Can’t believe my massive request: name the Super Delegates for all the states. Found them on: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Democratic_Party_%28United_States%2… Interesting, those “Uncommitted.” Easily read chart. Governor Rendell (Dem/Pennsylvania) and Philadelphia’s Mayor Nutter, and former Mayor John Street all are endorsing Hillary. Whatever. Glad I do like her—it would be nice to ever hear a Presidential candidate talk about stiffer laws on child abuse, the homeless problem, people who don’t have a voice. But, children can’t vote, homeless have no address, hey, it is what it is. But, found my answer.

Anyone have a list of all the Super Delegates and their states? My mom has a little list of some ‘delegates.’ But, who are the SUPER Delegates? I can’t name one. Haven’t seen one. I’m going to look some up on the web, and, post them and find out if I got the names and states correct. What if we found out all the Super Delegates and who they are voting for and what they look like—just for the purposes of, I’ve heard it, no matter who we vote for—these POWERFUL people, the Super Delegates have the last say. Doesn’t this just SOUND insane? What’s the point of voting if someone can come in and say, “no, I want McCain for Pennsylvania.” Although I’m told Clinton has this state, but then someone said Barack can take it—heck if I know now. Accountability. I’m going to look up the Super Delegates. I’ll post the ones I find. Then, I say we write to the ones representing “controlling!” our state, especially if we find out and know the majority voted for one candidate, and, the Super Delegates come in and choose who they want. Does this frighten anyone else??? This is ridiculous. Has this always been the case? When was this voted in as the rule? Can anyone tell me how a person even becomes a Super Delegate? Do we hear about them throughout the year or only when big elections come up? The first time I heard about them was this year on CNN’s Anderson Cooper and, it was after 10 p.m. and I nodded off—should have taped it! But even then it wasn’t until my mom began talking about them and I remembered Anderson had brought it up. Say, we can’t make a difference and get it right this time, four years from now—women—come together. And Yes, I believe the sun will come out tomorrow, it always does :-) I even love the song.

Gloria Steinem?

My gosh what is she telling her daughters? She can forgive, but, gosh I hope she has that type of self-esteem and that force women need within themselves that says “OH NO YOU DO NOT! NOT TO ME! NOT TO ME.” I don’t care if his error was based upon some kind of addiction. How about the fear he could have contacted some STD and passed it onto her. This is one of those moral issues where, it wasn’t an act of impulsion, not addiction to drugs and your mind/body is acting based upon, a withdrawl symptom. This is no character, no morals, no values errors that mean this man needs to be alone, visitation with his daughters, his thing is—he likes to pay to have his way with women. The only way to show him he is disgustingly wrong and women won’t put up with this type of behavior from husbands/boyfriends is for the woman to leave. If she can’t or won’t, this might be telling us more about her than him. I do feel so sorry for her. What we go through. Put up with. Thank goodness I’m ‘let the door hit you hard on your way out.’ Well, I got dumped and didn’t open the door again. Mrs. Spitzer needn’t worry about money/alimony/support. To stay, —when she must be beyond crushed, and, the media is watching her during this devastating time in her and her daughters lives. And who will THEY marry? Shame on Mr. Spitzer’s example to be a good male role model and dad for his daughters. Shame on THAT.

Unresolved issues, nightmares and worries, unaccomplishments, that day’s problems, uncertainty over the next day—never a good night’s sleep in my life.

I must be so old-fashioned. Sex for money OK? There’s already the question of legalizing illegal drugs. Hey the Nevada ranch is out West, so, head out there. But to make it legal in every state? Women? Do we want this? That’s how we make a living? I’m only looking at it from a moral standpoint and ethical view. We are all so close to the brink of making it the last days on Earth—if one believes in the Bible. There’s too much filth out there, too few to no morals and values and TV is telling me that Hollywood producers already think women are only good for reality TV shows where women compete for Bret Michaels (cheap stupid 80s rock group Poison) VH1s Rock of Love (gag/ugh), VH1s Flava Flav???!!! (vomit!)— hey, maybe prostitution is already unofficially legalized if you watch Reality TV and the women on these shows. By the way, thank you Reality TV women for making it harder for women like me!

Rock group U2. Pure musicians. Pure rock. Amazing lyrics. Originals. Been around for 20 years and their songs can be played today and I am moved and amazed. No one EVER like them. They never wrote and played music for the money, now, think about that line “making music not for money.” They are true artists, a gift, classics, will be legendary in the halls of music. I definitely want to visit Ireland.

Boyfriend would never cheat on me. To put some sting on it, he got a girl pregnant while dating me. I clung to him. But I was only a fool once. I’d rather stay single, forever, than to ever be put through that utter humiliation, emotional torture, wondering, am the most stupid female in the universe. He showed (I look back) ALL the signs, and, I was so insecure and get what females get when they are insecure and dare to date instead of getting their self-esteem together—which makes all the difference, because I wouldn’t have been so destroyed, maybe, I wouldn’t have clung when he wanted to dump ME. Felt like a laughing stock to him, holding onto a total jerk, what did that make ME? But, only happened once and I like my life today. It was a learning lesson, so, I try to warn other young women, but, they think their jerk is prince charming and they fear, no other guy will ever come along, and, a song goes for me “I ain’t that lonely yet.”

1. Jewelry 2. Ungrateful sister. 3. Selfish brother. Haven’t brought jewelry in awhile, but I spent so much money and only wear it once, how wasteful! Sister and brother, I’m the oldest and it is hard but I am trying to break that habit of always being there for them, and, they could go years without calling and even saying hi to me. Anyone else with a heartless sister and self-centered brother? Tips for me to break this vicious cycle I’m in.

Dad did the low down thing that men can do—denies that he has any children at all. Denies both his first wife, his first three kids, denies marrying my mom, denies me. Wow isn’t that so low down? But I grew up without him, and, found him in my adulthood and got that letter in the mail when all I did was call him to say “hi.” Wanted to say the word “dad.” I would have done for him, I have a great job, and he’s like 78 today so I would have helped him—he said go away and I never contacted him again. My mom? Not one of those women who should have had children. Just not emotionally built for the job and responsibility. Women, we ALL aren’t supposed to procreate. So my great Aunt Sally, 65 at the time, treated me like I was the most, best special child, spoiled me rotten, and, I never went without. Grew up with the finer things in life, and, growing up, I don’t crave those things. I just like my books and music, few Sara Lee pies. Thanks Aunt Sally. I hope you know, you made me feel so cared for.

Born and raised in America and all that it has to offer. I viewed a documentary on CNN on Women in Iraq and MY GOSH. Geez! I take for granted and am totally not appreciative to be a black female born and raised in America. Lots wrong here. Lots right.

My biggest fear is this war will go on for another ten years, a war we will never win. I don’t have any hopes—maybe for the families and those involved to find some peace and hope within. I feel bad that I can’t actually identify, because I do not know anyone (personally) who is over there fighting. I see them on the TVs and their families, and I cry. I want them all home and safe. I’m so sorry when they hear Americans complain about the war, soldiers think we are speaking against them—if they log on here, I want them to know without a doubt that we “their country” “Americans” ARE NOT against them. Never have been, never will be. We are angry that they have been taken from us, or if they volunteered, we believe they were sent over based on information that (is not true?)—heck if I know. But, they are over there and I do not know what it is to fight, not like that. Soldiers, men and women, we love you and worry about you and want you home safe. We have never been against YOU. Those of you who believe you are there based on correct information, we love you too. Always have, always will.

Gosh this is embarrassing, because it’s so dangerous. It WAS over 15 years ago, so, —I still don’t think it takes the danger out of it. I had only two drinks in my life. I was in my early 20s and didn’t know what a moonshot was, why it was called that, did it have to do with the little glass it came in? Not prepared at all for the world. Yes my mother explained it to me the next day as I woke up to a five-star migraine. But that night I was out with girlfriends and they ordered moonshots, so I agreed and said yes. I took one sip and felt the fire in my throat, everyone shugged theirs back in one swallow, I actually sipped on this disgusting ‘poison.’ No, don’t think I ate anything before, didn’t matter. I got in the car with these girlfriends as they proceeded to drive me home. We were ALL obliterated and driving drunk. I was so drunk, I have no memory today of how the car got me home. I know in the middle, out in the open these young women got out and urinated in a public parking lot. I lay near unconscious in the back seat. They were just laughing their heads off. They pulled in front of my house, and, it dawned on me that I’m not sure I can walk up the nine steps to my house. Here I was worried of being embarrassed if they had to carry me up the steps. I got out, and said that prayer to God, “if you let me walk myself to the front door I will never ever drink ever again.” I stepped out of the car and walked slowly up the steps. Got into the house, threw up in the tub, woke up sick, my mother explained to me what I drank—and I never had another drink, I don’t hang with people who drink, I never get in cars with drunks, and I always wear my seatbelt. What if we had killed someone? We could have been killed? I can only assume those young women made it home. I don’t think I talked to them after that night, I know I didn’t. I didn’t even go out for years after that. Rethinking, what kind of 20-something do I want to be? Those who do what the leader says and does? I wasn’t a follower and I made sure to remind myself of that.

That’s interesting. I too saw South Pacific as a young girl and was only captivated by the music. It was not until I was an adult and found out it was about racism. I’m black, and, I agree people are so easily agitated, and, I wish people wouldn’t be so quick to ignorance and accusations. I never thought Imus should have been fired and I’m glad he’s back with a job. What Imus said was cruel, and, am I cruel to say that we, everybody, needs to learn when to suck it up, respond verbally, write letters, contact a station, but Sharpton coming on after every little bitty wrong word—why hasn’t he lost credibility? I guess Americans will never be able to talk it out. Get it? Entourage’s “hug it out.” Smile.

I’ve always known that I’d rather be physically flat out butt ugly than to mess with my face. I gained so much weight my brother will be mooing at me soon. Don’t care. Flat boobs, got’em, don’t care. No buns, don’t care. Bad hair day since 1990, not messing with it—bought some wigs. But to inject my face, have a doc chop at my nose or put in fake boobs? Well I’m so glad I have some self-esteem and I’m not working as an actress in Hollywood where, Lara is feeling the pressure. I too feel sorry for her because who knows when she’ll look in the mirror and go, “I wish I hadn’t done that.” “I was okay before this.” “My career isn’t worth this.”