Everyday, driving down the road I see one. It's sometimes right in front of my eyes. Sometimes I pass it, and sometimes it passes me. It's another fucking 2004 Election bumper sticker supporting George W. Bush. The election has been over for over six months. Take the damn things off. And you people with the Kerry and Edwards election poster, take it off your lawn. You know who you are. I see it every day when I go to work. I'm sick of it all.
I bet those people with Bush bumper stickers were the same people who as children couldn't pass up a chance to go up to your face and say "i beat you. i'm better than you. you can't stop me." And don't think the Kerry supporters aren't thinking, "i told you so. i told you so." Both sides, fucking childish. Remind me to switch my party to Independent. Granted I won't be able to vote in the primary for a General Election candidate, but that shouldn't really matter. There's no one good to vote for anyways. Politicians are just a bunch of lying, greedy, assholes. Yep. That's what they are. And every four years my shoulders slump and I realize, "these are my only choices." Can I move to Antarctica? Please!!! I'll start my own frozen colony.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Only at Wal-Mart
In the past two days I've read news articles that just makes me want to roll my eyes. Both concern the ever evolving, but not always loved, superstore... Walmart. Everyday low price store where the part-time workers won't ever be promoted to full-time because the Powers -That-Be don't want to pay the extra money. But that's beside the point.
Article number one (which I can't find the link for) concerns a mother taking her 2 - 3 year old child to Walmart at midnight (or later) because her child couldn't sleep. A little information before I continue. Walmart provides games for the customers to play in the outside lobby. This one particular game is a skill's game where an individual pays a quarter in an attempt to grab a small plush toy from a crane that drops down and picks items up. The area were the toys are located is roomy. If you are able to grab a toy with the crane, the crane opens up to a "box" of some sort where the individual and grab their prize. On with the story...
The article labeled the child as a Houdini. Why? Because the mother turned her head for a couple of seconds and her child climbed his way into the "box" and further into the area where the toys are. (The article had a picture and it's better to understand when you see it.) So here this 2 -3 year old child is playing with plush toys and swinging on this bar which holds the crane. And what does the mother and other customers do...? They laugh and take pictures. Until they realize that hey, there's no key to open this game and get her child out. Um, getting the child out would have been my first thought.
My second thought, and the thought that comes to my head every time I go to a store after midnight and encounter adults with their crying children is, "what the fuck are you doing here? take your child home. can't you hear him/her crying? your child wants to sleep and I want to shop in peace." See the mother from the article took her child to Walmart because he couldn't sleep. My definition, her child was fussy. Then why bring your child to Walmart? Oh, I know why, because you want to irritate us other people. We have to endure you child's cries too. Wow. Have I said thank you for that lately.
Now, I certainly don't blame the children. They cry. It's a part of life. It's gonna happen. But for crying out loud parents, don't bring them around me.
Article number Two. I think I read this article from the BBC news. Stores are now attempting on having Single's Nights. The article specifically talked about Walmart and Home Depot. Even more specifically, I believe the article mentioned a Walmart in Germany. Customers have the option of tying red bows on the front of their shopping cart to let others know they are single and searching. A little red bow is available if you are shy. They even provide Single's "stopping points" within the store were singles can gather and talk. The frozen food aisle was one "stopping point" mentioned. I'm thinking, "um, condoms" Might even want to lower the prices on those.
My friend suggested Home Depot. We've seen the guys at our local Walmart.
Article number one (which I can't find the link for) concerns a mother taking her 2 - 3 year old child to Walmart at midnight (or later) because her child couldn't sleep. A little information before I continue. Walmart provides games for the customers to play in the outside lobby. This one particular game is a skill's game where an individual pays a quarter in an attempt to grab a small plush toy from a crane that drops down and picks items up. The area were the toys are located is roomy. If you are able to grab a toy with the crane, the crane opens up to a "box" of some sort where the individual and grab their prize. On with the story...
The article labeled the child as a Houdini. Why? Because the mother turned her head for a couple of seconds and her child climbed his way into the "box" and further into the area where the toys are. (The article had a picture and it's better to understand when you see it.) So here this 2 -3 year old child is playing with plush toys and swinging on this bar which holds the crane. And what does the mother and other customers do...? They laugh and take pictures. Until they realize that hey, there's no key to open this game and get her child out. Um, getting the child out would have been my first thought.
My second thought, and the thought that comes to my head every time I go to a store after midnight and encounter adults with their crying children is, "what the fuck are you doing here? take your child home. can't you hear him/her crying? your child wants to sleep and I want to shop in peace." See the mother from the article took her child to Walmart because he couldn't sleep. My definition, her child was fussy. Then why bring your child to Walmart? Oh, I know why, because you want to irritate us other people. We have to endure you child's cries too. Wow. Have I said thank you for that lately.
Now, I certainly don't blame the children. They cry. It's a part of life. It's gonna happen. But for crying out loud parents, don't bring them around me.
Article number Two. I think I read this article from the BBC news. Stores are now attempting on having Single's Nights. The article specifically talked about Walmart and Home Depot. Even more specifically, I believe the article mentioned a Walmart in Germany. Customers have the option of tying red bows on the front of their shopping cart to let others know they are single and searching. A little red bow is available if you are shy. They even provide Single's "stopping points" within the store were singles can gather and talk. The frozen food aisle was one "stopping point" mentioned. I'm thinking, "um, condoms" Might even want to lower the prices on those.
My friend suggested Home Depot. We've seen the guys at our local Walmart.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
She can drive me f*cking nuts
There are times when my co-worker can drive me nuts. And we aren't even at work. We are at the bar with some of our other co-workers. I become so agitated that I can't even enjoy myself. I shut down. Stupid of me ofcourse. To become so agitated with her behavior that mine changes.
I'll set the stage for this... We both agree that one of the regulars at the bar is "eye candy." I'm not one to usually like a guy on looks alone, but he's "eye candy." I'd like to know what kind of personality he has, because that will prove if he's really handsome (looks + good personality = handsome), or if he's just "eye candy." He seems to have a fun loving attitude, with a good sense of humor. Sometimes a crude sense of humor, but I like that.
Anyways, my co-worker and I agree that he's "eye candy," the way respond to him is different. I'm not aggressive in my approach to guys. Never have been, and I wouldn't be comfortable starting now. She on the other, can be aggressive. Maybe "sly" is the better word. She's a flirt. An outrageous flirt from what I've been told. I'm clueless at flirting. Fucking clueless. Incredibly shy. I'd rather be personable than flirty, but watching her flirt with him drives me fucking nuts.
Here's what I mean when about being personable. I noticed he was limping tonight. I may have been watching the NBA East Coast Finals on the big screen at the bar, but I was also keeping my eye on him. He comes to our table and he's standing beside me and I ask, "is your ankle o.k.? I noticed you were limping." He proceeds to tell me that he's hurt his knee and he feels he's getting old. I say he's about 34. I know my question wasn't flirty, but it showed that I was interested in his welfare. Oh for crying out loud. Am I really that stupid? What guy is really touched by a woman who cares about his welfare? Why would he want that when there is another girl just two feet away with a clinging cotton t-shirt showing her D or maybe DD breasts. And she's kinda petite, so her breast are going to be noticed. You're blind if you don't. And, she's got the "balls" to lean over, look him in the eye, and ask "are you available?" (I actually didn't see this but she told me she did this.) She was actually referring to something else, but she wanted to see his reaction.
Maybe the "are you available?" question really works. I don't know. He may have joked with her but he was touching me. (O.k, only in a friendly manner, but I'll take that.)
If I keep going on like this, I'm going to compare myself to her. I don't usually win in comparison games like this, but I would have a good shot. (I think I have a better personality.)
Granted I'm not always the most bubbly person in the world, but I like to think I have a kind heart and I'm genuinely interested in people. And I don't have this god awful need to be right all the time. That's SO iritating.
I think I've fillled my weekly quotia on talking bad about someone. I'll stop for now.
I'll set the stage for this... We both agree that one of the regulars at the bar is "eye candy." I'm not one to usually like a guy on looks alone, but he's "eye candy." I'd like to know what kind of personality he has, because that will prove if he's really handsome (looks + good personality = handsome), or if he's just "eye candy." He seems to have a fun loving attitude, with a good sense of humor. Sometimes a crude sense of humor, but I like that.
Anyways, my co-worker and I agree that he's "eye candy," the way respond to him is different. I'm not aggressive in my approach to guys. Never have been, and I wouldn't be comfortable starting now. She on the other, can be aggressive. Maybe "sly" is the better word. She's a flirt. An outrageous flirt from what I've been told. I'm clueless at flirting. Fucking clueless. Incredibly shy. I'd rather be personable than flirty, but watching her flirt with him drives me fucking nuts.
Here's what I mean when about being personable. I noticed he was limping tonight. I may have been watching the NBA East Coast Finals on the big screen at the bar, but I was also keeping my eye on him. He comes to our table and he's standing beside me and I ask, "is your ankle o.k.? I noticed you were limping." He proceeds to tell me that he's hurt his knee and he feels he's getting old. I say he's about 34. I know my question wasn't flirty, but it showed that I was interested in his welfare. Oh for crying out loud. Am I really that stupid? What guy is really touched by a woman who cares about his welfare? Why would he want that when there is another girl just two feet away with a clinging cotton t-shirt showing her D or maybe DD breasts. And she's kinda petite, so her breast are going to be noticed. You're blind if you don't. And, she's got the "balls" to lean over, look him in the eye, and ask "are you available?" (I actually didn't see this but she told me she did this.) She was actually referring to something else, but she wanted to see his reaction.
Maybe the "are you available?" question really works. I don't know. He may have joked with her but he was touching me. (O.k, only in a friendly manner, but I'll take that.)
If I keep going on like this, I'm going to compare myself to her. I don't usually win in comparison games like this, but I would have a good shot. (I think I have a better personality.)
Granted I'm not always the most bubbly person in the world, but I like to think I have a kind heart and I'm genuinely interested in people. And I don't have this god awful need to be right all the time. That's SO iritating.
I think I've fillled my weekly quotia on talking bad about someone. I'll stop for now.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Speed Dating
I have a friend who can talk me into almost anything. (I just get tired of trying to say no. She wears me down.) So, she's got into her head that we ought to try speed dating. Let me tell you, she has researched this thing to the very detail. Me, I've only heard about it. I know the basic details and know that I don't want any part of it.
From what she tells me, these "Speed Date" events occur at coffee shops, the men are the ones who usually move from woman to woman, and you only have a couple of minutes to talk with the individual. What can you say in only a few minutes? ...
"Hi."
"How are you?"
"It was nice saying hi to you."
"Have a good night."
"Bye."
Okay, maybe I'm being really sarcastic and cynical about the whole thing. She tells me the concept is based on first impressions. See, that's the bad thing. I'm not the best with first impressions. I need the 3rd or 4th impression. I don't believe in love in first sight. Lust at first sight? Absolutely. Infact, I've had that many of times. Probably speed dating isn't for the 'love at first sight' concept. At least I hope not. It's has to be the lust factor.
My friend will probably talk me into this thing. I can't let her do it alone, and since she really wants to do it (but not alone), I'll have to do it. I can tolerate it for one night. I mean it's 'Speed Dating.' It shouldn't take all night.
From what she tells me, these "Speed Date" events occur at coffee shops, the men are the ones who usually move from woman to woman, and you only have a couple of minutes to talk with the individual. What can you say in only a few minutes? ...
"Hi."
"How are you?"
"It was nice saying hi to you."
"Have a good night."
"Bye."
Okay, maybe I'm being really sarcastic and cynical about the whole thing. She tells me the concept is based on first impressions. See, that's the bad thing. I'm not the best with first impressions. I need the 3rd or 4th impression. I don't believe in love in first sight. Lust at first sight? Absolutely. Infact, I've had that many of times. Probably speed dating isn't for the 'love at first sight' concept. At least I hope not. It's has to be the lust factor.
My friend will probably talk me into this thing. I can't let her do it alone, and since she really wants to do it (but not alone), I'll have to do it. I can tolerate it for one night. I mean it's 'Speed Dating.' It shouldn't take all night.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Getting Back Home
I moved to Ohio about 8 months ago. Since that time, I've wondered when will I have the chance to return back home. Will there even be a possibility? I like to rely on my gut instinct. There are just times when timing isn't right. And sometimes the Higher Power shouts a "no" to you (yes that has happened, and I was smart to listen). But how do you quiet the green jealous monster inside that wants to develop when I hear my friend has the opportunity to return home? Our home is virtually the same place. I listen to my gut. The timing isn't right. The timing is perfect for my friend. I'm finally getting settled in Ohio, and I need to explore this place. It's all in the outlook. (That's my rose-colored glasses talking.)
All in all, I hope she this opportunity works out for her. There's a slow desire building in my heart to find out what there is to enjoy while I'm here. Take the time to discover myself. See what I'm made of. I never really had the chance to do that back home. We'll see what happens.
All in all, I hope she this opportunity works out for her. There's a slow desire building in my heart to find out what there is to enjoy while I'm here. Take the time to discover myself. See what I'm made of. I never really had the chance to do that back home. We'll see what happens.
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