AGGGHHH!!

Have you ever had that moment when you felt like Charlie Brown and Lucy has pulled the football out from under you?
This isn't like that, no it is worse! 
You are probably wondering what I'm talking about now. 
Well, election season is fast approaching, and trying to make a good decision, I wanted to see what the other side was selling.
 
Did you know that GOP means Grand Old Party?
It should stand for  got outrageous pot, plot, plans and pranks!!
Just listening to these folks made me want to sedate myself.
It was a bad Barnum circus side show.
The lies, half truths and low down skulduggery that was committed would make Satan crap his knickers.

Then there was Clint Eastwood( former mayor of California) having a conversation with an empty chair. It was like ease dropping on his toilet habits, cuz Clint was passing a whole lotta manure!!

Oh what has the world come to when a robot and his ward want to become president and VP of the USA. I swear, Anne Romney uses an old skate key to wind up Mitt and Janna makes sure that Paul can tell his lies with a straight face.("Paul, women like to be raped, it's like a romance novel." "Ayn Rand uses it in her books"!)

Why does Paul Ryans' earnest faux face make me want to kick him in the testicles?
The man has to lie about his marathon time to make himself look impressive.
If he chooses to lie about that, why should I trust him with nuclear capabilities?
" Shucks!" "Did I do that?"
Yeah Butt munch-- you just nuked China!!

Really people, do we want these self promoting, self serving, ass backward...WOMAN HATING/HATING EVERYONE knuckleheads to pull us back to the 17 century?
Only to tell us it is for our own good to serve the 1%, because that is how God wanted it and it is in the Constitution.
Come on really..REALLY!!

So it goes and in the end, know your enemy and what he is saying. Because once these imbeciles take office, the only thing left to us hard workers is scorched earth policies. When that happens...we all lose.

What does the Diocese lack?

Hello friend,

Recently we had a very spirited debate with the Chancellor of the Diocese in regards to the abandoned building that was once Saint Francis Xavier grade school.
In the first meeting, he and another gentleman came to discuss the possible dormitory that would be a Focus (an ultra conservative group of young Catholic Missionaries) headquarters .

When that conversation hit the wall, due to the fact that it met  overwhelming opposition, another meeting was scheduled. This meeting would include the architect who has built such a dorm in other cities.  
Well... at this second meeting, we were informed that many things would, could and may happen.

We were told of the great things that we could still do at 52nd and Troost, we were told that the dormitory idea was off the table.
At this meeting we; as parishioners and concerned neighbors, took the ring that was forced into our nostrils, called the messenger on his BS.
Oh the rain and hail of  duplicitous mendacity that fell that evening as the uninformed, unprepared and obtuse commentator tried to convince us," all was still good."

So you ask; what does this have to do with what the Diocese's lack? 
What they lack is Courage!
Courage to tell the truth, courage to admit when they are wrong and the ability to realize when they are on a Fool's errand.

The man who stood before us Wednesday night insulted us further blogging that we were unforgiving and vindictive.
That we only wanted to vent our spleen and rub his nose in his mistake.
That we wanted to only view him as a sinner and lying scoundrel and not as a saint.
I do believe in the statement he made when he said "we do not listen to one another or seek to truly understand what the other person is saying".

Why then Jude, do you not comprehend our mistrust, anger and frustration at the handling of the SFX school building. Why did you see fit to dress us down and treat us like knuckle scraping yokels that could easily be swayed at the pretty promises and strong arming techniques? The reason I believe that the Dioceses lacks  'COURAGE' is because "without it they cannot practice any other VIRTUE with consistency."  (Maya Angelou)

GO AWAY AND COME BACK WHEN YOU ARE REALLY READY TO WORK!

starting over

Even though I have been slower than snail crap in producing interesting material for this blog. I have decided to go at it in a different manner. So starting Friday, May 18th, I will entertain ya'll with a story that I have been noodling in my head for awhile.
Lets hope that I will be a success.

I promised that today would be the day that I would begin a tale that I have been starving in my imagination room. I have to locate the blueprints for the story. Stay tune.

are you ready to Ruckus

This weekend I channeled my inner 6yr. old.
I went home to the LOO to play in the Run Ruckus games.
You ask what is the Run Ruckus?
It is an awesome way for adults to run around in the mud tackling obstacles.
There are mini ruckus, challenging ruckus and the Champion run.
2 miles, 4 miles and the big 8 miles.
You have to earn the 8 mile Champion course.
My sister and I ran the 4 mile course.
My sister finished ( ROCKSTAR)!
Her time 1 hr. 8 minutes and 10 seconds.
I crashed and burned at the 2 mile marker. 
My realistic 44 yr. old smacked me down. I wasn't hydrated enough.
It was hotter than blazes at 9 am on a Cinco De Mayo morning. I will admit I wasn't truly ready for the games, but I still had fun.
If you like pushing your limit, challenge your physical abilities and just have the most fun that you can ever have legally ... do a Run Ruckus.
Next one is in KCMO March 30-31.

2012 Lent

As I approach the home stretch of this Lenten season. I am called to reflect what I gained and lost these 40 days and nights. This season, I refrained from alcohol and coffee.  Now, usually I square up and make a quad-fecta of it; 4 things, but this year I just gave up two. It was easy peasy. I found that, I just had to dump a certain friend for a month and 10 days. He was not at all happy that he had to forfeit his drinking buddy. I explained it was for Jesus and that it was only 40 days.  Yeah for me, I have no addictive behaviors!
The coffee restraint was difficult. It is a habit I have had since the cradle... literally.
True story! During a 3 am feeding, my mother got all mixed up. She got a nice cup of formula, I got a good bottle of coffee. She realized her mistake when I burped up coffee and I have been wired ever since.
I got the cream and sugar habit from my father,so ever since I could sit in my high chair, I would always steal Mr. Jackson's coffee after he had doctored it to his liking. I was swift. I was quick and I was stealthy. He finally got wise and moved the cup to where I could not reach it.
I really got the habit in the service.
I was a cook, so I was always up at zero dark thirty in the morning.
By 10 am; I swear, I was on my 5th 12 oz cup.

So you may ask, what did I gain and lose from these 40 days of insight into myself.  Let me tell you:
1. I really don't need alcohol to have a good time.
2. Tea taste just as good, but doesn't make you go to the bathroom as much.
Finally 3. I would never be daft enough to make these my New Year's Resolutions.
Come on, that would be ridiculous!

just do it.

It has been a struggle producing pages to read or write. I had to decide if I wanted this to be a journal/diary or my general observation of my environment. Well, I heard the most delightful quote the other day. It was on my absolute Favorite prime time TV show.

It goes as followed (quote: Better to write for yourself and have no public, then to write for the Public and have no self. end quote) Isn't that just delicious? It is a nutshell of how I have felt for so long. Now granted, my actual journal pages are more mean and to the point, but I have several rants and rails in this blog. The title; in itself, speaks to my mindset on how I view the world currently.

There is so much going on today, that it consumes yesterday and over runs tomorrow. It like a mad rush going no where fast.
From Kony, to religious freedom and health care. To Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman.

It would seem that we are purposely hurdling ourselves into the darkness, in this year of 2012. What, according to the Mayan calendar is the last breathe of mankind and the world as we know it.

Orwell gave us 1984, a two digit switch of 1948. Y2K, was suppose to leave us in utter chaotic darkness, and now this dark passage is upon us.

It is hard to focus on the Light in this world, when the Darkness is forever trying to consume you and make you lose sight of the Light. We are easily distracted by shiny empty baubles. Man made baubles mind you. Items that aren't built to last, but plague us with that temporary fix attitude. Let the future deal with it. Let us live for the now.

I personally would like to learn to live for tomorrow. To be packed and ready for that great, grand journey called  Eternity. Right now I feel like I am in a holding pattern, watching the TSA agent go through my stuff and then walk off with it.

Running throught the sprinklers

It would seem very little puts a smile on my face. I am a certified cynic. A pure pessimistic person.
You see the rainbow, I see the rain. You see a lovely garden, I see the dirt and manure that makes that garden.

I often wonder how I got this way.
It had to happened over time, because I do vaguely recall those wonderful years when I'd laughed my butt off at knock knock jokes.
When did I turn in my Joy Life card?


Was it when I turned 21, when I was legally able to have a  beer?
Was it when I turned 18, when I was able to vote.
Or was it when I was 16, when I got my license to drive?

I believe I relinquished my Joy Life card when I decided to stop playing.
It just kinda went poof, when I ceased taking off the school uniform, put on my play clothes and go out and hoop and holla like a 4 yr. old at the park.


Waiting for school to be done, so that I could waste my summer away riding a bike, going to the zoo, staying out side until the streetlights came on and the moon came out.
Or eating Popsicles, because they were deliciously bad for you and the size of your head.


Yet, as I look out my window, I see the sun shining and there is a spring like breeze blowing. The earth has allowed the plants to sprout and poke their little heads out of the ground.

Yes, Spring is coming and the world is looking rosy.
I realize that I have been bless with yet another day above ground and I am glad for it.
SO BRING ON THE SPRING!!

in the balance

Currently on my radar is a villain named Joseph Kony. He is a coward in Uganda, Africa.
He and his rebel army steal children in the night from their homes and uses them for his gain.
The young boys that he abducts, he turns into fighters. The young girls, sex slaves.

They are forced to exterminate their families; mothers, fathers  or guardians, so that they are solely dependant on him for their lives. He is a sick twisted cruel man, whose only reason to fight is to keep himself in power.There isn't any oil, gold, or wealth to be gained or lost. He does it to simply terrorize the people of Africa!

What boggles the mind, is the fact that we haven't intervened to stop him from committing these atrocities against humanity. One wonders why? One would conclude, because there is no gold, oil or desired natural resource that we can use as a bargaining chip? nah, that ain't it. Could it be that we have people of interest that could benefit us? umm no.

He has been at it for 26 years. 26 year of ruining childrens' lives and the destruction of peaceful living.
What needs to happen is the US of A needs to send troops to surgical cut this man from the face of earth and send his blacken soul to the hereafter.

How is it, that this injustice was allowed to go on so long, when U.S military boots have hit foreign soil for less egregious offenses? Where are our priorities, when we dictate our fancies for justice,for crude oil or other commerce or the placing in powerful positions, individuals that would support the US?
You ask " what is in the balance?" What is in the balance if this man is allowed to run  afoul of justice unchecked? The balance is how we are perceived in history, how we look at ourselves and how we justify our going into foreign soil for a greed.

give an idiot a microphone...

Why is Rush Limbaugh still alive and on the radio?

The scandal currently swirling around this black hole of venom, is that he called a law student a slut and a prostitute.
Simply because; she argued on the Hill, that birth control/contraception should be free. That Health insurance should provide for this needed medicine.

The whole argument of religious freedom, health care and women's issues has gotten snarled up into the political machine, and the group that should have the majority say on the debate, are being ignored!
(see my 2nd. blog to know my thoughts)
How does one rationalize a person's morals and character trait; because Sandra Flukes, feels that health care should provide assistance in gaining access to birth control, a reason to call her a slut or prostitute?

He then ended his dirty rant with, if all the Georgetown Femnazi want him to pay for their birth control, they should provide sex tapes!

INSERT YOUR OWN CUSS WORD--IF YOU FEEL INCLINE! 

This disgusting pig ( an insult to pigs--mind you!), should be taken out and shot in his melon.

So Rush, you like porn?  
Your a Viagra taking, impotent braying dumb jackass who feels that he has a say on the matter of women's health. Your mother probably wishes she kept an aspirin between her knees or at least died in child birth!

What street cred you assumed you had was lost, when it turns out you were addicted to Oxycontin and whatever other drug you shovelled into your pie hole! 
You sick dumb twist of useless flesh and bone!

Why  do people listen to this juggernaut? It would seem that all he does is instigate and fuel matters that have simple situations.
Matters that don't concern him or pertain to him.

Once the political scene "calms the FUCK down" 2012 will be a grand year!
If it continues to slide into the eternal  toilet, then that Mayan Calendar prediction ain't such a bad thing ;>

side note: though the Catholic/ Jesuit institution did not agree with Ms. Fluke, they recognized her right to express it and fight for it.

buhbye winter

Let's talk about something FUN!
Did you get a load of the gorgeous summer weather that we had today!!
Oh man, all I saw was sunshine and blue skies.
The crocus peeping their wee heads up to take in the rays.
There is nothing like Spring springing up like an overly sugared 3yr old running through the sprinklers.
The day just screamed top down road trip, porch swing sitting, sipping your fav beverage and saying howdy to your neighbor and meaning it.
I am looking forward to this Summer.
I feel that this will be a very exciting year.
All the things that seem to be weighing me down, will melt like butter sitting on the breakfast nook table.
I am so ready to rediscover the seriousness I possessed at playing hard, like when I was a child.
This May, I will be apart of a group of grown ups, that will raise a Ruckus!!
4 miles and various obstacles challenges, that allow you to hoop, holler and get dirty.
So let us bring on the Sun, Fun and general Jovial happiness that comes with being alive!

Does God have a happy face ?

So!
Did you hear about the priest that showed his arrogance at a funeral?

He refused to give Communion to the deceased woman's daughter because she was a lesbian.
He even went as far as to walk off the altar when the daughter went to give the eulogy!

I am constantly amazed how Man, puts himself before God.
Interpreting( incorrectly), God's Word and Intentions. 
If it isn't the homosexual debate, it is the unborn argument.
It makes me tired that the person that is suppose to be my spiritual conduit to Christ can be morally bankrupt.

This behavior kept me out of Church for 20 years. Until finally; I just agreed that I could not allow Man, the shallow self-serving callow arrogant beast that he is, to keep me from God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit.

I know that not all priest, nuns, and those that give their life in service to the Church aren't douche bags. It would be awful nice to see a Serpico come out among one of them and power drive all the bad apples out.

side note: the woman was raised Catholic, was a practicing Catholic and even practice the teachings of Jesus.

I don't get it?

When I am asked " How's your day?", I receive the oddest looks when I respond,"Just waiting for the endtimes!"

Then I get the question,"What makes you think you're going to Heaven?"
To which I respond," Why do you believe that we will be in the same area?" 
Which brings me to the title of my blog.

The Endtimes Lemonade Stand is the refreshing last bastions before my foreverafter. 

Do you ever have those days when you just want to tell your:Boss, Boyfriend or general annoying jackass coworker to go to Hades?

We all have those dazed days when we just want to pull the covers over our head and wait for it to get better.
Some call it depression, some call it frustration and some call it a good time to start drinking in the morning.
I call it tired of the Bogus Shananigans of people trying to pull the wool over your eyes. People; like the guy trying to sell you soomething over the phone, or at your door.
The telemarketer who calls right at dinner time or just before you get into your shower/bath.
The boss that asks if you would stay late for the 5th time in a row or work your 6th Saturday shift.
Always promising to pay you back or give you a 3 day weekend.
The coworker who needs your special expertise to do a project, then spends the rest of the evening making dinner plans on the phone!
    
Have you ever had those days were you feel like you are the only one that read the Manual? What ever the maual is, you read the thing cover to cover in English, Spanish--even Korean?

Yet, you are treated as if you have a glittered nailed thumb in the middle of your forehead!

The endtimes is the exact moment when God calls Bull Shit.
When the collective have that final "aha!" moment,before going to their eternal home. They then proceed to be your friend, seek your alliance or ask for mercy. It's like the porch light went on and they get caught on their behavior.

I try to surround myself with good vibes. I believe that in the end, whatever I surrounded myself in life, I will be surrounded by in afterlife. I want to be able to  look God square in the eye, and not have him call Bull Shit!
So enjoy the juice that you serve at the party you host in life, because you will be drinking it forever, wherever you end up.

CHEERS!!

the oscar goes to...

Greetings  Readers,
Welcome to my 2012 Oscar rehash / re bash forum.
Ah the 84 Academy Awards ceremony! It was a beautiful show.
The fashion, the jewels , the bright shiny star sparkle couples.
Out of the nine films up for Best Picture, I realized I actually viewed  five of them!


I figured that the Academy would end this fabulous month of Black History, by giving the two top Actress spots to Viola Davis and Octavia Spencer. Octavia got Best Supporting Actress, and Viola got robbed.
Yes, Yes Yea, Streep was probably deserving of her Oscar for The Iron Lady; but, the movie was her portraying a historical figure. You nail the accent, the affectations and all that jazz, and people go ooh and aah.


Mrs. Davis added heart and soul to her character; of a woman, who not so long ago was seen  not as property, but less than property. Something handed down from mother to daughter like a heirloom.


It was wonderful to see Meryl walk over to Viola and shake her hand.
As if she knew that this was her True Contender.
There have been concerns over Billy Crystal's appearance in black face with Justin Bieber.
Yet no one caught the Monkey reference made by Fred Willard.
(He hoped that Gone With the Wind, would have some Flying Monkeys in it.)
Oops, really. Come on REALLY!!


Yes Virgina, JLo was showing some nipple.  The bodice of her plunging neckline didn't show real nipple. It just exposed some of the areola on her left boob.
She had it while standing in front of Tim Gunn, she still had it when she presented with Cameron Diaz. It Screamed at you!


Lastly, the boobish behavior of some of the presenters!
WTF was up with those two chicks from Bridesmaids? Playing a drinking game with Martin Scorsces' name. Really?
Then there was the JLo and Diaz's back to the camera comedy.What? Oh Oh Oh! and last but not least the preening stance of Angelina... Why?

Is new Hollywood so ass backwards, that entertaining the masses has come down to Schick.
In 1929, the Oscars ran for 50 minutes. It was probably good.
Reason being, those folks knew how to entertain!
Hollywood needs to be occupied. It is producing crap stars and crap cinema.

Tuesday night special

This blogging is difficult. You have to find interesting things to write on.
Since this Lenten season is upon me and I decided to give up booze, bitching and my bad attitude. This blog is even more difficult!

So last night I spent time with my sister. We went and saw Michael Jackson's Immortal tour. A Cirque de Soliel extravaganza. It was cheesy like pizza. I neither laughed or cried. The giant shoes and glitter glove was over the top Tacky.
I felt totally robbed of my money, and wanted to cry foul at the top of my lungs.

I will end this post like my Tuesday night ended, anti-climatic !

Aunt Flow sez!

   Looking at it from a woman's point of view. What's mine is mine. What's your's is mine and anything we acquire together is up for grabs.
So, that said, my vagina is not up for political or religious debate. It is not a platform for men to argue over! Be it the pill, abortion or if it spends the rest of it's life with another vagina. 
 Come on, men seem to be obsessed with my reproductive responsiblities. They feel that they have the right to chime in on how I get my birth control, pap smears or day after pills. Yet, these same men cannot see their way to control date rape pills, pediphile priest and general jackass dead beat daddies. 
  The only thing that men have in common; with my vagina, is just like me they passed through one. Hey Stupid, if you want to have a say on a woman's reproductive organs. I suggest that once a month you pull and replace the the plug for her. Keep it like you would keep your first car...oh wait Women are no longer property. So FUCK OFF!!

5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Ignition!

Hello new viewer,
Welcome to my world. Today is Thursday, Feb. 16th 2012.
We are post Valentines and approaching Lent.
The sun shone today and the weather was beautiful, yet I still found time to bitch.
Where does one begin?
Since I am new at this blogging thing, I will start small.( don't want ya'll reporting me to the FBI)
The Pope, the President and the Political debacle that is brewing into our 2012 election year.
It looks like this blog is going to be an iceberg....small and unassuming on the surface, a catatrosphic nightmare in the deep dark waters. Fasten your seat belts folks... its go time!!