Has anybody else seen this horrible meme that says "I Can Count to Potato?" I hadn't even heard of it until tonight. An old schoolmate had this posted as her profile picture, and I got right pissed about it, so I Googled to see what the deal is. Apparently, it's a line from "The Ringer," which is a movie I stomached about ten minutes of before turning the channel. Some horrible, cruel-hearted, and possibly soulless people have put these words on pictures of mentally retarded people (children, no less!) and posted these pictures to the internet. How f***ing disgusting. I don't often swear on my blog, but holy s***. Who raised those people?! I know that kids can be mean, but this crap is seemingly being promoted by adults.
The "Ermahgerd" girl is one thing (a meme that makes fun of a girl with head gear; the girl in that meme no longer has head gear and actually seems to think it's funny that she's become a meme), but making fun of people who cannot defend themselves or who may not have the capacity to understand that they're being made fun of is absolutely shameful. I must say that I am incredibly disappointed in this "friend" who has the Potato profile picture. Not that anybody really has to answer to me or anything, but I expect more from the people in my life. Perpetrating jokes that are aimed at humiliating or making fun of people with honest-to-goodness disabilities is not funny. They are not actually jokes, they are hate speech. Apparently, Facebook is doing nothing to stop the spread of this vile meme. I tried to report my friend's photo and it appears that I would have to block her (which I don't want to do) in order to report it. What rot!
I would be horrified if my child had a disability and somebody made fun of it. It's bad enough that I have a friend whose husband makes racist comments about Native Americans and black people in front of my son and I. (Because, you know, it's not like we're either of those things!)
Below I have included a link to the Know Your Meme page that talks about the Potato Meme. If you click on it, you will see there is also something called "Ching Chong Potato." Racism and ableism in one meme?! F*** me! You will also see that the girl in the picture has been identified, and neither she nor her family find any humor in this "joke."
Anyway. I'm off to stew in my growing disdain for the human race.
http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/i-can-count-to-potato
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Small Update
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| My soaping orders for last weekend. |
I got myself on the substitute list for the public schools in town, so that will pay well when I am able to sub, and I also took a job babysitting two children while their mother goes to work at a local bar. As far as that is concerned, I start tomorrow and I am very excited! However, I think it's going to have to be temporary because it still won't make me enough to live off of and I won't really be able to sub if I'm sitting at strange hours that start at 10a.m. or 2p.m. I think I will have every Monday off from sitting, so I think I will sub every Monday I am able to. Other than that, it's going to have to be mornings. (Oh, and did you know that if I were to substitute teach for the public schools five days a week, I would make more money than I did with a regular teaching contract at the local parochial school? Damn shame, it is!)
In other news, it has been a successful week in business for me. A woman in Scottsbluff ordered enough soap and salts to cover all of my expenses for this next month's soap supplies...woot! She is a repeat customer, and I hope that she keeps returning--I had so much fun getting all of my orders ready! :) I have also been working on making some malas (prayer beads) and just finished another box last night! Actually, I posted a picture of it burned and unfinished, but now it is burned and painted and it looks amazing! Well, I think it does, anyway. :)
Monday, September 3, 2012
Car Rides With My Baby
It seems my son has been saying the darnedest things lately, so I thought that I would keep track of a few little gems on this blog :) Most of these happened in the care and in the last day or so, but I just haven't gotten around to typing them up. A few are a little older, but still pretty good (or so I think, but perhaps I am biased).
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While driving home from daycare the other day, he asked me, "Can a cow hang out with us?" When I asked him where we would put the cow and said that we didn't have enough room, he replied, "Yeah, because it will toot a lot and it will be stinky!"
While laying in bed, reading a bedtime book, I noticed that he had a small toy in his hand--something that isn't allowed at bedtime (I'm afraid he's going to inadvertently choke or poke his eye out in his sleep). I held my hand out for him to give it to me, and in an attempt to not be in trouble (which he wasn't, anyway) he said, "Would you please hold my item? I don't want to lose it." I made him repeat himself. I'm like, "Item???"
My son is known for being a bit on the gassy side. Yesterday he kept letting silent-but-deadly fluffs in the car. After I asked him (probably for the tenth time) if he'd just let one, he asked, "Mama, why am I tooting so much?!"
DS has been on this whole "him vs. her" kick. He's constantly asking, "Am I a him? Are you a her?" He generally accepts the fact that he is a "him," but sometimes whines about it. When I replied to his question by telling him that he is a "him," he started crying "Noooo!!!" from the backseat. When I asked if he was a girl and he said yes, I started to argue and was told, "But I'm a pretend girl!"
Here I have to admit something shameful and bachelor-like: I pretty much hate wearing clothes when I'm in the house. I am not a nudist, by any means, but I often lose the pants when I walk in the door. I also take a while getting dressed after showers, provided I have nowhere to go. Yesterday, I was putting on my make-up in my underwear, and the girls were kind of hanging out the way they do (you ladies probably know what I'm talking about). DS walks in the bathroom, bats at Mrs. Right like he's a cat pawing a mouse, and says, "Your breasts are so lovely!"
A couple days ago, we were getting ready to go somewhere, and when I started the car, NPR was on the radio. (This is pretty normal--I don't listen to much besides classical if my son is around.) I don't even remember what was playing...I think it was probably a Romantic-era symphony. Baby says, "I LOVE this song!" Aww...warmed his mama's musician's heart <3
DS has been asking me fifty times a day, "How do you spell _____?" Yesterday I got asked to spell the following (so short) words:
When we are listening to NPR, either in the car or at home, I often ask my son to identify the type of instrument that is playing. Yesterday in the car he identified a clarinet (Mama's second-favorite instrument to play!) and then asked me, "What comes after clarinet?" Last night, while laying in bed and listening to the radio, he identified a guitar and asked "What comes after guitar?" I am starting to think we need to quit playing the "What comes after Tuesday, Wednesday, etc." and "What comes after twenty-six?" games. Not everything is sequential.
Or is it?
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While driving home from daycare the other day, he asked me, "Can a cow hang out with us?" When I asked him where we would put the cow and said that we didn't have enough room, he replied, "Yeah, because it will toot a lot and it will be stinky!"
While laying in bed, reading a bedtime book, I noticed that he had a small toy in his hand--something that isn't allowed at bedtime (I'm afraid he's going to inadvertently choke or poke his eye out in his sleep). I held my hand out for him to give it to me, and in an attempt to not be in trouble (which he wasn't, anyway) he said, "Would you please hold my item? I don't want to lose it." I made him repeat himself. I'm like, "Item???"
My son is known for being a bit on the gassy side. Yesterday he kept letting silent-but-deadly fluffs in the car. After I asked him (probably for the tenth time) if he'd just let one, he asked, "Mama, why am I tooting so much?!"
DS has been on this whole "him vs. her" kick. He's constantly asking, "Am I a him? Are you a her?" He generally accepts the fact that he is a "him," but sometimes whines about it. When I replied to his question by telling him that he is a "him," he started crying "Noooo!!!" from the backseat. When I asked if he was a girl and he said yes, I started to argue and was told, "But I'm a pretend girl!"
Here I have to admit something shameful and bachelor-like: I pretty much hate wearing clothes when I'm in the house. I am not a nudist, by any means, but I often lose the pants when I walk in the door. I also take a while getting dressed after showers, provided I have nowhere to go. Yesterday, I was putting on my make-up in my underwear, and the girls were kind of hanging out the way they do (you ladies probably know what I'm talking about). DS walks in the bathroom, bats at Mrs. Right like he's a cat pawing a mouse, and says, "Your breasts are so lovely!"
A couple days ago, we were getting ready to go somewhere, and when I started the car, NPR was on the radio. (This is pretty normal--I don't listen to much besides classical if my son is around.) I don't even remember what was playing...I think it was probably a Romantic-era symphony. Baby says, "I LOVE this song!" Aww...warmed his mama's musician's heart <3
DS has been asking me fifty times a day, "How do you spell _____?" Yesterday I got asked to spell the following (so short) words:
Phineas and Ferb
Peanut Butter Ball
Compost
Wallace and Gromit
Vitamin
Vitamin
Clarinet
Guitar
Orchestra
Recycling
Rainbow
Rainbow
What happened to kids asking "How do you spell milk? How do you spell cat? How do you spell dog?" I'm sorry, but I am getting tired of the alphabet.
When we are listening to NPR, either in the car or at home, I often ask my son to identify the type of instrument that is playing. Yesterday in the car he identified a clarinet (Mama's second-favorite instrument to play!) and then asked me, "What comes after clarinet?" Last night, while laying in bed and listening to the radio, he identified a guitar and asked "What comes after guitar?" I am starting to think we need to quit playing the "What comes after Tuesday, Wednesday, etc." and "What comes after twenty-six?" games. Not everything is sequential.
Or is it?
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