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Before P.C.

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Doing some genealogical research on my family lately, I came upon my great-grandfather's sisters, Mildred, Hazel, and Salonie. They were all alive when I was young and I remember each of them fairly well. Aunt Mill, Aunt Hazel, and Aunt Fatty were what we called them. It was a few minutes before it struck me as odd because it was so ingrained, but, yes, we called her Aunt Fatty; everyone did.

Yes, Aunt Fatty was rather large, but the name was never meant - and I don't believe was ever taken - as an insult. We Cajuns, especially, are notorious for tagging loved ones with nicknames and, more often than not, these names come to be used, by family and friends alike, more than given names.

Everyone called her Aunt Fatty, and as a child I never thought a thing about it. It never even occurred to me that it was an insult or in any way derogatory; she called herself "Aunt Fatty" to us as well. It wasn't until I was older, and living in this overly politically correct world that it struck me as irregular.

Then there were The Dummies. They were neighbors who had been around forever, and in our small town, were almost like family. The wife and husband were both deaf and dumb, though they communicated well enough with everyone in their way; people were used to them and their garbled words and hand gestures, so it wasn't impossible to communicate with them for the local folks. However, I never did, and still don't, know their true names - first or last. They were Mr. and Mrs. Dummy. It sounds cruel; it wasn't. They knew they were Mr. and Mrs. Dummy, and they accepted it as unblinkingly as my Aunt Salome accepted being Aunt Fatty.

There were no lawsuits, no angry retorts, no bruised egos. All three were good people whom everyone knew and loved. The names were simply monikers that were placed on them; yes, they happened to hold nuggets of truth, but it wasn't an insult...it simply was. And no one thought any more about it.

It's hard to imagine something like that in today's absurdly p.c. world. People's acutely sensitive egos bruise at the very slightest imagined insult to their race, person, or creed. It seems back in the day, people actually had better things to be worried about.

Leave Shawn Hornbeck Alone

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

Poor Shawn Hornbeck's name is in the news every time I turn around, and the Internet is filled with articles, blog posts, comments on pieces written, and every kind of written-medium that exists online about him, his kidnapping and subsequent rescue.

What has appalled me, more than anything, is the number of articles I've seen written implying that Shawn had ample time and chance to escape that he never took; some of these ignorant pieces went so far as to suggest Shawn preferred being with Devlin because he didn't have to go to school and could play video games all day.

I've seen the same sentiment from the general public in forums and comments on such articles. There seems to be this entire idea floating around that Shawn is somehow undeserving of our pity and prayers because he didn't try to escape his captor.

The last thing Shawn needs is for ignorant people to be making sweeping judgments on him for what he did or didn't do. I'm sure it's quite easy, from the comfort of your safe home, to sit there and judge Shawn on how he reacted to an experience which you have no hope ever even beginning to comprehend. Few of us will ever have to experience such a terrifying and terrible ordeal - much less as little children.

Shawn was a mere child, taken from his home by an abusive, brutal, controlling, sociopath who abused him mentally, emotionally, and physically for four years. If Devlin hadn't beat Shawn down into numb, fearful submission do you think he would have let him go out and about all the time? Michael Devlin got into Shawn's head and had him so terrified, numbed, and brain-washed that there is no way anything he did or said during his captivity can be blamed on him. People, he was/is A CHILD! Even if he was an adult, can you imagine what he had to go through in his mind to survive the trauma he was facing on a daily - probably most likely a minute-to-minute - basis?

Bill O'Reilly says:

I think when it all comes down, what's going to happen is, there was an element here that this kid liked about the circumstances ... The situation here for this kid looks to me to be a lot more fun than what he had under his old parents...

Yes, because, being with someone who emotionally, mentally, and physically abuses and mind-fucks you every day for four years is just like going to Disney World; I can totally see his point. Why would Shawn want to be home, in a loving environment, involved with school and friends when he could spend his days with a restaurant employee who has no friends and collects sex toys and adolescent boys for hobbies? I mean, what's the comparison?!

Bill O'Reilly is an idiot, as is everyone else condemning or pointing their nosy, self-righteous little fingers at Shawn Hornbeck. Until you've walked four years in his shoes and survived - shut up and keep your ignorant opinions to yourself. Leave that poor boy alone and let him begin the healing process that he will be going through the rest of his life.

Twins, Triplets, & Quads, Oh My!

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a die-hard Sims 2 fan (case in point: SkaSIMlaki).  For some reason, I also love having twins in my game.  Even as a child, the idea of multiple births has always fascinated me.  Remember those little Quints dolls?  *Loved* those.

So I was fairly disappointed when The Sims 2 shipped out with only twins available for Sim parents-to-be.  Just a few months ago, I discovered a triplets/quad hack at MATY that even had a random option (because I like my multiple births to be a surprise).

Since downloading the hack, I have been drowning in multiple-birthed babies!  Pleasantview, last time I played, recorded THREE multiple births, and well-known resident, Brandi Broke, became a grandmother of six boys overnight!  How, you ask?  Her twin daughters had babies...many babies.  Isabel had quads (four boys) and Catelyn had twins (two boys).  Talk about a busy night at the hospital!

But, really, I can't complain because they're so cute:

Samson Harris  Oren Harris

Becoming Orange

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

I've always been a dark, red-toned type of gal.  The color of my sign and my personal favorite color were one in the same: blood red; it fit me perfectly.

I never had much taste for the brighter hues in the spectrum.  I remember trying to wear a bright yellow top as a teen; I just couldn't pull it off.  The color wasn't me.  There was nothing bright, sunny, and happy about me.  I disliked hot pinks, bright blues, neon greens, sunny yellows, and mind-numbing oranges.  Orange, most of all, didn't sit well with me; I always listed it as my least favorite color.

I did like the softer tones of these colors, but still none of them moved me like the deep, dark nearly-smothering intensity of a deep, dark red.

In the last year, I started liking the color orange.  A lot.  You may have noticed - my website went the way of the fruit, as did my MySpace page and this blog.  I loved orange - loved, loved, loved the warm, soothing colors of pale to neon-bright orange!

What had happened?  I know taste buds change with age, but your preference in color?  There was a time I would never be caught dead with the color orange on my person - and you certainly wouldn't find me using it in my web design!  Now, I can't get enough of the fun, inviting, fruity color!

I'm still trying to figure out just what it means.  As I step into 2007, preparing to make the jump into the big 3-0, I find myself changing - maturing and growing, if you will - in so many ways.  I've given up my beloved, cynical blogs aimed at sucky celebrities and their suckier fans for more positive, and uplifting labors of love such as Love My Gut and a blog for Bleeding Out The Pain (my current in-the-works projects).  I find myself desiring to eat healthier, take better care of my body, do more for my self and well-being as well as for the world at large and for our society.

I'm sure that's looking pretty deeply into a favorite color change, but for those who know me - turning into a lover of orange isn't some minor change in personality.  I think it signals a change, and I feel...I really do...that it's going to be a great one.

A-Z of Me

Friday, January 19th, 2007

My buddy Rose has tagged me to do a meme; hopefully waking me out of my no-posting slumber...

Let's get to it...


A- Available or single? Aren't those the same thing? Regardless, I'm quite happily taken, thank you.

B- Best Friend? Brandon & Rose.

C- Cake or Pie? Neither, really. I'm not that big into sweets - I'd choose fruit over cake any day.

D- Drink of Choice? Non-alcoholic: Water or Black Tea. Alcoholic: Wine.

E- Essential Item? My computer(s), hands down.

F- Favorite Color? It's always been blood red, but in the last year (as you can see from my website, this blog, MySpace, etc.) I've developed this huge affinity for the color orange.

G- Gummi Bears or Worms? Oh, Gummi Bears! I love those things (except the green ones - never the green ones).

H- Hometown? I hail from a little town called Maringouin in Iberville Parish located in southern Louisiana. It's Cajun French or Indian (depending on who you ask) for "mosquito"; a fitting name as it has two, not one, bayous running through it. It's pronounced mah-ring-gwin.

I- Indulgence? Candlelit bubble baths.

J- January or February? February. January just sucks, always. And the month of Feb. brought me my awesome little sister back in 1981 so I'm rather fond of it.

K- Kids and names? No and none.

L- Life is incomplete without? Love.

M- Marriage Date? Don't have one. But The Worm and I celebrate consider our get-together date as August 28, 2001.

N- Number of Siblings? Two, both younger and one of each.

O- Oranges or apples? Oranges, yum!!

P- Phobias/Fears? Stickers and receipt paper (esp. wet). Don't ask.

Q- Favorite Quote? "Shake off all the fears of servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear." - Thomas Jefferson

R- Reason to Smile? Sweetpea.

S- Season? Fall - every single thing about it.

T- Tag three people! Ryan, Andy, and Justice.

U- Unknown Fact About Me? My school bus was hit by a train in Kindergarten.

V- Vegetable you hate? Spinach. (I love fruits & veggies so much, I really had to think hard on this one!)

W- Worst habit? Laziness.

X- X-Rays you’ve had? Legs and lower back.

Y- Your favorite food? Pizza.

Z- Zodiac? Scorpio, and proud!


Wednesday, January 17th, 2007

Phone conversation with my Dad two minutes ago...

"Yes, who's calling?"

...sound of loud bar in the background.

"Dad," I answer, "it's me, Shanna. I'm just calling to give you my new cell number."

"Shan! I'm so glad you called - I have a question for you. We're here at the bar and ---static and bar noise cut him out some--- and we keep seeing this and I thought you might know what it is...---static and noise---assmonkey...---static and noise---."


"Yeah, assmonkey. What is it?"

"You said 'assmonkey', right?"

"Yes, I said if anyone would know what it means, it'd be one of my kids."

I'm unsure how to take this.

"It just means a really stupid person, Dad. Like an idiot - just slang."

"Ah ok!! That makes sense! Ok, great. So this is your new number, huh?"

"It is."

"Ok, I'll be sure and store it - thanks, love you."

"No problem; glad I could help. Love you, Dad."


One thing my life never is, is dull.

Hopefully This Will Help

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

In a few minutes I'm headed out to a physical therapy/pain management session set up by my doctor in hopes of helping ease the pain in my injured back.

I'll let you know how it goes.