getting all enviornmentalist

Pigs and the military

2009-04-20T14:50:00.001-07:00

For the past few months the US Military has been using pigs to test body armor. I bet most people are not aware that pigs brains are more like a humans in composition than any other animal. (this does not mean humans are related to pigs) So this being said the military has been blowing up pigs to try and create better body armor to protect our troops skulls. More troops die due to brain injury in roadside bombing than for any other reason in the current war. So over 20,000 pigs have been sacrificed in order to find a way to protect our brave men and women. So far no progress has been made, and there are no plans to halt the tests on pigs.

Personally I thank each and every member of our military for their service. That being said I find it abhorrent that innocent animals are being killed. I don't care how important the quest to find something to protect people is, using animals is not the way. I have a better idea we have a prison system full of people watching cable tv, playing on the internet, taking college courses, and bulking up with weights. If we are going to be inhumane and kill why not use people who have lost their right to be members of society.

You scoff at this? What I want to know is why is a human life more valuable than an animals? I don't believe that it is. All of natures creations were put on this earth for a reason. Blowing up pigs, cancer research on chimps and rats, it's just as horrifying as the idea of using humans for the same purpose.

Unforseen Truths

2009-04-20T14:47:00.000-07:00

The road untravelled is shaddowed with doom

the light of happiness blotted out in the night.

The once lively eyes now dull and haunted

hearts will lie on the floor broken.

The blood I forsee on this long hard journey

for you this road is not worthy.

A road which will be traveled again

only to end with pain and sorrow.

A light at the end of this tunnel I see

in the comfort of arms unfaltered.

2009-03-23T14:12:00.000-07:00

CHICAGO – The largest study of its kind finds that older Americans who eat large amounts of red meat and processed meats face a greater risk of death from heart disease and cancer. The federal study of more than half a million men and women bolsters prior evidence of the health risks of diets laden with red meat like hamburger and processed meats like hot dogs, bacon and cold cuts.

Ok seriously the government paid money for this study! All I can say is WTF! It was determined long ago that people who eat large amounts of red meat are going to be more at risk for heart disease and cancer along with a multitude of other health problems. So why I ask are the morons of the US government paying money to universities to perform studies regarding something we all should already know? It seems like a giant waste of tax payers money to me! I think it is about time Americans started questioning the motives of government spending again. It seems to me that there is a lot of frivolous waste going on and quite a bit of unnecessary data being collected.

Descent to Debauch part 7

2008-10-14T11:09:00.000-07:00

7am the alarm hit. I slowly sat up and the mack truck slammed into my head. Then I got dizzy. It was at this point I realized I was still drunk. The stench of alcohol seeped from my poors. Good thing I had given myself enough time for a shower. I thought this might sober me up.

Unfortunately when I stepped out of the shower smelling fresh I didn't feel fresh. I felt dizzy and a bit nauseous. I did the usual morning routine brushed my teeth got dressed and ran to the car to head to work. It was fucking Saturday why had I agreed to work on a Saturday. Oh that's right I was pretty new to the company and had to take all the hours I could.

I pulled out of the drive 30minutes to get to work. I needed to go slow and make sure I was careful. I was super paranoid I would get a DUI. I drove very slowly. I pulled onto a street that is usually dead on a Saturday morning to my dismay this one day that I was feeling still drunk when I had to drive there was a cop. I thought about my options for a few seconds and decided the best course of action would be to drive a safe distance behind him.

I figured if he couldn't see the way I was driving that well he wouldn't be able to pull me over. So despite the urge to speed ahead and drive the speed limit I stayed in the lane directly behind him about two car lengths back. It seemed like an eternity until we reached the end of the street. I let out a sigh of relief when he turned right and I turned left. I was now able to drive a little faster.

Somehow I made it to work ontime and unscathed. I hadn't been pulled over and I had managed to keep my car away from any trees or parked cars. I stumbled into work the sunlight burning a hole through my retinas. The building was quiet and dim at this time of day I was thankful for the reprieve from the brightness.

I walked through the clinic door and smacked straigt into my co-worker. She saw the state I was in smiled and asked how I was doing. My reply was somewhere between grunt and moan. I hadn't realized but one of the doctors had wandered in behind me and was standing not two feet from me. He looked and said your that good huh and walked into one of the open offices.

Mortified I took myself to my desk and set up for the day. Lucky for me I was starting to feel just hung over and not drunk. Not the ideal situation but it was liveable. I was pretty sure I couldn't get fired for being hungover but full on drunk was another issue.

My co-worker walked back to me and whispered that I was going to work with the doctor who I had grunted in front of. I had to work with Dr. Brooks he was known in our department for being a huge asshole to medical assistants. Great I was hungover and had to work with this asshole. I looked down the hall towards him and took him in. I had never met him. Only heard the rumors of him making people cry.

I took a long look. He didn't look so tough. In fact Dr. Brooks was really hot. I figured at least if he was going to be an asshole he was nice to look at while he was being one. I settled in for a long eight hours at the office with a little grin. I was plotting ways to get Dr. Brooks in bed with me. I know it was wrong but hey. He was hot and had the best ass of any doctor I'd ever seen.

Do you believe the Iraq war will end with the election?

2008-10-09T18:56:00.001-07:00

How many of you out there think that when the election is over the war in Iraq will end? I want to know, I would also like to know why you think this.

And now for what I think. I can't say I am right on this but I probably am.

Many Americans think that if they vote for the candidate that says he will pull troops from Iraq and this person wins it will happen. I am not saying it won't happen but it won't be right away as many people think. I is highly unlikely that we would do such a thing.

We went into Iraq and screwed up their country. We can't in good conscience leave them on their own. Before we went in there they were functioning. I'm not going to say they were great but they were doing ok as a whole. Sure they had an evil dictator running things and some people got tortured but the whole country wasn't in turmoil.

So what makes anyone think we could go ahead and do that to them. The US would be leaving a fledgling democracy on it's own with a military force not strong enough to help them survive an attack. Iraq would just be one big bulls eye on the map for every terrorist group. They may not attack the country but what a great place to set up shop. I country that is still trying to gain it's independance.

We have to leave our troops in Iraq to help keep the country going. To keep things stable and make sure a wrong turn isn't taken. Iraq is still a place full of turmoil. Many terrorist groups would be more than happy to come take over the government there. And where would that leave Iraq? Back at square one with an evil person running things.

So before make a decision. Think about it. Poloticians tell us what we want to hear. They rarely do what they say they will. So why believe it just because it's in a television comercial. Didn't your mother ever tell you not everything you see on TV is real?

How much do you love chocolate?

2008-09-17T23:19:00.000-07:00

Do you love chocolate so much that you would be willing to put children into slavery to get it? Well if you are buying chocolate it is likely that at some point you have. bet you didn't know that.

Over 40% of the worlds chocolate is produced in the Ivory Coast (in Africa). Traders often kidnap or buy children from surrounding counties and sell them into slavery on the cocoa farms. These children work in some of the most inhumane conditions. Long hours, sweltering heat,and injuries plague them. Not to mention the beatings they are dealt regularly.

The US congress is also very aware of this problem. I believe it was in 2001 that a bill was written to stop American companies from buying chocolate from farms using slave labor. Unfortunatly pressure froma a few high profile senators and the industry ittself stopped the bill from being passed. The chocolate manufacturers stated that limiting where they could purchase product would cripel their business.

I don't know about you but I would be happy to spend an extra dollar on my chocolate bar if it meant a poor child wasn't being misstreated. Due to bad publicity the industry in the US stated they would devise a plan and stop purchasing from the farms that used slaves by 2005. Well 2005 has come and gone and guess what your chocolate is still being purchased from the Ivory Coast and still being harvested by slaves.

I don't understand how in a country where we have outlawed slavery, and have such strict child labor laws we allow our companies to purchase products from places with such abhorent practices. (yes Yaya another big word lol)

There is hope however there are many small companies that make chocolate which is not harvested by slaves. The people picking the cocoa beans may be children but they are being paid a fair wage and helping to provide for their families.

How can you tell you ask whether my chocolate is made with the beans picked by slaves or the beans picked by people earning a decent wage. Well the packaging says it all. Not only are the nurtrition facts and ingrediants listed. The package will also say In Fair Trade on it. If you see this statement on your chocolate you know it is safe.

On another note European Chocolate is more likely to be made with cocoa beans picked by slaves. Also European chocolate contains lead. They use leaded gasoline in Europe which gets into the air. The lead from the air gets into the chocolate. So next time you want swiss chocolate you might rethink it. In small amounts it shouldn't hurt you. But in large quantaties you could end up dead from lead poisoning. A literal death by chocolate.

I know my blog is very similar to my friend Lissa's. I have to thank her from bringing my attention to the fact that chocolate is often harvested by slaves. After reading more about it I felt compelled to write about it. I have also decided to make it a point to research where my chocolate is origionally coming from.

Below are some links in regards to the slavery in the chocolate industry.

http://www.globalexchange.org/update/press/3227.html
http://www.chocolatework.com/chocolate-slavery.htm
http://vision.ucsd.edu/~kbranson/stopchocolateslavery/goodchocolateproducts.html

The last link has a list of some chocoalte manufactures that do not use chocolate from farms which have slaves. Ben and Jerry's being one of these companies. I knew I loved their products thank you Ben and Jerry lol.

Sympathy lost

2008-08-29T16:38:00.000-07:00

I have to say I am not by any means a very sympathetic person. I believe most situations can ultimately be avoided. I understand first time experiences. I also believe you will never know until you try it. But if the first go or even the second wasn't so great why put yourself in the same situation. Ok and on to my point.

My best friend since Jr. High Katrina has decided to divorce her husband. Also one of my best friends. Of course I support my friends decision. She did it not because her husband is an asshole but simply because she doesn't love him anymore. I guess this is a good reason why string someone along.

On that note I hate to say she is stringing him along. He did not want the divorce. He's miserable since she has moved in with her parents. He begged her to go to church and counceling with him and she agreed. I am not sure what posessed her to do such a thing. She has no intention of getting back together with him and these acts just give him hope.

So now that Katrina has moved out she has been seeing other guys. I have watched her re-hash past relationships. Always an unwise decision. I figure you stopped dating or just having sex for a reason why go back and see if things have changed. Of course she proved once again that these guys were total losers not worth her time only interested in one thing. Not that she needs a steady relationship right now but someone who respects her would be a good start.

After the ex experience she decided to branch out. She figured it would be a good idea to have sex with the KJ at a bar we all hang out at from time to time. After the 1st time she was infatuated with this guy. Apparently he had given her four orgasms before he passed out from the liquor. He didn't even finish having sex with her just passed out.

He no longer seemed interested from what I could see the next time we all went to the bar. But she followed him around like a puppy dog all night long then got upset when he didn't give her the attention she wanted. She got all pouty and acted like a high school kid.

Not to be discouraged by the cold shoulder she kept at him. Frequently returning to the bar either alone or with our friends in towe. He finally couldn't find anyone more interesting to him so he went back for seconds. She willingly jumped back into his bed. And the story gets more interesting. During their second romp he texted his ex girlfriend the whole time. While texting said girl he was telling my friend to tell him she loved him. She just laid there and took it and did what he wanted so she could get her piece of ass.

After the fact she bitched about it. I figure she did it to herself. Honestly who would take that but a desperate woman. And the plot thickens. She told us all she was done with him after that but continued to talk to him frequently and go to the bar where he works.

One evening while I was there about a week after the incident we found out he had a girlfriend. This girl happens to be a good friend of my boyfriend. On the same night after I had been carted home because I was drunk. Two girls in front of the new girlfriend got into a fight over this guy. We also found out around the same time that he got a girl pregnant and is soon to be a daddy.

My friend swore after this she was through she wouldn't have anything but a friendship with this guy. She then decided to try him out again a third time. I mean really if you are that desperate for sex there are other ways to find it. There is no reason to go hooking up with guys who have treated you like crap.

And the newest development in the situation is... She told said douche bag she will no longer sleep with him unless he will have a relationship with her. OMG really? Is this a guy worthy of a relationship. I am going to say hell no to that. It makes me wonder really where people get their delusions.

Descent to Debauch part 6

2008-08-21T15:17:00.000-07:00

My life was in total turmoil. I questioned my every decision. I was living but I was a shell of myself. At home I was miserable. When I was out with Cici I felt alive.

Cici and I decided to go out one Friday night in late July of 2004. We didn't care that we had to get up and work the next day. To hell with work we wanted to have a good time. I dolled myslef up in a cute halter top, tight jeans, and my favorite Steve Maddens. I took the extra time to put hot rollers in my hair and make sure I looked flawless for my night on the town.

I met up with Cici at her house around 9pm. Our adventure began at Cici's favorite bar in downtown Sacramento. Elixer was the place. Just a tiny whole in the wall really but she knew the bar tenders. I didn't really know what to drink since I was again new to the bar scene so I let Cici order for me. We got cosmopolitans. I thought the froo froo looking drinks were for the likes of snobs who watched Sex in the City but didn't complain. I found the concotion of vodka, cranberry juice and lime somewhat refreshing. Maybe I should change my opinion.

After two drinks Cici decided we should change bars. Elixer was a cool little spot but it held no cute boys. Cici was single so cute boys at the bar were imperative for her to stay a while. We hopped in her car and took off down the street. Did I mention there is a bar on almost every corner downtown. We drove for about 2 blocks and parked at a very crowded spot. R15 was the bar on the corner next door was a club called Empire.

I waltz in like I own the place feeling confident. Cici knew the bar tender at that bar too. She prances to the bar attempting to look cute. She calls out to the bar tender for a couple of raspberry lemonaides. He gives her a wink and procedes to pour our drinks. I pick mine up and sip and oh my god it must have been one of the best drinks I had ever had. It tasted exactly like an actual raspberry lemonaide.

We decided we would hang around R15 for the rest of the evening since it was fully packed with hotties. I thought I would see if I could sucker some guys into buying my drink. I didn't lead anyone on ever so figured whats the harm. If some idiot wants to buy a married girl a drink more power to him.

I was actually quite successful in finding willing drink buyers. This bolstered my ego to new heights. I was actually out feeling attractive. This was a feeling I hadn't had in years. (All I felt when I went out with my husband was cold indeference or jealousy over another person even glancing my direction.) I chatted up about four different willing males who each bought me a drink. I let them know ahead of time they weren't gettting anywhere with me but they seemed up for the challenge.

At 1 am Cici finally pried me out of the clutches of guy number four. I was really wasted and for some reason had been finding him very appealing. I guess it must have been a combination of the alcohol and attention but I had actually given this guy my phone number. Cici politely pulled me away and took me out for some food so I could sober up. I had to get home because we were both working the next morning.

We went to a trendy little spot called INK. I walked in and there were tattoo like designs all over the walls. Hence the name INK. We got a table right away despite the line. (another benefit of hanging with Cici) I looked over the menu and everything looked fabulous. I decided to try the macaroni and cheese. I definately needed carbs. When we got our food I took one bite and feel in love. It was positively the best mac-n-cheese I had ever had.

We paid our check at Ink around 3am. By this time I felt sober enough to drive so I went home. This was a horrible idea. I was still totally smashed but I was putting on a good enough act that I had Cici and myself convinced I could drive. Fortunately I made it home safely sometime around 4am. I crawled in bed and knew I would be paying the next day for my night of fun. I figured it was worth it though. I hadn't had as much fun in years.

Descent to Debauch part 5

2008-08-11T18:42:00.000-07:00

When I finally arrived home after an exhausting day and an almost unbearable dinner with my mother all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. This is not what I got to do however. I had to describe in detail to my husband James how my day was. So I told him about rafting leaving out the parts about Dean and of course the pot. My husband was so straight laced he never even tried a cigarette.

When I started telling him about swimming in the river he freaked out. He yelled and carried on as if he were my fucking mother. Like I don't know how to swim and like I will drown. He said, "Daisy how could you swim while drunk? You will drown. That is so irresponsible. You better not ever do that again." And so on and so forth. I argued with him about it for a while, eventually giving up. No sense in beating your head against a brick wall. Talking to James even to this day is like beating my head into an extremely hard object. So not really worth it.

I finally got to bed around midnight but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get Dean off my mind. How good it felt to have a guy actually seem interested in me. Not just for sex or to help clean the house take care of the kid and pay the bills. Dean was actually interested in talking to me. Thought what I had to say was interesting. I can't remember the last time James took any positive interest in the things I had to say. All I was to him was a possession to parade around in front of his friends, and screw when the mood struck him.

Thinking all these things almost made me sick to my stomach. Why was I feeling this way I had everything I wanted. A house, my son, a husband and a good job. What girl does a girl need is what I asked myself. I came up with a few answers fun and love being at the top of the list. But James and I loved each other didn't we?

Got groped at work

2008-08-04T18:51:00.000-07:00

I got groped at work today. I would expect this if I worked at somewhere like Hooters or in a strip joint. But no I work in a medical office. So why in the hell did a patient think it was ok to put his hand on my tit. It wasn't an accident either. Not a simple brush of the side boob oh no. That I could have dealt with forgotten and dismissed as an accident. No this was a full on hand cup on the tit. I was taking this assholes blood pressure and he puts his arm up cups his hand and places it firmly on the side of my breast. I feel his hand look up at his big cheesy grin and casually move his hand to a more comfortable position for me which was between my armpit. Why in the hell did this ass think that was ok. I'm a professional not there for you to touch inapropriatly. I didn't make a huge issue of the incident to him. I did find it odd that as soon as he was done copping a feel he had to use the restroom. And oh no he wasn't quick about it he was in there for a while. So he either had to drop a duece or rub one out. Either way I am slightly disturbed by his behavior. I mean he didn't even apologize for his hand placement when I moved his hand away. Leading me to the conclusion that he in fact had done this on purpose. Gross I am totally disgusted.

Descent to Debauch part 4

2008-07-30T19:20:00.000-07:00

We pulled out of the river around one in the afternoon at the infamous mud island. If you're from Sacramento no doubt you've heard of it. (Mud islands gone now but there were news stories every year about the things that happened there) We made sure our rafts were secure and groups swam over to the island. I stayed with Dean and a couple of other guys we'll call them stoner #1 and stoner #2 because I can't remember their names. Stoner 1 had pulled out some killer chronic just before we pulled out of the river and invited Dean and I to smoke.

I hadn't been high since I was 17. I had no clue why I agreed to smoke it but I did. We wandered to a secluded area of the riverbank. I was holding hands with Dean the whole way. We found a spot and Stoner 1 pulled out a sweet looking glass pipe loaded it and the passing started. I took about four hits of the weed and was stoned out of my mind. I still had enough sense in my head to know I had to drive later so I stopped there. When Dean was done we walked hand in hand over to the side and surveyed what was going on over at the island.

I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Chics were mud wrestling. This is such a cliche thing to do. I mean I wondered what the purpose was except to make a spectacle of themselves and draw attention from dudes. But hey at this very moment in time I found it hilarious. Dean and I decided to swim over (not a wise idea considering we were both stoned but he was strong and I'm a good swimmer) We got in the ice cold water and headed to the island.

Dean reached the bank first climbed out and hauled me out of the river. Wet and slippery I clung to those muscles for just a moment. Imagining what it would be like to take him back to the other side of the river get him alone and have sex right there. I couldn't though on top of the husband I was on my period and in no shape for sex with a new partner. So I kept the fantasy to myself and we wandered over to watch the mud wrestling.

As we got closer to the pit we noticed Jessica was in it. Man she is a brave chic. Not much bigger than me (I'm pretty small) and she was mud wrestling a pretty big girl. Next thing we know she's on the ground in the mud and gives up. Too bad she lost the match I would have liked to see her win. Then Stacy jumped in she was with us as well. A bigger girl so I thought for sure she would win. She took out all the girls she wrestled then a big dude stepped into the mud pit. She wasn't a pussy so decided to take him on. He took her down in about 30seconds flat. She ended up with bruises and a bloody nose.

It was around this time that we heard sirens heading our direction. Cici yelled for us to get the hell out of there. We didn't want to be around if anything went down. We all swam back across the river and jumped in the rafts and took off real quick. It didn't take long to get to our last spot and pull out for good. I was exhausted, stoned and had to pee so bad. We got the rafts out of the river and most of our group bailed. We had to carry three rafts back to davids truck and we didn't have enough people to do it in one trip.

When we finally got the rafts loaded Jessica and I went in search of a restroom. My tampon was totally done I had to get it out. I put my skirt back on and off we went. finding a restroom we both went it was probably one of the most satisfying things I had done all day. Sadly to say. When we got back to the group I found out Cici had mentioned to Dean I was married. He was no longer speaking to me. I was slightly upset over the situation (for some reason I thought he already knew), but I figured it was for the best since I wasn't a cheater. I was a faithful wife and didn't want to compromise my morals over a silly crush.

The day was over it was time to go. I piled 5 people into my tiny messy Mazda and started the short drive back to the top of the river and the other cars. On the way up Cici invited me to a huge BBQ unfortunately I had to get my son from my mother and I was already way late. I also didn't want to face Dean anymore. I was mortified. It was about this moment I realized I was still high and I was driving oh god. Thankfully I got everyone to their cars safely and started the long drive to my mothers house across town.

I realized I hadn't checked my phone yet. Sure enough she had left several frantic voicemails worrying about my safety. She is totally paranoid I will drown in the river. I immediately called her to reassure her I was in fact alive and on my way to her house. I was more worried about getting there without a ticket then swimming in the river. Somehow I managed it and was sober by the time I got there and had to suffer through a dinner at moms house.

LA Bans Fast Food in Poor Areas

2008-07-29T18:53:00.000-07:00

LOS ANGELES - City officials are putting South Los Angeles on a diet.

The City Council voted unanimously Tuesday to place a moratorium on new fast food restaurants in an impoverished swath of the city with a proliferation of such eateries and above average rates of obesity.

The yearlong moratorium is intended to give the city time to attract restaurants that serve healthier food. The action, which the mayor must still sign into law, is believed to be the first of its kind by a major city to protect public health.

I found this news story on MSN.com today and found it to be a little absurd. Does LA really think that banning new fast food restaurants will help the poor save money or become less obese? It seems a little ridiculous to me. A logical person would know this isn't going to work. People are going to eat what they want.

I'm not saying I agree or disagree with poor people spending money on fast food. I'm also not saying I agree or disagree with obese people eating unhealthy foods. I'm looking at this from a capitalistic/free will standpoint.

When faced with the options though of spending their small amount of money on fast food or groceries and cooking if people choose the fast food that is their right. It is not for you or I or the government to try and stop them. It is a personal choice. Albeit a bad one since fast food is flat out bad for you and in all honesty more expensive then picking up something healthy at the grocery store and cooking. On the other hand the fast food is more convenient because it's fast.

I look at it this way if we look at what a lot of people lets say on food stamps purchase. It isn't salad and fresh fruits vegetables lean meats things like that. They buy soda chips and junk food. I'm not generalizing everyone on food stamps I know not all of them do this. But a lot of times this is what you see. So trying to get poor people to eat healthier by not allowing businesses to open in their neighborhoods is just absurd.

Also if the fast food isn't in the neighborhood what is stopping these folks from going to another part of town and getting it? I'm going to say not a whole hell of a lot. If you want something and you can't get it where you live you'll go elsewhere. Am I wrong in this assumption? I think not but if I am feel free to correct me.

I do like the idea of healthier alternatives being encouraged. But for some people the healthier alternative is going to be to expensive. If the healthier eating establishments don't do a good business then they will close down. This is bad for the company who opened the business and the government to where's the logic. You have to think why there is a McDonalds and not a Fresh Choice.

On the capitalistic side. If these people live in a city and eat at a restaurant in the city they are putting money back into their community through the taxes the city makes from said establishment. Also it is likely that the establishment employees people from the area thus providing people jobs. How is this ever a bad thing. The government makes their money and people are employed.

Personally I could care less if I never at McDonalds again but it is not for me to tell someone else what to do. So I say people use your free will. And for the love of god can we teach these politicians that meddling where they aren't wanted isn't helping.

Is it ever ok to masterbate in the bathroom at work

2008-07-28T15:52:00.000-07:00

I have a co-worker who happens to also be a good friend of mine. Unfortunatly at work I don't want to be around her. She is lazy to say the least and does the most inapropriate things at work. On top of texting being on personal calls and the internet all day. She thinks it is ok to go in the bathroom and masterbate and send photos of herself doing this to her girlfriend.

I want to know when that became acceptable behavior in a work enviornment. It is slightly taboo to at the very least. But come on really you can't make it through the work day with out diddeling yourself for your sexual partner.

I mean I get it she thinks she's in love (which is totally insane btw they have known eachother all of a month and a half and were in love within a week). She wants to spend all of her time with this girl. But at some point we have to get over it be grown ups and do our jobs. Spending five out of your 8 hours at work either talking on the phone with texting or masterbating for your sexual partner is really not ok.

This girl also has the nerve to complain about the amount of work she has to do. Well shit lets think about this for a minute. while you spent ten minutes in the bathroom rubbing one out you could have made those five phone calls. Or roomed two patients. Did I mention we work in a medical office which makes this even more sick.

The state of our bathrooms is another issue I have with the whole thing. Our bathrooms though cleaned every night are horribly dirty and disgusting. Our cleaning crews idea of doing there job is to basically take a mob of dirty water go over the floor with it once and the floor is done. Pour some toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and thats done and well hell the sink doesn't need a scrub./ I would rather use the restroom in a truck stop at times than use the one at work. Let alone masterbate in it.

So if anyone has thoughts on the subject enlighten me. I would really like to know why in the hell someone would risk their job to do such a thing. Especially someone who is on thin ice as it is with the managment.

Descent to Debauch part 3

2008-07-25T14:59:00.000-07:00

At first I sat in the same raft with Cici somewhat shy and observant of my surroundings. Staying in a comfort zone with a person I knew and could talk to not wanting to feel like an outsider. Within the first 30 minutes on the river I had consumed all of my alcohol. I had only taken a very small long island ice tea and a sex on the beach. Looking around I realized I needed more to drink. Cici offered me beer but I didn't drink beer at the time. I was a bit more relaxed though and started chatting with Jessica and her hot friend.

Jessica being a complete lush had brought along a whole pitcher of lemonade made with vodka and was willing to share. The three of us decided to climb into the middle raft which was like a floating island and chill with the people there. I was starting to get tipsy thanks to the wonderful lemonade with my increased intoxication levels I aslo broke through my shell.

A monster seemed to explode from me. I was flirting with the dude Jessica brought. (well once I found out he wasn't her boyfriend) His name was Dean he was half egyptian and half white. Let me tell you this is a combination worthy of gallons of drool. But I wasn't going to let him know that. Oh no I was playing it cool. The whole time in the back of my mind wondering what the hell I was doing.

At some point one of the wider girls got onto the island. Next thing I know i am looking at some tiny asian girl showing her ass off. I thought this was great. Of course the pervy guys went immediatly for Cici's underwater camera so they could document the moment. I founf myself in the middle of about 5 other girls all bent over showing our asses for the camera. Of course during this part of our day we came to a bend in the river where guys were throwing beads like mardi gras. Feeling emboldened by the liquor I found myself joining the girls showing my tits for beads.

Not long after another one of the guys sidled up to me and started chatting. I was complaining about my boobs with the girls. He had overheard us and wanted to let me know he thought my boobs were perfect and worhty of beads so he gave me a pair he had around his neck. I thought this was totally sweet. Of course Cici had to make a comment like hey Daisy if you ever leave James Cody can be your new baby daddy. Now at the time I thought this entertaining and didn't find Cody repulsive things have changed much since this trip.

Descent to Debauch part 2

2008-07-25T10:14:00.000-07:00

The morning of my big day came along. I woke up early got my son ready and took him to grandmas hous. I took him early because dealing with my mother is worse than having teeth pulled. I knew I would be stuck chatting with her for at least 30minutes and I had a scheduled meeting time.

I arrived in the parking lot of a pizza place in a rather bad area of town a few minutes early. I sat in my car waiting not knowing what to expect. A beat up blue pick up truck pulled into the parking lot at about 10am. A chubby girl wearing boyish clothing with limp long grown hair emerged from the pickup. Joined by her trashy looking boyfriend. Both were smoking (something I then did occasionally). Both of them kept looking at my car. I thought I couldn't possibly be meeting these people here. They aren't the right type to be friends with such a cool chic.

The girl sauntered to my car and said are you Daisy. My jaw must have hit the floor but I casually responded that I was infact Daisy. She introduced herself as Melinda her boyfriend. The scruffy white trash impersonater was David. I chatted with her a bit they both seemed nice enough. I bummed a smoke while we waited for the last person meeting us to show up.

I inhaled my last drag as a silver Kia rolled into the lot. A blond girl stepped out of the car and squealed with excitment. She ran to Melinda threw her arms around her and expressed her joy unashamed at how silly she probably looked. Her name was Jessica and she was so chatty and cheerful. I knew then that we would become great friends (I was right).

Sitting in the passenger seat of Jessica's car was one of (in my opinion) the most attractive men I had ever seen. He was tan with short dark hair. Piercing brown eyes, a smile to die for and muscular. What more could a girl ask for. But why was I even looking? I'm married I told myself. You can look but you can't touch.

Melinda said it was time to get down to the park to leave a couple of the cars. So I followed them down to one of the many parks by the river here in Sacramento. We found what seemed like suitable parking spots. My little Mazda and Davids truck were left in these spots. We hopped into Jessica's Kia and drove to a park up river. I was sitting bitch being the thinnest one in the bunch. I made the best of my ride however it was entertaining. The whole way we listened to a wide variety of music. I truly adored this chic. She listened to techno hip hop punk rock and everything in between. Jabbering the whole way.

We arrived up river and to my releif Cici was there already. Finally someone I knew. (Did I mention I am a bit shy around people I don't know)? Carrying my meager supply of alcohol around I chatted with Cindy about nothing important. Met so many new people my head was reeling. How was I supposed to keep all these names straight? I marveled at the crowd that Cici drew to her though. I used to have hordes of friends like here. But I had been in isolation for so long. I had lost contact with the outside world and many of my former friends.

We got the rafts ready at around 11am and halled them down a steep path to the river. The rafts were a lot heavier than I expected. I don't know why but for some reason I immagined them weighing only slightly more than a pool toy. I was shocked that it took 4 of us to get it to the water. We tossed em in the water tied them all together attached an ice chest full of beer and took off. Lazily floating down the river.

look deeper

2008-07-24T20:47:00.001-07:00

You see her, or do you?
She's pretty yes but that's not all.
You see her for what she appears to be.
Pretty, fun, carefree
did you ever once look into her eyes.
Her eyes are the window to her soul.
Look deeper beyond the facade.
See her for who she really is.
Her eyes hide her pain her knowledge and her longing.
don't be so quick to judge based on appearences.
Perceptions aren't always correct.
You might find inside that girl the thing you were always looking for.

blossoms

2008-07-24T20:43:00.000-07:00

I gave you my heart freely
A rosebud waiting to bloom
Tender petals blossoming in the light of your warmth
My heart quickly opened to you
As the rose in the sun
Golden light seemed to shimmer all around us

Then the night crept in
The newly opened flower clings
The heart slowly breaks with each word
Petals fall to the earth
Crushed by feelings not returned

Descent to Debauch part 1

2008-07-24T12:19:00.000-07:00

My downward spiral started in May of 2006. I had just landed a job with the company I had been longing to work for. After three hard years of trying my efforts were finally rewarded. This is where I met Cici. At the time we met I was a seemingly happily married mother of one. Only twenty four years old and naieve to my feelings and desires.

Fresh faced and perky I started my first day of work. Excited at my new opportunity. This was the highest paying job I had ever had. Everyone in the office seemed nice enough but I kept to myself at first. Not wating to get in to far with people I was unsure of. I sat back and watched. I was the low man on the totom poll just having an assigned 4 hours every other Sunday. But my first week I was training and working a full 40 hours.

My first Sunday came along this is when I met Cici. She worked every Saturday and Sunday at the front desk. We seemed to get along well and had a few things in common so it seemed. We decided that day to have lunch along with our co worker a 30 something married Indian girl. We sat at Fresh Choice devouring salad and chatting about just anything. It was during this lunch I realized I really liked this girl. She was everything I wanted to be. Independant, wild, and sarcastic.

I had the sarcasm covered. But I was super dependant on my husband. To a point most people probably would have wanted to slap me. I wanted to find the wild independant rebellious person I had been before having a child. I wistfully remembered the girl I had been and wondered how the hell I was going to get her back. Of course I couldn't be as irresponsible as I had been in high school but damn it I should get to have some fun.

Finding myself pregnant a month before my 18th birthday had kind of drained my fun side. I went from punk party girl to responsible mommy in no time. I lived only to please my son and my husband. Working to help provide for us. Staying home every night taking care of the child. Bowing to my husbands every whim. On the outside I appeared happily married. Content to be a wife and mother. On the inside I was a wild girl screaming to get out.

When Cici asked me to go rafting I jumped at the chance. A day out with friends was something I hadn't had in a long time. Finally sick of my isolation and lonliness I took her up on her offer. We made plans for a Saturday and she told me to just bring whatever alcohol I wanted to drink she had the rafts.

My husband never one for an office job worked weekends. I immediatly called my mother and asked her to watch my son. She happily agreed being the amazing grandma that she is. In preperation for my big day out I went and bought a new bikini. I also grabbed a little booze. At the time I wasn't much of a drinker. Little did I know the ammount of alcohol that would be consumed that day. It far surpassed anything I had seen in the past.

Rainforest/ehtanol rant

2008-07-10T13:30:00.000-07:00

Ok so I'm getting all enviornmentalist right now but please don't put me inwith that group. It seems to me not so long ago the enviornmentalists were on the save therainforest bandwagon. Somehow these morons got off that and have decided tojump on the clean energy train. Little do they know what a screw up thatwill turn out to be. But hey gotta go with the fad of the year or decadehowever long it lasts. Until they realize they screwed up (which is neveradmitted). I bet most people don't realize the actual devestation going on in theAmazon rainforest. In the end of 2007 alone a piece of the rainforest thesize of Road Island was destroyed. Brazil and enviornmentalists say it isfor clean energy. Corn and soy bean fields are being planted where once ourearths lungs stood. Did they forget how vital this eco system is to ourplanet. Not just because of the air it provides but the animals and plantsit houses which are unique and cannot survive elsewhere. They are alsodisplacing native tribes who rely on the plants and animals of therainforest but what do they care they are trying to save the planet. What they failed to realize before they started their destruction is thatethanol is not really any cleaner than the feul we already use. It pollutesjust as much. And while they destroy this vital piece of land carbonemissions are greater than they should be. So not only are they destroyingthe earths lungs they are polluting our atmosphere while they do it. Anyoneheard of a little thing called the hole in the ozone layer. I'm gonna haveto guess that releasing all that carbon into the air is not helping it outmuch but I could be wrong what do I know right. And did they think about it really ethanol may be an abundantly renewableresource but the amount it takes to fill one SVU could feed a person for365 days. So the prices of food keep going up because we are using some ofit to make this ethanol which pollutes the enviornment just as much as thefuel we use now. How ridiculous is that idea. Unless you think of it in dollarsigns. There is nothing but money to be made.Another point if they were smart they would remember that corn cropsdeplete the soil of nutrients. So they aren't going to be able to usethe land they are destroying year after year they are going to haveto let it lay fallow and or rotate the crops they grow some of which won'tbe used for making ehtanol. I'm just gonna put it out there and say I am pretty sure no one thought about that when they decided what a good idea chopping down the Amazon Rainforest is.And what about world hunger. I'm not one to jump all over that but thereare starving people out there. And well the UN is going to try and feed them no matter how you or I feel about that. The rising food costs are putting a strain on feeding the world. Who do you think will foot most of that bill. I'm gonna say the United States.I'm not pretentious enough to think that I have all the answersbut there has to be some other alternative way to fuel our vehicles.I mean we can fuel cars with hydrogen. Last time I checked we aren'trunning out of that any time soon. The problem is how to get it so we can use it. Sure we get it from electricity but hey it's just an idea.