Created Equal. Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. Shouldn't we, as Americans and human beings, "refuse to compromise passionately...held convictions" and live our lives to follow the first few sentences of the Declaration of Independence? I'm sorry, but the YA-hoo's from the article above are much more dangerous to the belief's America was built on than two men who want to have sex with each other. But maybe that's just me.