me: A Blog

Sifting through this blogging site I've had for longer than I thought. I have written some funny shit. I've also written some pathetic - but still in a funny way - shit. I don't see that changing anytime soon. These days blogs are places people sell cool homemade macramé underwear and coasters made from children's pasta art. People make a lot of money blogging. My friend had a blog for almost 4 years. She painted her nails, took a picture, and told people what she thought of the polish.  She had thousands of people reading her blog. Thousands. For nail polish. Companies sent her polish so she would take a picture of the bottle being held in her prettily painted talons.  I need a kid in pre-school. I have pasta.  And mod podge. I'm just "blogging" to type. I have thoughts.  They need to be put down somewhere and paper and pencil isn't as easy to come by when I have work, banking and Facebook occupying my time on my computer. Don't make me sit in...

Note: I found this entry from a few - OK, 5 - years ago.  I don't have any reason to update it; the list hasn't really changed.  I did delete No. 17 where I complained about the complexion of the "infomercial dude" because I don't know even know if he's still around - but if he is, his skin color is most likely still nasty. Oh, and today is a Tuesday. 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 ...

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...