Remember me?

I have been neglecting you again havent I? BAD CHARLI!!! Lots going on now days and I had a week or so where I was not feeling great either so go figure. But I am back to say hello and I am still alive so don't panik too much.

Ok so today's class is all about "haters". Thats right boys and girls, I said "haters"...


There have been lots of vicious folks around doing vicious things in hopes of bringing some really good folks down and I have a theory as to why this is happening. I think those people doing the silly shit are doing it cause they want attewntion. Like a child when he wants attention, it doesn't matter if the attention is good oir bad positive or negative just so long as they get it...


So I'm a give 'em what they want. So, now I present to you my dear friends, a special tribute to all the bored and insecure idiots out there who can't help but to make life a little harder on the rest of us.

I salute you!

Jealousy
Jealousy is here taken to be synonymous with envy. It is defined to be a sorrow which one entertains at another's well-being because of a view that one's own excellence is in consequence lessened. Its distinctive malice comes from the opposition it implies to the supreme virtue of charity. The law of love constrains us to rejoice rather than to be distressed at the good fortune of our neighbour. Besides, such an attitude is a direct contradiction of the spirit of solidarity which ought to characterize the human race and, especially, the members of the Christian community. The envious man tortures himself without cause, morbidly holding as he does, the success of another to constitute an evil for himself. The sin, in so far as it defies the great precept of charity, is in general grievous, although on account of the trifling matter involved, as well as because of the lack of deliberation, it is often reputed to be venial. Jealousy is most evil when one repines at another's spiritual good. It is then said to be a sin against the Holy Ghost. It is likewise called a capital sin because of the other vices it begets. Among its progeny St. Thomas (II-II:36) enumerates hatred, detraction, rejoicing over the misfortunes of one's fellow, and whispering. Regret at another's success is not always jealousy. The motive has to be scrutinized. If, for instance, I feel sorrow at the news of another's promotion or rise to wealth, either because I know that he does not deserve his accession of good fortune, or because I have founded reason to fear he will use it to injure me or others, my attitude, provided that there is no excess in my sentiment, is entirely rational. Then, too, it may happen that I do not, properly speaking, begrudge my neighbour his happier codition, but simply am grieved that I have not imitated him. Thus if the subject-matter be praiseworthy, I shall be not jealous but rather laudably emulous.

Ok so I have been tagged by Chevalier. For those who don't know, the idea behind the game is to list of five things you’re grateful for, then “tag” five other bloggers, who will do the same, and so on and so forth.


In no particular order:
1.) Wow, this isn't as easy as you might think...I guess the first thing that comes to mind when i think of what all i am grateful for is probably my dog.

I know some of you think that is silly but not to me. I never knew before I got this dog how much it would end up helping me later. We grew up with a mini zoo in our house. My pops has this soft spot for animals, especially ones that are hurt or need help. We never knew what he'd cme home with next. A short list of some of the pets my father brought home to us throughout the years:


A guiena pig that was abused. The previous owners had him in a cabinet under the kitchen sink for who knows how long and didn't feed it or clean itsliving area or anything. He was the mantinence man at the place we lived so when they moved he found te poor baby and sure enough nursed it back to health. That little guys name was cowboy and he wound up living another 8 years. Now that is a long time for a guinea pig.
Cowboy


A cat who managed to get his butthole glued shut by some mean kids... It was walking around making horrible sounds so my dad brings it home and put glue remover on its "area" so it could poop. He decided later to keep the kitty. We named him bubbles. But he was nicknamed satan later due to his not so friendly nature.
Bubbles the cat


A dog with only 3 feet. The previous owner had stomped his other foot off in a drunken rage. My dad fed the dog anti depressants (1/2 per day) until the dog finally started eating again. It was almost killed from the traumatic incident. He still has that dog.
"Ilean" the 3 legged dog


And the list goes on and on... Point is I never understood why these pets were so important to my pops. He had this crazy bond with them that was a mystery to me. I never had anything that I was solely responsible for. That was dependant on me and me alone to survive and be happy. Hell I couldnt even manage to keep a cacus alive for long...

But I decided after a lot of thought and consideration that i was time to get a dog. I did my research and decided a mini daschound was going to be the best companion for me. Mainly cause they are small and very loving and attached to their owners. So I did just hat and now after having my very own ouppy doggie for a year and a half I see why my dad loved his pets the way he did (and still does). This dog is cooler than I am and has more personality than a room full of me's would. He has seen me through a break up, a lot of family loss, and more emotional sadness than I care to mention. And still after seeing me at my very worse, my dog is the one and only thing in my entire life that has continued to love me unconditionally regardless of my imperfections. He doesn't care if I am dressed to kill or dressed at all. It makes him no difference if I am in bed with flu or feeling on top of the world. He still loves his mommy (thats me) all the same. When I leave, for ten mins or ten days, he is always waiting for me at the door when I get home with a wagging tail and a whole bunch of kisses like he hit the lottery or something. I get to be a rock star everytime I walk into my apartment. Thanks Bubbie for being the bestest friend a girl could ever have.