gsp Thoughts From A Diva: 7/4/04 - 7/11/04

Thoughts From A Diva

Random images and thoughts from a misplaced Minnesota Diva trying to survive in Wisconsin.

Saturday, July 10, 2004


Just a quick note to say I am still out here.  Just super busy getting ready for the trip.


I leave in a week!  Hurray!


Hope your days are warm and sunny!


Wednesday, July 07, 2004

Before Michael Moore...

There were the French. And their movie The World According to Bush

"The Bushes' feelings of total impunity have attained their peak during the professional career and the political ascension of George W. Bush. His decision to attack Iraq and overthrow Saddam Hussein's regime already appears as one of the most fascinating historical and political conundrums for historians to ponder over in the coming years."

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Beam Me Up, Scotty

Mr. Scott has Alzheimers and Parkinsons.

I always liked him. He was my favorite Star Trek character.

Damn Drunks

Last night I was sitting here playing YoHoHo Pirates (as usual).

About Midnight, everyone but Weasel went to bed. He was sitting on the couch bitching because the Boss had fired him. (You don't show up for work 3 days in a row - that tends to happen!)

Anyway, he goes into the kitchen and gets a beer. Pops it open and comes back to the sofa. He is sitting there damn near in tears. Then he passes out with the open beer can in his lap. He proceeds to pour almost the entire thing down the cushions of the couch.

He never even noticed.

Then about 2am, he suddenly stands up, bumps his way into the kitchen. Next thing I hear is water being poured on the floor in the kitchen.

"Weasel, are you pissing on my floor?" I screamed.

"No, man, I wouldn't do that."

I step around the corner and he is standing in front of the kitchen sink pissing on my floor.

"(Full name), get your ass out of my kitchen and into the bathroom."

He turns and looks at me over his shoulder.

"Man, don't scare me like that." Finally he goes into the bathroom.

When he comes out, I tell him he needs to go in the kitchen and clean up his piss. He stands there and argues with me that he did not piss on the floor.

Finally, he went into the kitchen and found where he pissed. He tells me it is water. I tell him he is full of bullshit and to get it cleaned up.

He comes back into the living room and starts telling me he is so sorry. He "never meant no disrespect".

At this point, I lose it. I tell him if he is going to continue living in this house, he will stop drinking and attend AA.

THEN, he tells me he is dying and that is why he drinks. So I ask him what he is dying from. He tells me he has AIDS. And he only has eight months to live. He didn't want to tell me because he thought I would kick him out.

He then gets a 40 minute lecture from me on AIDS and how he needs to tell people he has it. Then I discover he doesn't know if he has AIDS. His ex told him that he had AIDS. And he never got it confirmed.

By this point, I was boiling. He got the lecture of a lifetime. I also told him I was going to take him down to the Health Clinic first thing this morning to get checked. And if he did not have it, he was going to stop drinking, clean himself up, and get a real job.

I finally went to bed after he started bawling like a baby because I was yelling at him.

When I got up this morning, he was packing. I asked where he was going. He tells me he is moving out. Gonna sleep in his tent at the campground by the river.

What does this say to me? He's a liar. Big fucking liar. And we already knew he was an alcoholic. This just proves it.

Anyway, he is sitting here waiting for his buddy to come pick him up. I told him he did not have to move out, but he has made the choice. Because I won't let him drink in the house.

How dare he use AIDS as an excuse to drink! I have had too many friends die from it. That just makes me soooooooo angry!

Monday, July 05, 2004

Leaving Blogger?

Okay, Shelli, you want me to leave Blogger?

Then you need to tell me how I can do this for free.



I just took a two hour nap.


I still have a headache, but I made a decision about the trip.


I had a dream about my mom and sister.  One of my friends from Missouri was there, too.


We were talking about places we have been and places we want to go.  I explained that I wanted to go north to Hibbing, MN, on the Iron Range.  None of them could figure out why.


I said, “For the same reason I need to go on this trip to Idaho.  Because if I don’t do it now, when will I ever get the chance to do it?”


That settles it.  I am going.  Screw the bills.



I might have to cancel my trip to Idaho.


Bills are just piling up, and I can’t keep up.  All asshole can talk about is how he never has any money.


I need to put brakes on the van before I leave.  I owe the landlord money I don’t have.


I am so depressed right now, I am getting migraines.


I just don’t know what to do.


Sunday, July 04, 2004

Problem Child

Blogger seems to be having some issues.

It is not posting my posts. Nor did it want to update my template. When I would preview it, it looked fine. But it would not publish it.

It finally took after about 5 minutes.

We'll see how long it takes to publish this post. The one about Bush was sent to Blogger about 15 minutes ago and still hasn't shown up on my blog.

It shows in the Edit mode, but not on the blog itself.


UPDATE: It only took about 3 seconds to post this one. And it posted the Bush one at the same time. Argghhhh!!!!

Bush and Religion

I was recently sent this article that is located on the CNN wesite.

The article made me very angry. Except for one part. There is a quote by a Baptist minister. It is nice to know that not all conservatives feel the way Bush does. At least when it comes to religion.

"But the Rev. Richard Land, who deals with ethics and religious liberty issues for the Southern Baptist Convention, a key Bush constituency, said he was 'appalled.'
'First of all, I would not want my church directories being used that way,' he told Reuters in an interview, predicting failure for the Bush plan."