A Special Place In Hell

The purpose of my blog was more to be light, fuffy, and attempt to be humorous.  However, my friend sent me a youtube video that has made me seethe and I really had to share. 

In this video, a reverend Charles L. Worley of Providence Road Baptist Church in Maiden, NC calls for the ultimate deaths of the people he calls "queers and homosexuals".  He says he has a "way out" to "get rid" of these people.  His solution is to build huge electrified fences for lesbians and one for the "queers" so they can't get out, and "they'll die out . .  do you know why?  They can't reproduce!"

Local Pastor Calls For Death of 'Queers & Homosexuals'

Granted there will be crazy people out there, but you can hear the congregation cheering and saying "Amen" in the background.  This saddens and angers me so much.  While I know hoping for a special place in Hell for them just breeds more hatred, I have no place in my heart to love such people. 

I'm Broken and Angry

My shins hurt.  The new shoes and insert setup is not helping and I've decided to give up on trying to find the right setup and support for my lame legs.  Since I'm a stubborn mule, I have also decided to ignore this pain.  My half marathon is coming up in September and I'm determined to complete my planned training even if I have to drag my sorry butt along.  Of course I'll continue to ice and roll plus I might start taping.  This probably isn't the smartest idea, but completing the half is on my list and I'm going to do it, dammit.  I'll probably have to just quit running after that.  Consider this your heads up World, you haven't seen cranky bitch yet, just wait until can't-run-bitch shows up after September.

My mama taught me the art of whining.

Since I'm in a particularly panties-in-a-bunch mood, I'm going to break a bunch of my blogging rules.  Before I do though, it would probably be helpful to know what they are.

1. No excessive woe-as-me-whining (I break this all the time.  I should just call it my whine blog, so, DONE.)
2. No excessive use of profanity. (Bitch, Shit, and Ass, DONE.)
3. Proper use of your, you're, their, and there (To the drivers that almost hit the B and I on our run last night, while pulling out of there driveway: Your a fucking worthless pile of regurgitated dog vomit, and you're microscopic brain should be splattered over the pavement over their by my neighbor's stupid looking neon green house.  This was surprisingly difficult but, DONE.)
4. No specific information about work. (I don't want to get fired so, FAIL)
5. Nothing personal that I'd be embarrassed to tell a stranger. (I think I have a hemmorrhoid, DONE.)

4 out of 5 isn't too bad.

I'm so embarrassed for you mama.

Flying Solo

This Friday I'll be flying solo with the B up north to see my parents.  Although I know better than to make plans, I'm going to try again.  Here's the plan:

1. Pack and load the car on Thursday night
2. Work half day on Friday
3. Leave work at noon
4. Pick up the B and drive to the airport
5. Park in short term parking
6. Take shuttle to the airport
7. Check in us and the bags
8. Get on an on-time flight
9. Give the B a bottle for take off
10. Color with the B and use iPad to distract the B during flight
11. Give the B snacks for landing
12. Get picked up and head to my parents' house

Notice there is nothing in the plans about difficulties checking in, delayed flight, or a toddler melt down.  I'll do a trip recap next week. Ha!  Thankfully it's a short flight but I'm still terrified by all the things that I will be bringing with me.

1. Car seat in a back pack (check-in)
2. Luggage for our clothes and stuff (check-in)
3. Diaper Bag
4. Stroller
5. Toddler (likely screaming)

And this is what I have available to me to carry said things.

1. Arms (2)
2. Back (1)
3. Front (1)

That's a total of 5 available options, so I should be okay, right? 

Any tips for flying solo?