Nothing wrecks the day like emotional eating. I need to make sure I don't have any crunchy munchy stuff in my office, near my desk or within a thousand miles of me when my mind wanders while I am making a bazillion copies of depositions.
Fact: Black is slimming ONLY if you hide everything you are wearing with a bigger black sweater.
Fact: Log rolling for exercise in the morning isn't half bad ha ha ha ha. The tree was rotting.
Trying not to think about supper. Then again, I have veggies to steam and rice to eat. I just have to make a separate supper for my son. If ONLY kids would wake up one day and say I LOVE EVERYTHING and eat whatever you put on their plates. Oh, dieting would be soooooooooooooooo easy.
It's 4:38 pm I have a ways to go for the night. I figured if I wrote first it would keep me away from the refrigerator for a while.
I'm still pissed for jamming all those multigrain wheat thins into my mouth. I had NOTHING to do with my hands while the copy machine was running. I COULD have sat down at my computer and made work for myself but the crackers called my name.
A huge defeat on the first day.
Movin' forward.
I may write more later.
I do have to say I may be overweight, but I would NOT take up two airplane seats if I did fly. Nor would I crush a chair into kindling if it was wooden.
I am just not at the weight I should be for my age, height and body frame.
If I lose enough, will I lose the boobs, too?
Oh what I wouldn't give to fit into a perfect 38C. Do you have any idea how NICE the lingerie choices are when you can fit into a 38C bra?
Monday, January 9, 2012
Foraging Into 50 Years - A Single Mom's Journey to Self-Preservation & Losing Weight To Stay Alive - Day 1
50. Half a decade. Nine days till it's been 18,250 days since I've been on this planet.
It's looming like the mothership hovering over Devil's Tower in Close Encounters of The Third Kind.
LOOMING.
And it' "ear-roding EAR-roding" my sense of self-esteem, self-confidence and self-preservation.
Why? Because I am overweight and I have a son who needs me to be healthy because I'm all he has. And about 40 billion other reasons that will bore people to death because everyone will say "yup, been there, done that. Movin' forward."
But let me tell you about being overweight (althought I am sure bazillions of women will read this and go, yup, check, have that, see that, ewww that).
I am 5-7. I weigh 191 pounds. There, I said it. And I don't give a shit anymore who reads that and says OMG PAULA IS A FREAKING MOOSE!
Bite me.
The Spanx hide the weight really well. And given that I have this amazing center of gravity below my 40Cs and above my thighs, that is the center of all the weight. That's the only reason I remain upright.
I can, however, still see my feet. I've never not been able to. I suppose that counts for something.
But after a three-month 60 pound weight loss during the summer of 2010 which left me even more sagging that I had been prior, I put 30 pounds of it back on in one year. Whether it was my age kicking in, my hormones being totally fucked up or that I moved into a new home and got comfortable because my son and I were safe from the monsters who nearly killed us in 2010, I don't know.
But last night was a wake up call. Something happened - well, Facebook revealed one its secrets in such a completely random coincidential manner - and this "secret" threw me for a loop. Jesus, it's one thing with the ring. It's another thing about the white pants.
And I spent the night assessing and re-assessing years gone by, the last six in particular that I've been the ultimate "giver" and finally decided that the next 50 years belong to me and I am going to become a taker.
But in a good way. I'm taking my dignity (what's left of it) and going to attempt to channel it upwards into what I hope to be a future of good health, sound mind (well, maybe because people already tell me I am certifiably off my rocker and I LAUGH because it's a compliment to me) and a body that when I look at it in the future, I would go "ewww, I'm gross" or have to stretch out my arms in front of me so that the tractor tires on my back will even out when I am bent over and getting screwed from behind, and I won't have to put a pillow under me when I am in same position because the rolls on my back are being evened out from my arms being stretched out in front of me but leaving my hanging sagging belly fat to dance to its own tune.
You get the ewwww picture. But really? Overweight women are truly creative when it comes to manuevering to a position to cause less jiggle, less tire action, etc. I'm tired of doing that. I want to focus solely on my self and not be bombarded with negative thoughts about how I look from behind, or the front, or sideways or from a distance.
And this is just about being naked. Wait till I write about me and clothes. The above-mentioned brings out the eww factor in me. I hate being naked. I hate taking a bath, I hate taking a shower. It has nothing to do with being clean because I'm a freak when it comes to that.
I just hate the way my body looks, what it has become and the fact I have to "hide" it from the world because it's the bane of my existence, the harpoon in my side 24/7/365.
I can blame it a bit on pregnancy from 12 years ago because I was horrified beyond all comprehension when I stepped back and looked at myself after I had my son. I could not believe what happened to my body. And it's been downhill ever since.
I hit rock bottom last night. That "secret" on Facebook just made me shake my head and go, that's it. I'm done. Time to get off my ass.
I'm not going to "diet" but I am going to change the way I eat. I am a stress smoker but I stopped that about 10 days ish ago. Cold turkey. Done it before a million times. But each time I look at my son, I have to convince myself that I can't smoke - at all.
And no smoking means more hunger and more hunger means emotional eating. Been there done that, too.
That's gotta stop.
Writing keeps my hands busy. It passes time that I otherwise would be foraging for food in my kitchen and eating for no apparent reason at all.
It doesn't change overnight. It's a mindset first. I have to want to change. I can't float along like a bottle on the ocean with a note it that says "rescue me" and hope someone finds it and does same.
That's for fairy tale fanatics.
This is real life, real time, right now.
50 is NOT an even number unless you divde it by 5 and get 10 and that's an even number.
10 pounds at a time. 10 pounds for each year I've been alive.
50 pounds to shed on this soon-to-be 50 year old single parent.
So maybe the sags might be more saggy but the rolls will remain on the bread shelves at the supermarket and not on me anymore. My legs are actually nice and my tattooed butt isn't too bad.
Duct tape (ohhh they have colored duct tape now) will most definitely help. But damn, I bet it will hurt peeling it off. Instead breast lift ha ha ha ha ha. OUCH.
Seriously: Humor and laughter have gotten me through the worst of times. So I LAUGH in the face of of the enormous task ahead of me (removing five albatrosses hanging around my neck) and regaining my self-esteem and self-esteem so that the next 50 years will be productive, healthy happy ones for me and for my son because really when push comes to shove - nothing else matters to me as a mom.
Movin' forward ......
It's looming like the mothership hovering over Devil's Tower in Close Encounters of The Third Kind.
LOOMING.
And it' "ear-roding EAR-roding" my sense of self-esteem, self-confidence and self-preservation.
Why? Because I am overweight and I have a son who needs me to be healthy because I'm all he has. And about 40 billion other reasons that will bore people to death because everyone will say "yup, been there, done that. Movin' forward."
But let me tell you about being overweight (althought I am sure bazillions of women will read this and go, yup, check, have that, see that, ewww that).
I am 5-7. I weigh 191 pounds. There, I said it. And I don't give a shit anymore who reads that and says OMG PAULA IS A FREAKING MOOSE!
Bite me.
The Spanx hide the weight really well. And given that I have this amazing center of gravity below my 40Cs and above my thighs, that is the center of all the weight. That's the only reason I remain upright.
I can, however, still see my feet. I've never not been able to. I suppose that counts for something.
But after a three-month 60 pound weight loss during the summer of 2010 which left me even more sagging that I had been prior, I put 30 pounds of it back on in one year. Whether it was my age kicking in, my hormones being totally fucked up or that I moved into a new home and got comfortable because my son and I were safe from the monsters who nearly killed us in 2010, I don't know.
But last night was a wake up call. Something happened - well, Facebook revealed one its secrets in such a completely random coincidential manner - and this "secret" threw me for a loop. Jesus, it's one thing with the ring. It's another thing about the white pants.
And I spent the night assessing and re-assessing years gone by, the last six in particular that I've been the ultimate "giver" and finally decided that the next 50 years belong to me and I am going to become a taker.
But in a good way. I'm taking my dignity (what's left of it) and going to attempt to channel it upwards into what I hope to be a future of good health, sound mind (well, maybe because people already tell me I am certifiably off my rocker and I LAUGH because it's a compliment to me) and a body that when I look at it in the future, I would go "ewww, I'm gross" or have to stretch out my arms in front of me so that the tractor tires on my back will even out when I am bent over and getting screwed from behind, and I won't have to put a pillow under me when I am in same position because the rolls on my back are being evened out from my arms being stretched out in front of me but leaving my hanging sagging belly fat to dance to its own tune.
You get the ewwww picture. But really? Overweight women are truly creative when it comes to manuevering to a position to cause less jiggle, less tire action, etc. I'm tired of doing that. I want to focus solely on my self and not be bombarded with negative thoughts about how I look from behind, or the front, or sideways or from a distance.
And this is just about being naked. Wait till I write about me and clothes. The above-mentioned brings out the eww factor in me. I hate being naked. I hate taking a bath, I hate taking a shower. It has nothing to do with being clean because I'm a freak when it comes to that.
I just hate the way my body looks, what it has become and the fact I have to "hide" it from the world because it's the bane of my existence, the harpoon in my side 24/7/365.
I can blame it a bit on pregnancy from 12 years ago because I was horrified beyond all comprehension when I stepped back and looked at myself after I had my son. I could not believe what happened to my body. And it's been downhill ever since.
I hit rock bottom last night. That "secret" on Facebook just made me shake my head and go, that's it. I'm done. Time to get off my ass.
I'm not going to "diet" but I am going to change the way I eat. I am a stress smoker but I stopped that about 10 days ish ago. Cold turkey. Done it before a million times. But each time I look at my son, I have to convince myself that I can't smoke - at all.
And no smoking means more hunger and more hunger means emotional eating. Been there done that, too.
That's gotta stop.
Writing keeps my hands busy. It passes time that I otherwise would be foraging for food in my kitchen and eating for no apparent reason at all.
It doesn't change overnight. It's a mindset first. I have to want to change. I can't float along like a bottle on the ocean with a note it that says "rescue me" and hope someone finds it and does same.
That's for fairy tale fanatics.
This is real life, real time, right now.
50 is NOT an even number unless you divde it by 5 and get 10 and that's an even number.
10 pounds at a time. 10 pounds for each year I've been alive.
50 pounds to shed on this soon-to-be 50 year old single parent.
So maybe the sags might be more saggy but the rolls will remain on the bread shelves at the supermarket and not on me anymore. My legs are actually nice and my tattooed butt isn't too bad.
Duct tape (ohhh they have colored duct tape now) will most definitely help. But damn, I bet it will hurt peeling it off. Instead breast lift ha ha ha ha ha. OUCH.
Seriously: Humor and laughter have gotten me through the worst of times. So I LAUGH in the face of of the enormous task ahead of me (removing five albatrosses hanging around my neck) and regaining my self-esteem and self-esteem so that the next 50 years will be productive, healthy happy ones for me and for my son because really when push comes to shove - nothing else matters to me as a mom.
Movin' forward ......
Friday, December 2, 2011
Color Me Bad: Teacher uses Sharpie Marker to fill in a part line on student's hair
I don't know how I missed this story but ran across it tonight and was in a jaw-dropped state for several moments.
In October, at Marshall Junior High School in Marshall, Texas, a student showed up at school one day with "hair designs" shaved into his head which apparently violated the school's dress code.
His "designs" were two extra "part" lines on either side of his head near his temples (probably no more than one inch long if that) and according to the school's dress code, students are only allowed ONE part line.
Just one. Not one and a half.
One part line.
Okay, SERIOUSLY?? Who dreams this shit up?
Did a half a dozen educators just wake up one day and hold an emergency meeting to decide that students are only allowed ONE part line on their heads? Who is writing these ridiculous policies? Wow. Talk about focusing on the really important issues at hand -- part lines vs. being able to multiply three and four number equations or naming all the capitals of the 50 states in this country.
SERIOUSLY??????????
The story gets better. The student's teacher decided to take matters into her hands - literally - and called the student out into the hall, and FILLED IN THE EXTRA PART LINES WITH A BLACK SHARPIE MARKER.
Um, yah, If a teacher EVER tried to draw on my kid's hair with a Sharpie because God forbid his hair "whorl" which is pronounced in appearance on his forehead was "whorling" the wrong way according to school policy for "whorling" hair, I'd sue that teacher, the school and the school district for a billion dollars.
The school principal admitted that teachers have handled this same situation in the past in the very same manner but told the media outlets it would never happen again - with Sharpies, of course.
What's next? Acrylic paints? Watercolors? Charcoal?
I think that Marshall Junior High School needs to take a closer look at its dark ages dress code and perhaps focus more on ensuring its students are being schooled in reading, writing and arithmetic and leave the Sharpies in the art classes for teachers to use in a more creative manner than filling in part lines on students' hair.
In October, at Marshall Junior High School in Marshall, Texas, a student showed up at school one day with "hair designs" shaved into his head which apparently violated the school's dress code.
His "designs" were two extra "part" lines on either side of his head near his temples (probably no more than one inch long if that) and according to the school's dress code, students are only allowed ONE part line.
Just one. Not one and a half.
One part line.
Okay, SERIOUSLY?? Who dreams this shit up?
Did a half a dozen educators just wake up one day and hold an emergency meeting to decide that students are only allowed ONE part line on their heads? Who is writing these ridiculous policies? Wow. Talk about focusing on the really important issues at hand -- part lines vs. being able to multiply three and four number equations or naming all the capitals of the 50 states in this country.
SERIOUSLY??????????
The story gets better. The student's teacher decided to take matters into her hands - literally - and called the student out into the hall, and FILLED IN THE EXTRA PART LINES WITH A BLACK SHARPIE MARKER.
Um, yah, If a teacher EVER tried to draw on my kid's hair with a Sharpie because God forbid his hair "whorl" which is pronounced in appearance on his forehead was "whorling" the wrong way according to school policy for "whorling" hair, I'd sue that teacher, the school and the school district for a billion dollars.
The school principal admitted that teachers have handled this same situation in the past in the very same manner but told the media outlets it would never happen again - with Sharpies, of course.
What's next? Acrylic paints? Watercolors? Charcoal?
I think that Marshall Junior High School needs to take a closer look at its dark ages dress code and perhaps focus more on ensuring its students are being schooled in reading, writing and arithmetic and leave the Sharpies in the art classes for teachers to use in a more creative manner than filling in part lines on students' hair.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Kevin Hogan v. FOX News - Invasion of Privacy at its Absolute Worst!
I am ashamed to be a reporter right at this moment because it groups me into the circle of journalists in which seasoned journalist Mike Beaudet is a part and I want to step outside of this group to disassociate myself because Mr. Beaudet may have just ruined an extraordinary teacher's life.
Recently, Beaudet, an undercover reporter for Fox News, received a tip that a very well liked, very well respected teacher at the Mystic Valley Regional Charter School in Malden, Massachusets, starred in XXX gay porn movies prior to becoming a teacher.
Kevin Hogan, an English teacher at Mystic Valley, was "exposed" by Beaudet when the viewer tipped off Fox that Hogan's former employment could be seen online.
OMG. Seriously? This is NEWS?
Heavens to Mergatroit. Kevin Hogan had a prior job? Wow. Stop the presses!!!!
WHOTF cares? Porn is a billion dollar business, it's perfectly legal and Hogan probably made some decent money as he appears to be a pretty good looking guy! So what?
All the high falutin' bible thumping morals and values RACISTS FREAKS and anti-gay crazies are getting their collective panties in a bunch (with their collective heads STILL stuck in the sand) and airing their collective opinions about how Hogan should be fired, OMG he was teaching KIDS and all that blah blah blah from people who are absolutely choking on all that sand they've inhaled since this "story" broke.
Let's look at the big picture here: The naysayers think Hogan will "influence" their kids and probably try to recruit them into porn or heaven forbid try to 'turn them gay.' Oh really? Then how come PRIOR to this story their wasn't one iota of a complaint against Hogan?
Everyone wants to jump on the slam Hogan bandwagon because he had a prior job that involved - ahem, nudity, sex and filming of same. Oh wait, allegedly the filming involved Hogan starring with same sex actors.
Gee, I get Netflix movies that have those same contents. And correct me if I am wrong but there are plenty of movies available on Netflix that have gay actors or gay themes or nudity and sex. No one seems to be in an uproar about that!
And just because Hogan starred in XXX gay porn doesn't make him an alien from outer space! And it certainly doesn't make him any less of a teacher! The support Hogan is receiving from his students and parents and the general community is overwhelmingly positive.
If my son had Kevin Hogan for a teacher and was bringing home straight As and all I heard from my son is how much he LOVED Mr. Hogan's English class and how much he LOVED how Mr. Hogan made English interesting, and then I found out Mr. Hogan starred in XXX gay porn movies? I'd be like yah, whatevah. I'm more concerned about my kid continuing to bring home straight A's.
Racists freaks and anti-gay crazies and religious zealots and bible thumpers and all you people who live with your ostrich heads in the sand: Kevin Hogan did NOTHING wrong. He did NOT commit a crime, he is NOT a pedophile, a rapist, nor is he a bank robber, a serial killer or an animal abuser.
He is a man who's life Mike Beaudet has probably ruined all because Fox decided that exposing a teacher's past employment was newsworthy.
In my famous words that are well known by many: Fox News and Mike Beaudet: YOU SUCK!
Recently, Beaudet, an undercover reporter for Fox News, received a tip that a very well liked, very well respected teacher at the Mystic Valley Regional Charter School in Malden, Massachusets, starred in XXX gay porn movies prior to becoming a teacher.
Kevin Hogan, an English teacher at Mystic Valley, was "exposed" by Beaudet when the viewer tipped off Fox that Hogan's former employment could be seen online.
OMG. Seriously? This is NEWS?
Heavens to Mergatroit. Kevin Hogan had a prior job? Wow. Stop the presses!!!!
WHOTF cares? Porn is a billion dollar business, it's perfectly legal and Hogan probably made some decent money as he appears to be a pretty good looking guy! So what?
All the high falutin' bible thumping morals and values RACISTS FREAKS and anti-gay crazies are getting their collective panties in a bunch (with their collective heads STILL stuck in the sand) and airing their collective opinions about how Hogan should be fired, OMG he was teaching KIDS and all that blah blah blah from people who are absolutely choking on all that sand they've inhaled since this "story" broke.
Let's look at the big picture here: The naysayers think Hogan will "influence" their kids and probably try to recruit them into porn or heaven forbid try to 'turn them gay.' Oh really? Then how come PRIOR to this story their wasn't one iota of a complaint against Hogan?
Everyone wants to jump on the slam Hogan bandwagon because he had a prior job that involved - ahem, nudity, sex and filming of same. Oh wait, allegedly the filming involved Hogan starring with same sex actors.
Gee, I get Netflix movies that have those same contents. And correct me if I am wrong but there are plenty of movies available on Netflix that have gay actors or gay themes or nudity and sex. No one seems to be in an uproar about that!
And just because Hogan starred in XXX gay porn doesn't make him an alien from outer space! And it certainly doesn't make him any less of a teacher! The support Hogan is receiving from his students and parents and the general community is overwhelmingly positive.
If my son had Kevin Hogan for a teacher and was bringing home straight As and all I heard from my son is how much he LOVED Mr. Hogan's English class and how much he LOVED how Mr. Hogan made English interesting, and then I found out Mr. Hogan starred in XXX gay porn movies? I'd be like yah, whatevah. I'm more concerned about my kid continuing to bring home straight A's.
Racists freaks and anti-gay crazies and religious zealots and bible thumpers and all you people who live with your ostrich heads in the sand: Kevin Hogan did NOTHING wrong. He did NOT commit a crime, he is NOT a pedophile, a rapist, nor is he a bank robber, a serial killer or an animal abuser.
He is a man who's life Mike Beaudet has probably ruined all because Fox decided that exposing a teacher's past employment was newsworthy.
In my famous words that are well known by many: Fox News and Mike Beaudet: YOU SUCK!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Michelle Duggar - seriously stupid or seriously addicted CLOSE YOUR LEGS
Seriously? Michelle Duggar is pregnant AGAIN????
This will be her 20th kid.
I am not religious but someone mentioned in the bible there is an excerpt that says "be fruitful and multiply."
I think that was for those flying gnat things that mysteriously appear on bananas after a few days and procreate into the hundreds within hours.
Gross.
Clearly the Duggars DO believe everything they read.
Michelle Duggar is 45 years old, only five years younger than me. I was 38 when I had my ONLY child and that pregnancy was a nightmare come true. I was not built to be pregnant and I was actually thankful 27 different ways to Texas for the emergency c-section because the thought of pushing something the size of a watermelon through something the size of a keyhole was just incomprehensible to me. Stretches out my ass.
I read a comment by someone who said Michelle Duggar's uterus is just going to drop out of her in the grocery line one of these days.
I'm going to have nightmares now.
Let's be serious: She is 45 years old. Medically and statistically speaking, she has put herself (again) in a high risk situation -- both for herself and for her unborn child. And I think the latter is just over the top selfish and completely reckless disregard for human life. And she and her husband are supposed to be "religious?"
And correct me if I am wrong but one of her kids already has kids of his/her own? And how many are they going to have? Is this one of those "and she had a baby, and that baby grew up and had a baby, and THAT baby had a baby, and then they ALL had babies, and THOSE babies grew up and had babies?"
Yuck. I'm dizzy just reading what I wrote!
Michelle, the world is overpopulated as it is and you just keep running up the numbers because clearly you don't know what "just say no" means and and it's against your religious beliefs that (gack) your husband wear an umbrella to, um "reign in the white rain."
Gack. I think I just threw up in my mouth.
It's hard enough for me being a single parent and raising one child. Lucky you Michelle that because of your obsessive compulsive disorder called IBPFMOML (I've Been Pregnant For Most Of My Life) (and that's just wrong on every level of human existence) and because you have populated the world with even more children, TLC pays you and your husband ridiculous sums of money to follow you around to see how you raise 19 kids (and people actually watch this).
Me and Michelle Duggar share a common bond: We are both moms. But that's where the similarities end.
And I am absolutely undeniably confident that my uterus will NEVER fall out of me while I am standing in the grocery line.
This will be her 20th kid.
I am not religious but someone mentioned in the bible there is an excerpt that says "be fruitful and multiply."
I think that was for those flying gnat things that mysteriously appear on bananas after a few days and procreate into the hundreds within hours.
Gross.
Clearly the Duggars DO believe everything they read.
Michelle Duggar is 45 years old, only five years younger than me. I was 38 when I had my ONLY child and that pregnancy was a nightmare come true. I was not built to be pregnant and I was actually thankful 27 different ways to Texas for the emergency c-section because the thought of pushing something the size of a watermelon through something the size of a keyhole was just incomprehensible to me. Stretches out my ass.
I read a comment by someone who said Michelle Duggar's uterus is just going to drop out of her in the grocery line one of these days.
I'm going to have nightmares now.
Let's be serious: She is 45 years old. Medically and statistically speaking, she has put herself (again) in a high risk situation -- both for herself and for her unborn child. And I think the latter is just over the top selfish and completely reckless disregard for human life. And she and her husband are supposed to be "religious?"
And correct me if I am wrong but one of her kids already has kids of his/her own? And how many are they going to have? Is this one of those "and she had a baby, and that baby grew up and had a baby, and THAT baby had a baby, and then they ALL had babies, and THOSE babies grew up and had babies?"
Yuck. I'm dizzy just reading what I wrote!
Michelle, the world is overpopulated as it is and you just keep running up the numbers because clearly you don't know what "just say no" means and and it's against your religious beliefs that (gack) your husband wear an umbrella to, um "reign in the white rain."
Gack. I think I just threw up in my mouth.
It's hard enough for me being a single parent and raising one child. Lucky you Michelle that because of your obsessive compulsive disorder called IBPFMOML (I've Been Pregnant For Most Of My Life) (and that's just wrong on every level of human existence) and because you have populated the world with even more children, TLC pays you and your husband ridiculous sums of money to follow you around to see how you raise 19 kids (and people actually watch this).
Me and Michelle Duggar share a common bond: We are both moms. But that's where the similarities end.
And I am absolutely undeniably confident that my uterus will NEVER fall out of me while I am standing in the grocery line.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
You are NOT the Great and Powerful Orr, er Oz
Seriously? Did Bobby Orr's daughter in law really tell the cop who arrested her for drunk driving that she is very powerful? SERIOUSLY??????
Hey Chelsea chickie baby - STFU. The only person who is powerful is the "great and powerful Oz." or did you miss that line in that classic movie because you were in a drunken foggy haze?
I am getting sick and tired of people who try to make the "I'm somebody" association. Chelsea here apparently threatened to have the cop who arrested her - gasp - FIRED -- and then proceeded to spew her powerful line blah blah blah blah blah.
Let's see who else got popped for DUI/OUI and tried the "I'm somebody" line.
Ron Bell - Gov. Deval Patrick's longtime aide. He tried the "I work for the governor does that help" line. talk about having no spine whatsoever. If that wasn't a cowtow to the cops line I don't know what was. Does that help? DOES THAT HELP? Oh sure, bye bye Bell. Be on your way. Don't kill anyone before you get home.
Loser.
And then of course there is Oingo Boingo - President Barack Obama's uncle. I can't remember his name. Oneynga Obama or something like that. Lives in Framingham. Illegally. Works at Conti Liquors last I heard. In Framingham. Popped by Framingham PD for OUI. Tells the cop "I need to call the White House" or something like that. Obama/White House. Didn't the cop make the connection?
Listen people - you are your celebrity relatives do not help. You are a drunk driver. You could have killed someone and/or yourself. Stop trying to escape your stupidness and recklessness and dumbass-ness by trying to get out of your drunk driving arrest with some lame "I'm somebody" to somebody reference.
Chelsea, if you were my somebody, and you tried that shit and it ended up all over the news I'd throw a bucket of water on you and hope you melted right into the floor like a certain character from The Wizard of Oz.
Then you would know who is REALLY 'great and powerful.'
Hey Chelsea chickie baby - STFU. The only person who is powerful is the "great and powerful Oz." or did you miss that line in that classic movie because you were in a drunken foggy haze?
I am getting sick and tired of people who try to make the "I'm somebody" association. Chelsea here apparently threatened to have the cop who arrested her - gasp - FIRED -- and then proceeded to spew her powerful line blah blah blah blah blah.
Let's see who else got popped for DUI/OUI and tried the "I'm somebody" line.
Ron Bell - Gov. Deval Patrick's longtime aide. He tried the "I work for the governor does that help" line. talk about having no spine whatsoever. If that wasn't a cowtow to the cops line I don't know what was. Does that help? DOES THAT HELP? Oh sure, bye bye Bell. Be on your way. Don't kill anyone before you get home.
Loser.
And then of course there is Oingo Boingo - President Barack Obama's uncle. I can't remember his name. Oneynga Obama or something like that. Lives in Framingham. Illegally. Works at Conti Liquors last I heard. In Framingham. Popped by Framingham PD for OUI. Tells the cop "I need to call the White House" or something like that. Obama/White House. Didn't the cop make the connection?
Listen people - you are your celebrity relatives do not help. You are a drunk driver. You could have killed someone and/or yourself. Stop trying to escape your stupidness and recklessness and dumbass-ness by trying to get out of your drunk driving arrest with some lame "I'm somebody" to somebody reference.
Chelsea, if you were my somebody, and you tried that shit and it ended up all over the news I'd throw a bucket of water on you and hope you melted right into the floor like a certain character from The Wizard of Oz.
Then you would know who is REALLY 'great and powerful.'
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Facebook: Attic Crawlspace for the Twisted and Perverse
Here we post again.
Another dumbass posting sexually explicit texts on his Facebook page. I hear the "yah so?" from many of the readers. Well, this time (no surprise?) it's a former principal of a Colorado school - 40-year-old Anthony Alvarez, who was arrested when his wife discovered HIS sexually explicit texts posted on his Facebook page but addressed to a 15-year old student.
Clearly, the word STUPID should be tattooed right on his perverted forehead.
Dumb is as dumb gets. He has a Facebook page, posts these pornographic xrated messages to this teenager and his wife discovers them. Clearly, he forgot his wife was his wife and not one of his "friends" on his page.
Duh.
People seem to forget that unless you use the privacy controls, the entire world can see your Facebook page. I guard my page with extreme jealously because I don't want creeps like Alvarez friend requesting me. I get friend requests from third-world country residents and losers who are just cruising Facebook looking for women who just recently fell off the turnip truck.
I am not a turnip truck victim.
So not only did Alvarez fall off the turnip truck, the truck backed up and ran him over a few times because his brain must have been complete mush when he was posting away his xrated comments to this teen on his Facebook page.
Don't you just want to walk up to these kinds of people and smack the stupid right out of them and ask them "what the eff are you thinking?"
So the story goes on and describes some of the rather sordid details of the alleged relationship between Stupido Alvarez and the teenager and even describes the acts she performed upon him.
Serriously? Yuck.
I had a crush on my English teacher in high school. He was single and handsome and smart. But the thought of doing ANYTHING other than gazing at him from afar (or inside the classroom) was just disgusting. I guess we are all wired differently. My English teacher did set off some fireworks somewhere in my innards, but I never acted upon my feelings (again, ewww) and certainly, while he was quite single, he was, in fact, my English teacher - and everyone else's and that was his most important job. Period. And there was no Facebook back then so any comments about him were reduced to giggles and sighs in the hallways amongst us fawning teenage girls.
Whoopdee freakn' doo.
But let me jump on the fence for some educational analysis about this Alvarez creep.
Forty year old men who sleaze around with 15 year old girls fall into several categories: Perverted, perverted and creepy or pre-midlife crisis manwhore pedophile. Actually, now that I look at this these categories contain all the same content :)
Why didn't he get a tattoo or his nipples pierced? What is it about turning 40 or 50 that makes men seek out young chickies? Do they think their dick is going to fall off anytime soon if they don't have sex with someone "young?" I know men cheat. Women cheat, too, for the same damned reasons. We all want to make sure we are still wanted and desired by either opposite or same sex, depending on who flips your boat.
I am 49. I date a guy who is a few years old than me. I've also dated a guy who is nearly 14 years older than me. When I was 12 and he was 26, BIG difference. But now 49 and 63 isn't that big of a deal.
40 year old former school principal and 15 year old student?
Way big of a deal.
So here is Alvarez carrying on like the creep that he is with a 15 year old student. He claims she came on to him. There may be some truth to that - I'm still sitting on the fence here give me a chance - because we do not know anything about the 15-year old girl's life. She may not have a father. She may have been seeking some sort of authority figure to guide her because she lacks that in her home. Maybe it was a combination of both. Maybe he suspended her or threatened to expel her or gave her too many detentions and she connived and contrived a way to seek vengence. Of COURSE everyone is going to believe her - Alvarez is the creepy sick f--k who made a poor helpless 15 year old girl do very bad things.
Maybe. Maybe not.
He's probably just another pedophile.
But to post sexually explicit comments on your Facebook page where your wife has access to your page and you are a 40 year old former high school principal and you're engaged in an illicit alleged affair with a 15 year old student - um, that's just really stupid.
Facebook has become that dark, dusty, smelly attic crawlspace for these types of creeps. They hide behind fake profiles and troll Facebook looking for those hapless misguided teens whose pages are public and whose posts lure the filthiest vile kind of creeps out of that crawlspace with statuses like "I hate my life, I hate my parents, I hate my father, I hate my teachers" and blah blah blah, Those posts are a MAGNET for creeps like Alvarez.
So what we don't know is if the 15 year old is an innocent as she says she is, or if there is more to this story than what we know up to now. I am not defending Alvarez - he should have gotten a tat or some piercings or hired a hooker. But no, he had to go down perv avenue and find himself a 15 year old.
Or did he?
Either way, he's done. I feel genuine sympathy for the wife. Actually, if I was the wife, I'd just cut off his johnson and put it in the garbage disposal and oops - flipped the on switch.
No more blow jobs. No more 15 year old girls.
Easy peasy.
I'd hate to be a teenager in this day and time. I'm careful what I say on Facebook. I don't name names outright about people I wish would get hit by a bus or eaten by a great white shark. And believe me, there are about a half dozen I COULD name right now. And even in my most recent blogs aptly named Liar Liar Pants On Fire, I DID name the person who did me wrong but it was justified.
But if you are a 40 year old guy slutting around with a 15 year old student, and you're posting crazy porno shit about your illicit affair with same, it's a foregone conclusion you're going to get caught and you're going to go to jail. And if you have a wife and she's on your Facebook page, well, then you deserve everything that's coming to you.
I think that wife should have turned on the garbage disposal when she had the chance.
Another dumbass posting sexually explicit texts on his Facebook page. I hear the "yah so?" from many of the readers. Well, this time (no surprise?) it's a former principal of a Colorado school - 40-year-old Anthony Alvarez, who was arrested when his wife discovered HIS sexually explicit texts posted on his Facebook page but addressed to a 15-year old student.
Clearly, the word STUPID should be tattooed right on his perverted forehead.
Dumb is as dumb gets. He has a Facebook page, posts these pornographic xrated messages to this teenager and his wife discovers them. Clearly, he forgot his wife was his wife and not one of his "friends" on his page.
Duh.
People seem to forget that unless you use the privacy controls, the entire world can see your Facebook page. I guard my page with extreme jealously because I don't want creeps like Alvarez friend requesting me. I get friend requests from third-world country residents and losers who are just cruising Facebook looking for women who just recently fell off the turnip truck.
I am not a turnip truck victim.
So not only did Alvarez fall off the turnip truck, the truck backed up and ran him over a few times because his brain must have been complete mush when he was posting away his xrated comments to this teen on his Facebook page.
Don't you just want to walk up to these kinds of people and smack the stupid right out of them and ask them "what the eff are you thinking?"
So the story goes on and describes some of the rather sordid details of the alleged relationship between Stupido Alvarez and the teenager and even describes the acts she performed upon him.
Serriously? Yuck.
I had a crush on my English teacher in high school. He was single and handsome and smart. But the thought of doing ANYTHING other than gazing at him from afar (or inside the classroom) was just disgusting. I guess we are all wired differently. My English teacher did set off some fireworks somewhere in my innards, but I never acted upon my feelings (again, ewww) and certainly, while he was quite single, he was, in fact, my English teacher - and everyone else's and that was his most important job. Period. And there was no Facebook back then so any comments about him were reduced to giggles and sighs in the hallways amongst us fawning teenage girls.
Whoopdee freakn' doo.
But let me jump on the fence for some educational analysis about this Alvarez creep.
Forty year old men who sleaze around with 15 year old girls fall into several categories: Perverted, perverted and creepy or pre-midlife crisis manwhore pedophile. Actually, now that I look at this these categories contain all the same content :)
Why didn't he get a tattoo or his nipples pierced? What is it about turning 40 or 50 that makes men seek out young chickies? Do they think their dick is going to fall off anytime soon if they don't have sex with someone "young?" I know men cheat. Women cheat, too, for the same damned reasons. We all want to make sure we are still wanted and desired by either opposite or same sex, depending on who flips your boat.
I am 49. I date a guy who is a few years old than me. I've also dated a guy who is nearly 14 years older than me. When I was 12 and he was 26, BIG difference. But now 49 and 63 isn't that big of a deal.
40 year old former school principal and 15 year old student?
Way big of a deal.
So here is Alvarez carrying on like the creep that he is with a 15 year old student. He claims she came on to him. There may be some truth to that - I'm still sitting on the fence here give me a chance - because we do not know anything about the 15-year old girl's life. She may not have a father. She may have been seeking some sort of authority figure to guide her because she lacks that in her home. Maybe it was a combination of both. Maybe he suspended her or threatened to expel her or gave her too many detentions and she connived and contrived a way to seek vengence. Of COURSE everyone is going to believe her - Alvarez is the creepy sick f--k who made a poor helpless 15 year old girl do very bad things.
Maybe. Maybe not.
He's probably just another pedophile.
But to post sexually explicit comments on your Facebook page where your wife has access to your page and you are a 40 year old former high school principal and you're engaged in an illicit alleged affair with a 15 year old student - um, that's just really stupid.
Facebook has become that dark, dusty, smelly attic crawlspace for these types of creeps. They hide behind fake profiles and troll Facebook looking for those hapless misguided teens whose pages are public and whose posts lure the filthiest vile kind of creeps out of that crawlspace with statuses like "I hate my life, I hate my parents, I hate my father, I hate my teachers" and blah blah blah, Those posts are a MAGNET for creeps like Alvarez.
So what we don't know is if the 15 year old is an innocent as she says she is, or if there is more to this story than what we know up to now. I am not defending Alvarez - he should have gotten a tat or some piercings or hired a hooker. But no, he had to go down perv avenue and find himself a 15 year old.
Or did he?
Either way, he's done. I feel genuine sympathy for the wife. Actually, if I was the wife, I'd just cut off his johnson and put it in the garbage disposal and oops - flipped the on switch.
No more blow jobs. No more 15 year old girls.
Easy peasy.
I'd hate to be a teenager in this day and time. I'm careful what I say on Facebook. I don't name names outright about people I wish would get hit by a bus or eaten by a great white shark. And believe me, there are about a half dozen I COULD name right now. And even in my most recent blogs aptly named Liar Liar Pants On Fire, I DID name the person who did me wrong but it was justified.
But if you are a 40 year old guy slutting around with a 15 year old student, and you're posting crazy porno shit about your illicit affair with same, it's a foregone conclusion you're going to get caught and you're going to go to jail. And if you have a wife and she's on your Facebook page, well, then you deserve everything that's coming to you.
I think that wife should have turned on the garbage disposal when she had the chance.
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