Acidman this morning posted a picture of his son and his son’s friend mooning him.Well the gates of the looney bin has been opened wide and he is having flames and threats thrown at him for something so absolutely innocent and fun.What is so wrong with some people that they have this need to destroy? The need to hurt and tear down others? I don’t get it. I never have, never will.When I seen the picture this morning…my gut reaction was: They are going to attack this man. I so wanted to be wrong.Some have given their opinions that Rob should take down the picture…just to save any future hassle. I can understand if he wanted too. He says he doesn’t…and I can understand his feelings to stand tall on this and fuck em all. It’s a matter of principles now. You can’t let the sick bastards or bitches wear you down. Even if it seems they are growing in numbers.

I’m getting kind of tired of how my blog looks. I’m thinking I need maybe a white background. Maybe something like it was before I fucked it up?

I hate messing with the template. I get that same feeling when I look at it as I do when I look at the back of the DVD/VCR player and cable box. Ok, ok, the same feeling I get when I look at my computer, camera and the 5 remote controls on my coffee table. The O My God This Is Too Much feeling. It makes my head hurt.I think I’m going to write Joni real dang soon. She’s amazing. I need amazing. I’ll gladly pay for amazing…besides, it makes that feeling go away.

Did you know if you do a search on Google for: “Kim Crawford” civil war Michigan. My site comes up #1. What’s with that?

A couple of other interesting hits:

“abnormal pap, I’m freaking out”

“penis tube”

“gay guy bang boat”

This is all really just too deep for words. I hope they found what they were searching for.

Now I didn’t blog about an experience I had going to work Friday morning…because it was just too stupid for words. Actually who would of believed me. With this a picture is worth a thousand words. Yes I had my camera with me but if you look at the pictures Erica posted about the whole damn mess, I would be in the link picture “down the on ramp” where all those semi’s are sitting.No I do not drive a semi but if I’d of been running about 5 minutes earlier..that would probably be my car sitting in all that water.That was my reward for doing the happy dance to Allah.

Obviously I didn’t go to work today. So I’m stumbling through the news and I come across an article just a few hours old that says WHO says SARs may resurface…that it is still out there.

So as I back click to the main page, lo and behold it’s been updated to read:

SARs May Have Resurfaced

Singapore became the first country to report a possible return of SARS on Monday, saying tests showed one man might have caught the potentially deadly disease, hours after the WHO had warned the virus could reappear.The Ministry of Health said initial tests appeared to show one man had tested positive for the Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome virus, in what it believed was an isolated case.”Initial tests seem to indicate this person has the SARS virus, but we are doing further tests tonight,” a ministry spokeswoman told Reuters, referring to polymerase chain reaction tests that scientists use to identify genetic material.Now I’m not done stumbling around and I come across this article from Friday:

Quick Test For SARs Developed in Singapore .Now I know I read way too many thrillers and have always admitted to being a tad bit paranoid..BUT Friday they announce a test and 72 hours later they have their first potential victim in the same place? What’s the chances?

Today’s DUH Award goes to 2 teenagers in Minnesota who called a Sheriffs cell phone asking to buy some marijuana. Now you have to wonder who supplied these two lame brains with that number.Sheriff Amazi gets to share the DUH Award for this brilliant insight into the whole thing:

“Not only did they do something wrong, but they should have been in school,” Amazi said.

Well yeah, we all know you can’t get drugs there. Hello?

Dope Seeking Teens Call Cops By Mistake, feast upon the shenanigans.

I haven’t felt good for the past couple of days and I hate that. I’m rarely ever sick and I can’t even say I’m sick now. Just something is not right.I hate going to the doctor, the one time I actually was majorly sick in my life they couldn’t find anything wrong. After a few hundred dollars worth a tests and a prescription for prozac (why any physician would diagnose someone with depression who has a temp over 101 for 3 weeks is beyond me) when I felt like I was dying I finally diagnosed myself, made the physician do the right test…and yes, I had mono. At 40. Threw the prozac away and went home to bed.About a year ago I went back to a doc here in MI finally and had a physical. All the lab tests and that crap was normal until we got to the mammogram, then the ultrasound. Oh joy, they found a lump. Due to the great medical system MI has it took 3 months to get to the biopsy stage…then, 7 days later I hear they didn’t get enough to biopsy. Time to start the whole process over again.Well I never went back. Fuck it. I just tripled my life insurance, the kid is set. So yesterday I get a card in the mail saying I’m past due for my yearly mammogram. Lovely. I think I’ll ignore this just like the IRS.I made a decision years ago I’d never do chemo or radiation. I probably would a mastectomy. My Mom had one when she was 38 for breast cancer…and I definitely could live without a breast. I think I’d walk funny though.I have no clue why I am thinking about this today, because I had completely put it out of my mind til that card came yesterday. Damn I hate doctors.

Well if you didn’t catch Bush’s speech last night let me paraphrase it for you:

Being in Iraq has cost a shit load, it’s going to cost a shit load more. He told us two years ago the fight on terror was going to take awhile…weren’t you listening? We are now positioned in the terrorists front yards (Saudi) and Germany and France might as well shut the hell up, put on their play clothes, bring the spare change bucket and come on out to play.Oh and he didn’t come out and say it but the IRS will be knocking on the door to pick up your spare change so it’s time to dig down in the sofa cracks.Otherwise there was nothing we didn’t already know.

Well here I am cruising news and blogs. I was sleeping like a baby since I had been up since 3am the day before when the phone rings at 1:30. It’s a nurse from work, Mr. J.Mr. J is a nurse from India who joined our staff in May or so after becoming licensed in the US. Mr. J’s wife also from India has been a nurse at my facility for over 2 years. Both are excellent nurses, BUT..Mr. J has some communication problems in more ways than one.Mr. J. understands English very well, writes excellently…but has a very difficult time speaking English. As you can imagine it’s creating problems with patients, families and definitely the MD’s. At 1:30 this morning it was definitely a problem trying to understand what he was telling me. Mr. J’s English gets even worse when he is nervous or upset. Unfortunately I seem to bring forth both of those qualities in him.He was supposed to get off duty at 11:30 but had a minor problem with a patient and did not want to leave work without the problem being solved. The MD was not returning his pages…so he had been at work 2 extra hours before he called me, trying to decide what to do. He’d rather sit there for 2 hours waiting on the MD…then call me. Which I much rather had preferred a call at 11pm then 1:30, which by 1:30…he realized this without me having to say it.I’ve had to do 3 or 4 different counseling sessions with him since he’s been there…and it never goes well. The first couple of times he refused to sit down…as a matter of fact he refuses to be seated at all in my presence, which makes discussing anything very uncomfortable for boh of us.I’ve been encouraging him to practice speaking English…encouraged him to even use it at home. He really needs to improve his skills…and rapidly. I have 3 other nurses from India on that shift…and I know they speak their native language to each other there. This is not helping Mr. J to improve his English.Anyway…this situation is frustrating as hell and I’m not getting any new insight here…so I might as well leave it alone for now.