Interesting, makes you think.

The notion of God as the Creator is wrong, claims a top academic, who believes the Bible has been wrongly translated for thousands of years.

This may piss off the people who ardently claim, despite any kind of irrefutable logic, that the Earth is only 5,000 years old. I mean, if you have faith, why do you have to reconcile it to a timeline? Why 5,000 years? I don't recall the Bible itself actually giving a creation date.

Honestly, I find nothing earth shattering in the above claim. The Earth could have already been here, but life wasn't. Isn't God supposed to be a creator of life? Translations of an ancient document over time (The Bible)...well, a lot of the original intended meaning was probably lost. Think about it. Even if God did write it, you really think we could get it right? There are problems in translation at times even when you speak the same language as the person you're trying to understand. Hebrew was translated into Greek, Latin, a fuckload of other languages and *finally* English. And then King James had to have his own version. Then there is the whole Catholic/Protestant thing.

I just don't think we'll ever fully get it, this side of life.

Any thoughts? Feel free to say anything. I love hearing from everyone else's viewpoints.

I peed with joy

It started with this and quickly sploded into an internet clusterfuck.

WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS? A new level of stupid has been attained. And now, there are T-shirts even!

But the funny really begins with this story.

Topless Robot is made of awesome!

And now I'm kind of backish.

A few days ago I just got out of the hospital. AGAIN.

UTI. AGAIN.

I'm seriously getting over seeing the inside of a fucking hospital room. And I'm still not feeling great. Hence, the rant below. I'm feeling extremely weak, and am currently riding the red river with Auntie Flo.

The next idiot who crosses my path will die a death of 1,000 stomps to their stupid face.

Aaaaand if having a UTI and Aunt Flo's lovely visit isn't enough......it's looking like Homegirl Mania's here to hang out.

Oh boy.

I just hope the crash doesn't come before Sunday, damnit. I have a 6 year anniversary coming up!

In other news...I'm kind of making an experimental rant journal. Not too sure how much I'll use it. Especially since I can't code Blogger layout to save my ass. It's called BitchPuppy.

And now, finally, back to the show!

Fuck, I haven't written in this thing in forever!

One of the fucked up things about staying at home all day...pretty much every day, is that I get tired of the god damned phone. I think it's because of my ex-husband. Now he's not the typical asshole stalker kind of ex. He's a great guy. He pays his child support every month. He is a loving and involved father who takes his daughter to school every day. I will always care about him as a person and as the father of my Boo. But he does tend to call a lot. A lot. I mean in upwards of 5x/day sometimes. It's like, I love ya man, but dude, that's way too fucking much! No wonder the phone rings and I'm like, "Fuck!" before I even know who's calling just because I'm tired of the phone ringing.

Boo is in first grade now. First. Grade. My baby girl, in first grade. It doesn't seem possible. I miss her so much during the day. It's quite an adjustment for her too, but I think she'll end up enjoying herself. She comes home tired.

Aunt Flo's back 5 FUCKING DAYS EARLY and she brought Crampy, Moody, and Bitchy. Hopefully Weepy will stay the fuck home. That's all I fuckin need. And hopefully I'll be done by the end of the week. Because I need sex. And I can't get it because the Red Sea flows from my vagina and my uterus feels like it wants to cave in on itself. I got a knockout cramp from my ovary this month that had me doubled over. It only lasted about 5 seconds, but wow. For the first couple of days I could've gladly heated a spoon with a lighter and scooped out my girly organs myself if I thought the pain would go away.

Going to see my 2 best friends this weekend. And there will be cheesecake! Seeing as I'm flowing, I can't get laid this week. And her cheesecake is as good as. Seriously. It's sex on a plate. I want it. Now. I don't even care what kind she makes. I just want it.

The little kitten that has been running around here has been declawed.

Kitten. DECLAWED. Outside.

Next time I see his owner I'm going to punch her. Hard. Or not, but I WILL tell her what I think of her. Which is that she's a stupid and selfish bitch. I am against declawing in general. In most civilized countries, it's illegal. It's mutilation. Most people don't even know what it is. They don't simply take a cat's claws. Imagine being annoyed with your fingernails, so you amputate your finger up to the first or second knuckle. That is what thousands of people do to their cats because they are too lazy to train them to a scratcher. SORRY. That's how I feel. It took me a grand total of 2 farking days to train my cat to the scratcher. Not. That. Hard.

On top of that, this kitten is *always* outside. Because his crackhead owners can't be messed to bother with him. I fed him siome. He was very hungry. Then I felt his claws and my annoyance with his owners turned to outrage. This kitten is outside with no way to defend himself. He can't even hunt.

Poor baby. And people wonder why I think most of the human race is destined to devolve into poo flinging monkeys.

Little chipmunk friend

I put out a cracker or 2 a day, anymore, because we have a little chipmunk friend. He was here last summer and this summer. I think he's a boy because I've never seen any baby chipmunks around. I think at the beginning of next month I may buy a supply of nuts and seeds for him so he can start fattening up, because I've grown to adore the little guy. I had to google it.. But this is a pretty nifty site.

I really need to get a picture of the little devil. He's so cute, and he'll go right up to the window where my cat is and just sit there and nibble his cracker. He doesn't give a *shit*. I think it's because my back porch is kind of closed off and he has several places in which to hide, so he's a cocky little thing.

I'm thinking of naming him.

Finally through the worst of it

Though fuck me almighty I was SICK! Oh, and that's not EVEN the best part. I was hospitalized, this couple of weeks, a grand total of three times. Twice at Columbus, once at Franklin. Because nobody could seem to come to a general fucking consensus (even in one hospital, according to Columbus!) as to WHAT THE FUCK WAS ACTUALLY WRONG WITH ME?

Blergh. Finally got it pinned down, to what amounts, AGAIN, to a severe urinary tract infection! So I'm now on the right medicine and I'm finally keeping things down, because shit you not, I could keep nothing down. I'm following up w/my family doctor as soon as I can get in (which will be 2-3 weeks for sure, and it SUCKS but there's not one fucking thing I can do about it.) But yeah. I'm just got through a day of staying at Mom and Dad's (I stayed a night, then came home for a day, then went back for another day and had to come home today, because though I love my Mom and Dad, they drive me batshit. I HATE getting mad at Mom because I always feel so horrible about it, and Dad anymore too, I just don't want to fucking argue. I don't know how long I have with them. And yet, I stay longer than a day and I want to beat my own brains in with a blender.

So that's pretty much been my two weeks in a nutshell. No debit card because Centra sucks at relaying information to their fucking Cardholder services. I should've been referred to a different number to request a new card and they told me they could when they couldn't...it was all a bunch of shit. Long story short, with a quick escalation to the supervisor, my card is getting FedExed to me at their cost. Damn straight.

If only I could get such satisfaction with my health now, knock on wood, I'm feeling healthier than I have in almost 3 weeks. Fuck!