Apparently not the case for George Takei. You may know him as Helmann Sulu from Star Trek. He came out to a Los Angeles based magazine this week after years of hiding his true lifestyle. He said his new onstage role as a psycologist in "Equus" helped inspire him to come out publicly. I say way to go Sulu. Not that I'm really all that shocked by the news, but way to go.
I love Halloween so much. It has to be my favorite holiday. Every year I start planning my costume months before the actual day. This year I got a late start, but actually made my own costume. I have no idea why I love this holiday so much. For some it's a devil's holiday, but for me it's what I look forward too all year. I have even pushed my love of the holiday off on my 4 year old son. The other day he was playing with these two little boys in our complex, when I heard him explaining the ghosts and witches hanging from our balcony. He then ran upstairs to the balcony and proceeded to point at every pumpkin and tell how each one glows. The older of the two boys(I think he was 12) just smiled and asked me what I was going to be for Halloween. I told him in this way too excited, almost childlike way that I was going to be the Corpse Bride. I then asked him what he was going to be and he just shrugged and said, "We don't celebrate Halloween." I felt so stupid at that point. I don't know if it was because I had acted so stupid about it or because my porch looks like the Great Pumpkin through up all over it. Either way, I just smiled and walked in the house. Am I wrong for making such a big deal of this day? I can remember when I was a kid,dressing up and going trick-or-treating. I loved it then too and I can't imagine keeping that from Poohbear. He's still too young to really care, but he still has fun. He helped carve the pumpkins and he has decided what costume he wants to wear. Oh well. I guess I'll just keep loving my day and keep listening to people make fun of a 28 year old woman that still gets giddy over Halloween.
I went on my first field trip as a mom yesterday. My son's daycare took them to the Pumpkin Patch in Clanton. I went to be with my son on his first field trip but ended up being mommy to 24 kids. I did however think ahead and took my own car, so as soon as they were ready to leave I hopped in my car and sped off. I had fun riding on the hay ride and helping all the kids pick pumpkins and watching Pooh Bear run and play with his classmates. I was just enjoying the day, when this bastard of a yellow jacket swoops down and stings me right in the jugular. Ya know, the big fat vein that runs down the side of your neck. Yep, right in that vein. Now my neck is all swelled up and itchy. I can't go anywhere without being attacked by some flying pest. Oh well. I did get 2 really nice pumpkins out of the deal. We gutted them and carved them up for our viewing pleasure. I got the idea that I would make a pumpkin pie with the guts, but I called my mom and she put the idea in my head that I could poison my family if it wasn't cooked right. Yeah, I really don't want to take the chance of killing us with pie. DEATH BY PIE! I can see the headlines now. Too weird for me. I'll stick to the pumpkin in a can next time I get a hankering to make pie.
Sometimes you just have to ask yourself if a situation is worth dealing with. You can be in one situation that seems so bad, so you get out of it only to find your self in another situation just as bad, if not worse. But, by then you think,"I never try to work things out. I always run from my problems. I should try to fix this." I had a good friend tell me once we never know how much to take. Either we don't seem to try or we put up with too much. This is so true. I have been with some people that could say one wrong thing or forget to call only once and I dumped them cold. But then I have someone that flies off the handle over every little thing that happens and I think I can fix it. I can't say I fight more now than any other time, but now I'm tired. Which is worse, to confront an argument and scream and fight and call each other names or just walk away until things cool down? My method is to find somewhere else to be other than in the line of fire. To turn my back and walk away. This to some is a slap in the face or a sign of an uncaring bitch. I thought getting in someone's face and screaming and pointing fingers of guilt would be much worse. Apparently not. I think maybe it comes from some childhood trauma. When someone believes you have to fight to show that you care, there is obviously a problem. What happens and at what point does it make a permanent mark on someone? How much trauma does a person have to go through before they snap and the rest of there life is miserable? I wonder if things had been different, if the dad had been around more, had drank less, if the mom had stuck around, if there was a girlfriend in the picture, would things be different. Or is a person what they are no matter how they were raised. I had just as much of a shitty childhood as the next person, but I try to overcome certain things and not let it run my life now. I have made some pretty shitty decisions that I might not have made if things in my life had been different, but I think I am a pretty decent person. I wouldn't say I am as fucked up as I could've been. I guess some people just handle things differently than others. Take Alyce for instance. Here is someone that had a crappy life and instead of trying to better herself, she went with the other way. Instead of trying to have a better family life with her own kids, she's trying to kill what family she could have. What a fucked up world we live in.
I have never in my life witnessed such a horrible act of selfishness and pure cruelty. I recently read a post by Liesl reguarding her friend Alyce. I've known Alyce since high school and until recently thought she was just a victim of bad decisions and poor upbringing. Today, however, my opinion of this girl has changed. She is no longer anything more to me than a useless pile of dog shit. How can anyone be so cold and heartless? How can you try to murder your own baby? I can understand being scared and maybe not wanting this child, but she fucked up and got pregnant. It's not the baby's fault. With all of the options why do you try to kill it by boozing it up or pumping the poor baby full of God knows what kind of drugs? If she's so determined to kill this poor baby, she should do everyone a favor and just slit her fucking wrists. She is a waste of a human life and I believe there is a special hell for people like her. I can't think of one person in my life that I hate or even wish bad things upon, but I can honestly say I hope this bitch suffers greatly for her mistakes! To anyone that knows this piece of shit, don't call yourself her friend and don't try to help her. She is beyond all that. Just let her destroy what little bit of life she has left.
