I’ve already vented about how I’m so very much over the 2008 election. I promised myself that my vote would be kept confidential. I sent my absentee ballot in several weeks ago. And now, friends, I have decided to let you know who I voted for. You may disagree with my choice. You may call me crazy. Here is the candidate I voted for:
I cast my vote for the candidate with the white, er…Caucasian, mother. *
Happy voting!
*Both candidates have Caucasian mothers.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Ethics and Animals
I was cruising along in the county car; leaving one client's house and on my way to another home. I was driving approximately 40-45 miles an hour. Out of the corner of my left eye I saw a garbage truck with its occupant going about his/her daily duties. From the corner of my right eye I saw a galloping dog running towards the car. I paid no mind. This was a smart pooch. It wouldn't run into my car. It would gallivant in a different direction. It would continue running and I would continue driving.
BUT WAIT! Said poochie did NOT change its course of action! Said pooch darted in front of me! I, Chandra D. Lockett, heard it before I realized it: I CREAMED A DOG! A look in my review mirror confirmed that the THUD noise was not a speed bump, but the noise of a dog gasping for its last and final breath on planet Earth.
I did what any nice, young lady would do. I slammed on my brakes, created a dust cloud, and pulled over on the side of the road. The trash man/woman (sadly, I couldn't decipher the gender of the driver) looked at me and then looked at the dog. Yes, that's right. Someone in a CA EXEMPT car killed a dog. I found my county issued cell phone, dialed Delano Police Department, selected Animal Control, and left some kind of message in code about a dog I killed that was lying in the middle of X and X cross streets. I then made a U-Turn and looked at the sad dog and realized it had no collar and I didn't have to deliver sad news to a lonely family in the rural outskirts of Delano.
Had I not been enrolled in and Ethics and Animals course this fall I would have said that I had simply ran over a dog. However, this crazy class has brain washed us students and we must not use polluted jargon when referring to animals. We have to say things like, "Oooh. Would you like some cow carcass, with lettuce, and cheese?" So yes. Not only did I hit a dog. I killed it.
I think I need to buy some new shoes to brighten my mood. Vegan shoes. Not made of cow carcass.
BUT WAIT! Said poochie did NOT change its course of action! Said pooch darted in front of me! I, Chandra D. Lockett, heard it before I realized it: I CREAMED A DOG! A look in my review mirror confirmed that the THUD noise was not a speed bump, but the noise of a dog gasping for its last and final breath on planet Earth.
I did what any nice, young lady would do. I slammed on my brakes, created a dust cloud, and pulled over on the side of the road. The trash man/woman (sadly, I couldn't decipher the gender of the driver) looked at me and then looked at the dog. Yes, that's right. Someone in a CA EXEMPT car killed a dog. I found my county issued cell phone, dialed Delano Police Department, selected Animal Control, and left some kind of message in code about a dog I killed that was lying in the middle of X and X cross streets. I then made a U-Turn and looked at the sad dog and realized it had no collar and I didn't have to deliver sad news to a lonely family in the rural outskirts of Delano.
Had I not been enrolled in and Ethics and Animals course this fall I would have said that I had simply ran over a dog. However, this crazy class has brain washed us students and we must not use polluted jargon when referring to animals. We have to say things like, "Oooh. Would you like some cow carcass, with lettuce, and cheese?" So yes. Not only did I hit a dog. I killed it.
I think I need to buy some new shoes to brighten my mood. Vegan shoes. Not made of cow carcass.
Monday, October 20, 2008
When I Say Social You Say Work
When I woke up this morning I knew that I had to meet with two separate clients with staff from a different agency. I planned accordingly. I knew that I had to close three referrals due tomorrow. I planned accordingly. I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my afternoon at my desk running back ground checks on people and inputting documentation. I planned accordingly. I knew that when I went home I wanted to start and finish some homework, go to prayer meeting, go running, and finish some more homework. I planned according.
I did NOT plan to get a call at 1:30 pm alerting me of an immediate general neglect case at Delano Regional Medical Center. Mother and baby girl both tested positive to amphetamines and the mother admitted to using meth the night before she delivered. Mother received no prenatal care. Mother has three other children. Mother has CPS history.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was my first pos tox (positive toxicology) baby, and I was a little nervous because 1) I’m new 2) my supervisor was out sick 3) I didn’t know if I would be taking four kids into custody. Luckily, the Lord smiled on me and the other three kids were safe at home, and I put a hold on the baby and the baby won’t be discharged. Poor baby was in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) with an IV, etc.
It’s hard to believe that I’m telling a woman that’s older than me that she needs to remember that SHE HAS CHILDREN to take care of and drugs should be the furthest thing from her mind.
::sigh:: Another day of social work.
I did NOT plan to get a call at 1:30 pm alerting me of an immediate general neglect case at Delano Regional Medical Center. Mother and baby girl both tested positive to amphetamines and the mother admitted to using meth the night before she delivered. Mother received no prenatal care. Mother has three other children. Mother has CPS history.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was my first pos tox (positive toxicology) baby, and I was a little nervous because 1) I’m new 2) my supervisor was out sick 3) I didn’t know if I would be taking four kids into custody. Luckily, the Lord smiled on me and the other three kids were safe at home, and I put a hold on the baby and the baby won’t be discharged. Poor baby was in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) with an IV, etc.
It’s hard to believe that I’m telling a woman that’s older than me that she needs to remember that SHE HAS CHILDREN to take care of and drugs should be the furthest thing from her mind.
::sigh:: Another day of social work.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I'm So Cool
I finally stepped into the 21st century. Well, almost. YES. We still have DIAL UP INTERNET AT HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't hassle me about it. I know. It's sad. It's pitiful. You're laughing. We live in the middle of nowhere on 5 acres of property, and no one wants to send hi-speed internet our way. I actually typed this up 3 weeks ago, and it's barely getting posted now.
Despite the dial up situation...I officially have an iPod. Yes! Me! The person who criticized iPods and wondered why anyone would want to carry around music all day long! It's going to take me four score and forty years to download some tunes. Nevertheless, I have an iPod.
The best part!? Someone purchased it for me! Oh, the joy that floods my soul! What excitement! What love! What beauty!
Prior to the iPod, another friend bought me a Jawbone bluetooth headset! My goodness. The Lord has blessed me with awesome friends.
Sadly, I can't have my bluetooth and iPod in my ears at the same time. I think I need a third ear.
Despite the dial up situation...I officially have an iPod. Yes! Me! The person who criticized iPods and wondered why anyone would want to carry around music all day long! It's going to take me four score and forty years to download some tunes. Nevertheless, I have an iPod.
The best part!? Someone purchased it for me! Oh, the joy that floods my soul! What excitement! What love! What beauty!
Prior to the iPod, another friend bought me a Jawbone bluetooth headset! My goodness. The Lord has blessed me with awesome friends.
Sadly, I can't have my bluetooth and iPod in my ears at the same time. I think I need a third ear.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Cane for McCain
I don’t speak of anything political on this here blog. Mainly, because I don’t have the energy. Secondly, because you can tell when a politician lies—when they open their mouths.
At any rate I was getting my sweat on at the gym and I caught the end of the debate on the HUUUUUUGE televisions they had in front of me. OOPS! Pardon me! Did I say televisions? I meant to say radio…or monitor…or computer.
While listening to analysts nitpick the debate, I also noticed clips of McCain walking!! Oh Mylanta, THAT POOR MAN!!! I felt so bad for him. I was pushing my way on an elliptical machine and he was walking as if his legs were held up by eggshells. His face was contorted, he wobbled like a giraffe, and he just looked geriatric as all get out and my condolences went out to him.
Hover Round, what does a senator need to do get a mobilized wheel chair? Cane for McCain. That’s all I’m sayin’. When word gets out and everyone starts using the aforementioned slogan, just know that you heard it here first.
At any rate I was getting my sweat on at the gym and I caught the end of the debate on the HUUUUUUGE televisions they had in front of me. OOPS! Pardon me! Did I say televisions? I meant to say radio…or monitor…or computer.
While listening to analysts nitpick the debate, I also noticed clips of McCain walking!! Oh Mylanta, THAT POOR MAN!!! I felt so bad for him. I was pushing my way on an elliptical machine and he was walking as if his legs were held up by eggshells. His face was contorted, he wobbled like a giraffe, and he just looked geriatric as all get out and my condolences went out to him.
Hover Round, what does a senator need to do get a mobilized wheel chair? Cane for McCain. That’s all I’m sayin’. When word gets out and everyone starts using the aforementioned slogan, just know that you heard it here first.
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