All You Perverts

"All you perverts out there, keep it to yourself. I want something different, something exciting." - Michelle Rodriguez



I thought I wouldn't have to see anymore of Michelle Rodriguez's face since she was killed off on LOST, but now all the news is out about her DUI again. We didn't care before...why should we care now? Everytime she talks, it looks like she's eating her own face.
(Her mug shot. She's still all trashed.)

We Was Poor But We Had Love

Growing up, my family wasn't by any means wealthy. We rented (the horror) our house in an upperclass town. There were friends of mine that were only allowed to be my friend during school hours and I wasn't asked over to many people's houses. If I asked someone over, there was always some excuse why they couldn't make it. We could have used a maid and a landscaper. Our car color was "Bondo" and always at least 10 years old. My first bike was from a garage sale. My clothes were hand-me-downs from people who had the clothes as hand-me-downs.

But I didn't really get it. In fact, I didn't really understand that I was different until I was told, "My mom doesn't want me coming over because you don't live in a new house." I was once even accused of stealing my friend's toy because I was playing with it all day at recess and it came up missing later that day. (I'm not even sure what happened to it, but I hadn't taken it...I only steal gum.) I'm not going to say I wasn't taken care of, but there WERE times when I wore the same thing two days in a row, or went to school with bed head. If it wan't for my reduced lunch ticket, I probably wouldn't have eaten lunch every day. But there were SIX children. My parents both worked their asses off. My older brothers and sisters thought of me as one of their chores. And my little brother and I were on our own at an earlier age than normal. Half of my life in that town, I felt less than most of my peers. What amazes me still is that most of the teasing and dirty looks I received were fudamentally from parents and people who were old enough to know better, like my teachers. Am I that naive to still be so surprised at all the hatred and judgmental assholes in the world? An example of how it was in my town: One of my good friends was with her mother at the grocery store and asked why an African American couple had a "dirty baby".

I've always said I wouldn't have wanted my parents' financial status to be any different. I learned so many things and values BECAUSE we were of lower income. My own parents (now close to a 6 figure income) never measured a person's worth by how much they had in their bank account. They are the same people they were before (maybe fighting a little less...Just a little). And I certainly wasn't brought up to think any differently of someone just because they've never driven a Benz. Britain, I hope will turn out with the same mentality as well.

When I Was Just A Little Girl

Today is my 28th birthday. Over the weekend, I went out with my family (and close friends who were given minutes notice) to the Fox N Hound. It was a pretty good time, and we didn't pay 125 bucks like the group who blocked off half the room. For some reason their party only went until 10:30 while mine went well over midnight. Britain came for an hour of so and then my boss was nice enough to watch her (sleep in her carseat). I was garnished with beautiful, thoughtful gifts and cards while I felt very loved.

Matt's father (holding his hands over his ears) had heard enough from Matt's mother (in black).





Best friends Tam, Mary and Jillian

Matt and his father.

No introduction necessary.









My cousin Mike with my best friends and I.


Tam, Mary, Kevin and Jillian








So, today is my ACTUAL celebration, if you call laundry, vacuuming and barely being able to brush my teeth let alone shower a celebration. No matter. The worst thing about today is on previous birthdays, I can remember wearing brand new sun dresses, shorts, tank tops, sandals, bathing suits. I remember my 13th birthday party at the beach. I remember skinny dipping for my 15th. I remember camping out under the stars for my 17th. And here I am ten years later in a sweatshirt, jeans and winter socks. ITS 52 DEGREES! Can someone explain Global Warming to me please because I'm just not understanding the definition this year?

Celebrities who share my birthday: (these links aren't fun...don't bother clicking on them)

Henry Fonda born on May 16, 1905
Pierce Brosnan born on May 16, 1953
Mare Winningham born on May 16, 1959
Rosie Perez born on May 16, 1963
Janet Jackson born on May 16, 1966
Scott Reeves born on May 16, 1966
David Boreanaz born on May 16, 1971
Tori Spelling born on May 16, 1973
Melanie Lynskey born on May 16, 1977


For a long time, my birthday was a horrible reminder of my failed relationship with my ex. There was an incident on my actual birthday that started the crumbling of my already failing marriage. But now, I can look back on that year as a true birth for me. I was born into the woman I was supposed to be. And now, I'm much stronger, happier and healthier for it.

So, today I DO celebrate. Thanks Mom and Dad for having the sex like rabbits in the Fall of '77 and for reminding me every year that I was conceived in the back of a station wagon. Damn, life is good.

Viewer Discretion

To the creators, writers, producers and anyone else working on the Fox Television show, HOUSE:

In my opinion, the words "viewer discretion advised" did not fully warn your viewers of what was to come in your episode that aired Tuesday, May 9, 2006. I am especially referring to the the first few scenes where a baby was lying at the bottom of a full bathtub, in which I almost lost my dinner after attempting to gouge out my eyes in trying to erase the aforementioned image from my mind. Flashbacks of Trainspotting went through my head as well. Not only did you scare the shit out of me in the beginning, but you shocked me again when I thought for sure the coast was clear. You showed the same baby being smothered by its own mother, and then proceeded to kill it off at the end of the hour because of the same incident. If ever you feel the need to air such horrific depictions again, may I make a suggestion to include "mothers, women, children, people with a soul, people with eyesight, people who ever saw, smelled, touched, or heard a baby and Tammy Ames" in your warning as well.

Thank you for your time and your sick, twisted talents.

Tammy Ames

(who is a mother, woman, child, has at least half a soul, is possibly legally blind but can still make out a dead baby, and smells, sees, touches and hears her own sweet baby everyday)