<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:08:48.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Whine About</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3304024626415325917</id><published>2009-05-25T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:24:28.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Live Where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many of the blogs I read have the little thingy on the side that tells where the visitors are from.  So far today I've been from Aurora, CO ... Lakewood, CO ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Littleton&lt;/span&gt;, CO ... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Broomfield&lt;/span&gt;, CO ... all of which are NOT WHERE I LIVE.  It's not like I'm using a wireless hookup and picking up on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; signal.  Bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3304024626415325917?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3304024626415325917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3304024626415325917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3304024626415325917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3304024626415325917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-live-where.html' title='I Live Where?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5517136527475072315</id><published>2009-05-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:11:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh ... What Was That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;About two or three weeks ago I woke up at about 3 or so in the morning.  I couldn't go back to sleep.  Tossing and turning, I finally got out of bed and decided I'd get some household chores done before going to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The chore of my choice?  Laundry.  Doesn't sound like a big deal ... except we don't have  a dryer.  We hang all our clothes on the line to dry.  So, there I was, in the pitch black darkness of the woods, hanging clothes up to dry.  I took the dog out with me, and had him tethered right by me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anytime I go out in the early morning hours like that, my ears are very attuned to EVERY LITTLE SOUND.  I'm always afraid a Mt. Lion will shoot out of the darkness and try to eat me.  This isn't paranoia, this is reality.  We have cat attacks on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; up here, and dogs get picked off like Happy Meals for wild life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, there i was, hanging clothes on the line  ... SNAP!!  I swear I heard a twig break in the darkness.  It could be a deer, an elk, or a mt. lion.  I freeze, ears pricked ... silence.  Nothing.  I get back to my chore.  Then I hear it ... the very distinct scream of an elk ... screaming, not bugling happily.  And it kept screaming ... on and on and on.  I grab the basket of clothes and the dog ... and RUN into the house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Panicking, I wake up my s/o.  I explain the whole story, and show her my hands ... they're shaking out of control!!  Then, for some reason, I feel like I still need to finish hanging out the clothes.  So I ask her to come with me so I won't be alone.  She drags herself out of bed to go out with me ... the screaming silenced now ... and explains to me that if an elk was just taken down by a cat, the cat's too busy to be interested in me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEN ... last night I got sucked into watching Monster Quest on the History Channel.  They had back to back episodes about ... Bigfoot.  Of course, one of the episodes goes on and on about how there have been Bigfoot sightings galore in ... COLORADO.  They speculate that, since we have the largest elk population in the world, Bigfoot hunts elk ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The question is ...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would I rather know that it was a cat ... or Bigfoot?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; never know what happened ... and it probably was a cougar ... but that darned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' imagination of mine is going CRAZY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5517136527475072315?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5517136527475072315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5517136527475072315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5517136527475072315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5517136527475072315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/shhhh-what-was-that.html' title='Shhhh ... What Was That?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8042086324733746336</id><published>2009-05-10T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:13:49.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a glutton for punishment, I believe.  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to have my mom here for three days to celebrate Mother's Day.  I will never do that again!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother and I do not have a good relationship ... some might even call what I feel "hate" ... I don't know what it is ... I just know that I can't control how I feel and most of our interactions are out of a feeling of obligation on my end.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want her to leave ... now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only a few more hours, and I shall be free!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8042086324733746336?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8042086324733746336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8042086324733746336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8042086324733746336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8042086324733746336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8833449412403386818</id><published>2009-05-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:45:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask The EGGspert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a conversation with a friend about eggs. I was telling her how I prefer to buy eggs that come from hens that aren't caged, etc. The problem, for me, is that it's hard to figure out which ones are truly "free range" and which ones aren't technically in cages, but are crammed into tiny rooms with other hens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somehow that led to fertilized eggs. I told her I don't buy them because I don't know if the hen and rooster actually "do the deed", or if they've managed a way to commercially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inseminate&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of hens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend then said ... I swear she really said this ... "Chickens don't have sex, the hen lays the eggs and then the rooster comes and squirts on all the eggs. They're just like frogs, they produce eggs regardless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, they lay eggs regardless ... but where the hell does she get her information?? I understand the logic that made her come up with the idea ... but, she spoke with such authority. Like she was the expert! Yeah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8833449412403386818?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8833449412403386818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8833449412403386818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8833449412403386818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8833449412403386818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people.html' title='Ask The EGGspert'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6056962863738069978</id><published>2009-04-29T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:59:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Bother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm awake.  It's 3:52 a.m.  I've been awake for just over an hour.  Why?  Because I'm stressing about all the crap I have to do at work.  I'm behind because my computer is having some issues and the IT department is supposedly "working on it" ... yeah, right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been two whole days wasted ... ugh!!!  The result?  I have insomnia because some jerk isn't doing his job!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday morning I sent them an email that said something along the lines of, "I still can't open any word docs, print, use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jenark&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Docuware&lt;/span&gt;.  I understand you are working on it, but can you give me an approximate timeline in which this problem will be resolved?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Their response?  Oh, you'll love this one ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When I figure out the problem, I will contact you for resolution."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;???  I'm going to start telling all my clients that when they inquire about when something will be done ... "When I do it."  Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; go over well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6056962863738069978?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6056962863738069978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6056962863738069978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6056962863738069978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6056962863738069978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-bother.html' title='Why Bother?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5603964081219262356</id><published>2009-04-25T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:09:21.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firewood, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last weekend we got 36.8" of snow here.  As a result, we now have a 60 foot plus tree laying down in our yard.  Today I shall go out and begin cutting it up.  It never broke at the base, it just leaned over and laid down.  During the storm, I went out and knocked snow off it, hoping it would stand up again ... but it did not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As long as the batteries are still good in the camera, I should be able to get some good shots of the tree to post.  I'm not certain anyone wants to see the "progress" I make today, as I don't have a proper saw ... thank goodness the trunk isn't too awful thick.  We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5603964081219262356?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5603964081219262356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5603964081219262356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5603964081219262356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5603964081219262356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/firewood-anyone.html' title='Firewood, Anyone?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7021145056235273553</id><published>2009-04-21T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:35:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry At The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm having one of the worst weeks ever!  Saturday the 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April, my s/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; ex tried to have me subpoenaed ... but I didn't answer the door.  Thursday night, the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April, my toy poodle died.  He had Addison's disease and went into "Addison's shock".  He was at the vet all day on Thursday, and died at home that night.  We had a blizzard beginning Friday morning, the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  We got snowed in AND had a black out that lasted almost 24 hours.  Monday, the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the court date for my s/o to fight the appeal of her ex husband who wants more alimony ... he won.  She has to continue paying the deadbeat for another year, at which point I am sure he will appeal again!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all.  Isn't it enough?  I dare not ask, "What could possibly happen next?"  I don't want to know.  Hopefully this is our run of shitty luck for the next long while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But for now, I hate the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7021145056235273553?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7021145056235273553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7021145056235273553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7021145056235273553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7021145056235273553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/angry-at-universe.html' title='Angry At The Universe'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6244606760817742445</id><published>2009-04-13T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:33:09.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seether</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yup, that's me ... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seether&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been so pissed off all weekend, I'm spitting nails!!  Seeing as how I can't legally get married in my state, why in the hell can they drag my finances into factoring whether or not she can afford to make alimony payments?!?!?!  I wish all the ill will in the universe on loser asshole and his attorney.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I mention this is his SECOND appeal?!?!!  Yeah, because the first time he lost ... he is like a two year old who feels the world owes him something.  He throws tantrums until he gets his way.  Fuck off, asshole!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6244606760817742445?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6244606760817742445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6244606760817742445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6244606760817742445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6244606760817742445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/seether.html' title='Seether'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1946451970726843539</id><published>2009-04-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:57:32.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irksome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My s/o pays alimony to her ex-husband.  She pays him around $800.00 a month.  This has been going on for five years.  Last November was supposed to be her final payment to him ... we were stoked!!  BUT ... he filed an appeal, and the court has made her continue to pay him until the court date.  That date is April 20, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday he tried to have me served a subpoena.  He may have been successful, I have no idea.  Some man came to the house, we didn't answer the door, but he left the paperwork on the porch.  I never touched it, left it out in the rain ... but, in all honesty, I probably am considered "served".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is ridiculous!!  I think after 5 years of payments, this should be over!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the source of my stress and anger today.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1946451970726843539?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1946451970726843539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1946451970726843539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1946451970726843539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1946451970726843539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/irksome.html' title='Irksome'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4969713291368686529</id><published>2009-04-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:04:07.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, it's been quite a while since I've posted.  So much has happened, I have no idea where to start.  I know I'll never get it all into one post anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My dog's tumor was benign, so all was good in that department.  Then, shortly after that ordeal, he became lethargic.  I don't mean to say he was low on energy, I mean to say he down-right had NO energy.  When I would take him outside to go potty, he would sit down and lean his head against a tree.  He had no desire to do ANYTHING ... eat, drink, walk, play ... nothing but sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I took him to the vet where they ran the gamut of tests, and couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.  Finally, my vet had a last resort idea ... he was right.  It turns out that the little guy has Addison's disease.  His kidneys don't make adrenaline, hence the missing energy.  So now he gets hormone treatment once a month, and he takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prednisone&lt;/span&gt; twice a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am so thankful for my vet, he is so reasonable on prices.  He's only making me pay for the injections, he's giving me free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prednisone&lt;/span&gt;, and not charging for office visits.  This isn't a new thing for him either, he's always been so affordable, and good.  I found him via a referral 15 years ago, and haven't used another vet since!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, about two weeks ago, my larger dog bit the smaller dog because of a jelly bean under the living room chair.  The result was the poodle ended up with a punctured lip, a missing tooth, and an almost comatose state because of his lack of adrenaline.  More vet time, more treatment, but he's all better now ... again ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4969713291368686529?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4969713291368686529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4969713291368686529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4969713291368686529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4969713291368686529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/04/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7205796299478060099</id><published>2009-01-11T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:22:07.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been a good year so far.  What are we, like 11 days into the new year?  Well, that's 11 days that I haven't screwed up the year.  My dog who had the tumor removed is healing up rather nicely.  The vet didn't call me last week with the biopsy results, so I'm going to call him first thing tomorrow.  Other than that, all is well in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whinerville&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've decided to make a New Year's resolution for this blog.  I vow to use my camera and post pics of stuff.  There is this garage I pass on a daily basis on my way to work that, every time I see it, I think, "I have got to take a picture of that and blog about it!"  Have I?  No ... but I will!  My phone doesn't take the absolute best pictures in the world, so I'm going to start carrying the camera around with me.  Stay tuned to see if it gets exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday we went "down the mountain" to visit a friend.  Every time we go to this particular house, I have trouble focusing on the visit because I am distracted by the mess.  This woman is a total pack rat.  She has stuff piled everywhere.  You have to literally walk between the stacks of horded stuff in order to get around in her house!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boyfriend's&lt;/span&gt; lease just expired and he's staying there temporarily.  She's pissed and hurt because he won't move in, and they've been together 5 years or so.  He has told her repeatedly that he can't permanently live in those conditions, that she has got to get rid of stuff.  But she doesn't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, I've heard that this is a mental illness.  My mother used to have a friend just like this.  I've read about it on the web.  it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' insane!!  I mean, these types of people throw nothing away ... at all.  Newspapers, boxes and boxes of stuff that will be used "some day."  I don't even know what type of treatment is available for this disease, but she needs it! Her hoarding has filled every room, including the basement and the garage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean, when my house starts to get messy, I get cranky and things just don't feel good.  When the house is clean, it feels good to come home.  It feels good to wake up and walk through a clean house.  I imagine this friend of mine hasn't had that experience in about, oh ... 19 or 20 years!  No exaggeration ... sigh.  It kinda puts it all into perspective, when my house is messy, at least it doesn't require a dumpster be parked out front and 50 trips to the Goodwill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7205796299478060099?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7205796299478060099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7205796299478060099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7205796299478060099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7205796299478060099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/01/pack-rat.html' title='Pack Rat'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3455770726998983828</id><published>2009-01-05T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:36:22.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Voice is Famous!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, well, maybe not so much.  However, my friend Mike, the one who I was the Best Man in his wedding ... he does an on line comic based on his life.  I went to his house on New Year's Eve and we recorded the whole evening (vocals only!) and he has snipped and edited, and now I am on his latest "episode".  Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.atmikesflat.com/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3455770726998983828?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3455770726998983828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3455770726998983828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3455770726998983828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3455770726998983828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-voice-is-famous.html' title='My Voice is Famous!!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4089693334541142460</id><published>2009-01-04T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:17:50.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know I've been scarce as of late, but who hasn't?  Busy time of year for most, I'm certain.  Right now things are pretty low key in the household because our smallest dog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Butchie&lt;/span&gt;, just had two tumors removed and he's recovering.  He's at that age now ... hopefully when the biopsy results come back, we will find them both benign and just resolve ourselves to living with a lumpy old dog.  Either way, the recovery ain't fun and games.  He has a bazillion stitches on his chest where his left leg starts and only about a million on his left hind leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My s/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; mother came to visit Christmas week.  Shoot me in the head, please!!!  She brought her two dogs, who peed in the house about seven times!!!  Her dogs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; terrorized our cats for five glorious days.  The woman would not discipline her dogs!!!  So frustrating!!!  I am not exaggerating when I describe her discipline ... for each offense, the dogs got spoken to in baby talk as follows: "No, no pee pees", and "No, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kee&lt;/span&gt;" ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;, what the hell?!?!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's gone now, but she's taken some of my sanity with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4089693334541142460?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4089693334541142460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4089693334541142460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4089693334541142460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4089693334541142460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-puppy.html' title='Sick Puppy'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-343331333662115062</id><published>2008-12-22T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:23:57.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Source of My Frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;, that's for sure.  Also, my phone has been quiet all morning.  It's almost lunch time.  I've got no complaints ... about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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" ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3)  My mother thinking it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that a coworker of hers is taking the month of January off because she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adopting&lt;/span&gt; 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 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4)  My mother ... well, notice the pattern here?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She believes she is sane.  Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She believes that I have every new allergy or disease that is discovered.  Yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She ... well, she's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-343331333662115062?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/343331333662115062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=343331333662115062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/343331333662115062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/343331333662115062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/12/source-of-my-frustrations.html' title='The Source of My Frustrations'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7352023277268894855</id><published>2008-12-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:54:05.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prepared&lt;/span&gt; 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ooh, I hear the coffee maker.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; kicked on.  Soon I will be full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I will end this rant about ... well, everything.  I hope I survive the day with my sanity in tact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7352023277268894855?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7352023277268894855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7352023277268894855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7352023277268894855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7352023277268894855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/12/blech.html' title='Blech'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-225496705430604818</id><published>2008-11-27T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:24:13.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Gluttony Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparing&lt;/span&gt; so much food and most of it ends up getting thrown out from going bad in the fridge at a later date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt; served over jasmine rice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paneer&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt; with mint chutney.  For desert we will be having white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/span&gt; pudding with saffron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;an &lt;/em&gt;American custom mother!!  Gluttony is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a tradition to be proud of!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 ...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-225496705430604818?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/225496705430604818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=225496705430604818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/225496705430604818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/225496705430604818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/11/national-gluttony-day.html' title='National Gluttony Day'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1369501345971855425</id><published>2008-11-14T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:30:29.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Park This, Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;out &lt;/em&gt;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!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, I'm not talking about a small door ding.  Nope!!  It's a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' dent!  This pisses me off for three reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, these are the thoughts that are monopolizing my time right now.  Sigh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1369501345971855425?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1369501345971855425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1369501345971855425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1369501345971855425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1369501345971855425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/11/park-this-bitch.html' title='Park This, Bitch!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1041359366726325216</id><published>2008-11-10T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:07:32.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Hell Have I Been!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) hiatus.  So, let's just say that I've been on hiatus.  Yeah, that's it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' household.  We made due for almost a year, then I realized I needed to make more money or we'd be flat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, my latest trend of things to whine about has been about how &lt;em&gt;different &lt;/em&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What!?!?!  Just because  she doesn't live in a brand-spanking-new condo does &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;mean shit.  It taks all types of people, living all types of life styles to make up this world in which we live!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;tr&lt;/em&gt;y!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1041359366726325216?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1041359366726325216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1041359366726325216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1041359366726325216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1041359366726325216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-hell-have-i-been.html' title='Where The Hell Have I Been!?!?!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2995704967150202517</id><published>2008-08-30T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:28:09.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Going On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aches&lt;/span&gt; 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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;budgeted&lt;/span&gt;. I love "free money" ... I can spend it and not even think about it. So now I can have my daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kombucha&lt;/span&gt; and not worry about the fact that they're $3 a pop. If you don't know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hckombu.com/"&gt;kombucha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess that's it, really. It just seemed like a whole lot more while it was going on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; ... oh well, such is perception. Oh, there was also my squeezing in watching most of the speeches on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt; ... next week it the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RNC&lt;/span&gt;. 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2995704967150202517?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2995704967150202517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2995704967150202517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2995704967150202517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2995704967150202517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-much-going-on.html' title='So Much Going On'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-9006095733718703259</id><published>2008-08-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:13:02.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt;.  Or do I?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-9006095733718703259?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/9006095733718703259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=9006095733718703259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/9006095733718703259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/9006095733718703259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5787643643464906528</id><published>2008-08-18T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:44:57.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Take a Breather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what'll&lt;/span&gt; happen there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5787643643464906528?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5787643643464906528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5787643643464906528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5787643643464906528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5787643643464906528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-take-breather.html' title='Time to Take a Breather'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5132856142211005802</id><published>2008-08-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:24:07.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mamby Pamby Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt;.  I also feel this way about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CFS&lt;/span&gt; ... 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5132856142211005802?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5132856142211005802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5132856142211005802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5132856142211005802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5132856142211005802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamby-pamby-society.html' title='A Mamby Pamby Society'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8011233102577996770</id><published>2008-07-29T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:56:13.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month to Whine About!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A close friend of mine is losing her home to foreclosure.  Gotta love the economy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sure more has happened, but it all eludes me now.  I need to get caught up on everyone else's blogs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8011233102577996770?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8011233102577996770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8011233102577996770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8011233102577996770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8011233102577996770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/07/month-to-whine-about.html' title='A Month to Whine About!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2493516778689237997</id><published>2008-06-28T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:22:55.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Made the Wrong Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, a bit of background info and scene sketching:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;on &lt;/em&gt;his property, just too close.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; loud.  Anyway, hope the scene is sketched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2493516778689237997?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2493516778689237997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2493516778689237997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2493516778689237997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2493516778689237997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-made-wrong-choice.html' title='I Think I Made the Wrong Choice'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5865003455063230710</id><published>2008-06-25T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:27:04.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malnourishment by Way of Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here in the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' 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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; so hungry!! Why are you hungry? Because you're filling yourself up with CHEMICALS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soylent&lt;/span&gt; green is people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This concludes my poorly structured rant. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5865003455063230710?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5865003455063230710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5865003455063230710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5865003455063230710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5865003455063230710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/malnourishment-by-way-of-gluttony.html' title='Malnourishment by Way of Gluttony'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2233522309919969337</id><published>2008-06-24T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:50:38.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and Relaxed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/91536"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article) because they think it puts their credibility in question.  Well ... duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2233522309919969337?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2233522309919969337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2233522309919969337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2233522309919969337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2233522309919969337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-and-relaxed.html' title='Back and Relaxed'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2910800943240035897</id><published>2008-06-20T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:51:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Next Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2910800943240035897?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2910800943240035897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2910800943240035897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2910800943240035897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2910800943240035897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-ya-next-week.html' title='See Ya Next Week!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-9092359455424920904</id><published>2008-06-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:11:15.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True American Psycho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evidently a man &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080616/ap_on_re_us/baby_killed;_ylt=At4BqTOS09QZR.4oSxj67LLZa7gF"&gt;beat a toddler to death &lt;/a&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-9092359455424920904?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/9092359455424920904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=9092359455424920904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/9092359455424920904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/9092359455424920904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-american-psycho.html' title='A True American Psycho'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3742501159852963461</id><published>2008-06-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:41:47.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Didn't Take Long ... or Did It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; ... 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!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt; ... she didn't go to fucking medical school ... she's and herbalist ... and apparently a stupid one!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FERCHRISTSAKELADY&lt;/span&gt; ... this AIDS thing and all the facts about it is all old news!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedantics&lt;/span&gt; ( 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 "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ohmygodiamavictim&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;syndromes&lt;/span&gt; ... 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well cut her out of my life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3742501159852963461?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3742501159852963461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3742501159852963461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3742501159852963461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3742501159852963461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-didnt-take-long-of-did-it.html' title='That Didn&apos;t Take Long ... or Did It?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6986185842616476390</id><published>2008-06-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:25:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Invigorated to Whine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;can, &lt;/em&gt;but it would be forced and, well, I'm pretty much committed to sincere whining only.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just as &lt;a href="http://complaintdepartmentmanager.blogspot.com/"&gt;the Manager&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be back when I'm not so high on life!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6986185842616476390?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6986185842616476390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6986185842616476390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6986185842616476390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6986185842616476390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-invigorated-to-whine.html' title='Too Invigorated to Whine'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4558418888721589802</id><published>2008-06-08T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:37:21.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Challenge You All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' 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 ... &lt;em&gt;anything) ... &lt;/em&gt;then don't tell a single other person about it.  Keep it to yourself.  Trust me, it feels better than the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atta&lt;/span&gt; boy" you get from your friends ... if it doesn't, then I've proven my point about altruism dying out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4558418888721589802?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4558418888721589802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4558418888721589802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4558418888721589802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4558418888721589802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-challenge-you-all.html' title='I Challenge You All'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8434974431290804340</id><published>2008-06-06T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:12:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I suck ... I'm Down With That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Please note that parts of this post were inspired by &lt;a href="http://complainaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Complainaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Darfur&lt;/span&gt;, Iraq, China, Myanmar, South Africa ... the list goes on now, doesn't it?   Shut your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; North American mouth and be glad you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This ends my rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8434974431290804340?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8434974431290804340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8434974431290804340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8434974431290804340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8434974431290804340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-i-suck-im-down-with-that.html' title='Okay, I suck ... I&apos;m Down With That'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3378073687212884470</id><published>2008-06-05T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:02:53.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you heard about &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/16348047/detail.html"&gt;Alisha Dean&lt;/a&gt;?  She's a 13 year old girl who portrays herself as a 19 year old divorcee on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, 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!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the opposite end of the spectrum, &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080605/ap_on_fe_st/odd_justice_of_the_paddle;_ylt=Al7PB6_N7mDxmh0CUcD_89ihOrgF"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happened.  A judge in Texas ordered a stepfather to paddle his step daughter in court.  Now, the story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; say what, exactly, the child did, but maybe if Alisha Dean had gotten a paddling or two in her life, the whole thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been avoided.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3378073687212884470?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3378073687212884470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3378073687212884470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3378073687212884470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3378073687212884470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids These Days'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6912959123080125428</id><published>2008-06-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:16:46.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grudge Goes On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6912959123080125428?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6912959123080125428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6912959123080125428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6912959123080125428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6912959123080125428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/06/grudge-goes-on.html' title='The Grudge Goes On'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4721299455162269519</id><published>2008-05-31T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T04:57:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So this 58 year old &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080530/ap_on_re_as/japan_closet_woman"&gt;homeless woman in Japan&lt;/a&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;in his closet!  &lt;/em&gt;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!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The moral of this story is, believe your kids when they say there's something in the closet.  There really may be!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4721299455162269519?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4721299455162269519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4721299455162269519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4721299455162269519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4721299455162269519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-sweet-closet.html' title='Home Sweet Closet'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-737822078829798606</id><published>2008-05-30T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:49:16.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Something Else for Us to Destroy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/SEARpSmYsbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7bZ9G3UMkVk/s1600-h/brazilian+tribe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206180570305442226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/SEARpSmYsbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7bZ9G3UMkVk/s400/brazilian+tribe.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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&lt;em&gt; is &lt;/em&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, when we (the "civilized") run into those still living primally, we adulterate it. Here's the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080529/sc_nm/brazil_tribe_dc;_ylt=Atbjt8j2KNm71WVG._PKH3qk4LgF"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; 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!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-737822078829798606?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/737822078829798606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=737822078829798606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/737822078829798606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/737822078829798606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-something-else-for-us-to-destroy.html' title='Hey, Something Else for Us to Destroy!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/SEARpSmYsbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7bZ9G3UMkVk/s72-c/brazilian+tribe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7411637201377041673</id><published>2008-05-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:03:18.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Theory, Mind You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going to presume that most everyone has heard about what happened to &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,357463,00.html"&gt;Val Thomas&lt;/a&gt;.  Just in case you've been living under a rock, the quick version is that she was brain dead for almost 18 hours, rigor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mortis&lt;/span&gt; had set in, and then she woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7411637201377041673?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7411637201377041673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7411637201377041673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7411637201377041673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7411637201377041673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-theory-mind-you.html' title='Just a Theory, Mind You'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1672564606065246442</id><published>2008-05-14T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:48:38.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Mad Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)  WTF is up in Myanmar?  As &lt;a href="http://complaintdepartmentmanager.blogspot.com/"&gt;"The Manager"&lt;/a&gt; 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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)  China.  The population is bulging and as they build to keep up ... BAM!  &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080514/ap_on_bi_ge/china_boom_bust_3"&gt;They didn't build it right&lt;/a&gt;.  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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5)  I hate American Idol.  That's all I have to say on that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6)  Evidently, if you are Republican ... you have &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/18900229.html"&gt;your own line of clothing&lt;/a&gt;!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7)  I'm just curious, how far is too far when it comes to &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/01/0125_050125_chimeras.html"&gt;chimera&lt;/a&gt;?  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!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1672564606065246442?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1672564606065246442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1672564606065246442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1672564606065246442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1672564606065246442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/05/ramblings-of-mad-woman.html' title='Ramblings of a Mad Woman'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2550801082210115548</id><published>2008-05-09T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:00:35.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The planet is overpopulated.  No question about it.  So when something like &lt;a href="http://health.discovery.com/convergence/duggars/duggarfamily.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happens it really pisses me off.  It's one thing to want a child ... but to want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' nation?  I'm sure I will piss some off when I say, "I hope Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt; miscarries!"  Not to mention getting an infection rendering her sterile.  Fucking breeders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2550801082210115548?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2550801082210115548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2550801082210115548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2550801082210115548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2550801082210115548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-factory.html' title='Baby Factory'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2529625143619355086</id><published>2008-04-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:44:12.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just As Bad As Spam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://snopes.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not saying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snopes&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also I detest the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;questionnaires&lt;/span&gt; that are sent under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guise&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;,  I don't believe for one minute that they are going to read my responses.  In the "me" centered world we live in, these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;questionnaires&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, that's enough for now.  I feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2529625143619355086?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2529625143619355086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2529625143619355086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2529625143619355086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2529625143619355086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-as-bad-as-spam.html' title='Just As Bad As Spam'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5664556196285045744</id><published>2008-04-23T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T05:00:22.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are They Serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, I think that the consumer obsession with having to have name brand stuff has officially gone way too far!! Check &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14294163/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. I can't believe that people put all of their self worth into accessories. Sheesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5664556196285045744?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5664556196285045744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5664556196285045744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5664556196285045744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5664556196285045744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-they-serious.html' title='Are They Serious?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6345924922687228566</id><published>2008-04-22T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:16:17.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slasher Flicks Rock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' days.  I've been reading &lt;a href="http://finalgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final Girl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6345924922687228566?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6345924922687228566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6345924922687228566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6345924922687228566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6345924922687228566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/slasher-flicks-rock.html' title='Slasher Flicks Rock!!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2742621354855929898</id><published>2008-04-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:18:44.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been tagged for a meme by &lt;a href="http://complaintdepartmentmanager.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Complaints Department Manager&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm supposed to grab the book nearest me and go to page 123 and then type the 3 sentences after the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 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 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) This mix, resulting from the confrontation between pagan antiquity and Christian mysticism, is even more striking in a painting by Antoine Caron, &lt;em&gt;The Sibyl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tibur&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;also at the Louvre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was from &lt;em&gt;The Great Goddess, Reverence of the Divine Feminine from the Paleolithic to the Present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now I would like to tag ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)  &lt;a href="http://theangryengraver.wordpress.com/"&gt;Angry Engraver&lt;/a&gt;, consider yourself tagged and engrave this crap on your blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Sunny and/or Rainy at &lt;a href="http://complainaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Complainaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you've been tagged and I'm curious to know what's close at hand for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryanol&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://constantlycomplaining.com/blog/"&gt;Constantly Complaining&lt;/a&gt;, if you would please do me the honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://goddessofthewoods.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goddess of the Woods&lt;/a&gt;?  Tag, you're it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tele&lt;/span&gt; Girl at &lt;a href="http://whenthephonerings.blogspot.com/"&gt;When the Phone Rings&lt;/a&gt;, this ought to be different at your blog!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2742621354855929898?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2742621354855929898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2742621354855929898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2742621354855929898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2742621354855929898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/meme-for-me.html' title='A Meme for Me!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1465850338978093116</id><published>2008-04-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:06:40.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Make Horror Movies About This Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tickley&lt;/span&gt; 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!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/span&gt;, 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1465850338978093116?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1465850338978093116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1465850338978093116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1465850338978093116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1465850338978093116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/they-make-horror-movies-about-this.html' title='They Make Horror Movies About This Stuff!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5163089325750596260</id><published>2008-04-14T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:20:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;a href="http://www9.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/wildcamafrica/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geographicoholic&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5163089325750596260?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5163089325750596260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5163089325750596260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5163089325750596260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5163089325750596260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-addiction.html' title='My New Addiction'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7103337003834941915</id><published>2008-04-12T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:03:24.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, so I'm blindly surfing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, 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 ...  &lt;a href="http://www.realimmortality.com/sunmoon/"&gt;http://www.realimmortality.com/sunmoon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7103337003834941915?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7103337003834941915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7103337003834941915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7103337003834941915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7103337003834941915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/04/immortality-for-dummies.html' title='Immortality for Dummies'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2867148257794627629</id><published>2008-03-21T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:54:51.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've had scheduled the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 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 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;cell phone was turned off.  So I ranted a bit in the message and rolled over to try some more sleep on for size.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;" ... I began to pack my bags for the guilt trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"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 &lt;em&gt;future &lt;/em&gt;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 ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are ya gonna do, ya know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2867148257794627629?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2867148257794627629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2867148257794627629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2867148257794627629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2867148257794627629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/03/mother.html' title='The Mother'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2149885197550944368</id><published>2008-03-14T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:28:20.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Silence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'est&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This also doesn't mean I haven't done any of that meaningless reflecting over the past week or so. &lt;a href="http://complaintdepartmentmanager.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Complaint Department Manager &lt;/a&gt;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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm back and ready to complain about the world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2149885197550944368?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2149885197550944368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2149885197550944368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2149885197550944368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2149885197550944368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/03/enjoy-silence.html' title='Enjoy the Silence?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8251123722026778405</id><published>2008-02-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:03:51.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can You Benefit From A Death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why, oh why do I continue to torment myself?  I successfully made it close to a week without reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TGWC's&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow I will try to give up reading her blog again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;** 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.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8251123722026778405?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8251123722026778405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8251123722026778405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8251123722026778405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8251123722026778405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-can-you-benefit-from-death.html' title='How Can You Benefit From A Death?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4633064006245021122</id><published>2008-02-23T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:34:55.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Important, Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I often laugh at how seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;em&gt;action, &lt;/em&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interfolks&lt;/span&gt;) 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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4633064006245021122?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4633064006245021122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4633064006245021122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4633064006245021122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4633064006245021122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-not-important-really.html' title='You&apos;re Not Important, Really'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1622144819412116479</id><published>2008-02-21T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T07:33:39.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also, I want to give snaps to &lt;a href="http://constantlycomplaining.com/blog/"&gt;Constantly Complaining&lt;/a&gt; for turning me on to &lt;a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/"&gt;Stuff White People Like&lt;/a&gt; .  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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope you have as wonderful a day as I.  Toodles!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1622144819412116479?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1622144819412116479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1622144819412116479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1622144819412116479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1622144819412116479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-903846453115653287</id><published>2008-02-16T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T06:15:31.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Along ... If You Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) For starters, there seems to be a Jesus cosmetic line called "&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7241296.stm"&gt;Lookin' Good for Jesus&lt;/a&gt;" 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) In Orlando there seems to have been a U.F.O.  It was video recorded.  After reading the &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/15310819/detail.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; and watching the &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/video/15310845/detail.html"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; I feel pretty confident saying that no matter what it was, and even &lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;this was of extraterrestrial origin, it's pretty much ash now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Evidently something mysterious is &lt;a href="http://www.canada.com/ch/cheknews/news/story.html?id=d83cf5c8-437d-4586-8289-a763ee0b5738&amp;amp;k=58864"&gt;afoot&lt;/a&gt; in Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) You can now shop at the same &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Business/wireStory?id=3336896"&gt;convenience store &lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) I think Pepsi may have gone a bit &lt;a href="http://www.japanprobe.com/?p=1812"&gt;too far&lt;/a&gt;.  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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I suppose that's enough for today.  As you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-903846453115653287?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/903846453115653287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=903846453115653287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/903846453115653287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/903846453115653287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/follow-along-if-you-can.html' title='Follow Along ... If You Can'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8113910355115941612</id><published>2008-02-12T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:32:33.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) I have to do laundry today.  I hate laundry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Also on my "I hate this but I still have to do it" list ... cleaning the litter boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8113910355115941612?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8113910355115941612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8113910355115941612&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8113910355115941612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8113910355115941612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-new-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s New With Me'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3109565072970587414</id><published>2008-02-09T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T04:14:26.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Republican Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evidently there is no shortage of idiot politicians in the state in which I reside!  Check &lt;a href="http://rawstory.com/news/2008/Lawmakers_uses_slut_to_refer_to_0208.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; 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 ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3109565072970587414?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3109565072970587414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3109565072970587414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3109565072970587414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3109565072970587414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/republican-entertainment.html' title='Republican Entertainment'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-671061385777749901</id><published>2008-02-08T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:27:32.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal ... to TGWC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-671061385777749901?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/671061385777749901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=671061385777749901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/671061385777749901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/671061385777749901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/personal-to-tgwc.html' title='Personal ... to TGWC'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8373600453188669746</id><published>2008-02-08T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:04:52.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Call That a Reason?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8373600453188669746?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8373600453188669746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8373600453188669746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8373600453188669746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8373600453188669746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-call-that-reason.html' title='You Call That a Reason?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4278735602878499261</id><published>2008-02-07T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:13:49.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent but Still Grumpy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) My mother. Let me leave it at that. Just rest assured that it's entertaining and involves alien abduction! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Stuff I've forgotten to put on this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4278735602878499261?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4278735602878499261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4278735602878499261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4278735602878499261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4278735602878499261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/02/silent-but-still-grumpy.html' title='Silent but Still Grumpy'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8953928528097471096</id><published>2008-01-30T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T07:26:55.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Pisser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At my place of employment we have a unisex bathroom.  It's not like the one on Ally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McBeal&lt;/span&gt; ... it's a one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seater&lt;/span&gt;.  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 ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8953928528097471096?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8953928528097471096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8953928528097471096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8953928528097471096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8953928528097471096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-pisser.html' title='What a Pisser'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-1328143223021234116</id><published>2008-01-29T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:29:03.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of a Work Ethic .. the American Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' 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 &lt;em&gt;do, &lt;/em&gt;to this day, get up every damn day and drag my arse to work. It's not like I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to ... I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uns&lt;/span&gt; either. One woman even &lt;em&gt;planned &lt;/em&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-1328143223021234116?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/1328143223021234116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=1328143223021234116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1328143223021234116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/1328143223021234116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/lack-of-work-ethic-american-way.html' title='Lack of a Work Ethic .. the American Way'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2932209855483932212</id><published>2008-01-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:27:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; my comment, but a couple of her fan club did.  One was pretty diplomatic, the other says I'm mentally ill and blah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-blah-blah, etc.  SO ... let me now make known my stance on things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) The Earth is overpopulated.  Cancer is just one of the many ways that nature is trying to control human population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Antidepressants are for the weak who can't deal with reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2932209855483932212?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2932209855483932212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2932209855483932212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2932209855483932212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2932209855483932212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-stance.html' title='My Stance'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8557215728934400806</id><published>2008-01-23T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:22:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll be Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8557215728934400806?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8557215728934400806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8557215728934400806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8557215728934400806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8557215728934400806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/hell-be-missed.html' title='He&apos;ll be Missed'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7851730777039071518</id><published>2008-01-19T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:08:38.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Racists ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, so to kick of the National &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Western&lt;/span&gt; Stock Show in Colorado, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; have a Banquet to honor this year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muckety&lt;/span&gt; Muck Who's Who.  At this year's banquet a key note speaker (some self important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; man from Greeley ... no name here because he sucks) felt that it would be appropriate to make a racial joke about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He said, in reference to The White House, and I quote ... "they're going to have to change the name of that building if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; 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, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, that was funny.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, no it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you are so inclined to read about this dumb ass, you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2008/jan/16/speaker-stock-show-event-apologizes-racist-remark/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7851730777039071518?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7851730777039071518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7851730777039071518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7851730777039071518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7851730777039071518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-racists.html' title='Stupid Racists ...'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6958639615512093721</id><published>2008-01-18T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:28:19.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Go Ahead and Hate Me for This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a certain blogger out there who has cancer. I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;' 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After she posted several paragraphs on her bowel movements, I tried to stop reading. It's like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;train wreck&lt;/span&gt;, I can't pull my eyes away .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My unsolicited advice is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't want to be treated as "that girl with cancer" then don't act like "that girl with cancer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6958639615512093721?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6958639615512093721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6958639615512093721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6958639615512093721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6958639615512093721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-go-ahead-and-hate-me-for-this.html' title='So, Go Ahead and Hate Me for This'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5576425965194651287</id><published>2007-12-27T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T04:32:40.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, We Stupid Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sure you've already heard about it.  There was a tiger that escaped from it's enclosure at the San Francisco zoo.  She killed one visitor and mauled two others who survived.  The police were called, the tiger was shot and killed.  Peace was restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT???  Okay, so we take wild PREDATORS and lock them up.  If they escape and kill, we kill them.  Um ... tigers hunt.  It's what they do.  I'd also be willing to bet that SCARED tigers who are wandering around in unfamiliar territory (outside her enclosure ...) might go crazy and kill a LOT.  So, we use that as justification to kill her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tigers are endangered people!  Humans are not.  Yes, it's sad that someone got killed, but there is no doubt in my mind that it is 100% the fault of the San Francisco Zoo that this even happened.  The tiger should have been drugged, not killed.  There are still 7 billion people on the planet and only 3000 tigers left in the wild.  Sounds like only one can afford to lose some of it's viable members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5576425965194651287?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5576425965194651287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5576425965194651287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5576425965194651287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5576425965194651287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-we-stupid-humans.html' title='Oh, We Stupid Humans'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-226256634382959059</id><published>2007-12-12T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:12:17.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don We Now Our Sun Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/R1_rogisIfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jHMBsYLy6lM/s1600-h/Cabin+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143088380643123698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/R1_rogisIfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jHMBsYLy6lM/s320/Cabin+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a beacon in the night 'round these parts. It's sucking up more than it's fair share of energy ... enough to provide power to an entire third world nation ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I mean, seriously folks ... WHY would anyone think this is okay? Yes, I know the picture is blurry, but it was difficult to remain steady under the spot light like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is one of the problems with our world ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-226256634382959059?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/226256634382959059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=226256634382959059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/226256634382959059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/226256634382959059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/12/don-we-now-our-sun-glasses.html' title='Don We Now Our Sun Glasses'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ddRqlWZT-yg/R1_rogisIfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jHMBsYLy6lM/s72-c/Cabin+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-207052742096031156</id><published>2007-12-02T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:23:23.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presumptuous Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I was at work the other day and told one of my customers to "have a nice day."  He, in turn, told me "Merry Christmas" ... um ... what?!?!  It wasn't even December yet ... and there are several holidays this time of year.  If all the bloody Xians out there can get their panties in a wad when others say "Happy Holidays" because they believe "Jesus is the Reason for the Season" ... well, then I can get pissed when someone assumes I celebrate the birth of a god (little "g") in whose name wars have been waged throughout history and  innocent people slaughtered.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-207052742096031156?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/207052742096031156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=207052742096031156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/207052742096031156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/207052742096031156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/12/presumptuous-much.html' title='Presumptuous Much?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-256297304991902197</id><published>2007-11-28T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:19:45.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season to be Whiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've already begun to notice the large number of folk who are stressed out, grumpy and whiny due to the holiday season.  How about this ... Rather than feeling sorry for yourself because 1) you have so many gifts to buy, 2) so and so might get you a stupid gift, 3) you have to see family you hate, 4) you have to fight the crowds 5) whatever I may have missed that irks you so ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Instead of all that crap ... remember all of that is a luxury.  There is a large portion of the world that has no fresh water ... EVER!!!  Also, many folks have no idea what it feels like to have a full belly ... and they worry that their children will die of starvation before their first birthday.  So, bask in the luxury of your being allowed to be whiny!  Embrace your spoiled ways ... take a deep breath and realize you CHOOSE to be an a-hole ... while many go without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-256297304991902197?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/256297304991902197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=256297304991902197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/256297304991902197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/256297304991902197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/tis-season-to-be-whiny.html' title='Tis the Season to be Whiny'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2239472965122154996</id><published>2007-11-17T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:32:15.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nation of Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday, as I stood in an amazingly long line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to purchase so salad greens and a birthday card, I was struck with the realization that I live in a nation full of thankless gluttons.  So, let's all remember this Thursday to give thanks for being able to spend on one meal what could feed a large, starving family for a long time.  Let's give thanks that we can throw most of the leftovers away, without a care.  Let's give thanks that we can all live with our heads up our asses, if we so choose.  Then, one day, if it's not so wonderful over here any more, let's give thanks that we can wonder why no one else in the world will seem to care.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2239472965122154996?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2239472965122154996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2239472965122154996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2239472965122154996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2239472965122154996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/nation-of-gluttony.html' title='A Nation of Gluttony'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4650375383093692955</id><published>2007-11-16T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T06:25:52.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, it's day 1 of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to not read annoying blogs.  What was the FIRST thing I did when I logged onto the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt; today?  Sigh ... read a notoriously annoying person's blog.  Will I ever learn?  Oh well, tomorrow is another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4650375383093692955?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4650375383093692955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4650375383093692955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4650375383093692955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4650375383093692955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suck.html' title='I Suck!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7912033535736457577</id><published>2007-11-15T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:33:43.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Time Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why, oh why, do I keep going back to the blogs that annoy me? If they annoy me so, doesn't it stand to reason that I would stay away? Oh no, not I. That really annoys me with myself. Yes, I read, judge and focus on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt; ... but I could avoid all of this if I would just stay away. Sigh ... I will try ... tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7912033535736457577?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7912033535736457577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7912033535736457577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7912033535736457577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7912033535736457577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and Time Again'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2465477633628314426</id><published>2007-11-14T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:36:39.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow!!  It's amazing how people will lie in order to get appreciation from strangers on the web!  An individual that I know personally (in the real world) has recently posted a couple of times and, from the stuff I've read, she is full of crap!  She has blatant lies and deliberate misinformation about herself.  All for acceptance in a "virtual reality".  It would be sad, if it weren't so disgusting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2465477633628314426?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2465477633628314426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2465477633628314426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2465477633628314426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2465477633628314426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-liar.html' title='Little Liar'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8838134552306874667</id><published>2007-11-13T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:18:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can It Be Winter Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's mid-November.  It was in the 60's today, and I live in the mountains.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!?!  It should be cold and all that jazz ... bring on the season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8838134552306874667?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8838134552306874667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8838134552306874667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8838134552306874667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8838134552306874667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-it-be-winter-already.html' title='Can It Be Winter Already?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-3752494395115608727</id><published>2007-11-12T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T05:49:49.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!  It's Your Fault!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it with people who complain about things that are their own fault?  Rather than putting all that energy into whining, fix the problem!  If you hurt because you aren't healthy, then work on your health or shut up.  If you have some icky bowel syndrome that you know clears up when you clean up your diet, then clean up your diet or shut up!  If you're always exhausted because you never physically move and then you are upset because you are too tired to do anything, move more and it will get easier, or shut up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's totally within your rights to not fix your issues and to feel sorry for yourself because you feel overwhelmed by the problems you created.  However, do you really think that you have a license to whine when you have it within your power to solve the problems and you choose not to?  Perhaps what's really going on is that you thrive on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;victimhood&lt;/span&gt;.  Let me guess ... your inner strength is tapped out because you scraped your knee when you were 4 and your mommy didn't kiss it, or some crap like that.  Get the hell over it!  Life goes on and life isn't for the weak.  If you are really that weak, keep in mind there are other options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-3752494395115608727?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/3752494395115608727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=3752494395115608727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3752494395115608727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/3752494395115608727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-its-your-fault.html' title='Hello!  It&apos;s Your Fault!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6602645683326678935</id><published>2007-11-11T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:38:12.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I took a stab at "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt;".  It's this thing where you blog everyday for a full month.  The link is off to the right of my page somewhere.  Anyway, I failed to post yesterday because, unlike a large number of the other participants, I have a life.  Sometimes this requires me to not be on my butt in front of the computer.  So, in short, I don't feel sorry for failing because it was a real life that got in the way.  Someday, perhaps you can have one too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6602645683326678935?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6602645683326678935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6602645683326678935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6602645683326678935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6602645683326678935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-life.html' title='I Have a Life'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-6482077183957685918</id><published>2007-11-09T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:00:07.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Time and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are a couple of blogs that I read where the people don't do anything.  Okay, I guess they do some things.  They do arts and crafts, they sit around, they whine about pains (both physical and mental), and they brood in such a way as to get strangers from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; to stroke them and tell them they are brilliant, not to push themselves, they have a right to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slothful&lt;/span&gt; and useless.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It seems to be a theme that they are all whining about the time change.  With the shorter days they just can't get anything done.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, okay.  How exactly does the earlier darkness prevent you from sleeping until noon, surfing the 'net for a few hours, blogging, playing with your crafty toys and taking up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; space on the planet?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can see the future posts now ... they'll all be thrown into an even deeper depression because they all suffer from S.A.D.  Just you wait and see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-6482077183957685918?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/6482077183957685918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=6482077183957685918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6482077183957685918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/6482077183957685918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/father-time-and-you.html' title='Father Time and You'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2627040759598915377</id><published>2007-11-08T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:43:24.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch for Falling ... Cows?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A couple is driving down the road, minding their own business when ... WHAM!!!  A cow falls onto their car.  Evidently "Bessie" (or so I've named her ...) wandered 5 miles away from home.  Being lost drove her to suicide ... she leapt to her death from a 200 ft. cliff ... only to survive by landing on the hood of a mini-van.  She was euthanized later due to injuries ... if only they'd be so kind to suffering humans.  You can read about it here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071107/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_cow_fall"&gt;Cow plunges off cliff onto moving minivan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2627040759598915377?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2627040759598915377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2627040759598915377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2627040759598915377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2627040759598915377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/watch-for-falling-cows.html' title='Watch for Falling ... Cows?!?!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5459285927291425826</id><published>2007-11-07T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:33:55.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Supposed to do That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I see this guy walking his dog along the lake near my house. Every time the dog wants to stop and smell something, he yanks on the leash and says, "no!" So, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't people walk their dogs so that they &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;smell things? At the rate they were going, the dog would have to crap while actively walking. He's a dog, he's supposed to sniff things!! That's how his brain is wired! If you can't take the time to let him be a dog, then don't have a dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5459285927291425826?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5459285927291425826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5459285927291425826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5459285927291425826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5459285927291425826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-supposed-to-do-that.html' title='He&apos;s Supposed to do That!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2145262277972689427</id><published>2007-11-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T06:26:49.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Not Duct Tape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over the past few days I've begun to notice a theme in a handful of blogs that I read on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;.  It seems that a lot of people are of the belief that if you face the world armed with love, all problems will be solved.  So, in order to disprove this theory, I've decided to test this in a very scientific matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Since I am an avid anti-George Bush type of person, I was wondering what would happen if I sent him a letter telling him I love him?  Would he immediately resign because of my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the monthly bills roll in, rather than paying them, I'm going to call each company and profess my love.  I'm sure this will ensure my utilities never get shut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next time I go grocery shopping, I will fill my cart and go straight to my car without paying.  If someone stops me, I will hug him/her and say, "I Love You!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If all the people are right about how love solves all problems, well then I should be okay in each of these scenarios and I will promptly put a thick coat of love on any problems I have.  This could be the next rage.  Right up there with duct tape.  If, on the other hand, I still have to hand over monetary compensation for goods and services, well then I guess you fluffy-bunny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mamby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pamby&lt;/span&gt; people better get up off your lazy arses and do something REAL for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2145262277972689427?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2145262277972689427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2145262277972689427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2145262277972689427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2145262277972689427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-not-duct-tape.html' title='Love Is Not Duct Tape!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5062304803696178611</id><published>2007-11-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:29:48.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not You Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, this Saturday night I had an event to attend that, lo and behold, the person I ran into the previous Saturday was there.  It was obvious she didn't get the hint last weekend, but I'm sure the message was driven home this time.  She said something along the lines of a greeting on three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; occasions.  I completely ignored her and did not make one bit of eye contact on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the end of the night, she approached my girlfriend and spoke with her.  My girlfriend is not as cold blooded as I, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt;.  She was courteous to her and had some general "how are you doing" type conversation.  I walked up to them and spoke directly to my counterpart, and walked away again, all without acknowledging the existence of said worthless lump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5062304803696178611?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5062304803696178611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5062304803696178611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5062304803696178611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5062304803696178611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-you-again.html' title='Not You Again'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7152402740258704872</id><published>2007-11-04T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:21:32.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Coffee Please, and My Eggs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I went to breakfast this morning and had a cup of coffee and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;huevos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rancheros&lt;/span&gt;. I specified that I wanted my eggs soft basted. The first time I got 'em over hard. No, no, no, no, no. I choked down half my meal with the eggs pushed to the side before I finally got the server's attention. She brought me two more eggs. These were basted alright. Basted HARD!!! She never came back to find out that I hated them. Also, I needed more coffee. No can do. Finally, when it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; that I was done trying to eat, she came over and asked if all was okay. I told her no and that I wanted my bill. She offered to discount my meal. Once again, I told her no. It's not her fault the idiot cooks don't know how to baste a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frickin&lt;/span&gt;' egg!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In spite of her crappy service, I tipped her 30%. Why? Because she is so bad that I'm sure she has trouble getting her bills paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7152402740258704872?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7152402740258704872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7152402740258704872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7152402740258704872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7152402740258704872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-coffee-please-and-my-eggs.html' title='More Coffee Please, and My Eggs!!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-4728869265520418538</id><published>2007-11-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:17:49.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Hormones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The next time you feel the need to throw your smoldering cigarette butt out the window of your car, you'd better be damn sure that it's not around here.  I hereby swear to put my car in park, get out, retrieve your butt and throw it back into your car @$$h0!e.  Of course, it should go without saying that this is dependent on the fact that we'll be sitting at a stop light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-4728869265520418538?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/4728869265520418538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=4728869265520418538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4728869265520418538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/4728869265520418538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/bring-on-hormones.html' title='Bring on the Hormones!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7769380839127609016</id><published>2007-11-02T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:48:49.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash!!  It's Not All About You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, amongst the blogs I regularly read, a person has experienced a great loss.  Also amongst the blogs I read are a few opportunists who have skillfully managed to turn this loss into another whiny story about loss they experienced 20+ years ago!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; people?!?!?  Even I have more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couth&lt;/span&gt; than you.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7769380839127609016?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7769380839127609016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7769380839127609016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7769380839127609016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7769380839127609016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/news-flash-its-not-all-about-you.html' title='News Flash!!  It&apos;s Not All About You!!!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-8261961429744767254</id><published>2007-11-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:06:50.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I don't need to hear my bagger at the local grocery store bragging about his sexual escapades at a party last night.  I'm just sayin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-8261961429744767254?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/8261961429744767254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=8261961429744767254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8261961429744767254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/8261961429744767254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/11/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-2948459041990869898</id><published>2007-10-30T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:40:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Mean, Come On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   So, I was driving down the highway to get to a meeting at work this morning.  I had to drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; all sorts of construction, which is pretty annoying without what I saw.  I passed a sign.  You know the ones, it has all these light bulbs and certain ones light up to give drivers very important messages about road closures and dates, etc.  This one read, "October 30 mourning exit ### closed."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   That's right folks, it spelled it m.o.u.r.n.i.n.g.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; worn black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-2948459041990869898?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/2948459041990869898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=2948459041990869898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2948459041990869898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/2948459041990869898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-mean-come-on.html' title='I Mean, Come On!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-5418915987187600435</id><published>2007-10-29T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:28:22.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just for Bloggers Any More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   Originally I only wanted to post about whiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;.  I have changed my mind.  I now am going to use this site to gripe about anyone who irritates and/or disgusts me.  The reason I was prompted to make this change is because of an encounter I had at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hallow e'en&lt;/span&gt; party on Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   I ran into someone who used to be my friend but I ditched because she was so lazy and whiny that it pissed me off all the time.  She was there, trying to make conversation with me.  I did not want to talk to her at all and made it apparent with short answers and avoiding eye contact.  Anyway, she took what few minutes she had with me and used them to get in some more complaining.  "My feet hurt."  Of course they effing hurt, you never use them!!!  Stand up once in awhile and they'll get used to it!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   This woman spends extraordinary amounts of time trying to figure out how she can physically move the least.  She really does.  Then on the one night of the year that she goes out and has to stand for maybe 10 minutes, she starts whining about her pain.  To me.  Like I want to hear it.  Hello, there is a reason we don't talk anymore.  It's because you disgust me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-5418915987187600435?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/5418915987187600435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=5418915987187600435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5418915987187600435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/5418915987187600435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-just-for-bloggers-any-more.html' title='Not Just for Bloggers Any More'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-245510841731037830</id><published>2007-10-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:04:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do Not Believe it Exists!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   I just want to say that I am tired of people using diseases that didn't exist 30 years ago as an excuse to be lazy! There was a time that it didn't matter if you had aches and pains, you went out and worked to feed your family. Period. Just because you have discomfort doesn't mean that the world stops turning. Hello! Your family still needs to eat, live in a clean home, wear clean clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   Since I'm talking about it anyway, let's talk about my buddy Evolution. You know, it's survival of the fittest. If you hadn't become so spoiled by the gadgets and whiz gigs that do most of the work for you, you would be left to die. Either that, or you'd suck it up and work through the pain. Essentially, what is happening now is that we are "evolving" (I say that with a little "e" because we are not moving up, it's our downward spiral) to be able to survive in a posh environment. The skills that we needed once to really survive are slowly being eked out of our gene pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   What's gonna help you survive when society eventually collapses? NOTHING! The ones who will prevail will be the ones who actually know how to do something rather than read about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-245510841731037830?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/245510841731037830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=245510841731037830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/245510841731037830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/245510841731037830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-do-not-believe-it-exists.html' title='I Do Not Believe it Exists!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520342780152154783.post-7136568994532169611</id><published>2007-10-24T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:56:48.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogosphere Sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   This is the place where I unleash all of my pent up frustration about those who blog for no other reason than to complain about their comfortable lives.  Those who, rather than fix their problems, are content to blog about them so that they can get the sympathy of a bunch of strangers!  I just don't get it.  Never have, never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   For some reason, if complete and total strangers tell these people it's okay to be a lazy blob on the planet who does nothing more than suck energy from those willing to give it, it makes it okay!  WTF?  How does having other such people tell you it's okay to be a that way mean anything?  Meanwhile, they ignore the advice of real people who really know them and continue down their paths of destruction.  It's a sick cycle of people enabling each other.  It's got to stop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   I completely plan on giving real examples here.  I will not say which particular blogs I got this info from, I will be as vague as possible.  Just rest assured that everything you read here will be true.  And my opinon on each topic will be sincere and from the bottom of my disgusted heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2520342780152154783-7136568994532169611?l=somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/feeds/7136568994532169611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2520342780152154783&amp;postID=7136568994532169611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7136568994532169611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520342780152154783/posts/default/7136568994532169611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingtowhineabout.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogosphere-sucks.html' title='The Blogosphere Sucks!'/><author><name>Whiner Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13278447826793376322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
