I saw a the loveliest wee baby boy while i was waiting on my friend getting her hair done aaargh!
…John McCain’s life story?
McCain didn’t win the election. America was headed for a more historical moment than McCain could live up to. That doesn’t mean that John McCain isn’t a worthy person to be in the White House. His life read’s like a Tom Cruise movie, infact, isn’t Top Gear based on his life in parts?
John McCain should have been in office in 2001. The world might be a better place if he had been the commander and chief at the time when the US needed someone of his caliber the most. Unfortunely, it’s too late for him now, and a new wave of politics is sweeping the country.
I like John McCain. I prefered his speech after the election results. I admired the way he stood up to the blatant racist or WRONG people in his election rallies. I admire how he showed his discomfort with the way his campaign team were conducting the operation.
I really wish John McCain a good, healthy, long life. He deserves it. What a fucking trooper.
PS. How handsome was he when he was young eh? Wow!
During the day, if I have to sit at my computer (99%), I turn the channel the US FOX News. I’ve been doing it for a good year. It started as a laugh because their coverage of the election is almost laughable. If you have ever complained about paying a licence, watch this channel, you will see what happens when you let things become unbiased in reporting. Anyway…
I started as an Obama supporter of course, but after watching FOX for a year, I actually began to feel as though I want McCain to win. All of this stuff has come out about Barack Obama (yes, through FOX) which makes me think that McCain is a better person.
If it was MY election I would vote for Obama because he believes in social justice above capitalist profit, which is the way it should be. The US have got the capitalism/social benefit balance wrong, but have managed to convince its people that the massive gap between, even the moderately comfortable, and the very poor- is the natural way of things. If your interested in this concept of power, as being made compliant by thinking that something ‘is in your own interest when its not’ then I recommend Steven Lukes. Power: A Radical View, Second Edition. Palgrave Macmillan, 2005
If this blog sounds confused then it’s because I’M confused. Fox seems to have brainwashed me but the Socialist inside me is fighting hard and reminding me that the US economic policy towards profit over society needs rebalanced.
I got landed with a shit research topic this semester (Gender and Public Space On A University Campus- any ideas?) I am still mostly doing research on the Eastern European migration and The Impact Of Methadone In Drugs Policy – because they are the most interesting and useful to the area I’m steering my degree. When you look at these topics, it’s hard not to be reminded of the flaws in a society which holds profit above people- although I have to say we are NOT as bad as the US by far.
Anyway. There are some interesting links attached to this blog from other people… from the quick glance I gave them, they sum up better what im talking about. This is pretty rushed while there is a break in Fox news, when it comes back on I’ll be turning into a Zombie again. Cheerio.
- Crayon from walls, and fabric sofa
- Biro from leather (set biro no just freshly done…i mean years old pen stain here.)
- Coca Cola stains from carpets
- Grease stains on wallpaper
- Paint stains on carpet
- Purple Hair Dye on leather sofa
No, I’m not talking about a miracle stain remover. So, how good for a baby’s skin can baby’s wipes actually be when they can remove all these stains? I’m not joking. What is in them?
This is an incident that happened when Andrew was around 9 months old. I had just started back at University and things were going fine. It was the week my first essay submissions were due and the boys had winter colds. …But events took a harrowing turn.
I’d spent most of that day at the Library. The weather outside was wet and miserable. I’d sat and read for a long time listening to the rain beat against a nearby window, seeing it get darker and darker out there from the corner of my eye. Finally, as the last of the daylight slid out of the sky, I borrowed some books and left for home.
I got on the 38 from the bus stop outside the library, then the 57 at Union Street. The city centre was very busy with people making their way home from work and it took a long time to get out of the busy traffic. It took a good half hour longer to get to my bus stop outside Andrew’s nursery.
When i got in the girl’s reported that Andrew wasn’t really himself, he hadn’t eaten (very very unlike him), he’d cried quite a bit (quite like him) and he had just had a wee bad day. When I picked him up I noticed immediately he looked ill. His eyes were glazed, he seemed quite limp and sad.
I put his hat and coat on, put him in the buggy and practically ran up the road. Now people who know me, all know i am not one to panic, especially when it comes to the boys being sick because they are at daycare and usually pick everything going.
But by the time i picked Laurence up at his daycare, Andrew looked worse. I picked him out the buggy and he was totally limp. His temperature was sky high and his eyes were rolling about in his head.
When I got home I phoned NHS 24, who said to take him to A&E immediately. We got staight in the car.
I sat in the back seat, with Andrew wrapped in a blanket and I held him in my arms. He drifted in and out of semi-consciousness and I couldn’t get any kind of response or reaction from him. Then he lost consciousness altogether.
I lost it. I was crying so much i could hardly speak. I thought the was going to die, I honestly thought my beautiful little boy was going to die in my arms in the back seat of the car. I held his little limp body and stroked his cheek. I thought about how, because I’d suffered such bad post-natal depression, I hadn’t bonded with him for months- I hadn’t loved him. But that had changed and now I loved him with every inch of my heart- and here I was…losing him.
Laurence stopped the car outside the A&E door and I ran into the hospital. The receptionist took one look at me, this red, mascara stained faced girl holding a limp baby boy, who couldn’t really string a sentence together and told me to go straight to the cubicles.
I clung to my son and walked up a long corridor until I came to a room where a bunch of A&E doctors were standing around talking, looking relaxed, probably enjoying a rare quiet moment in a Glasgow ward. I stood at the door until they had all noticed me, which seemed like ages but was probably just a second or two, they fell silent.
They just stood looking at me with a strange stricken look on their faces, looking pretty terrified. The scene must have been frightening. Here was a young mother, a complete emotional wreck, clutching a limp little baby in her arms. No wonder nobody rushed over immediately…they were probably too scared to because they thought the worst. I don’t blame them.
A young, really good-looking male doctor came over to me and took Andrew off me. I tried to explain what was wrong but it was so hard i was crying so much.
After some more attempts to rouse him, Andrew came round. He opened his eyes but he was very limp and hot. The doctor immediately gave him some medicine to bring down his temperature. It was dangerously high.
He decided Andrew had an infection of some sort which he couldn’t locate the source, and Andrew was rushed to Yorkhill.
By this point, the temperature had come down and he was a little more responsive. Yorkhill, gave him more medicine for his temperature and slowly he came round to normal.
Andrew had had a febrile convulsion which happens when the temperature of a child spikes too quickly. Now I realise it was probably because i put his hat and jacket on when I picked him up from daycare, but it’s a natural instinct for a mother to want to keep her sick child warm on a winter night.
We left the hospital at around 9 o’clock at night. My heart was in tatters. Next day Andrew was perfectly normal. Happy, busy etc.
I hardly phone anyone now to arrange something. It all gets done through bebo, or at most, MSN messenger. Whereas before, I would spend a small fortune having to phone friends, or maybe text message them, to get stuff sorted- now we just post it all on bebo.
I said to someone the other day, “I’ll call you ok!” and they looked at me as though I had said, “I’ll be hiding under your bed while you sleep tonight, ok!” Then I got a, “Just bebo me!”. A few times, instead of a guy asking me if he can have my number he will say, “Are you on bebo?”. I think its rude, its like saying- can I have the address to inspect all your activites, interests, friends, qualifications, job and your potential as a girlfriend without having to speak to you unless you tick the right boxes. What is wrong with just picking up the phone and saying, “Hi there, fancy going out sometime?” …
I mean, imagine that the characters in Sex And The City all had bebos, and instead of going out on all those dates with Carrie or Amanda and so on, the guys had just found their bebo pages and looked through all their drunken night out pictures, saw all their ex’s, read all their shit ‘quiz about me’ attempts….or vice versa…..what then? Nothing thats what! The show would have been axed at pilot. It would have been called ‘Sex On The Net’ and that would have been a whole different programme altogether.