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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Rant


  • Tuesday night television stinks. It's nothing but reality shows.
  • Rain connotes wetness. Wet pavement means that you will slide more. Use your brakes gently people and I know I blogged about your durn directional signals, they do exist!
  • Dude in front of me in the check-out line. Don't pay entirely with pennies - It serious pisses me off and is not as funny as you seemed to think it was. That's why I looked at you like that you moron.
  • I swear, if I ever have children - they will be "right" in the head, I promise.
  • I'm not overly intelligent, but don't blame me if your not competent and don't have a lick of common sense.
  • Mediocrity may satisfy some, but it sucks to me.
  • I let Susanna Hoff influence me into a Manic Tuesday. Damn Her!!

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Wednesday morning I'm listening to "Happy" by Sister Hazel.

I'm going to listen to it and repeat it and repeat it and repeat it.

Then, when I pull into the parking garage, I'm playing "Starfish."

I'm gonna friggin have a better day tomorrow if I have to hurt someone.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Java Joe


I don't drink coffee. But I love the smell of coffee. You brew it and I'll sniff it. Many have tried to get me to consume the rich swill of "bleck" but I just find it disgusting. In my life, coffee was more a drink for men, black - no sugar or cream. Some women in my life drank it with cream or milk and sugar. My nanny used to drink milk with about a tablespoon of coffee and we called it Granny coffee. Now that I'm a full fledged adult with a few years on me I have begun to notice more women drinking coffee. Insisting that it's the only way they can wake up in the morning. Sure, there were women drinking coffee when I was young, but it just seems as though more women now drink coffee. More blending of the gender roles.
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Which brings me more to the point of this blog. When I was growing up, the men in my life were masculine manly men. Never were they ruled by their emotions. There emotions were often at the bottom of the list of concerns. At this point in my life I find more men that are "getting in touch with their feminine side." This notion I believe is bullshit, but I like to poke fun just like anyone else. I think men are just learning to be more in touch with their compassionate side. There's no real need for us to act like neandrathals anymore. Relationships are important. Bonding with other humans challenges us to see parts of ourselves that we often ignore or didn't know existed. No more of Tim Allen's "Ohf Ohf Ohf," and more caring for ourselves and each other. I think this is a good thing. I believe it will help us better relate to people. And at times guys, if you're being whiney, bitchy and stupidly annoying... I'll pick at you for acting like a woman.
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This one's for you, Java Joe. Drink up!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Liar - Liar



I love my job (still not tellin'). Side note: but I really don't like some of the folks with whom I'm required to work (but that's another blog). Today's topic is about lying and/or being a liar. Yes, I am guilty of lying. But at least I know not to lie about stuff I've said on recorded lines. My job is to fight for the little guy and sometimes the big guy. This issue is about a big guy with a big lawyer who is also his relative. Together, they are whining about a decision they made involving money. Aware that they were on a recorded line, both of them actively discussed all the details that were pertinent to them and the ramifications of various obstacles and choices. Months later they are now complaining about those choices and want to cancel the transaction. Whoa nelly!! The decisions they made were contractually irrevocable, as in no turning back. So... and I love this part... the lawyer, not yet suing, is demanding that we make things right for his client/family member. He sites various details that were not covered and discussions that didn't happen. See now, I have made a point of telling you that everything is on a recorded line. I've listened to all of them. I'm rather enjoying spitting back the lawyer's words and advice that he gave his client. Every last point I am able to say "liar - liar, pants on fire!"