I think my living will's OK
I'm not sure if I've mentioned the issues with my living will before. You see, I don't want any type of artificial means of prolonging my life if I am either terminally ill or in a persistant vegetative state. And this, according to the Catholic Church is bad. They say it's euthanasia, and euthanasia is bad. Remember Terri Schiavo?
Anyhow, I don't want to be a burden if I have no hope for meaningful chance of recovery. My brother, who is a nurse and my medical power of attorney, knows my wishes. If there would be any doubt, could one of y'all direct someone here.
I've been worried that I'd earn myself a one-way ticket to the bad place with this attitude, being that the church said it was so bad and all.
That is, until I read this little snippet, from the Associated Press, published today.
ROME - A doctor alleged Wednesday that Pope John Paul II violated Catholic teaching against euthanasia by refusing medical care that would have kept him alive longer — a charge immediately dismissed by Vatican officials.
In an article in the Italian journal Micromega, Dr. Lina Pavanelli, an anaesthesiologist, questioned why John Paul was only outfitted with a nasal feeding tube on March 30, 2005, three days before he died. She said he clearly was in need of artificial nutrition well before then.
Advice
As pissed off as I am, I really don't need anyone's advice on this whole thing, OK?
I completely and totally plan to ignore that phone call. There's no point in returning it, and it's just really not the person I am.
But, if my inner bitch gets the best of me and I happen to send a bit of an asshole-y text message or something, I'll still be OK.
I'm still a big girl, and I really can take care of myself. I have been for years, and so far, so good.
I'll just go back to keeping things to myself. I just don't prefer the commentary, really.
Yes, some people are stupid
I've been sick this week. Probably sick enough to stay home if I hadn't had too much at work to do instead. So, I go to work, and then I come home and go to bed the minute that I get home, or at least after I have taken massive amounts of all sorts of drugs.
So, I feel like shit and I am going to bed all kinds of early. My room is a disaster, I haven't packed one thing and I leave in two weeks.
Needless to say, this is not a good time to call me in the middle of the night. And really, there is never a good time to call me when I told you I didn't ever want to talk to you again. Especially if you're calling from your wife's phone because that means that you still have one. Asshole.
If I were a bitch or well enough to conjure the energy to be one, you'd be very, very sorry I had your wife's cell phone number.
But I stopped caring. and I'd have to care even just a little in order to be a bitch. I deleted you out of my phone and gave you back, since that's where you seem to think you belong. And, of course, because I don't sleep with people's husbands, and I just didn't know that's what you were. Once I did, our time together was over. I've never liked anyone enough to be the other woman. And believe me, I liked you a lot. More than I've liked anyone in a long time.
When I woke up this morning and saw I had three missed calls, I figured it was Booty Call Michael. I was too sick to answer if I had heard the phone, but he's generally the only person who calls at 2:45 these days. But I'm glad he didn't, because I was way too sick for all of that fun and merriment last night.
Other people should be very thankful that the phone didn't wake me in the middle of the night. And if it had, that I didn't answer. That's so not cool unless you're one of my best friends or I'm sleeping with you.
And even Booty Call Michael is not always appreciated when he wakes me from my slumber.
A little junk in the Trunk
Trunk Bay, one of the 10 most beautiful beaches in the world. Stay tuned for more photos like this.
Thought of the day
(More ranting about current events)
I see that on his recent flight after he got out of the hoosegow that OJ signed several autographs for his fans.
He has fans?
Who the hell would be OJ's fan?
I don't care how many Heisman trophies he has. He killed his wife and her friend and walks the streets like he did nothing wrong. This latest episode is just more proof that OJ thinks he is above the law.
And he should. Being that he got away with murder and all.
The man is a derelict. He needs to be locked up
under the jail.
And his girlfriend? It's fucking creepy how much she looks like Nicole Brown. Don't do anything to cross him or you're next.
More proof...
...that a Pez dispenser could do a better job running our country.
Did you see that President Bush today said that Saddam Hussein killed Nelson Mandela?
Well, first of all Saddam is dead and Mandela is not. Secondly, what the fuck does South Africa have to do with Iraq?
And yes, I realize this was just another case of him getting the information a little wrong and he didn't really mean Mandela, but here's the thing: The leader of the free world should know things like this. Or he should have people who write it on post-its and leave it where he can see it.
Oh, and for those of you who have recently thought: At least South Africa doesn't hate the United States...
They do now.
This is more like it...
It's amazing what Google can do, isn't it.
Here's a little graphic for demonstrative purposes. 3 1/2 weeks. Not sure I can make it.
Random...
First of all, some housekeeping items. Sometime this week, I plan to post reviews of the KC show from Hotlanta and the Eric Church post-game show at the Wildhorse Sunday on my music blog. Honest. I'm going to get better about concert reviews, even if it is just "This show rocked!" with a picture of me shooting devil horns. It's just hard when you write all day. It's hard to go home and write for fun. Reminds me of when Rachel dated the gynocologist on "Friends..."
Atlanta was fun. It's big. It's shiny. There's a lot going on. They drive like lunatics. You pay way too much for houses, even if they are pretty. It was a nice getaway, but I was very glad to get home on Sunday. I think I may have become a homebody somewhere along the way (Ironic, considering most days I'm not a huge fan of home). I think it's more that I spend an entire trip obsessing over everything I left behind to leave town for a few days, and then I get this urge to go home and finish those things. I also miss having a cat. And somehow had forgotten since Lance's wedding that the Mexicans should never be in charge of the tequila.
I've been catching bits and pieces of the news lately. Apparently some reasearcher did studies and concluded people aren't really addicted to chocolate. I wonder if he's the same guy who decided that you can't actually become addicted to pot either. Regardless, he's someone who's not addicted to chocolate, or else he'd realize that's just silly.
I don't think Mary Winkler should be allowed to be on Oprah. In fact, I think Mary Winkler should be in prison with all the other murderers. We all have problems. Some people have really shitty problems. No one's allowed to kill anyone else. Simple as that.
I wonder about this whole thing with that missing girl from England. I don't think her parents did it, but something doesn't sit right with me. Much like Jon Benet Ramsey, I suspect we'll never ever know the truth...
Lastly, once again Sept. 11th has come and gone. Am I a bitch because it's just another day to me? I haven't ever gotten why America can't move on from that day. That's what the terrorists wanted when they did it, you know... I feel bad that thousands of people died. It was atrocious, but I don't feel like we do anyone justice by shutting our lives off for a day...
Why I'm not driving on our trip...
Bon voyage!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PITOhT4n5R0(You have to click because the people who posted it wouldn't let me embed it here.)
Network News
So, I guess today is Katie Couric's one-year anniversary on CBS Evening News. I know that there have been many reports that CBS was surprised that Couric hasn't boosted their viewership. Maybe they don't feel like she's earning her hefty price tag. I know they blame it on her and the new format of the news.
Have they ever stopped to consider that perhaps folks just prefer ABC or NBC or even CNN or FOX for their news?
I like Katie Couric. And let me tell you, she's much better in the evening after I've had coffee and don't have to deal with her perky bullshit uncaffeinated.
But I don't like CBS' news coverage. I'm not a huge fan of 60 Minutes. I'd rather eat hot shards of glass than watch their morning program. Their news, regardless of who's reading it, just isn't the same stuff I'd get on NBC, ABC, or even CNN.
Most mornings now, I find myself watching Good Morning America. I like Matt and Meredith, and I tuned in today for Bill Clinton on Today, but most mornings I watch ABC because there are more breaks for local news, which is what I'd really watch if I ever turned my TV on early enough. I accidentally watched CBS' morning show the other day. It might even be worse without Bryant Gumbel, if that could be humanly possible.
I guess the whole point of this rant was to defend Katie. I don't think that people not watching her really has anything to do with Katie. I definitely don't think it's sexist, because I love watching Robin Roberts and Diane Sawyer every morning. I don't think it's because Katie's not a good journalist.
I just think people can get their news anywhere, and they're not going to switch to CBS Evening News because Katie Couric left "Today." It's kind of like Manchester United fans didn't go to Real Madrid because David Beckham did. Even with a superstar, loyalties are just that.
No idea...
...How I'm really paying for everything yet, but that's OK. Really, I must learn how to budget at some point.
El fin...
The text said: "I'm sorry I lied to you last night."
And with, that it was over. El fin. (Spanish for "The end." for those keeping track at home.)
What did I lie about?
I said I was fine.
I said that we'd be OK.
And when he said "Talk to you later;" I said "OK."
And then I hung up the phone and I cried.
The next morning, I sent the text apologizing, simply because it was too hard to ever hear his voice again.
I felt better, because I'd never, ever lied to him before Saturday night, not even a little bit.
I just wanted to know it ended on an OK note and say goodbye, both of which I did. But it had to be over.
Have you ever had someone in your life that in some ways made you a better person, but in other ways made you a person you did not ever want to be?
Even though I know it's for the best, it still sucks quite a bit.
(In some ways, I'm really, really glad that I've been too busy to blog lately. I'm sure when I look back on this years from now, I'll get what I'm saying even if all of you are at home scratching your heads.)
