Call me a snob, but I've paid my dues. I fly first class whenever I travel. I've had my years crammed back in coach with screaming babies on one side and loud jack-asses on the other, my seat getting kicked, and somebody's head in my lap because they decided to decline. I've also paid for Global Entry (TSA Pre-check) so I don't have to stand behind some dumb bitch wearing every piece of jewelry she ownes sending off all beeping screening devices going through security.
Let me tell you right here and now BOTH are a complete rip off. The TSA pre-check is another blog. I'm focusing on kids in first class for now.
Flying first class anymore is a joke. Somehow business class has transformed into a daycare center where rich brats are yelling, screaming, crying, running up and down the aisles whilst their oblivious parents make us suffer after we paid a premium to avoid them.
I can hear the selfish breeders now (BTW, the world is already overpopulated so tie your tubes immediately), "But I paid for the seat as well, we have every right to be there."
Yes, but I paid, too. How would you like it if I plunked my unruly grandfather right next to your table at a premium restaurant you've had planned for months and ruined your dinner? He can't help but yell and scream due to his dementia. He's uncontrollable. He also shits his pants and drools. I should just keep him at HOME, right? Wait. I'm going to bring him on a trip and fly first class. He has a ticket and every right to be there as well as your brat. Fair is fair, right? I guarantee if this happened the people who bring their wiggling, screaming brats to first class would be the first ones to bitch. Why should I be tolerant of your brat if you won't be tolerant of my grandfather? Just wear earplugs if you don't like my grandfather's screams. It's your problem.
Remember the kids' table at Thanksgiving? A child had to have adult manners to get promoted to the adult table. Children should be seen and not heard. Sitting at the grown-up table meant that we had graduated into adult society and knew how to conduct ourselves. Some never made it to the adult table. There's a reason for that.
Nowadays not only do we have to put up with obnoxious kids, we have to deal with the obnoxious parents who think their little Lily is the salt of the earth. Trust me. Your kids ain't that cute no matter how many comments you get from the airline staff. They are cursing under breath and so are we.
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Stupid is as Stupid Does
Was my Thanksgiving relaxing? Hell NO. The whole thing was like a tv sitcom. It was a cross between All in the Family, Christmas Vacation, and Shameless. I don't even know where to begin with my mother spazaing out about everything having breakdown after breakdown over stuff that can be dealt with. It will take several entries to fully document the dramedy.
We will start with my sister and her granddaughter. My sister is no dummy. The ice on the lakes in the Minneapolis area are frozen over for the most part, but ice fishing on them is premature at this point. The highs were in the 20's, and the lows were single digits. You know full well that the water below the sheet of ice (just how thick is it???) is cold.
My sister takes her 4-year-old granddaughter on a walk to a park where there's a frozen over lake. There's another family there with small children. The children, curious about the frozen lake, make their way to the shoreline and begin to tread on the ice. My grandniece sees the other kids and makes their way to the shoreline. My sister stopped her granddaughter before she could get to the iced over lake and said, "Sweetie, don't go on the ice. It may or may not be thick enough to support weight and if you fell through that would be bad."
She said it loudly enough for the other family to hear as being the kids on the ice were not hers she did not feel that it was her place to speak directly to them. The parents of the other kids said, "These are southern children from Alabama - they have never seen an iced over lake before."
To which my sister said, "Dumb is dumb...no matter which state you're from."
It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Did I mention my sister is a smart ass and has no patience for idiots?
DARWIN AWARD
We will start with my sister and her granddaughter. My sister is no dummy. The ice on the lakes in the Minneapolis area are frozen over for the most part, but ice fishing on them is premature at this point. The highs were in the 20's, and the lows were single digits. You know full well that the water below the sheet of ice (just how thick is it???) is cold.
My sister takes her 4-year-old granddaughter on a walk to a park where there's a frozen over lake. There's another family there with small children. The children, curious about the frozen lake, make their way to the shoreline and begin to tread on the ice. My grandniece sees the other kids and makes their way to the shoreline. My sister stopped her granddaughter before she could get to the iced over lake and said, "Sweetie, don't go on the ice. It may or may not be thick enough to support weight and if you fell through that would be bad."
She said it loudly enough for the other family to hear as being the kids on the ice were not hers she did not feel that it was her place to speak directly to them. The parents of the other kids said, "These are southern children from Alabama - they have never seen an iced over lake before."
To which my sister said, "Dumb is dumb...no matter which state you're from."
It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Did I mention my sister is a smart ass and has no patience for idiots?
DARWIN AWARD
Thursday, November 22, 2018
You Know You're In Minnesota When
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Thanksgiving and Lefse
It's been 20 years since I've been back to Minnesota for Thanksgiving to be with my family. As much as we put the FUN in dysFUNctional, I'm happy to be going. I can't think of the last time I traveled that did not involve my job or college sports. It's been way too long.
I'm kicking my mother OUT of the kitchen as she's not all that enthused about cooking anyway and I"m going to take over. I'm not certain how many I will be cooking for as it always depends on the weather. Some of the worst snow storms I ever experienced have happened over Thanksgiving.
Ahhhhhhhhh... I get to cook in mom's kitchen and I will have my sister to help w/ prep and clean up. Nice. It's a welcome break from the Melting Snow Woman and her ungracious offspring that keep reproducing creating even more ungracious people - like the world needs help in that area.
It was words of beauty when I announced that I was going home to Minnesota for Thanksgiving. My husband balked at first, but hey... I've given 32 years of my life participating in HIS family traditions. It can't always be about him and his family. My kids, well, they're adults now and they have their own thing they've had planned since May.
Well, hubby's family was all in a spin because I usually cook for Thanksgiving and I just decided not to do it this year (for them, anyway). It gets old cooking for thankless ingrates. Some of them don't even say hello to me upon entering my home, nor do they say good bye or thank you when they leave. Sorry, QuietRage's kitchen is closed this year. Figure it out for yourselves.
Now they are scrambling to get a sucker to cook for their tribe. Nobody wants to do it. I'm getting desperate emails wanting to know where I get my turkey, how long do I cook it, what basting recipe I use, my recipe for green bean casserole, how do I make pretzel buns, etc.
Do what I did....learned by trial and error over the years. I had to figure it out for myself. They can, too.
Changing subjects..........
I'm meeting up with my besties from high school on Wednesday at Tasty Pizza. It's a Columbia Heights staple that's been around (the original one) since before I can remember. I have not seen them in a year and 1/2. I'm way over due. I did not go to the Coven Cabin this summer because hubby and I were traveling so extensively with college sports - and also my job. At one point I thought we were going to meet ourselves coming and going. I'm thrilled to be going somewhere that does not have a schedule nor a meeting to dress and prep for. I get to go to my childhood home. It's timeless. It's like walking into a time capsule of my early years. I'm happy to be able to just chill and spend time with my parents and siblings. ..... of course, the debates will heat up and at some point somebody will be called a dumb-ass, but that's just how we are. We call them as we see them. We don't take it seriously and get all butt-hurt. Laughter usually follows mild insults or differences in opinion. Why? Because there's ALWAYS a grain of truth in sarcastic humor. Look for it instead of getting all defensive.
I wish the rest of the world could do the same. The PC Police have stifled any kind of opposition to anything, so it all simmers....and eventually, like a volcano, it explodes with dire results.
Now.....onto lefse.
When I talked to my dad today he mentioned making lefse on Friday. What is lefse? It's a Scandinavian (Norwegian) flat bread that's potato based. Making it is a tradition in my family. It resembles a tortilla. When I first came to California 33 years ago my now hubby took me to a Mexican restaurant. When they brought out the tortillas I asked for butter and sugar. I put butter and sugar on the tortilla and wrapped it up and ate it. I had no idea what a tortilla was for and thought it was lefse. I got strange looks from everybody. Ludefisk is also a family tradition, but my dad can't stand it. My aunts and uncles get into it and there are ludefisk feeds much like we have crab feeds here in Sonoma County. Ludefisk is either a love or hate kind of thing much like blue cheese.
COMING HOME TO TASTY PIZZA, FAMILY, AND FRIENDS :)
I'm kicking my mother OUT of the kitchen as she's not all that enthused about cooking anyway and I"m going to take over. I'm not certain how many I will be cooking for as it always depends on the weather. Some of the worst snow storms I ever experienced have happened over Thanksgiving.
Ahhhhhhhhh... I get to cook in mom's kitchen and I will have my sister to help w/ prep and clean up. Nice. It's a welcome break from the Melting Snow Woman and her ungracious offspring that keep reproducing creating even more ungracious people - like the world needs help in that area.
It was words of beauty when I announced that I was going home to Minnesota for Thanksgiving. My husband balked at first, but hey... I've given 32 years of my life participating in HIS family traditions. It can't always be about him and his family. My kids, well, they're adults now and they have their own thing they've had planned since May.
Well, hubby's family was all in a spin because I usually cook for Thanksgiving and I just decided not to do it this year (for them, anyway). It gets old cooking for thankless ingrates. Some of them don't even say hello to me upon entering my home, nor do they say good bye or thank you when they leave. Sorry, QuietRage's kitchen is closed this year. Figure it out for yourselves.
Now they are scrambling to get a sucker to cook for their tribe. Nobody wants to do it. I'm getting desperate emails wanting to know where I get my turkey, how long do I cook it, what basting recipe I use, my recipe for green bean casserole, how do I make pretzel buns, etc.
Do what I did....learned by trial and error over the years. I had to figure it out for myself. They can, too.
Changing subjects..........
I'm meeting up with my besties from high school on Wednesday at Tasty Pizza. It's a Columbia Heights staple that's been around (the original one) since before I can remember. I have not seen them in a year and 1/2. I'm way over due. I did not go to the Coven Cabin this summer because hubby and I were traveling so extensively with college sports - and also my job. At one point I thought we were going to meet ourselves coming and going. I'm thrilled to be going somewhere that does not have a schedule nor a meeting to dress and prep for. I get to go to my childhood home. It's timeless. It's like walking into a time capsule of my early years. I'm happy to be able to just chill and spend time with my parents and siblings. ..... of course, the debates will heat up and at some point somebody will be called a dumb-ass, but that's just how we are. We call them as we see them. We don't take it seriously and get all butt-hurt. Laughter usually follows mild insults or differences in opinion. Why? Because there's ALWAYS a grain of truth in sarcastic humor. Look for it instead of getting all defensive.
I wish the rest of the world could do the same. The PC Police have stifled any kind of opposition to anything, so it all simmers....and eventually, like a volcano, it explodes with dire results.
Now.....onto lefse.
When I talked to my dad today he mentioned making lefse on Friday. What is lefse? It's a Scandinavian (Norwegian) flat bread that's potato based. Making it is a tradition in my family. It resembles a tortilla. When I first came to California 33 years ago my now hubby took me to a Mexican restaurant. When they brought out the tortillas I asked for butter and sugar. I put butter and sugar on the tortilla and wrapped it up and ate it. I had no idea what a tortilla was for and thought it was lefse. I got strange looks from everybody. Ludefisk is also a family tradition, but my dad can't stand it. My aunts and uncles get into it and there are ludefisk feeds much like we have crab feeds here in Sonoma County. Ludefisk is either a love or hate kind of thing much like blue cheese.
COMING HOME TO TASTY PIZZA, FAMILY, AND FRIENDS :)
Friday, November 16, 2018
Fake News
I've hung onto this for a while as it's bothering me. As much as I hate to admit it, there is something to this "fake news" that the Reigning Orange Cheeto keeps talking about.
Last month I had the opportunity to be in the same room with President Cheeto. He gave a polished, professional speech about investing in America's workforce for skilled labor. He did not say one thing negative about anybody. He did not wander off topic and speak about anything else other than skilled labor. This was when the entire Kavanaugh controversy was going on and we were all glued to the hearings.
The next day the Associated Press (AP) used President Cheeto's photograph when addressing our industry with a headline denouncing Kavanaugh. Our organization's logo was all over in the background. It made it appear that our organization was supporting the Kavanaugh appointment. Nothing could be further from the truth. President Cheeto did not mention ANYTHING about the Superior Court controversy. However, there it was. Published by the AP. President Cheeto's photo with our organization's logo all over the background with a Kavanaugh headline. It went even further. There was also a picture of President Cheeto donning a hat our organization had given him. The photographer happened to catch President Cheeto in a not-so-flattering moment. That photo was also used in the same article making President Cheeto look like he was foaming at the mouth. Yes, President Cheeto made a funny face and cracked a joke when the hat was put on his head, but again, nothing negative was ever said.
For AP to associate the speech that was given to our organization and use it for Kavanaugh is misleading and irresponsible. We were all shocked what the AP published. WE WERE ALL THERE IN THE SAME ROOM AND HEARD THE SAME SPEECH. Even the anti-Cheeto members of our group were upset.
Associated Press: You ARE fake news. At the very best, it's spun to fit your own agenda. President Cheeto gives the press several opportunities to report on unflattering tweets, twits, and whatever else. Don't make it up nor embellish. No wonder people don't believe the press.
On another note, our wildfires are out of control. President Cheeto tweeted something about how we all deserved it because so much money has been given to California for fire management. At first glance it's a cold, uncaring statement. However, let's dig into this a little more. Why isn't the press following the money that has been given to California? Where did it go? One would think the press would be all over this trying to prove President Cheeto wrong. The press is silent. Maybe it's our own state government we should be upset with? California is quick to point out that a lot of the land is federally owned. However, that's why we receive funding from the feds to manage it. The press has not touched this with a ten-foot pole. It's so much easier to blame PGE.
Last month I had the opportunity to be in the same room with President Cheeto. He gave a polished, professional speech about investing in America's workforce for skilled labor. He did not say one thing negative about anybody. He did not wander off topic and speak about anything else other than skilled labor. This was when the entire Kavanaugh controversy was going on and we were all glued to the hearings.
The next day the Associated Press (AP) used President Cheeto's photograph when addressing our industry with a headline denouncing Kavanaugh. Our organization's logo was all over in the background. It made it appear that our organization was supporting the Kavanaugh appointment. Nothing could be further from the truth. President Cheeto did not mention ANYTHING about the Superior Court controversy. However, there it was. Published by the AP. President Cheeto's photo with our organization's logo all over the background with a Kavanaugh headline. It went even further. There was also a picture of President Cheeto donning a hat our organization had given him. The photographer happened to catch President Cheeto in a not-so-flattering moment. That photo was also used in the same article making President Cheeto look like he was foaming at the mouth. Yes, President Cheeto made a funny face and cracked a joke when the hat was put on his head, but again, nothing negative was ever said.
For AP to associate the speech that was given to our organization and use it for Kavanaugh is misleading and irresponsible. We were all shocked what the AP published. WE WERE ALL THERE IN THE SAME ROOM AND HEARD THE SAME SPEECH. Even the anti-Cheeto members of our group were upset.
Associated Press: You ARE fake news. At the very best, it's spun to fit your own agenda. President Cheeto gives the press several opportunities to report on unflattering tweets, twits, and whatever else. Don't make it up nor embellish. No wonder people don't believe the press.
On another note, our wildfires are out of control. President Cheeto tweeted something about how we all deserved it because so much money has been given to California for fire management. At first glance it's a cold, uncaring statement. However, let's dig into this a little more. Why isn't the press following the money that has been given to California? Where did it go? One would think the press would be all over this trying to prove President Cheeto wrong. The press is silent. Maybe it's our own state government we should be upset with? California is quick to point out that a lot of the land is federally owned. However, that's why we receive funding from the feds to manage it. The press has not touched this with a ten-foot pole. It's so much easier to blame PGE.
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Planned Parenthood
I give money to Planned Parenthood. Why? Because the earth is swarming with too many people. I know some of you out there will try to argue with me about the workforce shortage. Here's the truth: There's no workforce shortage. There's a shortage of people willing to work for 12 hour days for paltry slave wages. Why should they bother?
Here's another nugget of truth: There's no shortage of labor, there's a shortage of SKILLED labor. Know the difference.
The root of all of our problems stems from too many people. So, WHY do the poorest people pump out kids like a pez dispenser gone crazy? I'm not saying that being a parent is a privilege for the rich. I'm saying that don't have a litter of kids you can't afford to feed....and then get upset with me because I don't want to take them in nor foot the bill.
If you don't know where babies come from, you're too stupid to pass along your gene pool through reproduction. Stop creating people too dumb to use a rubber. Please don't litter.
....and.... parenthood is a lifelong commitment. It's not a passing fashion phase you can discard in a year or two.
Here's another nugget of truth: There's no shortage of labor, there's a shortage of SKILLED labor. Know the difference.
The root of all of our problems stems from too many people. So, WHY do the poorest people pump out kids like a pez dispenser gone crazy? I'm not saying that being a parent is a privilege for the rich. I'm saying that don't have a litter of kids you can't afford to feed....and then get upset with me because I don't want to take them in nor foot the bill.
If you don't know where babies come from, you're too stupid to pass along your gene pool through reproduction. Stop creating people too dumb to use a rubber. Please don't litter.
....and.... parenthood is a lifelong commitment. It's not a passing fashion phase you can discard in a year or two.
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