rivkasmom: (SHUT UP!)
Serious weather changes going on, gusty wind and rain.  OWIE!

Rivka, STFU.  I do not want to make you pancakes right now.  There is perfectly good chicken and rice on the stove!  I do not want to teach you how to make pancakes.  I don't want to hear about pancakes.  I do not want to hear about what types of things people put on pancakes.  I do not want to help you find pancake mix.  I do not want you to eat syrup with a spoon.  Yes, you can have cookies for dinner, just GO AWAY!  While you're at it, turn down the TV.  No, I don't want to make you oatmeal. OK, fine. I have to get up and find my Imitrex.  Now that I'm up I'll make some oatmeal.  No I don't want to guess which packet you chose. I don't really care.  Just give me the packet!  (So help me G-d, if you take two bites and then tell me you're full, I'm going to have a coronary.)  No, you cannot change your mind and have scrambled eggs.  Chicken and rice, or oatmeal. 

Oh dear lord, when is this Imitrex going to kick in?

*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*

ETA:  Rivka didn't want to finish her oatmeal (of course).  The Imitrex always makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, so it was good that I had some oatmeal to keep my pill down.  Blargh.
rivkasmom: (Default)
1.  If you are going to unfriend someone, have the decency to PM them BEFORE you unfriend them.  Don't leave them hanging, and then come back with some lame ass excuse "Oh, I meant to send you a message, I just got busy."  Bullshit.  If you have time to unfriend me, you have time to tell me why.

2.  Why is it so freakin' hard to scroll past something that doesn't interest you, or you disagree with. I'm not always fascinated by your posts either, but you don't see me getting in a tizzy over it.  You'd think I'd curb stomped a puppy or something.  You're really going to throw out an otherwise good friend over a post? 

3.  Who ever is sending screen caps or whatever behind my back, knock it the frack off.  I don't need your help, thanks anyway.

4.  Save the drama for your llama.  This includes discussing my personal life in other people's journals.  Get a life of your own, this one is taken.

5.  If anyone out there is on the fence about unfriending me, this would be a good time to go for it.  You get a free pass, my Christmas present to you.  Don't worry about explaining anything, just do it.  If you stick around, I'm going to assume that you've read my profile and that you have at least a modicum of interest in my life.  Otherwise, have a great day, and don't let the door hit you on the way out.
rivkasmom: (Default)
If you are going to unfriend me, at least have the courtesy of PMing me and letting me know how I managed to piss you off.

I'm still getting posts from you, and when I try to respond it says "friends only", and won't let me say anything.  That's just plain rude.

If you don't like my politics, my parenting style, or what side I part my hair on, that's cool.  I'm a grownup, I can deal with it.  Just have some internet manners, OK?  
rivkasmom: (Default)
This is an awesome post.  http://esr.ibiblio.org/?p=2122

"The practice of kafkatrapping corrupts causes in many ways, some obvious and some more subtle. The most obvious way is that abusive and manipulative ways of controlling people tend to hollow out the causes for which they are employed, smothering whatever worthy goals they may have begun with and reducing them to vehicles for the attainment of power and privilege over others."

"One very notable pathology is a form of argument that, reduced to essence, runs like this: “Your refusal to acknowledge that you are guilty of {sin,racism,sexism, homophobia,oppression…} confirms that you are guilty of {sin,racism,sexism, homophobia,oppression…}.”
Go read the whole thing, it's worth it.

ETA:  I found this link in the comments to the blog entry.  http://archive.uua.org/ga/ga99/238thandeka.html ; Very powerful ideas in there.  I'm going to have to go over it again when I'm not so sleep deprived.


Jun. 30th, 2010 01:44 pm
rivkasmom: (Angrycat)
A friend of mine just posted this first hand account of the G20 riots.  It's long, but it deserves to be published far and wide.


Please cross post freely.  (Freely?  Oh, the irony.) 
rivkasmom: (Another Wankfest?)
I commented in a friend's journal last night, and this morning I woke up to an inbox full of wankery.

I just got unfriended by a bunch of people who can't tell when I'm being sarcastic, and don't have the nerve to ask me "Hey, what the heck did you mean by that?"  There was epic butthurt all around.  Of course, none of them were real life friends, because they would have been used to my sense of humor by now.  Still, a few of them were people that I kinda considered to be cool. 

Maybe it's the economy, or something in the water, but it seems to me that people are getting more and more thin skinned as time goes on.  People are taking things very literally, and then blowing them up to crazy proportions.  "If you really believe x, then you must think XXXXXX!  Nazi!!!" 

So from here on out, be warned.  I am silly, sarcastic, irreverent and occasionally not politically correct.  I own a gun, vote Libertarian, and I'm pro Israel 100%.  I think that everyone on the planet is created equal, and that nobody should get special rights, privileges, quotas, accommodations (except for disabilities). 

I judge individual people by their actions alone, not on fancy speeches, physical appearances, or group affiliations.  If you want to be my friend, show me.  I believe that there are good and bad, stupid and smart, ethical and evil people in every group.  There are always exceptions, and I am always open to finding them. 

If you think I'm out of line, say something.  If not, then you're a coward and I feel sorry for you.  Life is too short to be riding the Drama Llama all day.  
rivkasmom: (Frinkle Blankie)
OK, I get it. You are quirky and unpredictable, like a Barbara Streisand movie from the 70's. You think you're cute, and nobody knows what you'll do next. Snow right now would not be out of character for you.

Now, on behalf of my fibromyalgia, I'd just like to say QUIT IT!



PS: *ow*
rivkasmom: (Angrycat)
The night after our first RH services, someone tried to break into our synagogue. A screen was ripped off and a window forced open. Thank G-d the aron kodesh was locked! This is just a few days after the synagogue was spray painted with Nazi graffiti.

The next morning, I was asked by our shul's security committee if I still had my weapon and carry permit (I need to get that renewed).   We're asking the Va'ad for a heter that anyone can carry on Shabbos, regardless of eruv status. We have a lot of former IDF (and a few Mossad) vets at our shuls, who always carry. They are going to be teaching gun safety courses for anyone who wants them. I'm looking forward to target practice, but sorry that it's come to this.

In other news, I broke my toe.  On my right foot, the toe next to the big toe. I was at Rabbi T's house, helping move chairs around to accomodate some extra guests.  I stubbed my toe, but didn't give it another thought.  It really started hurting on the walk home.  By the time I got home, it was swollen up and getting a bit purple.  I still just thought that it was maybe jammed or bruised.  The next day it still hurt to walk on.  I doesn't hurt at all when I bend my toes down, but any pressure at all from the bottom pushing up is sharply painful.

I have it buddy taped for now, and I'm trying to stay off of it as much as possible.  Keeping weight off of the toe is going to throw my back out and make my muscle spasms worse.  At the moment it's an annoying throb, and I keep wanting to stretch my foot out and flex my toes.  It's like having an itch you can't scratch.

Of course, moving with a broken toe is not my idea of a good time.  Still, the cockroaches are getting more numerous on a daily basis, and they're giving me incentive to get packed up.  Now that Rivka is in school, she's remembering how nice it is to play with good kids.  She has very little patience for the shenanigans that go on around here, and she tells me she can't wait to get away from the "bad kids".  I'm so happy that she's come to that conclusion on her own.

Still, I'm going to miss Ida, my neighbor across the hall.  She's a trip.  She chain smokes 3 packs a day, she's quite elderly, and she's African American.  She has several paragraphs from the bible tattooed down both of her arms, and if you ask her how she's doing she always says "I"m blessed, I gotta testify!"  Every time I see her she's wearing a different wig, and she drinks beer like it's water.

Her health is not good, so I made sure she has my phone number if she needs anything.  Her daughter lives all the way down in Tacoma, and just lost her job so she doesn't have the gas money to visit as much as she'd like.  If I'm around, I always help Ida bring in her groceries.

Today, Rivka figured out that Ida had health issues, so she got all her friends together and had them make cards for her.  She wasn't home this afternoon, so they pushed the cards under her door.  My kid can be so sweet sometimes.
rivkasmom: (WTF Monkey!)

Crap.  Now I'm wide awake.

This makes me especially mad  because I spent the entire day cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom.  It's not like I'm leaving a buffet out for them.  Bastages. >:-{
rivkasmom: (Ewwwwww!)
The lady across the hall from me is disabled, and she gets a weekly food delivery.  She's been spending the last week at her daughters, so they left her box of food on her doorstep (and our hall is only 4 feet wide - our doors face each other.)  Now, living where I live I've come to accept a lot of funky odors, but after a few days it really started getting bad.  We have a rat problem, as well as roaches, so I finally looked into her food box to see what was going on. (I hate going into other people's stuff without their permission.)

Not only was there fresh fruit in there covered with fruit flies, but there was RAW chicken, too!  OMG so gross I nearly lost it.  I separated out all of the canned good that were OK and put them into a clean bag, and then tossed the rest of the box into the dumpster.  Thank G-d the smell is fading now, and it didn't get into the hall carpet.

I don't know what's up with the mold count right now, but it's got to be something spectacular.  I can't leave anything out overnight.  Bread turns blue and green in just a matter of hours.  A coffee cup turns into a petri dish.  It's like green fur is trying to take over the world, and it's starting with my kitchen.  Hard, unripe tomatoes that I put on my windowsill last night have turned into mush, and spawned a huge cloud of fruit flies.  Clorox wipes are my new best friend.

But the ultimate Eeeeeeew?  Yet another reason why I have to clean up after the dog as soon as she's done pooping.  The boys in the apartment building have started having poo wars.  That's right, they are picking up her poop and flinging it at each other.  They think this is hysterical.  I couldn't in a million years make that up.
rivkasmom: (Glasses Rivka)
There is a girl in my apartment building who is African American.  She's a bully, and likes to follow the other kids around and insult them.  She'll tell the other kids that their clothes look stupid, that they're fat, a fag, etc.  The other day she told my daughter that she "Had ugly yellow hair".  Rivka, completely not aware of the impact of her words, told her "I don't like brown people".  The AA girl's grandma over heard, and freaked the hell out.

I ended up spending nearly a half an hour over there apolgizing my ass off and explaining to Rivka about how we can have a problem with the way people behave, but NOT the way people look.  We judge people by their actions, and that's the ONLY thing we address.  I also remided her of all the other "brown" people in her life that she loved, and how it would hurt their feelings if they ever heard her say something like that.  (Rivka's best friend in the whole world is black/hispanic, and her mom and I take turns babysitting.)

The next day, the AA girl told Rivka that she "Was an ugly whitey yellow head, and not a human".  Rivka just bit her tongue and walked away.  

It really pisses me off that this girl gets a free pass. 
rivkasmom: (Cat does not approve)
Ugh.  One of the boys in my building pulled the fire alarm.  It rang for over an hour.  Finally a cop showed up to see if it was a real emergency.  Of course the kid had disappeared and his parents refused to open the door.  When the cop decided that there was no fire, he left. Because it was not an emergency, it took the fire department another hour and a half to get around to coming over and turning off the alarm.  I have no idea what the building management company was doing, if anything.

The kids thought that is was really cool that they got to see a cop and a fire truck, and the boy who pulled the alarm is now a role model for the rest of them. 

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Damn kids.
rivkasmom: (Default)
I'm trying to find a place to live, that we can afford.

I would like to avoid rap music, loud cussing/fighting, and gunshots at 3am. Where do poor people live who *don't* want to get shot at? Does such a place even exist anymore?

I am so fucking tired of the gang culture, gansta rap, ghetto crap that passes for "African American Diversity (tm)". I don't buy into that whole "they're poor, they can't help it" patronizing, apologist bs. I know lots of people of color who came from poor, disenfranchised backgrounds, who didn't have any advantages at all, who made something of their lives. People who managed to NOT become drug dealers, gangbangers, girlfriend beaters, or baby makers. Why can't I live next door to them?

If I have to give up everything, sell all my posessions, put my dogs in foster homes, and take only what I need, then I had better be moving out of this damn country, and getting into a little apartment in Israel. (Ashkelon would be perfect, but Me'ah Shearim has it's charms, and my friend Zahava lives there.) Living on THE LAND would make up for every sacrifice I would have to make to get there.

But that aint gonna happen, at least not right now.

If I have to do all that stuff, and end up in some scuzzy neighborhood, away from all of my friends, and be afraid to go to the grocery store by myself, I am going to be absolutely, unconsolably miserable. I know, because I've done it before, and got the t-shirt. I swore I would bring up my daughter in a better environment, and now it looks like I may have to break that promise. I can't protect her forever, but the first 5 or 6 years would be nice.

It seems that as the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer, that the violence comes in to fill up the gap that is left behind. I would rather live in a country where you are far more at risk getting hit by a crazed Israeli taxi driver, or the one in a million chance that a terrorist might randomly launch a Kassam in my direction, that to have to endure the daily, nightly, never ending barrage of hiphop, gunfire, and machismo that I see on almost every city block around here.

Does this make me a bad person? Is it too much to ask? Can I find a house to rent that will accept dogs? Stay tuned and find out!

January 2012



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