i think the title just sums up how i feel about this hurricane situation.
does it feel like end times or what? starvation, anarchy, devastation...truly the devil's backyard. i'm not going to get religious on any of you here.
everytime i turn on cnn i just feel so HELPLESS. i just want to roll up my sleeves, drive the 294753975 kilometres* to louisiana and help clean up.
and don't get me started on bush. he's an idiot asswipe who comes off as the most uncaring fop out there**.
*exaggerated, slightly
**not exaggerated. at all.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
holy crap
i'm going to college!
all this was decided when i wanted to surf over to the local college's website and found accounting major...guess what? i enrolled.
meanwhile, i'm shitting my pants, literally. am i ready for this?
christ?!??!?!
all this was decided when i wanted to surf over to the local college's website and found accounting major...guess what? i enrolled.
meanwhile, i'm shitting my pants, literally. am i ready for this?
christ?!??!?!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
turn your head and coffee!
christ. what a day. seriously!
last night i got into the tequila. (see yesterday's blog) this morning i woke at 4 to witness some pbs action about cougars. it was interesting enough to hold my attention for the first hour so i stayed up to watch it while czar snored beside me. i ended up sleeping until 1030, despite hud coming in every 1/2 hr to wake me to feed her. she was pretty disturbed by the time i finally put both feet on the ground.
since it was so damned late in the day, i elected to walk the dogs at a later time in the day since it was blasted hot here. i chose to take them out to RC, about a fifteen minute drive from here. but there is a kick ass river park there and i thought the dogs would appreciate a sweet river view.
earlier in the day, i headed out for my bi-monthly trip to superstore. $243 later, i was done. as i was on maple, the damned car's dash flashed up "ABS" which means god only knows what....i shut the car off at a light and restarted it in hopes of seeing the message disappear. it did and i made it up the hill, raw chicken and all, ok. later that evening, feeling guilted into taking dumb and dumber for their walk/swim, i decided to drive out to rc...but got as far as brier park before the damned lights started showing up on the dash. and worse! the cd started skipping! how dare it! so i then pulled over, shut off the car, because in my warped brain that works, and the damned car didn't re-start, but started clicking at me like a fucking cricket.
i had to take dumbanddumber and walk them home from moduline (near goodyear) and it was about an hour of walking through the freakin' desert. i was dying before we even hit the leisure centre. i stopped off at the swamp long enough for the dogs to get their freak on and for hud to piss in the lake and then continued on home to call the tow truck. the damned guy on the other end of the phone told me that he would be an hour, and NO , he would not pick me up at the house to drive me back to the car. i had to take a TAXI to the car...because there was NO WAY IN HELL that i'd walk that way back again. finally got there, waited 1/2hr for the tow truck.
he got there, but oddly enough~ and i love small towns for this~ ch's manager and friends were happening to drive by and STOPPED to help me out!!! how is that for luck? so they waited while the dude filled out paperwork and called me "mrs mellman" and then took me to the pub down the street and helped me get my freak on. how did they know???
god, i love small towns!!
ps., phoned my husband so that he didn't have to hear of my demise via his friends tomorrow and could hear the princess' monotone in the background. i'm sure her head was spinning on its axis when i called and she was pissed...back atcha bitch.
last night i got into the tequila. (see yesterday's blog) this morning i woke at 4 to witness some pbs action about cougars. it was interesting enough to hold my attention for the first hour so i stayed up to watch it while czar snored beside me. i ended up sleeping until 1030, despite hud coming in every 1/2 hr to wake me to feed her. she was pretty disturbed by the time i finally put both feet on the ground.
since it was so damned late in the day, i elected to walk the dogs at a later time in the day since it was blasted hot here. i chose to take them out to RC, about a fifteen minute drive from here. but there is a kick ass river park there and i thought the dogs would appreciate a sweet river view.
earlier in the day, i headed out for my bi-monthly trip to superstore. $243 later, i was done. as i was on maple, the damned car's dash flashed up "ABS" which means god only knows what....i shut the car off at a light and restarted it in hopes of seeing the message disappear. it did and i made it up the hill, raw chicken and all, ok. later that evening, feeling guilted into taking dumb and dumber for their walk/swim, i decided to drive out to rc...but got as far as brier park before the damned lights started showing up on the dash. and worse! the cd started skipping! how dare it! so i then pulled over, shut off the car, because in my warped brain that works, and the damned car didn't re-start, but started clicking at me like a fucking cricket.
i had to take dumbanddumber and walk them home from moduline (near goodyear) and it was about an hour of walking through the freakin' desert. i was dying before we even hit the leisure centre. i stopped off at the swamp long enough for the dogs to get their freak on and for hud to piss in the lake and then continued on home to call the tow truck. the damned guy on the other end of the phone told me that he would be an hour, and NO , he would not pick me up at the house to drive me back to the car. i had to take a TAXI to the car...because there was NO WAY IN HELL that i'd walk that way back again. finally got there, waited 1/2hr for the tow truck.
he got there, but oddly enough~ and i love small towns for this~ ch's manager and friends were happening to drive by and STOPPED to help me out!!! how is that for luck? so they waited while the dude filled out paperwork and called me "mrs mellman" and then took me to the pub down the street and helped me get my freak on. how did they know???
god, i love small towns!!
ps., phoned my husband so that he didn't have to hear of my demise via his friends tomorrow and could hear the princess' monotone in the background. i'm sure her head was spinning on its axis when i called and she was pissed...back atcha bitch.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
annoying commercials
so i'm laying in bed watching tv, as you might have figured. it's what we do when we go to bed: turn on the tv and leave it on all night. my aunt would shit zebras if she found out. she's convinced that the people watch her through her tv. yeah, you read that right: she thinks that the tv is actually how people spy on other people. she tells us that we should really unplug our tv when we aren't using it AND put a blanket over it. and she does that. go to her house, and i guarantee that her tv has a blanket over it.
seriously, who is going to want to spy on people via their tvs? why? do you really want to peer out and see some big bald hairy dude splayed out on the couch eating doritos or hotdogs and spilling mustard down his undershirt? what purpose would that serve? it makes no sense to me. and who is going to watch you? the gov't? the fbi? can you imagine the poor schmuck who has to watch endless hours of morons staring blankly at their tv? and what good is the tv to people "watching" "you" when you're out of the room, or outside? diabolically idiotic.
have you watched a razor commercial lately? now they're promoting that mysterious "fourth" blade. what the fuck is up with that? the razor has had a very tenuous career. it started out likely as a knife, moved to one blade, we suffered through two blades in high school, graduated to three blades sometime in the 90's, and now they're hyping up the fourth blade, claiming it will shave you better. i'm thinking WTF? most seriously. do they really think that fourth blade will scrape over your skin one degree better than the other three? what's next? 5 blades? 6? 10?
and what's with gilette making their razor commercials all about speed? in one, there's a guy in a vehicle of some sort, or at least i assume it's a vehicle, and they say something about pressing a button on the razor (WTF moment) and when they do it, the dude acts like he broke the g-force and is going mach 19 or something. DUDE, it's just a razor. i'm sure that when you put that fucker up to your face, your head won't rock back and give you whiplash. but they imply that you will need a neckbrace once you are done your daily shave and to push that fucking button with *caution*.
then i was watching the ad for the new pontiac montana. yet another minivan disgracing our roads. so they open the commercial with a kid in a red t shirt getting out of what i presume is school. but what drives me mental about it is the way the kid waves. he's got his hand stretched up above his head and holds it there for what seems like an eternity waving like a moron at his parents, ALL WHILE HE IS RUNNING TO THE VAN. what kid not possessed by the devil is going to do this? most little fuckers are too concerned with their friends, are dropping stuff, or are cussing because their mom pulled up front and because she's within 147947 feet of him, she's embarassing him. sorry, i'm not buying the kid being that excited to see his family in that gay van. the kid is in need of an exorcism. i'd believe that is where they are going...taking the kid to the priest, but no possessed kid is going to excitedly say YAY, let's go to the preist and i'm going to be so excited to go that i'm going to gaily wave like a complete moron when you pull up front.
back to the commercial...the second thing that bugs me, or really i should say the third because i hate minivans (so that would be the first), the second is that moronic cracker waving at his parents, so the third is how he just throws the back pack in and it hits his sister's lap just right. now come on, could a commercial inject a bit of reality even just once? first off, how likely is it that the little shit has such great aim? they mean to tell us that this kid could throw a back pack in without crashing into anything? if it was me throwing it, i'd probably throw it and hit the outside of the van and it would come crashing down, splaying all the contents everywhere in the grass and on the road. so then my 'rents would be pissed at me because now we have to wait an extra 3 seconds for me to pick up the bag, or 10 seconds while i get the scattered contents off the road. and then you know that would be the time where a wind gust comes up and my *important* papers blow away. no, not the school notices that say i've been delinquent and skipping class again and would your parents please read that, sign it so the teach knows they read it, and return it to school notice. it would be the one time i actually got a B- on a math test and wanted to pin it to the fridge. that fucker would be blown to siam. and my parents would be cussin and carrying on because not only are they waiting longer than they wanted, they would be making a HUGE deal that they drove there in the first place.
so if we inject more reality into the commercial, the sister actually grabs his bag with either a smile or is expressionless. i can't recall which. but the point is that it's SO unrealistic. would your sister grab your bag you threw into the van without launching into a super sized for .99 hissy fit? no fucking way. you'd have her screaming and whining that you threw it "at" her, that it's not fair, etc...there's no way in HELL that the kid will joyfully catch a bag that someone throws at her, least of all her little brother. the kid probably reeks of piss and stench of little boys and this teenager probably hates him to the core. i figure she must be lobotomized or her parents have got her so medicated that she doesn't care what the little fuck throws at her. and the fact that the bag lands perfectly pisses me off. i'd probably lob it at her and have it bounce off her forehead. i bet in all the takes the commercial shot, the little shit threw that back pack in so many times and hit her on each take...so much so that she got a concussion and she's really just out of it on the final take we have the pleasure [gag me now] of watching.
for the record, i won't be buying the pontiac montana. not now, not ever.
seriously, who is going to want to spy on people via their tvs? why? do you really want to peer out and see some big bald hairy dude splayed out on the couch eating doritos or hotdogs and spilling mustard down his undershirt? what purpose would that serve? it makes no sense to me. and who is going to watch you? the gov't? the fbi? can you imagine the poor schmuck who has to watch endless hours of morons staring blankly at their tv? and what good is the tv to people "watching" "you" when you're out of the room, or outside? diabolically idiotic.
have you watched a razor commercial lately? now they're promoting that mysterious "fourth" blade. what the fuck is up with that? the razor has had a very tenuous career. it started out likely as a knife, moved to one blade, we suffered through two blades in high school, graduated to three blades sometime in the 90's, and now they're hyping up the fourth blade, claiming it will shave you better. i'm thinking WTF? most seriously. do they really think that fourth blade will scrape over your skin one degree better than the other three? what's next? 5 blades? 6? 10?
and what's with gilette making their razor commercials all about speed? in one, there's a guy in a vehicle of some sort, or at least i assume it's a vehicle, and they say something about pressing a button on the razor (WTF moment) and when they do it, the dude acts like he broke the g-force and is going mach 19 or something. DUDE, it's just a razor. i'm sure that when you put that fucker up to your face, your head won't rock back and give you whiplash. but they imply that you will need a neckbrace once you are done your daily shave and to push that fucking button with *caution*.
then i was watching the ad for the new pontiac montana. yet another minivan disgracing our roads. so they open the commercial with a kid in a red t shirt getting out of what i presume is school. but what drives me mental about it is the way the kid waves. he's got his hand stretched up above his head and holds it there for what seems like an eternity waving like a moron at his parents, ALL WHILE HE IS RUNNING TO THE VAN. what kid not possessed by the devil is going to do this? most little fuckers are too concerned with their friends, are dropping stuff, or are cussing because their mom pulled up front and because she's within 147947 feet of him, she's embarassing him. sorry, i'm not buying the kid being that excited to see his family in that gay van. the kid is in need of an exorcism. i'd believe that is where they are going...taking the kid to the priest, but no possessed kid is going to excitedly say YAY, let's go to the preist and i'm going to be so excited to go that i'm going to gaily wave like a complete moron when you pull up front.
back to the commercial...the second thing that bugs me, or really i should say the third because i hate minivans (so that would be the first), the second is that moronic cracker waving at his parents, so the third is how he just throws the back pack in and it hits his sister's lap just right. now come on, could a commercial inject a bit of reality even just once? first off, how likely is it that the little shit has such great aim? they mean to tell us that this kid could throw a back pack in without crashing into anything? if it was me throwing it, i'd probably throw it and hit the outside of the van and it would come crashing down, splaying all the contents everywhere in the grass and on the road. so then my 'rents would be pissed at me because now we have to wait an extra 3 seconds for me to pick up the bag, or 10 seconds while i get the scattered contents off the road. and then you know that would be the time where a wind gust comes up and my *important* papers blow away. no, not the school notices that say i've been delinquent and skipping class again and would your parents please read that, sign it so the teach knows they read it, and return it to school notice. it would be the one time i actually got a B- on a math test and wanted to pin it to the fridge. that fucker would be blown to siam. and my parents would be cussin and carrying on because not only are they waiting longer than they wanted, they would be making a HUGE deal that they drove there in the first place.
so if we inject more reality into the commercial, the sister actually grabs his bag with either a smile or is expressionless. i can't recall which. but the point is that it's SO unrealistic. would your sister grab your bag you threw into the van without launching into a super sized for .99 hissy fit? no fucking way. you'd have her screaming and whining that you threw it "at" her, that it's not fair, etc...there's no way in HELL that the kid will joyfully catch a bag that someone throws at her, least of all her little brother. the kid probably reeks of piss and stench of little boys and this teenager probably hates him to the core. i figure she must be lobotomized or her parents have got her so medicated that she doesn't care what the little fuck throws at her. and the fact that the bag lands perfectly pisses me off. i'd probably lob it at her and have it bounce off her forehead. i bet in all the takes the commercial shot, the little shit threw that back pack in so many times and hit her on each take...so much so that she got a concussion and she's really just out of it on the final take we have the pleasure [gag me now] of watching.
for the record, i won't be buying the pontiac montana. not now, not ever.
various rants
ok, have you been following the news lately? probably as much as me, which isn't much. but today i happened to be watching cnn when they were talking about the starvation crisis in niger. ok, since when was it called "knee-jer"? i've been saying "ny-grr" for, like, ever! what is up with people who suddenly change the way things are pronounced? remember when the 8th planet was called "YOUR ANUS" and not "URINE US"? what about when pianist was actually called "PEE-an-ist" instead of "pee-ANNNNNNN-ist"? what are these fucking people afraid of? who do they think they'll offend when they actually pronounce the word the way it was SUPPOSED to be pronounced? i've heard so many different ways to pronounce "iraq". is it "EYE-rack", "IHR-rock"? what? same with "iran"...i was saying it as it's spelled phonetically "i-RAN" and now i'm hearing "EAR-rahn"....
my friend pointed out that most news casters talk and pronounce things like that particular language is their native tongue. they have perfect inflection, even though i'm sure most of them were brought up speaking english as their sole language, believing that saying words like "taco" and "karate" is knowing another language. it always amuses me.
my friend pointed out that most news casters talk and pronounce things like that particular language is their native tongue. they have perfect inflection, even though i'm sure most of them were brought up speaking english as their sole language, believing that saying words like "taco" and "karate" is knowing another language. it always amuses me.
First Blog
ok, my first attempt at a blog. scoff if you must.
i'm sure in time i'll hang my head in shame when i re-read this stuff...
i do want to thank the fellow bloggers out there who have inspired me to put my thoughts to screen.
here's a little bit about me:
i recently got married after being engaged a year. my DH and i have been together for seven + years now. it was a strange match from the beginning, as he's 4.5 years younger than me. when i first met him i scoffed at the idea of us ever hooking up...he was 20 and i was a ''worldly'' 25 (or so i thought!). but you know, over time, it just worked. obviously.
we are childless so far, but if you count pets as kids, we have four hairy children and three scaly ones. two dogs: hudson and czar; two cats: sid and tasha; three fish who shall remain nameless at this point. it gets a little crazy (and hairy) at times around here, but they all make life just a little more special for us. and less lonely.
i work from home for my husband, so spend a lot of time on this machine. i love being at home and don't miss the social interaction of work at all. in fact, i hated working with other people. there were always those out there who let others pick up their slack, and others who did pick it up. the pickers and the pickees if you will. so i just do the books for the company and i'm quite content with that. i know when my deadlines are and really only spend about 8hrs total per week working for him. the rest of the week is occupied by running errands, looking after the pets and trying to bring order to chaos.
as for my personality, i'm sarcastic, critical, and picky. and those are just my good points! really, i'm just a quieter person who is content to sit back and watch the world go by. my ideal moment is either gazing at stars or sitting and enjoying that first cup of coffee in the morning.
so in my spare time i spend a lot of time surfing the net, reading, emailing friends. funny, i got an email earlier this week which commented on keeping in touch with friends via email, and phasing out friends without email. so true in my case. i'm not much of a letter writer, but i love to email. up till now, email has been my primary diary source, as my thoughts, activities , trials and tribulations have all been recorded in email to friends and family.
i'm hoping to put some of that stuff down here.
thanks for reading.
i'm sure in time i'll hang my head in shame when i re-read this stuff...
i do want to thank the fellow bloggers out there who have inspired me to put my thoughts to screen.
here's a little bit about me:
i recently got married after being engaged a year. my DH and i have been together for seven + years now. it was a strange match from the beginning, as he's 4.5 years younger than me. when i first met him i scoffed at the idea of us ever hooking up...he was 20 and i was a ''worldly'' 25 (or so i thought!). but you know, over time, it just worked. obviously.
we are childless so far, but if you count pets as kids, we have four hairy children and three scaly ones. two dogs: hudson and czar; two cats: sid and tasha; three fish who shall remain nameless at this point. it gets a little crazy (and hairy) at times around here, but they all make life just a little more special for us. and less lonely.
i work from home for my husband, so spend a lot of time on this machine. i love being at home and don't miss the social interaction of work at all. in fact, i hated working with other people. there were always those out there who let others pick up their slack, and others who did pick it up. the pickers and the pickees if you will. so i just do the books for the company and i'm quite content with that. i know when my deadlines are and really only spend about 8hrs total per week working for him. the rest of the week is occupied by running errands, looking after the pets and trying to bring order to chaos.
as for my personality, i'm sarcastic, critical, and picky. and those are just my good points! really, i'm just a quieter person who is content to sit back and watch the world go by. my ideal moment is either gazing at stars or sitting and enjoying that first cup of coffee in the morning.
so in my spare time i spend a lot of time surfing the net, reading, emailing friends. funny, i got an email earlier this week which commented on keeping in touch with friends via email, and phasing out friends without email. so true in my case. i'm not much of a letter writer, but i love to email. up till now, email has been my primary diary source, as my thoughts, activities , trials and tribulations have all been recorded in email to friends and family.
i'm hoping to put some of that stuff down here.
thanks for reading.
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i think the title just sums up how i feel about this hurricane situation.
does it feel like end times or what? starvation, anarchy, devastation...truly the devil's backyard. i'm not going to get religious on any of you here.
everytime i turn on cnn i just feel so HELPLESS. i just want to roll up my sleeves, drive the 294753975 kilometres* to louisiana and help clean up.
and don't get me started on bush. he's an idiot asswipe who comes off as the most uncaring fop out there**.
*exaggerated, slightly
**not exaggerated. at all.
christ. what a day. seriously!
last night i got into the tequila. (see yesterday's blog) this morning i woke at 4 to witness some pbs action about cougars. it was interesting enough to hold my attention for the first hour so i stayed up to watch it while czar snored beside me. i ended up sleeping until 1030, despite hud coming in every 1/2 hr to wake me to feed her. she was pretty disturbed by the time i finally put both feet on the ground.
since it was so damned late in the day, i elected to walk the dogs at a later time in the day since it was blasted hot here. i chose to take them out to RC, about a fifteen minute drive from here. but there is a kick ass river park there and i thought the dogs would appreciate a sweet river view.
earlier in the day, i headed out for my bi-monthly trip to superstore. $243 later, i was done. as i was on maple, the damned car's dash flashed up "ABS" which means god only knows what....i shut the car off at a light and restarted it in hopes of seeing the message disappear. it did and i made it up the hill, raw chicken and all, ok. later that evening, feeling guilted into taking dumb and dumber for their walk/swim, i decided to drive out to rc...but got as far as brier park before the damned lights started showing up on the dash. and worse! the cd started skipping! how dare it! so i then pulled over, shut off the car, because in my warped brain that works, and the damned car didn't re-start, but started clicking at me like a fucking cricket.
i had to take dumbanddumber and walk them home from moduline (near goodyear) and it was about an hour of walking through the freakin' desert. i was dying before we even hit the leisure centre. i stopped off at the swamp long enough for the dogs to get their freak on and for hud to piss in the lake and then continued on home to call the tow truck. the damned guy on the other end of the phone told me that he would be an hour, and NO , he would not pick me up at the house to drive me back to the car. i had to take a TAXI to the car...because there was NO WAY IN HELL that i'd walk that way back again. finally got there, waited 1/2hr for the tow truck.
he got there, but oddly enough~ and i love small towns for this~ ch's manager and friends were happening to drive by and STOPPED to help me out!!! how is that for luck? so they waited while the dude filled out paperwork and called me "mrs mellman" and then took me to the pub down the street and helped me get my freak on. how did they know???
god, i love small towns!!
ps., phoned my husband so that he didn't have to hear of my demise via his friends tomorrow and could hear the princess' monotone in the background. i'm sure her head was spinning on its axis when i called and she was pissed...back atcha bitch.
so i'm laying in bed watching tv, as you might have figured. it's what we do when we go to bed: turn on the tv and leave it on all night. my aunt would shit zebras if she found out. she's convinced that the people watch her through her tv. yeah, you read that right: she thinks that the tv is actually how people spy on other people. she tells us that we should really unplug our tv when we aren't using it AND put a blanket over it. and she does that. go to her house, and i guarantee that her tv has a blanket over it.
seriously, who is going to want to spy on people via their tvs? why? do you really want to peer out and see some big bald hairy dude splayed out on the couch eating doritos or hotdogs and spilling mustard down his undershirt? what purpose would that serve? it makes no sense to me. and who is going to watch you? the gov't? the fbi? can you imagine the poor schmuck who has to watch endless hours of morons staring blankly at their tv? and what good is the tv to people "watching" "you" when you're out of the room, or outside? diabolically idiotic.
have you watched a razor commercial lately? now they're promoting that mysterious "fourth" blade. what the fuck is up with that? the razor has had a very tenuous career. it started out likely as a knife, moved to one blade, we suffered through two blades in high school, graduated to three blades sometime in the 90's, and now they're hyping up the fourth blade, claiming it will shave you better. i'm thinking WTF? most seriously. do they really think that fourth blade will scrape over your skin one degree better than the other three? what's next? 5 blades? 6? 10?
and what's with gilette making their razor commercials all about speed? in one, there's a guy in a vehicle of some sort, or at least i assume it's a vehicle, and they say something about pressing a button on the razor (WTF moment) and when they do it, the dude acts like he broke the g-force and is going mach 19 or something. DUDE, it's just a razor. i'm sure that when you put that fucker up to your face, your head won't rock back and give you whiplash. but they imply that you will need a neckbrace once you are done your daily shave and to push that fucking button with *caution*.
then i was watching the ad for the new pontiac montana. yet another minivan disgracing our roads. so they open the commercial with a kid in a red t shirt getting out of what i presume is school. but what drives me mental about it is the way the kid waves. he's got his hand stretched up above his head and holds it there for what seems like an eternity waving like a moron at his parents, ALL WHILE HE IS RUNNING TO THE VAN. what kid not possessed by the devil is going to do this? most little fuckers are too concerned with their friends, are dropping stuff, or are cussing because their mom pulled up front and because she's within 147947 feet of him, she's embarassing him. sorry, i'm not buying the kid being that excited to see his family in that gay van. the kid is in need of an exorcism. i'd believe that is where they are going...taking the kid to the priest, but no possessed kid is going to excitedly say YAY, let's go to the preist and i'm going to be so excited to go that i'm going to gaily wave like a complete moron when you pull up front.
back to the commercial...the second thing that bugs me, or really i should say the third because i hate minivans (so that would be the first), the second is that moronic cracker waving at his parents, so the third is how he just throws the back pack in and it hits his sister's lap just right. now come on, could a commercial inject a bit of reality even just once? first off, how likely is it that the little shit has such great aim? they mean to tell us that this kid could throw a back pack in without crashing into anything? if it was me throwing it, i'd probably throw it and hit the outside of the van and it would come crashing down, splaying all the contents everywhere in the grass and on the road. so then my 'rents would be pissed at me because now we have to wait an extra 3 seconds for me to pick up the bag, or 10 seconds while i get the scattered contents off the road. and then you know that would be the time where a wind gust comes up and my *important* papers blow away. no, not the school notices that say i've been delinquent and skipping class again and would your parents please read that, sign it so the teach knows they read it, and return it to school notice. it would be the one time i actually got a B- on a math test and wanted to pin it to the fridge. that fucker would be blown to siam. and my parents would be cussin and carrying on because not only are they waiting longer than they wanted, they would be making a HUGE deal that they drove there in the first place.
so if we inject more reality into the commercial, the sister actually grabs his bag with either a smile or is expressionless. i can't recall which. but the point is that it's SO unrealistic. would your sister grab your bag you threw into the van without launching into a super sized for .99 hissy fit? no fucking way. you'd have her screaming and whining that you threw it "at" her, that it's not fair, etc...there's no way in HELL that the kid will joyfully catch a bag that someone throws at her, least of all her little brother. the kid probably reeks of piss and stench of little boys and this teenager probably hates him to the core. i figure she must be lobotomized or her parents have got her so medicated that she doesn't care what the little fuck throws at her. and the fact that the bag lands perfectly pisses me off. i'd probably lob it at her and have it bounce off her forehead. i bet in all the takes the commercial shot, the little shit threw that back pack in so many times and hit her on each take...so much so that she got a concussion and she's really just out of it on the final take we have the pleasure [gag me now] of watching.
for the record, i won't be buying the pontiac montana. not now, not ever.
ok, have you been following the news lately? probably as much as me, which isn't much. but today i happened to be watching cnn when they were talking about the starvation crisis in niger. ok, since when was it called "knee-jer"? i've been saying "ny-grr" for, like, ever! what is up with people who suddenly change the way things are pronounced? remember when the 8th planet was called "YOUR ANUS" and not "URINE US"? what about when pianist was actually called "PEE-an-ist" instead of "pee-ANNNNNNN-ist"? what are these fucking people afraid of? who do they think they'll offend when they actually pronounce the word the way it was SUPPOSED to be pronounced? i've heard so many different ways to pronounce "iraq". is it "EYE-rack", "IHR-rock"? what? same with "iran"...i was saying it as it's spelled phonetically "i-RAN" and now i'm hearing "EAR-rahn"....
my friend pointed out that most news casters talk and pronounce things like that particular language is their native tongue. they have perfect inflection, even though i'm sure most of them were brought up speaking english as their sole language, believing that saying words like "taco" and "karate" is knowing another language. it always amuses me.
ok, my first attempt at a blog. scoff if you must.
i'm sure in time i'll hang my head in shame when i re-read this stuff...
i do want to thank the fellow bloggers out there who have inspired me to put my thoughts to screen.
here's a little bit about me:
i recently got married after being engaged a year. my DH and i have been together for seven + years now. it was a strange match from the beginning, as he's 4.5 years younger than me. when i first met him i scoffed at the idea of us ever hooking up...he was 20 and i was a ''worldly'' 25 (or so i thought!). but you know, over time, it just worked. obviously.
we are childless so far, but if you count pets as kids, we have four hairy children and three scaly ones. two dogs: hudson and czar; two cats: sid and tasha; three fish who shall remain nameless at this point. it gets a little crazy (and hairy) at times around here, but they all make life just a little more special for us. and less lonely.
i work from home for my husband, so spend a lot of time on this machine. i love being at home and don't miss the social interaction of work at all. in fact, i hated working with other people. there were always those out there who let others pick up their slack, and others who did pick it up. the pickers and the pickees if you will. so i just do the books for the company and i'm quite content with that. i know when my deadlines are and really only spend about 8hrs total per week working for him. the rest of the week is occupied by running errands, looking after the pets and trying to bring order to chaos.
as for my personality, i'm sarcastic, critical, and picky. and those are just my good points! really, i'm just a quieter person who is content to sit back and watch the world go by. my ideal moment is either gazing at stars or sitting and enjoying that first cup of coffee in the morning.
so in my spare time i spend a lot of time surfing the net, reading, emailing friends. funny, i got an email earlier this week which commented on keeping in touch with friends via email, and phasing out friends without email. so true in my case. i'm not much of a letter writer, but i love to email. up till now, email has been my primary diary source, as my thoughts, activities , trials and tribulations have all been recorded in email to friends and family.
i'm hoping to put some of that stuff down here.
thanks for reading.
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