'Tis the Day

Samhain (October 31st -Nov 1st)
Also known as: Halloween, ShadowFest, Martinmas, Old Hallowmas

It's time for the Last Harvest. The Earth nods a sad farewell to the God and knows that He will once again be reborn of the Goddess and the cycle will continue. This is a time of reflection, a time to honor the Ancients who have gone on before us and the time of 'Seeing" (divination). As we contemplate the Wheel of the Year, we come to recognize our own part in the eternal cycle of Life.



Samhain Celebration
Tonight, millions worldwide will adorn a witch's hat, cape, and broom or some other outlandish garb, but how do real witches celebrate Halloween? ...and where did the holiday originate?

The basis of Halloween - or Samhain - goes back to the middle ages and before. The holiday is actually rooted in a harvest festival first celebrated in the fifth century B.C. by the Celts who lived in what are now Ireland, Britain, and northern France.

Samhain marks one of the two great doorways of the Celtic year, for the Celts divided the year into two seasons: the light and the dark, at Beltane on May 1st and Samhain on November 1st. Samhain was the more important festival, marking the beginning of a whole new cycle, just as the Celtic day began at night. For it was understood that in dark silence comes whisperings of new beginnings, the stirring of the seed below the ground. Whereas Beltane welcomes in the summer with joyous celebrations at dawn, the most magically potent time of this festival is November Eve, the night of October 31st, known today of course, as Halloween.

The Celtic summer officially ended on the last day of October and the New Year, called Samhain, began on the first of November. On the night between years, the Celts believed that on Oct. 31, Samhain eve, the veil between the living and the dead was lifted, and that spirits would search for living bodies to possess. To frighten the spirits away, villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes, making them frigid and unwelcoming, and dress up in ghoulish attire, noisily parading around town in an unruly and destructive manner.



Samhain literally means "summer's end." In Scotland and Ireland, Halloween is known as Oíche Shamhna, while in Wales it is Nos Calan Gaeaf, the eve of the winter's calend, or first. With the rise of Christianity, Samhain was changed to Hallowmas, or All Saints' Day, to commemorate the souls of the blessed dead who had been canonized that year, so the night before became popularly known as Halloween, All Hallows Eve, or Hollantide. November 2nd became All Souls Day, when prayers were to be offered to the souls of all who the departed and those who were waiting in Purgatory for entry into Heaven. Throughout the centuries, pagan and Christian beliefs intertwine in a gallimaufry of celebrations from Oct 31st through November 5th, all of which appear both to challenge the ascendancy of the dark and to revel in its mystery.

One very common misconception about Halloween (and witchcraft in general) is that it is satanic. This is not so. In fact, witches do not even believe in satan or the devil. Witches are generally peace-loving, caring people who respect the earth and the people they share it with.

While doing a little searching around when writing this, I came across this story. It is about a Baptist minister who befriended a witch and attended a Samhain ritual. If only there were more ministers (or people of all religions, for that matter) like this - it would be a much more peaceful world.

Americanization of Halloween
Although Halloween has its origins in Celtic Britain, until recently the holiday was largely celebrated here in unison with Guy Fawkes Day - the Nov. 5 anniversary of a conspiracy to blow up the English Parliament and King James in 1605.

But, fireworks and burning effigies of Guy Fawkes have been overshadowed by the American tradition of dressing children up on Oct. 31 and sending them out to knock on doors for candy.

Communing with the Dead
While the modern American version of Halloween - which has recently been exported back to Britain - is a potluck of Celtic, Roman, and Christian tradition, heavily infused with its own commercial traits, practitioners of witchcraft relate more closely to the original celebration of Samhain.

It's a time to honor the changing season, the dead, those who've passed who had a big impact on our lives.

So, dress up, have fun, but remember to take a few moments to reflect upon those who have passed on and what they have meant to us as well as the year that has passed and your goals for the coming year.

I, personally, will be lighting a candle in my favorite wooded spot, and honoring those who have passed on before me, and I will welcome the new year that is before us. It's been a very rough year, and I will focus as much as I can on a positive start to the new year in hopes that it will be much better.

Happy Halloween!

SASF v.10.28

Well now, I've found several fun little tidbits for today. ...a little Halloween fun, a little goofiness, a bit of twisted humor - it's in
there.

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Happy Flower Rainbow Bunny Nice & Cheerful Sunshine Muffin Panda Turn to the Dark Side
This little story made me giggle entirely too much. I worry myself some times.

It's gets worse...much worse. *snicker*

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Tattoo of the Week
Since I've pretty much abandoned the tattoo of the day feature,
I've decided to try to include a cool tattoo in my Friday post
each week. Today's selection:

Click click BOOM! He's packin'! ha ha ha ha

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That's Where He's Been!

I finally figured out what the Dastard has been up to since he
ditched us quit blogging.

He's following his dream.
Who knew he could dance?
(J, take this in good fun as it's meant, hunny. I miss you.)

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How Does She DEAL?


Michelle Thompson has a health problem. So, then, why does
she always look so happy? Perhaps it's because she has PSAS...

Dang, I can certainly think of much worse things to be
stricken with.

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Kowabunga, Dude!

This, I must say, is one of the biggest damned waves I've seen.
...and this guy takes it on. Wow. I sure would like to know if he
came out unscathed.

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Gumballs, Anyone?


aaaaaiiiiiiiieeeee!

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I....Uh....Ew

I can't explain this one. You have to just go there. Then,
come back and tell me WHY?!

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Love Story

I will seek and find you...
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.
And, when I am finished, you will feel weak for days.

All my love,
Influenza

Now...go get a flu shot!

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Chalk on the Walk

A while back, I posted some amazing pictures of chalk drawings
that appeared to be in 3D. Well, I've discovered who the artist
is and have some more images for you!

Julian Beever is an English artist who's famous for his art on the
pavement of England, France, Germany, Australia and Belgium.
Beever’s works are drawn so that they appear to be a 3D image when
viewed at the right angle.









It's all about perspective:




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Hanging Mistaken for Halloween Decoration

FREDERICA, DE - The apparent suicide of a woman found
hanging from a tree went unreported for hours because passers-by
thought the body was a Halloween decoration, authorities said.

The 42-year-old woman used rope to hang herself across the street
from some homes on a moderately busy road late Tuesday or early
Wednesday, state police said.

The body, suspended about 15 feet above the ground, could be easily
seen from passing vehicles.

State police spokesman Cpl. Jeff Oldham and neighbors said people
noticed the body at breakfast time Wednesday but dismissed it as a
holiday prank. Authorities were called to the scene more than three
hours later.

"They thought it was a Halloween decoration," Fay Glanden, wife of
Mayor William Glanden, told The (Wilmington) News Journal.

"It looked like something somebody would have rigged up,"
she said.

MAN! How bad would that suck. I can hear her now, her soul hanging
around to see reactions..."They're ignoring me! I pull something like
this and they are STILL ignoring me!?!" Bad timing, I guess.

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Crappy Halloween

Here's a little Halloween fun. Ya know...POOP is always fun,
right? Poop? Aw, never mind. lol

We'll be celebrating my baby's 5th birthday this weekend.
Good times.

I can't believe my baby is going to be 5.

Have a fun and safe weekend, peeps!

Picture Pages

This sounded like kind of a cool experiment.
Here's what you gotta do: Go to google.com. Click on images & enter the following subjects in the search bar. Post the first pic(or your favorite) that comes up for each.

1. Where you grew up.


2. Where you live now.


3. Your name.

oooh, there's a lake in Canada named after me.

4. Your grandmothers name.


5. Your fav. food.

Oooh ooh! Guess the food I searched for!

6. Your fav. drink.

Oooh ooh! Guess that drink!

7. Your fav. song.


8. Your fav. smell.


9. Your fav. sound.

Didn't have to search for for this one. (That's my little man) :)

Silly Dog

We've had Lexi now for 3 months and she has really settled in. She's such a funny dog - a big doofus in a lot of ways. I said that she reminds me of Scooby Doo - not real smart, kind of a "fraidy" and always looking for a snack.



She loves nothing more than to just be close to us. She loves to sit on or lay on your feet, weave between your legs and headbutt you. She's a one dog wrecking crew when she's wound up after coming inside - like a bull in a china shop.

Lexi loves feet. Yes, my dog has a foot fetish - go figure. She will lick your feet clean for you no matter how nasty they may be. It's pretty gross. I can't let her lick mine more than a few swipes because it tickles too derned much, but Chris gets a Lexi-pedi almost every night. Ew.

She absolutley ADORES the D-man. They are about the same size, and they do this thing I call "wrasslin' match" where she basically pushes him gently to the floor and sits on him. D giggles and squeals and she sits on anything she can including his head. It's hilarious. She loves to "herd" him and will put her mouth on him to grab him but never leaves a scratch.



Lexi's other best buddy is our neighbor's dog, Mika. They are about the same size and their tie-ups in the back yards allow them to get to each other. They wrestle and play the whole time they're out. In fact, if one of them is out, you can hear the other one barking, wanting to go out and join the other.

She's a nut for toys, and has done well at learning which ones are hers and which are D's. She LOVES stuffed animals, and will rip them apart and pull out their stuffing within hours. She loves it when I stick a bacon treat in her kong - that'll keep her busy for a long time. lol

She's a sweet lover of a dog. I'm so glad we found her.

The Ties That Bind

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands amongst the rest
Neglected and alone
The names and dates are chiselled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care.
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I'd exist
You died before I was born
Yet each of us are pieces of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse.
Entirely not our own.

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you.


This is a scan of a postcard my grandmother gave me. The shorter man with the tie and white apron is my uncle Olin. I had the priveledge of knowing him when I was a young girl. He passed away when I was about 18. He was such a sweet man - always so happy to see us when we visited and he always had a joke to tell. He was about 20 years old here, working in the Lancaster city meat market. This is the only picture I've seen of Olin when he was so young. You can't really tell with the picture this small, but he was a handsome young man. When I picture his elderly face in my mind, I can see that handsome young man smiling at me.


This is my great great grandma and grandpa Black. They owned a small store in Downing, MO in the late 1800s and this is their store. Grandpa Black's father came here from Germany and changed his name to Black when he arrived. Unfortunately, I have yet to find record of where in Germany he came from or what his birth name was. I never met Grandma & Grandpa Black as they both passed long before I was born.


The man on the left is the famous Scottish poet Robert Burns, known to this day as the national Bard. He is from Ayrshire - the native land of my family. Although I have yet to find the exact link to him, many times I have heard that he is one of our ancestors. The man on the right is my great Grandfather Roy Burns. You can easily see the similarities - the same chin, mouth and brow. It even looks like Robert may have had the "Burns ears" though they are cleverly disguised by his hair (my genetic luck allowed me to escape that fate, but not my sister. HA!).

I knew Grandpa Burns when I was young - he passed away at the age of 95 when I was 16. He was a wonderful man who loved to tell stories. One example would be when he was dating Grandma (the dauther of Grandma and Grandpa Black, mentioned above). One time, while on a date, they "parked" their horse and carriage off the path for a little romance. While they were snogging, the horse decided it was a perfect time to take a dump. Talk about spoiling the mood! lol

More Lines to Scotland

I had a breakthrough this weekend. I was poking around on-line and found a website that featured geneaological information about my mother's family. I was thrilled to find the lineage of my maternal grandmother's mother all the way back to Scotland - FIVE generations back! My great(x6) grandfather John Waddell was born in 1724 in Glascow and emmigrated to Virginia as a young man.

Not only did this discovery provide me with the information on another ancestor who came here from Scotland, it also gave me the link to three other surnames of origin: Green, White and Cannon. I'll add them to my list and now, with my enthusiasm renewed, continue to dig for the roots of my family and their history.

There are SO many fascinating stories - the great grandfather who drove like a maniac, the funny names (such as Comfort Killgore, Tingle, Parthenia, Delphia, Green Berry...) the one who had to sleep in the barn because he wet the bed, the scandals such as the corset story & the great uncle who was framed by the sherrif, the children who died falling out wagons or from being kicked by a horse, the stories brought back from the Civil War and those who didn't return... They are endless and priceless.

Some Surnames in my family tree:
Burns, Bennett, Bivens, Sommers, Neil, O'Neil, Black, Lambert, Tingle, Waddell, Speer, Killgore, Slightom, Cook, Hope, Rollins, Cheatham, Reynolds, West

Maybe someone reading this post is actually a cousin. Who knows?

Side note: You can comment here today because I DON'T HAVE GOAT-SUCKING HALOSCAN! YAY!

SASF v.10.21 - Just Plain Nutty

There are certainly some nutty people out there. Some of them are a very good nutty and some are just....wacked. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. They make life so interesting!

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Stuck on Prom

I had heard about people making tuxedos and prom dresses out of duct tape, but I didn't realize it was such a big thing! There are TONS of pictures on here of their creations. Some of them, I must say, are awesome! For example:

All with duct tape. Amazing! I would imagine it wouldn't be too comfortable, though...(and what about body hair! eek!)

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Parents' Group Warns against 4 Fox Shows

"Four Fox network programs, led by the comedies "The War at Home,""Family Guy" and "American Dad," topped a parents group's annual listing of the worst prime-time shows for family viewing.

"The top three worst shows all contain crude and raunchy dialogue with sex-themed jokes and foul language. Even worse is the fact that Hollywood is peddling its filth to families with cartoons."
Woo hoo!



I am a huge fan of "Family Guy." I don't recall ever really hearing any lauguage that is that foul - they can't get away with much, and the sex-themed jokes are Awww, screw it. Not ALL cartoons are for kids! Pffft. There's a reason why it's on at 9pm - most little ones aren't up that late.

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BatGator!

na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, Bat Gator!

This just cracked me up. Up for auction recently on eBay is this fine specimen. "an Adorable Real Vintage Alligator dressed up in a Batman Outfit. He is in great condition for his age. He stands approximately 10"tall. He is real and adorable."

He sold for $36.99. What a bargain. I knew that taxidermists were a little on the strange side sometimes, but dang!

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Accident, My Ass

You know, they say there's a website out there for everything. I am starting to think it's true. Check this out:

"Welcome to By Accident, a new concept that gives you the chance to receive the attention you deserve. We deliver customized accidents such as rape, assault and past traumatic experiences. All personally tailored to suit your special needs."

Man, this is so sad. People actually hire them and pay them to make them "victims." I've had enough horrible shit REALLY happen to me - I don't need to pay someone to make more for me. Jeez! Are there really people out there who's lives are so boring and desperate?

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Honey Coated Beaver

Ever logged into IM, minding your own business and some dork pops in on you wanting to "cyber"? Yeah, me too. It happens too much, I think. This girl, Stardigan, who I read sometimes on Live Journal cracks me up.

A lesson in how to handle unwanted IM jerks:

babilove5: hi:D
stardigan5: hey, who's this?
babilove5: babi and you
stardigan5: i'm nikki. where did you find me?
babilove5: no i just search in yahoo prifils
babilove5:
stardigan5: well what made you im me?
babilove5: i want just to chat
babilove5: can i??
stardigan5: sure, what's up? tell me about you.
babilove5: i have a cam!
stardigan5: well send me a pic then
*** babilove5 is trying to send you "doucheur.bmp".
babilove5: so
babilove5: it's ok?
babilove5:
stardigan5: i haven't got it yet
babilove5: it's hera you can see it on this window just click on the head
babilove5: ok??
stardigan5: i couldn't receive it, chill out
stardigan5: here e-mail it to me
stardigan5: stardigan@xxx.us
babilove5: do you have an msn??
stardigan5: no, just e-mail it
babilove5: i can send my cam??
stardigan5: E-MAIL
babilove5: it will take a time
babilove5: webcam is better no??
stardigan5: it won't work for some reason
stardigan5: good lord calm down
babilove5: what you mean ??plz
stardigan5: only one "?" is required. if you do "???" like a crazy person it looks like you are upset, looney, or dumb.
babilove5: no i am not crazy
babilove5: i am cooooooool
stardigan5: if you are cooooooooool then e-mail me a picture
stardigan5: stardigan@xxx.us
babilove5: and i am not nude i am a gentelman i know how to talk to a lady
stardigan5: i don't care if you're nude, that's hot. you're a man? what?
babilove5: so i will send it
babilove5: wait 1 m
babilove5: ok i send it
stardigan5: ok lemme check
babilove5: ok
His pic:
NOTE from Celti - Isn't that Tucker Max???
stardigan5: your screen name sounds like you would be a girl
stardigan5: i like girls better
babilove5: you what??
stardigan5: i like girls more than guys
babilove5: why??
stardigan5: i like eating pussy
babilove5: you are a??
stardigan5: yes i am a "a"
stardigan5: i'm a girl who likes girls and guys
babilove5: man or girl
babilove5: ?
stardigan5: dick's nice too but i'm just not in the mood
stardigan5: you don't have lesbians where you live?
babilove5: okk let's make a deal ok?
stardigan5: what's that?
babilove5: show me your self
stardigan5: k hold on
babilove5: ok
babilove5: (:|
stardigan5: hold on geez
babilove5: :D
*** babilove5 has received C:\Documents and Settings\N V\Desktop\nikki.gif.
(i sent this pic of amy from the indigo girls):

babilove5: ohh i throu that you will send your cam
stardigan5: i don't have one
stardigan5: that's me onstage playing guitar
babilove5: realy??
stardigan5: yeah
babilove5: i don't belive it
stardigan5: well believe it, it was a local show
babilove5: mmmmm i an't
babilove5: can't
stardigan5: did you look at it?
stardigan5: well who do you think it is?
babilove5: i don't know but i am sure that ie another person
stardigan5: geez i'm not that hot
babilove5: you i want to see you
babilove5: not another one
stardigan5: shut up, if you don't believe me then you are a space fatty
babilove5: what??? don't tell me sht up again be polite please
stardigan5: why should i, if you are going to be an asshat?
babilove5: me?? ohhhhhhh no sorry laddy
stardigan5: don't you call me lady
stardigan5: there's a fat beaver in my yard and i'm going to cover it in honey
babilove5: so and what??
stardigan5: beaver. honey. yum.
babilove5: beaver=?
stardigan5: beaver=tasty treat
stardigan5: it will sit on your face if you'd like
babilove5: and what i have to do ?
stardigan5: just hold still while it vibrates
babilove5: can i see that?
stardigan5: yeah hold on
babilove5: ok
babilove5: so
*** babilove5 has received C:\Documents and Settings\N V\Desktop\jcsbeaver.jpg.
babilove5: so i still ait$
babilove5: wait
stardigan5: you received it
babilove5: no
babilove5: not want to download
*** babilove5 has received C:\Documents and Settings\N V\Desktop\jcsbeaver.jpg.

babilove5: hahahaha
babilove5: nice joke
stardigan5: no, that's my beaver. it likes weiners.
babilove5: ok stop playing please
stardigan5: play with my beaver, please
stardigan5: it doesn't bite
stardigan5: and it's all hot and wet and covered in beaver mustard and honeybabilove5: lol
babilove5: be serious ok
stardigan5: okay. ask me anything.
babilove5: how old are you
babilove5: ?
stardigan5: ok, honestly: 22.
stardigan5: but i do so many drugs i look about 52.
babilove5: and you are single or married
stardigan5: i have a girlfriend
stardigan5: and a tranny hooker i blow on weekends.
babilove5: so you are a man
stardigan5: no, i'm a woman.
stardigan5: i have a vagina and boobs.
babilove5: what you mean
stardigan5: i have a vertical bacon smile and small melons
stardigan5: i like to put clothespins on my boobies. you should help sometime.
babilove5: ok i go now
babilove5: see you
stardigan5: see you up my beaver, mrs. johnson! i know you love it!

Freakin' classic. bwaaaahahahah! Fight fire with fire!

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New Paris Hilton Video

She's at it again. Never fear - 'tis work safe. *snicker*

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The Last Photo I Ever Took

These are a hoot:


That's a whole lotta bull.


Was there no going back?


Perhaps he wishes to immitate a crepe.


"Look out for that..."*BLAM*


Pictoral definition of "Oh Shit"


That'll teach him to follow so close.

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Well, y'all have a splended weekend. ...and keep laughing!

- Celti

Thursday Fleshday

It's that time again, kids...


Today, I give you...

Celti's tootsies!

These are freshly pedicured tootsies, in fact. I loooove me a good pedi. I'm due for another one, in fact...hmmmm. Saturday, perhaps.

My dog loves to lick my toes. It's wierd - the stinkier the better. She's a freak - fits right in. lol! It tickles, though, so I can only let her do it for so long and then I can't take any more!

I love this polish shade, too...gotta get me some of that.

Our Responsibility

I often find my self pondering exactly what has gone wrong with our society - why are there so many lawsuits, injustices, people who seem to have just lost their freaking minds? I think I've found a piece, however small, of the puzzle:

By MICHAEL COREN for the Toronto Sun

"When British police arrested a highly dangerous terrorist suspect last month, they acted with professionalism and, considering the circumstances, extreme courtesy. "Mohammed," they shouted, "Take your clothes off! Come out with your hands on your head and you will be all right." He argued with them for some time, demanding to know why he should strip down to his underpants. When he was told the obvious -- that he was thought to be a potential suicide bomber -- he still argued and refused to move. Eventually the police had to bring the man out by force and he was taken away. But his first response to the police was so deliciously relevant. He shouted it from the balcony. "I have rights," he screamed. "I have rights."

There we have it. Rights. Even for a man who is suspected of trying to murder innocent people and create panic and terror.

The mass of our social difficulties, the majority of our seemingly insoluble problems, arise from the fact that in the Western world we have engineered a rights-based society rather than a responsibility-based one.

The social contract between the governed and the government, between authority and citizenry, has become degraded and unbalanced. Instead of asking what our duty or responsibility might be in any given situation, we demand to know what are our privileges and rights.

At its most obvious there is the usual list of standard demands: the right to marry whomever you want, the right to be ordained a priest when you don't qualify, the right to claim welfare even if it isn't deserved, the right to have sex with anyone and everyone, the right to die, the right to be wrong. The list goes on: The right to swear, the right to defy righteous authority, the right to be publicly uncouth, the right to insult a cop, the right to hide behind any excuse to escape punishment, the right to never fail, never lose, never have one's self-esteem challenged, the right to be wrong.

Recently our Supreme Court was called upon to judge a man who on the Internet had been selling instructional guides on how to make bombs, break into houses and commit credit card fraud. The judges decided that he had the "right" to do this because they did not assume he had the "responsibility" to read the contents of the material before he marketed it.

Nor is this fetish of rights-worship in any way consistent. A 14-year-old girl, for example, has the right to be given the contraceptive pill by her family doctor, but that same doctor has no right to inform the parents of the girl.

The concept of responsibility is entirely removed from the equation. Individual rights, even for a child, supercede the role of family and medical responsibility. The same applies to self-defense. We've all heard stories of people like the corner store owner who grew tired of repeated burglaries at his business, who fights back against the criminals with, say, a baseball bat.

In such cases, chances are it's the owners who will be charged. Too often, the rights of thieves outweigh the rights -- and responsibilities -- of citizens to protect their own property and livelihoods.

Canada's Charter of Rights and Freedoms was supposed to liberate the people of this great nation. What was not noticed was that Canadians were already free. Today, the Charter appears a mere symptom of a deeper dysfunction.

To paraphrase former U.S. president John F. Kennedy, ask not what are your rights in Canada but what are your responsibilities to Canada."

Indeed.

I was taught the value of responsibility as I grew up. I had to work for my money, and earn the things I got, and I was held responsible from my actions. Accountabililty was a prominent part of the equation and it made me a better person.

This is an issue that I intend to continue to explore and that I will keep in mind when raising my child. He, too, will learn the value of earning what you receive, accountability for his actions and the merits of responsiblity. This I have control over.

So much of it is in how we raise our children. The tough lessons are the ones that build character - you can't cushion them from these or they won't be prepared to live a responsible and realistic life in the real world...and a cruel world it is. They need to be given the tools to handle it. It won't be easy, but it has to happen.

What I don't know is how does society as a whole learn from what's gone wrong and change directions to make it right? How do we set the fire - the catalyst for change? Do we really have to do it one person at a time?

"My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you: Ask what you can do for your country." - John F. Kennedy

We didn't listen. We, as citizens of the United States and the World, need to "ask" now, before the cloud of "rights" chokes us into oblivion.

Bwaaaahahaha!

My Head Hurts

Bullshit
Bullshit
Bullshit

For those of you that read this morning's post - the pity party is over (although I do sincerely appreciate your kind words of advice and support). For those who missed it - never mind. It isn't worth spending the time wondering about.

You know what? It's becoming clearer all the time. I'd rather just skip the bullshit. The last thing any of us needs is any more of this fucking high-school drama and I don't care to tolerate any more of it. I can hear the e-mails and IM's a flyin'. Better watch who you send them to, someone might forward them to me - OOPS, maybe someone already has! You never know when a knife will lodge in your spine. But really, you have nothing better to talk about? Jeez, how sad. I'm glad I've provided such interesting fodder for you but it's time to grow up and move on.

The betrayal hurt, sure. I feel pretty foolish for not seeing things how they really are before. However, I refuse to empower anyone by letting them think that I continue to suffer because that's not the case. True colors are showing all over the place and they look like various shades of shit to me. It's refreshing to see things in a clearer light.

This blog is not a horrible car accident that you keep driving past to get another look at the carnage. Nothing to see here...move along, people. I am.

Onward

"No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

"We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal." - Tennessee Williams

"How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it." - Marcus Aurelius

"If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn." - Friedrich Nietzsche

"For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

SASF v.10.uhhh...What's the Date?

Gawd, I am discombobulated and half stupid today. I think my illness damaged my brain. Yesterday, all day, I thought it was freakin' Monday all day, now today I don't know the freakin' date and was burning Hepcat's butt about our plans for tomorrow (which would actually be NEXT Saturday. duh...) So...beings that I'm stuck on stupid, this should be fun.

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The Rest of the Story

Well, for those of you that would like to know what happened Tuesday morning, I wrote the story over on my Bitching & Moaning blog. I haven't posted there for a long time, but this just seemed like it should go there. I expect some sympathetic comments over there, too. ha ha. It's gross, people, I won't deny that. Let's just say that Jimi Hendrix and I have something in common now. lol

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Scent of the Beautiful People?

Reportedly, Marilyn Manson will be launching his own perfume next year. Oh, good gawd. The shock rocker singer will join a host of stars with their own fragrance including Britney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Beyonce Knowles, Hilary Duff and Ashanti. Ug...I can't believe he'd want to join that list.

He admits to taking some of the inspiration for his currently unnamed scent from the fashion-art collaborations of Salvador Dali and Elsa Schiaparelli. Manson says, "I'm in the final stages with one of the major companies."

I can only imagine what it's going to smell like.

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Speaking of Endorsements

Steven Seagal has come out with his own energy drink: Lightening Bolt

When I type "Lightening Bolt", I hear dramatic music in my mind. Corny dramatic music. ha! Give me a freaking break.

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Reinforcing my Inner Geek

Well, folks, it's official. My Blogger Codeis:

B6 d- t++ k+ s++ u- f i o+ x+ e+ l+ c+

Um...yeah. I have no idea what that means, but I have one. Now, someone please tell me what it means.

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May We Screw with Your Eyes?


Do you see a face in the beans?

Beans, beans, the magic fruit, the more you eat, the more you...oh Hi! Sorry, got distracted there...

Check these out. I'm still seeing spots and shit. lol

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The Scoop on Poop

This page offers pretty much anything and everything you might possible want to know about poop. What a valuable resource!

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Clean up Your ACT!

Have you noticed that your computer monitor, after a few years of use, is not as clear as it was when new? Well, that's because electrostatic charges cause micro-etching on the interior surface of the glass which can degrade the picture quality.

As a result you end up straining your vision and visual acuity can suffer. There's a solution!

HA HA HA HA! I love it!

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OK folks, it's been fun. This was late as hell and it was ALL Jamie's fault. It was. Ask him...he'll own up to it. Well, some of it is Derek's fault, too. heh