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Labor Day weekend is full of fun and excitement for so many. People are out enjoying their last summer vacations, partying, going to BBQ's with friends and family, drinking beer and just having some good old fashion American fun. Then there are those of us Americans who are still left laboring throughout the weekend. I mean, afterall, the entire country can't just take the weekend off, right?
Well, it isn't that I get so much that I am angry that I am always forced to work on these types of holiday weekends as it is that I become humored by it. I have become accustomed to the fact that holiday weekends can be some of the most adventuresome. The weekend has already started of with a bang... there were two incidents last night where people were not just casually taken to the hospital for illnesses, they were rushed to the hospital for life threatening ailments.
People get wasted on holiday weekends, especially Labor Day...
I think they wake up at about a quarter to four in the morning and pop open a can of Bud Light to get their day started. By the time the evening rolls around everyone's brains have turned into what I can only describe as jello. All of the weed smoking and beer along with the classic 80's tunes they've been listening to all day has clouded their judgement. With all of the beef that is consumed on Labor Day weekend at BBQ's I wouldn't be surprised if food poisoning or Mad Cow disease was a factor in the insanity as well. Now the fun begins...
This is about the time where if you happen to be traveling the roadways, and I don't recommend that you do, you will notice an increased amount of emergency lights on the side of the road. This is because everyone who was having 'so much fun' all day, decided to go ahead and drive home. The person pulled over can only mutter... "No officer, that isn't my joint in the ashtray, my Bud Light in the cup holder, or my Kenny Roggers in the CD player!"
I would rather not be working on Labor Day weekend. However, I plan to at least be entertained by what I must be forced to see over the weekend as anyone else who must work should, as well. I hope that everyone else has a fun and safe weekend.
So it seems that drinking and driving will never become something that people will begin to take seriously. By seriously, I mean that when they consider the factors before getting behind the wheel of a car, they assume that there is a strong possibility that they will no longer be alive after the trip, and that a funeral will be held in their honor.
Why does it take tragedy and horrible, morbid events to occur before people realize what the ramifications of their simple, every day actions can become? I am certainly not claiming to be innocent by any means, however, if I can't learn from my own mistakes then I will most certainly learn from someone else's. By this I mean, statistically I know how many people die each year in alcohol related incidents, so I changed my ways from whence I was younger and began to think of such things before I would drive drunk such as, "Would my mother really like to have to plan my funeral this week or have to see me lying cold and dead in a casket?" "Would my child grow up okay without his mother present?" Well, I always answer these types of questions with the answer, "NO.".
When I think of what can happen because of such wreckless behavior I become nauseated. To think of how such a [stupid] decision, to drive drunk, can effect so many people. The choice is SO selfish. I know at the time that people don't look at it that way. They are thinking, "I am not that drunk!" or "It's not that far of a drive." No one wants to have to find a way back to their car the next day after they get a sober ride home, but, think of the alternative... What if you don't live to see the next day at all? Every day people drive past road side memorials and crosses either completely disregarding their presence entirely or momentarily thinking, "That's sad.", then they continue driving, never really considering the tragedy that occurred in that spot or that it could happen to them.
So, back to all who are effected by such a tragedy by someone who chooses to drive drunk... Well, there are always the immediate family members such as the parents, siblings, children, grandparents, the significant other and their family, etc. Then there are countless friends and co-workers. The parents are the hardest to think about for me because now that I am a parent I picture my own child being ripped away from me and I cannot describe the pain I feel other than an excruciating burning inside of my chest... To hear a police officer tell you that your child (no matter how old they are they are still your child) has been in a wreck and they did not survive, to then have to see their broken body and identify it, and then somehow, under all of the grief and anger you are feeling, plan a funeral within the days after their tragic death... How could one bear that? To think of the same baby that I gave birth to and just twenty some odd years later having to put that same child back into the ground because of something that could have been avoided... the grief would be too immense to know unless you actually experienced it.
The fact is that people just don't realize how much love people around them have for them. Before a decision is made that could effect the lives of so many, maybe it should first be considered, "Is what I am about to do really worth it?"
Over the next three days I will be attending two wakes and two funerals of two people that were way too young to die. Such a tragic loss was suffered here. When I look at the pictures and read the news paper articles, I can't help but think that only one good thing can come of this... and that is that people will learn from what has happened here and when they are about to make the decision between drinking and driving or not to, they will think of this loss and know that You read about people dying every day on the news or read about it in the paper. If you are in the line of work then you may even see it every day. But, it is never the same as when you lose someone that you know or love. Those are the tragedies that remain in your mind forever.
I don't get nauseated by odors very easily. However, there is one odor that can cause be to vomit almost immediately as the scent hits my nose... and that is body odor. Body odor is the one smell that I just cannot tolerate. I have to deal with so many different types of people in my line of work and sometimes some of them just smell like the inside of a dumpster.
There are too many ways in this day in age for a human being to deodorize their self. From the good old shower to throwing on some extra deodorant; even smelling like too much cologne is better than smelling like a trash can. There are people in this world, who despite the availability of a shower and deodorizing products, still seem to radiate a scent that I can only describe as putrid ass.
How long does it really take to jump in the shower and cleanse? Five minutes? Ten? Maybe even fifteen minutes for a man if they are feeling really motivated. Don't people realize that they stink if they don't shower every day? And if you don't care about your odor for yourself, think about the rest of us who are forced to interact with you.
I especially find it amusing when you have those women carrying Coach purses or the men wearing designer suits who you know haven't seen the inside of a shower for more than forty-eight hours. If you can afford those things, you should be able to afford some soap, right? I think I am just going to start carrying a pocket size body spray and any time someone that smells comes close to me I am going to spray them down and let them have it. Is that really too extreme?
I don't think it is... If you think about it if a stranger just came up and grabbed you would you get angry and yell at them and probably become very irate? I think it is along the same lines because these people have created an odor that is invading your personal space or "bubble", if you will. So, if you think you may be smelly and you want to be near me without getting sprayed down with AXE in a public setting, I would advise just taking a quick five minute shower in the morning. Happy cleansing. Just remember, if you look like you smell like shit, then you probably do. And odor is always stronger than designer cloths.
Every year women get to make a special trip to a doctor that men do not get to make. This doctor gets to see the side of a woman that they themselves never get to see. Men may simply refer to their family practice or general physician for yearly check ups but women must make an appointment with a doctor who specializes in a specific region of their bodies. I am referring to the gynecologist.
I don't know about other women but I really enjoy my yearly visit to the gynecologist. My gyno has been my mother's doctor since long before I ever needed an OBGYN and he has been my doctor since my very first appointment. Now, you're probably thinking, "He?"... Yes, "He." I have always had this eerie feeling that every woman gynecologist is lesbian and since I couldn't deal with a lesbian feeling around down there I decided it would be best to have a male gyno. I also decided that since my doctor is about seventy years old, he's probably seen so much, well... ya know... that it can't be that appealing him to him any more and when he's down there it will be strictly business.
So, back to why I enjoy my yearly visit and relationship with my gyno... My doctor is a wealth of knowledge, about women, there bodies, and gives unbiased advice about so many different subjects such as birth control, babies, relationships, etc. How many men can do that? Also, when I get done with my visit, the doctor doesn't call and harass me to see him again for a year... an entire year.
Anyway, so once again I had my fabulous visit with my once a year friend that most women don't dare to talk about and, for those who care, all is well. My only quam is that it is a rather distant drive, however, for such a dependable physician, I will make the trip. So, until next year, Doctor, continue being awesome doing what it is that you do for woman kind.
There are some people in this world that refuse to grow up. I can empathize with wanting to remain a child forever because being a child is much less stressful then being an adult. You don't have to worry about money, i.e, gas prices, bills, etc. You don't have to worry about relationships other than the ones you have with your family, for the most part, and your largest concern every day is what you are going to have for dessert after dinner. The fact of the matter is, that despite how much one may enjoy the simplicity that being a child affords you, you simply cannot remain a child forever. If you try to, you simply become a very large human being, (not considered an adult), and the people around you begin to loath your very existence.
Now, some people think that they should be able to do and act how they choose because it is their choice and it doesn't hurt anyone, others should mind their own business. However, every bum in this world effects other people. If you aren't making any money, where are you getting it? The government. Where does the government get their money? My paycheck. So yes, you are taking money, however indirectly, out of my pocket if you choose to be lazy. If you are a worthless parent you affect your child(ren) and their other parent. If you are a lazy sibling or child you affect your family.
At some point in life one should realize that there is no excuse for making the same amount of money at thirty, that you did when you were sixteen. It should dawn on a person that being responsible is going to benefit you, not hurt you. It's okay to rebel against the system, without hurting those around you. Your biggest success in life should not be being able to play a Guitar Hero song on "expert" all the way though.
This is what the last generation's Guitar Hero champion looks like today:
It's sad, I know. Life is about having fun and enjoying life. But if my tax dollars are supporting your pot habit, then I disagree with your lifestyle and I think you should go jump of a cliff and end your worthless life. And anyway, this is what pot and the over eating from its affects does to you after years of use:
I think if these two could go back in time that they would have made some different choices. They may have put down the pipe and chips, turned off the television, went for a jog, showered a time or two, put some effort into finding a job making more than $5.50 an hour and tried to give their lives a decent effort. They could have even saved me a buck or two with a little motivation.
