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Most people probably don’t think much about high school once they are out. Or, on the other hand, maybe some who were these popular and preppy stuck ups think about it all of the time. They most likely spend all of their time hating the real world, and how it doesn’t fall on bended knee for them as their small, insignificant world did when they were in kiddie lane. I for one, am thankful each day that I don’t have to step one foot into that hell hole from the deepest bowels of the earth called Massac County High School! Being an adult is hard, and it presents its own challenges each day. However, I’d rather face these requirements than be stuck in that so-called institution of learning.

I mean really, let’s think about it. I had a pretty good amount of “friends,” and even more outside of school. I did good in school, but I skipped as much as I could. Personally, that school was full of idiots, racists, and just plain crackheads with big heads. The few people who actually had some common sense sadly were not teachers. There were only a few teachers who were cool, and did not strictly cater to the prep and jock crowd. The students who just came to school because they had to, like everyone else, tried to get along with people, and get it over with basically. These were the people you would actually want to be around, and could stand. They weren’t there in an attempt to flash around all of their “new and expensive” stuff, or brag about how much money they had, how many friends they hang out with, how many different boyfriends and jocks they rotate between with their friends, etc. We “rejects” from the brainless popular crowd were there to get it all over with, and go into the real world.

Ah the real world, where it doesn’t matter who your mother or father is, you still have to take care of yourself and do your own work. The world where you can’t sit and copy everything to get by with making everyone think you’re not a dumbass. No favorites, no rear end kissing because your daddy got me a principle or school board job. You must pull your own weight, or crash real world. Now, most of us who grew up hard and poor, had to make our own way. We might have had two parents, but many of us did not. You see, having a step-parent isn’t like having a real one. Most steps we grew up with were only there to hook up with your biological parent. They made it clear that you were not their kid, and they were not going to try to get along with you, and they sure as hell weren’t going to take care of you. They were just there to leach, but anything good you do will be “because of them and all of the hard parenting work they put into you.” Yeah sure, wrinklestilstkin, you were a real PTA parent, with your holiday ruining, drunken self. LoL, but alas, I am glad that I’m an adult. I don’t have to go to High School, with the little squads of ridiculous gatherings. I had more to my life then, and even more now…thank goodness it’s over!

The District 9 Medical Examiner has confirmed as of December 19th, 2008, that the remains found close to the home of the family were those of young Caylee Anthony. The small, human skeleton which was in a black trash bag sealed with duct tape was found on December 11th, 2008 by a meter reader. Casey Anthony, the child’s mother, is charged with first-degree murder.  Casey has come under much fire, and various constant arrests and releases, after her mother called police and reported the smell of decomposition coming from the woman’s trunk. Casey Anthony then finally admitted to police that Caylee had been “missing” since the month prior, but she did not report it. She and her parents initially reported the girl missing on June 9th, 2008. However, a video tape surfaced of Caylee reading a book on June 15th, 2008. Also raising suspicion were Casey’s partying during the time her child was missing, her tales of a mysterious babysitter who was found to not exist and never have been seen by anyone during the time Casey reported she was caring for Caylee, and the constant back-peddling of the grandparents stories. Little Caylee Anthony was born August 9th, 2005 in Orlando, Florida. Prosecutors have said that they will possibly seek the death penalty for Casey Anthony in the murder of her own child. The newly found body, along with the evidence of decompostion found in Casey Anthony’s vehicle, her changing stories about the circumstances of Caylee’s disappearance, and lack of visual emotion will now be put to the test in a court of law. The verdict most likely won’t be a surprise to anyone, nor will it ever be the kind of justice that deserves to be done for such a horrible crime committed against a child, least of all a “mother’s” own little one. It is sad indeed when everyday news reports are littered with murders, family members killing their relatives, and even more sickening parents harming their own children.

Police really didn’t solve the 27 year old Adam Walsh murder, apparently the only reason they finally admitted that the man who had confessed numerous times to doing it was guilty, is because he confessed to his niece on his deathbed. Ottis Toole was allowed to go free and not have to answer to the abduction, murder, and decapitation of the “America’s Most Wanted” founder’s son for decades. Hollywood Florida police gave the excuse that no DNA evidence was present for a conviction. However, clothing similar to what Adam Walsh was wearing the day of his disappearance was found in Toole’s home, he had confessed to killing the boy more than once, and he was the only suspect linked to the crime. Also, considering that the man died over a decade ago, why did it take his niece this long to tell the poor parents? She must be some kind of sicko also. I have a feeling that he had already told them he had done it before becoming ill, but they waited to allow him not to have to face punishment. Sickos always slip up and they always tell on themselves, but people for some odd reason will not come forward. The police are sad excuses, because they can coerce and harass innocent people into confessing for something they know that they did not do, but will not convict someone whom they know killed a child. The Hollywood police claim that their reasoning was because he was found to have given false confessions for several crimes. Some of these crimes were proven to have been done by Toole, however. So you would think that it would stand to reason that they wouldn’t just assume that he was lying considering all of this other evidence. Appalling is the least of what I can say about these people. It is good that the Walsh family can finally have some type of peace in knowing who did this to their son, but it also shows how terrible the so-called justice system is and how it is failing, and that is why so many children are abused and killed. At least what came from this is a television show which helped to catch terrible criminals, solve crimes, and heighten awareness about these disgusting people so that people can be safer in their everyday routines. It is not enough to keep people safe, however, especially with the way the system is set up. If Toole had stolen some government money or robbed a bank, then they would have locked him up a long time ago. Human life means less to the government than money does, and that is obvious.

With the Tuesday arrest of Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich, one has to wonder who else besides his chief Harris he will be taking down with him as well. It has been no secret that his wife Patti was involved in conversations where he made his corrupt intentions well known to benefit them both according to FBI affidavits. So, it leads one to wonder if she will face any type of charges at all. On another front, Blagojevich also made it clear that he was attempting to do some major political ass kissing when it comes to President-elect Barack Obama. Court documents reflect that he wanted to sell Obama’s empty Senate seat to the highest bidder, ebay you have quite the competition with Blagojevich. His rough and tumble tactics are reminiscent of those head lock methods ebay is pulling on its sellers here lately! The reports don’t implicate Obama whatsoever, but it makes one wonder why he thought he could win some favor. Maybe the Illinois Governor is just very ambitious, or maybe he believes Obama owes him a favor? Who really knows? Lastly, but certainly not least, is Jesse Jackson Jr. When will they release whether or not he was bidding on that seat? He seems to be much on the defensive, but guilty or innocent most people would be. It certainly would be a terribly sad day if he has stooped that low as well. Especially considering the “shame on you’ sentiments he has pointed toward Blagojevich! It will be interesting to see how this all unfolds, yet another tragic scandal hot off the presses to start off 2009!

Well, I’ve decided to make my blog not about one particular subject, but about whatever I feel I need to rant and rave about. There are so many things going on in my life, other people’s lives, and the whole world that I could talk about. I would rather make this blog something more like my crazy take on whatever it is that day in my own world or the rest of the world that is happening at the time. Female sexuality is important, but so are many other things. This is definitely still a “man’s world,” and that really needs to change in many aspects. So as a woman, daughter, mother, sister, aunt, wife, partner, lover, friend, enemy, everything else in between, and a human being I think I’d rather nag about everything in the entire world. It just keeps getting more and more interesting and scary every day. Like now, for example, I’ve been waiting forever for my daughter to finally go to bed so that I could sleep myself. Now I’m awake and can not go to sleep! That just sucks beyond words. I want to write under my Associated Content pen of Kennedy, but I’m too tired. I really don’t even want to write, but I am compelled to write about something! So here it is, and now I am off to bed, because I will soon have to wrestle with my darling munchkin all day, while writing articles, and preparing my after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner to enjoy with my family. Why have an after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner, you say? Well, because when you get married and have this family to go spend time with and then this family at this o’clock, you must do things on different days, weeks, or months even in my case. Ours has been stalled since our turkey ran away, and had to be found via missing turkey posts and pictures posted on milk cartons. We finally found out where it went, and plan to eat it sometime this week with various side dishes. With that said, I am going to bed this time….I sort of promise!

Many of us have often heard the verdict on research done about the relation of how we are affected by chocolate much the same way as good sex. The chemicals released during consumption of chocolate is said to be the same as when we “fall in love” or “have good sex.” If you really think about it in the first place, it would probably be obvious that it is similar. Women and men love chocolate, but women by far mostly list chocolate as a must have item. I know I love chocolate myself, and would probably go crazy if I could never have it again. When I eat it, it makes me feel lethargic, it takes all of my attention away from other things, it makes me totally satisfied. Now think about good sex, and doesn’t that sound similar to how you feel when you eat chocolate? Good sex is supposed to leave you totally satisfied as well (well at least for the moment anyway, until you recover for another round!). So why not have both? Get your partner and have a romantic meal, ending in some sweet chocolate, then the real dessert can be a good romp in the sack! Now that’s how you get complete satisfaction.

Is it the way he looks at you, the way he holds you tight, or even just the way he talks that makes you want to attack him? It could be any combination of things on any given day. It doesn’t really matter, as long as you both enjoy the bone jumping! What matters is that even the little things keep you attracted to one another in the first place. Sometimes, I just look at my husband and want to attack him. Sometimes he asks me what it’s all about, and there’s just no way to explain to him what it is. Passion is a funny thing, it can overtake you at some of the funniest, wildest, and worst times. That’s what makes life fun, and keeps it interesting though.