Archive for July, 2010


The Unemployed as Political Pawns

Tuesday will bring yet another Senate vote on whether or not to extend unemployment benefits for those coming to the end of their benefits. A number of weeks ago the vote went against the extension. Why? Because there was no provision to pay for it! Really?!!!

Ok, I’m officially boggled. When we went to war the projected cost wasn’t even included in the budget. When we decided to create huge tax cuts, the cost was subsidized by a government surplus (built during the Clinton administration) that could have paid for that war or any other number of crises that followed. Any yet, when it comes to supporting those who have paid the price (losing their jobs) for years of mismanagement both in the private as well as the public sector, we hold those innocents as political hostages. Fucking crazy!

Passage of this measure seems like a no brainer to me. There are approximately five unemployed for every available job. In other words the labor market is still unable to keep up with the large numbers of unemployed as well as the increase in the population. So when workers lose their jobs and are coming to the end of their benefits, how are these former workers supposed to pay their rent let alone buy food and clothes and cars and houses or just keep the homes and cars they have.

Notice the reference to the term “former workers.” This is a rather important tidbit since one must have worked in order to collect unemployment. These aren’t those dreaded, scary deadbeats, these are people like you and I who have, so to speak, earned their unemployment checks. In addition they prove every week that they are actively looking for work in order to collect that check.

I don’t know if there are very many out in the world who have never lost a job but for those of you who don’t know the drill here are some insights. Each state determines their own guidelines. You only get a percentage of pay based on a predetermined number of months worked. In my state payments are a whopping minimum of $116/week to a maximum of $496/week (now that’s definitely the road to great wealth!).

Wow, now that I see it in black and white, I can see why an extension is soooo hard to vote for. After all, where is the motivation to go back to work? With all that free money coming in and all that free time to do whatever you want! Losing one’s job is simply the best of all possible worlds!

Let’s get real here. The money is barely enough to live on, if that, and looking for a job is kinda like having a full-time job without the payoff. And if you have half a brain, you can see that these are FORMER WORKERS!!! People who want to work, have worked, want to work again. Some have kids in college, homes they are trying to hold on to, elderly parents who depend on them, and a score of other reasons why they HAVE to earn an income.

So what is the benefit of supporting this previously hard-working population? Well, how’s about if they don’t receive financial support while they are trying to find a job they won’t be able to pay the rent/mortgage, buy food/clothing, or support the economy in any other viable way. They might become homeless, go on welfare, commit suicide…Is that what any of us would want for a member of our families?

The national unemployment rate as of June 2010 was 9.5%. So that means that somewhere in the neighborhood of 14.6 million people are unemployed with just under 4.5 million receiving benefits and just over 4.5 million additional receiving Federal extended benefits from the initial extension. What happens to the economy if those receiving the extension money lose it or the others come to the end of their unemployment?

My closest friend is one of those coming to the end of her benefits. Although she is currently working a contract job, she will only have two weeks of benefits left to fall back on. See, you don’t get to include contract work in your formula for benefits so even though she is working her available benefits will not grow. So if the contract work dries up, she might face losing her house, her car, all she has worked so hard for since her first job at sixteen.

Multiply her by 4 million! What does that do to the economy not to mention the psyche of a country? We don’t exactly have the strongest economy right now anyway! I don’t have the answer but I do have the feeling that it would not be a pretty sight. I also have the feeling that it will impact all of the rest of us, in ways we can’t even comprehend, for years to come.

These former workers are the backbone of our nation. They made our cars, computers, stereos, and espresso. They fixed our cars, built our houses, and carried our groceries. Think about it. What happens to our bodies if our backbone isn’t cared for or working properly? Maybe your foot hurts, then your head begins to ache, maybe your hand goes numb and maybe you can’t even walk!

We need a healthy backbone to have a healthy whole. Why is that so hard to understand?…

Some People’s Kids: Short-Sighted. Narrow-Minded. Unbelievably Stupid…

Oh, Those Pesky Pests

Caution: Flies were harmed in the making of this blog

Flies…yuck!

Is there anything more irritating than flies?? Sure, there are bad drivers, annoying bosses, philandering spouses, etc., etc., etc…but flies buzz. They buzz around your head, dive bomb your food, and zip off when you try to kill them.

As I sit here writing, one teases me by landing first on the monitor, then the keyboard, and in a move so bold it shakes me to my core, my ARM. Eyew! Then he stops to rub his tiny little dirty feet together (do they even have feet?) and I shoo him away!

Yeah, yeah, I know that flies are part of the ecosystem and they have a job to do. But not in my HOUSE! I have always been of the mind that creepy crawlies and flying torturers should remain outside away from all social areas. If they encroach on my domain in any way, shape, form, then they deserve the ultimate fate that is death. Seems perfectly reasonable to me.

We have tried everything to rid our little bit of paradise of these dirty multi-eyed creatures. Fly paper hanging on the deck and in the house (yes, the house, AND we don’t even live in a single-wide!). A bug zapper that, although glowing merrily on the deck, is desperately in need of Viagra as it is woefully IMPOTENT! I swear, it is a plot to drive me crazy!

We recently purchased a tool that looks suspiciously like a tennis racket but is actually a fly executioner. It has two buttons that, when depressed at the same time, creates a current that courses through the wire strings. If lucky, this will occur at the exact moment when a fly comes in contact with the wire strings on the racket. Bliss!

Oh, let me tell you about the satisfaction created when you hear a pop followed by a sizzle and a fly drops to the counter, floor, or whatever surface, and begins spinning wildly around, and around, and around, and around…hmmm…see what I mean by crazy?!

More and more I find myself crouching and lurking around the house trying to zap some unsuspecting fly. It’s more than a little terrifying and I’m concerned that the crouching and lurching will soon be joined by drooling and talking to myself!

Every single morning there are 6-10 of ‘em out there on the deck partying like it’s 1999. I quickly open the screen to let the furry do his thing in the dog run and try to wait until his tail clears the door before I slam it shut. Sometimes it is a verrrry close call. I stand there watching them buzz around playfully and debate whether I should start the day’s battle knowing that my sanity will drain away as the little winged monsters zig and zag away from my attempts to kill them.

Actually, you know, it’s a little like golf. Just as I’m ready to throw in the towel and the executioner racket…I get one! Pop! Zap! Whirl! Whew…and I am right back in the game. :)

I just sayin’…maybe sanity is just a titch overrated…

Some People’s Kids: Driven. Stubborn. Never Beaten…

Puppies

Puppies! OMG furry energy flying everywhere!

So…late last year my sweet old mutt gave up the fight. He had been with me for 16 years and I miss him every day. I was so sad, crying daily, and for the first time in my life, really depressed. Just couldn’t seem to find my way out of a deep, dark hole. Every day was a struggle.

I didn’t think I would ever want another pet let alone a dog but here I am with a crazy, furry eleven month-old bundle. Not just another dog but a PUPPY. Am I crazy…indeed. Am I happy…definitely!

My first mistake was going to the Human Society website where they use secret CIA methods to entice unsuspecting visitors to fall in love with these little furries. They stage ears to flop over just at the tips. Position the faces to make the eyes look hauntingly vulnerable. And send hypnotizing energy waves through the monitor to make you pick up your car keys. The next thing you know you are in a room with one of the furries and it is all over.

That’s what happened to me. Suddenly there I was with my other half looking into the eyes of the abandoned. I’ve always been a believer in “saving a life” and even though the trend is toward “no kill” shelters, all of those animals need to go somewhere. So once I was in the building, I was toast, no way would I be leaving without a furry. Even Elvis wouldn’t be able to leave the building without one.

Our furry is supposed to be a dog but he is actually some sort of weird cat/dog hybrid. He barks and licks and wags his tail and then he lifts his nearly sixty pound frame to the top of the back of the sofa where he curls up and sleeps the day away. Upon waking he does that crazy cat stretch with his back in the shape of an inverted U…what a nutso!

What were we thinking?! Chewing, barking, potting training! The only thing crazier than starting over with a puppy is bringing home a baby at this stage of my life. Thank god I’m not thinking about that…although…if I don’t wind up with grandbabies soon…hmmmm, I don’t know… Banish that thought!

Today has been a challenge as the furry has been sweet and sleepy followed by insane! His toy for the day is the laundry basket. Socks, undies, towels…No, drop, stop! Truly I’m exhausted and yet just as I’m ready to call in the puppy police there he is back on the back of the sofa, enjoying the summer breeze, and watching the birds…

Some People’s Kids: Furry. Crazy. Sweet. A Life Saver…

Back in the Saddle…Again

Holy cow! It is true, like the proverbial bad penny…I am baaaaack! This time however it is with a different vision and renewed commitment.

The past year has been a difficult one bringing me to a place in which my body is not really cooperating. I have successfully (mostly) managed my fibromyalgia over the past thirty (yes, that is 30) years. Sure there have been mild as well as a couple of serious flare ups but on the whole I thought I had it under control. But, then again, maybe I was just machoing my way through it. You know, the “I’m not gonna let this beat me” shit. And maybe that just set me up to wind up here in the land of I am so tired of feeling crappy and don’t know if I can keep working like I used to. Very scary place to be.

Soooo…I’ve been really evaluating my life and my options. And I have
only really come to one conclusion and that is that I have not chosen
paths that support my health or my dreams…I wonder if there is anyone else out there who has had that reality slap them in the face?! Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t already have some inkling that this epiphany was just around the corner, I just couldn’t seem to face it. After all, if I have consistently been making choices that defeat my ability to thrive, then all I have to say is…”what the fuck???!!”

Just what have I accomplished? Worked long hours, beat my head against the wall, piled stresser upon more stressful stresser…for what?! Clearly not great wealth or life altering personal satisfaction but to just get through one day into another and another and so on.

Feeling bruised, battered, exhausted, and ground down. Yeah, yeah, yeah…poor pitiful me. I read this and that’s what I’m thinking but this disease or condition or what ever it is does sometimes make me feel pitiful and that is what I have been trying to understand over the past few weeks.

What can I do to change this? Because ultimately I am the only one who determines my road and if this one isn’t working, shouldn’t I get the hell off of it? I’m always telling my kids that they are the master of their own destiny so shouldn’t I maybe take my own advice? Yep, I do believe so.

Hmmm…so how will that look? I really have no fucking idea but I’m
pretty sure that doing this, putting words to screen is a part of it.
Mayhaps, even the biggest part of it.

And the fear that no one will read it and if they do, they won’t like it…well who really gives a flying fuck? Me? Let’s just say I’m trying not to…

Some People’s Kids: Scared. Unsure. Quick to give up their dreams. Slow to correct their course…

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