The Wind Will Be Blowing

Dear Gustav,

As I sit here calmly writing this letter to a Tropical Storm that could turn into a category 3 hurricane by the time it makes land fall, I am sure that people are lining up at the pump and raiding their local walmart for food and water. Hell, that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now via Aaron's orders. But I just wanted to let you know that I'm not afraid of you.

Yeah, you can blow some winds and we can have some rains ... but I live up in the Northern part of Houston and I don't think that there is going to be a problem. Hell, you will probably just hit New Orleans to try and finish them off.

I'm sure it's not your fault. I blame the News for making people so crazy. All they do is track this storm. It's five days from a possible hit at the moment. You aren't even in the Gulf yet! Who knows what is going to happen ... you could see the Gulf Coast's ugly face and run for the hills for all we know at this point.

But, I have a few requests:

If you do hit the gulf coast of Texas in the Port Arthur, Nederland, Beaumont, Orange area ... here are a few things that I think that you should keep in mind.

1. My grandpa is an old man. He likes living by himself and therefore, if you destroy his house ... it would be devastating.
   
2. Amanda does not need any more relocation from a storm. Rita was stressful on Joey and her last time (what with Rita killing Joey's father and all) and they just painted their house. Leave them alone.
3. Don't mess up Jessica's dad's house again. Seriously. They are going through enough right now ... they do not need more house renovations when they are still trying to pay for funeral expenses.
4. For that matter don't mess up Jessica's mom's house either. They are trying to be able to sell that so that they will be able to have money for the boys. Don't mess it up ... I don't think that Jessica could take more stress.
5. Aaron's parent's house had a tree fall on it thanks to your friend Rita. Don't let that happen again. Also, I know that there aren't many trees left on their property after Rita ... but Aaron will not be able to go and help them so please don't make a big mess. They have lives ... and they don't need to deal with a storm.
   

Alright. That sounds good. I don't think that I have much else to request.

So do your thing. Spin your winds. Rain all you want. But take heed of those requests please.

Thanks,
Rachel Allen

Password Protected

On my way to school a couple of days ago a topic on the radio caught my attention. Roula (the lady DJ) needed to check her email on her boyfriend of five months blackberry. He knew her email address and then asked for her password. She said that it was not that he really wanted to know her password ... but the look on her face when he asked made him wonder what was the big deal about the password.

Everyone that called in seemed to have the same views. Your password is your own. No one should have your password. You shouldn't give it to anyone, not even your spouse or long-term boyfriend.

I just have to shake my head at all of this. What does it matter?

Aaron knows my passwords and all of the websites that I go to are usually saved already. Therefore, every time that Aaron brings up GMAIL he is able to go into my inbox. But even if it didn't come up he still knows it.

He even wrote all of his passwords down in case I needed them if something were to have happen to him or something like that.

So what's the big deal? Why all of the secrecy? I mean, the people had some good reasons ... most had been seriously burned by their significant other, etc. But I just don't think that it's that big of a deal.

Is it because I don't have anything of importance?
Is it because I completely trust Aaron?
Is it because I don't care?

Hm.

Life or Death?

Coming from the great (?) state of Texas, I've been brought up thinking that the death penalty is something that is a natural occurrence. You do the crime, you pay the price right?

About a month ago, my best friend's mother was murdered by her estranged husband after coming home one night. After I found this out, it was almost all that I could think of. I mean, he deserved to die, right? He parked his car a few blocks down and waited in a closet until she came into the room and then he jumped out and shot her in the face. Premeditation. Then, he moved into the living room where her friend was going to be spending the night and shot at her three times, hitting her once in the leg. After he hit her in the leg, she begged him for her life and he shot at her again. He's a dangerous man. He deserves it. Right?

I've struggled with this over the past month because I don't feel comfortable condemning a man to death. Who am I to judge? God has his judgment day and he will definitely pay for his crimes for eternity.

So last Friday I picked up Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult. In case you don't know what it's about I'll give you a synopsis.

A man is charged with the murder of a cop and his step daughter. He is charged with possible sexual abuse because he is found with the seven year old girl's panties in his pocket. He, of course, is sentenced to death row. Eleven years later, he is moved to a new prison and is told that he will be put to death in two months time. As soon as he arrives on the I-Tier, miracles start to happen. The water in their section of the prison turns to wine, a piece of bubble gum is able to be split between all of the inmates, a man with aids seems to be healed, etc. Because of this everyone starts freaking out. Some think that he is the Messiah others think that he is the devil. But the main thing that he wants to do is to donate his heart to the 11 year old sister of the girl that he was charged with murdering. It turns into a court battle because he has been sentenced to lethal injection and that will stop his heart which will make it impossible to harvest for the girl.

It's an amazing story. I honestly could not put it down. It was very controversial for me as well because I felt sorry for the man on death row, which really got me thinking.

I don't think that it's right of me to want to condemn a man to death. Isn't that quite hypocritical of me? Committing a murder because someone committed a murder? Of course it's also an issue with money. I don't see why tax payers want to let a man sit in prison for eleven plus years, paying for the food of a dead man. So is it really worth it? Don't you think that God is going to have his judgment day?

Life in prison, heck, two, three, or four life sentences. That should do it. The men in that prison will probably do a lot of damage to him over the course of his time in prison. Right?

What are your opinions on the matter? Life or Death? Death or Life? Is the death penalty hypocritical? Could you do it? Could you sentence someone to death and live the rest of your life knowing that you took it into your hands to end another person's life?

People Watching

Waking up at 4:45 was actually easy. Even when I only had less than an hour of sleep because of the excitement of watching my best friend try out for America's Next Top Model.

I knew that there was going to be tons of people to watch. But it was still surprising every time a new one came up.

There were people that were shorter than 5'7". (Even though the rules specifically prohibited it)

There was a girl in a see-through ball gown.

Two girls in bathing suit tops and jeans.

A few girls that were a little bit too heavy to be considered even a "plus-sized" model.

There was a girl that had blonde hair and about 6 inches of black roots.

And those were only the people that were trying out!

I wasn't able to sit with Jessica in the line, so I found myself a seat next to a nice couple. We ended up saving each others seats if one had to get up to go to the bathroom or run down to target to get something. Which brings me to my next observation:

People are stupid!

If I'm sitting there and there is stuff in the three chairs next to mine ... do you REALLY think that no one else is sitting in those chairs?

I can't even remember how many times I was asked; even by the same people.

I wanted to be like, "No, no one is sitting there ... I just thought that I would make myself at home in this mall and throw everything around like it were my own bedroom." Or "Yes, my three imaginary friends are sitting there."

Jeez people, I think it's pretty obvious. It would be different if nothing was in the chair and people asked ... but jeez!

Anyway.

The casting call was more like a big cattle call.

They would bring in 50 girls at a time and they would have to stand in front of the camera and say their name, age, height, and weight. Then they would pick 2-3 girls out of that entire group (VERY VERY Tall and Thin girls) and then tell the rest of them that they needed to hurry up and get out of the door.

It was a decent experience though. I just wish that they would have actually gotten to know some of the girl's personalities. I don't see how they are going to pick girls that are worth watching if they don't even know how their personality is.

People watching was fun though.
This blog is for Gordon :)

Stay Tuned

ANTM blog tomorrow.

Today's been an exciting day for people watchers everywhere.

However, I think that I am far to exhausted to string together sentences.

Tomorrow.
I promise.

Dreams

So, I've been having these really explicit pregnancy dreams.

Like, I'm pregnant and about to give birth.

I'm really really excited about it all and I feel as if we (the baby and me) have a really good connection. In fact, the labor doesn't even hurt. (Aaron says, "Well then you know it's a dream")

Last night's dream, everything was going wonderful and according to plan. I was just sitting around with the rest of the family and waiting for the doctor to get there. I kept rubbing my belly and was SUPER excited to meet the little one!

It was interesting. Very interesting.

What do you guys think it means?

The Beard

OK, I have a confession to make.

I think that I'm afraid of body hair on a man.

Chest hair, facial hair, back hair (gag).

Luckily, Aaron doesn't have any of this! Something to do with his American Indian background or something of the sort, either way it works for me!

What brought this about you might ask?

I've been reading Fourth Comings by Megan Mccafferty and she has this entire description about a guy's beard. She refers to it as "The Beard" as if it's its own entity. Isn't that weird? So the entire time that I'm reading this part ... I'm really thinking about my dislike of hair. And it starts to gross me out.

Then I start thinking about how a few years ago I was hanging out with Jessica and her boyfriend at the time, and his friend and his friend's girlfriend. His friend had a bread. Like a massive beard. And his girlfriend always talked about how it smelled like a sweaty vagina. A SWEATY VAGINA ON HIS FACE! Isn't that disgusting?

So, I start thinking about how I used to date Michael and how he had facial hair and chest hair ... how did I live with that for such a long time? Ew Ew Ew.

Facial Hair even makes Ryan Gosling look less hot.

I think that all of this is the benadryl talking. But as for now, I'm thankful that the hubby does not have "the beard."

Sick

In more than one sense of the word.

I'm actually sick. With a cold. I think. I mean, if it's a cold that makes me want to take off my nose and suck all of the yucky stuff out and then somehow remove my throat so that I can't feel it being itchy, then yeah ... that's what I have.

In other news, I've been looking for really good blogs to read lately. I've found a couple that are hilarious and family friendly. Sometimes I read their exploits aloud to the hubby and we both get a huge kick out of others misfortune. I've also found some more "raunchy" blogs. One "AlwaysArousedGirl" catches me fancy. She discusses her sexual exploits, toys, and even the occasional blog about her divorce and her little girl.

One post that I found extremely interesting was the post about a "SaSI." Apparently, it's a small egg shaped vibrator that can "remember" things. That's right ... it knows what you like! And repeats it for you the more that you use it!! So, the naughty, I'm sick and have drugged myself with Benadryl, side of me peeks at the website just to see how much this thing costs ... 185.00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT?!?!?!

$185.00 for plastic pleasure? I think not.

Although, now that I am considering it ... maybe showing this little bad boy to Aaron will make him to do the deed far more often. I KNOW he won't be paying 185 for my pleasing needs ... which can only mean that he'll try harder to not have to pay anything!

Chopped off the hair