Beware-the Las Vegas Bus Stop

Target practice. Must be what Las Vegans see when they see this sign and nice little green sun shield the city so generously builds to protect the poor from 114 degree summertime heat.


Must be some strange brain wiring in Las Vegans.
More people are shot, run over, stabbed, run over again, and again, while waiting at bus stops in this city.

After the big headlines reported six injured at a bus stop recently one would think we would keep a low profile.

Not happening. Only today another car veers toward the green shield, running over two people waiting for the bus.
Last year two girls cutting high school, waiting at the bus stop run over by some lady who took too much Xanex that morning.
Both killed.
"Oh, she's sorry", it was the drugs.
Not the stupid bitch in charge of taking the drugs.

On the strip one night some old guy accerlates -you guessed it-right into a bus stop-killing four.
Maybe he had a stroke? Never found out why??


Just a kind word to tourists out there-
DO NOT take our busses-or at least don't wait for them near a STREET-

Grown ups not ready for primetime

I read about a woman who was killed by a machete. Her son, 20 and daughter, 12, lived with her.

She had recently lost her job and was selling tamales on the street corner.

Her kids are fine but she is gone. The church is taking up a collection to pay for her burial. People have offered to take the girl. No relatives here-only Mexico.

Too many young adults live with their parents. Too many rely on mom or dad, or both parents to care and support them. I know many single moms still working extra to suppport kids in college, or just getting out on their own.

Growing up, adulthood was all about becoming independant. It was a matter of pride to be able to support oneself.
Some of us had no choices-going to college meant working and taking out loans and living with a bunch of people in a house to pay rent.

I didn't have the option of calling on anyone to support me.

A 20 year old son living off his mom is just trashy. Shame on him-hanging out while his mom was selling tamales on the street.

Now who will care for him? Not many -welcome to the world of adulthood.

Is there a Santa for Grown-Ups??

I have been an adult since I was a child. With seven sisters and brothers and totally irresponsible, narcissistic parents(and one demonic father) I learned to be an adult for survivals sake. By age six I could cook for eight. By age 7 I could do laundry and iron. Cleaning house started at four. I could read my parents moods from the time I became cognizant of the danger of not reading them. Probably by two.

Adulthood brings certain freedoms. Not having to be near dangerous people. Knowing I had the power (most of the time) to control certain things. Like that fact I could make sure I had food on the table for my family. I had clean sheets(or I had sheets). I had underwear to wear under my clothes. A warm coat. Boots.

I wasn't very good at marriage. I just chose people who resembled my parents. They didn't appear that way at first but at some point the relationships evolved into that. So I decided I probably wasn't very good at them and decided to raise my children myself and do the best I could.

But sometimes it is hard. Both my kids have had good educations and neither has had to worry whether they have clothes or food. They are both wonderful people with humor and kindness. They have their struggles but I am so proud of them and I love them.

I just wish it wasn't so hard sometimes. Having to make all the decisions. I teach school. I have always had to work extra jobs to supplement my income. Sometimes I just wish I had a little break.

I know other women who are in the same situation. Teachers who have to decide whether to juggle the car payment to buy their kids new shoes, or make a late payment because a son or daughter broke an arm or a leg.

I know I am not alone. In many ways though we are all alone.

Isn't there a Santa out there for us?

A Santa that could maybe make an extra house payment so we would have the luxury of having a dinner out, or not worry about living month to month?

A Santa that could give us a little extra time to enjoy our kids -maybe a month without working the extra job?

Or even a Santa that could say, No, you are not alone -none of us single moms would have a to be alone.

If we had a Santa that could do something special for some of us that would be real magic.

Why isn't anyone demanding answers???

Why isn't anyone asking these questions and demanding answers? Why are just rolling over for it?

Why are gas prices so high?

Why is milk over 4.00 a gallon?

Why have my electric bills gone from 200.00 to 500.00 in the summer for the same usage in one year?

Why has Coke gone from 3.99 to 5.99 for twelve in one year?

Why do gas prices change every three or four days?
Why hasn't my salary changed the same way? Why am I not getting increases to keep up with inflation?

Why are we still in this damn war?

What the hell is going on?

Karl Rove Exorcist

Well, how else can we explain his latest fantasy? Congress forced Bush to go to war with Iraq?

He must be possessed.
I can't think of any other rational explanation, can you??