In Case of Rapture ... Really?

Who knows, maybe this blog will be burning in the eternal fires of hell tomorrow sometime, but really -- rapture?  On 5/21/2011?  What about December 12, 2012 -- which is also apparently a big day for the rapture.

Let me say this -- I am all for religious freedom.  I don't care what you believe in or how you worship, save that it hurts others, small children or woodland creatures. 

However, the ramping up of crazy on the "end of the world is coming May 21, 2011" has hit a fever pitch.  I heard someone on NPR (?) talking about selling all their stuff and awaiting the end of mankind (tomorrow), I have seen facebook pages pop up devoted to getting the "stuff" of the people raptured and countless internet postings on the subject.

If I'm wrong, and hey, I'm good to admit it, I suppose this blog won't mean more than a dusty fart come Sunday.   If I'm right, and the world continues to exist on Sunday, well, this blog may still well be worth only a dusty fart but I will be able to wonder aloud at the people that sold all their stuff, cars and homes for a rapture that didn't happen. 

So, dear readers, are you Rapture-Prepared?  Or just rolling with it, wondering how these people will wake up on Sunday -- disillusioned?  disgusted? re-invigorated for 12/12/12? buying more stuff immediately?  joining a new church/cult that believes THEY have the key to the date of rapture?

This world amuses me mightily, it does.

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This post is courtesy of a conversation I had with some friends last night over the "end of the world is coming Saturday."  One good friend said he didn't want to buy his usual 18 pack of beer on Friday, that he'd just buy a 12 pack, because "it would sure piss him off if he wasted beer." 

Crabbypants

I'm feeling crabby today. 

Basically, I let *myself* down and that irritates me. 

So I'm punishing myself tonight.  Going to stay home rather than go have fun with friends.

Adult Time Out.  ;)

Crankypants in RatWorld

Yes, I am currently in Orlando, relaxing for a moment before I head off to see Karen, a friend from college. We haven't seen each other in 16 years, or to put it more directly, another four graduations, two marriages, one divorce and four kids.

You might imagine we've got some catching up to do.

I'm currently near Walt Disney World, which means the volume of kids to adults is approximately 5:1. I've been surrounded by screaming, cranky-ass children since I arrived here in Orlando and if anyone, I mean anyone, hands me the slightest sharp instrument, I will cut out my own ovaries. Without painkillers.

Pardon me while I step up on my Crankypants soapbox for a moment. Those with children who read this blog ... I warn you, I may be a bit much for you.

Here's my biggest issue with the breeders of the world. It seems that for every set of 'good' parents I see, who keep their children happy, safe and pleasant to be around, there are twenty-five sets of horrendous parents who let their children run amuck, screaming and carrying on, disrupting the lives of everyone around them with their nonsense. Yesterday was a couple of kids that spent the entire time in TJ Maxx with their mom saying one word over and over: "Mom!" I was ready to answer them if it just meant they'd be quiet for one solid minute. Today at Panera (location of yours truly right now, amen for free wifi), I'm sitting down for a quick little lunch when a family with 3 adults and six or seven children were allowing their children to run and scream through Panera. Oh sweet baby Jebus, but if I wanted that kind of bullshit I'd have gone to McDonalds and their playland. Screaming, crying, yelling and running. In Panera. WTF is up with this being "acceptable?" I probably don't need to tell those of you that know my Mom that if I were to have started up that nonsense as a kid I would not be sitting now. Yes, yes, I understand kids are kids but this is my problem with this 'sort' of parenting .... allowing children to run amuck without boundaries teaches them nothing. Nothing of patience, nothing of respect for others, nothing of respect for space, nothing of public behavior and conduct.

For every set of good parents I know, thank you. Thank you for not making me insane. Thank you for raising good citizens of the world.

To the rest of you ... I'm coming after your boys and your ovaries with a spork.

Cranky Cranky Cranky

It has been a long week, dear readers.

I've been invited to meetings for 20 minutes that turned into 6 hours. I've had people tell me to write something and the next person contradict that. I've had nonsense for days from men.

Men. I used to find them attractive. Now I find them annoying.

No, this post does not equal my turn to lesbianism. I like women, just if I want to see a good set of boobs I check out mine:) and go on with my day. No, no women for me.

There's been no posts because I've not found anything worth posting about and each post I start ends up with me whining, kinda like this one.

So, suffice to say, Athena is tired. Tired of nonsense.

More later.