Long Road to Love: Dead End

Why am I married? Good question. Finances? Partly. Convenience? Partly. Kids? Definately.

I discovered something about hubby's behavior that would send most wives packing. Or rather, send the husband packing.

I have tried my heart at love. For me it has been nothing more than a mean trick, an illusion, a tease.

The long road to love for me ends in a dead end.

'nuff said.

Meetings

I spend a LOT of time in meetings. Most of them are a useless waste of time. There is something disturbing about seeing grown people play with their feces like monkeys.

I don't know what I did in meetings before I had my iPhone. At least now I can check my e-mail, text, read my horoscope, Dear Abby, and access 1,000 other useless apps to pass the time while some wind bag at the podium relishes in the sound of his own voice.

I am at the cusp of the techie generation and the geezer generation. My behavior patterns more of the techie generation. The geezer generation thinks it rude to use electronics in another person's presence. I can see both sides of the issue.

Here is a news flash to the geezer generation: We simply don't have time to listen to your long, drawn out bullshit. Get to the point in five words or less. We need to juggle more responsibilities with less resources. Our time is precious. Many of us don't have the luxury of a "staff" to organize our life for us. Funding your obnoxious baby boomer generation retirement benefits did away with that through extreme budget cuts. We are our own secretaries, bookkeepers, schedulers, etc.

Don't waste our time scheduling meetings with the intent of parading yourself around with public, self-congratulatory pats on the back your ego so desperately needs. We don't have time. Meeting adjourned. Can I leave now?

News flash to the techies: Don't be obvious in using your iPhone in meetings. At least sit in the back where nobody can see you play scrabble. Worse yet, don't EVER, EVER ignore present social company to answer a tech message unless your kid has called 911. Now THAT's rude.....

Mexico Asks Court to Halt Arizona Immigration Law

You've got to be kidding me. Here we've got Mexico whining about Arizona's law because it's harming THEIR citizens. Humpfh....

Is that all Mexico and Mexicans care about??? Their OWN interests? We have the Mexican government complaining because we are finally enforcing laws that have been in place many, many years. We have illegal Mexicans here in the US whining because they are being "profiled" for the requirement of having a drivers license and auto insurance.

By the way, English is the official language of the US. If you don't speak it fluently, you're suspect. Duh. Chances are you are illegal or have something to hide. If you can speak several languages, more power to you....

Every Mexican whine is about THEM. "We only have one car for a family of 25," they whine, "If you take it away WE won't be able to function."

Never mind about the legal, law-abiding U.S. citizen who gets his car smashed and also whiplash from being rear-ended by an illegal. It's all about the illegal Mexican demanding special consideration for THEIR own personal situation without consideration or regard to how their actions may affect others.

We all know what happens when the illegal Mexican gets in an accident -- they slip back across the border to avoid prosecution. Now they're whining because they can't get back in when they were here illegally to begin with?

Sorry, can't have it both ways.....

Giant Bee Hive: World Cup Soccer

What idiot thought it would be cute and clever to distribute thousands of little annoying buzzing horns to world cup soccer fans? All we hear in the background is the grating buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Don't they have anything better to contribute to fan appreciation of competing teams? How about another version of the wave? How about variations of face painting? Believe me, anything would be better than the giant bee hive.

I can't watch a soccer match with any volume at all.

The buzzing reminds me of some bad "B" grade movie from the '80's where the Killer Bees from South America crept inside the US border and devoured unsuspecting campers on the US/Mexican border. Didn't they also make a Saturday Night Live skit out of that as well?

I think the annoying, horn blowing buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing offenders should be required to insert horn into ass to see if said buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing will make similar sound. If not, shove up ass a little farther. Repeat as necessary.

Barking Dogs

I love my in-laws. I actually kind of like their yappy little mutts, too. However, my in-law's neighbors can't STAND the yappy little mutts. I suppose I can't really blame them. Who wants to listen to two little mutts yap and yap and yap and yap and yap?

My in-laws just can't figure out why their neighbors are pissed at them. GET A CLUE!!!! More than one neighbor has approached my inlaws on more than one occasion letting them know the barking from the yappy little mutts is driving them insane.

Now, my in-laws are pissed off at the people who are complaining.... What gives? The neighbors have a right to peace and quiet. My inlaws also have the right to own their dogs. My in-laws also have the RESPONSIBILITY to ensure the dogs are not making a nuisance out of themselves and keep the yappy little mutts quiet.

What???? Personal responsibility???? In AMERICA????? Certainly somebody else is to blame, or the complaint is unfounded. Humph.... we are all PERFECT.

Come on in-laws.... Shut your little yappers up or keep them in the house with the windows closed. I may just supply the neighbors with a silent whistle to blow at 1:00 AM when you're fast asleep that will send the little yappers into a barking frenzy in your ear.

Fair is fair, right????

Chevy, Chevrolet, Whatever....Same damn crap

Some upper management morons at Chevy demanded that the corporate culture rename "Chevy" to its full name of "Chevroleeeeeeeeet" and the UMM's (upper management morons) have banned ALL employees from referring to their stagnant brand of cars as "Chevy."

Well, La-Di-Friggin-Da............... If THIS is not a Dilbert moment, I don't know what is.

Ya know what? The UMM's sound like the dorky kid in high school who has been known as Fred all of his life then suddenly DEMAND he be call Frederick. Who is Fred trying to kid? He's FRED! He's the same 8 year-old younger sibling we all pounded on. It's the SAME Fred who had his fill of swirlies and atomic wedgies. Fred isn't fooling anybody.

Upper management CHEVY morons take note.

SSP

Yes, these are initials of a dear, dear friend of mine. To be honest, I was always jealous of her in high school as I thought she was much, MUCH prettier than me. She was pretty, smart, and all of the boys liked her... and then there was lowly me. I always thought of myself as a sloppy second to SSP.

In any event, in high school we had many, MANY a laughs and good times together. She was there for me after high school when I basically went nuts and moved to California. Did she pass judgment on me? No. She was there for me with unconditional love and support.

Believe me. At that point in my life unconditional love was not very abundant.

SSP and I are still to this day very, very, very close friends. Although I do not speak with her on a daily basis, there is an understanding between us that transcends daily written/verbal communication. It is a non-verbal understanding that does not require useless chatter.

SSP is a very special person in my life, and I am honored she is a friend of mine.
LOVE YOU SSP!!!!!!!