Mewsings from Lowecat (aka Indianacat)

My rants, ravings, and overall 'mewsings' on life, the universe, and everything.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

An Open Letter to the IN Democrats

"Rabble, rabble, rabble, rumble, rabble!"

That's the sound of your consituency - Republicans, Democrats, and gosh durned Independents - fed up to the teeth with your shenanigans in the statehouse this year.

What in God's name is wrong wtih all y'all that you will not do the job you are bein' paid to do, which is to debate and vote laws? Do you think that this little temper tantrum all y'all are havin' is winnin' anyone to your side?

You do?

For real?

Holy backward thinking, Batman! The Demos really believe it!

OK, all kiddin' and jokes aside, Pat Bauer and the Indiana Democrats, which happen to be the minority party this year, are acting like spoiled brats who need their asses whipped with a good old fashioned wooden paddle. Enough is enough, and Bauer's latest volley is beyond asinine.

The Demos have their drawers in a wad about a bill about Right to Work. It basically means that employers cannot force workers who don't want union representation to still pay dues to the union. Unions, naturally, are against this. The Democrats are against it, and last year, in order to prevent the bill from being heard, ran off to IL for five weeks, which meant nothin' got done in the statehouse. It also meant Illinois businesses (hotel, food, gas, laundry, office supplies) got a bit of a financial boon from the Indiana Democrats for that period.

Well, this year, they can't run off to another state, but they're still refusin' to do their work. Ours is a so called 'part time' legislature. Most of these representatives have careers that generate five or six figure incomes the remaining 9 months of the year. In fact, bein' a legislator in Indiana can net one more in three months what it takes people workin' minimum wage to earn in a full year!

So when these yay hoos get up on their high horse and say they're defending their peeps by their behavior, it really makes me see red. Can you imagine what would happen if you or I, the average hourly wager earner, were to walk into work and refuse to do the job we're bein' paid (yet demand to be paid for showin' up)? Answer, we'd be on the unemployment line. Plain and simple.

The legislature has a policy in place to 'persaude' these stubborn people to do their job. They can fined $1000 a day for every day that they don't show for work AND WORK! Sure, the Demos have been at the statehouse, and maybe they've been in 'caucus', but they still haven't done any WORK.

Now the aforementioned leader of the minority party, the (spew alert) 'honorable' Patrick Bauer, has come out on record that if the fines are levied, he will go to our already overloaded court system to get a court order preventing the fines!?!?!?!!!!

I have one word for Mr. Bauer:


You say that you want to put the matter to the voters in the form of a referendum. The majority party has indicated their willingness to do this. Fine. Put it to us, then. We're ready for it. You may not like what you get, but we'll vote on the matter. Then maybe you'll shut the duck up and find something new to whine about.

I get that you think it's an important matter. But as one of your supervisors, theoretically speakin', I've got to tell you that this is a dangerous game all y'all are playin' with your job. You may think you're invincible, but you CAN be voted out of office, and November is NOT that far away.

Get off your whiny ass up off your cushioned office chair and get your collective butts into that chamber and start workin'! It's what you're bein' paid for.

As it is, when the time comes for your review in November, you're gonna be cryin' one hell of a lot harder than you are now.

And you can take that to the bank.

Monday, January 16, 2012

reflections on 17 years of marriage

A little earlier today, I tweeted a rant about my sometimes lackadaisical dear husband (aka DH). Tuesday is our 17th anniversary, which we have both referred to with all humor as 'we ain't killed each other yet day #____.'

I'm not a shopper, but try to plan for certain gift giving events such as birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, and Valentine's Day enough in advance that the DH doesn't have to wonder if he'll get somethin' besides 'The Look' from me. Sometimes it might be a burned from tee vee DVD, sometimes just a card, but I try to find some way to show on those special occasions that he's bein' thought of.

Now, last month, on the third anniversary of my 49th birthday, I got nada from him except a 'happy birthday' verbal and peck. At least it was somethin'. He said he didn't want to give me the birthday card without somethin' to go with it, so I got my birthday card on Christmas Day with my under the tree presents.

To be honest, I'd rather have gotten the card on the day of. It kinda hurt.

So for the anniversary, I already have his card and giftie together, just have to wrap appropriately (other than the bag they came with). Same for birthday.

I've had a Wallyworld gift card in my wallet since Christmas, a present from work, that was just sittin' there. In order to avoid a repeat of the birthday letdown, I gave the card to DH (in this case, DAMN husband), with the information that he could use that to get Kim Coates' newest DVD movie that is out. I also wanted a poster frame for the poster he and Theo Rossi signed for me earlier this month.

I hope to at least get the DVD and a card.

So I ranted on Twitter whether it was wrong to feel a little neglected and why. The female contingency of followers indicated not. The males stayed strangely silent. Hmmmm.

Yes, I know that he loves me. He does things for me. The element of reciprocacy is present. He also does things to piss me off royally. I do the same to him. Marriage is not about living happily ever after. Marriage is about things like consideration for the other person, supporting them, making them feel like royalty when the rest of the world treats 'em like crap. It's sharing feet and farts and good and bad. It's weathering the storms so that the good times mean that much more.

Seventeen years in this day and age damn near qualifies for a silver anniversary in days gone by. A lot of marriages end after a few weeks/months. Some don't even last a day. I've been lucky in that respect.

I don't expect moonlight and roses every day. Hell, that gets expensive. It's just nice to know that the person you love is thinkin' of ya, even if all they do is bring you a funny card, or a dandelion from the yard. It's the thought that counts.

Guess I wanna know that he's thought of me, like I think of him.

Le sigh.