Diane Rehm = badass!

***NOTE: Not a political post, so much as an opinion on class, or lack thereof.

I've been listening to Diane Rehm's morning show on NPR occasionally for about 2 years. I forget who was on that first show I listened to, but when I heard this 70-ish-year-old woman with her grandmotherly voice go off on a pompous male 40-something author, with whom she happened to disagree, I was hooked.

Today, Diane addressed Rush Limbaugh's reprehensible accusations that Michael J Fox (ahem, known Parkinson's sufferer) was "off his medication or acting" in his campaign ads supporting Senate candidate Claire McCaskill (oh yeah, and stem-cell research).

He claims Fox was exploiting his disease for political gain. Last time I checked, Marty McFly isn't running for office, but could stand to gain scientifically from stem-cell research that could lead to a cure or better treatments for his debilitating condition.

Though Limbaugh "apologized" (I picture his signature sneer while he does so), Diane Rehm told him, via the airwaves "You are to get down on your KNEES, and BEG for his forgiveness." In that voice, man, I would totally hang out with her.

these mean streets

in the spirit of the bad luck exhibited by my last posting, i'm adding a part deux to a "crazy things that happened to me this week" series. i hope this will be the last installment - i don't know how much i can handle!

on my way home from the gym monday, i remembered i had a prescription to pick up at walgreen's, which meant i would make a right onto southwest instead of a left. when the light turned green (no rights on red, I AM LAW ABIDING!), i made my right and felt a large THUNK! against my car.

"what was that?" i wondered, squinting into my rearview mirror. it was raining and hard to see what looked like a yellow piece of plastic flapping in the breeze.

"must be some kind of construction thing," i thought, until i saw A MAN wearing a poncho in the STREET PICKING UP HIS BICYCLE. holy shit!!!!

he seemed OK, but i turned around anyway, yelling out the window "are you ok?" shit shit shit i can't believe i just hit this guy on a bike! this guy who had apparently materialized out of thin air! this is going to be a huge and expensive hassle....

he gave me a thumbs-up. "i'm ok. thanks for stopping. that was my fault." and away he pedaled.

sometimes...me too

"Sometimes I ask myself if we're living in the United States or a State of Denial."
- Jeanne Phillips (Dear Abby)

This was an response to those angry at her for suggesting that a wife who found out her husband had an affair with a man years ago get checked for STDs. They said Abby was only saying that because it was a homosexual affair.

Abby said, no, it's because STDs suck! (my words, but you get the point).

festive bandage art

festive bandage art
Originally uploaded by aries rising.

i cut my finger BAD yesterday morning. i won't say the real way it happened, which is hella lame. the story i've been telling is slightly less lame, which is that i was carrying glasses from the living room to the kitchen. i was holding them tightly together and one busted.

the rest is true: in the nanosecond between the glass breaking and my seeing the damage, i looked back at my finger and it was covered in blood!!! the bright red gushing kind. i screamed, then daren came to my rescue, gathering supplies while i held my finger under the tap. he got me all sorted out. it still hurts a little.

i made it a ghosty face to be festive for halloween. that way, no one can bug me when i don't dress up again this year.

ode to lunadoll

i sang this song after i hung up the phone with my seester. it might be a little different because it took FOREVER for my computer to boot up.
ahem.

"i love my sisterrrr, she is so greaaaat.
i love my sisterrrrr, she is so chill.
except for sometimes, and then it's funny."

ps. i wish i had a copy of "the heat is on" to listen to, cause i'm about to watch the cardinals kick some pond scum ass. see ya!

no more summer in the city i.e. Tha Lou

it's happened. it's officially fall/autumn (i always write fall, because it takes me about ten tries to spell autumn right).

at lunch today i was running some errands, and the trees around the 270/44 area are POPPIN'! and the weather today was gorgeous, so i took the long way back to work, along the backroads and through the woods.

the wedding is coming along well, and i just found out that two of the most wonderfullest friendzies in the world are getting marriedzies! all because of imitation crab meat, or something. seriously, though, it's the greatest thing ever. i called earlier to ask jessica if she would be in my wedding, then later craig called and gave me the news. then he let me talk to jessica and now i have this bridesmaid thing sussed out AND lacey and i found dresses for them yesterday so THIS EVENING WAS A HAPPY ONE!

plus, the cardinals won! 2-0, bay-beeeeeeee!!

a spot of luck (just a spot)

Yesterday before class while I was sitting in the lounge, I heard a voice say, "Ashley!" then "Ashley!" again, a little more insistently. "Excuse me." I looked up. "Ashley?"

"No..."

"I'm sorry, you look exactly like a lady I had a class with."

"No, I'm not Ashley."

"Well, sorry. You look exactly like her, though"

The punchline is that she did have a class with me once, the class that made me switch my major. She was possibly the most vile woman I've ever had the misfortune to have a class with. I was even in her group that term!

A friend in that class had warned me about her when she saw I had been placed in vile's group. She had tried to rip my friend off on some photos my friend had taken for her, then complained about her to the dean the next time they had a class together. After spending time with the woman, I could totally see that happening.

Lucky for me, I'm not Ashley.