The Mirror

Sometimes the hardest place to look when things go awry is in the mirror.  We all want to place blame on other people and external reasons -- much of the time it's us. 

We are all part of our problems. 

Media Maggots

I suppose the media thinks they are exempt from respecting the wishes of the family. 

Robin Williams: Dead

GUESS WHAT!!!!   NFS!!!!!!!!  HEY!!!!!  ROBIN WILLIAMS DIED!!!!!!!

enough already

Because he grew up and lived around here just about everybody has a "personal story" about their knowing Mr. Williams.

enough of that, too

I'm already over-saturated with the news coverage of the Bored Moms on Prozac who met him once at a gala fundraising event and comment (on camera of course) saying 'what a nice, thoughtful guy he was.'

Really?  I'm waiting to for somebody to get on camera and say, "He was a bi-polar, had ADD, and was addicted to drugs and alcohol.  He was a complete asshole to be around."

With all due respect to Mr. Williams, I do feel for the tortured souls in this world.  People like him understand the delicate state of the human condition.  He was not impressed with people and or society.  He gets it.  That's why he wanted out of here. 

Unwanted Advice

Thank you.  I never knew you understood my deepest thoughts and life experiences.  You are an automatic wizard at my family dysfunction and dynamics.  You don't even really know me.  In fact, you don't know me at all.  But yet, you are an ordained judge on my life.  You think you know better than I on how to run my life.  Oooooooh YES!  You are the freelance busybody/psychologist I *know* who will save MY LIFE.  THANK YOU...... (gag) ....You think that you can diagnose my human condition and freely blabber unsolicited advice over the BUNKO dice with all the other 'bored moms on Prozac.'

.....i knew deep down there was a reason I want to kill you all in your sleep....

Please stop.  Freelance Busybodies are the bane of the universe.  Ironically, you are all the 'bored moms on prozac' who smile at PTA meetings while serving oven-fresh, warm cookies and simultaneously poisoning the tea.

Seriously, there is a reason the PTA is targeted as a domestic terrorist group.  You all think I'm kidding.  I'm not. 

 

My Sister and the Death of an Old Flame

I was on the phone last night to my sister for about 2 hours.  She's got a heavy load and I do not envy her life.  On the outside it all looks so perfect and normal.  Growing up I was always envious of her.  She always had a following of beaus who were more than willing to jump through hoops for her. 

Anyway, she had this boyfriend in high school who was extremely good looking.  He loved my sister and I always thought they made a beautiful couple.  He was 1/2 Native American and together would have had the most gorgeous kids.  Life pulls people in different directions and they ended up parting ways but I *know* they always held a flame for each other. 

Time passes 35 years.  Old Flame looks up my sister on Facebook.  Time was not kind to Old Flame.  He did marry, but divorced.  He had a chronic disease that left him unable to walk.  However, he rode his "scooter" down to the corner bar everyday. 

My sister told me last night that Old Flame died on Thursday.  I can tell she's bothered.

In my possession I still have a bracelet that I wear to this day that Old Flame gave to my sister. 

There is also a song that reminds me of Old Flame from the days he courted my sister and we'd all drive down Central Avenue (me being annoying little sister in the back seat) and this song would come on the radio while Old Flame was chugging a beer and smoking a joint.  So much for parental supervision in the 1970's!!!!!  It's a great song, so scroll down, hit play....toke....and think of Old Flame. 

Buh-BYE: Work People You Will NOT Miss

Thank GODDESSES that an East Bay colleague of mine has taken the vacant manager's post in Las Vegas.  The East Bay Guy has been driving me up a wall for the past 5-6 years!  He's a Mormon (and loves to tell you all about it), and is from Los Angeles -- the base where scum usually proliferates and spreads north.  He dons the flashy, bleachy-white-toothy-grin while he's looking you in the eye and smiling while the knife is twisting in your back.

See, the heat is on so he needs to move on.  He's like a locust.  He comes into an area, gobbles up what he can, and when resources run scarce he's moving on down the road.  I've witnessed some less-than-straight-up business deals and loans he's put his name on and tried to pull in others in my industry.  I never took the bait so I was "blacklisted."

Before the heat came down, East Bay Guy was calling regional meeting after regional meeting mainly to monopolize the podium/microphone in front of a captive audience praising himself and his "accomplishments."  Now that the Las Vegas position has been filled, the glorious silence from the East Bay is a welcome reprieve now that grandstanding in Northern California is a moot point and will no longer serve his career objectives.  

Let's just say that the Department of Labor is interested in East Bay Guy's handiwork.  He now thinks he can seek refuge in a murky sea of thugs in Las Vegas.

We will see.

I'm happy because I don't have to listen to him anymore:)

White Trash: Reno

I have not been to Reno since my son turned 21 a few years back and we took the train from Martinez.  I highly recommend taking the train and doing so.  It's so beautiful and relaxing.  You see so many things not visible blazing at top speed on Interstate 80.  One thing is the obvious void of Chevron gas stations, Starbucks, La Quinta hotels, and Taco Bell.  The observation car on the train shows you spectacular views that we never knew existed all the years we have all gone back and forth from Tahoe/Reno. 

It was Hot August Nights up in Reno this past weekend.  Wow.  I so appreciate the cars, but the people up there were down right out of a scene from WalMart shoppers on crack. 

No, I take that back.  There were plenty of obese WalMart-types on scooters with their fat hanging off of all sides and oxygen tank side cars, all the while a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other.  Damn.  That made pressing the button on the 'wheel of fortune progressive slot' even MORE of a challenge! 

Anyway, this is not about bashing everybody up in Reno.  Despite their sometimes crusty appearance I have to say that they are super friendly and not the stuck-up types I'm used to dealing with at fancy-schmancy, high-end resorts.  White Trash will actually *TALK* to you, genuinely *SMILE* and *LAUGH* -- something I find lacking Ohh La La Resort and Spa. 

Here is where White Trash takes the lead.  They have no misconceptions about who and what they are.  They embrace it all and have a good time with it.  On the other hand, the "Ohh La La Boutique and Spa" people have a major stick inserted in all major orifices and will only talk to you if they think it will somehow better their image and/or career.  They are so fake and superficial. 

WHITE TRASH IS WHERE IT'S AT, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should not have said anything, as now it will become super trendy..... the Ohh La La Boutique and Spa people will try to capitalize on it.  Just like being a hick "organic" farmer.