The delicacy of the state of the world was already in peril before the puckering lipped orange man-child with a tacky comb over hair-do decided on a whim to experiment at sitting on the throne.
No wonder my son actually cried hysterically when he won the presidency out of fear and anguish about what would come next. He knew.
There is no good outcome when two megalomaniac, immature, control-freak personalities clash. There is so much more to this story. I refuse to name either as that only feeds their narcissism. I know you know EXACTLY who I'm talking about.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Melting Snow Woman - GRANDMA?????
I've witnessed this tragedy full circle. Unbelievable. What tragedy am I referring to? Why some people should NOT be allowed to reproduce. I'll spare you my anti-population growth tirade for another time. There are already too many people vying for earth's precious resources. Quality of life deteriorates as more and more people compete for limited resources, food, and jobs. I'll shut up on that...for now.
Allow me to backtrack 23 years. Melting Snow Woman (who was fat at that time -- and looked a hell of a lot better) had a young daughter she did not take care of. Melting Snow Woman should have NEVER been a mother to begin with. She is mean, evil, and neglectful/abusive to everybody -- even to her own kid. Everybody in the family felt sorry for this young daughter of Melting Snow Woman. We all took turns with child care and what not. At that time I was a young mother myself and thought that the kids would benefit from growing up with a cousin as my own memories of my cousins are gold. My time was not my own, so what's one more kid? The home life for Melting Snow Woman's young daughter was horrendous. I thought I was doing something good taking care of her young daughter (for free - but that is not the point). Now on with the story.
Twenty-three years ago I was sitting on the couch in my sister-in-law's TV room. The phone rings. All I could hear was my sister-in-law's moans of, "Oh No.... OH NO..... OH NOOOOOOOOO... You don't even take care of the one you have NOW!"
Melting Snow Woman had just announced she was pregnant. Again. She did not care for the young daughter she already had that the family was taking turns raising. And to think that what I overheard on the phone was talk about getting another puppy. Nope.
The baby was born to Melting Snow Woman. She had another daughter. This poor kid had it even worse than her older sister. I won't go into details, but yes, child protective services were involved. At one point we even offered to adopt the baby girl. That did not go over well with Melting Snow Woman as she took it as an insult to her parenting skills. Well, it was an insult. I'll own that.
The adoption did not happen and Daughter II of Melting Snow Woman lived a horrifying childhood. Daughter II grows up. She gets a Mexican boyfriend. Good. At least she has found somebody she loves. She moves in with the boyfriend and his family. They plan on getting married at the tender age of 22. The problem? The boyfriend's mother, who is here illegally, keeps harping on her son in Spanish as to when he is going to get his girlfriend pregnant.
Really? Neither one has a job to support themselves. Daughter II is still on her step-father's insurance plan. Guess what. The SAME phone call happened today as it did 23 years ago with the, "Oh No....OH NO.....OH NOOOOOOOO!" It's come full circle for another generation. Daughter II is pregnant.
I can make this stuff up, people. My donations to Planned Parenthood are all in vain.
Allow me to backtrack 23 years. Melting Snow Woman (who was fat at that time -- and looked a hell of a lot better) had a young daughter she did not take care of. Melting Snow Woman should have NEVER been a mother to begin with. She is mean, evil, and neglectful/abusive to everybody -- even to her own kid. Everybody in the family felt sorry for this young daughter of Melting Snow Woman. We all took turns with child care and what not. At that time I was a young mother myself and thought that the kids would benefit from growing up with a cousin as my own memories of my cousins are gold. My time was not my own, so what's one more kid? The home life for Melting Snow Woman's young daughter was horrendous. I thought I was doing something good taking care of her young daughter (for free - but that is not the point). Now on with the story.
Twenty-three years ago I was sitting on the couch in my sister-in-law's TV room. The phone rings. All I could hear was my sister-in-law's moans of, "Oh No.... OH NO..... OH NOOOOOOOOO... You don't even take care of the one you have NOW!"
Melting Snow Woman had just announced she was pregnant. Again. She did not care for the young daughter she already had that the family was taking turns raising. And to think that what I overheard on the phone was talk about getting another puppy. Nope.
The baby was born to Melting Snow Woman. She had another daughter. This poor kid had it even worse than her older sister. I won't go into details, but yes, child protective services were involved. At one point we even offered to adopt the baby girl. That did not go over well with Melting Snow Woman as she took it as an insult to her parenting skills. Well, it was an insult. I'll own that.
The adoption did not happen and Daughter II of Melting Snow Woman lived a horrifying childhood. Daughter II grows up. She gets a Mexican boyfriend. Good. At least she has found somebody she loves. She moves in with the boyfriend and his family. They plan on getting married at the tender age of 22. The problem? The boyfriend's mother, who is here illegally, keeps harping on her son in Spanish as to when he is going to get his girlfriend pregnant.
Really? Neither one has a job to support themselves. Daughter II is still on her step-father's insurance plan. Guess what. The SAME phone call happened today as it did 23 years ago with the, "Oh No....OH NO.....OH NOOOOOOOO!" It's come full circle for another generation. Daughter II is pregnant.
I can make this stuff up, people. My donations to Planned Parenthood are all in vain.
Saturday, April 15, 2017
My Job - For REAL
Bill Burr captured my job as it really is. I kid you not. This is what really happens at the bargaining table. He must have been a mouse in the corner. I'm in the middle of it now. My life - summed up in 2 minutes.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Sacramento
I should be asleep. I'm still on Hawaiian time which is three hours earlier than Pacific daylight time. I need to drag myself to Sacramento tomorrow morning to listen to a bunch of ego-laden hot air grandstanding. They think they are so smart. In contrast, I know full well that I'm dumb. I don't pretend to have any answers to anything. The world is laden with problems. Each and every so called solution only presents another unintended problem as a side effect. Every fix causes a break somewhere else. Nature is what is in true harmony. We don't get it as humans. The natural world is in perfect balance. Humans $#@% it up. Every. Single. Time.
On a positive note I'm going to spend some time with my son this weekend in San Jose. I'm not always such a depressive downer. Like I've said a million times before -- this blog is my therapy. You are reading this on your own free will. Nobody is coercing you. When I die I'm going to give my blog username and password to my yet unborn grandchildren so my bitchiness will live on for generations to come. I will give it to them on my deathbed, and in a labored whisper will utter one word. ROSEBUD.
C'mon.... i heard you laugh.
On a positive note I'm going to spend some time with my son this weekend in San Jose. I'm not always such a depressive downer. Like I've said a million times before -- this blog is my therapy. You are reading this on your own free will. Nobody is coercing you. When I die I'm going to give my blog username and password to my yet unborn grandchildren so my bitchiness will live on for generations to come. I will give it to them on my deathbed, and in a labored whisper will utter one word. ROSEBUD.
C'mon.... i heard you laugh.
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Moana
I guess it was the "movie flight" back home last night. Finally, without internet connection and not being able to paw through my snail mail allowed me to catch up on movies I've been meaning to watch. La La Land was one. The other one was Moana. My son recommended Moana as the character reminded him of his little sister (who is living in Hawaii). My BFF from Minnesota, SSP, sent me the DVD. Did you all catch the voice of David Bowie in the movie? I bet not.
Will I lose my daughter to the islands permanently? I've always had a feeling that she belonged there as she has unfinished business from a previous life. Now it's the local island boys complete with fluent Pigeon and tatoos pursuing my daughter that has her father losing sleep at night. Hey, day from da Nort Shore if dat make a different.
Will I lose my daughter to the islands permanently? I've always had a feeling that she belonged there as she has unfinished business from a previous life. Now it's the local island boys complete with fluent Pigeon and tatoos pursuing my daughter that has her father losing sleep at night. Hey, day from da Nort Shore if dat make a different.
La La Land
I finally watched it. La La Land. I've heard so much about the movie and I was curious. The first part of the movie fed my inner Broadway theater geek with the dance scenes. The plot then moved away from the Broadway-to-musical film adaptation of choreographed stage dances to a relationship story. I would watch it again just for the music/dance.
My Cousin's Kid
Quiet Rage has been in Honolulu for a bit. Waikiki is Japan's Mexico. They come over in droves for the favorable exchange rates, shopping, and getting married. Waikiki is also home to tacky tourist traps including luaus featuring Polynesian dancers with wigs and plastic grass skirts. From our condo we could see the luau nightly with a fresh batch of tourists (FOBS) getting drunk on mai tais and getting up on stage dancing. Yup. Yet another drunken, painfully sunburned goofball from Wisconsin thinks he can dance. Waikiki is not my favorite spot in Hawaii, but it was centrally located for the purpose of this trip and afforded the opportunity to spend time with my daughter and her teammates. Next trip to Honolulu will NOT be at the Hilton Hawaiian Village no matter how good of a deal they toss at me. The two days at the Moana Surf Rider, despite the small room, had so much more authenticity and meaning than the two bedroom condo with a view and a kitchen.
Anyway, enough of that. It's nice to be back in Sonoma County. The 5 hour flight from Honolulu to Oakland was uneventful, which is just what you want for an airline flight. About 30 minutes prior to landing I was starting to think about what is waiting for me at work as being gone is never really vacation -- it's mere postponement. I did take care of some business while gone, but the stacks of mail will cover my desk when I go in tomorrow morning. I'm punished for being away. Whatever. The world will not stop spinning on its axis because I did not complete some form or resolve a workers' compensation issue, or a personnel complaint, or whatever.
I did get a new one while gone. An employee who was working at Pier 39 in San Francisco was provided parking. We all know parking in SF is at a premium. The employee had a motorcycle, so he sold his company provided parking pass, which was for a car. When caught he was terminated. In retaliation, the employee slashed the tires of the boss who fired him. The idiot denied it - even when security cameras caught him red-handed doing it. My job is to diffuse the situation. First order of business is to file a police report and replace the tires for the boss. Where was I going with this????? Oh, thinking that I've heard everything at this point in my career. I thought nothing could top the incident where an employee photocopied his dick and taped it to the foreman's hard hat.
Anyway, my point was that I was starting to think about work about 30 minutes prior to landing in Oakland and wondering what's waiting for me. The plane landed. I turned on my cell phone with the sole purpose of texting my kids to let them know all was well. As I looked down at my phone to send the text to my kids, I saw a stream of text messages from my friends. Always good to hear from my friends. Then I saw a text message with no name, but just the number of the sender. Hmmmmm. Who is this???? A junk text message? We are all getting more and more of those these days. Then I saw the heading of the text. It was addressed to me using a childhood nickname that only close friends and family use.
The text was from my cousin's kid. Mind you, this cousin and I were NOT close growing up but have remained on the Christmas card exchange list (aka Christmas brag letter) and friend on Facebook (where all disingenuous lurk). I think I have met my cousin's kid once. I have only seen my cousin about three times in the last 30 years.
What would my cousin's kid possibly want? MONEY, of course. I have ignored his letters saying he's on some mission gospel bullshit in Northern Africa and is looking to spread God's word (and looking for sponsors). I've seen the pictures on Facebook of him licking some camel's face and whatnot. His mother (my cousin) and father have a huge McMansion of a house and are always posting pictures of themselves on yet another exotic, luxurious trip. Now they are begging money from ME????????? I had no idea they were destitute. Their lavish lifestyle they advertise on social media suggests quite the opposite.
Sorry, but I'm not funding my cousin's kid's vacation to Northern Africa. Using the guise of God's name and cloaking it as a missionary purpose does not persuade me. In fact, it pisses me off. I'm pissed that his "church" is telling him to shake down distant relatives he doesn't even know for money. His mother must condone it, as how else would a kid I don't even know get my cell phone number? She's just as much to blame. I'm sorry we share the same DNA.
Ending on a humorous note, here's Rap Reiplinger's Japanese Roll Call for Hawaii.
Anyway, enough of that. It's nice to be back in Sonoma County. The 5 hour flight from Honolulu to Oakland was uneventful, which is just what you want for an airline flight. About 30 minutes prior to landing I was starting to think about what is waiting for me at work as being gone is never really vacation -- it's mere postponement. I did take care of some business while gone, but the stacks of mail will cover my desk when I go in tomorrow morning. I'm punished for being away. Whatever. The world will not stop spinning on its axis because I did not complete some form or resolve a workers' compensation issue, or a personnel complaint, or whatever.
I did get a new one while gone. An employee who was working at Pier 39 in San Francisco was provided parking. We all know parking in SF is at a premium. The employee had a motorcycle, so he sold his company provided parking pass, which was for a car. When caught he was terminated. In retaliation, the employee slashed the tires of the boss who fired him. The idiot denied it - even when security cameras caught him red-handed doing it. My job is to diffuse the situation. First order of business is to file a police report and replace the tires for the boss. Where was I going with this????? Oh, thinking that I've heard everything at this point in my career. I thought nothing could top the incident where an employee photocopied his dick and taped it to the foreman's hard hat.
Anyway, my point was that I was starting to think about work about 30 minutes prior to landing in Oakland and wondering what's waiting for me. The plane landed. I turned on my cell phone with the sole purpose of texting my kids to let them know all was well. As I looked down at my phone to send the text to my kids, I saw a stream of text messages from my friends. Always good to hear from my friends. Then I saw a text message with no name, but just the number of the sender. Hmmmmm. Who is this???? A junk text message? We are all getting more and more of those these days. Then I saw the heading of the text. It was addressed to me using a childhood nickname that only close friends and family use.
The text was from my cousin's kid. Mind you, this cousin and I were NOT close growing up but have remained on the Christmas card exchange list (aka Christmas brag letter) and friend on Facebook (where all disingenuous lurk). I think I have met my cousin's kid once. I have only seen my cousin about three times in the last 30 years.
What would my cousin's kid possibly want? MONEY, of course. I have ignored his letters saying he's on some mission gospel bullshit in Northern Africa and is looking to spread God's word (and looking for sponsors). I've seen the pictures on Facebook of him licking some camel's face and whatnot. His mother (my cousin) and father have a huge McMansion of a house and are always posting pictures of themselves on yet another exotic, luxurious trip. Now they are begging money from ME????????? I had no idea they were destitute. Their lavish lifestyle they advertise on social media suggests quite the opposite.
Sorry, but I'm not funding my cousin's kid's vacation to Northern Africa. Using the guise of God's name and cloaking it as a missionary purpose does not persuade me. In fact, it pisses me off. I'm pissed that his "church" is telling him to shake down distant relatives he doesn't even know for money. His mother must condone it, as how else would a kid I don't even know get my cell phone number? She's just as much to blame. I'm sorry we share the same DNA.
Ending on a humorous note, here's Rap Reiplinger's Japanese Roll Call for Hawaii.
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