Nov 07 2009
∞
(via josh)
In N Out Jealousy
+
∞
(via theprincessblog)
Nov 01 2009
∞
Oct 27 2009
∞
(via disneydoll)
Oct 25 2009
∞
Oct 16 2009
∞
So I just had this link sent to me.
Warning: If you love Pit Bulls as much as I do, don’t click this link (even though I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WILL ANYWAYS because I did and I totally regret it)
http://blogs.westword.com/latestword/2009/10/leaked_photos_of_dead_pit_bull.php
Basically it shows a bunch of pit bull carcasses from the ban in Denver. The photographs were taken in 2006.
I actually had to get up from my desk, walk around for a while and then sit back down to post this because I was nauseated.
It’s sickening, it’s disturbing and it’s absolutely terrible.
I still can’t talk about Michael Vick without “cocksuckermotherfucker” being attached to his name.
My day just got totally ruined.
All I wanna do is go home and hug on Izabel.
I just don’t understand how any city could do this (for 20ish years) and be OK with it. SRSLY, Fuck you Denver. I understand there have been many attacks and such but holy hell my chihuahua mix is meaner than my pit bull. I’d say most of the time it is the owner’s fault, pit bulls require a TON of training and attention. I hate when people just stick them out in the backyard and put a big spiked collar and chain on them and show off their “vicious” dog to all their friends. What kind of life is that? I mean basically all dogs need to be socialized to some extent or else they turn into fearbiters or something worse. Izabel goes with me to petsmart all the time. I get a lot of the glares from mothers with small children and it breaks my heart. Normally Iz is rocking a pink sweater and her “bye-bye” scarf, how could you possibly be afraid of something so ridiculous?! People have told me “just wait, she will turn on you, there is nothing good about a pit bull” in which I usually tell them to fuck off and DIAF, I have control over my dog. If I ever thought she would “turn” and snap on me then I sure as hell wouldn’t let my little sister Abby, who I am almost too protective of, anywhere near her.
And this is just plain retarded :”But Denver’s ban applies to any dog that looks like a pit bull. The animal’s actual behavior does not matter.”
It is just not fair.
This rant is all out of angst, i didn’t proofread anything so it is probably stupid and you can totally make fun of me. I am just really upsetasaurus rex about it. I knew it was going on but to actually see pictures just made my heart break into a million pieces.
Pit Bulls can be kind and wonderful dogs. Is so sad that a lot of places won’t give you home insurance if you have a pit bull. The whole situation with these dogs is very sad.
Oct 13 2009
∞
Christine Rodgers. My Grandmother.
Today, we finally managed to get her to open up and talk a little. This woman is a vault, she has an amazing memory and has kept so many secrets, in her own words ‘a lot of people will be happy when I’m dead’, cos the secrets will die with her. I’m not talking State Secrets, but the secrets of a small town which could cause horrific scandal.
Born in 1911, in Kansas City. She moved with her parents and 5 siblings to a farm in the Badlands near to the Montana boarder. She grew up during the depression, with little money, but ‘boy, they did not suffer’. They got 1000 pounds of flour and 100 pounds of sugar each year (how I’m not sure) and this is what they lived off and used to barter for luxuries, such as dried fruit for jellys.
Everyday they were up and out doing chores by 6am, they ran a full farm with cows, pigs, chickens and vegetables, and a damn clean house. If Chrissy ever had a spare minute, she was scrubbing the kitchen chairs. And the food, god it sounds incredible. 6 meals a day!
3 prunes as soon as they got up, then 3 pancakes for breakfast as soon as they came out of the pan. One kid (whoever was free) and her Alga would be making them, pretty much like on a production line, then a one egg cake was thrown in the oven for the mid-morning snack, at ten with a cup coffee. For lunch, the kids would have to scrub and oil a bag of potatoes to be put in the oven by 7 or 8, so there would be baked potatoes with butter for lunch. More cake and coffee for the mid afternoon snack, then a dinner of potato soup, or pork chops preserved in lard.
Her mother presented guests arriving at any time with french toast and buffalo berry jelly, she baked bread every day, she made her own soap from sifted pig fat, sifted ashes and lye. This they used as detergent, hand and body wash, and shampoo.
Chrissy baked 6 lemon meringue pies every weekend. Spending Saturdays making the crusts and Sundays the fillings for when the boys came over to play baseball.
They had nothing, were poorer than poor, but it sounds amazing. They had amazing food to eat, 6 times a day but they worked like oxes, and were all incredibly slender. It’s a life I can’t even begin to understand. Me, the laziest, greediest, most glutinous and selfish human being I know, the idea of getting up at 6 and working till 10 at night…its a whole ‘nother world. Tomorrow I’m going to harass her for more information and stories, about the romantic Badlands in the 1930s. I heard a little about Montana during the second world war, but I’ll gather some more tomorrow.
Oh, and this is a professional head-shot she had taken in town in 1943, for my Grandpa Spark to take to war with him.
I love personal histories. I really love history in general.
