Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Are You Kidding Me?!
I just put my baby to bed and just really really realized that the next time I see her (awake anyway) she will be 7 years old! Seven! Goodness, wasn't I just changing diapers and pushing her in a stroller and fighting with the damn car seat and wishing she had more hair (she had none until just after she turned three, then it was kind of like how old guys who are bald on top grow the back out to over compensate) yesterday? I just can't believe it. In fact, I refuse to believe it. That's right. I refuse. Although I doubt she'll go along with it. She has already asked me when she'll be old enough to stay home alone. More than once. Why on earth would a 7ish year old even want to stay home alone? Planning a big party with all her alcoholic friends, is she? At least she isn't mentioning boys... yet. Anyway, so yeah, I'm a little bit shocked about this whole growing up thing. Why didn't anyone tell me that was going to happen?! ;)
And this is completely unrelated but I have to mention it because it's been on my mind constantly since the last time I saw the commercial. Am I the only one who is so freaking pissed that a certain insurance company is using the hurricane(s) to sell their product? If you've been watching tv, you might have seen the commercial where they show some of the destruction that has been done then proceed to tell you how helpful and wonderful they were to their customers and basically, if you switch to them, you'll live happily ever after. It's bullshit. I understand that they have a product to sell, that's their job and everything, but do they really have to use other people's ruined homes and lives to sell a couple more policies?! There's absolutely no other options? They can't come up with some other scenario that would make someone consider buying their shit? Like the people who have nothing left to go back to are just going to say, "They're so wonderful! Lets switch to their company! We have nothing left to insure, but just in case! We'll be so happy! Hooray for this company!". Get real. And while you're at it, get fucking sympathetic and quit worrying about your damn commission. Ok, I'm not being fair. I can't blame the people who just work there because I'm sure they don't go around to all the sales associates and ask for ideas for commercials. I should just be mad at the people who come up with the ideas then make the ideas happen, but (to me, anyway) it makes the whole company look bad. It's hard for me to blame one or two people when these one or two people are representing the hundreds (or thousands) of people who work for them when they say "We". I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting.
But it still pisses me off.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Unfortunately I just walked into the livingroom at the wrong time and caught a glimpse of Bush giving yet another one of his "I'm Single-Handedly Saving The World" speeches and DAMN does he look haggard. I guess the stress of keeping up with his lies is finally catching up with him. You would think he'd look more rejuvenate from all those vacations he likes so much. Hm.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
This is so not fair! There's nothing on aaalllll week long then all of a sudden, here's Wednesday and there's 3 different things on at 8:00pm that I like to watch. America's Next Top Model season premier from 8pm - 10pm. So You Think You Can Dance from 8pm - 9pm (shut up, Artem is yummy). And Ghost Hunters from 8pm - 10pm. Ok, so 8pm - 9pm is last week's episode of GH, so I will be flipping back and forth between Top Model and SYTYCD from 8pm - 9pm, then between Top Model and Ghost Hunters from 9pm - 10pm. Or, I could be smart about it and just record Top Model upstairs and watch Dance and Ghost Hunters downstairs. Wow. I guess there' no reason to even post now, seeing as how I just had that stroke of genius. Ok, nevermind, problem solved. :)
Sunday, September 18, 2005
You Can't See Me But I Am Scowling Maniacally
I can't believe I totally forgot about this until just a few minutes ago. Now I'm all pissed off and need to vent. Lucky you. A little background info: Last week (Friday or Saturday, I believe) I was on the computer and the power went out for a couple seconds then came back on. I didn't really think anything of it because our power company (or the lines or something) sucks. Then on Sunday the power went out and stayed out. But only on the computer, fridge, washing machine, a/c, microwave and the coffee machine. Basically, 3/4 of the kitchen and the area directly below those 3/4 in the basement. Wonderful. So The Boyfriend went downstairs to play around with the breaker box (or fuse box? Don't ask me, I'm a girl and that's a boy job), but according to that, everything was fine. He ended up disconnecting everything then reconnecting. That made things work just great for about 3 minutes and then the kitchen shut down again. It was at this point he called to power company (and I started a pot of coffee in the bathroom). So they came out, poked around at the meter and determine that ... something-or-other needed replaced. So The Boyfriend tells the landlady's daughter who promises to pass along the message. Ok, now we're getting to the part that pissed me off. Ok, so Monday I came home from getting my hair cut and the landlady was waiting for me outside (she must have been hovering by her front window just waiting for me to pull in). She said that she called the power company and they came out and looked at the meter but they wanted to go in our basement so ... (here it comes) she tried to use her key to get in but The Boyfriend did not give her one. Did we change the locks? The landlord must have a key. Did you read that? She tried to use her key to get into my house when I was not home ... Without my permission! Then the next part about The Boyfriend not giving her a key? Wrong. I was right there when he gave her a key and she took the price of the doorknob out of the rent (he replaced the front doorknob at one point because the old one kept jamming up). He said he would get a copy of the key made and give it to her later that evening and instead, she demanded that I give her my key then go get a copy made for me. So my question is, what happened to the key he gave her? She has her [keywords coming up] convicted felon grandson living in her house, the other half of our duplex, and she can't find our house key?! Niiice! Every time I think about it it just pisses me off more! Just because she owns the place, it doesn't mean she can come and go as she pleases, especially since we had someone out at the house the night before and he told us exactly what was wrong (the same thing her power guy concluded) and it had nothing to do with the inside of the house. That would be like leasing a car from a dealership and then them deciding they want to borrow it for the weekend because technically they still own it. (Well, I guess technically "technically", the bank owns it, but still... you get the idea of what I'm going for here, even if it is a little exaggerated.) It's bullshit! I am soooo angry right now. How did I forget about this for almost a week?! Oh, and speaking of one week, that shit still isn't fixed (the first power guy jimmied it to make it work temporarily). Dammit, I am so mad I don't even know how to end this post (I'm considering a long string of profanities). Nah, I'll skip the profanities and just end it with GGRRRRR!!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
What A Shitty Deal!
I just got off the phone with The Boyfriend and I am totally pissed. Not at him, but at his stupid ass employer. Ok, the other day they told the guys that they had to work a double today because there was a night job scheduled for tonight and if they didn't work during the day, "technically" they would miss a day of work. So The Boyfriend figured he would be home around 11:30pm tonight (he leaves at 6:20am). Apparently when this company says "double shift", what they really mean is "24 hours". So this means that he won't be home until around 7:30 tomorrow morning. THEN he has to be back at work at 7:00 tomorrow night for the second night shift and because the days would be messed up because of the night shifts, they'll probably have to work another 24 hour shift into Thursday. That's 48 hours of work in 2 and 1/2 days. It's a paving company! They're dealing with asphalt. I think it's about 400 degrees (I could be way off). Plus, the temperature has been back in the upper 80's the past couple of days. Today's forecast was sunny and 88 degrees. Tomorrow it will be in the 80's with PM thunderstorms. Thankfully it's only supposed to be around 75 degrees on Thursday. Ooooh, I am so pissed at these sadistic construction supervisors! Have these people ever heard of heat exhaustion? Or actually, just plain old exhaustion, period? A little heat stroke with a side order of dehydration maybe? Stupid fuckers. *GLARE* ihatethem!ihatethem!ihatethem!
*For the record, I'm not flopping around on the floor, kicking my legs and pounding my fists (............ yet).
I'm Too Sexy For My Hair
**I wrote this yesterday, but Blogger was being uncooperative**
I must be crazy. When I woke up this morning, my hair was down to the middle of my back. And now? It's not even touching my shoulders. Yeah, I went in for a trim and decided to chop it all off (not very good planning on my part, considering winter is on it's way). Anyway, so I browsed the book in the salon, pointed to a picture and the girl started snipping. After about 2 cuts, I almost started crying but then I mentally bitch slapped myself and told me to quit being such a superficial douchebag. It's just hair. If I totally, completely, utterly hate it, I can always get extensions. Besides, what if I loved it? And after sitting through watching 2 years worth of hair get sheared of my head, well... I love it. I actually almost look my age now. Almost. That was actually the deciding factor. I asked her if cutting it short would make me look older and she said that generally, the shorter it is, the older you look. I guess I'll have to get a buzz cut if I want to get past the whole "I'm actually 25... no, really... I assure you, I am 25, do you wanna see my ID?" look. It's even possible that I could now get into a bar without the bouncer looking at me, then my ID, then back at me, then back at my ID, while trying to determine if it's fake. Not that I really give a crap since I don't drink and the only reason I ever go to bars is to be the DD (...um, that's designated driver, not drunk driver). But I'm excited for my daughter to get home from school and especially The Boyfriend to get home from work (he liked when my hair was short before). Hooray for looking like a grown up!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
This Should Piss You Off
I love the compassion that the Bush family is showing for all the hurricane victims. No really, they're just great. So caring and understanding and ready to lend a hand where ever they can. Oh, and by the way, that was sarcasm.
Oh yes, the people who lost everything they have worked so hard for all their lives are lucky! Read on...
Wait, they're going to get cake?! Those lucky bastards! Those lucky, lucky homeless, miserable, scared, tired, lonely people!
And now, the very best (and only respectable) part of this article...
Finally! Some honesty! It's about damn time. And it only took... what, 9 years for them to realize that The Family That Would Not Leave Washington is full of idiots and assholes. Nice. Of course, while they (Republican lawmakers) were doing that, Mr. President and FEMA chief, Michael Brown, were (OF COURSE) raving about how wonderful a job they were doing to help. Love it! I guess it turns out that denial is the best policy. And all this time I thought it was honesty.
Anyway, like the article says, Like Mother, Like Son.
Cost of the War in Iraq
We hang the petty thieves, but appoint the great
ones to office
Don't steal, the government hates competition.
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