Mudslingtics

Politics...A word that, seemingly harmless, can cause all sorts of contention and disgust.  Now, I'm not professing to be up-to-date with the current political anything. In fact, I would definitely rank somewhere around fairly uninformed when it comes to political things, however proving my profficiency in this subject is not the point of this.
  I once read in an e-mail sent to me that "politics" should be defined by the actual definition of the two halves of the word: "Poly," meaning "Many," and "Ticks" meaning "blood-sucking creatures."  Frankly, I would be inclined to agree.  Call me a dreamer, and again, I profess to be FAR from professional when it comes to politics, but wouldn't the nation be better served by candidates who are more concerned on debating current needs/issues of the nation and how they intend on improving the country's situation?  More so, when they do, then become President, actually DO what they SAID they were going to do?
  I watch bits of CNN on the TVs in the breakroom at work during my short breaks and lunch time and the only things reported, when it comes to politics and the "race for the White House," is which candidate is sleeping with whom and which candidate is part of what religion and other COMPLETELY stupid subjects that really hold no claim to the capabilities of the candidate?  "Cain had a 13+ year affair with another woman," "Romney is Mormon," blah blah blah!  Last time I checked, when did any of that affect how a President performed?  Clinton had an affair with a woman IN THE WHITE HOUSE, however a lot of people claim him to be one of the few best leaders of this country.  Kennedy was the first Catholic President and had notches in his bedpost that weren't attributed to his wife, but he was still one of the most beloved Presidents ever.
  So Romney is Mormon? Who cares? Let him tell us how he intends to jump-start the economy and generate jobs for the unemployed!  Whether you like Obama or not, and believe that he forged a birth certificate or is Muslim or prays to a one-legged turtle, I DON'T FREAKING CARE! Let him tell, rather SHOW us how he is going to "change" this nation for the better, like bringing the soldiers home or keeping taxes at bay so the common working man isn't floundering to pay his bills!  Why is everyone so caught up on trying to dig up the dirt and find the skeletons in the closet for these public officials rather than focusing on the actual candidacy and competency of these candidates?  NO ONE IS PERFECT, and to expect that from ANYONE, especially politicians, is like Einstein's definition of insanity: "Doing the same thing repeatedly but expecting a different result." NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
  Among all this "mudslinging," there are also campaign ads, both for and against representatives.  Why are the ones which are against candidates so petty and stupid?  "Ron Paul picks his nose and reads 'Modern Brides' while he eats his dinner of baby seals and Ethiopian infants! Don't vote for him, vote CAIN!"  Obviously that isn't a real ad, but it might as well be.  Each campaign committee is so hell-bent on besmirching the name of the opponents that it's practically a grade-school argument of who is really a poophead.
  So forget politics, it's all just "mudslingtics" and the masses of the weak-minded and lazy are led to vote, if they even bother to vote at all, according to who is reported to be a manslut and who drives a gold-plated Bentley.  I'm sick of hearing people say, "I don't like that candidate," when it would be more prudent to say, as I have also heard people say, "I don't like their foreign policy on oil importation," or the like.  Are we not, in essence, supposed to vote for the politics, not the politician?  Who cares if one candidate doesn't wash his hands after using the bathroom or looks like he came straight out of the backside of an elephant?!  What's his stand on the politics, the policies, the decisions which will help shape this country?  Again, I'm not perfect, nor claim to be a political analyst, I'm just a human.  Take that for what it's worth.  

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TREATS!!!  Any kid giggles and shakes with glee at the sound of the word.  They're tasty, they're unhealthy, they are just downright AWESOME!  Who can so "no" to a good treat?  Ask anyone, they have a favorite snack or candy, or little unhealthy indulgence that they just can't get enough of.  For some it's candy, others it's something salty, like popcorn, for others, ice cream.  I will be one to admit that I fall under every one of these categories :)  There are just times, no matter how healthy you are trying to eat, where you just have to have that junk food that is the only scratch for that certain itch.  For our son, Jack, this is that treat that just drives him wild:

WHAT THE FIRE TRUCK BATMAN?!  That's right. Those are pickles.  Genuine, deli-style, kosher dill pickles.  Brittany and I took my mom and sister out to dinner a while ago and went to a fantastic sub place called Firehouse Subs. With every sandwich there comes a pickle like the ones pictured above.  Jack is now in a stage where any food is food he wants and he's mobile enough to get it if it is within his reach.  We decided to let him munch on a pickle seeing he was being a little terror and shouting at us every second because we were eating food and he wanted some.  Well it took him all about ten seconds to tear into that thing with his one little tooth to where he had stripped the skin of all the "pickle meat" and he was covered in pickle juice and seeds.  Well, tonight Britt and I went there again and let him chew on a pickle, which we actually had to take away when he started to choke and let three marble-sized pieces of pickle fall out of his mouth. (Yeah, we still don't know how he fit that much in his little mouth).  Well, with how tired he was, we got away with it for a little while before he started to put up a fuss. We decided to give him our other pickle, as long as we monitored his pickle intake.  Well, Brittany held the pickle out in front of him, which elicited his usual excited hyperventilation.  Much to our little boy's dismay, the pickle slipped out of his mommy's hand and hit the floor.  Had we spanked him and taken away his birthday, no one would have known the difference with the pandemonium that followed.  It was so bad that we actually had to get up an ask for another pickle.  The day was saved and another tragedy averted.  Our Jack Jack made it home happy and covered in pickle juice, and anyone who know me would know that there weren't as many kisses from daddy this evening for our little boy. (Pickles, Yuk)  Honestly though, what little kid's treat of choice is a pickle?!

To Begin....The Handicap Button

I'm sure everyone has seen one of these.  Yes, this is the handicap button.  Now, the little dude with the half of a wheel coming out of his butt is the universal sign for "handicapped."  You have to have a tag which matches this little guy to park in a parking spot with one of those icons. The bathroom stalls with this icon are SOOOOOO much better than the ones that don't have them.  (Larry the Cable Guy calls them the "Cadillac of poopin' stools).  All-in-all, you would have to be completely backwards or from some civilization in the deep Amazonian jungle not to know what the heck this wheeled buttocks man means.
  Which brings me to my point:  Why is it that everyone EXCEPT those for whom this button is designed use this thing? Where I work, the employee entrance has one of these buttons to open one of the double doors.  I totally understand situations where someone who may not be handicapped may need to use the button.  I worked as a delivery guy under two different capacities (Edutek and Loomis) and there are just times that you can't open the door yourself, and there is no one around or the people around aren't courteous enough to help you out.  For this, I have no problem with a "non-handicapped" person using the handicap button.  However, where I currently work, this button seems to be the only way people can get into this building.  Every day I see perfectly capable people waddling their way into work and, with nothing hindering their hands or movement in any way, press the handicap button for the door to automatically open for them.  REALLY?! Is society getting so automated that people don't know their own potential in opening a door? It's not that hard, the freaking breeze can open a door, so it shouldn't be hard for you people. 
   Here's a prime example of the ridiculousness witnessed:
     One day, while walking into work, I saw something that still baffles me since it happened.  A woman was headed for the door just in front of me. Keep in mind that the most cumbersome item she was carrying was her purse and she didn't appear handicapped in any way, well, not at that moment.  Someone just before her had pressed the handicap button, so the door was already opened.  Well, as this woman approached, the door began to close.  She rushed to try to beat the door before it closed, however she wasn't fast enough.  What happened next floored me. Rather than just open the door manually, considering she was already at the door, she TURNED AROUND and went back to the handicap button and pressed it!!!!  Much to her chagrin, the door didn't open when she pushed the button.  The look on her face was one of someone who had completely run out of options and didn't know what to do then.  It honestly wouldn't have surprised me if she called in sick for work.  All I could do was shake my head and walk through the door like any normal person would/should have and left her to her defeat.
   Come on people, it's a door, not Mt. Everest.

An Epic Day.......

Well, in this age of Facebook and Twitter and all of the other useless internet BS out there, I have refused to participate in those things.  Frankly, I figure that if I want to keep in contact with you, you will have my phone # and e-mail address and I will have yours. Easy, simple, to the point.  Blogging was always in a gray area in my mind as there were some who used it for fun and useful purposes, (my wife, sisters, and family) and then there are others who use it for stupid purposes, ("I'm gonna post on my blog how much you suck so EVERYONE will know!").  As such, I found it very difficult to decide where I stood on the whole blog thing.
  At first my resolution was to never have one, just because I thought they weren't worth the time, however today I was thinking, "You know, what with everything happening in your life right now, it might be good for you to have an outlet to keep your sanity. (Not like I already refer to myself as "Crazyphace" anyway).  Well, HERE IT IS! DUN DA DA DUN!  My outlet.  I figure I give an introduction before the madness ensues.  Judging as I am just a starter, I figure I just add the disclaimer that I may suck at it now, but forecast that I will get better with practice. Feel free to drop in a comment or a suggestion about anything.