October 26, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I think it’s nice to have freedom of speech.  I just can’t emphasize enough that every freedom comes with certain responsibility.  Freedom can be exercised for as long as there is no violation of someone else’s rights at the same time.  I believe people have the right to voice out their thoughts, their opinions, whatever.  But I also believe I have the right to choose what crap I listen to.  I think I have the right to refuse to listen to something I’m not interested in.  Everything I hear goes in my brain and certain things just stay there whether I like it or not.  And if it were up to me whether or not I will allow it, then I will take the opportunity to be in control of that.  It probably is normal for the speaker to be offended by my unwillingness to listen, but so be it.  I am not the only person on earth, and there is such a thing as a blog, if sharing opinions is that important.  I don’t want to give up my right just so someone else can exercise their freedom.  I’m sorry, but give them a minute, and it will last an hour.  No, thank you.  There is not enough space in my brain for important things, much less crap I don’t really need.

Also when I say “No, I don’t want to hear it”, I do expect the speaker to stop talking about it then.  You don’t just ignore someone saying no and just go on and do it anyway.  That is just extremely rude, in my book.  And if you’re going to be that rude, I’ll be just as rude and let out an exasperated sigh.  I am not about to care if that pisses you off.  I mean NO when I say NO.  It’s simple as that.

Life would be so much simpler if people would just take NO for an answer and shut up 50% more than they already do.

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October 23, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I guess some people are just born without it, or maybe they’ve suppressed it so long that it disappeared altogether.  Never mind that shutting up and keeping it inside half the time would save them trouble or keep them out of an argument that they KNOW isn’t going anywhere.

 I just don’t see the point in drawing out a discussion that no one is going to win.  Why bother when you know going in that no one wants to change their opinion, that no one will want to be the first to shut up, that everyone thinks that the last person to say something wins?  Why bother?  It’s pointless, it’s a total waste of time and energy and it does absolutely no good.

I don’t set out doing things that I know are going to benefit someone somewhere.  I just don’t see the point in disturbing what little peace is there.  I just don’t see why there has to be an argument about everything.  I just don’t see why people seem to think that freedom of speech means freedom to yap to the point of annoying everyone around you.  I heard that any form of freedom has some degree of responsibility attached to it.  I don’t think everyone thinks the same way.

I am all for the sharing of ideas.  Don’t get me wrong.  But I’m also all for diplomacy or tact.  I’m all for knowing when to shut up.  I’m all for avoiding a pointless argument whenever possible.

I find though that when few people around me think and act the same way as me, I use my inner voice less as a result.  It’s an ugly result of an ugly situation.  I’m trying to stay the same, but it’s just so hard with everyone else’s rantings pounding in my ears.  I don’t know how many times I’ve mentioned “inner voice” in the last 2 days.  I guess I’m getting to the point of not caring about tact anymore.  I could have said so many hurtful things before but I’ve avoided doing that.  What I have to say might be true and maybe the person I’m talking with needs to hear it, but I try not to be hurtful.  I am now thinking it’s time to be hurtful, if just to be frank.

I have told DH just today that if he used his inner voice half the time, life would be nicer all around.  He asked me if he could do something, I said no, and he did it anyway.  So then I told him, it’s funny how you complain about other people not listening to you, you don’t listen too well either.  In both cases he had nothing to say.  I think he should be careful around me now.  I have thoughts that have been fermenting in my brain for years now.  I have polished them to the point of probably not stuttering when I finally say them out loud.  I still am saying them in a really nice way.  I haven’t resorted to a lot of swearing or yelling.  By watching DH I dare say those tactics are highly ineffective.

It just doesn’t hurt to shut up more than usual.  It might not feel good sometimes but one has to think outside oneself.  Well, at least that’s what I was taught.  It would seem to me a whole bunch of people were absent from school when that subject came up.

America…wonderful country…yeah, right…let me guess, that’s according to people who have never been out of America.  Yeah, that sounds about right…it figures.  Tunnel vision.  And yes, I’m not using my inner voice right now.  It doesn’t really matter, people don’t only know how to use the inner voice, they are strangely talented at ignoring what other people are saying, especially if it makes sense.  Yeah, open your mouths wide…shut your ears…that’s America for you.

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October 3, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I didn’t forget about my blog.  And it’s not like nothing’s happened in a month.

The 23rd of last month was the brats’ mom’s birthday.  They went up to see her late night before her birthday, all 3 of them…which was rare.  Well, she spent her birthday at some bonfire with friends while the brats stayed at her place.  Some mother.  About as bad a mother as her mother is a bad grandma.  Not my program.  And speaking of their other grandma…nothing new, sent some article about herself, one for each brat.  After all, her grandkids need to each have a copy of it…talk about ego.  Not that her grandbrats don’t have too much of that either.  I guess it runs on that side of the family.

Anyway, same day was the 5th anniversary of when Scott reached out to me online…his first message to me asking me whether I had this one song by Jewel and offering to send it to me if I don’t have it.  It took me 3 days though, to get back to him.  And then it was another 5 days before we got engaged…crazy world.

Yesterday was Ms. Perfect’s birthday.  I did nothing to acknowledge it…I was just being fair…all 3 brats didn’t get anything from me.  I hope they’ll reciprocate…then I can have a happy birthday.

I’ve gained some weight…5-7 pounds in a week…and staying there.  Not good.  Today I got some diet supplements that are supposed to help.  I hope they work.  I just want to lose about 10 pounds…in the right places hopefully.

It’s getting cold…I am hating it.

We got the missing parts for the dog crate…now she stays there when we’re at work.  She’s not smart but she’s smart enough to know if she messes in the crate, she’s going to have to lay or stand in it till we get home.  And then at that point in time, I would give her hell for it.  She’s become regular…when we get home, I let her out and she does her business shortly after.  Good.  No more half-hour non-productive walks.

I’ve been playing The Sims 2 again.  I’m having trouble staying interested in a family…haven’t gone beyond 2 generations ever.  Right now I’m not playing…I’m making paintings.  I hope it all works.  I’ll stop working temporarily after I get to 50 paintings, I think.  Then I can work on uploading to my site…hopefully.

Iya’s in Italy now.  I’m getting things together to send to her.

I’m tired, I’m sleepy, I’m hungry.  I shouldn’t eat though.

I’m going back to work now…then maybe I’ll sleep.

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September 2, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I say this because I don’t understand this whole thing about “giving the kids more than I had when I was growing up”.  In fact I think this tendency has led to the lack of appreciation by the kids of what they’re being given.  There’s also the resulting lack of creativity and imagination.  Kids who don’t get what they want all the time learn to make do with what’s there or pretend there’s something there when there isn’t.  They learn to improvise.  I know when I was growing up, when we played house, we didn’t have to have those little tea sets and little chairs and tables.  We didn’t even have to dress up.  We just said that we’re wearing this, this part of the driveway is our bedroom, this pile of leaves are veggies we bought from the market.  The balcony next door is the school.  Play money?  Heck no, we’ll just write the denominations on little pieces of paper…the best kind of money is the type you print out of your own home, LOL.  All this because we can’t afford those fancy toys.  I did get Barbie dolls but they were all gifts from my uncle in Cali, except for the first one which I bought with my own Christmas money.  Also there was such great appreciation for every little gift that comes our way.  Our toys mostly stayed intact and complete for the longest time.  I am thinking that I probably had a more comfortable life than my parents did.  That’s probably why I didn’t turn out quite as good as they did.

 See, all this making up for whatever you didn’t have during your childhood…it backfires in a big way.  You give your kids everything you can afford to give them (and sometimes more than that).  And what do you get in return?  A lot more argument, a lot more expectations, a lot less consideration.  So why even start doing that?  I mean, think about it.  If you turned out pretty fine, why mess with the formula?  I dare say, if you turned out fine, then it’s safe to say that was a tried and tested formula.  Use it.

 When was the last time you ever read your kids’ reports and projects?  I dare say that kids CANNOT write anymore.  I think 7th graders write at the 2nd grade level.  It’s pathetic.  Why is this?  Lack of creativity, lack of imagination.  Everything is presented to them on a silver platter, everything is spoonfed to them, why bother thinking about things?  Why bother thinking?

 I bet you never thought that giving your kids everything you can led to them being more stupid than you ever thought possible.  And you dare complain about this to other people…repeatedly.  And it just never occurred to you that maybe, just maybe you were too damn nice.  Heck, everyone is being too damn nice.  What, people had such a hard time in school before so we make it easy now?  Oh, the red X’s made people feel bad because they made mistakes and someone pointed it out to them, so now we can’t have red X’s on returned exams?  Oh, PLEASE.  And what’s with this whole excuse of not checking for grammatical and spelling errors because the teachers are supposedly concentrating on the content?  What content?  Nothing makes sense, the least you can do is teach them to spell correctly.  Surely there’s nothing wrong with teaching them something.

Kids are so spoiled rotten and no one seems to be able to figure out that this all came about because the generation before wants to make life easier for them.  Well, an easier life does not a better person make.

But then again, what do I know, I’m not a parent.  Right?

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September 1, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

I do think that I live in a house full of dumbasses.  It’s nothing short of frustrating.  Sometimes I feel like I want to hurt someone, preferably someone else.  It gets even more frustrating when DH just stands by and takes it all in.  That’s great, encourage them to be better dumbasses than ever…or worse…just more dumbass than before.  And he dares complain to me when he sets himself up to get a kick in the butt down the road.  Sometimes it makes me sorry I made the choices I made.  I know I chose to live with him and his faults.  I just didn’t think I’ll be living with people who get dumber by the day.

 There’s the eldest dumbass with no sense of logic at all.  He’d buy whole slabs of steak, whole sides of ribs, big amounts of meat.  His dad would buy one box of fish sticks.  Wouldn’t you know it, the dumbass will eat up all the fish sticks and not touch his meat for a while.  What’s the big deal?  Well, dad doesn’t eat meat.  Also dumbass is earning enough to buy some fish for himself if he’s going to eat a whole box in one sitting.  He eats too much anyway.  In 10 years he’ll be a fat slob, just like he accuses his dad of being.  He’ll be even worse because he wouldn’t have accomplished as much but he’d have gotten in more trouble, all because he refuses to use what little brain is left in his stupid head.

He argues about how the fridge is not cold enough, how there’s not enough space in the fridge, how there aren’t enough dishes or pans or utensils that are clean, how things are just wrong in the house.  Well, he can damn well afford to leave, and that would just make everything better for everyone anyway.  But of course, with him being a “fumb duck” we can’t expect him to think about that.  I mean, come on, think about everyone’s welfare too?  That’s too much strain on the microscopic brain that’s bouncing in that cement skull of his.

And then of course there’s this younger dumbass who thinks that the older dumbass is all that.  I once thought there was hope for him.  Not anymore.  I don’t care if the shower curtain isn’t closed anymore when there’s no one showering.  I don’t care if he does everything right.  As long as I see shades of the older dumbass in him, it’s never going to be right.  With that said, I conclude it will never be right.

There’s also a female dumbass who has been getting better, as far as behavior around the house, but her head is still in the clouds.  I’m sure everyone in school and in the local paper thinks she’s the bomb.  Whatever.  Try living with her.  Try walking in her bedroom.  Try figuring out why all of a sudden her computer can’t detect the wireless network when it worked before.  Try figuring out why she keeps leaving dishes on the floor when she keeps stepping on them and breaking them.  For someone supposedly smart and active, she sure has a filthy, disgusting room.

All this stupid behavior could be curbed, if the dad would just follow through.  He’d start something and then lose track.  I don’t know why he even complains about how they don’t take him seriously.  Well, DUH.  Maybe, just maybe, they know that you’re only gung-ho at the start…then when you get frustrated enough you’ll give up.  And they are used to waiting for that, because it comes sooner each time.  Again, DUH!

I am so close to telling him to his face that his kids are stupid…and they’re getting more so because he tolerates it.

And then there’s the dumbass dog…but at least she’s quite lovable.  The rest of the dumbasses can go to hell anytime.

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August 25, 2006 by annadulcekelly.

Someone misses you.