Thursday, August 28, 2014

Mini Me

I've heard it all my life, "you and your mom could be sisters! "You look just like your mom."  I thought we looked similar until I saw these pictures.  My mom is the little one in the majority of these and that's me in the color picture.  I do have that same facial expression that she has in the one with the bonnet (that I'm so annoyed, quit doing whatever the fuck you're doing look).  I was looking at the book face the other day while I was on the phone with her and found these pictures on her profile.  I literally said, "holy shit, I look just like you!"
And yes, those are all her brothers and sisters, she's one of ten.  The very bottom picture has all 10 kids in it, it's just hard to see the baby.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Fantasy Football Draft

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Every year I know the end of the summer is near when Babboo has his Fantasy Football draft.  Don't get me wrong, I like sports it gives me a real reason to drink, other than stress.  I just don't want the summer to end, especially since it's been a cold summer.
I am excited for draft day because I get to open up the ol' appetizer board on Pinterest and plan the food selection.  I wish Babboo would let me stand up and announce the food.  I picture it going something like this:

            "For the first round of food in the 2014 Donkey Punchers Draft, I have selected Buffalo Chicken Dip......."   

I would rundown the entire menu that way, would try not to giggle, and would definitely be the only person in the room that was amused by my announcement.

Now I must move furniture around in the game room in preparation for the festivities.  The newly delivered pool table and the lack of the bar is making this a bit of a challenge.  Real world problems.

Side note:  Babboo is in more than one "league" and I think the "Donkey Punchers" is actually the college league in which they pick teams weekly not players.  I know it's a fabulous it if you don't understand.

Friday, August 22, 2014

My Mood

This is what I've been wanting to say to quite a few people lately....

It's perfect.  A cute unicorn with the absolute best phrase.

That is all....carry on.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

How Is That Shit Published?!

I am back to writing, and the screenplay is now going to be a book, which is just as hard to write, but with less formatting requirements, which were making the process WAY longer than I had the patience for.  I was inspired to sit down and write after finishing the book I was reading here and there over the past month.  It was just engaging enough to keep me interested, a semi-witty fiction, which ended up having a horrible ending that pissed me off.  It made me think, if this thing can get published, why can't mine.

The dogs are currently napping and I'm trying to multi-task by writing this post and waiting for the second load of laundry in the dryer to finish. I've yet to turn on the TV today, which is also a small miracle, not that I typically watch it all day, it's more background noise than anything else, but sometimes I would get sucked into watching a movie I had already seen multiple times.  I think it was more of an excuse to procrastinate.

Today has been a semi-productive day, especially since I am swearing off the Book Face for awhile.  It has become more of a place to share funny, political, or inspirational videos or pictures, and quite frankly I can find that shit on my own.  I'm sure I'll still check in from time to time to see whose kid got braces, or who went on a Disney cruise yet again, but the time away is needed before I went bat shit crazy on someone or everyone!

I'm also going to try to start the book my friend sent me, the one I posted about not too long ago.  I REALLY need some inspiration these days.  The bank account is depleting and I have yet to find a job, not that I've been applying myself 100% to that task, so a little inspiration is much needed.  Yes, I am still trying to find the perfect job, so if you know of something or someone who may know of something, keep me in mind.  I promise I am much more productive when I actually have deadlines.  When you still have a couple pair of clean socks and nothing to do tomorrow the laundry can always wait.

It's days like these I wonder what some of the people who write those blog ----------> on my blogger list , do.  I've read most of the "about me" sections on each of the blogs and the stay at home/unemployed descriptions make me question how these people pay their bills and aren't posting day after day that they are sitting in the dark eating ramen noodles due to the fact that they have no money, because the have no job.  If this sounds like any of you ------> and you'd like to send me a private message enlightening me, please go to my Facebook page and do so, even though I'm giving up the book face, I'll see the message.  I'm actually very curious.

I hear the ever so annoying beep of the dryer going off, which means my "work" here is done for now. I must be on my way.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Trying to Bite My Tongue

I haven't posted for a few days partially because I haven't felt like attempting to be even a little witty with a post and it seems like everything I've written lately has been depressing.  Also, anything I feel like writing about is the bad shit that's happening and I've had enough debating with people on the Book Face over political/"news worthy" shit.  I don't feel like calling out the morons who have pissed my off in one way or another, because I'm just tired of the morons.  I think I'm just tired of the Book Face again and all the bull shit posts the hypocrites post.  (Go ahead hypocrites, make all your shitty comments, I'm just going to delete them, or you.)
What I need is a vacation, on a beach, away from real life for a week, even if it's just me, myself, and I. Doesn't that sound nice?

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Importance and Ramblings

What makes you feel important?  Your job?  Your kids?  Your husband?  Your friends?  I found myself questioning my importance folding laundry, listening to one dog chew on a bone as the other howled and barked at him.  How do those things/people make you feel important?  Do they say thank you?  Do they do things for you?  Do people admire and look up to you?

My life isn't facebook perfect.  My life is good.  I'm just in a funk.  I'm trying to get out of it.  I'm trying to be productive.  I'm trying.  That's hard too.  I'm trying to find my importance again.  I've always associated certain things with feeling important, having a good job for one.  I wasn't a doctor or a lawyer, or what some people think are "important" jobs.  I didn't make six figures, which some people think is "important."  I had a decent job that paid the bills, but I was miserable at and found my life passing me by.  I know it was the right decision to leave. It was, right?

Not having a full time job makes me feel less important for some reason.  Which in turn makes me non-productive, then that turns into being in a funk, a fog, out of sorts.  Looking for a job also puts me in a funk.  I hold myself in high regard for the most part, but try staring at job listings for hours and hours as you discard one after another because you lack experience for this one, or that one.  My once outlook that I can do anything (within reason, I'm not applying for brain surgeon positions) slowly changes to, is there anything I can do?

So, here I am folding laundry, questioning my importance and listening to the dogs gnaw on their raw hides, trying to remember what day it is, and contemplating a shower.  That's a whole other type of funk....

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Don't Lose the Spark

"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it."  -Robin Williams

I learned of the death of Robin Williams sitting at the kitchen table last night.  I was stunned and saddened just like the rest of the world.  I sit here in the same chair today, after reading all the news articles still stunned.  A million thoughts have run through my head, but I can't seem to get the words just right, so I'm not even going to try.

I have never been in a place so dark that I would consider suicide to be my only choice.  It's difficult for me to understand, but my circumstances are not the same as one other person's in the world.  Everyone has different burdens and happiness.

My thoughts go out to the people who loved Robin Williams.  If anyone reading this is contemplating suicide, please choose to get help, ask for help, it is out there.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255

Monday, August 11, 2014

It's Not What You Know....Although I'm a Pretty Smart Cookie

Here it is the shameless plug about me.  It's time to get back on the proverbial horse and ride!  I know I don't have a huge following in the blogosphere, but they say it's not what you know, it's who you know and there just might be someone who happens upon this blog that knows someone.

I have worked in retail for over 16 years, most of those in a management role.  That alone makes me qualified for almost any type of sales job out there.  Some most people or companies might not think that, but I wholeheartedly disagree.  You can teach someone about products or services, but you can't teach someone to have a personality or drive to succeed.

I have a Bachelors Degree in Finance, so I have the book smart part down. Understanding and analyzing numbers are important parts of ANY business, if someone tells you otherwise, they aren't performing at their optimal level.  I also have the street smarts and the soft skills that matter when you are a sales person.  Those can't be taught. Anyone who survived retail for 16+ years obviously has PEOPLE SKILLS.

So, this shameless plug is me saying, "I'm awesome, I'd be a great addition to the sales force of an awesome company."  Frankly, I deserve a job I love and can thrive in.  If you know of a position that sounds like the perfect fit for me, let me know ASAP.  I'm sure I won't be on the market for long!

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Photo courtesy of
I've been considering going back to school.  For what, I'm not sure.  Then there's the question, do I take online courses or classroom courses?  Then there's the bigger  issue, STUDENT LOANS?  I should be old enough that the government should just pay for my school.

I think this really came to my mind when I started seeing all those television commercials for the office supply stores.  Why is that, because I love shopping for school supplies!!!!  College ruled notebook paper has an intoxicating smell, and so do permanent markers.  I love mechanical pencils and Sharpie markers.  I also enjoy the challenge of finding the perfect blue pen, you know the one.  The best thing on the list, the Planner!!!!!  You know it is.  The one that has the full month calendar and a daily calendar.  The cute one that will fit perfectly in my book bag.  What book bags are cool these days?

Still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know what's on my school supply list!  (Well, I'd like to be a lottery winner or professional blogger, but I haven't seen either of those majors listed in any of the college catalogs I've looked at.)

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Random Shit on a Saturday

Sometimes I get mad at the bloggers whose blogs I have listed over there -----> in the sidebar because they don't post as often as I want them to, or their older posts were more lively.

Haagen-Dazs has made an unbelievable flavor, Peanut Butter Pie Ice Cream.  Of course it's a limited edition.  I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

I love this shirt!
Not so much when it looks like this.
 I was on a local business' website a few months ago and they had a link to vendors and products. I clicked on the link and it said "coming soon." I go back to the website again today, click on the same link and still "coming soon."  That's really annoying to me.  I'd be annoyed too if I was a vendor, I'd want my name and products on the website.

I also find it really annoying when a new business puts up their sign, but can't even throw together a quick website with when their target opening date is or a menu, or a brief description of what they are all about.  You would think someone opening up a business would want to create some excitement prior to opening.

How is it that Bob Guiney's five minutes of fame have spanned from 2003 and he is still around?  I feel like I might have seen his band, "Fat Amy," play in the 90's.  Anyone from KZoo remember them playing the local bar scene?

Did I seriously just hear one of the woman on the Bachelor in paradise say, "I'm 80/40?!"  Why do I watch this shit?!  Oh, because it's like a train wreck, that's why.

LMFAO - Everyday I'm Shuffling, Just became Everyday I'm Vacuuming.  Can you guess what I was doing?  Oddly enough when I went onto YouTube, there is a video for "Everyday I'm Vacuuming, but it sub par.

At certain points of this video these two look like Justin Timberlake with a bad afro and the dude from Metallica.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Why I Am Removing Fox 2 News From My Book Face Feed

I've said it time and time again.  I think it every time I read/click on a link on a Fox 2 News story.  I'm sick of stupid people.

I made the mistake of commenting on a Fox 2 link on Friday morning and I am now taking them off my feed because I get all worked up over dumb people's comments.

Here's the interaction between myself and another commenter:

I was going to block out Loletta's face and name, but then thought, you posted it loud and proud, why should I protect your ignorant statements.

She also made this ridiculous statement that I had to reply on.  I just couldn't help myself:
I also love the statement about law enforcement harassing "our men and boys."  I just didn't want to spend more time pulling up statistics on crime for someone that will just never get it.  I wanted so badly to directly ask her what her thoughts were on the Steven Utash case, but knew I would get some ignorant response so I let it go, and NOW I am deleting Fox 2 News off my news feed.

Choke on This Top 10 List

I do have a "About Me" link on this blog.  Some of the things I am going to say here might be listed there, I'm not really sure.  My inspiration for this post was from a link a friend shared on the Book Face.  This is who I am today.  I'm sure it will change the moment I press "Publish".

1.  I'm a forty-something female, living in the Mitten.
2.  I grew up in the great Hoosier state.
2.  I was raised Catholic and still consider myself a Catholic even though I don't agree with everything the Catholic church says I should.  I don't think that makes me a non-Catholic, or a "bad" Catholic, more like an opinionated Catholic and aren't all Catholics opinionated?
3.  I'm a Republican in many ways and Liberal in others, which will probably be pretty apparent from some things on this list.
4.  I'm heterosexual.  I've never really understood why it's called "being straight."  Are other people who aren't "straight" crooked?  I just find it to be a strange and maybe a derogatory way to say heterosexual.  I'll have to Google that.
5.  I am pro-choice.  Some of the other #2s are saying, "how can you call yourself a Catholic if you are pro-choice?"  Frankly, because I can.
6.  I believe I should have the right to "bear arms."  I also believe that right should be taken away from people under certain circumstances.
7.  I swear, a lot, but not to intentionally offend and I'm aware of the times when it is inappropriate to use swear words and refrain from doing so.
8.  I bitch about things other people do and turn around and do the same thing or act in a certain way, which contradicts what I say.  So I guess that makes me a hypocrite.  I think we all are hypocrites in some way.
9.  I think believe know I am a good person.
10.  I watch reality TV.  I'm torn between being embarrassed admitting that and just accepting that, in some sick way, it makes me feel really normal.

The one thing about me is, I will never "shove these down your throat."  It's who I am.  You are who you are.  It's ok to be different.  It's ok to disagree.  It's ok to have a intelligent debate with someone about something you don't see eye to eye on.  The problem is most people are too stupid to have an intelligent debate and just spew unintelligent, unsupported, BULL SHIT.  It's also important to know when it's just time to agree to disagree and move on.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

I'm An Ostrich

I believe I named this blog appropriately because one day is snark, the next is about shit, another is a serious post....Total Randomness is exactly what it is.  I'm inspired/annoyed by a million different things.  This post was inspired by a blog post a friend shared on the Book Face.

The only thing I know about Joshua is what it says on his "About" section on his blog.  This post is the only thing I've read of his, but I'm sure I will click through some of his other posts and see what he has to offer.  I identify with so much of what he says in this post.  It's lengthy, but a good read, and it inspired me to get on my Internet soap box.

You've read my recent rants about the Book Face and fake people and their fake lives.  You've read about how I don't give two shits about the Kardashians.  You've read about the "funk" I'm in quite frequently these days.  If you haven't read any of these things, you obviously aren't a daily reader here, and if you have, you will know I don't care if you've read them or not.

Let me first say, politics are for politicians.  I try to keep myself informed, but find myself outraged a lot of the time with the politics in this country and unfortunately choose the ostrich approach of burying my head in the sand.  The people who are the "politicians" who care and want to represent the people, and do good, are few and far between.  More times than not these peoples' voices are not heard or they are not elected because big business (that actually runs our country)  squelches their views or ideas.  The true politicians, the puppets of big business may have started out caring, but greed or the promise of power consume their once good intentions.  

So many people turn to technology and social media as a means of escape.  But we can't escape the real outside world no matter how hard we try.  That video of the crying baby soothed by the sounds of Katy Perry is sandwiched by a news video of what is going on in the Middle East and a link to a story about soldier's surprise homecoming.  It's a roller coaster of emotions we endure everyday on the Internet and TV.  I watch the news every morning and then I self soothe by laughing at Jimmy Fallon at night.  I'm just as guilty as the next person.

I still tell myself and want to believe that most people want to do good, but we have all been cursed with philanthropic ADD by the media.  We jump on the bandwagon of what the media and many times Hollywood tells us is important right now.  We sympathized with the people affected by the falling of the Twin Towers, the people affected by natural disasters, like Katrina, the family and friends of a slain  local law enforcement officer.  We wanted to help.  We donated money, calling into a fundraising effort where celebrities answered phones to help the people of Haiti, or attended an event to raise money for a local child's hospital bills for his/her cancer treatment.   Some donated time.  Events like this made us angry, and sad at the same time.  We shed tears for the people suffering, but then another event happened and we were onto the next.

I hope a couple things remain at the top of our minds.  These are what I feel are important and you can agree or disagree.  We should always support our troops who fight for our "freedom."  Whether you believe in what they fight for or not, remember they are following orders.  The government, that orders them to put themselves in harms way for the rest of us, is quick to turn a blind eye to them when they return home.  This is deplorable.  The other, legal, U.S. citizens should never be hungry due to poverty.  NEVER.  Some of you will be offended that I said "legal,U.S. citizens," and that's your right.  I make no apologies for it.

I recognize the irony and hypocrisy of this post and that of Joshua's post.  We take to the Internet to get on our soap boxes and preach to you what we believe, and condemn the media and others when they do just that.  We seek the approval of others by posting funny pictures, witty statements, what we ate for lunch, a link to a blog post, but condemn others when they do the same thing.  Then a friend posts this link and I can't help myself but to click on it and then sit asking myself is this shit supposed to be satirical, ironic, serious, or a combination?  

Some days I think I'm just better off with my head in the sand.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Houston We Have a Problem

Someone posted a link on the Book Face to an article about why our grandparents didn't get sick like we do.  One of the reasons was the food they consumed were't full of preservatives, GMOs, dyes, and everything else we consume today.  It really got me thinking about the crap we eat and then brought back a very sweet memory of one of Babboo and I's first dates.

Do any of you remember the chips with Olestra in them?  Do you remember the warning on them, contains Olestra, consumption may cause "cramps and diarrhea"?  Did you know food companies are no longer required to put that warning on their products that contain Olestra? I think that is total crap, pardon the pun.  If a company puts something in their product that might make me shit my pants, I think I have the right to be warned of it!  This could explain a lot of close calls.  It's also a bit disconcerting that Olestra has been banned in several countries, including the U.K. and Canada.  Apparently these countries care if their citizens shit themselves! (My apologies for the subtitles. I couldn't find video without them)

While Babboo and I were on Atkins we bought some sugar free candies.  I happen to look at the back of the bag the other day and a highlighted blurb caught my eye.

I never knew that I could be sensitive to sugar substitutes or that they could cause a laxative effect if I was.  Don't you think this is something we all should be warned of?  Shouldn't someone post this on some billboards, or maybe there should be public service announcements on television warning us of things that could possibly make us shart?  That lead me to that sweet memory of the beginnings of Babboo and my relationship.

When Babboo and I first started dating, we went to dinner at a well known steak house.  I ordered a bar burger cooked medium.  I know, you're all thinking why the hell did you order a burger at a steak house instead of the steak.  Well, I ordered the burger and he ordered the steak so each of us could have a taste of both.
My burger arrived at the table looking delicious.  When I took that first bite, anticipating a heavenly tasting, medium cooked burger, I discovered my burger was neither. It was raw inside, not rare, RAW!  It was sent back to the kitchen only to be delivered to me, once again, raw.  Third times a charm they say, so it was sent back again and this time arrived back at the table close to medium.  At this point I was a bit turned off, but ate it because I was starving.  Fast forward to the ride home....

Babboo and I are in the car about 20 minutes from home, when he says his stomach is not feeling so great.  I knew it was serious when he rolled down his window and turned off the heat, it was February and not at all warm outside.  I have had that wave of heat wash over me too when my stomach "issues" are about to get serious.  Ten minutes later I start to have that same feeling, but not wanting to scream out in desperation, "you have to stop somewhere now or I'm going to shit my pants!" I just say I really have to pee.  I could see he was a bit annoyed because of his current situation, but he pulled into the next gas station we came upon.
I ran inside to get the restroom key and hurried back out to go into the restroom.  It was a unisex restroom at a gas station, so you can imagine its condition.  At that point I didn't care if it was a bucket with a toilet seat, on the fifty yard line during the Super Bowl, this was an EMERGENCY!!!!!!!  The process was over quickly and I opened the door, with the 2x4 attached to the restroom key in hand, to find Babboo standing there, his eyes as big as saucers, waiting for his turn.
I returned the monstrosity of a key chain back inside and waited in the car.  He wasn't quite as quick as I was, but emerged looking less frantic than when he had entered.  When he got in the car, he looked at me and said, "thanks for the present."  Apparently my issue needed a double flush, which I hadn't taken the time to check for because I knew he was waiting outside in the same predicament I had been in.  Thank God I am pretty laid back and wasn't totally mortified by his comment, just moderately.

Three years later, we have never returned to that restaurant and their raw burgers that almost caused a major catastrophe.  I think they should have to add to the warning about consuming raw or undercooked meats, you may also shit your pants if you do.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

FAIL is a Four Letter Word

Usually I try to not post every detail about my current situation.  Most of you have gathered I self terminated myself from a wretched job.  I decided to take a month off.  I haven't not worked for that long since I was in college.  Well that month has come and gone.

I need to get my ass in gear and find a job because quite honestly I am starting to feel a depression set in.  I eat because I should (that should be a MAJOR red flag), and what I do eat is not the healthiest choice and it still doesn't taste good to me.  I am totally unmotivated.  I keep putting things off, because when you don't have to go to work the next day, there is always tomorrow.  The only reason I know it's Monday is because Babboo had the past two days off and got up and left for work today.  I sleep a lot, I mean way more than any person needs.  I go days without leaving the house.  I also go days without showering and I can't believe I am admitting that.

A friend I made in college, who is a friend on the Book Face, recently sent me a book she thinks will help me and my current situation.  She just recently opened her own business and from her posts seems very happy.
"I am so thankful that my work-life now encourages catching up with family & friends, connecting with people, and taking time to just have coffee and a cookie. I recall a previous life in which there was no time for catching up, connecting, or even eating!"

 I want that happiness in my life.  I feel like I'm at an impasse with myself.  How do I find that "perfect" job?  How do people do it?  Do I go back to school, and if so, for what?  Do I open my own business, and if so, what kind, how will I fund it, do I start with an internet store front first and then a brick and mortar building?  Can I make enough money to "make it?"  Will I fail?  There, I said it, the thing I fear the most, FAILURE.

I could list a million quotes about failure and success here.
    "Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts."
       -Winston Churchill

    "Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure."
      -George Edward Woodberry

    "The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will."
      -Vince Lombardi

    "In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure."
      -Bill Cosby

I've read them all, was inspired by a few, doubted most, but am still in the same place.  What is next for me?  Where will I be in six months, a year, 10 years?  Will I be successful, will I still be "learning from my failures?"

Lately writing is my safe place.  A place to let it all hang out, to be snarky, and silly, to piss and moan, to express how lucky I am (I haven't forgotten that), a way to reflect.  I guess I'm going to give the book a read and hope it helps.  I am lucky to have people in my life that read what I write and recognize when I need a little help, a kind word, a nudge in the right direction.  Thanks Theresa Cooper for seeing that and sending the book to me.  I will read it with an open mind and shaved legs, because the first step toward success is a shower.  

Monday, August 4, 2014

I'm An Organ Donor Are You? An Endorsement That is a Little Neurotic....

Picture courtesy of Oakwood
I am an organ donor.  It says so on my Mitten Driver's License.  But what if my DL is nowhere to be found, and Babboo and my parents aren't at the hospital at the very moment they need to know I'm an organ donor?! Or what if Babboo is there, but all the times I've told him I was an organ donor and he nodded, or just said uh huh, he wasn't really listening, just doing the, "I'm a man, I'm hearing you, but I'm not listening to you," response?!

Maybe I should get a tattoo that says, "Organ Donor," but then do I need to list the pre-approved organs?  What if the tattoo is on my butt, and the shark that bites me square in the ass (and leads to my ultimate demise)  takes out the hunk of my butt where the tattoo was, or part of the tattoo is cut off while I'm juggling chainsaws (which leads to my ultimate demise) and the tattoo just says, "Organ Don," and they think I'm some sort of porn star groupie.

Maybe I can invent a chip that gets implanted in the body that the hospital can scan and it alerts them that a person is an organ donor.  But then, the government will probably invent some sort of technology to use satellites and track people's movements, like a human LoJack.  My comings and goings would probably be ignored after a couple of weeks.  The guys in the booth, would be like, "hey Jim, she's at Dairy Queen again.  You want to bet on the Blizzard flavor she gets this time?"  Because you know damn well those satellites can zoom in that close!

Maybe my dream of becoming a professional blogger will come true and my millions of followers will be notified that I was in a serious Segway accident (and leads to my ultimate demise) via social media, and they will notify the hospital that I am an organ donor. Or one of the doctors or nurses will recognize me (because even though the Segway accident proves fatal, my face is unscathed in the accident) and know to take my organs.

Maybe I'll live to be 100 and at that point someone will have figured out how to grow organs in the lab and there won't be a reason to harvest my shriveled organs. I really hope that happens, at least the growing of organs part.

Be An Organ Donor and Save the Lives of Others :)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

This Is Not the Pythagorean Theorem

“ Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please. ”
— Pythagoras

We live in a society where people have learned they can be ass holes and get away with it.  Unfortunately, they usually get what they want because no one else calls them out on it.  Maybe we've just grown accustom to it, or we think it's not our business to step in when someone is being rude or obnoxious to someone else, or maybe we are in a position that we can't call them out, "The customer is always right."  

I worked in retail for 16+ years, and I had to take it everyday.  There wasn't one day that went by that someone wasn't a douche bag to some extent.  Imagine being at work for 8 hours a day, for 3675 days, and having at least one person treat you like shit, like you are beneath them.  It makes you really dislike people in general, because as they say one bad apple can ruin the whole bunch.  

I did have my favorite customers, who I loved.  I knew them by name, could tell you what they bought, what their houses looked like, their kids names, where they last went on vacation.  Some I went to lunch with, consoled when they told me of a loss of a loved one or a divorce they were going through. They were the light in my day.   They were few and far between.  The good ones.

So, is it any wonder, after almost 4000 days of working, and dealing with nasty people that I am cynical and dislike people? Even on my days off, if I left the house, there was always that one person, who would send my blood pressure through the roof.  I guess it's because I'm accommodating, and aware of how I treat others.  When someone else isn't, it really pisses me off.  How dare they act like an ass hole and still "get ahead" in the world.  Why isn't Karma instant?

Then I am easily annoyed by the people that so frequently, ring their own bell.  The ones that say, "hey, everyone, look at me.  I'm the shit."  I don't know why it bugs me so much.  Maybe it's just jealousy.  There's a LOT of these people where I live.  The hipster douche bags, the people with new money, the people with old money, the vain, plastic-filled, self absorbed people with zero substance.  I try my hardest to just avoid these people at all costs, but like I said they're around every corner here.  To add insult to injury we have a monthly magazine that comes out in the small village I live in that contains a "Meet Your Neighbor" article.  Yet another way for someone to say look at me and my fabulous life.  

A newly discovered blogger, Michelle, wrote in a recent post, "I am deciding to keep finding happiness and beauty and humor where I can. I don’t think this is a bad idea for all of us. I’m not suggesting we stand on our roofs while playing our fiddles, but we might as well be as happy as we can be while we are here."  I don't understand why this is so difficult for me to embrace and hold on to.

“We ought so to behave to one another as to avoid making enemies of our friends, and at the same time to make friends of our enemies.”
― Pythagoras

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Random Shit on a Saturday

I'm a sucker for novelty crap
This is not a bacon lighter, it is a dispenser for bacon flavored toothpicks.  Someone bought it for Babboo.  I opened it up a few days ago because we had corn on the cob.  The bacon "flavor" was minimal and tasted totally artificial, but I enjoy the dispenser.

The bad thing about being unemployed, I watch the Food Network and look for recipes on Pinterest a LOT.  Fortunately, I'm too lazy to leave the house for any ingredients to actually make the stuff.

How is it the dogs know when I have a killer headache and they are extra barky then?

I like tea, hot tea and iced tea, both sweet, but I will drink it sans sugar if I have to.

Lately all I've been is exhausted, unmotivated, and forgetful.  Carol says she feels the same way.  Something in the water?

I forgot what this one was going to be.

Some bloggers' posts get hundreds of comments, they must be the popular kids.  I want to be a popular kid.

I find random photos on my phone I was going to blog about, forgot about, and then found and I'm not sure what the post(s) was going to be about.

I just love it when someone claims something that was clearly not "theirs," be it something tangible, or an idea.  Last I checked, it wasn't yours, and even if it was too fucking bad.

I think people that call themselves trophy wives and are serious are smug cunts that lack substance.  It's almost like people who brag about a school they went to, but are as dumb as a fucking box of rocks, or a guy that brags abut his weiner size only to fall short when he "uses" it.

A friend brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for her kids on the boat a couple of weeks ago.  Babboo and I are now obsessed with them.

Friday, August 1, 2014

This Is Why I Don't Camp

Photo Courtesy of Mountain Monsters
Last week there was a Mountain Monsters marathon on all day and it was just playing in the background while I'd been doing things in the kitchen and during my nap.  I never realized there were so many creatures in West Virginia before, and so many I've never heard of.  The Devil Dog, Grassman, Wampus Beast, Lizard Demon, Sheepsquatch, and the Death Cat are a few of the 19 different "monsters" they have searched for in the episodes that have aired.

I have also added to my repertoire of sayings and slang to use.
     "I don't run worth a nickel, but I would if I saw this."
     "get some"
     "get 'er done"
     "booger rag"
     "not so much anymores"
     "neph u" or nephew for you and me
     "holla" short for "hollar," which is a valley

I also am surprised at the number of "witnesses" they find for each of these monsters.  In my opinion they are super credible too from the bits and pieces of the show I saw last week.
The season finale was that night and they were going after the Grassman ("big foot's bigger cousin, and king kong's smaller cousin") again for "revengeance."  For the sake of this blog entry, I am going to watch it right now, so I can put this one to bed, as they say......and it's a two part finale....hold please.

Guess what?  They found him, but couldn't capture him or get him on camera.  I can't wait until next season!
My only suggestion to the show, subtitles.