Occupy Wall-Street Protests

Here are a few things that the ‘Occupy Wall Street’ Protests are about…dumbed down cause that’s the only way I can understand it.

...Wall street runs our country.
...The Politicians are being supported by Wall Street.
...The gap between the richest 1% and the rest of us is getting bigger.
...Jobs are few and far between for some.

We are a Capitalist Society.
We are not Communist or even a Socialist one…
If however we are not careful we could become a Socialist Society.

Is it the job of our Government to parcel out even amounts of money to the masses?
Is it the Job of our Government to get you a job?
That’s a Communist Government, where everyone is SUPPOSED to make the same amount of money no matter what they do, Doctors or House Keepers alike. (This is the actually concept…dumbed down)
It doesn’t work though cause there will always be someone in charge that decides the rules don’t apply to them.

Our Government is a fucking mess, I agree.
Wall Street though and those that run it also should have a say in our Political say…they are people just like you and me.
Corporations also need to have a say…they are run by people just like you and me.

You do realize that the People running these Corporation’s and such did not inherit their positions or money right?
They worked for them.
You can argue that they are giving themselves huge bonuses…Hey, guess what?! I would love a huge bonus!…and I’m such a narcissist I would give myself one!

I’m not saying everything on Wall Street and in Corporations is on the Up and up…

…but…

All those people looking for jobs that are frustrated with Politicians and 'big money’ need to understand that there have to be incentives to create jobs or open a new plant or open a new division…

…and you are after the Politicians to create new jobs…

…this takes money...

Am I the only one that understands this?

They are calling themselves the 99%.
They are actually THE 1%…and are so clueless it bothers the shit out of me. (I’ll get to that at the end.)

The Have's and have Nots... The Not’s want what the Have’s have.

The Hoard…is what I call the 99%.
Hoards historically destroy civilizations. They see a town or a city that has everything they don’t and attack it thinking they can take what they want and have instead of have not. Then they realize after a time that those Peoples made their city or town by hard work…the Hoard was not willing to create only to destroy.

Moveon.org has posted a video that has me a little upset.

http://front.moveon.org/the-most-powerful-occupywallstreet-clip-you-will-see-this-month/#.TpemordgE70.facebook

The video is distorted. It flashes from protests in NY to protest in countries that you are NOT ALLOWED to protest. We do not have tanks barreling into crowds.
When protesters are arrested in these other countries, run by totalitarian regimes, and they go to jail…it’s a different jail than ours.
We have had several unrests at some of these protests but the news often shows just one side…the protesters getting either shot by rubber bullets or sprayed with pepper spray.
They are supposed to be peaceful protests but we do have laws. You are not allowed to assault Police Officers. I think many of these protesters in this Hoard are peaceful…there however are always Bad Apples who will do things to garner attention for their cause to destroy...
…and someone’s always gonna get caught in the middle and that is sad.

Now back to the Hoard that calls themselves the 99%.
NEWSFLASH!!!
They ARE amongst THE RICHEST 1% of the 7 Billion People on this Planet!
They need to get their facts straight.

Now all that being said I think there must be a huge change in the way our Government is run.
Corruption is bountiful everywhere we turn, from corporate greed to crooked politicians.
…but is destroying Capitalism going to get what you want…that which the other guy has?

A Pep Talk For Me, Myself And I

In this past year so much has changed in my life...

Thursday Kat was over…ok, She is over all the time…but on Thursday she reminded me of some of my accomplishments. I forget sometimes that I have done things that others would have shied away from or been to scared to do.

Note…Kat has been through more in her 29 years than most people go through in a lifetime.

That same Thursday night my Man ‘Friend’(?) came over. He asked me…
…”Do you REALLY think you are just like everyone else?"
Me…”Yes.”
…”I don’t know anyone else who wants to ‘Dominate The World.”
...”Yeah, you put your pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else but You, Kristin, are nothing like anyone else.”

Did you know even someone like me who has more self worth, bigger dreams…and more talents and skills than even the above average person (Yes, I’m totally full of myself, but I need to believe it's true.)…has to stand on my bathroom counter and give Me, Myself and I Pep talks.

I actually don’t stand on my bathroom counter…I would hit my head on my ceiling.

I have had to give myself many Pep talks lately.

I have more shit going on in my life than you could imagine.

I don’t share ALL my fashizzle on here…I couldn’t possibly! 

I would either get someone killed or get arrested;0. People would get hurt.

Can I really do this?

Can I make my dreams come true?

Can I help people with their out look on life?

Can I change the World in 'my special way'?

…Cause that’s what I’m going to do.

I can sing, dance, make something out of nothing…cook anything almost better than anyone else…I have more fashion/design sense than most people…

...with a few words I can change a Strangers life.

…I can also get de-friended better than most;)
(That’s just a few of things I can do.)

Did you know I hadn’t written a word before November 11th when I started this TrainWreck of a Blog with ADHD?
I didn’t even know I could write. Although this has been debated in private I’m sure, whether or not I can write.
…I don’t like naysayers…even when it’s Me…So I just ignore it/them.

………………….

My challenges are many, but now is when I must gather all my courage, confidence and know how as I continue on my journey to serve a greater good(?). I recognize things won’t always go as planned and I will be tested in my course. I appreciate every gift I have been given.
The smallest thing is worth the biggest effort.
A smile for a Stranger is a blessing.
Everyone has a destiny be it big or small.

Whether it be the Stars or the Sun…

When the Sun is so blinding in the heat of the day the Stars still shine above you…You just have to have faith they will greet you again.
When the night sky feels so empty because the Sun is not there to guide your way…You just have to have faith that it will greet you again.

My Right Wrist

It’s very hard to type these days. It shouldn’t be but it is and I find myself taking many breaks.

I had to go to my Doctor yesterday about my right hand which I had also hurt in my fall on my Birthday. I feel bad that I had to hide this from my friends...that my right hand was injured as well. I needed one semi decent working hand because so much damage had been done to my left arm.
I’m a single Mom…That’s all I should really have to say.
It was getting progressively worse and more painful though.
The X Rays showed that it looks like part of my scaphoid has broken off…it was hard to see though so I have to have an MRI. This is not bad news and we can most likely just leave it. It's rubbing against my tendon though…we think. My Doctor has a plan. Surgery being a last option I’m excited to share with you and I was excited to hear.
I have to wear a braces on both my wrists now…and they don’t match. Aggghhhhhh!

I’m still recovering from my surgery on my left arm.
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-broke-my-arm.html
…My Doc thinks I have tendentious in my left hand and I’m also having nerve ‘issues’ in my thumb. My recovery is going well as I work hard in between my visits to my Terrorist whom the other day brought tears to my eyes. I heat my wrist up and bend it back and forth. I turn my hand as far as I can to face it up with a hammer in my hand. It’s all quite fun(?).

When I wake up my arms/hands hurt the worst. It almost feels like they are burning. As I get up though and start my routine they inevitably calm down. There are a few tasks I find difficult, un-hooking my bra being comically one of the most painful…Opening things are also problematic...jars, doors (with my left hand)...what have you…I find myself very adaptable though and I hate bitching.

I have a lot of pride and ask for help only when I need it. Kat, one of my Besties, lives across the street. Having one of your best Friends living across the street is fabulous when I need a cocktail and can’t open the jar of blue cheese olives;)

F1 is upset at me because I hardly told anyone. Two of her Children had surgery themselves last week…the last thing I want to do is burden my Friends…when there really is nothing anyone can do to help. I am truly blessed to have Friends that get upset with me when I don’t share with them. 

I can cook. I can clean. I can drive. I can yell like a banshie at my Children when I need to.

If I really shared how frustrating this was I would go on forever…

...but I need a break now...

http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/10/scarssprains-and-broken-bones.html

Nerve Blocks

I’m writing this for the random Joe blow that googles nerve blocks and wants the low down on them.

I’ve had two now.
My right leg and my left arm…

I’m no expert and will not go into the finer nuances…
…I will tell you what to expect though…
When you get a nerve block you can’t feel ANYTHING for 7-24 hours after.
This is both good and disconcerting.

When I had knee surgery I opted for the nerve block…in my right leg.
After my surgery I had to get in and out of my MiniVan. I also had to get up the stairs…to the room I had designated as the most comfortable being that I had given mine to my parents in payment that they come visit help me out.
You have no control at all over your appendage…none.
To get up the stairs I sat on my ass, the half that I could feel and the other half I couldn’t but I presume was there…and used my arms to get up them, my leg just dragging. I did the same to get in the bed but had to use my hands to lift my leg up on the bed.
Later when I needed to pee I grabbed my crutches and as much as I tried that right foot dragged behind me…just a bit.
...as I was saying peeing…I ended up peeing on myself…I could only feel half of my private parts. I sat there laughing the half of my ass that I could feel off…Then cleaned myself up.

When I had my arm/wrist surgery…
I was alone this time, they told me I was supposed to have someone with me for 24 hours after my surgery...I didn’t have anyone though.

I figured I could handle things on my own.

What scared me the most was my fear that I would get my fingers caught on something, break one and not even know it…

I was thankful when later that evening they started to tingle, like when your foot falls asleep and is starting to wake up (and then you know it’s gonna keep ya up all night ‘cause it just had a nap, sorry that was stupid but I had to say it).

With a nerve block… you can feel nothing. Which is lovely when your body has been intruded by your Surgeon, or as in my case very adorable, very talented and insanely smart Surgeons that have added dead people parts (my leg) or bionics (my arm).

Good luck! It’s freaky but cool too.

Scars/Sprains and Broken Bones

No national secrets here…Just move along spy’s.

You may think that my ‘injuries’ of late are new to Me, Myself and I…
….sadly, they are not.

When I was a young Un-Holy being in training Child my nickname….one of many I have earned over the years…
…was…
ScarFace
Most of you that have scene seen me in person has noticed the medium sized scar on my right cheek.
I have a few on my chin, several on my forefivehead which as I have gotten older are less noticeable since the wrinkles have started to set in…if I ever Nicole Kidman my forefivehead (botox the shit out of myself) you would see them clearly.
I have one on my right eyebrow you can hardly see and one on my lip.

I have had so many stitches I can’t even count them!
I had over 30 INSIDE my mouth once.
I have 3 scars on my abdomen.
5 on my right leg. 4 from my last surgery and one from a pair of scissors that got stuck in my leg.
My shins are a disaster!

I have sprained ankles and wrists…
I’ve cracked 4 ribs…at different times.
I’ve had dead people parts put in my knee.
…I was in a body cast once and had to learn to walk for a second time.
The body cast joke is always funny…
…The doctors said I would never walk the same again, they meant I would have a limp, I don’t have a limp. What I do have is what people call ‘the sexy walk’…and that’s just me walkin’ regular.
A friend of mines husband was walking behind me and asked his wife…
…”Is that’s Kristin’s sexy walk?”
P…”No, you should see her sexy walk.”

Now I have yet one more scar on my left wrist.
…and now I have a titanium plate with 8 screws added to my skeleton.

I know I did not tell you how I got all these scars, broken and sprained bones…that’s for another day.

My 40th Birthday

My big 4.0.
All the F’s had big plans for F19, who was also celebrating this milestone, and I.
They were trying to surprise us…The secret got out but F19 and I did our best to pretend we didn’t know what was going on.
We were gonna head to the spa secret location and then go dancing down town…

But first…
Friday morning I was greeted with my monthly friend as expected(ish)…I was bloated and looked like I was about 4 months pregnant.

Note…I’m skiping some events to get to the bloody funny bits.

Later in the afternoon Kat is over as I’m trying to paint my toes and finger nails…
Kat…”I bought that new crackle stuff. Wanna try it?”
Me…”Sure!”
My toes were already painted pink and my fingernails a nice nude colour. I try the crackle, in purple, and it looks like shit! My toe nails looked like a three year old had painted them, although a three year old would have probably done a better job! So, with my right hand I remove it with polish remover…and in doing so remove the nude polish from my right hand. Mean while my left hand looks great and the rest of me well…
Then I get a call from my old singing partner and partner in crime…
…”Can you drop my phone off for me?”
He had forgotten his phone in my MiniVan the night before.
So I head to The Broadmoor where he was playing Golf…I got home maybe an hour later…no time left to fix my toes or nails…
…I decided I didn’t care if I only had one hand with painted nails…and that I would have to pick closed toe shoes or boots...

I now have to find something to wear…and this bloating is causing a serious issue...

Note…Yes, I’m skinny but when a skinny girl is having a fat day…it’s very noticeable!

I started trying almost everything in my closet on hoping to find something that would hide this small mound that is intruding on my hotness protruding from my normally tiny belly.

Then Kat comes over…again….

She is lounging on my bed as I dress and undress (I was wearing panties…my period panties. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable;). I was looking for something to camouflage my phat fat self…’cause I didn’t want to have to carry along a smoke machine and mirrors can be heavy!
Me…”If everyone could just look at me straight on it would be fine…”
Kat…”So, when are you due?”
Me…”Ha! Thank God for decent bone structure maybe that will beguile anyone from noticing I’m 4 months along.”
Finally I find a gem that makes things not so noticable…plus I thought…
…short shorts (my legs are lookin’ good), fishnets(ish) and 5inch patented leather knee high boots…all that would be distracting as well.

I pack my bag for our trip to the spa secret location with everything I can imagine I will need. F1 is picking us up at 5:25.

We get to the spa we all begin our relaxing evening with food, drink, pedicures, massages, facials, half nakedness and more!


Yada, yada, yada...


After our trip to the spa we head downtown to our Club, another night at the Roxberry...

I slip while dancing and fall…
…my left arm starts swelling in a preternatural way…

The F’s…”I think we need to go to the ER.”
Me…”I’m fine.”

Note…I never think something is wrong with me. I’m the opposite of a hypochondriac.

To the ER we go though…
F1, F2, F9, SF, Kat and F15…
I didn’t have to wait to long to be seen.
F1 came back with me and the others napped and talked smack about me I’m sure chatted.

When they took my blood pressure they couldn’t find a pulse. F1 found out I really was Un-Holy.
While F1 and I waited for a room to open up, my one handed self, in great pain, needed to change my tampon…
This is how you know you have good friends because I would bet $ that any of my other friends that were in the waiting area would have done the same…
The most fabulous Friend that is named F1 unbuttoned my shorts for me then un-wrapped my tampon and…
…handed it to me.
I told her I could do it;)
Then when I was done she helped me re-dress myself.

Meanwhile the other F’s were getting hungry and decided to go on a ‘road trip’ to find provisions…
SF had taken in many alcoholic beverages and was inebriated.
F15, doesn’t drink and was driving ‘us’.
They hop in the F1’s MiniVan, F15 behind the wheel…
SF…”I want something cheesy…”
Kat headed them in the direction of Taco City…
F1 and I get a text…
…”you guys want anything?”
We of course did.

Yada, yada, yada…

Me to the male nurse…
…”Is the Doctor single?”
N…”yes.”
Me…”Is he cute?”
N…”He wears a towel on his head.”

Note…I laughed, I couldn’t help it. In all honesty I could careless if someone wore a ‘towel’ on their head or not…not for dating purposes…for life purposes…I grew up with girls having nose piercings and men that wore ’towels’ on their heads. I actually, although I couldn’t help but laugh, felt it a bit disrespectful….I had not however lost my sense of humor.

Blah, blah, blah…

The Doctor comes in and gives me his diagnosis and tells me not only had I broken my arm at my wrist but that I would probably need surgery…

Around 4am we were released and I was taken home. F1 and F2 came in with me and helped me undress and get my pajamas on…I also seem to remember one of them feeling me up;)

It was a memorably 40th birthday I must say.

Member #2, The Hater Nation!

Perfect is boring.
I’m not boring.
I live my life in a way that seems to bother some people.
They actually find personal offense at the way I live and think I do things JUST to bother them.

I don’t.
They are not even on my radar.
Until they put themselves front and center…bad idea!

We ladies have Game night once a monthish. We have been known to not even play a game and have just sat around with our frosty beverages and chatted the evening away.

A while back, it was either the night of the Oscars or the Emmys (ironically), game night was scheduled.
It was at the Dwarfs one of the women that was never one of my F’s house’s.
The F’s and I had decided to have a pre-party at my place and watch the clothes walk down the Red Carpet and drink our beverages as we rated them, before game night started.

Note…The Dwarf This person that is not one of my F’s has actually said to all of us that she is so short she is technically a little person. I’m not making fun of her, I’m stating a fact(ish).
I’m gonna call her D for short…as I laugh…D…for short!!!!!

There we were at my house pre-gaming it…F69 had brought over the homemade vodka that tasted like Tang. We swore it was Tang.
We all get hammered and are our loud obnoxious selves…”cause that’s the way we roll."

F16 is particularly hammered and we love her for it…We are ALL loud though.

I have no idea when we got de-friended by D, well, F1, F2 and I did…I think F2 discovered it, I’m not sure. I never know who de-friends me it happens so often.
Yada, yada, yada…

Note…I had tried in the past to sit and talk to D…I never found a connection. I had always said the things I don’t like about her are the things I don’t like about myself…but hers are accentuated to the point that F1 would turn her back to her just to not get assaulted by her voice and stupid stories that weren’t interesting…AT ALL.
She practically would yell to get heard.
She would interrupt conversations with the dumbest things.
She would use F3 all the time to ‘babysit’ when her useless husband was home.
She is a ‘one uper’…with nothing to one up.

I never hated her. She was just not my friend…and I never pretended to be her friend.
I also never intentionally caused her harm.

The other day, at the hospital where she volunteers, after my surgery…I saw her and called her into my room.
I wanted to apologize for hurting her feelings…not for my behavior…"because that’s the way we roll”
She walked out and I imagine her eyes rolled back as she said to herself…
…”whatever..”

The next day one of my F’s shows me D’s FB post…
I am copying and pasting…

• • D's post - So glad to have a lazy day. The one person I can't stand showed up at the hospital yesterday during my shift. And then tried talking to me. I really can't stand selfish people and she deserves an emmy in that category.
    
    My Reply - I'm pretty sure I know who you are talking about... of all the things you could say about her "selfish" isn't one of them and as far as I know she apologized!?!?!?
    
    Her next Reply - Ok then, self centered. And apologies don't mean anything when they're not sincere.
    
    S's reply - She does deserve an emmy but she would probably want the oscar. Maybe we should hold a meeting to discuss what she desreves.

I am the one person she can’t stand;)
The ‘My Reply’ is F7…
S is Ex F9
http://behindthebookscover.blogspot.com/2011/05/member-1-hater-nation.html

You can judge for yourself if I was a real friend to F9.

…As for D…I find it funny that we were watching the Oscars or the Emmys that night…
…And yes, one day I might win one;).

I am often the center of attention, I won’t deny that. (Often by accident.)
Self-centered and selfish though…that can be disputed.
I never say anything unless I mean it.
I am NOT a fake friend who uses people.


Oh…and I wonder what they think I…
…”deserve.”?…or…”desreves”?

Per the Urban Dictionary…
Hater…

A label applied to people who are more negative than positive when discussing another person. It most commonly refers to individuals whose negativity is so extreme that it is all-consuming. However, there are various levels and forms of being a hater, ranging from completely dismissing any positive traits or actions, to merely painting a less than flattering picture by using words with negative connotations. Hating is often attributed to jealousy, but just as often, it seems to stem from some other source.