from bad to worse...

Sorry for the delay in any worthwhile posting as of late. I have been fighting illness for about 3 weeks now. It's been exhausting working and trying to do things around the house. Hopefully before the weekend is out I will grace this site with my presence again in lengthier terms. Until then...

So how was everyone's Christmas this year? I hope you all got what you wanted and also least expected!

opening it up...

Alright, I'm getting picked on by my co-workers at the moment. Me thinks the can of whoop-ass must be opened.

wishing you and yours...

From the land of cha, have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year :)



Yes, I said Christmas not holiday! That's right folks..did you think I'd be politically crapped? Nope, not this blogger. I love Christmas and by God if I want to wish every person I meet a Merry Fucking Christmas I will. So there.

So, um, eat some turkey for me will ya? I will be working until Saturday night. Such is life, no?

again with the props...

I just came across this woman's blog tonight. She has entered one post and I put the first comment on. Don't let me be the last, she can use the support.

a blog reviewed, almost...

Ok, so the wizard behind the ring, Teh Blogfather, has just dubbed me 'Cha "Tha Sarcasminator" Entertainmanator', and folks that's pretty fucking hard to say! We are awaiting his full review of the site here, I hope it is to his liking. That being said, if you don't hear from me for a few days (you know, like tomorrow?) start a search party cause my cold, dead body will probably be under some bridge in Texas or something.

ooohhh the hatred that is this job...

I'm going on 8 hours of listening to people (drivers) bitch about how much they (drivers) hate our company. We don't care about them (drivers), we never listen to them (again, drivers), we never give them (drivers, duh) enough miles to feed their (you get the picture, drivers) families, and, and, and.. oh fuck it! Shut the hell up!

People if you hate us this much and you cannot make any money here then um, maybe quitting would be the thing for you to do? Hmmm? Just a thought. I don't know, seems like a plausible solution to me.

Thoughts?

and so it begins...

First snow of the season here at home, it's all downhill from here :)

zip tie Nazis...

So my little dog can dig. No. She can really dig. That fucker can put the auger on an oil platform to some serious shame. I had to walk to the back of my yard a few days ago to retrieve a cat that had inadvertently snuck out and nearly broke my neck stepping into a hole deeper than some trenches in the Atlantic. The only thing saving me from going down was that huge-ass Mongolian with the big hat I stepped on. Man was he pissed.
Anyway...
So the wife and I spent the better part of an evening closing up the gaps in the chain-link fence that surrounds our new yard. Our supplies of choice? Zip-ties and chicken wire, some plastic stakes and a rubber mallet. Oh yeah buddy! Ain't gonna be no digging now. Those gates are so zip-tied closed that I couldn't open them with an act of Congress (not that congress could get much of an act together right now anyway). But I digress. This is hopefully going to be a temporary fix until spring when we can lay some paving stones to keep the dogs from digging under the gate. Time will tell.

I don't usually go into a lot of detail about my life on here but I wanted to put down a few things I have been going through over the last couple of months. It's pretty common knowledge that I was party to the collapse of western society and all rational thought a while back. OK, nearly 8 months ago but who's counting. In that time I have also been working basically 2 full-time jobs and trying to keep up with my responsibilities at home. Weeeeelllllllll, I became what one could describe as a, oh, I don't know, raving lunatic with simultaneous thoughts of violent homicide and severe cravings for bacon. Yum, bacon. And chocolate. Wow look, new knife set! It came to the point that I basically gave up giving any kind of a shit about anything. Not good in the general sense of things. I have only had problems with depression one other time in my life and that was years ago while I was still in high school. That changed recently. I would be angry one minute, depressed the next and wanting to sleep the next. I lost perspective on where my life was heading and how the hell I was going to get there. I didn't care and just knew that there was no end in sight to all the chaos that I found myself caught up in. Not to sound like a PSA but... Today I took a first step into hopefully being able to deal with this. I talked to my doctor and he prescribed this wonderment of creation. Ok, so that's exactly like a PSA but I'm writing this shit. So there. This being day one, I have yet to experience any weird side effects like shaky hands or headache. Maybe I will just get the good ones: Weight loss and jungle-monkey-horniness!
One can always hope :)

i hear it's your birthday...

So yeah, today is my 27th. Guess where I am? Work. Fuck. But I do have plans for later with friends and wifey, so yay! I promise to spill any and all craziness that may occur for my dedicated followers :)

And now, the moment you have all been waiting for: Picture Day!

-feel free to comment your thoughts, they would be much appreciated.


this is a shot near one of the oldest cemetaries in my hometown...


now a close-up of the fence :)


found this next to the watertower, cool...



old tombstones, how the dead shall speak...


love how the moss is climbing up the sides...


the light was amazing this day...


fall color changing...


he couldn't see me...


cloudy day darkening leaves...


this little guy is the future Hollywood Heartthrob, already acts like a superstar...


so young...

ode to a turkey...

There once was a bird named Billy, who lived on a farm near Philly.
He strolled through the yard, clearly thinking hard, on the correlation
of the moon and the stars.
Now Billy was a great scholar, for you see he was schooled from a toddler,
in the ways of the world afar.
He gave sermons on Socrates, helped the cows with their fleas, and at night took walks with his girl Barb.
It came one day in fall, as our friend Billy lay quietly in his stall, that he heard on the road many a car. He asked the cat, do you hear that? Cheekily, the cat laughed quite hard.
As Billy sat thinking, that cat's such a retard, the farmer came in with a grin.
Billy thought his was a reign without end. But the famer had been scheming for he took Billy screaming and cooked poor Billy up in the oven.

recommended reading...

1: Density of Souls, Christopher Rice
- Beautifully written, engrossing and thoroughly enjoyable read.

2: Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper Case Closed, Patricia Cornwell
-Riveting.

3: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, J.K. Rowling
- Obviously.

neglecting of the blog...

And I sincerely apologize. I know how many of you rely on my witty repetoire and snarky socio-political opinions to get through your otherwise mundane existence :)

I have been extremely busy and quite overwhelmed with life and stuff. I am glad to say that finally the gods have smiled upon me because our floor project at the new (old) house has been completed and not by my wife or I. I must praise the wonderful people that did such a stellar job on it, the staircase railing, and our shiny new kitchen sink. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You! Let the moving commence (and the throwing out of unwanteds, cleaning old house, painting old house, filling in the holes to China my cute little demon dug)! I'm tempted to change my name and run away to some foreign country, this process seems never-ending sometimes.

I will, I promise, be posting pictures on this blog soon. Not only will you be in awe of my prose, but my art as well. Isn't that swell? If it's not, oh fucking well. Maybe I will make something to sell? Funny that, I'm working on a Dell!

Ok, gotta stop now. My head hurts.

the return of the useless quiz...

You Are a Mai Tai

You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside. You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think. You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.

How Do You Live Your Life?

You Are Somewhat Machiavellian

You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead... But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself. You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place. You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!

How Machiavellian Are You?

dude, let there be light and stuff...

My wife is awesome. She installed 2 new front porch lights by her lonesome last night while I was at work and they are smashingly bright! It looks less like an abandoned crime scene and more like a warm home now.

Thanks babe :)

disillusionment running amok...

Where did we go wrong? Where did the lines between our past and our present become severed? Where is Waldo?

I used to believe that this country represented everything that was just and fair about the world; that we were a country who fought for equal rights for it's citizens; that we could be counted on to accept individuality and personal opinion. Boy was I wrong. That may be what we started out as some 200 years ago but we have devolved into a modern-day version of the twisted, religious-zealot promoting police state our ancestors fled from. In the last few years, I have seen more and more evidence that we are heading blindly down a road to our own damnation, not to Hell, but to internal implosion. Maybe that would be Hell, I don't know. Maybe it would be better than our current situation, where corporate whores have plundered our bank accounts in the name of free enterprise, power-hungry assholes have led us into a fight we cannot win, and equality is something only those that have God behind them can dole out to the poor masses. I remember being taught in school that our founding families left Europe to escape religious persecution and oppressive rule by a small-minded minority. They came here in search of a better way of doing things, of making decisions based on common sense and not what their God told them to do. (Do not read that wrong, I am a Christian but I don't shove it down people's throats, everyone has a right to their own personal beliefs and dis-beliefs. I do not profess that what I believe is the way and only way. I could be wrong. So could you.) In an age where we profess modernity there are still many who cannot or will not admit that "All men are created equal" and should have the right to pursue their own happiness however they see fit. One caveat on that, their own happiness as long as it DOES NOT harm another individual. And I am sorry you shall never convince me that a man or woman who wants to marry someone of the same sex and take on that responsibility is harming you. Bullshit.

I am beginning to wonder if maybe those of us left with a brain should get together and leave in search of our own refuge from oppression?

it may become habit forming...

"Let's keep it simple. First they stole an election. Then—everything else that's not nailed down."- Lee Greenburg, writing to www.tompaine.com.

double double toil and trouble...

Something wicked this way comes indeed:

Syria: The Next Iraq

the long of the short, cha-chita wearing turquoise sequins...

Whew, it's been a little while since I posted last. Sorry about that guys. I know you have all been just dying to read something profound here. (Yeah right!) Why don't we just go straight to something completely inappropriate? Thought so.

There seems to be a certain part of the population in which I am deemed, um, quite appealing. Namely the gay part of the population. Who the hell knows why. I'm not that cute. Wait, couldn't be the fact I listen to 80's and early 90's fem-pop and own shitloads of shoes could it? Hmmm....
But I digress. I probably brought this upon myself and now karma is cashing in her chips on my ass. You see, a few years ago my (so-called) best friend, she ratted me out later the fink, happened to notice another one of our friends whom we worked with was taking an interest in me. Not a female friend mind you. Said not-female-friend asked so-called-best-friend if I might be well, you know. So-called-best-friend had to tell me of course. And of course I had to be a jerk and plot, plot, plot. Not maliciously, but to have some fun. It was around this time that I had recently lost about 30 pounds and was looking pretty fit if I do say so myself :) I know, I know, I suck. You have already figured out where this is going. I started wearing tighter shirts and really nice pants. I was hot. Yes, I made it a point to casually stroll around in the same area where so-called-best-friend and not-female friend sat. It worked. He so wanted me. Not-female friend had no idea until (and this is where I question best-friends loyalty to my schemes) so-called-best-friend spilled the beans and blew it for me (and I thought I was so sneaky). Oh well. Like I said it was all in fun and Not-female friend knew it was. He is totally cool like that and still thinks it funny to this day. I however have never lived it down :{

Now, fast-forward to Wednesday night of this week. Living large with Chili's and their very tasty ribs. This is where karma kicks in and makes me shiny and sparkly to waiter-boy. Was he ever helpful and very friendly. hehe...I'm oblivious of course to what is going on until it's time for the check.

"So will this be separate checks or...?"

Wife and I look at each other and "No."

"Oh. OK. It's good to ask, cuz you never know. I always do. (nervous laughter) I hate paying for my friends even."

It hits us at the same time. Wife says, "he thinks your cuuuuuute!"

So I left a him a big tip. (Get your minds out of the gutter!)

Karma and gay boys. Go figure.

Sidenote: He was most definitely checking out my ass as we left.

nap anyone?...

So work is um, how shall I put this kindly? Fucking Boring. So boring i may just strip naked and run around the office screaming obscenities just to get a laugh :)

Ok, maybe not totally naked but don't be surprised if I'm pants-less soon.

hehehe

Eh, maybe I will just go sleep in my car for an hour. Without my pants.

random bits recorded on my phone while wandering around Wal-mart recently...

1. Chains, remember to think about chains.

2. Entrails hanging from the chandeliers.

3. Fake bones of some kind. Remember to think about fake bones.



Hmm... I would be concerned I think.

a propensity for panic...

So, it's now going into the seventh month of dual home-ownership for my wife and I. As I previously mentioned we have had several projects that have taken considerable time to accomplish. I think we are getting close finally to wrapping those most headache inducing of them up. The FLOOR. The GARAGE (aka: kitty hotel). When I married the wife I also inherited a zoo. Albeit a small one, a zoo none-the-less. We couldn't just move from one house into the other due to this little predicament. The new(52 years old new) house had wall-to-wall allergen exacerbator installed and oh hell did that have to go. We also did not want the lovely little boogers' essential toiletries inside the house as it currently is, along with their foodstuff and leisure activities. That just makes for a fucking mess. Ick. So we set out to convert the original one car garage that won't fit a car anymore into kitty heaven! That is almost accomplished now. Thank you God! Just one thing to do on the construction side of it- cut a hole in the wall for to push their fat asses thru :) Pandoura, Mr. B, Harvey (he who is the fattest of them all), you, guys, this is all going to be for you. Because we love you. And we hate to smell you.

That will complete our GARAGE portion of today's programming. Next up- The FLOOR.

Holy Crap in a hand-basket! Old houses are great because they will usually have a history as well. It gives them character and life in a totally inanimate way. Cuz, you know, dead wood and glass are just dead wood and glass. It's not like it breathes or farts in it's sleep. It might eat socks. I don't know.. anyway. Old houses are great like I said, but they do one thing pretty much the same way a person does, THEY SAG! They sag so that when I want to put down laminate flooring, which is kinda straight it won't stay down because the saggy old floor is well saggy and kinda not all the way straight. You get the idea. Another project and another trip to the hardware store to buy floor straightening stuff. Home remodeling seems to never end. TLC and before it AETN and Bob Vila heralded this era of DYI. They can all so kiss my ass. I have yet to complete anything in the span of 30 minutes. Where the hell is my time-lapse video?

hmm, they work now.. go figure

cool.

well shit...

Cannot get the links in my previous post to work. Don't know WTF is going on.

Damn! They were good too.

supercalifragikickyourass...

Two things.
1: It's turned fucking frigid here!
2: Do all public schools suck as much as my town's?

Ok, I wanted some cooler weather but this is crazy! It was 90 F last week and yesterday? Yesterday, as I was leaving work my balls booked a flight to Hawaii. I told them I couldn't go. They didn't care. Bastards, both of them.

Is it really so much to expect that my child receive a quality education without fear of being picked on by teachers and students alike? Apparantly so. Who knew? Last year, kindergarten, he did pretty well. There were a few days where he had some issues with attention and following direction. Nothing major. Ended the year with good marks. Now, oh yes, now. 1st grade has come along and let me tell you. My kid is the antichrist. He has been sent home with comments regarding talking, playing around in the halls, and sticking his little paws in other people's food. That's just in the last week and a half. Hmm.. something doth strike me peculiar. When did he become the Son of Satan? I mean really did I miss a memo? Granted I have wanted to hurl him to the nether regions on more than one occasion but I am feeling this is excessive. Today I picked him up from the line as usual, look in his folder and lo and behold! Another mark! NO! Wait! There are two marks this day. His little smiley face now has the X of death on it!! My little demon was involved in TWO crimes it seems. Today's infraction was The Hitting in the Hallway. My son's class was headed to the art room and some punk in line decides it's a good idea to hit my kid. Now, here is the part that I will not normally condone: son hits him back... not hard mind you but hitting none the less. Yep, you guessed it, graffitiness of the smiley face. Well. I had had enough of this. Off to the see the principal. So, Son relates the story of what happened and there it is. He drops the name. A name I shall not repeat but just look at this lovely little number by DODGE. Asshole, who thinks it's funny to mess with my kid. Let me tell you what you little turd, I will hunt you down and power ranger your ass buddy! seems to have a propensity for harrassing other kids. You see yesterday the son came home with a mark on his smiley face because he was struggling with see above who was trying to take from my kid the library book he had so rightfully picked out not moments before. Instead of taking care of the problem, ie: asshole, by keeping him away from my son and not letting him instigate something they just reprimand the both of them. I really hate that. It was not fair when I was in school and guess what! Still isn't. I know it is not major issues right now, but as this kid gets older, he is more than likely going to become a bully. If his parents can't or won't control him? My kid knows Tai Kwon Do dirtbag.

and the day was long...

I'm tired, it's 03:57 and I leave work in a few hours. Thank goodness. I promise to post this evening with something witty and socially applicable. Promise. Really.

i am becoming god-like...

I rock! Not only can i write, I can code. Check out that email link directly to the right. Watch out internet! Here I come!

Oh yeah, directly to the right and slightly straight down about 2 inches. That's it.

giving some props...

Here are a few of the blogs I have been reading. Peruse at your leisure :)

1:

livin' it up in SF

2:

say what?

3:

cool chick in merry ole' England

she said i wouldn't do it...

Oh the glory that is Toilet-In-A-Box !

I believe! I believe! I believe, in the power of all things convenient! A few weeks ago I discovered something so perfectly perfect and long desired by many, I don't know what to do with myself! (GIDDILY SMILING ABOUT THIS)
So here we are in the middle of this huge re-conditioning if you will ( it's not really a remodel but you know). So anyway, big-box store A and big-box store B have become our second homes away from home and devourer of all things monetary. Each time we go there it's an exercise in pursuit of making the "final" purchase. You know the one. The "It is finally fucking over" purchase. Sadly, we are not to that point yet and I fear that it is going to forever elude me. That fucker just keeps moving on ahead and I'm left chasing its ass like I just dropped my phone in the bowl and am diving for it hoping to God it doesn't go down with the turds whose fate is to be broken in half going around the corner in the trap. Poor defenseless turds.
This week we will attempt to install our laminate flooring in the living room. I am hoping to accomplish this without too much hassle. By the way, the living room colors look mucho bueno! I will post pics soon.
The next project after we move in, which is the reason for this post, is the downstairs guest bath. Picture dried-egg-yellow sink and toilet from the Cleaver residence with dusty-dried-egg tiles and that would be about right. Yuck. So the wife ripped that shit off the walls whilst sitting on the loo. She was bored. What can I say? I need convenience, it sustains me. Thank you God for Toilet-In-A-Box!

I've told all my friends and some family about this wonderful addition to the home improvement supply arsenal. Now I have told you, internet.

P.S. Don't forget to check out Sink-In-A-Box!

oh look, another personality quiz...

It's kinda fun.. give it a try if you want :)

cha took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Seeks affectionate, satisfying and harmonious rela..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

god i am so gay...

Remember that post about the 80's and my love of all things Pat Benatar? 'Nuff said.


...Come to think of it, I probably shouldn't brag about the number of shoes I own either.

You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish

Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine. You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you. A bit of an emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down. But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

they're still gross...

squish.

eeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!

"Oh my god! There are grubs all over the porch!!!"

"What?"

"There are grubs!! Ewww Oh god, kill'em! They're disgusting!"

"hehe"

"EEEWWWW!!!!!! (screeched while jumping up and down, fists in the air) Go kill them!!"

squish. squish, squish, squish. POP!

musical tasticity...

I am a child of the 80's!
There I said it. I can't take it back and there is no changing it. So let's face the music as it were and move on, shall we? I grew up surrounded by music of all sorts: Creedence, REO, Fleetwood Mac, George Strait, Reba, Poison, Heart, and all manner of flavors in between. My grandparents and my father had their own band and for years summers were spent at cookouts, riversides, and fish- fries; hearing good renditions of bad music and bad renditions of good music. I still listen to most of the same stuff and have added over the years a great deal of good music (to me, not so good to some of the people that know me : read the wife). I recently rediscovered Pat Benatar was to my liking. I hadn't listened to anything from her in years. Though I was quite stoked to have it playing, there came a threat of death and dismemberment should the in her words (or something close), "whining, howling shit touch my ears." Wow. Double wow. Hate Pat Benatar? Is there such a thing? I dislike certain music as much as anyone, but to hate it so much I would hurt someone dear to me is harsh. Right? That's just mean.
--Editor's note: I found out how serious she was, I left it on one day in my car and when she got in, before I could even sit down she had ejected it, rolled down the window and was proceeding to fling it into the great blue yonder. Again, WOW.
The wife has a preference for more dark and angry music on one hand and the other? Silliest shit she can get her hands on. Christmas Kittens and Trout Fishing in America, among others. I like 80's big-hair and she craves cat carols. Match made in heaven. Hee hee!
I will listen to anything she wants me to, almost always. She however has strict guidelines on what of mine she will listen to. Example? Mother's Day Present this year: I took my mom to Kansas City to see Reba McEntire (who looked unbelievable, damn! She's 50!), Brad Paisley (motherfucker can play), and Terri Clark (as honky tonk as they come) and she Would. Not. Go. Absolutely refused to have any part of it! She thought I had gone over the edge because I was so excited. I've been waiting years for the opportunity to see Reba live and the wife avoided it like it was the plague. The concert was everything and more and my mom and I had a really good time together. The wife called after the show and asked about it. I related in various orgasmic phrases the magnitude of just how un-fucking-believable it was... she still thinks I'm weird.

Hate Pat Benatar and all things country music? To each his/her own, but that's just Un-American.
...even if she is cute in the mornings when she crawls in my lap and tries to squish me :)

grumpy is as grumpy does...

I'm feeling kinda irritable today. It's busy at work and we are all stressed trying to move goods into and around the hurricane affected areas. I hope everyone remains safe during this ordeal. It has been a rough month for all in this country. I don't know of anyone who has not been touched by this mess in some way. My prayers are with all of you.

sprinklings of purpleation...

A few months ago, the wife and I lost our fucking minds and bought a bigger house. Our current situation was becoming unbearable due to the size of the house and the size of our household coming to terms with their incompatibility. So in an effort to ease the tensions between the two, we found, fell in love with, and sold our souls to a beautiful 1950's 2-story on 2 tree-filled acres. Freaking awesome! Freakin' awesome is right, awesome in the scope of renovating we found ourselves going to be involved in. New paint, new genuine manufactured, processed, cured, blessed by the pope laminate hardwood flooring, some more new paint, and we are still not finished yet. Did I mention the 50 year-old windows that need to be replaced but are going to have to wait until we sell our current house? Oh, don't forget with that 50 year old window we have 50 year old outlets. Joy To The World and all that is good and grand and what-the-hell-ever-else! There are days I believe that somewhere along the line, I stepped off the road and right into a pile of crap.

However, those days are few and far between. I know deep down that this was the right decision for my wife and I to make. We were suffocating in our old house, it was too small and there was no way of making it better easily. Eventually all our work is going to pay off. We are getting closer to finishing the house and being able to move in. Granted the work will continue for awhile after we move in but we will be MOVED!

so i got a new phone...

still grabbing the ankles, but now I can take pictures!

all hope abandon, ye who do not pay attention to thine cell phone plan...

It's such a wicked thing, that little box attached to our beltloops. It keeps us tied into everyone's business and everyone tied into ours and we love it. Don't we? We love to hate it and to talk about it and compare it to our friends' and we can't do a goddamn thing without it. Can we?

"Hey, give me your cell phone, I'll chat at ya."
"I don't have one."
"What? Your kidding right?"
"No. And fuck you for judging."

People get mad if we use them; we are rude and socially unconscious. And yet, they turn around and are mad because they cannot reach us whenever it's convenient for them.

As if the phone wasn't bad enough, we have the bill to contend with each and every month. A 400 page waste of a tree telling us how many minutes and half-minutes and 1/3 minutes we used in the last 30 days. It gives us a detailed reminder of just how many people we know and how often we keep in touch with them. "Good lord, when did I call them?" And God forbid you ever go over your plan minutes! The Phone Militia will break down your door, kidnap your pets, sell your children and call you names just for having used 351 minutes and your plan only has 350 minutes included. Oh, the horror! That will be $300 for that minute. Joy and have a nice day!

Really there is a lesson to be learned from all of this. When you get the opportunity to upgrade that plan to include mobile to mobile minutes which you never really had all along, do it. Because when your spouse, whom you love entirely more than anyone should really be able, becomes unemployed and you have so much more free time during the DAYTIME portion of your plan you might as well bend over and grab the ankles. This is gonna hurt. :( :( :(

choking on bullsh*t...

I have a problem. It's not a big problem per se. In fact, I would consider it a positive quality but others would probably see differently. You see, I have a tendency to shoot off my mouth with highly astute observations without any form of solicitation by others whatsoever. This is usually not a problem. It gives people a fresh perspective on the topic and a good laugh to boot. But sometimes it backfires and I pay. Do I ever pay. Let's look at an example shall we?
NPR. I love NPR. I find the news to be highly informative and more often than not quite entertaining. On Monday afternoon, during All Things Considered, our Crackhead in Power was doing his best to imitate Mr. Magoo and doing a fine job of it I might add. Speaking at a press conference he responded to a reporter's question about whether he had been misinformed when he stated that no one had anticipated the levee breaking in NO:
"No, what I was referring to is this. When that storm came by, a lot of people said we dodged a bullet. When that storm came through at first, people said, whew. There was a sense of relaxation, and that's what I was referring to. And I, myself, thought we had dodged a bullet. You know why? Because I was listening to people, probably over the airways, say, the bullet has been dodged. And that was what I was referring to. "

In my fervor and need to voice my opinion with as much gusto as possible, I did it. I formed the word in my wee little brain and began moving it into my vocal chords at unprecedented speed. But, thankfully, common sense reared its ugly head and shutdown so completely my trachea that my word, a word so appropriate to the way I felt, was diverted down my esophagus in a devastating retreat. This caused such spasms of rejection in my diaphragm that: Yes folks, I choked on bullshit.

Children, especially 6-year olds who love nothing more than to mime their dad, really have no idea the sacrifices their parents make for them.

and the winner is...

I don't know how many more stupid people I can talk to this morning. Seriously, you drive a damn truck for a living and you have no idea how to get from point A to point B?
Case in point:

piss-ant "I need to know where to get on I-#1 from I-#2."

cha "Ok, do you have your atlas in front of you?"

piss-ant "What?"

cha "I said get out your atlas. Where are you right now?"

piss-ant "I'm in some northern state going to some other northern state (cha- Like I really care right now. I've been here since before Christ walked. I'm tired.)"

cha "Ok, well I-#1 actually intersects I-#2 here."

piss-ant "Oh, yeah I saw that but I wasn't sure that was it."

cha "Um, ok. Have a good day!"

just kill me.

My very first post! My own! Can you believe it?...

Ok, now that the stupid part of this post is over, let's get down to business :)

Let me start with a little background:
I am in my late 20's, married, one child.
I live in Arkansas. Yes, we wear shoes, most days, especially on Sunday.
No, I have no family members who were related before they were married. It' true!
And I work, well, I guess it could be described as Hell. Yeah. That's close enough. I'm an employee in a transportation company based somewhere near Purgatory. Joy! Obviously I will never reveal which company cuz um, being employed and all is better than not. Oh the glory that is anonymity!
Ok, I'm rambling, getting back on track...

I basically just want a place to voice my thoughts and opinions and to hear from the rest of the world. I know, thats what my friends and family are for. And? Strangers are so much more interesting!