Got Speed? : Letters From the Pedestrian

10 04 2014

Dear Reckless SUV Driver who thinks my neighborhood is really a drag strip shortcut to avoid a little bit of traffic and one stoplight,

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I wanted to let you know that everything is going to be okay. After seeing your ancient P.O.S. Ford Explorer/Nissan Pathfinder-type vehicle with a faded paint job and giant rust spots blur by me as I walked my dog down my sidewalk-free residential neighborhood street, I understand why you felt the need to drive at speeds over 50mph. I would be embarrassed too if I had to drive around an eye-sore like that, always worrying whether or not it was going to break down before reaching my destination. Or maybe some psychopathic disgruntled retired bomb squad technician rigged a bomb to your car which will detonate if you drive under 50mph. Where is Keanu when you need him, right?

I’m sure you have a really good reason for drag racing down a neighborhood street at 7:30 am, the time when some of our children are heading to the bus stop and other people are out walking their dogs. I mean, I couldn’t expect you to slow down at all once you saw me and my 85lb Pit Bull attempting to cross the street. Everything around you must have been blurry and hard to decipher. It may have been a little easier for you if your crappy tint job wasn’t bubbled up and peeling off but that’s just a suggestion.

I know it’s not your fault you were running late to your Douche Bag Anonymous meeting and I’d like to commend your quick-thinking skills with taking that shortcut. You actually made it to your destination 45 seconds earlier than if you would have gone the normal, legal way. I’m pretty sure you got in front of that other car who had been leading the way previously. Way to go! Your 45-second speed savings scared a bunch of kids and squirrels, alarmed some neighbors and almost killed me and my dog, but you beat your record time and that’s all that matters. After all, there’s nobody else as important on this earth as you.

I appreciate you honking at me after almost killing me to let me know you do care about what I have to say. It was coming from the bottom of my pounding heart when I hollered, “Slow the f— down.” It makes me happy to know you heard me since you certainly didn’t see me when you blasted by. And you have no idea how much it meant to me when you honked again after I gave you an honorary middle finger salute to congratulate you on putting an entire neighborhood at risk because of your selfish needs and behavior. And all along I didn’t think you noticed me.

Finally, I really hope your lazy ass oversleeps or something causes you to run late so you can swing by the neighborhood again and maybe this time get a 46-second lead on everybody else. You see, Ace Hardware makes these really sharp pointy metal things that I’m going to place in certain areas of that street you enjoy racing down. Sure a few neighbors may have to replace a tire or two and be out a couple of bucks, but I’m sure they would rather fork over the money for new tires than a new coffin. Those things are expensive!

Hope to see you soon!

Sincerely,

A concerned citizen with a lot of time on her hands to plot

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Stay Classy Silver Magnum Douchebag!

27 12 2013

To the Puerto Rican douchebag driving the silver Dodge Magnum near Universal Orlando this fine Friday morning…I’ve got two words for you to go along with my middle finger salute to how you so smoothly crossed over three lanes of traffic to cut me off and get in front of me…Driver’s Education!

Or maybe any education would benefit this guy.

Kenny Powers

Apparently using your blinker to let people know that you will be changing into another lane means nothing to the person at the stop sign waiting to cross over three lanes so they can make a u-turn. If that wasn’t enough, I’m also not allowed to voice my complaint as to how we almost collided because of his impatient and chauvinistic asshole driving. I spoke the truth and apparently it hurt mister babyface, rico sauve enough for him to get out of his car and stand up to a woman. A woman who can drive a whole lot better than he can and who has every right to voice her opinion on his adolescent driving skills. Lucky for him they give licenses out here like they give free coffee in bank lobbies.

I spoke and continued to speak even after the cool guy had to step halfway out of his car to tell me to not talk. Really? Where do you think we are? I understand that in some countries women don’t have the right to talk but we’re not there. I’d be more than happy to put you on a plane to one of those places though. Anything to get you off the road. Of course some joker telling me to be quiet only makes me verbalize even more about how bad of a driver he is and how he really should be paying more attention to the road than to me. Threatening to park in front of me until I shut up isn’t going to phase me at all. I’m salaried, running errands for a job, probably a concept he’ll never get if his driving skills are any indication of his work skills, and I have all the time in the world to sit here and talk about how you are actually standing up to a woman who you wronged.

I feel bad for the women in his life who have to put up with his nonsense. Grow a pair buddy, you’re picking a fight with the wrong chica. If I wasn’t wearing heels, I’d be out of my car too, bumping chests, although he did look like he had a slight advantage with his man boobs. Either that or his overpowering drugstore cologne knockoff would suffocate me enough for him to sucker punch me. It’s a toss up. I’m still in awe that mini guapo is even out of his car addressing me. Laughing at him didn’t help the situation but what is a girl to do? He looks as pathetic as he drives. I never want to hear that women drivers are worse than men ever again. At least I own up to my mistakes unlike the douchebags in Orlando that turn around and want to fight you because they suck at driving. What’s wrong with you?

It’s hard not to get distracted by the asshole men of Orlando because they are everywhere. Thank you to the ones that were raised with manners, and thank your moms too. As for all of the rest of you, watch your manners and watch your back because us women, we don’t put up with shananigans like the ones displayed by the silver Magnum douchebag today. Like many other women, I do enjoy talking and I will continue to address your jerkoff driving skills, like I’m doing now. Cheers to wishing our paths never cross again! But if for some reason there is a next time, I’m losing the heels and whipping out the camera so the world can see how much of a douchebag you really are. Seems like the popular thing to do. Maybe I’ll make a funny GIF file of you or maybe Tosh.O will air it on his show for me.





Sunday Funday Quiche Off

16 09 2013

I made it. All day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday without smoking a cigarette. Not gonna lie, there were times when I wanted to light one up, suck in the addictiveness and give in to my love-hate relationship with the tiny white stick. But I didn’t. I wake up each morning and my lungs say thank you for another 24 hours of clean air. It’s not easy but I’m noticing it is a lot about habit. It would be so easy for me to grab a cigarette from a pack and start puffing and regretting but when those urges come up, acknowledge them, embrace them, and try to figure out a substitute. Preferably one that won’t put the weight on because I can already see how substituting food or candy for cigarettes can be a bit of a crutch.

I just let out a long sigh but your couldn’t hear it because this is a text blog. That sigh was the release of another incredible day. A day filled with family and friends and games and conversation. Oh, and a Quiche Off between myself and my girlfriend, both of us virgin to quiche making. We shopped for our ingredients, prepped the food, and began creating our masterpiece quiches. We each made two with different ingredients and no one quiche was identical to the other. It was a nice, delicious variety from spinach, broccoli, bacon and cheese to asparagus, tomato and cheddar.

We invited family and friends to come over for brunch, complementing our quiches with mimosas and fresh fruit. The smell of sizzling bacon and baked egg and cheese permeated the air inside the house and teased the stomach. We decided we would pay attention to the responses and that would determine who’s quiche wins the Quiche Off. There were a variety of people with a variety of tastes and each of our creations were talked about. They loved them all. I watched everybody eat every last crumb off their plate, some even went for seconds. They were a hit. It was kind of hard to say who’s quiche was the best. I tried them all and each had a unique flavor I enjoyed. I walked inside to see what was left over and saw that there were 3 pieces left from each quiche. Nobody had anything left on their plate. I would say that this was a tie. It’s pretty cool too because it was something new for the both of us and we had an awesome Sunday brunch.

Quiche Off Part II….coming soon





Pit Bulls and my latest epiphany

21 11 2012

I don’t know about you but sometimes I can get really involved in my assumptions or perceptions of the way things are. Those who know me know that I’m a huge animal lover, always have been, always will be. I took on the Pit Bull mission four years ago when I purchased my first Pit Bull dog. I knew nothing about the breed, negative nor positive, but have since bought and read as many books as I could (and still do) regarding this specific breed as well as dogs in general. At first, I was an irresponsible owner. I’m not going to beat myself up over anything (although I do from time to time) because we live and we learn and we do this at our own individual pace. I didn’t have all of the knowledge back when I first adopted my Pit girl and I didn’t make all the right decisions. The fact that I wanted to learn and wanted to change and make a positive difference makes me proud of myself. I’m not going to pat myself on the back though, I’m going to continue to learn and try to do the right thing.

A month ago if you asked me what I thought about breeding Pit Bulls, my blood pressure would rise along with my excessive heartbeats and I would confidently say I felt we should put a hold on breeding Pit Bulls. Why? Because there is an overpopulation of them, shelters consist of 80% or more of Pit Bull or Pit Bull type dogs, and thousands of them are dying each year because of this. Breeding them just didn’t make sense to me. I want the killing of Pit Bulls to end. Let’s just stop for a short time and regain control over this breed I would say. Since I’m a lover of Pits, and animals, it actually depresses me to see how many of them are “put down”. 

Thanks to Facebook, I’m able to connect and learn more from other Pit Bull owners and lovers all over the world. This one particular page seemed really cool, highlighting the breed and opening the doors to conversations between people in my town. The one thing that would bother me though was that so many people on this page were breeding their dogs (whether they had papers I don’t know, some I think did, some did not) and then trying to sell these pups and then later on some of the same people are sad and upset because they have to give up their beloved dog for one reason or another and seem desperate to find the dog a home or else… I don’t know where their dogs will end up. My guess is the local shelter. The same shelter that kills Pit Bulls within days of arriving without giving them the chance or exposure to find a “forever home” or being adopted or rescued.

After one Facebook argument I had on this page I was sick of these people on here and what I felt like was their ignorance. They were oblivious as to what was going on in the real world around them. I stuck with the page because of a couple reasons. One, was that I wanted to monitor and make sure nothing illegal was going on like dog fighting. I felt like I was this undercover spy. As long as I kept my opinions to myself, nobody would suspect what I was really doing on this page. Secondly, there were some people on here that really loved their Pit Bulls but had different lifestyles, which made me curious. They entered them into shows and competitions based on their physique, their agility, and their talents and skills. I’ve seen the dog shows on tv and I know there is a lifestyle such as this and it’s not wrong to society. So why should it be wrong to me?

I continued on with my opinions (keeping them to myself while on this page) but voicing them on my own Pit Bull page, blog, and to anybody wanting to listen. The other day I was reading another argument that somebody was having with the owner of that page expressing similar thoughts and emotions that I myself possess. As I continued to read I found myself learning something new. I’m not saying I’m in agreement at all with the page owner and his way of thinking. He made a clear point that I had never realized until now.

He bred Pit Bulls. He had papers and knew the bloodlines of both the mom and the dad. So he knew the mom and dad of the bitch and the mom and dad of the stud. It was like a family tree of Pit Bulls. This didn’t seem irresponsible to me. It sounded like he’s done some research and legwork into understanding his dogs. He bred healthy, championship dogs. He argued with the passionate shelter worker/dog rescue lady that his dogs were well taken care of and placed in good homes with other people like him who would pay a nice penny for his puppies and liked to show off their dog, compete them or just have expensive animals. At that moment I realized he wasn’t any different than the Yorkie breeder or the Golden Retriever breeder. Nobody is arguing with these people trying to get them to stop breeding their dogs.

Pit Bulls do have a negative reputation. Yes, some days it seems like it’s getting better but still there is so much going against them and even the people who own them. People that breed them don’t stand a chance to avoid scrutiny. This page owner stated the difference between himself and the people that breed mixed versions of Pit Bulls, also known as backyard breeders. He wouldn’t adopt from a shelter because he felt those dogs were improperly bred and sick with issues that cause problems. He wanted to know exactly where his dog came from and that’s when I also realized that there are people like that out there who want the same. The rescue lady tried to get the facts through to him, that she encounters hundreds of dogs that don’t make it out of the shelters, most of them Pits. Her heart is heavy with sadness because she loves the dogs, just like this other guy, but she has a heart for the underdog; the sad and depressed shelter dog just wanting to be loved. Her cause is different than this breeder’s cause.

Animal ID A228074_Room#:WD33 – 3 year old white male Pit Bull located in Orange Country Animal Services in Orlando, Florida. Available for adoption!

There are many people out there that want to adopt a dog and don’t care where they came from. Most behavioral issues can be easily fixed and help is out there more than ever. They want to bring this furry dog into their home and make them part of their family. That’s extremely noble and kind-hearted. That’s where I would put myself if I were to categorize. Maybe it’s because I was adopted as a baby and my parents had no idea what to expect from me. They had no idea what issues lurked inside me but they brought me home and into their family and never made me feel different or unwanted.

Then there are people who want to pay big bucks to buy a dog from a reputable breeder (hopefully). I could never see myself spending hundreds or even thousands of dollars for a dog, but that’s me. Just because I wouldn’t, doesn’t mean it’s wrong for others to do so. It’s not my place to judge.

The only problem I have now with this page owner is that although he is kind of contributing to the problem, indirectly, he seems oblivious to other important issues regarding this breed. He’s in the position where he could help out a lot with educating people and helping the cause but what he’s concerned with more is breeding awesome dogs and making some money off them (through selling the pups or showing his dogs in competitions). We can’t force anybody to do what we feel is the right thing. Our hearts break every time a dog is euthanized but this page owner isn’t concerned with what he feels are weak mixes of the breed. He wouldn’t even compare his dog to one from a shelter. I want to explain my comment that this guy indirectly contributes to the problem. The people that are interested in his puppies would never rescue a dog from a shelter. They want the same thing this guy wants, a good, solid bloodline. There is less chance of medical and behavior issues if you know your dog like they know theirs.

So I wouldn’t approach the argument by telling him to stop breeding as long as he’s doing it appropriately but rather ask for his help to stop other types of improper breeding rather than ignoring the problem. Some people just don’t care about what goes on in the world as long as it isn’t happening to them or involving them in any way. Personally, I don’t feel this is the right way to roam the earth. I enjoy helping people and animals. I love seeing dogs finding loving homes just like I love seeing children finding loving homes.

I know that we don’t always learn about things until they directly affect us. Why would you care about BSL if you own a Poodle, Beagle or Labrador Retriever? Why would you care at all about the agony and struggle Pit Bull owners go through on a day to day? Maybe you don’t have to if you own a Border Collie, Maltese or a Chihuahua. But this page owner owns and breeds Pit Bulls. BSL and breed discrimination can and will affect him. When he moves to a new place or his town decides that they want to ban all Pit Bulls maybe then he’ll take a stand and fight for what we are all fighting against; Irresponsible breeders, irresponsible owners and breed discrimination.

What I discovered with reading this argument was that both sides love Pit Bulls. Both sides want to enjoy life with their dogs without worrying about discriminating laws, negative attitudes, and false myths hyped by social media. We all want to be happy. There is no reason to stop breeding Pit Bulls in the proper way. After all, we don’t want them to become extinct. But we do want to put an end to irresponsible owners and irresponsible breeding. There are plenty of dogs in the shelters looking for good homes and have good bloodlines. Bloodlines as good as any backyard breeder can provide. The fight needs to focus on eliminating these types of breeders and we can do this by creating harsher laws and consequences that will prevent this from happening again.

Fighting for this cause will not hurt the page owner if he is following the laws of breeding which I will give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he is. There needs to be a common ground of understanding and respect for this to play out right. Joining forces, both sides (pro-breeder and anti-breeders) can work together to eliminate the “real” problem and come to a happy compromise. The anti-breeder lady is not in the right by trying to convince this guy to change his ways and place the guilt of thousands of killed Pit Bulls on his conscious. Nor is the pro-breeding page owner right for ignoring the truth as to what’s going on and not offering any assistance with fixing the problem when he benefits greatly from indirectly helping it.

Both sides are passionate, good and right. What it comes down to is money, ignorance, how blind to the world you want to be, and how close-minded you’re going to remain when in fact these same problems that rescue groups and individual animal lovers are fighting for do indeed affect you. I’m not saying the pro-breeder should to take up a new cause, (even though he will be thankful when he doesn’t have to worry about laws interfering with his business; i.e. banning Pit Bulls means no more breeding Pit Bulls) but as the dedicated rescuers know, all it takes is a little bit of effort from everybody to eradicate the problem.

Backyard breeders and irresponsible owners lead the way to an overpopulation of unwanted Pit Bulls, some of which have medical and behavior issues due to their unknown, cross-bred heritage due to improper breeding. Behavior issues and irresponsible ownership of Pit Bulls leads to human and animal injuries/fatalities. Human and animal injuries and fatalities, mixed with skewed media coverage and false myths, leads to the banning of the breed or BSL. Therefore backyard breeders and irresponsible Pit Bull owners lead to the deaths of thousands of dogs, excessive government and taxpayer expenses, and the discrimination and legalized banning of Pit Bulls. 

Seems pretty clear to me. We need more education, training, awareness, and some positive reinforcement. Let the pro-breeder’s champion dog be a mascot for eliminating backyard breeders. Maybe he can even make some money off endorsements. I say, whatever it takes, because we all want the same thing. It’s not about who has the bigger, badass dog or about who is right and wrong with how they choose to live their life. It’s about doingwhat’s right and not discriminating any person or any breed of dog. Punish the ones responsible for causing the problem and leave the others alone. Let’s focus on eliminating the source of the problem while we work on educating the world about the truths of the Pit Bull.





Back to my blog – What I was saying was…

15 09 2012

Hello there. I know I’ve been going on my rants and raves of passion lately on my blog. About this and about that. The more I learn about the world, the more I feel I need to fight. For equal treatment. For things I never really thought about before because it wasn’t the right time. For doing what’s right in my own eyes and not following some of the ways of the world. For the killing and the hate to stop. It’s easy for me to get pulled into the world of darkness when I watch or read the news, local or nationally. I thrive on learning about things. I’ve always been fascinated by other cultures, religions and ways of life. About people and their stories. So many stories.

My special box.

I can feel something inside me change. I feel that I’m starting to “get” things more. I’m beginning to understand how life works and it’s pretty crazy. I feel like I’ve been able to step outside myself and my feelings to really see what triggers one over the other. I’m beginning to  trust again. I like who I’m becoming and although I’m still going to make mistakes, I’ve realized that it’s part of learning. And having the control to consciously not make them again.

I thank my parents for teaching me the ways of good. A lot of what they taught was absorbed. I like the kind of person those lessons helped to mold.

Now it’s time for some more dysfunction.