Here I am at work. My boss is on vacation. Actually, most of the people that work here are on vacation. I kinda like working without people milling about. It sure makes it a ton easier to get stuff accomplished, that's for sure. Also, my phone has been quiet all morning. It's almost lunch time. I've got no complaints ... about today.
Never fear! Just because I am happy today, doesn't mean that there's nothing wrong in the world. Let me just rattle off a few things that have pissed me off in the past week or so:
1) The jerk who was flashing his lights in my rear view mirror to get me to speed up ... in spite of the fact that someone was in front of me. When he finally passed me, he had a bumper sticker proclaiming that "Peace is the only way" ...
2) My mother insisting that I have a yeast allergy because .... (drum roll please) ... I had a sore throat and nasal congestion! Um, hello!!! It was a COLD!!!!
3) My mother thinking it's ridiculous that a coworker of hers is taking the month of January off because she is adopting a five year old child whose parents were both killed. I told her I thought it was a valid reason to take a month off, especially due to the fact that the kid is probably traumatized as it is. Her response? "It can't be fixed in a month, it'll take therapy for the rest of his life. What good is one month going to do?" I swear ...
4) My mother ... well, notice the pattern here?
My mother:
My mother is certifiable. I don't mean this in the funny way, I truly mean it. It drives me nuts!! I mean, she believed at one point that when she was pregnant with me there were twins. One was abducted by aliens ... and now I have a twin sister in space. Yeah.
She believes she is a prophet. A voice speaks to her in her head at night. It tells her what to do. She does it. It's only a matter of time before it tells her to do something illegal. I'm certain of it. There is no way for me to prove this to anyone so that I can have her committed. Yeah.
She believes you can activate dormant DNA just by wishing it. For example; since I've had ancestors with brown eyes, I can change the color of my eyes ... by sheer will power! Yeah.
She believes she is sane. Yeah.
She believes that I have every new allergy or disease that is discovered. Yeah.
She ... well, she's crazy.
People don't always believe me ... until they meet her. Then they know. Then, when at a party I say, "My mother ..." ears prick up and everyone wants to hear the latest. Yeah.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Blech
I am not certain of what, exactly, this post is going to be about. It may lead nowhere. I have insomnia, I've been up since 2:00 a.m. and the alarm will be going off in 25 minutes. That sucks ass. It especially sucks because I have a very important meeting at work this morning at 11 that I am not 100% prepared for ... I was planning on doing some major prep this morning when I get into work ... but now, I'm not going to be on my "A" game. Hopefully I can at least be on my "B" game!
It's December. I live in fucking Colorado, but I've yet to see a snow that's more than a dusting. It's especially bizarre because I live in the mountains. The super-duper high mountains have seen snow, or so I've heard ... but the shorter ones have not. This makes me cranky. If I have to endure never being home in the daylight hours because it's winter, then please at least let me see some snow. Of all the things to bitch about ... insomnia justifies everything!
I lost my cell phone over Thanksgiving weekend. I am ashamed to admit that I am one of those dumb asses who has stored all my phone numbers in there, and I don't have a hard copy anywhere. So, there are some people who I may never speak to again, because I don't have their numbers. Of course, I suppose they could call me ... but I know a couple just have my cell phone programmed in their work issued cells, and with the economy in the toilet, well if their jobs are lost ... there goes our contact. Whatever.
I think I boggled the shit out of my boss yesterday. He came into my office and sat down. He then blathered on about how the economy is in the toilet, and aren't I happy I have this job? I looked him straight in the eye and said, "A well paying job is a luxury, not a necessity. If I didn't have this job, I'd still be okay." The look on his face was complete confusion. It was obvious that he totally did not grasp the concept. I feel sorry for him. It was a true statement I made. It's kind of empowering to realize that. Ugh, there's that word ... "empowering"!
I hate that word because it's so overused these days. Especially by those who choose to play the constant victim in day to day life. I've known a few in my days ... victims, that is. The ones that especially irritate me are the ones who use the fact that something bad happened 30 years ago, so now they HAVE to be dysfunctional. When a certain amount of time passes after an experience, it becomes a CHOICE to be a victim. If kids teased you in elementary school for some thing that kids tease about ... when 30 plus years pass ... get the fuck over it!! Seriously.
Ooh, I hear the coffee maker. It just kicked on. Soon I will be full of caffeine. So, I will end this rant about ... well, everything. I hope I survive the day with my sanity in tact.
It's December. I live in fucking Colorado, but I've yet to see a snow that's more than a dusting. It's especially bizarre because I live in the mountains. The super-duper high mountains have seen snow, or so I've heard ... but the shorter ones have not. This makes me cranky. If I have to endure never being home in the daylight hours because it's winter, then please at least let me see some snow. Of all the things to bitch about ... insomnia justifies everything!
I lost my cell phone over Thanksgiving weekend. I am ashamed to admit that I am one of those dumb asses who has stored all my phone numbers in there, and I don't have a hard copy anywhere. So, there are some people who I may never speak to again, because I don't have their numbers. Of course, I suppose they could call me ... but I know a couple just have my cell phone programmed in their work issued cells, and with the economy in the toilet, well if their jobs are lost ... there goes our contact. Whatever.
I think I boggled the shit out of my boss yesterday. He came into my office and sat down. He then blathered on about how the economy is in the toilet, and aren't I happy I have this job? I looked him straight in the eye and said, "A well paying job is a luxury, not a necessity. If I didn't have this job, I'd still be okay." The look on his face was complete confusion. It was obvious that he totally did not grasp the concept. I feel sorry for him. It was a true statement I made. It's kind of empowering to realize that. Ugh, there's that word ... "empowering"!
I hate that word because it's so overused these days. Especially by those who choose to play the constant victim in day to day life. I've known a few in my days ... victims, that is. The ones that especially irritate me are the ones who use the fact that something bad happened 30 years ago, so now they HAVE to be dysfunctional. When a certain amount of time passes after an experience, it becomes a CHOICE to be a victim. If kids teased you in elementary school for some thing that kids tease about ... when 30 plus years pass ... get the fuck over it!! Seriously.
Ooh, I hear the coffee maker. It just kicked on. Soon I will be full of caffeine. So, I will end this rant about ... well, everything. I hope I survive the day with my sanity in tact.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
National Gluttony Day
Today is called "Thanksgiving", but in my experience, people aren't usually thankful for anything on this day. This is the day that most people who are able shovel as much food into their mouths as possible. This is yet one more day that people should be ashamed of themselves.
Once upon a time I worked in a grocery store. I remember the day before Thanksgiving was one of the busiest days of the year. I also remember people spending hundreds of dollars on the food for one meal. I think the record was one lady who spent $800. Can you believe that shit? People buying and preparing so much food and most of it ends up getting thrown out from going bad in the fridge at a later date.
Later today I will be going to my mother's home to celebrate this day. We don't eat the traditional turkey meal. Our tradition is to prepare food from different cultures. Two years ago we did Middle Eastern food, last year my step father insisted on a stupid turkey and it was a flop, this year we are preparing Indian food. We will have tika masala served over jasmine rice, saag paneer, and naan with mint chutney. For desert we will be having white pumpkin pudding with saffron.
This meal for four people would have cost less than $100. I must admit I felt smug about it. Then my mother started freaking out in the grocery store about the fact that she thought we didn't have enough food. She started going on and on about how we needed appetizers; that we needed to have food to graze on all day because that is what is traditional!! I practically screamed at her in the store, "That's an American custom mother!! Gluttony is not a tradition to be proud of!!"
Needless to say, this turned a lot of heads our way. People actually glared at me. Not at my mother for wanting to succumb to the stupid tradition. So, in a huff, I marched off and bought her some more food. Appetizers. Things to fill her up before meal time. Things to make her feel safe in a worthless, shameful tradition. Today I am truly thankful for being capable of having enough food to feed a family of four in another part of the world for more than a week, but I am ashamed that we will try to eat it all in one day. Sigh ...
Once upon a time I worked in a grocery store. I remember the day before Thanksgiving was one of the busiest days of the year. I also remember people spending hundreds of dollars on the food for one meal. I think the record was one lady who spent $800. Can you believe that shit? People buying and preparing so much food and most of it ends up getting thrown out from going bad in the fridge at a later date.
Later today I will be going to my mother's home to celebrate this day. We don't eat the traditional turkey meal. Our tradition is to prepare food from different cultures. Two years ago we did Middle Eastern food, last year my step father insisted on a stupid turkey and it was a flop, this year we are preparing Indian food. We will have tika masala served over jasmine rice, saag paneer, and naan with mint chutney. For desert we will be having white pumpkin pudding with saffron.
This meal for four people would have cost less than $100. I must admit I felt smug about it. Then my mother started freaking out in the grocery store about the fact that she thought we didn't have enough food. She started going on and on about how we needed appetizers; that we needed to have food to graze on all day because that is what is traditional!! I practically screamed at her in the store, "That's an American custom mother!! Gluttony is not a tradition to be proud of!!"
Needless to say, this turned a lot of heads our way. People actually glared at me. Not at my mother for wanting to succumb to the stupid tradition. So, in a huff, I marched off and bought her some more food. Appetizers. Things to fill her up before meal time. Things to make her feel safe in a worthless, shameful tradition. Today I am truly thankful for being capable of having enough food to feed a family of four in another part of the world for more than a week, but I am ashamed that we will try to eat it all in one day. Sigh ...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Park This, Bitch!
So, I get into my car the other day to head to work. It's still dark when I leave home these days, what with the stupid time change and all. I come home from work, once again in the dark. This goes on for a few days. Then, I decide I need to go out to lunch. You know, actually leave the office to go somewhere ... away. When I approach my car I notice a nice, huge-ass dent in the driver side door!!
Now, I'm not talking about a small door ding. Nope!! It's a big frickin' dent! This pisses me off for three reasons:
1) What the fuck is wrong with people that they don't leave a damn note when they fuck up your car? It's obvious their car also incurred some damage ... I'm sure they'll file a claim and say it happened when they weren't around. Either that or they don't have insurance.
2) When and where the hell did this happen?? My awake in the daylight hours are all spent in a damn building!! All my free time during the week occurs IN THE DARK!!!
3) Why am I so upset? It's just a damn car! It still works fine and I feel like a shallow bitch for giving a damn about having a dent in my door when some people don't even know where their next meal is coming from!! Meanwhile ... here I sit feeling upset about a stupid dent in my car door.
So, these are the thoughts that are monopolizing my time right now. Sigh ...
Now, I'm not talking about a small door ding. Nope!! It's a big frickin' dent! This pisses me off for three reasons:
1) What the fuck is wrong with people that they don't leave a damn note when they fuck up your car? It's obvious their car also incurred some damage ... I'm sure they'll file a claim and say it happened when they weren't around. Either that or they don't have insurance.
2) When and where the hell did this happen?? My awake in the daylight hours are all spent in a damn building!! All my free time during the week occurs IN THE DARK!!!
3) Why am I so upset? It's just a damn car! It still works fine and I feel like a shallow bitch for giving a damn about having a dent in my door when some people don't even know where their next meal is coming from!! Meanwhile ... here I sit feeling upset about a stupid dent in my car door.
So, these are the thoughts that are monopolizing my time right now. Sigh ...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Where The Hell Have I Been!?!?!
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I have been a bad, bad blogger. I don't have any real excuse. Don't get me wrong, I've got excuses ... just not any good ones. I would make promises that it'll never, ever happen again, but I did that last time, and then I went off and did this 12 week(ish) hiatus. So, let's just say that I've been on hiatus. Yeah, that's it!!
The time I stopped writing is right around the time I began my new job. You remember, my new "real" job. Let's just say that it's just as soul sucking as the one I had over a year ago ... you know, the one I left because it was draining my soul. The one that drove me to go off and get a job that paid less, but didn't demand I check my values at the door. That meant that money was tight around the ol' household. We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat assed broke. So, now we aren't so broke anymore ... but having one's soul sucked out on a daily basis is exhausting as hell. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the sensation.
So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how different from me the people at my "real" job are. I used to go to work every single day with people who were donning facades of happiness. Those who love to shit all over the "little people" of the world. Those who strive to make a lot of money so that they can buy lots of material things for no other reason than to be able to say, "Look at what I have!!" Yeah, I used to do it every single day, and I only thought I was different than they. Now, however, after having taken a year long break and working a low paying job with "real" people, I really am a different person.
EXAMPLE: I've been car pooling with someone at my new job and one afternoon, on the way to drop her off, I had to swing by my mother's place so I could drop something off. My mother lives in an older apartment building that is mostly senior citizens. It's not run down. There aren't drug dealers in the parking lot. It's just an older brick apartment building. When I pulled up to the place, my colleague asked, "Is it safe here?"
What!?!?! Just because she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does not mean that it's not safe. Just because it's very ... "urban" ... does not mean it's not safe. Just because it doesn't fit very well into some shallow assed mind's idea of how a senior citizen should be living, does not mean shit. It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!
Okay, that's only one story of about a billion that have happened since I last wrote. I've got to run to take the dogs to a vet appointment, so I have to end this now. I just had to take a few minutes to stop neglecting my blog. I will try to be more attentive to it. That is something I can promise ... to try!
The time I stopped writing is right around the time I began my new job. You remember, my new "real" job. Let's just say that it's just as soul sucking as the one I had over a year ago ... you know, the one I left because it was draining my soul. The one that drove me to go off and get a job that paid less, but didn't demand I check my values at the door. That meant that money was tight around the ol' household. We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat assed broke. So, now we aren't so broke anymore ... but having one's soul sucked out on a daily basis is exhausting as hell. I'm sure most of you are familiar with the sensation.
So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how different from me the people at my "real" job are. I used to go to work every single day with people who were donning facades of happiness. Those who love to shit all over the "little people" of the world. Those who strive to make a lot of money so that they can buy lots of material things for no other reason than to be able to say, "Look at what I have!!" Yeah, I used to do it every single day, and I only thought I was different than they. Now, however, after having taken a year long break and working a low paying job with "real" people, I really am a different person.
EXAMPLE: I've been car pooling with someone at my new job and one afternoon, on the way to drop her off, I had to swing by my mother's place so I could drop something off. My mother lives in an older apartment building that is mostly senior citizens. It's not run down. There aren't drug dealers in the parking lot. It's just an older brick apartment building. When I pulled up to the place, my colleague asked, "Is it safe here?"
What!?!?! Just because she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does not mean that it's not safe. Just because it's very ... "urban" ... does not mean it's not safe. Just because it doesn't fit very well into some shallow assed mind's idea of how a senior citizen should be living, does not mean shit. It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!
Okay, that's only one story of about a billion that have happened since I last wrote. I've got to run to take the dogs to a vet appointment, so I have to end this now. I just had to take a few minutes to stop neglecting my blog. I will try to be more attentive to it. That is something I can promise ... to try!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
So Much Going On
Alas, I have been absent for quite a spell ... again. I think my life may be settling down again. Whew!! Yesterday my body slammed on the brakes for me by hitting me with a 102* temperature. That was my only symptom. That and the chills and aches that go along with a high fever. I slept all day, between lousy Lifetime Movie Network movies, and my fever broke last night. I survived!!!
Last Sunday was my friend's wedding. The one where I was the best man. It was boring, as weddings usually are (IMHO). I gave the toast and it went okay. I mean, people laughed when they were supposed to, and the glasses got clinked. Success!! Also there was the crazy guy who took both the bride and groom by the hand and told them to "get right with Jesus" to avoid the pits of hell. No shit.
I got a job on the weekends to earn some extra cash. So I'm waiting tables again. Ugh!! Not as easy on the old bod as it used to be in my 20's. I'm pulling in some nice cash that doesn't necessarily have to be budgeted. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily kombucha and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what kombucha is, it's this fermented health drink/tea that tastes a bit like vinegar, but it's so good for you. And, well, I like the taste.
Also, I scored the job that I had applied for and got that grueling second interview. I start that job on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait to be stressed out again!! But, hey, it's got a nice salary and benefits. Plus, we can't forget the company car! With the price of gas these days, it'll definitely help. So I now have two jobs, on for paying bills and planning for retirement ... one for mad money! Like I'll have time to spend money when I never have a day off!
I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. Hmmm ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the DNC ... next week it the RNC. I will watch that one too, but it'll only piss me off, I'm sure. So, let's wait until that starts and I'll probably have a few rants.
Last Sunday was my friend's wedding. The one where I was the best man. It was boring, as weddings usually are (IMHO). I gave the toast and it went okay. I mean, people laughed when they were supposed to, and the glasses got clinked. Success!! Also there was the crazy guy who took both the bride and groom by the hand and told them to "get right with Jesus" to avoid the pits of hell. No shit.
I got a job on the weekends to earn some extra cash. So I'm waiting tables again. Ugh!! Not as easy on the old bod as it used to be in my 20's. I'm pulling in some nice cash that doesn't necessarily have to be budgeted. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily kombucha and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what kombucha is, it's this fermented health drink/tea that tastes a bit like vinegar, but it's so good for you. And, well, I like the taste.
Also, I scored the job that I had applied for and got that grueling second interview. I start that job on Tuesday morning. I can hardly wait to be stressed out again!! But, hey, it's got a nice salary and benefits. Plus, we can't forget the company car! With the price of gas these days, it'll definitely help. So I now have two jobs, on for paying bills and planning for retirement ... one for mad money! Like I'll have time to spend money when I never have a day off!
I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. Hmmm ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the DNC ... next week it the RNC. I will watch that one too, but it'll only piss me off, I'm sure. So, let's wait until that starts and I'll probably have a few rants.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Say What?
Okay, so I had a second interview today with the company that is very similar to the one I left a year ago due to my misery and stress level. Evidently I am a glutton for punishment, seeing as how I'm re pursuing that career path. The interview went very well, or so I believe. I mean, it lasted an hour and forty minutes. It was grueling as hell! I hated sitting there trying to sell myself to a company that, ultimately, will probably lead me to have excessive levels of stress ... again.
Anyway ... after my first interview, the woman gave me a web site to visit so that I could take a personality assessment test. She told me that, if I were to get a second interview, the questions would be based on my answers on the test. Okay, thank you, bye bye. I got a call yesterday requesting I go in for a second interview, which I did ... today.
The first question they asked me (based on my personality test, I presume) was, "do you consider yourself to be type A?" The second question (no kidding) was, "if someone were to move the stapler on your desk, would you notice?" What the hell type of questions are these?? My answers to the questions were "no" and "it depends" (with an explanation on what it depends). Either way, I still am wondering, "huh?"
I should know in about a week and a half if I got the job. In the meantime, I'm going to try to figure out what they wanted me to feel about my stapler. I hope I gave the right answer. Or do I?
Anyway ... after my first interview, the woman gave me a web site to visit so that I could take a personality assessment test. She told me that, if I were to get a second interview, the questions would be based on my answers on the test. Okay, thank you, bye bye. I got a call yesterday requesting I go in for a second interview, which I did ... today.
The first question they asked me (based on my personality test, I presume) was, "do you consider yourself to be type A?" The second question (no kidding) was, "if someone were to move the stapler on your desk, would you notice?" What the hell type of questions are these?? My answers to the questions were "no" and "it depends" (with an explanation on what it depends). Either way, I still am wondering, "huh?"
I should know in about a week and a half if I got the job. In the meantime, I'm going to try to figure out what they wanted me to feel about my stapler. I hope I gave the right answer. Or do I?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Time to Take a Breather
Wow! It seems as if things have not slowed down at all lately. Everything that needs to get done seems like an emergency and I can't rest until things get done. I've been busy looking for a new job, organizing and throwing a bachelor party for a friend in whose wedding I am to be the "best man", trying to go through and downsize everything I own so that the move to Oregon next year won't be too insane, and trying to not have a nervous break down during it all.
This past weekend was the bachelor party for my guy friend. We went camping Friday night, it rained and hailed and we drove through a blizzard to get back into town for the Saturday night festivities. We drank excessively on Friday night since we were trapped in the tent due to the weather, so we were hung over as hell on Saturday morning.
Saturday night was the big party night with the other groomsmen. We went out to dinner, then to a strip club (yup), then back to the hotel for a stripper that we had reserved to come by for an hour (insane!), then bowling, and finally ... sleep.
Most of it was bearable, but let me tell you ... men are insane. Strippers at strip clubs are preferable because there are set rules and guidelines that MUST be followed, or you get kicked out of the club. Strippers that come for private parties? Well, boundaries aren't really set and insane shit happens!! Thank the gods she didn't come with a burro!! Seriously folks!!! I-N-S-A-N-E!!! That's all I really have to say about that. When I got home on Sunday morning I was so exhausted that I slept for 13 hours. That was the best part.
As for the job hunt ... I'm not sure which direction I'm going with it. I've submitted my resume for all sorts of crap, and filled out applications for the bar scene. It's like I want to do the whole server thing to get back in the swing of things for when we have the bar in Oregon, but part of me begins to panic about things like money and insurance ... so I run off and submit my resume for other jobs. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I had a really good interview last Thursday, but I keep reminding myself that when I did that kind of work previously I hated it and left for my sanity. So, who really knows what'll happen there.
Hopefully now that the stress of throwing the party for my friend is over, I can get back to being irritated about normal things. We shall see. It feels good to be back though. Whew!
This past weekend was the bachelor party for my guy friend. We went camping Friday night, it rained and hailed and we drove through a blizzard to get back into town for the Saturday night festivities. We drank excessively on Friday night since we were trapped in the tent due to the weather, so we were hung over as hell on Saturday morning.
Saturday night was the big party night with the other groomsmen. We went out to dinner, then to a strip club (yup), then back to the hotel for a stripper that we had reserved to come by for an hour (insane!), then bowling, and finally ... sleep.
Most of it was bearable, but let me tell you ... men are insane. Strippers at strip clubs are preferable because there are set rules and guidelines that MUST be followed, or you get kicked out of the club. Strippers that come for private parties? Well, boundaries aren't really set and insane shit happens!! Thank the gods she didn't come with a burro!! Seriously folks!!! I-N-S-A-N-E!!! That's all I really have to say about that. When I got home on Sunday morning I was so exhausted that I slept for 13 hours. That was the best part.
As for the job hunt ... I'm not sure which direction I'm going with it. I've submitted my resume for all sorts of crap, and filled out applications for the bar scene. It's like I want to do the whole server thing to get back in the swing of things for when we have the bar in Oregon, but part of me begins to panic about things like money and insurance ... so I run off and submit my resume for other jobs. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I had a really good interview last Thursday, but I keep reminding myself that when I did that kind of work previously I hated it and left for my sanity. So, who really knows what'll happen there.
Hopefully now that the stress of throwing the party for my friend is over, I can get back to being irritated about normal things. We shall see. It feels good to be back though. Whew!
Friday, August 1, 2008
A Mamby Pamby Society
I don't know how any of you feel about this subject, but let me just go off a bit about this society that caters to the weak. I am so sick of people who use false illnesses as excuses to get pity. By "false illnesses" I am specifically speaking about FMS ... better known as Fibromyalgia. I also feel this way about CFS ... Chronic Fatigue Syndrome ... and various other "illnesses" ... to me they don't exist. If you ask me, these problems are really just the body reacting to toxins it's getting pumped into it. Every person I've ever met who has one of these "illnesses" is morbidly obese. Not just a little plump, but way, way, way overweight. Obese to the point that I'm surprised their knees don't snap under all the weight. I don't want to go on and on, I just want to say ... these illnesses don't exist. You don't hear of people caving under them in history now do ya? NOPE ... people used to understand that things HAVE TO GET DONE OR YOU DIE!!! Okay, rant over.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A Month to Whine About!
WOW!!! It's been a month since I've posted!!! Where the hell have I been??? Well, let's see ... I went camping again, but this time I focused on enjoying the great outdoors WITHOUT the alcohol. That was a success!! I hiked and roughed it and had an overall good time. That was only four day though ....
My significant other's father had a heart attack ... but he's okay!!! He wants to retire now, so he wants to hand over his bar and grill to us. So, we'll be relocating to OREGON next year. WOW!!! After reading all about Trophy Guy's stresses with owning his own business, I'm a little freaked out. I'm sure we'll survive though. ALSO, my new hobby can become hunting for Sasquatch on my days off. Wait, days off don't happen when you own your own business.
I'm looking for another job. I currently spend $300 a month on gas just commuting to work. It's just not worth it. Since we'll be owning a bar and grill, I'm toying with the idea of schlepping drinks for the next year. We'll see.
A close friend of mine is losing her home to foreclosure. Gotta love the economy!!
My significant other got bitten in the face (yes, the face) by the above friend's dog. The dog has since been put down ... we didn't pressure her to do that, and we didn't press charges. However, the dog had bitten four other people in the past ... seemed like a pattern. Animal Control is now up our asses trying to FORCE us to give them info about the dog. We are keeping our lips zipped and telling them the dog is dead now. Oi!
I'm sure more has happened, but it all eludes me now. I need to get caught up on everyone else's blogs.
Peace.
My significant other's father had a heart attack ... but he's okay!!! He wants to retire now, so he wants to hand over his bar and grill to us. So, we'll be relocating to OREGON next year. WOW!!! After reading all about Trophy Guy's stresses with owning his own business, I'm a little freaked out. I'm sure we'll survive though. ALSO, my new hobby can become hunting for Sasquatch on my days off. Wait, days off don't happen when you own your own business.
I'm looking for another job. I currently spend $300 a month on gas just commuting to work. It's just not worth it. Since we'll be owning a bar and grill, I'm toying with the idea of schlepping drinks for the next year. We'll see.
A close friend of mine is losing her home to foreclosure. Gotta love the economy!!
My significant other got bitten in the face (yes, the face) by the above friend's dog. The dog has since been put down ... we didn't pressure her to do that, and we didn't press charges. However, the dog had bitten four other people in the past ... seemed like a pattern. Animal Control is now up our asses trying to FORCE us to give them info about the dog. We are keeping our lips zipped and telling them the dog is dead now. Oi!
I'm sure more has happened, but it all eludes me now. I need to get caught up on everyone else's blogs.
Peace.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I Think I Made the Wrong Choice
Okay, a bit of background info and scene sketching:
My neighbor who resides across the street is an asshole. I mean, he literally came banging on my door one day, screaming so close to my face that I could smell his putrid breath and feel his spittle hitting me. That whole ordeal was about a car that he thought was parked too near his property ... not on his property, just too close.
It was apparent to me that day that he has no problem terrorizing women. I am not easily manipulated, but when he did this it was terrifying! I just went auto-pilot and went to move the car. My instinct was to get this taken care of a.s.a.p. so that he would go away and I could retreat into my home. That fucking bastard really had me upset. THEN, to top it off, I got a call the next day saying he had complained that my dog had attacked him on several occasions and needed to be put down. That was my warning to keep my dog in check. (My dog NEVER did such a thing) When he did that, it felt as if he was making sure that I know that he is in control and will fuck with my life, if he deems it necessary.
He is married and I was relaying the whole story to my partner that I am sure he beats his wife. I mean, if he is comfortable enough to terrorize complete strangers, then I'm sure he's more than comfortable knocking around his wife behind closed doors. Makes sense, right? Hopefully this fully fills in the background info.
I live in a small mountain town that is commutable to a major metropolitan area. The road on which I reside is a dirt road and my neighbors houses are spaced out rather nicely. This is the woods, people. Sound carries out here ... one dog bark and it sounds sooooo loud. Anyway, hope the scene is sketched.
Yesterday:
When I got home from work, as I was getting out of my car I could hear yelling. Angry yelling. The noise was coming from assholes house. I could hear crashing and screaming by both he and his wife. He was calling her every name in the book and berating her. She was crying and screaming about the "whys" and the "pleases" ... The normally long walk to my front door took an extra long time as I was eaves dropping, and debating in my mind about whether or not to call the cops.
I opted not to call the cops for two reasons ... 1) I am afraid of this man and feared he would know it was I who called the cops ... thus bringing retribution in the form of possibly poisoning my dog or calling the authorities about his "attacks" 2) I've known women in abusive situations, and until they are ready to leave, they usually deny the happenings to the police ... so, what was the point?
This morning I feel guilty about not calling. That, and I am angry at myself for allowing my fear of this man to stop me from doing what I believe is right. I truly believe I made the wrong choice. Next time I will call the cops ... I hope.
My neighbor who resides across the street is an asshole. I mean, he literally came banging on my door one day, screaming so close to my face that I could smell his putrid breath and feel his spittle hitting me. That whole ordeal was about a car that he thought was parked too near his property ... not on his property, just too close.
It was apparent to me that day that he has no problem terrorizing women. I am not easily manipulated, but when he did this it was terrifying! I just went auto-pilot and went to move the car. My instinct was to get this taken care of a.s.a.p. so that he would go away and I could retreat into my home. That fucking bastard really had me upset. THEN, to top it off, I got a call the next day saying he had complained that my dog had attacked him on several occasions and needed to be put down. That was my warning to keep my dog in check. (My dog NEVER did such a thing) When he did that, it felt as if he was making sure that I know that he is in control and will fuck with my life, if he deems it necessary.
He is married and I was relaying the whole story to my partner that I am sure he beats his wife. I mean, if he is comfortable enough to terrorize complete strangers, then I'm sure he's more than comfortable knocking around his wife behind closed doors. Makes sense, right? Hopefully this fully fills in the background info.
I live in a small mountain town that is commutable to a major metropolitan area. The road on which I reside is a dirt road and my neighbors houses are spaced out rather nicely. This is the woods, people. Sound carries out here ... one dog bark and it sounds sooooo loud. Anyway, hope the scene is sketched.
Yesterday:
When I got home from work, as I was getting out of my car I could hear yelling. Angry yelling. The noise was coming from assholes house. I could hear crashing and screaming by both he and his wife. He was calling her every name in the book and berating her. She was crying and screaming about the "whys" and the "pleases" ... The normally long walk to my front door took an extra long time as I was eaves dropping, and debating in my mind about whether or not to call the cops.
I opted not to call the cops for two reasons ... 1) I am afraid of this man and feared he would know it was I who called the cops ... thus bringing retribution in the form of possibly poisoning my dog or calling the authorities about his "attacks" 2) I've known women in abusive situations, and until they are ready to leave, they usually deny the happenings to the police ... so, what was the point?
This morning I feel guilty about not calling. That, and I am angry at myself for allowing my fear of this man to stop me from doing what I believe is right. I truly believe I made the wrong choice. Next time I will call the cops ... I hope.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Malnourishment by Way of Gluttony
Here in the good ol' U.S. of A. it isn't uncommon for people to find out they are lacking in some essential nutrient necessary to be healthy. I live in a nation that is overrun with obese people (hey, I'm not finger pointing, I'm no skinny Minnie by any stretch of the imagination), alcoholics, drug addicts, sex addicts, gambling addicts, shopaholics ... well, you see my point? The USA is a nation full of people who like to overindulge. Sadly, I also fall into that category on occasion. (like me and the booze at the recent camping adventure)
In response to this, I've made a concerted effort to eat things with ingredients I can either pronounce, or Google search to see if it's really a food item. I make as much from scratch as possible ... and read the labels on EVERYTHING I eat. I am not a vegetarian, but I don't eat meat too often. Part of that is because I only buy all natural, organic, free range, never been injected with chemicals, really frickin' expensive meat ... the budget won't allow for too much of it, and that's okay ... meat isn't necessary every day of the week.
Where am I going with this? I have no idea ... this whole rant began because I was pondering the gluttonous lifestyle in this country, and began typing with no real aim. Another point I wanted to make was that once you start label reading, you can see how "they" sneak corn syrup and MSG into as much as possible. It's no secret that those two ingredients are far from healthy. That and all the aspartame that they laden "diet" foods with. I've got an idea!!! How about people stop starving their bodies with empty calories and eat real foods. In that process you will feel sated due to the actual nutrition in real food, and your body will stop feeling so hungry!! Why are you hungry? Because you're filling yourself up with CHEMICALS!!!
Soylent green is people!!!
This concludes my poorly structured rant. Thank you.
In response to this, I've made a concerted effort to eat things with ingredients I can either pronounce, or Google search to see if it's really a food item. I make as much from scratch as possible ... and read the labels on EVERYTHING I eat. I am not a vegetarian, but I don't eat meat too often. Part of that is because I only buy all natural, organic, free range, never been injected with chemicals, really frickin' expensive meat ... the budget won't allow for too much of it, and that's okay ... meat isn't necessary every day of the week.
Where am I going with this? I have no idea ... this whole rant began because I was pondering the gluttonous lifestyle in this country, and began typing with no real aim. Another point I wanted to make was that once you start label reading, you can see how "they" sneak corn syrup and MSG into as much as possible. It's no secret that those two ingredients are far from healthy. That and all the aspartame that they laden "diet" foods with. I've got an idea!!! How about people stop starving their bodies with empty calories and eat real foods. In that process you will feel sated due to the actual nutrition in real food, and your body will stop feeling so hungry!! Why are you hungry? Because you're filling yourself up with CHEMICALS!!!
Soylent green is people!!!
This concludes my poorly structured rant. Thank you.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Back and Relaxed
I'm back from the woods! I am refreshed, revived, re - everything ... and it feels good! In spite of the fact that I live in the woods all the time, it's easier to relax when I'm dwelling in a tent. I think something about being at home makes me feel the burden of projects that still need to get done ... so I went camping and left all the burdens at home. Ahhh ...
On day one, while we were setting up the tent, the larger of my two dogs killed a baby chipmunk. I was being a responsible pet owner, I swear. I had him tied up securely ... but what's a dog to do when the critter comes within reach? He killed it ... didn't try to eat it ... I think he wanted to play with it. Minimal scolding ensued, along a proper cremation of the remains.
Also, about 150 yards or so from where we set up camp, I stumbled upon the remains of a deer. Now when I say "remains", I'm not referring to a dead body. Nope, nature doesn't work that way. I mean I found a section of the vertebrae, a leg bone, and another unidentifiable bone. That sucker was picked clean. I thought it was kinda cool, but then it made me nervous about lurking mt. lions and all.
I drank entirely too much whilst sitting around the campfire ... all nights. I got a sunburn that hurts like hell. I can't wait to do it all again.
**UPDATE**
The "lost tribe" I wrote about a couple of weeks ago ... turns out they weren't undiscovered. A photographer made the story up in order to stop logging in that area. Meanwhile, it was posted all over the place ... by reputable news sources. They aren't all being so quick on spreading the fact that it's a hoax (according to this article) because they think it puts their credibility in question. Well ... duh!
On day one, while we were setting up the tent, the larger of my two dogs killed a baby chipmunk. I was being a responsible pet owner, I swear. I had him tied up securely ... but what's a dog to do when the critter comes within reach? He killed it ... didn't try to eat it ... I think he wanted to play with it. Minimal scolding ensued, along a proper cremation of the remains.
Also, about 150 yards or so from where we set up camp, I stumbled upon the remains of a deer. Now when I say "remains", I'm not referring to a dead body. Nope, nature doesn't work that way. I mean I found a section of the vertebrae, a leg bone, and another unidentifiable bone. That sucker was picked clean. I thought it was kinda cool, but then it made me nervous about lurking mt. lions and all.
I drank entirely too much whilst sitting around the campfire ... all nights. I got a sunburn that hurts like hell. I can't wait to do it all again.
**UPDATE**
The "lost tribe" I wrote about a couple of weeks ago ... turns out they weren't undiscovered. A photographer made the story up in order to stop logging in that area. Meanwhile, it was posted all over the place ... by reputable news sources. They aren't all being so quick on spreading the fact that it's a hoax (according to this article) because they think it puts their credibility in question. Well ... duh!
Friday, June 20, 2008
See Ya Next Week!
I'm going into the woods with a tent, my dogs and my significant other. Getting away from it all, so to speak. Going to live like folks in refugee camps do ... that's what we Americans call a good time. (I must credit the show "Six Feet Under" for likening camping to refugee camps) Kinda gives a whole new meaning to Tom Petty's song ... who knew it was about camping? Ha! Have a good weekend all!
Monday, June 16, 2008
A True American Psycho
Evidently a man beat a toddler to death on the side of the road last night. It's not even like he beat him to death ... to put it more accurately, he slapped, punched, kicked, threw and stomped the child to death. Passers by tried to stop him, but he shoved them aside and kept on beating. The police came and ended up shooting him dead on the spot, as he deserved, because he wouldn't stop when they arrived. This story is so screwed up! What the hell??? I'm going out on a limb here, but this guy had to be on some sort of drugs, right? I mean he beat the child to the point that DNA testing will have to be done to identify the body. Who the hell does that? This proves my point ... people suck.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
That Didn't Take Long ... or Did It?
Well, it's been three glorious days of my not whining. Entirely too long, or so the Universe has thought. So, with no further ado ... on with the whining!
I swear to the fucking gods, today I had a conversation with a friend who believes that AIDS can only be spread by BLOOD to BLOOD contact. I told her semen contains the virus ... she promptly told me that it could only be spread by semen if the other person HAD A CUT THAT IT IS EMITTED TO. Ummm ... where the fuck has she been? She also made sure to mention that she had a friend who died of AIDS ... a woman ... and to that I replied, "I've had 6 close friends who have died of it. She promptly interjected ... "You don't have to be gay or lesbian to get it" ... NO SHIT SWEET HEART!!!!
When I argued the point about semen carrying HIV, she made sure to tell me that when she "was in medical school" they went over all of that. Ummmm ... she didn't go to fucking medical school ... she's and herbalist ... and apparently a stupid one!!! FERCHRISTSAKELADY ... this AIDS thing and all the facts about it is all old news!!!!
I can put up with a ton of shit from friends ... really, I can. I've put up with liars (yup, as long as I can predict the lies pathological liars don't scare me, they are interesting as hell and one day I may write a book about the few true ones I have known), pedantics ( hey, we all know everything about something, right?), egoists (yes, dear, the world revolves around you), alcoholics, addicts, narcissists ... the ones I can't stand, however, are the ones with the "ohmygodiamavictim" syndromes ... that and the assholes ... oh, did I mention the IDIOTS!?!?!?! I believe this person entered into that category by way of the HIV/AIDS discussion tunnel. I may very well cut her out of my life because of this. Honestly.
I swear to the fucking gods, today I had a conversation with a friend who believes that AIDS can only be spread by BLOOD to BLOOD contact. I told her semen contains the virus ... she promptly told me that it could only be spread by semen if the other person HAD A CUT THAT IT IS EMITTED TO. Ummm ... where the fuck has she been? She also made sure to mention that she had a friend who died of AIDS ... a woman ... and to that I replied, "I've had 6 close friends who have died of it. She promptly interjected ... "You don't have to be gay or lesbian to get it" ... NO SHIT SWEET HEART!!!!
When I argued the point about semen carrying HIV, she made sure to tell me that when she "was in medical school" they went over all of that. Ummmm ... she didn't go to fucking medical school ... she's and herbalist ... and apparently a stupid one!!! FERCHRISTSAKELADY ... this AIDS thing and all the facts about it is all old news!!!!
I can put up with a ton of shit from friends ... really, I can. I've put up with liars (yup, as long as I can predict the lies pathological liars don't scare me, they are interesting as hell and one day I may write a book about the few true ones I have known), pedantics ( hey, we all know everything about something, right?), egoists (yes, dear, the world revolves around you), alcoholics, addicts, narcissists ... the ones I can't stand, however, are the ones with the "ohmygodiamavictim" syndromes ... that and the assholes ... oh, did I mention the IDIOTS!?!?!?! I believe this person entered into that category by way of the HIV/AIDS discussion tunnel. I may very well cut her out of my life because of this. Honestly.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Too Invigorated to Whine
I haven't posted in a few days because, in spite of the fact that I am surrounded by idiots and the state of the world as a whole pretty much sucks, I've been in a good mood! Over all, my own little world is pretty excellent right now and I just can't complain. Well, I guess I can, but it would be forced and, well, I'm pretty much committed to sincere whining only.
Just as the Manager has bird nests in his gutters, I have a robin's nest right outside my bathroom window. I can watch the daily progress of the baby while brushing my teeth. I've become so obsessed with this little guy that I'm sure to be driven to tears when he flies away ... or gets eaten trying to learn to fly. Either way, I'll be sad.
I got an awesome photo of an elk with her newly born baby! The backside of the mother is still stained red from the recent birth and the baby is sooo small! It's on my cell phone, however, and I've not enough knowledge to get it onto my computer and then onto this here blog. I'm working on it!! I'll post it as soon as I figure it out.
I must have a humming bird nest in my yard too, because I hear them flying around in the very early a.m. and in the evenings. I have no feeders for them, so I'm guessing the reason I see them at those times of day is because they're commuting to and from work ... or food and such. I could be wrong, but that's okay.
My yard is a gnarly mess that needs some weed whacking, but I guess that's the luxury of living in the woods ... weeds are okay. I just need to shorten them enough so that the smaller of the two dogs doesn't get lost. He needs a nice bare spot to do his business where the predators that abound won't snatch him up!
Anyway, I'll be back when I'm not so high on life!
Just as the Manager has bird nests in his gutters, I have a robin's nest right outside my bathroom window. I can watch the daily progress of the baby while brushing my teeth. I've become so obsessed with this little guy that I'm sure to be driven to tears when he flies away ... or gets eaten trying to learn to fly. Either way, I'll be sad.
I got an awesome photo of an elk with her newly born baby! The backside of the mother is still stained red from the recent birth and the baby is sooo small! It's on my cell phone, however, and I've not enough knowledge to get it onto my computer and then onto this here blog. I'm working on it!! I'll post it as soon as I figure it out.
I must have a humming bird nest in my yard too, because I hear them flying around in the very early a.m. and in the evenings. I have no feeders for them, so I'm guessing the reason I see them at those times of day is because they're commuting to and from work ... or food and such. I could be wrong, but that's okay.
My yard is a gnarly mess that needs some weed whacking, but I guess that's the luxury of living in the woods ... weeds are okay. I just need to shorten them enough so that the smaller of the two dogs doesn't get lost. He needs a nice bare spot to do his business where the predators that abound won't snatch him up!
Anyway, I'll be back when I'm not so high on life!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I Challenge You All
I believe that altruism is really close to being dead. It seems these days as if more and more folk do good deeds so that the rest of the world will see it and be so impressed by these actions. So, my challenge to you all is ... go do something really frickin' awesome to better the world (volunteer somewhere, give a meal to a homeless person, give back the money if a cashier makes an error in your favor, pick up litter somewhere ... anything) ... then don't tell a single other person about it. Keep it to yourself. Trust me, it feels better than the "atta boy" you get from your friends ... if it doesn't, then I've proven my point about altruism dying out.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Okay, I suck ... I'm Down With That
**Please note that parts of this post were inspired by Complainaway**
There are some people in the "real world" who have been giving me a bunch of crap about my recent post celebrating the hell a former friend is experiencing. My response to them is generally an explanation about how it's the truth about how I feel and I can't control how I feel. They then say they understand that, "but did you have to air it on the 'net?" Um ... it's my blog, I can write what I want.
Let me explain something here. I absolutely do celebrate internally when some people have their lives crumble. Not all people, mind you. There are people out there who seem to take everything for granted. EVERYTHING! People who must have, have, have. They feel entitled. They are greedy, stingy bastards and they constantly have to keep up with the other folk in their suburban 'hood. These are the types of people who only give of their time and money to charitable causes for no other purpose than to look good.
These are the people who make me smirk when they get horrible diseases, have plumbing disasters in their homes, have deaths of family members or pets, and then cry out, "why me?" Well, let me tell you why ... because you are no better than anyone else and you are no more deserving of the "perfect life" than anyone else. We all have ups and downs ... this is called life sweethearts ... DEAL WITH IT!!! Rather than feeling like a victim, be happy that you don't live in, oh, Darfur, Iraq, China, Myanmar, South Africa ... the list goes on now, doesn't it? Shut your privileged North American mouth and be glad you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.
This ends my rant.
There are some people in the "real world" who have been giving me a bunch of crap about my recent post celebrating the hell a former friend is experiencing. My response to them is generally an explanation about how it's the truth about how I feel and I can't control how I feel. They then say they understand that, "but did you have to air it on the 'net?" Um ... it's my blog, I can write what I want.
Let me explain something here. I absolutely do celebrate internally when some people have their lives crumble. Not all people, mind you. There are people out there who seem to take everything for granted. EVERYTHING! People who must have, have, have. They feel entitled. They are greedy, stingy bastards and they constantly have to keep up with the other folk in their suburban 'hood. These are the types of people who only give of their time and money to charitable causes for no other purpose than to look good.
These are the people who make me smirk when they get horrible diseases, have plumbing disasters in their homes, have deaths of family members or pets, and then cry out, "why me?" Well, let me tell you why ... because you are no better than anyone else and you are no more deserving of the "perfect life" than anyone else. We all have ups and downs ... this is called life sweethearts ... DEAL WITH IT!!! Rather than feeling like a victim, be happy that you don't live in, oh, Darfur, Iraq, China, Myanmar, South Africa ... the list goes on now, doesn't it? Shut your privileged North American mouth and be glad you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.
This ends my rant.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Kids These Days
Have you heard about Alisha Dean? She's a 13 year old girl who portrays herself as a 19 year old divorcee on her myspace page. She had sex with two different men, lying about her age, and now they are both in jail. Personally, I think she looks rather young, but one of the men was 22, still wet behind the ears himself. I understand how he could be easily duped. However, the law is the law, and if they must be in jail, so be it. I do feel that the parents should be responsible about part of this though. They still admit that she "still stays out late" and that her myspace page is still up and running ... although it now says she's 16, still a lie. If she were my child, she'd be so grounded! No internet, no phone, no t.v, no anything!!! Her idiot father said, "those laws are in place because children make bad decisions" ... ahem, hey asshole, the laws aren't there to replace your parental duties!!
On the opposite end of the spectrum, this happened. A judge in Texas ordered a stepfather to paddle his step daughter in court. Now, the story doesn't say what, exactly, the child did, but maybe if Alisha Dean had gotten a paddling or two in her life, the whole thing could've been avoided.
On the opposite end of the spectrum, this happened. A judge in Texas ordered a stepfather to paddle his step daughter in court. Now, the story doesn't say what, exactly, the child did, but maybe if Alisha Dean had gotten a paddling or two in her life, the whole thing could've been avoided.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The Grudge Goes On
Is it wrong that I am celebrating the fact that on the 40th birthday of a woman I hate (and wish dead after tons of suffering) had to have her cat put down? Even if it's wrong, I am still elated by her misery. I know all the psychobabble crap about if I'm still that angry then it's just the fact that I cared so much blah de blah blah ... but I'm still happy about it. Now I can't wait until she discovers the fact that her husband is cheating on her. Ha ha bitch , that's karma!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Home Sweet Closet
So this 58 year old homeless woman in Japan got creative as hell. One day while a man left for work and happened to forget to lock his door, she snuck in and set up residency in his closet! She lived there for a frickin' year!!! She only got caught once he noticed that food was disappearing from the kitchen. Sounds like she got a bit too comfortable, and careless. If only she hadn't taken so much food, this could've gone on longer!
The moral of this story is, believe your kids when they say there's something in the closet. There really may be!
The moral of this story is, believe your kids when they say there's something in the closet. There really may be!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Hey, Something Else for Us to Destroy!
We "civilized" folk sure do like to ruin things for everyone else, don't we? It is estimated that there are some 100, as yet, undiscovered tribes worldwide. Of course, when one is discovered, we sure gotta get all up in their faces about it. This just happened in Brazil. An undiscovered tribe was just minding it's own business and, CLICK, we had to photograph it, scare the bejezus out of them, then post it all over the internet.
Yes, I am guilty, I am posting it also. I, however, am doing so in order to scream ... "Just leave well enough alone!" Seems to me that the world would be a better place if we had all just decided to stay in little villages and not dominate the planet. I mean, sure there would be murder and destruction on a small scale, but the planet over all would be better off. Disease wouldn't be running rampant all over the place if we were in isolated groups. Some would die off ... a "thinning of the herd", if you will ... but that's the natural order of things. Nature's own population control.
So, when we (the "civilized") run into those still living primally, we adulterate it. Here's the link to the article about the discovered tribe. Yes, the article promotes the protection of this and other tribes, but a picture is worth a thousand words, and what this photo tells me is that we are some scary muthas!!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Just a Theory, Mind You
I'm going to presume that most everyone has heard about what happened to Val Thomas. Just in case you've been living under a rock, the quick version is that she was brain dead for almost 18 hours, rigor mortis had set in, and then she woke up.
Now, I'm not wanting to step on the toes of anyone who may be of a particular monotheistic faith that involves a certain belief about a man who supposedly rose from the dead, but, so did this woman. SO, either it's a possibility that this is what happened to that particular man, perfectly possible ... now that we've seen it. OR, this woman is the second coming of said man and you should flock to her post haste. Seeing as how she is female, I'm certain this won't happen any time soon.
All this proves to me is that, when it's your time, it's your time. When it's not, it's not. Although she's giving all sorts of credit to "God". My question to her is, why you? Why not some poor, innocent, abused child who hasn't been on the planet for 59 years? I'm not saying I wish she were still dead, I'm just saying that it's more than likely scientifically expainable. Just like with that other dude some 2000 ish years ago.
Now, I'm not wanting to step on the toes of anyone who may be of a particular monotheistic faith that involves a certain belief about a man who supposedly rose from the dead, but, so did this woman. SO, either it's a possibility that this is what happened to that particular man, perfectly possible ... now that we've seen it. OR, this woman is the second coming of said man and you should flock to her post haste. Seeing as how she is female, I'm certain this won't happen any time soon.
All this proves to me is that, when it's your time, it's your time. When it's not, it's not. Although she's giving all sorts of credit to "God". My question to her is, why you? Why not some poor, innocent, abused child who hasn't been on the planet for 59 years? I'm not saying I wish she were still dead, I'm just saying that it's more than likely scientifically expainable. Just like with that other dude some 2000 ish years ago.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ramblings of a Mad Woman
Things have been crazy lately. I wouldn't even know where to begin, so I'll just make a numbered list. No particular order BTW.
1) WTF is up in Myanmar? As "The Manager" so eloquently put it ... "The Junta are Puntas!" And now they must brace themselves for the possibility of yet one more storm, when they haven't even begun to recover from the last.
2) China. The population is bulging and as they build to keep up ... BAM! They didn't build it right. Now, I'm not all too familiar with China and it's fault lines. The only area I know much about in Asia is Japan ... it's used to getting tons of quakes. The buildings there are built in such a way as to allow the buildings to move with the Earth. If you are asleep, especially on a futon, it may feel like you are in a water bed.
If China gets many quakes (I'll do some research), and they built wrong ... Maybe they don't get many quakes and I'm totally off base. Still, it's devastating what's going on there.
3) My 20 year old cat died. Maybe it didn't affect the rest of the planet, but it threw me for a loop. I had become so accustomed to her always being present that now I'm in shock. I had dubbed her "The Immortal" ... she was going strong right up until the end. We should all be so lucky! RIP Miss Thursday, see ya on the other side! And my personal advice to anyone wanting to know the secret to feline longevity ... processed cheeses and pepperoni ... musta been all the preservatives ...
4) I can't believe that stupid Parvati won Survivor! I must admit, I am a Survivor junkie ... since season one! My dream ... to be on Survivor. Yup, I confess. But fucking Parvati?? WTF?!?!?! It soooo should've been Amanda!
5) I hate American Idol. That's all I have to say on that one.
6) Evidently, if you are Republican ... you have your own line of clothing!!!
7) I'm just curious, how far is too far when it comes to chimera? I'm not really sure how I feel about it, but I'm curious as to how others feel about it. I'm sure it would be a fun discussion over several shots of tequila! Cheers!!
1) WTF is up in Myanmar? As "The Manager" so eloquently put it ... "The Junta are Puntas!" And now they must brace themselves for the possibility of yet one more storm, when they haven't even begun to recover from the last.
2) China. The population is bulging and as they build to keep up ... BAM! They didn't build it right. Now, I'm not all too familiar with China and it's fault lines. The only area I know much about in Asia is Japan ... it's used to getting tons of quakes. The buildings there are built in such a way as to allow the buildings to move with the Earth. If you are asleep, especially on a futon, it may feel like you are in a water bed.
If China gets many quakes (I'll do some research), and they built wrong ... Maybe they don't get many quakes and I'm totally off base. Still, it's devastating what's going on there.
3) My 20 year old cat died. Maybe it didn't affect the rest of the planet, but it threw me for a loop. I had become so accustomed to her always being present that now I'm in shock. I had dubbed her "The Immortal" ... she was going strong right up until the end. We should all be so lucky! RIP Miss Thursday, see ya on the other side! And my personal advice to anyone wanting to know the secret to feline longevity ... processed cheeses and pepperoni ... musta been all the preservatives ...
4) I can't believe that stupid Parvati won Survivor! I must admit, I am a Survivor junkie ... since season one! My dream ... to be on Survivor. Yup, I confess. But fucking Parvati?? WTF?!?!?! It soooo should've been Amanda!
5) I hate American Idol. That's all I have to say on that one.
6) Evidently, if you are Republican ... you have your own line of clothing!!!
7) I'm just curious, how far is too far when it comes to chimera? I'm not really sure how I feel about it, but I'm curious as to how others feel about it. I'm sure it would be a fun discussion over several shots of tequila! Cheers!!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Baby Factory
The planet is overpopulated. No question about it. So when something like this happens it really pisses me off. It's one thing to want a child ... but to want a frickin' nation? I'm sure I will piss some off when I say, "I hope Michelle Duggar miscarries!" Not to mention getting an infection rendering her sterile. Fucking breeders.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Just As Bad As Spam
I really hate stupid emails that are forwarded to me from friends. I'm tired of being warned about the latest and greatest way for burglars, rapists and scam artists to take advantage of me. For some reason it seems that everyone I know is incapable of checking the validity of these emails at snopes. I'm not saying that snopes in the highest authority on things such as these, rather that it is the simplest first step where, oftentimes, no further research need be involved.
Also I detest the stupid questionnaires that are sent under the guise of my friends wanting to know more about me by sending me "47 things about me" shit. What they really are doing is sending it so that you are forced to read all about them, I don't believe for one minute that they are going to read my responses. In the "me" centered world we live in, these questionnaires serve as no other purpose than for people to get you to read the wonderful (because they don't share the horrible) facts about themselves.
Okay, that's enough for now. I feel better.
Also I detest the stupid questionnaires that are sent under the guise of my friends wanting to know more about me by sending me "47 things about me" shit. What they really are doing is sending it so that you are forced to read all about them, I don't believe for one minute that they are going to read my responses. In the "me" centered world we live in, these questionnaires serve as no other purpose than for people to get you to read the wonderful (because they don't share the horrible) facts about themselves.
Okay, that's enough for now. I feel better.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Are They Serious?
Okay, I think that the consumer obsession with having to have name brand stuff has officially gone way too far!! Check this out. I can't believe that people put all of their self worth into accessories. Sheesh!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Slasher Flicks Rock!!
I am a total horror film buff. I can't remember a time when I didn't watch slasher flicks, even in my primary years. My Grandmother and I used to stay up late on the weekends to watch whatever we could on cable way back when cable was still young. Sigh, the good ol' days. I've been reading Final Girl as of late because she brings back fond memories of blood and gore. If you too are into these types of movies, you might want to check her out! She reviews and over analyzes such films, but what I use her blog for is to remind me what movies I may need to rush out to rent and re-watch. You know, to relive the days of yore.
Monday, April 21, 2008
A Meme for Me!
I've been tagged for a meme by The Complaints Department Manager. I'm supposed to grab the book nearest me and go to page 123 and then type the 3 sentences after the 5th sentence. Then I'm supposed to tag 5 people. I don't think I have five I can tolerate, but I'll try. Here goes ...
1) The event depicted here is a human event, like so many others, the supernatural element inherent in the strange presence of angels, which also make it border on the ridiculous.
2) This mix, resulting from the confrontation between pagan antiquity and Christian mysticism, is even more striking in a painting by Antoine Caron, The Sibyl of Tibur, also at the Louvre.
3) The scene is completely earthly; everything there is arranged to represent a ceremony in honor of a goddess, who appears in the form of a statue of a naked woman at the center of a fountain.
This was from The Great Goddess, Reverence of the Divine Feminine from the Paleolithic to the Present.
So now I would like to tag ...
1) Angry Engraver, consider yourself tagged and engrave this crap on your blog!!
2) Sunny and/or Rainy at Complainaway, you've been tagged and I'm curious to know what's close at hand for you.
3) Ryanol at Constantly Complaining, if you would please do me the honor.
4) Goddess of the Woods? Tag, you're it!!
5) Tele Girl at When the Phone Rings, this ought to be different at your blog!
1) The event depicted here is a human event, like so many others, the supernatural element inherent in the strange presence of angels, which also make it border on the ridiculous.
2) This mix, resulting from the confrontation between pagan antiquity and Christian mysticism, is even more striking in a painting by Antoine Caron, The Sibyl of Tibur, also at the Louvre.
3) The scene is completely earthly; everything there is arranged to represent a ceremony in honor of a goddess, who appears in the form of a statue of a naked woman at the center of a fountain.
This was from The Great Goddess, Reverence of the Divine Feminine from the Paleolithic to the Present.
So now I would like to tag ...
1) Angry Engraver, consider yourself tagged and engrave this crap on your blog!!
2) Sunny and/or Rainy at Complainaway, you've been tagged and I'm curious to know what's close at hand for you.
3) Ryanol at Constantly Complaining, if you would please do me the honor.
4) Goddess of the Woods? Tag, you're it!!
5) Tele Girl at When the Phone Rings, this ought to be different at your blog!
They Make Horror Movies About This Stuff!
Night before last I had one of the creepiest things ever happen to me. I was asleep, preparing for a hard day at work the next morning. All of a sudden I was awakened by the tickley feeling of something small with a bunch of legs running across my face. My best guess is that it was a spider because there are loads of 'em who seem to be waking up this time of year and appearing around my house. Anyway, I brushed my face quickly with my hand and it ran. into. my. ear!! OHMYGOD, I could feel it running around in there! I quickly began pounding the side of my head with my ear facing down in hopes of knocking it out of there! I was having all sorts of crazy visions of it biting me inside my ear, or getting lost and not being able to get out, or laying eggs, or something horrible like that. Somehow, in my flailing moments, I thought to grab my cup of water that was next to the bed and pour some in my ear. My logic was that the little bastard would float out. I did this three times and it seems to have worked. Needless to say, I had a tough time going back to sleep after that!
Monday, April 14, 2008
My New Addiction
Okay, so I am busy as hell with life ... I don't have time to keep up on house work, a social life, sleep, blogging, anything ... except this new addiction of mine. Sigh ... I must admit, I always have a little time during the day to stare blankly at this. It's true. I stare for minutes on end at various intervals throughout the day to see if I may be able to catch a glimpse of a gazelle drinking water, a crocodile or lion killing a beast of the field, baboons mating ... yes, my name is Whiner Girl and I am a National Geographicoholic.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Immortality for Dummies
Okay, so I'm blindly surfing the internet, pondering the meaning of life ... or perhaps I wasn't pondering anything at all, maybe I was just happily lost in the la-la land that is my head. Either way, I happened upon this ... http://www.realimmortality.com/sunmoon/
According to this we can all be immortal if we just purchase, and wear, this device. Please be aware, however, if you wear it wrong it hastens death ... and there is a no return policy, in the event it doesn't work. I'm just curious how I'd return it ... FROM THE GRAVE!!!
According to this we can all be immortal if we just purchase, and wear, this device. Please be aware, however, if you wear it wrong it hastens death ... and there is a no return policy, in the event it doesn't work. I'm just curious how I'd return it ... FROM THE GRAVE!!!
Friday, March 21, 2008
The Mother
I've had scheduled the 20th and 21st of March off for some time now. Everyone knew about it. Friends, family, work. I told my mother repeatedly about this and that it was my own personal time off. I wanted no contact with other living beings unless I decided to do the contacting. Two days for me, me, me! Right ...
Yesterday morning, my cell phone rang at 6:00. When I looked at the caller i.d. it said, "mom" ... I didn't answer. Two minutes later it rang again. "Mom" ... again. I didn't answer, if it were an emergency, I'm certain she would leave a message. So, I crawled back into bed for a bit more sleep when ... RING ... the land line. I stumbled out of bed and looked at caller i.d. and confirmed it was my mother ... one more time.
Now, many of you may be wondering why I wouldn't answer the phone when it was obvious that it must be important. Why would someone call at such an early hour ... repeatedly ... unless it were an emergency. Right? HELL NO!!! Having been my mother's child for, oh, what has it been now ... ? FOREVER! I know that she waits for me to have days off and then begins begging me to come see her. I don't want to.
I never spoke to her yesterday, nor did she leave a message. Don't worry though, the story continues. This morning, around 6:30, she called my cell again. Why didn't I turn it on? Why, why, why, why? Because I am an idiot. It was my mother, I didn't answer. What I did do was proceed to call my significant other to bitch about it ... oh, but no, that cell phone was turned off. So I ranted a bit in the message and rolled over to try some more sleep on for size.
RING! Damn it!! I answer, "HELLO!?!?!?" It's the mother. She wants to know why I sound so grumpy and what time I work. I scream that she's known about this for over a week, I was off yesterday and am off again today. "I forgot", says she. "Why do you have to scream, you know I have memory problems. You know how that scares me so, especially after your grandmother died of Alzheimer's" ... I began to pack my bags for the guilt trip.
"Mother, you have no memory problems. Unless it's of the selective sort. You remember when I'm seeing you next, don't you?" To this she regurgitated the date ... the future date. "See?", I say. "Good night!" I hung up. No guilty feelings. She is crazy, truly she is. I think I've mentioned in the past that there are some entertaining stories about her involving all sorts of things including, but not limited to, my having a twin sister in outer space. Sigh ...
What are ya gonna do, ya know?
Yesterday morning, my cell phone rang at 6:00. When I looked at the caller i.d. it said, "mom" ... I didn't answer. Two minutes later it rang again. "Mom" ... again. I didn't answer, if it were an emergency, I'm certain she would leave a message. So, I crawled back into bed for a bit more sleep when ... RING ... the land line. I stumbled out of bed and looked at caller i.d. and confirmed it was my mother ... one more time.
Now, many of you may be wondering why I wouldn't answer the phone when it was obvious that it must be important. Why would someone call at such an early hour ... repeatedly ... unless it were an emergency. Right? HELL NO!!! Having been my mother's child for, oh, what has it been now ... ? FOREVER! I know that she waits for me to have days off and then begins begging me to come see her. I don't want to.
I never spoke to her yesterday, nor did she leave a message. Don't worry though, the story continues. This morning, around 6:30, she called my cell again. Why didn't I turn it on? Why, why, why, why? Because I am an idiot. It was my mother, I didn't answer. What I did do was proceed to call my significant other to bitch about it ... oh, but no, that cell phone was turned off. So I ranted a bit in the message and rolled over to try some more sleep on for size.
RING! Damn it!! I answer, "HELLO!?!?!?" It's the mother. She wants to know why I sound so grumpy and what time I work. I scream that she's known about this for over a week, I was off yesterday and am off again today. "I forgot", says she. "Why do you have to scream, you know I have memory problems. You know how that scares me so, especially after your grandmother died of Alzheimer's" ... I began to pack my bags for the guilt trip.
"Mother, you have no memory problems. Unless it's of the selective sort. You remember when I'm seeing you next, don't you?" To this she regurgitated the date ... the future date. "See?", I say. "Good night!" I hung up. No guilty feelings. She is crazy, truly she is. I think I've mentioned in the past that there are some entertaining stories about her involving all sorts of things including, but not limited to, my having a twin sister in outer space. Sigh ...
What are ya gonna do, ya know?
Friday, March 14, 2008
Enjoy the Silence?
C'est moi! Yes, I have been silent as of late. I apologize, life's just been busy as hell on my end. That doesn't mean I am lacking in things to whine about though. Oh, no! Don't you worry your pretty little heads about that one! I just want to let you all know that I'm still just as unsatisfied with the status quo.
This also doesn't mean I haven't done any of that meaningless reflecting over the past week or so. The Complaint Department Manager is completely right! I do "love getting fired up" over that shit I complain about here. Well, the stuff I whine about in other folk's blogs. I haven't been reading the two that annoy me the most, and I must say I do have withdrawals from them. I'll probably go back and catch up on their whining ... but I swear that I'll share their links if I do. It may end up I give them what they seek (attention and traffic), but I suppose they've been fulfilling my needs (for drama and perhaps something else that tons of money and hours with a shrink still wouldn't fix)
I'm back and ready to complain about the world!!!
This also doesn't mean I haven't done any of that meaningless reflecting over the past week or so. The Complaint Department Manager is completely right! I do "love getting fired up" over that shit I complain about here. Well, the stuff I whine about in other folk's blogs. I haven't been reading the two that annoy me the most, and I must say I do have withdrawals from them. I'll probably go back and catch up on their whining ... but I swear that I'll share their links if I do. It may end up I give them what they seek (attention and traffic), but I suppose they've been fulfilling my needs (for drama and perhaps something else that tons of money and hours with a shrink still wouldn't fix)
I'm back and ready to complain about the world!!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
How Can You Benefit From A Death?
Why, oh why do I continue to torment myself? I successfully made it close to a week without reading TGWC's blog. Alas, this morning I was driven to it by my addiction. I only read the most recent post for my fix. That was all it took for me to be disgusted with her all over again.
She posted about the death of her pet. After lamenting the loss, she then went on to talk about how happy she is that now that it's gone she can get what she really wanted anyway. She had practically been forced to take this one home in a rescue kind of situation. That makes her a saint, don't you realize it? Now that she's done her service, and it's dead, she can run out and purchase something better to show off to whosoever gives a shit. My guess is ... not a single person on the planet really cares. They just pretend so that they don't have to feel guilty about being disgusted with and hoping for the death of someone with an illness. I have no guilt issues surrounding this. I mean, when she is gone, I can move on to read a blog that I really wanted to all along.
Tomorrow I will try to give up reading her blog again.
** On a personal note to Mrs. K who feels she must call me to tell me what's posted on blogs I try to give up ... please support me in this endeavor.**
She posted about the death of her pet. After lamenting the loss, she then went on to talk about how happy she is that now that it's gone she can get what she really wanted anyway. She had practically been forced to take this one home in a rescue kind of situation. That makes her a saint, don't you realize it? Now that she's done her service, and it's dead, she can run out and purchase something better to show off to whosoever gives a shit. My guess is ... not a single person on the planet really cares. They just pretend so that they don't have to feel guilty about being disgusted with and hoping for the death of someone with an illness. I have no guilt issues surrounding this. I mean, when she is gone, I can move on to read a blog that I really wanted to all along.
Tomorrow I will try to give up reading her blog again.
** On a personal note to Mrs. K who feels she must call me to tell me what's posted on blogs I try to give up ... please support me in this endeavor.**
Saturday, February 23, 2008
You're Not Important, Really
I often laugh at how seriously bloggers take themselves. All of the hours wasted on introspective contemplating of the self and why they are the way they are, whose fault it is that they are utter failures (unless they are successful, but then they wouldn't be introspecting, because it's only cool to do so when you suck), how they can better themselves (which requires action, of which most seem incapable, unless by action I mean introspecting and then writing about it on line), and then writing about it so as to illustrate to the world how deep they really are. Then they draw us (the interfolks) a picture to show us how, due to the fault of some long past other, they have been stagnating, forced to be introspective and contemplative.
Oh, but if they only realized that NOT ONE OF US IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS. Least of all the attention seekers who fill the world with their eternally maudlin views of themselves. Hey, at least they're entertaining as hell to ridicule.
Oh, but if they only realized that NOT ONE OF US IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS. Least of all the attention seekers who fill the world with their eternally maudlin views of themselves. Hey, at least they're entertaining as hell to ridicule.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Oh Yeah
I just have to say, I've got nothing to whine about today. I mean, yeah, there are bad things and people in the world, but I am off work today and am going to enjoy a day of freedom from "da man" who purportedly is "keeping us down" ... WHEEE!!!
Also, I want to give snaps to Constantly Complaining for turning me on to Stuff White People Like . Yes, I am white, but I can also laugh at myself ... and my fellow marshmallows. This is one of the funniest blogs I've read in a long time. Check it out!!!
I hope you have as wonderful a day as I. Toodles!!!
Also, I want to give snaps to Constantly Complaining for turning me on to Stuff White People Like . Yes, I am white, but I can also laugh at myself ... and my fellow marshmallows. This is one of the funniest blogs I've read in a long time. Check it out!!!
I hope you have as wonderful a day as I. Toodles!!!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Follow Along ... If You Can
Today's post doesn't really seem to follow any rhyme or reason. It's just that I woke up at 2 this morning unable to fall back to sleep right away. This drove me to get up and surf the internet ... always guaranteed I will find bizarre stuff. Please allow me to share.
1) For starters, there seems to be a Jesus cosmetic line called "Lookin' Good for Jesus" that has pissed off the Catholics in Singapore. I can think of a billion other things that go on in Singapore that should piss them off more, but I guess they disagree.
2) In Orlando there seems to have been a U.F.O. It was video recorded. After reading the article and watching the video I feel pretty confident saying that no matter what it was, and even if this was of extraterrestrial origin, it's pretty much ash now.
3) Evidently something mysterious is afoot in Canada.
4) You can now shop at the same convenience store as the Simpsons. This includes products that never existed before the revamping of several 7-11s nation wide. I wonder how long before this crap os for sale on ebay.
5) I think Pepsi may have gone a bit too far. How come the Japanese get all the cool stuff? Although it's probably not that good and it probably isn't good for you ... I'd buy it just for the sheer pleasure of saying I had tried it.
I suppose that's enough for today. As you were.
1) For starters, there seems to be a Jesus cosmetic line called "Lookin' Good for Jesus" that has pissed off the Catholics in Singapore. I can think of a billion other things that go on in Singapore that should piss them off more, but I guess they disagree.
2) In Orlando there seems to have been a U.F.O. It was video recorded. After reading the article and watching the video I feel pretty confident saying that no matter what it was, and even if this was of extraterrestrial origin, it's pretty much ash now.
3) Evidently something mysterious is afoot in Canada.
4) You can now shop at the same convenience store as the Simpsons. This includes products that never existed before the revamping of several 7-11s nation wide. I wonder how long before this crap os for sale on ebay.
5) I think Pepsi may have gone a bit too far. How come the Japanese get all the cool stuff? Although it's probably not that good and it probably isn't good for you ... I'd buy it just for the sheer pleasure of saying I had tried it.
I suppose that's enough for today. As you were.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
What's New With Me
1) TGWC has posted two upbeat posts in as many days. If she keeps this up, I'll have to stop reading her blog because it won't annoy me any longer. It also won't interest me.
2) The psycho, junkie who gave birth to the addicted baby came to our house and has now been officially cut out of our lives. The list of 10 + things she did to burn our her welcome included breaking out our kitchen window. Yup ... she's a goner. I still can't figure out why she was in our lives to begin with ... maybe she was filling the drama void we were experiencing.
3) The recent warm front has melted all the snow in my yard and now I have to clean up the dog leavings. Oh, what fun!
4) There are actually commercials on television advertising weight loss surgery. WTF? Why is it okay to mutilate your body in order to lose weight? Oh yeah, because someone benefits financially from it.
5) I have to do laundry today. I hate laundry.
6) Also on my "I hate this but I still have to do it" list ... cleaning the litter boxes.
7) Like a good citizen I watched the BBC news, rather than the watered down local version this morning ... so, depression has set in. The "happy delusion" bubble I've been wearing for a few days has popped. Also, it makes me wonder why it's okay for our media to spend large amounts of time convincing us that Britanyparis is real news.
8) The spell check button on my blog hasn't been working for several days now. It's really gonna piss me off when I see my spelling errors later on. So, I apologize in advance.
2) The psycho, junkie who gave birth to the addicted baby came to our house and has now been officially cut out of our lives. The list of 10 + things she did to burn our her welcome included breaking out our kitchen window. Yup ... she's a goner. I still can't figure out why she was in our lives to begin with ... maybe she was filling the drama void we were experiencing.
3) The recent warm front has melted all the snow in my yard and now I have to clean up the dog leavings. Oh, what fun!
4) There are actually commercials on television advertising weight loss surgery. WTF? Why is it okay to mutilate your body in order to lose weight? Oh yeah, because someone benefits financially from it.
5) I have to do laundry today. I hate laundry.
6) Also on my "I hate this but I still have to do it" list ... cleaning the litter boxes.
7) Like a good citizen I watched the BBC news, rather than the watered down local version this morning ... so, depression has set in. The "happy delusion" bubble I've been wearing for a few days has popped. Also, it makes me wonder why it's okay for our media to spend large amounts of time convincing us that Britanyparis is real news.
8) The spell check button on my blog hasn't been working for several days now. It's really gonna piss me off when I see my spelling errors later on. So, I apologize in advance.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Republican Entertainment
Evidently there is no shortage of idiot politicians in the state in which I reside! Check this out. The last time I posted about one of these yahoos it was a racial slur ... this time it's a moral judgement. All I have to say is ...
Larry Liston, you are a whore ... you sell yourself for money and power. You dumb ass, why in the hell would you think this was an okay statement? Of course, you do live in the Springs. You've just confirmed every stereotype I've been trying not to believe about people in your town.
Larry Liston, you are a whore ... you sell yourself for money and power. You dumb ass, why in the hell would you think this was an okay statement? Of course, you do live in the Springs. You've just confirmed every stereotype I've been trying not to believe about people in your town.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Personal ... to TGWC
Hey, you ... yeah ... "TGWC" ... I know you read my blog. Your post begging for folks on the "interwebs" to come clean your house disappeared after I posted about it. BUSTED!!!!
You Call That a Reason?
So, I was at a grocery store the other day and the cashier had enough balls about her to discuss politics with the lady in front of me. Personally, politics and religion are taboo subjects with my clients, but I suppose because it was Super Tuesday everyone was being all patriotic ... but whatever. Either way, the customer stated that she would've been a Hillary supporter ... agreed with her on most issues ... but she couldn't vote for her because she didn't leave Bill. WHAT??? That's not a good reason not to vote for someone! If she disagreed with her on issues, well that's a valid reason ... but to not vote for someone based on a personal choice she made about her own "private" life, well ... once again it's been proven to me that Americans tend to not put any real thought into much of anything these days.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Silent but Still Grumpy
I know I haven't posted in a week or so. Don't worry, it's not for lack of things to bitch about! My life has been crazy with stupidness. I'll give you a very brief run down, and later on, when I've rested on this, my day off, I may find it in me to complain some more.
1) I went up for, and got, a promotion at work. So did every other person going for the same position. Seven of us!! Huh? Were they afraid to hurt someone's feelings? Is that why EVERYONE who applied for the position got it? It should be fun to see how they figure out the scheduling on that one.
2) "That girl with cancer" did it again. Posted an open reqest for someone to head on over to her casa to help her clean. Let me reiterate ... if you don't want to be treated like "TGWC" then stop acting like it!
3) My mother. Let me leave it at that. Just rest assured that it's entertaining and involves alien abduction!
4) It's my day off, yet I must drag my arse to work for a 6a.m. meeting. This is the fourth or fifth week in a row where I have to go in on my day off. Boring, I know ... but this does take up a lot of my whining time at home!
5) John McCain may be the Republican candidate. Scary, man. Trust me though, I won't get into the presidential race stuff this early in the game. I'll revisit it in more detail in September or so.
6) Stuff I've forgotten to put on this list.
1) I went up for, and got, a promotion at work. So did every other person going for the same position. Seven of us!! Huh? Were they afraid to hurt someone's feelings? Is that why EVERYONE who applied for the position got it? It should be fun to see how they figure out the scheduling on that one.
2) "That girl with cancer" did it again. Posted an open reqest for someone to head on over to her casa to help her clean. Let me reiterate ... if you don't want to be treated like "TGWC" then stop acting like it!
3) My mother. Let me leave it at that. Just rest assured that it's entertaining and involves alien abduction!
4) It's my day off, yet I must drag my arse to work for a 6a.m. meeting. This is the fourth or fifth week in a row where I have to go in on my day off. Boring, I know ... but this does take up a lot of my whining time at home!
5) John McCain may be the Republican candidate. Scary, man. Trust me though, I won't get into the presidential race stuff this early in the game. I'll revisit it in more detail in September or so.
6) Stuff I've forgotten to put on this list.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
What a Pisser
At my place of employment we have a unisex bathroom. It's not like the one on Ally McBeal ... it's a one seater. The toilet has one of those motion sensor thingies that flushes automatically when you get up/move out of the way. The thing that pisses me off to high heaven is that when the men use it to pee, they leave the seat up. This stops the toilet from flushing automatically, and they don't manually flush it themselves. SO, what this results in is it's flushing when a woman puts the seat down. So, let me break it down ...
1) I don't need to be exposed to the various shades of yellow I experience daily (some of you guys seriously need more water!)
2) I don't need to actually see the droplets spewing forth from the toilet as your piss is flushed down ... I know this happens, hence the seat covers!
3) Don't say you're trying to conserve water with the "if it's yellow let it mellow" motto ... the sensor prevents this from actually working. This concept is only valid in your own home ... this is just sick and wrong guys!!!
Grrrrrr!
1) I don't need to be exposed to the various shades of yellow I experience daily (some of you guys seriously need more water!)
2) I don't need to actually see the droplets spewing forth from the toilet as your piss is flushed down ... I know this happens, hence the seat covers!
3) Don't say you're trying to conserve water with the "if it's yellow let it mellow" motto ... the sensor prevents this from actually working. This concept is only valid in your own home ... this is just sick and wrong guys!!!
Grrrrrr!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Lack of a Work Ethic .. the American Way
Remember the good ol' days? You know, the time when you had to get up in the morning to kill a mammoth and bring it back to the cave? No? Me neither ... but I do, to this day, get up every damn day and drag my arse to work. It's not like I want to ... I have to.
It is very rampant at my work place for people to call in hung over, or skiing, or whatever. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why this is okay. It's not just the young 'uns either. One woman even planned to call in with a hang over the day after her birthday. With that much planning, it seems that she could have just taken the day off ... but no, call in she did. The powers that be knew why and no reprimand was given because we are allowed a certain number of "sick days" off.
What seems to be the pattern here is that in the U.S. a lot of people under the age of 30 seem to have no concept of a work ethic. They grew up in a very cushy environment where any form of discipline was considered to be abusive ... weren't made to endure much discomfort, and the educational system was a breeze, what with the "dumbing down" and all. I think one of the things that scares me is that they'll be running this country when I'm elderly ... help us all.
It is very rampant at my work place for people to call in hung over, or skiing, or whatever. I can't, for the life of me, figure out why this is okay. It's not just the young 'uns either. One woman even planned to call in with a hang over the day after her birthday. With that much planning, it seems that she could have just taken the day off ... but no, call in she did. The powers that be knew why and no reprimand was given because we are allowed a certain number of "sick days" off.
What seems to be the pattern here is that in the U.S. a lot of people under the age of 30 seem to have no concept of a work ethic. They grew up in a very cushy environment where any form of discipline was considered to be abusive ... weren't made to endure much discomfort, and the educational system was a breeze, what with the "dumbing down" and all. I think one of the things that scares me is that they'll be running this country when I'm elderly ... help us all.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
My Stance
Okay, so the blogger that I mentioned a few days ago who has cancer posted DEMANDING that all of her lurkers comment. So I did. I was honest about the fact that I thought she was pathetic, etc. She didn't acknowledge my comment, but a couple of her fan club did. One was pretty diplomatic, the other says I'm mentally ill and blah-de-blah-blah, etc. SO ... let me now make known my stance on things.
1) The Earth is overpopulated. Cancer is just one of the many ways that nature is trying to control human population.
2) People who insist on popping out babies, in spite of the fact that there are millions of unwanted children available for adoption, are selfish, narcissistic fools who really want nothing more than to keep their genes alive ... a desperate attempt at immortality.
3) Yes, I have lost people close to me due to horrible diseases. However, as an advocate of Natural Selection, I believe they were meant to pass on. I am ANTI-chemo and other toxins we pump into our bodies to kill natural invaders.
4) Antidepressants are for the weak who can't deal with reality.
I'm sure there are more beliefs I hold close to my heart that piss others off, but they are my beliefs. If you don't like 'em too bad. You still have to share the same planet with me, just as I have to share it with you and your stupid ideas.
1) The Earth is overpopulated. Cancer is just one of the many ways that nature is trying to control human population.
2) People who insist on popping out babies, in spite of the fact that there are millions of unwanted children available for adoption, are selfish, narcissistic fools who really want nothing more than to keep their genes alive ... a desperate attempt at immortality.
3) Yes, I have lost people close to me due to horrible diseases. However, as an advocate of Natural Selection, I believe they were meant to pass on. I am ANTI-chemo and other toxins we pump into our bodies to kill natural invaders.
4) Antidepressants are for the weak who can't deal with reality.
I'm sure there are more beliefs I hold close to my heart that piss others off, but they are my beliefs. If you don't like 'em too bad. You still have to share the same planet with me, just as I have to share it with you and your stupid ideas.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
He'll be Missed
I just want to say that the death of Heath Ledger is sad to me because I loved his movies. I don't know what kind of a person he was in real life. He may have sucked and deserved to die ... regardless, some of his movies were brilliant and I will miss the fact that he will no longer be around. Of course, if he killed himself, then it's obvious he wanted to die and then I support his decision.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Stupid Racists ...
Okay, so to kick of the National Western Stock Show in Colorado, they apparently have a Banquet to honor this year's Muckety Muck Who's Who. At this year's banquet a key note speaker (some self important business man from Greeley ... no name here because he sucks) felt that it would be appropriate to make a racial joke about Obama.
He said, in reference to The White House, and I quote ... "they're going to have to change the name of that building if Obama's elected." What an idiot!! The joke was not met with the laughter he expected. Rather, it was met with gasps and silence. He then said, "C'mon, that was funny. Umm, no it's not.
If you are so inclined to read about this dumb ass, you can check it out here.
He said, in reference to The White House, and I quote ... "they're going to have to change the name of that building if Obama's elected." What an idiot!! The joke was not met with the laughter he expected. Rather, it was met with gasps and silence. He then said, "C'mon, that was funny. Umm, no it's not.
If you are so inclined to read about this dumb ass, you can check it out here.
Friday, January 18, 2008
So, Go Ahead and Hate Me for This
There is a certain blogger out there who has cancer. I am not sayin' this is a good thing ... All she does on her blog is write about it. That's okay too ... an outlet ... HOWEVER ... she claims she doesn't want to be treated like "that girl with cancer", and yet all she does is write how horrible she feels and (ahem) keeps asking the Internet folks to come visit her, drive her around, CLEAN HER HOUSE ... okay, shouldn't her family and REAL WORLD friends be doing this? Oh, wait, they DO!! She writes about that too ... how wonderful they are and how helpful they are.
After she posted several paragraphs on her bowel movements, I tried to stop reading. It's like a train wreck, I can't pull my eyes away ....
My unsolicited advice is this:
If you don't want to be treated as "that girl with cancer" then don't act like "that girl with cancer."
After she posted several paragraphs on her bowel movements, I tried to stop reading. It's like a train wreck, I can't pull my eyes away ....
My unsolicited advice is this:
If you don't want to be treated as "that girl with cancer" then don't act like "that girl with cancer."
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