Oh, the idiocy...

Honest to God - maybe I have my sights set wrong. Maybe I don't want an RV, but I want a space shuttle. I'm pretty tired of being here.
The anti gay marriage thing makes me want to throw up, choke someone and then line up all the idiots and kick them in the nuts, assuming they have them. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. We don't stand a mother effing CHANCE in this land until we stop making everyone who is "different" a big deal. Who the f*ck cares who likes who? And it all stems from religion, which leaked into politics, and the clusterfuck mess will never be straightened out. OVER IT.

I'm also over people who have 50 million pictures of themselves on facebook. Man, people are just shameless, aren't they? How many self made profile pics do you need? Do they need reassurance that they are pretty? Are they wanting someone in particular to see it and comment? I don't understand. I don't understand how their lives are so focused on what they look like that it leaks out into cyber world. Am I being judgmental enough? Stupid idiots!

And I continue to be "over" self righteous ding bats that do NOT actually know everything. Did you know there are people out there who...let's say they are single (as in not married) with no kids. There are people like this who actually are considered "masters"- people who are not judgmental, who are extremely wise in the ways of the world, who are able to carry conversations without being RIGHT. I guess though, that those people are few and far between, because honestly, it must be hard to even begin to guess what life with children and a spouse might be like when you live alone and you are the center of your own universe. But that's the magic, that's how you know that you've found someone worth listening to, someone worth engaging. Looks like I'm ready to clean out more friends. I'm not doing so well letting other people walk their path today. I would if I could, but unless I'm in full out celebration of them and their brilliant ideas and ways, it doesn't work out, and truly- they don't seem to be as aware of the full spectrum of what is possible. Which also makes them narrow minded. DISAPPEAR.

Now, onto what is precious to *me*.
Besides, you, Cullen and the kids, of course.
Adalane, at 7 months, almost 8 months. This kid is a freaking hysterical riot. She makes the biggest, hammiest, cheese! face you've ever seen. Her big brown eyes are the prettiest things...her hair is finally starting to grow in, in a brownish/reddish color, and she has a little colick in the back which is hilarious. She leaves bows and stuff on her head, and she screams and reaches out when she sees her giraffe. She moves and gets around everywhere and is almost crawling. She sleeps on her belly, and wants to feed herself badly. She is content all by herself. She will be able to beat Caiden up.
Caiden- OMG. He's changing so fast. His fauxhawk is long, you can almost see it growing day by day. He was pretty needy even a month ago, but is much better now that he can "play" with toys better- hitting things together, pushing buttons. He's almost 9 months now. He loves to eat, can self feed (not with a spoon, clearly), and laughs at everything. He's such a happy baby. GOD I love them. I'm so blessed to get to help nurture them.

How random is this? Out of a bazillion books in the world, out of the THOUSANDS of books on my nook, I picked out the very same book to read that CJ is reading in school. HA! We're reading the same book! The Giver. It's actually pretty interesting right now, the concept is pretty fascinating. To save you from running off to read it right this second (haha) I'll tell you just a little bit about it. Society is very strict, and "sameness" rules. There are 50 births per year max, and births are celebrated as a society once a year, so no matter when you're born during the year everyone celebrates at the same time. There are birthmothers who are chosen to give birth, and a family unit applies for a child. There are a max of 2 allowed, one boy, one girl. There are rituals that occur at each yearly celebration- One's do a certain thing, Two's do a certain thing, Three's, etc. It stops at age 12. At Eight, you begin volunteering in any area of interest you wish. Everything is logged, and at 12 the elders have picked your area of expertise and your course of training. You are almost an adult at 12, and trained for your life service. Also, everyone is put on some kind of pill to kill sexual urges, so that everything remains very controlled.
The most important person in the entire community is The Receiver, who carries all memories from all time. They have a gift that allows memories to be given to them, relieving whoever the previous Receiver was of the memories. Apparently life is also black and white, the climate is constant, there is no sun, no rain, no snow, because when the next Receiver is chosen and the Giver starts giving him his memories, he sees color for the first time.
Great concept. I'm happy to keep reading it, and I can't wait to see what CJ thinks of the book.
All that just to tell you how funny I thought it was that out of a bazillion books, I picked the one they are reading in his class. Random/There Are No Coincidences.
Okay, off to defriend/hide some folks that have wormed their way into my head and burrowed in in an irritating way. :) Maybe the Simpson Housing Shelter wants my stuff that I'm getting rid of? Maybe someone who gets into some housing would like something to make it feel like home? We're gonna find out!