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I've learned many things on sick days. I've learned Benadryl cures
all. I've learned not to call the boyfriend and friends during school hours
because it will result in the confiscation of their phones and you'll
get more hate-calls than you knew possible when school lets out, and I've even
learned (for those brave enough to venture into the kitchen without the
assistance of a parental unit): if you have any doubts to whether it is
butter... Its probably not butter. This is just some of the knowledge being
home sick has bestowed upon me.
Well about two days ago was no exception. With a
stuffed up nose, chills, a severe cough, and a soar scratchy throat--- that
hurt every time I coughed... nice, right? I was in no condition to go anywhere.
To my dismay, it was not going to be an easy day. I woke up at 8:30 AM which
not only meant that I couldn't sleep off my sickness, but also and more
importantly I had some major time to kill before the Jerry Springer power hour,
Montel with guest star Sylvia Brown, Judge Hatchett AND True Life! The ultimate
combo that will perk up any sick kid. Unfortunately all the good stuff begins
at 11am. . I know what your thinking: What the hell can you possibly do to
entertain yourself without those crazy yokels trying to kill each other with a
turkey, on the Thanksgiving Springer Specacular!?
Well being the crafty kid that I am I have become
savvy to the fact that these things will and do happen, therefore there were a
number of things I could do. First I crawled up to the kitchen (blanket and
all) and made myself some tea with Benadryl. However, not so much as to knock
me out before my shows. After drinking my lemon zinger, I fell into my normal
killing time while I'm sick pattern. I read about five pages in a billion
different books and than got bored and chucked them on the floor. Played a
round of fetch with my dog and a sock. And of course I did what I do
best...doodled! As usual, I had managed to make my room a complete mess, while
bed ridden. Yes that takes extreme skill. But unfortunately that only killed
half an hour. So what is a girl like me to do in such a predicament?
INTERNET!
Well, seeing as no one would be on myspace I
decided to research some of the greater questions I had in life. But not before
scaring the heebie jeebies out of myself looking at ghost photos and listening
to EVP recordings. Yes I'm a science fiction nerd, and yes I'll admit I looked
up alien conspiracy sites...well back to the greater questions of life.
Do poodles really come in pink? - No the closest
they can come is peach, you've gotta dye them pink.
How many smoking Jackets does Hugh Heffner have? A
closet full of them!
And perhaps most importantly... Why is MC hammer
poor? Oh jeez, haha this could be an article of its own. Lets just say solid
gold Hammer Time Iron Gates for your 17 car garage mansion don't come cheap.
And yes I did actually google "why is MC Hammer poor?" Well, as I
browsed, browsed and browsed some more. I laughed! I cried! I covered my eyes!
And of course I wondered: Sweet Jesus! WHERE DO THEY FIND THESE PEOPLE?!
Finally I came upon something a little less
comical and quite a bit more disturbing. I came upon an animal rights website
with a specific section about the plight of animals caught in traps. Actually
there were a bunch of horrific sections but this one hit me the hardest. Well
for starters I learned what snare and other types of traps do. They are set out
in the wild and when an animal walks by it (probably looking for food, or going
back to its cubs) its leg gets clamped with sharp painful snares. I read on in
horror. I was devastated as I read the terrible plight that these animals had
to suffer. Among those caught in traps are raccoons, coyotes, foxes, wolves,
bobcats, opossums, nutria, beavers, otters, and other fur-bearing animals.
However snare traps are not just restricted to our wild friends, they can also
catch domesticated critters like cats and dogs. After these animals get caught
(the number being in the ten million range each year) they are left to suffer a
terrible painful agonizing death. Some animals, become so desperate to escape
the traps, usually to attend to left behind cubs, that they will try to chew
they're own leg off. Eventually, usually days after, the animal finally begins
to suffer a slow death due to starvation, dehydration, freezing, or an array of
other possibilities.
I have always loved animals and this is not right.
No living thing should ever have to suffer such a death at the hands of people.
Everyone knows animal abuse goes on in the world. You've seen it on animal
cops. Maybe you know about the laboratories that test on rabbits and mice,
maybe its the dogs and roosters that are forced to fight to the death for the
sake of a "game." Maybe its the puppy that's chained up in your
neighbors yard with filthy water or no water, or maybe its the circus elephant
that is beat brutally to learn unnatural tricks, just to be tied up in a filthy
trailer that night. Whatever abuse you may know of, it cant just be ignored.
Its hard, to stand up and say what's not right. I know it is. Its a tough thing
to do. But there are a lot of small things you can do that will make a huge
impact. Maybe its getting your dog spayed or neutered, maybe its making an
anonymous phone call to report abuse, maybe its just telling your friends and
family the same story I have just told you. But I'm begging everyone who is
reading this article to please take what I have said into consideration. These
poor animals don't deserve to live like this.
I know that I have been ignoring it and I am going to try
and do whatever I can to make a difference. Starting with writing this article
in the hope of reaching you, (the reader!) ignoring a problem wont make it go
away, it will only make it worse. Well thank you for reading this article!
Hopefully I didn't bore you with my MC Hammer shenanigans. Oh! and I hope this
article gave you a few ideas for if you ever get sick and need something to
do!
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