Do you know what tomorrow is?
Yes, Hillary is speaking at the Democratic National Convention.
But there is a reason.....
Tomorrow marks the 88th anniversary of women getting the right to vote.
...just thought i would let you know!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
olympics
Ok , I would just like to say that the chinese gymnasts are total fucking cheaters.......First off, there is NO WAY they are all 16 --i mean, i know gymnasts starve themselves and never go through puberty, but 2 of those girls look like they are down right infantile. According to the TV, they have valid passports...which is retarded becuase the passport is issued by the Chinese government which also incidentally controls all the sports programs as well. What a fantastic way to check age, you dumb olympic people!!!
Second off, i am willing to bet after the American girls won all individual all-around that the gynastics judges were totally kidnapped and tied up and whipped until they promised to give all the apparatus medals to the Chinese...lets face it, China doesnt have the greatest human rights record. How the hell can someone fall on their KNEES and get a bronze medal!?....frankly i think i could have done a better vault (ok, for all of you laughing at that mental picture, fuck you).
I know the above post sounds like i was kidnapped myself by George Bushie and brain washed with his foreing policies (g.w.b. foreign policy= there are no countries other then america)
, but come on people!!! you dont have to be a genious to figure this stuff out.
Anyway, so my sister-in-law left her piece of crap car outside my house...which i didnt mind for 2-3 days becuase she was having a medical emergency....now its starting to piss me off becuase i honestly htink she just doesnt want the car any more and is too lazy to dispose of it correctly.
I actually wanted to blow it up last night and frankly the only thing stopping me was that marco pointed out I would need an excelerant and I would be wasting 10 dollars worth of gas to blow the car up properly...at 4 dollars a gallon, it just wasnt worth it....so it will continue to sit in front of my poor neighbor's house with is windows wide open until I can convince my DH to let me have it towed..................grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Second off, i am willing to bet after the American girls won all individual all-around that the gynastics judges were totally kidnapped and tied up and whipped until they promised to give all the apparatus medals to the Chinese...lets face it, China doesnt have the greatest human rights record. How the hell can someone fall on their KNEES and get a bronze medal!?....frankly i think i could have done a better vault (ok, for all of you laughing at that mental picture, fuck you).
I know the above post sounds like i was kidnapped myself by George Bushie and brain washed with his foreing policies (g.w.b. foreign policy= there are no countries other then america)
, but come on people!!! you dont have to be a genious to figure this stuff out.
Anyway, so my sister-in-law left her piece of crap car outside my house...which i didnt mind for 2-3 days becuase she was having a medical emergency....now its starting to piss me off becuase i honestly htink she just doesnt want the car any more and is too lazy to dispose of it correctly.
I actually wanted to blow it up last night and frankly the only thing stopping me was that marco pointed out I would need an excelerant and I would be wasting 10 dollars worth of gas to blow the car up properly...at 4 dollars a gallon, it just wasnt worth it....so it will continue to sit in front of my poor neighbor's house with is windows wide open until I can convince my DH to let me have it towed..................grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Sunday, August 10, 2008
random ramblings at its best
Ok, so today i think i reached my peek of evilness towards children.
now, ok, I always say I hate children...this is not entirely true....i hate children whose parents have converted them into entire annoying pains in the asses.
Point in case: My miniture golf experience today
I would just like to highlight htis by saying that I am a bit competative when it comes to mini golf. You have to realize that at an early I was playing 36 - 52 holes of mini golf a day while on vacation. My father was sadly very passionate about this sport. We were taught the ins and outs and etiquette of mini golf at a young age.
In addition, my family kept score, even though i was 7 and my brother was 4 (at least in my earliest memories). Yes, of course my father and mother would beat us. However, this made us into better mini golf players and in the long run better people. By time my brother was 8 he was beating us in mini golf. I am sick of hearing these days about how schools and childrens programs dont keep score so everyone is a winner.
Well tough shit kiddos - life is all about keeping score . I feel like this nation is raising a gneration of pussies. Buck up people!
But I digress....
So this leads me to my story. Marco took me mini golfing today, which i enjoy. Well behind us were two children whose parents (grandparents?) paided to have them play golf....and OF COURSE they just let them hit the ball around and fool around and NOT play correctly. Honestly, i dont know what the freakin' point was !
Not only did this annoy me, but these children kept bumping into me and walking on our green while we were playing...and OF COURSE the parents were playing no attention...as a matter of fact the grandmother/mother was text messaging on her phone while her dumb children were annoying me.
So, what i did next, i am not proud of, but felt was neccesary. My glares and somewhat loud sarcastic remarks about how people these days need to teach their children respect were not working. In the animal (non-homosapien) world, a "warning" is usualyl given to tell other animals to "back up". Some animals swich their tails, some puff up their necks.....I decided it was time to give the "thais" warning.
As the one boy was encrouching into my personal space on the putting green, I non-chalantly tucked my club under my arm pit so it stuck out about 2 feet behind me. I then swung my body around, jsut narrowly missing the child's face with my club by about 6 inches. I DID NOT hit him...just mearly gave a "warning" that he was took quick.
And for all you tender hearted people (whose children are going to be eaten alive by society), i have to tell you it worked. Immediatly the father yelled for his son to back up and not stand to close...and i had a wonderful back 9 without a child riding my ass.
So to all you parents and all you people who are thinking of procreating, please please please teach your children manners and keep score....your children will thank you in the long run!
oh, and please teach them to play mini golf apprpriately.
BTW - I also BEAT THE PANTS out of Marco ---46 to 52....hehehhe
now, ok, I always say I hate children...this is not entirely true....i hate children whose parents have converted them into entire annoying pains in the asses.
Point in case: My miniture golf experience today
I would just like to highlight htis by saying that I am a bit competative when it comes to mini golf. You have to realize that at an early I was playing 36 - 52 holes of mini golf a day while on vacation. My father was sadly very passionate about this sport. We were taught the ins and outs and etiquette of mini golf at a young age.
In addition, my family kept score, even though i was 7 and my brother was 4 (at least in my earliest memories). Yes, of course my father and mother would beat us. However, this made us into better mini golf players and in the long run better people. By time my brother was 8 he was beating us in mini golf. I am sick of hearing these days about how schools and childrens programs dont keep score so everyone is a winner.
Well tough shit kiddos - life is all about keeping score . I feel like this nation is raising a gneration of pussies. Buck up people!
But I digress....
So this leads me to my story. Marco took me mini golfing today, which i enjoy. Well behind us were two children whose parents (grandparents?) paided to have them play golf....and OF COURSE they just let them hit the ball around and fool around and NOT play correctly. Honestly, i dont know what the freakin' point was !
Not only did this annoy me, but these children kept bumping into me and walking on our green while we were playing...and OF COURSE the parents were playing no attention...as a matter of fact the grandmother/mother was text messaging on her phone while her dumb children were annoying me.
So, what i did next, i am not proud of, but felt was neccesary. My glares and somewhat loud sarcastic remarks about how people these days need to teach their children respect were not working. In the animal (non-homosapien) world, a "warning" is usualyl given to tell other animals to "back up". Some animals swich their tails, some puff up their necks.....I decided it was time to give the "thais" warning.
As the one boy was encrouching into my personal space on the putting green, I non-chalantly tucked my club under my arm pit so it stuck out about 2 feet behind me. I then swung my body around, jsut narrowly missing the child's face with my club by about 6 inches. I DID NOT hit him...just mearly gave a "warning" that he was took quick.
And for all you tender hearted people (whose children are going to be eaten alive by society), i have to tell you it worked. Immediatly the father yelled for his son to back up and not stand to close...and i had a wonderful back 9 without a child riding my ass.
So to all you parents and all you people who are thinking of procreating, please please please teach your children manners and keep score....your children will thank you in the long run!
oh, and please teach them to play mini golf apprpriately.
BTW - I also BEAT THE PANTS out of Marco ---46 to 52....hehehhe
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Ode toTarget (prounounced : Tar-jay)
I have been unusually cranky this past week because of the mass amount of losers who inhabit my life and make it a living hell.....however, i can not post about it in this blog because honestly the FCC, nj gestapo, or the Bush administration may take it down due to the excessive amounts of blasphemy and crude language....
so i have decided to blog about some thing that makes me happy, without a fail....
that would be the Target store.
My love affair with Target began when it the first one in the area opened in Menlo...due to the fact that menlo isnt around the corner, i did not get here as ofen as i would have liked. However, I did manage to spend 400 dollars there before i went to college.
then they opened in South Plainfield and my obsession began.
My mind can not even wrap around the large amounts of money I have spent at Target. I seriously can not leave that store with out dropping at LEAST 50 dollars. Now, grant it, i do a majority of my grocery shopping (stuff is about 20 percent cheaper there).
However, I notice that when I am at Target I feel the urge to buy stuff that I have never needed before. Case in point: We now own not ONE but TWO electronic weather gauge---do i really need two? did i even need the first one? the answer is "no"; Example #2: The dollar spot: Even though i dont need them , I now own 4 trays of fruit-shaped ice cude molds.....hmmmm....however, Target must have the worlds best marketing people because at the time of purchase both Marco and I felt we could not LIVE without both of these items.
I also would seriously plan out where i would live based on Target. I have told Marco seeral times taht I would remain a South Plainfield townie as long as Target was here.
It is also the only store on the planet where i have my own parking spot....ok, not really...marco and i had earlier claimed the spot.....we actually ge really irritated when other people park there---pathetic isnt it?
Sadly enough, when we are bored we often go "hey, want to go wander around Target?" We are like poor people who dont pay our energy bill----we go there to soak in the air conditioning, people-watch and kill time.
And to top off the magicalness of Target, OUR Target has a Starbucks right in it ---its like Shangri-la .
And I know I am not alone in my love....My best friend and my sister in law share my obsession...and im sure we are not alone...
so i have decided to blog about some thing that makes me happy, without a fail....
that would be the Target store.
My love affair with Target began when it the first one in the area opened in Menlo...due to the fact that menlo isnt around the corner, i did not get here as ofen as i would have liked. However, I did manage to spend 400 dollars there before i went to college.
then they opened in South Plainfield and my obsession began.
My mind can not even wrap around the large amounts of money I have spent at Target. I seriously can not leave that store with out dropping at LEAST 50 dollars. Now, grant it, i do a majority of my grocery shopping (stuff is about 20 percent cheaper there).
However, I notice that when I am at Target I feel the urge to buy stuff that I have never needed before. Case in point: We now own not ONE but TWO electronic weather gauge---do i really need two? did i even need the first one? the answer is "no"; Example #2: The dollar spot: Even though i dont need them , I now own 4 trays of fruit-shaped ice cude molds.....hmmmm....however, Target must have the worlds best marketing people because at the time of purchase both Marco and I felt we could not LIVE without both of these items.
I also would seriously plan out where i would live based on Target. I have told Marco seeral times taht I would remain a South Plainfield townie as long as Target was here.
It is also the only store on the planet where i have my own parking spot....ok, not really...marco and i had earlier claimed the spot.....we actually ge really irritated when other people park there---pathetic isnt it?
Sadly enough, when we are bored we often go "hey, want to go wander around Target?" We are like poor people who dont pay our energy bill----we go there to soak in the air conditioning, people-watch and kill time.
And to top off the magicalness of Target, OUR Target has a Starbucks right in it ---its like Shangri-la .
And I know I am not alone in my love....My best friend and my sister in law share my obsession...and im sure we are not alone...
Sunday, August 3, 2008
sunday night blues
Does any one else get horrible sunday night blues?
I do....and i have them bad now!
I have had them my whole life since i can remember...its that "blah" feeling that you get about 7 oclock on sunday night when you realize that you have to go to work and your weekend is over.
Tonight it is especially bad, because work has really really really sucked latly. I am filled with dread for tomorrow's disaster, whatever it may be ( and lately, it REALLY could be anything). I feel like Im stuck in a rut at work.
Alas, usually monday mornings cure the Sunday night blues, so lets see what happens!
I do....and i have them bad now!
I have had them my whole life since i can remember...its that "blah" feeling that you get about 7 oclock on sunday night when you realize that you have to go to work and your weekend is over.
Tonight it is especially bad, because work has really really really sucked latly. I am filled with dread for tomorrow's disaster, whatever it may be ( and lately, it REALLY could be anything). I feel like Im stuck in a rut at work.
Alas, usually monday mornings cure the Sunday night blues, so lets see what happens!
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