Hi everyone...why DID that chicken cross the road??? ......................................OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens. GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here. COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road... MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information. GRANDPA: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough. JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace. ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road. ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken? BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken? AL GORE: I invented the chicken! COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one? DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?
What do you think of piercings? Those huge earlobe hole ones that you see always make me want to laugh - i feel almost uncontrollable urges to stick pencils/sticks through the holes. And when tongue piercings make a noise against people's teeth it makes me feel sick. I can't help but think about all the 'getting caught up in stuff' accidents that could occur. For example when my friend first had her nipple pierced she kept forgetting and catching it in the shower when using a scrunchie, ouch!!
In my humble opinion ,the more modern our world is the more enslaved we become. Media have a strong grip on our lives. They dictate everything on us:what we should eat,how we should look ,dress and behave,etc. We, women are pressured into being Wonder Women. We keep being told that the ideal woman is the one who knows how to juggle work and family responsibilities. We are also told that a good mum is the one who chooses to breastfeed, which implies that bottle feeding is an act of utter selfishness. Even the way we give birth is likely to classify us within a specific category. All these messages we receive everyday make of certain women and I am one of them completely conditioned. I depended on others to know what was right and what wasn't. I was told that a natural birth is what makes a mother complete. So when the day I was due to give birth to my son came, I thought about nothing except that I must not go through a caesarian.It was not the way Mother Nature programmed us to give birth. I accepted pain relief though but not without much guilt. To my horror, one of the nurses told me after a while that labour was not progressing.I panicked but refused to consider the implications of her statement.I made it clear that I would wait and that nothing would draw me to the theatre. The midwives and the obs who were very kind and understanding respected my wish.That was at the very beginning but as time passed by, they started to worry about my baby's welfare who started to show signs of distress. At last, the midwife who was taking care for me pronounced the hideous word:caesarian. I hated her and believed that she only wanted me to have this operation because she herself had three. It seems nonesense now but then it was the only explanation I could give myself. "A complete disgrace", that was what my childbirth would become if I had the C-section. How could I tell my family about it? What would I do about the shame frustration that it would bring about? These questions kept torturing me and at no time did I think of the risk I was taking. twenty-seven hours later, a chief obstetrician came to me and in simple words full of compassion and scientific facts, she explained to me that I had no other option but to have that operation done and as quickly as possible. I agreed at last to be taken to the theatre and all the way I cried. I felt miserable in spite of my husband's support and soothing words. A few minutes later, my son was born . The relief I felt then could by no means lessen the feeling of failure that was overwhelming me. Was it mainly due to the hormones? I can't tell. A few days ago I read an article in the Daily Mail about a midwife who lost her life after a long labour because she didn't have a caesarian at the right time. I told myself that it could have been me. This made me finally know to what extent I had been silly and prejudiced. Being a good mother is more than giving birth naturally or giving birth at all. It is about caring about a baby and giving it the love it needs to thrive and develop. Because of all these standards my brain had been stuffed with, I could have killed my baby or myself. So my advice for those who think like I used to think, and I do hope you are not numerous:" Nobody knows what's good or bad for you, you do"
My husband almost did, when my son was 8 months old toddler. Was going up the stairs with a light alluminium ladder and because I was talking to him (I forgot that men can do only one thing at the time) he nocked off the big mirror from the top of the staircase. Mirror went flying down, I was in the kitchen, heard the bang, run to see what's happening,seen my son on the bottom of the staircase smilling at his daddy who is about to kill him. It was 1 second and sharp bit of the mirror flew by as I picked my son. It's been 5,5 years and I still feal sick. That was the time when I decided to get divorced and found out that most of men are thick and living on different planet. Never think ahead, always think after bad thing happen.
