Sex Scandals Galore

It never fails. Turn the news on and there's someone somewhere in the midst of a tragic sex scandal. The Catholic Church has been criticized heavily for it's supposed lack of reporting and punishment of priests who allegedly abuse children. It's been a very pressing issue. Government officials have been caught in the sex scandal web as well.

The newest scandal hot off the presses involves the football powerhouse Penn State University. An assistant coach has been charged with over 4o counts of sexual abuse. More victims are stepping forward every day. This man should have the book thrown at him, and allowed to rot in jail. He deserves even worse.

However, one big question I have about all this, is where were the other coaches during all this? What about the administration? According to initial reports from several news sources, Joe Paterno, after hearing an eye witness account of a rape that occurred in the team showers, reported his findings to the AD and the vice president of the university. That's great. I'm so glad he did that. However, the AD and VP swept it under the rug. They did not alert the police, or even conduct an internal investigation. They did nothing. So, naturally, they should be arrested as well. Which, I believe, is happening. They have been charged with not reporting.

But, I feel like JoPa should have done more. A man who's job is to help young men excel in their lives, achieve greatness, and ultimately fulfill their dreams, should know that when someone abuses these children, he should make sure something is done to stop it. I believe he should have gone to the police when he realized the AD and VP weren't doing anything about it.

Hundreds to thousands of PSU students have assembled around JoPa's house to rally in support of the legendary coach. Just stop. He could have done so much more to help these poor children out, but chose not to. He could have been such a hero, but instead he's semi-villain. You're supporting a man who didn't bring justice to these kids.

Furthermore, he allowed Sandusky to come back and use the facilities there. The report Paterno made was in 2002. As of about 2 weeks ago, Sandusky was in the facilities. I feel that JoPa was almost facilitating a rapist. He was giving him the opportunity to commit more abuse. The man should be fired, not allowed to retire. He said in an interview that the school's Board of Trustee's should "not spend a single minute discussing my status". Right, Jopa. Because you know you're wrong and want to get that retirement money. What a joke.

Hmmm

I'm bored. So here's my blog for today:

Things that make you go hmmmm

1. Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?

2. Why did kamikaze pilots bother wearing helmets?

3. Why are there always dead bugs in light fixtures?

4. Why are pizza boxes square?

5. Why do hot dogs come in packs of 10 but buns come in packs of 8?

6. Why did they use the letter S in the world lisp when those that suffer from one cannot clearly pronounce the word?

7. Why do we press harder on a remote button when we know it's almost out of battery?

8. Why does Hawaii have an interstate highway?

9. Why are the words "on" and "off" printed on a light switch?

10. Why do drive-up ATM's have braille?

11. Why are buildings that are finished called buildings? Why not builts?

12. What hair color do they put on bald people's drivers licenses?

13. What was the best thing BEFORE sliced bread?

14. If pro and con are opposites, wouldn't the opposite of progress be congress?

15. Why do we say taking a dump, when in fact, we are leaving one?

16. Before drawing boards were invented, what did we "go back to"?

17. How do you know when you've run out of invisible ink?

18. Why do we call something sent by truck a shipment, but something sent by ship cargo?

19. Why isn't there mouse flavored cat food?

20. Why are UFO's and Bigfoot always captured on the shittiest cameras with the shittiest qualities so nobody's questions are truly answered?

Okay, I'm done. I'm so bored. This was so random. But I'm sure you'll still have some fun reading it.

<3 Jess

P.S. Oh by the way, some people can suck it. Suck it long and hard because it's people like you that make me want to pull my hair out and stomp on small children. You are the scum of the earth. Eat shit.

Softball

So as probably some of you know, I'm a major tomboy. I love sports, almost every sport. I'm not a fan of cheerleading (oh wait that's not a sport :D), I don't like lacrosse and field hockey, and I'm not a fan of ice hockey, or soccer. I love basketball, football, baseball, and especially softball.

When i was 4 years old, I got my first ball glove. My mom and dad would pitch a ball to me ever so softly and I would let it fall to the ground and roll between my legs so I could look between my legs like every little kid loves to do. Then, I'd run after it, pick it up, and bring it right back to them and place it in their hand instead of throwing it. At the age of 4, what kid wants to throw the ball when you could use all that energy and run it to them, then run back to my spot and do it all over again? Duh.

Then, when I turned 6, I started playing organized ball. I was the clean-up hitter for my t-ball team. Not to toot my own horn but I was the only kid in the county to ever turn an unassisted triple play. Thank you, thank you. :D

Then I started playing slow pitch softball. I had the time of my life playing. I could hit really well, I could play virtually any position, and I was one of the best players in the county.
All good things must come to an end, though. Middle school rolled around and all of a sudden, there was no more slow pitch. To play the game of softball, one must throw themselves into the wonderful world of fast pitch. I was apprehensive at first, but I thought I'd give try-outs a try. I made the high school freshman team and enjoyed my time there. I played freshman ball my 7th, 8th, and freshman years.

After you become a sophomore, you either don't make the team or you play JV/Varsity. So, again, I had to try out. I made the JV team and, again, I enjoyed my time there, both years.

Then I became a senior. I was a first baseman. I practiced every practice with all the starters and was always put on first base. I was so excited. I'd finally moved to Varsity (seniors weren't allowed to play JV so it was play varsity or just dress and sit the bench), and I had a starting position. The day before our first game, we were doing game situations in practice like we always do. Coach was putting people in positions. Then he said "Jess, you're on first!" So I start trotting out to my position. "No, not you, the other Jess." A girl a year younger than me that had just moved to town and had to go through hearings in front of the education board and the KHSAA (Kentucky High School Athletic Association) to even be considered eligible to play, took my spot. Up until that day, first base had been all mine. And I was good at playing first. I had a glove that could scoop up any errant throw. But this girl that moved in at the last second was given my spot. I don't have anything against that girl. It's not her fault. I hated my coach though. I walked off the field and everyone just stared at me like "what just happened?"

I was never so devastated and embarrassed in my life. I had to "go to the bathroom" right then, just so I wouldn't show everyone my tears. All my childhood I'd devoted to sports, and then I had my shining moment ripped out from under me.

But, being the trooper I am, I cheered all that much harder from the dugout, and worked my ass off at every practice.

Senior night rolled around and I was so happy. Anybody who knows sports at all, knows that all the seniors get to start senior night, just because that's who they are. I was so excited. Game day was finally here and we were warming up for the game. Then it was time for the opening lineup. I waited. And waited. And waited still....I wasn't in the lineup. I didn't get to start senior night. I got to bat once. That was it. Then he took me out. Again...devastated and embarrassed.

I wasn't the most athletic girl on the team, and I wasn't the most talented. But the most heart, I definitely had, and I would have played that heart out on senior night, just to prove that I belonged to be out on that field. But I was never given the chance.

So now...it's very hard for me to go and support that coach that I absolutely hate. I still like the game and I love the team, not as much as I used to, but I hate the coach. He always says hi to me when he sees me, and acts like we're best friends. Fuck that. He ruined the game I once loved for me. What happened to humanity and decency? He must have missed out on those attributes.

Okay, rant over. I guess I just felt like getting that off my chest because college softball is on TV and my sister is playing at the high school right now too. I'll always go support my sisters while the play. But it's hard.

<3 Jess

Thoughts

Just been having random thoughts go through my mind. So I'm going to try to make them semi-rational and legible for you today.
-How come with every warm/hot day we have here in Kentucky, we have to have a day with terrible storms? Today it's been in the 80s and tonight and tomorrow we're supposed to have severe storms maybe even tornadic activity. I know there's this thing called Karma, but damn. we didn't make the weather do it..it did it itself.
- I feel bad for my grandma. Recently she was diagnosed with Macular Degeneration. For those of you that don't know what that is, basically, she's losing her eyesight. She can make things out if it's really big, and if it's under a magnifying glass and bright light. But lines (like signature lines) jump around like crazy so signing her name to any kind of document is really hard for her. It's really gotten her down. Then, on top of that, her back, hip, and leg have started acting up. She can barely walk now. I've taken her to several doctors appointments over the last week, and took her for an MRI on Saturday. We're waiting for the test results right now.
-Distance is sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing. This past week my whole family was away for vacation. I had the whole house to myself and I LOVED it. I could do what I wanted when I wanted. I loved the distance between myself and them. It was much needed. However, I didn't like the distance between me and my best friend. It haunts me every single day. I hate that distance can put on these two faces and still be one concept. Miles and miles and miles of land separating one person from another. F you distance. F you.
-I need a job.
- I need an apartment of my own.
- I need to move.
Okay that's enough for today.
~Jess

It's Hump Day

I've been so bored the last few days. My family has been basking in the sun in Florida for spring break and I'm home allll alone. Well, except for my dog. But he is kinda quiet, doesn't talk much. lol
I really don't have an idea for today's entry. I'm just kinda writing just to write. I'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense. It probably won't. But isn't that what a blog is for? To write down my thoughts?
I made spaghetti for dinner tonight. I had invited my grandma to come over for supper but she called me and said she couldn't come over bc her leg was hurting. She's been having trouble with her leg lately. So being the good granddaughter I am, I finished cooking, loaded it up, and took it to her. We ate at her house and sat and talked for a while. It was a good time. But if you're the praying kind, could you send a few her way? She's losing her eyesight, she's all of a sudden having heart problems, and now her leg is hurting so bad it's hard for her to walk. All of this has come on so quickly and it's starting to really get her down. I heard my grandma cry today for the first time ever. I've heard her get sniffly and seen her teary-eyed...but ever cry like she did today. So prayers for her if you can please. Thanks!
Also..I've been having a hard time coming to terms with things that have happened in my past. They haunt me daily but lately it's been really bad. Maybe I'll vent more later but tonight I just don't feel like it, but wanted to lay that out there.
Anyway..that's about all I have. Have a good one everybody!
<3 Jess

you know...

You wanna know what really pisses me off? When people assume just because something doesn't bother them, that it won't bother anyone else. Some people are a little more sensitive than others when it comes to certain things.
Some people get really offended by the N word. Some people get really offended by the word "gay" or "retarded" when it's used in the wrong connotation or when it's thrown around just because it sounds "funny."
I had a bad run in the other day with this situation. Someone decided it would be okay to bring up something that I experienced that to this day I have lots of trouble coping with. They knew this. I tell them about this all the time. Yet, they did it anyway. And I got upset. Very upset actually. And I let this person know that I didn't like it. Still haven't gotten any type of apology about it. They act like it's okay or it's no big deal because it doesn't bother them, so why should it bother me? Well fuck you too. It really pisses me the fuck off. To no end. UGH.
Okay I'm done with this suck fest.
Bye.
Jess

Team Leader

I know, I know, it's been a realllllly long time since I got on here and updated you guys on my life. Blame it on my little Acer that bit the dust. However, I have just joined a fantastic family that I'm proud to be a part of. I am now a proud owner of a MacBook Pro. I LOVE it!!! It's amazing. Worth the extra money you need to save up to get it.
So, since I last talked to you I got a promotion at work. Instead of just being a regular old temp in the freezer, I'm now a team leader. Basically I'm in charge of the "regular old temps" in the freezer. I put them into their positions every morning and supervise them. I was so excited about this job. I mean, I still am. But I've come to find out that the job description is very deceiving. This job is like 10% job related work and 90% babysitting. Now, mind you, everyone that works at this place must be at least 18 with at least 2 years of work experience. And since a lot of places don't hire minors, that puts your average youngest person in the factory at about 20. What I'm trying to get at is that everyone that is working their is an adult. Well, at least, an adult by law. I'm starting to realize though that age means nothing when it comes to maturity. Oh, if you only knew the bullshit I have to put up with on a daily basis. I used to not mind going to work that much. I mean, nobody really likes to work, but it used to not be a big deal. Now, though, I dread it so much. I dread it with a fiery passion. Why don't I quit? Because I'm making so much more money than I would at McDonald's or some other place like that. I don't have a degree yet so I can't really get a better job right now. So I'm just gonna stick with what I have. Even though it sucks. I know, I know, I shouldn't complain if I'm not doing anything about it. But, internally, at the factory, I am trying to fix it. I'm trying to be stricter when it comes to what I put up with from these people. Today it came back and bit me in the ass though. This one person is pushing me so far and testing me. She's African-American which doesn't bother me at all, I'm not racist. But, she's the kind that treats anything and everything as a racial comment or issue. If I get after her because she did something wrong, she pulls out the race card. I can't stand that. I got after another person that was Caucasian for the exact same thing just a few minutes earlier. Sorry, that just gets on my nerves so much. Enough about that though.
Something else happened recently that still hurts my heart. A friend of mine named David chose to end his own life on February 3rd. He was 23 years old. I can still hear him do his infamous "KICK!" (if any of you are familiar with SNL he would imitate molly shannon doing her "i like to kick! streeeeetttcchhhh and kick! im 50, 50 years old!" skit) I know that's weird, but that's one of the things that everyone who was ever around David remembers, if nothing else. David was a year ahead of me in high school. He was always very involved in activities at school, ranging from football to groups against drugs and alcohol to ministering at Mass. He was such a great guy. We all miss him so much. Everyone, please, please listen to your friends and family. If they seem to be struggling with something, anything, talk to them. Don't let them feel that they're alone. If they come to you with a problem, listen to them. Help them out. Don't call them liars and turn away. No one should have to take their own life to receive the peace and happiness we all deserve. RIP David. We love you. We miss you. Keep an eye on us man.
Okay that's enough for now. I'm getting teary-eyed. Have a good day everybody.
Til next time.
<3 Jess