The Differences Are Like Night & Day

If a conservative doesn't like guns, he doesn't buy one. If a liberal doesn't like guns, he feels that no one should have one.

If a conservative is a vegetarian, he doesn't eat meat. If a liberal is, he wants to ban all meat products for everyone.

If a conservative sees a foreign threat, he thinks about how to defeat his enemy. A liberal wonders how to surrender gracefully and still look good.

If a conservative is homosexual, he quietly leads his life. If a liberal is homosexual, he loudly demands legislated respect.

If a Black or Hispanic are conservative, they see themselves as independently successful. Their liberal counterparts see themselves as victims in need of government protection.

If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation. A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him.

If a conservative doesn't like a talk show host, he switches channels. Liberals demand that those they don't like be shut down.

If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn't go to church. A liberal non-believer wants any mention of God or religion silenced.

If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it. A liberal demands that the rest of us pay for his.

Good Mourning, Goodbye.

We all suffer loss and we all move through five distinct stages of grief.

- We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable. We can't imagine it's true.
- We become angry with everyone, angry with survivors, angry with ourselves
- And then we bargain. We beg, we plead. We offer up everything we have. We offer up our souls in exchange for just one more day.
- When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we have done everything we can.
- So, we let go. We let go and move into acceptance.


Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

It isn't just death we have to grieve. It's life, it's loss, it's change. And when you wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes...it has to hurt so bad...the thing you gotta remember is that it can turn on a dime.

But that's how you stay alive...when it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive. And you remember that one day, somehow, impossibly, it won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.

Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do is try for honesty. The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it. The best we can do is to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. No, the very worst part is that the very minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again. And always... EVERY TIME... it takes your breath away.

To the writers of Grey's Anatomy, THANK YOU.

I'm Open Minded, but...

...I think the very last thing on my "Bucket List" would be get naughty in a trash bin. I'm just sayin'...

Here's the story:

Couple's trash bin tryst takes wrong turn

The couple wanted to be alone but were held up at knifepoint instead
The Associated Press
updated 3:44 p.m. CT, Tues., Sept . 15, 2009

WICHITA, Kan. - A tender moment in a trash bin went all wrong for a couple who found themselves being held up at pocket knifepoint.

Police said two 44-year-olds had climbed into a dumpster to be alone just after 6 p.m. Saturday when two men interrupted them and demanded their belongings. Officers said the man and woman were engaged in "an intimate moment" when they were robbed of their shoes, jewelry and the man's wallet.

Police said one of the robbers was a 64-year-old man who egged his 59-year-old companion on during the robbery.

The suspects were found a short time later and the stolen property was returned.

Who's My Daddy?

I was awakened by an early morning phone call recently that wasn't a pleasant one at all. On the other end was a girl that I've been having problems with for a few months...(ugh!!)

While giving her what I felt was the best tongue lashing of her life, she mentioned something that she probably believed would hurt me... something that would be painful to hear.. something that would resemble a verbal stab...and something that people have made jokes about before. I have to tell you I take great pleasure in knowing that the words didn't hurt at all. In fact, the words spoke more to her character flaws than my own.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.. I AM CURRENTLY LIVING WITH MY PARENTS!! *gasp* Yes, it's true. I decided that while I was on hiatus (spin for unemployed), I would come home to NC and spend the time that I had with my aging parents. I didn't have to come here. I could have stayed in Alabama, or moved back to Nashville or Springfield.. but I wanted to spend some time with Mom & Dad.

I'm not trying to justify my actions to the girl who is trying to cause me pain; I just want it posted publicly so that maybe someone else who is in my same situation might take the time to evaluate what is important. That's what I've tried to do.

Look, I'm one of those girls who never got along with her father. WE FOUGHT CONSTANTLY when I was growing up. He was not free with the compliments, and I certainly didn't know how to keep my mouth shut with my displeasure. Bottom line, we were not close.

Fast forward to today: I've been home since the end of March, and my father and I have gotten close. We spend time together and we laugh together; we may have some verbal jousts here and there, but nothing hostile or mean... just loud discussions that usually end in laughter. Kind of like my talk shows.

Conclusion: I have longed for, my entire life, a good relationship with my Dad. So make fun of 40 year old woman living at home with her parents. It's okay! Because I wouldn't trade these moments with my Dad for anything in the world. I love you, pops!

Venomous Snakes

OK North Carolina just passed a law to ban venomous snakes in court houses. Uh -- has that been a problem in the past?? Or have they finally come to their senses and banned liberal left wingers from the halls of justice? ;>)

Local Hyperbole

I've got much to say since I've been on hiatus, but I thought I'd start with this , a very interesting "column" from a local attorney here in Moore County, NC.

Those that know me realize that I had to respond. After all, this is what I do as a right winged, wingnut! LOL Here is my letter to the editor for the Pilot Newspaper in Southern Pines, NC.


Dear Editors:

My name is Pamela Furr and I guess I am one of those "right wing" radio talk show hosts that Mr. Rhodes fulminated about in his highly entertaining column last Sunday. OK, let's face it -- the column was wrongheaded and full of hyperbole. Call me a nut, though (and Mr. Rhodes already has, I guess, by inference) - but a full life and a profession spent interviewing politicians (yes, including Mr. Obama) have caused me to consider extreme wrongheadedness to be highly entertaining!

Imagine my surprise and delight while visiting my parents on Easter Sunday as I opened up my hometown paper to stumble upon some of the vilest tripe masked as satire I have read in quite some time (I have to think that somewhere in Dublin, seismologists are scratching their heads over the rhythmic spinning underneath Jonathon Swift's grave). Normally one does not encounter such vitriolic wit outside of rest stop bathroom walls. Bravo, Mr. Rhodes!!! Bravo!

I am not interested in matching Mr. Rhodes' feeble attempt at satire by going point-by-point (though this might be an excellent exercise for a conservative Poli Sci class, if such a body existed), but one thing especially tickled my funny bone:

Mr. Rhodes -- None of us "right wing nuts" has EVER said Obama was a bad speaker. That is, not as long as the teleprompter doesn't go on strike. I mean, have you ever heard such a chorus of uh's, um's and ah's in your life as when that screen goes blank? Ronald Reagan could talk all day about substantive things without a cathode ray tube anywhere nearby. So could Bill Clinton. Well, Clinton could talk all day - how substantive his talks were, varied from day to day (or… cigar to cigar?).

And neither of these men had to fill time with a Special Olympics joke [to digress a bit - a SPECIAL OLYMICS JOKE???? Imagine a Republican making such a joke - he would have to commit honorable hari kari before the press let go of THAT story].

Sincerely,

Pamela Furr, right winged wingnut talk show host

THIS IS ME Redux

I feel the need to play this song over and over again.. call it the theme song of my life. Maybe it's because I'm turning 40 in a few short weeks; maybe it's because I've had a disagreement with a friend; maybe it's because I'm a silly girl; maybe it's all of the above...

I blogged about this over two years ago. I like who I am. I get mixed up and I get insecure. I make mistakes and say things I shouldn't say. I can be intense and grandiose. I can be carefree and drama free. But I don't walk away and I don't cut people off. I don't judge and I forgive myself and my friends very easily.

I don't apologize for being who I am. I admit that I am working at being a better person every single day. This is who I am. This is who you get when I invite you into my life and invest time into getting to know you. This is who you get when you invite me into your life and invest time into getting to know me.

I am a strong woman and a woman who knows exactly what she wants and what she needs. I do not invest in other people lightly.

If it's too much for you, there's nothing I can do about it.

THIS IS ME.. (if you're still reading, then these lyrics say it better than I can)

I HAVE MY ADDICTIONS
I KEEP MY SHARE OF SECRETS
AND THINGS YOU'LL NEVER SEE
I GET SELFISH AND DEFENSIVE
AND PAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION TO MY INSECURITIES
I'M JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE
I TRY TO LOVE JESUS AND MYSELF

YES, MY HEART BREAKS FOR THE HOMELESS
I WORRY ABOUT MY PARENTS
AND ALL MY BILLS ARE LATE
YES, I'M DEALING WITH THE CHANGES
THIS COMPLICATED STRANGENESS
OF SEEING LIFE THIS WAY
I'M JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE
I TRY TO LOVE JESUS AND MYSELF

I LAUGH AT SILLY MOVIES
TEAR UP WHEN I SEE BABIES
AND I'M STUBBORN AS A STONE
I CRITICIZE MY BODY
I WONDER IF I'M READY
TO EVER BE ALONE
I'M JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE
I CRY JUST LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU BELIEVE
OR WHAT YOU THINK OF WHAT YOU SEE
BUT THIS IS A PART OF ME
OF WHAT I DO AND WHO I AM
ALL OF MY IMPURITIES
ARE RIGHT HERE ON MY SLEEVE
THIS IS ME