You have got to be kidding me

Can someone please explain to me why I'm supposed to feel bad for this woman?

http://www.post-gazette.com/stories/local/neighborhoods-city/wild-dogs-kill-2-year-old-who-fell-into-zoo-exhibit-660660/

Yes, I feel bad for the kid. That's horrible. And I feel bad for the dog. Also horrible. But the woman? No.

According to multiple reports the woman lifted her kid up on the railing and let him go.

I repeat :

LET

HIM

GO

And the kid fell in and got eaten.

How is this not negligence? How is this not manslaughter?

Why is it that when a mom leaves her kids in a hot car it's a crime but in other dangerous situations I'm supposed to feel badly for her?

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure she's going to feel bad forever. SHE SHOULD. When you kill your own kid because you're an idiot you SHOULD feel badly forever.

Yet people feel sorry for her.

Yes, accidents happen. And I feel terribly when they do. But this to me seems like more than a simple accident.

(And yes. I am knocking on wood that when I have kids I don't do anything incredibly stupid.)

Told you

So, I post a blog about how I'm trying to get prepared for a disaster and people look at me askance.

Then, Sandy hits.



People are ordered to evacuate. They don't. They die.

Yes. It's sad. But they should have:

A) Been prepared

B) EVACUATED

And now people are complaining that the government is taking too long to come save them. Really?

I'm very disapointed in how dependent our country's people are on being helped out of every situation. If they had been prepared and listened to instructions, they'd be fine. Their stuff might be gone but they'd be fine.

And then to have the nerve to blame the federal government or the RED CROSS? You have got to be kidding me. In no way is the Red Cross responsible for saving you people. The people who they do help are lucky and it shouldn't be expected.

Yep. I told you so.

Though, Bloomberg really should cancel the marathon. That's just silly.

http://news.yahoo.com/isolated-nyc-borough-says-help-slow-sandy-064220250.html

http://news.yahoo.com/fuel-scarce-east-coast-struggles-recover-storm-000645293.html

Fair trade is the only trade!

So I'm a member of this cool thing called Bzz Agent where they send me stuff to try and I talk about it.

Rarely so I like something so much that I post it here.

But we all know that I'm a big softy at heart so when I was sent fair trade coffee from Green Mountain Coffee I got really excited.

It's the little things that make the biggest difference.

It's California, people!

So, I live in California - home of big earthquakes and big fires.

Because of this, my husband and I have started getting prepared for a disaster.

Now, I don't mean that we're creating some weird underground bunker/gun storage warehouse. No. We're just getting together some canned food and medical supplies and creating a plan for what to do if I'm at work when a disaster happens.

BUT, whenever we tell anyone about this they act like we're the insane guy from World War 2 who shoots flies from his front porch.

I don't get it.

I understand why people don't prepare themselves. People are lazy and they think bad things will never happen to them.

But they DO. Does no one remember the Northridge quake or 9/11 or Hurricane Katrina?



So fine. Don't take care of yourself. I really don't care because I'll be chowing down on canned food while you're getting shot while looting. Fine by me.

But to think we're going overboard is what I don't understand.

All I know is nobody better come knocking on my door when they need food and water!

It's not that bad! - Day 7

So I don't cry as much as I thought I did! I only cried three more times in the week.

• During "Parenthood." But I cry during every episode of "Parenthood."
• During a "Downton Abbey" episode.
• I adopted a dog for 12 hours on Saturday. I loved that dog. He was adorable. He also caused my elderly cat not to eat, drink, or sleep. So I had to give the dog to an adoption place. I definitely cried then.

The whole crying thing wasn't nearly as bad as I expected.

There she goes again - Day 1

I cry over everything. And I mean everything. Commercials, homeless people, an outdoor cat, everything. Anything. I always have.

My mom says when I was two years old I watched the movie "The Last Unicorn" and started sobbing hysterically at the end. That was the beginning of it all.



It's kind of a running joke because no one who has met me understands how I can cry over absolutely everything. Especially because I'm kind of a rough and tumble type girl and I swear I don't like humanity - yet I cry over it all of the time.

I can't think of the cockroach that had to be killed in my office at work two months ago without crying. It's nuts.

So my plan is to track my crying for a week to see how much I really do cry. Maybe I don't cry as much as I think I do.

Well, we shall see.

So here we go:

As of 11:09 am on the first day I have cried three times. All three times were during a speech President Obama gave to the UN about the violence taking place because of the anti-Muslim video.

Temecula on Weeds

When I was five my parents moved me from Los Angeles to Temecula, California. There was one stoplight. No matter where I would go I would tell people I was from Temecula and they would say, "Where?" I could be an hour away from Temecula and people wouldn't know where it was.

It was a huge deal when we got a Target.

Well, slowly that has begun to change and now when I say where I am from they go, "Oh, really?" People actually know where it is.

Let me tell you, people, growing up in Temecula in the '80's and '90's was much different than it appears to be now. We had ONE high school. One.

But, alas, I have been vindicated. Because I love the show Weeds. And when I was watching this week's episode, Conrad says he's working with an organic farm in Temecula. YES! Vindication!

It's nice to exist.

Thanks, Weeds. I'll miss you.