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Today politics won out over doing what was right. Pisses me off - especially when the person who chose political favor over transparency talks all about integrity. And I'm supposed to pretend I don't know this. Son of a ... I do my job why?

I downloaded the blogger app on my iPhone to see if it will help me say more on the blog. Not that I have anything to say at the moment.

I haven't blogged in ages.  Do people still blog? Or is this so 2010?  Why am I here tonight?  Two reasons.  One of my friends mentioned she has a blog (that reminded me I had one which made me think of reason 2 which is:) and I have started applying for jobs and got freaked out my blog, facebook page, twitter account, pinterest pinboard, linkedin profile and/or old-fashioned AOL email address, may be a deal breaker for some potential employer somewhere to determine my worth. And then that begs the question: How in a virtual world does one apply for a job without worrying about their web self undermining their chances? It's not like I have porn or photos of me simulating fellatio with a bratwurst on my accounts (can I just say "Thank God cell phones didn't have cameras when I went to college!" - not that I ever did anything like that with bratwurst), but what if someone doesn't like my obvious joy at finding Midget Elvis in Vegas? Or doesn't approve ...

The following things really friggin' annoy me: 1. People who put "at" at the end of a sentence.  2. It's isn't its. Jackass. C. Speeding through school zones and/or construction zones.  Stop being so pretentious - you're not that important. D. Men who forget to tell me they're married.  5. Passive-aggressive emailers.  You have a question for me (or even better, a problem)? Email me. Not me, my boss, the boss of my boss, your boss, your boss's boss, and the janitor.  If I can answer your question, or fix your problem, I will.  Adding all of those people to the email will not make me help you better or faster.  Jackass. 6.Using the word "random" in place of "odd" or "surprising." Running into your junior high gym teacher at Safeway is not "random;" most people buy groceries. 7. Text message relationships. 8. Toe sucking.  No mouth that wants my toes in it will EVER kiss me. 9. Reporters who call at 1645 ...

DC Boy and I met in August 2007 on a plane home from Puerto Rico.  We were row mates.  His blue eyes mixed well with my Bloody Mary(s) and the tranquil ocean seas between San Juan and Miami.  We exchanged business cards and I thought that was that. A few weeks later I received an email and we've been emailing daily, sometimes hourly, ever since.  Until last week, anyway. Last week was a winner.  Started out with what I thought was a broken washing machine.  That ended up being a backed up sewer pipe.  While trying to fix that, the garage door broke, the heater went out and I had a complete and utter chick breakdown. Hysterical sobs, snot, the whole nine yards.  I was damn sexy! DC Boy was there telling me all would be well. And just when I thought the week from hell was over, some 17-year-old decided to turn in front of me at an an intersection.  The airbag hit my face, the seat belt ratcheted against my sternum and the crock pot in the...

I wonder how long it will take for me to stop writing 2010 on invitations, releases, and checks (yes, I still use them for some things).  Last year I was really good at not writing 2009 - for about two weeks.  Then for some reason in the middle of January I couldn't for the life of me say, think, write or type 2010.  That was my first clue. End of March was clue No. 2.  I was supposed to meet a friend and he didn't show.  Typical.  I haven't seen him in years.  Each time he swears the next time we'll get together. There were other clues that I conveniently didn't notice.  Being a blonde is sometimes not a stereotype. I'm not saying 2010 sucked donkey spit, but it sure didn't smell like roses.  Nothing of note really, nothing to say, 20 years from now, "Hey, remember in 2010 when ..." Here's hoping there's something in 2011 that will spark a good memory in 20 years.

Happy holidays, It’s a few days before Christmas and I’m amazed at the lack of Christmas letters I’ve received. More and more cards are coming with only signatures or maybe a photo. Can we thank Facebook and the other social networking sites for the death of the dreaded Christmas letter? Or did my friends realize, as I have, that really the only way to do Christmas is to start in June when the first decorations pop out at Hobby Lobby; otherwise, it’s the Sunday before Christmas and you realize the only décor at your house is a candy dish and holiday-themed wine glass charms, and there’s no friggin’ way you’re putting up a tree now. With this letter I am not attempting to bring back a tradition that can be as painful as eating Grandma’s fruitcake, but instead realizing I’m just too behind the power curve (i.e. lazy) to write separate cards, address envelopes and go buy stamps. Instead, I’m calling this a letter, putting it here, on my blog, and letting people know it’s there. I’m em...