Apparently, blood donors are very jolly! Specifically the pheresis donors (they donate platlets and plasma). Yesterday, there was a never ending influx of stuff that they brought in for us...cookies, chocolates, cakes, cheesecake....it was wonderful.
We have radio ads running right now, about the critical shortages, especially of type O (positive and negative) blood. So this lady comes in....about five minutes before closing time. Then she tells us she's a slow bleeder. THEN she acts like a prima donna throughout the whole process...and she did bleed slow! We had five or six people right before we closed...we aren't allowed to turn them away. I think we were about 45 minutes late getting out. That's a wee bit annoying.
What's worse though, is the traffic. Good lord the traffic! Why do people turn in to morons at the holidays? It's like being on a road full of teenagers who've just gotten their learner permits! I know you must have seen the 5 speed limit signs you passed, all of which said 55mph. Why do you insist on driving 35 miles per hour, on a busy highway? Get OFF the highway and take the side roads if you want to drive slow. I am with everyone else...I want the bumper sticker...when I get old I am moving north and driving slow!!!
On another note, I got a 94% on my final exam at school!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Work, School, Christmas, Random News
Ok, so I am not quite as busy as I ought to be for Christmas. I haven't done any shopping. I'm horrible at that.
I started work at the Blood Bank on Monday. So far, it's nice there...slow paced, small, friendly people. The needles are freaking huge, which is a bit intimidating, to be honest. I'm exhausted, but the first check will be awfully nice.
I had my last class tonight (Tuesday), and I got a 94% on my final exam.
So have you all heard about Miss USA or Miss America, or whatever Drunkie the Pageant Queen stood for? They were going to take her crown away because she drinks and was doing drugs? Donald Trump stepped in and allowed her to keep it. What does he have to do with it? Does anyone really care? Does anyone even WATCH these silly pageants anymore? Heaven forbid we skip that story in lieu of some REAL news right? God no....instead we have to hear all about the pageant queen's exploits, Brittany's aversion to wearing underwear, and Paris' hatred for Lindsay. WHO CARES PEOPLE?! Good lord...if people in this country paid half as much attention to what's going on in the world (the IMPORTANT THINGS!) as they do to pop culture and hollywood gossip, perhaps things would get done in this country.
I started work at the Blood Bank on Monday. So far, it's nice there...slow paced, small, friendly people. The needles are freaking huge, which is a bit intimidating, to be honest. I'm exhausted, but the first check will be awfully nice.
I had my last class tonight (Tuesday), and I got a 94% on my final exam.
So have you all heard about Miss USA or Miss America, or whatever Drunkie the Pageant Queen stood for? They were going to take her crown away because she drinks and was doing drugs? Donald Trump stepped in and allowed her to keep it. What does he have to do with it? Does anyone really care? Does anyone even WATCH these silly pageants anymore? Heaven forbid we skip that story in lieu of some REAL news right? God no....instead we have to hear all about the pageant queen's exploits, Brittany's aversion to wearing underwear, and Paris' hatred for Lindsay. WHO CARES PEOPLE?! Good lord...if people in this country paid half as much attention to what's going on in the world (the IMPORTANT THINGS!) as they do to pop culture and hollywood gossip, perhaps things would get done in this country.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
People Confuse Me
Saturday night, the 9th, we had our family holiday celebration at Epcot. The high ups at the Port had 2 buses to take us over there and back so we wouldn't have to drive ourselves. Great. Cory and I get there just in time to make the second bus, due to the fact that I really suck with directions, and I thought that it would be at the McDonald's at I-95 and 520, but it was actually at 524 and Clearlake Rd.
So we get to Epcot, and I kid you not we spent about 45 minutes on the bus. The driver wanted to drop us at the regular entrance, from the "Event Parking" lot. That's a long walk to the back of the World Showcase in evening wear. He argued with my bosses (all the supervisors were on the same bus as I was) that he wasn't authorized to take us back to the Cast Member entrance. HELLO! What on earth did you think you were going to do with a bus full of cast members?? On what planet would we not be authorized to go to a CAST MEMBER entrance, seeing as we ARE cast members? And why on earth would you not listen to people that are far higher up on the proverbial totem pole than you are?
We got into the party nearly an hour late. It was gorgeous though...it was all decorated in a Mardi Gras/Masquerade theme. The food was great, they gave lots of prizes away. They had a beer/wine bar, which every person got tickets for (2 free drinks per person). The decorations were really nice, and they had those nifty screens all over the place. Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, and Goofy were on hand to dance with. You know, I was really amused by that...I felt like a kid again lol. And Mickey and Minnie were available for photos, which were taken for free, and will be sent to us shortly.
Cory and I took a stroll over to "Italy" and he bought me a beautiful Venitian mask, which was hand painted there by an italian artist.
So we get to Epcot, and I kid you not we spent about 45 minutes on the bus. The driver wanted to drop us at the regular entrance, from the "Event Parking" lot. That's a long walk to the back of the World Showcase in evening wear. He argued with my bosses (all the supervisors were on the same bus as I was) that he wasn't authorized to take us back to the Cast Member entrance. HELLO! What on earth did you think you were going to do with a bus full of cast members?? On what planet would we not be authorized to go to a CAST MEMBER entrance, seeing as we ARE cast members? And why on earth would you not listen to people that are far higher up on the proverbial totem pole than you are?
We got into the party nearly an hour late. It was gorgeous though...it was all decorated in a Mardi Gras/Masquerade theme. The food was great, they gave lots of prizes away. They had a beer/wine bar, which every person got tickets for (2 free drinks per person). The decorations were really nice, and they had those nifty screens all over the place. Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, and Goofy were on hand to dance with. You know, I was really amused by that...I felt like a kid again lol. And Mickey and Minnie were available for photos, which were taken for free, and will be sent to us shortly.
Cory and I took a stroll over to "Italy" and he bought me a beautiful Venitian mask, which was hand painted there by an italian artist.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Just a Mom?
I've always liked this one....you may have already seen it in your email box at some point. No smart ass commentary on this one...I love it as is!
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the
County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman
recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife'
covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found
myself in the same situation, this time at our own
Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it?
I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair
and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most
significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement
was written, in bold, black ink on the
official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new
interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my
voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then
the whole family) and already have four credits
(all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding
in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather
than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's
voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally
ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous
new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants --
ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the
County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman
recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a......?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife'
covers it," said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found
myself in the same situation, this time at our own
Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it?
I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair
and looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most
significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement
was written, in bold, black ink on the
official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new
interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my
voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
[what mother doesn't)
in the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then
the whole family) and already have four credits
(all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding
in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill
careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather
than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's
voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally
ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous
new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants --
ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development
program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than
"just another Mom." Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations"
and great grandmothers
"Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts
"Associate Research Assistants".
Sunday, December 03, 2006
What Women Say....
Yet another chain email type thing that I feel the need to comment on. You will find my comments in red.
Words that women use (when they can't just open their mouths and say what they freaking MEAN!)
~FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you
need to shut up.
An immature way of handling things, instead of saying "FINE" and huffing off, TALK THINGS OUT instead of freaking arguing. Yes ladies, it is sometimes a sad fact of life, sorry to disappoint you, but every now and then you have to let go of high school crap and learn to be the bigger person and discuss problems like an adult ::gasp!::
~FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five
minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game
before helping around the house.
Here's a concept....if you're going to need more than five minutes, freaking say so! And for the record ladies, it does not take a half an hour to get dressed. Most likely you've known how to dress yourself for years. Just pick something, stick to it, and move on to makeup and hair. And for the record, if it takes you more than a couple of minutes to put your makeup on, then it's probably time to chisel off a layer (or 3) and start over.
~NOTHING
this is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should
be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
If you're going to say that nothing is wrong, then mean it. Nobody is a mind reader...if something is wrong and you want to talk about it, then fucking say so. Otherwise, don't get pissy if people leave it at "nothing" and move on to more interesting topics.
~GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
If you don't want someone to do something, then again, SAY SO. I'm so tired of stupid moronic girl games. News flash...we all graduated quite some time ago!
~LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
over "Nothing"
If it really is "nothing" then don't argue about it. Loud sighs and eyerolling should only be accompanied by hair flips, foot stomps, and the phrase "I'm taking my toys and going home!" (understand my point here?)
~THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a
man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
This is the sibling to "nothing". If it's not OK than SAY SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you say it's ok, then they do it, then you have no freaking right to get pissy about it later.
~THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're
welcome.
~"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU
Ladies....grow a spine. If you mean "fuck you" then say it.
Words that women use (when they can't just open their mouths and say what they freaking MEAN!)
~FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you
need to shut up.
An immature way of handling things, instead of saying "FINE" and huffing off, TALK THINGS OUT instead of freaking arguing. Yes ladies, it is sometimes a sad fact of life, sorry to disappoint you, but every now and then you have to let go of high school crap and learn to be the bigger person and discuss problems like an adult ::gasp!::
~FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five
minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game
before helping around the house.
Here's a concept....if you're going to need more than five minutes, freaking say so! And for the record ladies, it does not take a half an hour to get dressed. Most likely you've known how to dress yourself for years. Just pick something, stick to it, and move on to makeup and hair. And for the record, if it takes you more than a couple of minutes to put your makeup on, then it's probably time to chisel off a layer (or 3) and start over.
~NOTHING
this is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should
be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"
If you're going to say that nothing is wrong, then mean it. Nobody is a mind reader...if something is wrong and you want to talk about it, then fucking say so. Otherwise, don't get pissy if people leave it at "nothing" and move on to more interesting topics.
~GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.
If you don't want someone to do something, then again, SAY SO. I'm so tired of stupid moronic girl games. News flash...we all graduated quite some time ago!
~LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often
misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and
wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you
over "Nothing"
If it really is "nothing" then don't argue about it. Loud sighs and eyerolling should only be accompanied by hair flips, foot stomps, and the phrase "I'm taking my toys and going home!" (understand my point here?)
~THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a
man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before
deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
This is the sibling to "nothing". If it's not OK than SAY SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you say it's ok, then they do it, then you have no freaking right to get pissy about it later.
~THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're
welcome.
~"Whatever"
...it's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU
Ladies....grow a spine. If you mean "fuck you" then say it.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wish me luck
Wish me luck. I have an interview with the blood bank Wednesday morning. I have heard they pay very very well, so hopefully I will get this job. Unfortunately, I will have no choice but to leave Disney if I get that job. Weekends are absolutely required. I would really rather not, but frankly, I would be an absolute moron to turn down a job, in the field I just went to school for, to keep Disney passes, don't you think? LOL.
Also, I've returned to Families.com blogging (yes, I am paid for it). It's a Disney blog, if you feel like it, check it out:
If you feel so inclined, link to it from your own site, I'd sure appreciate it!
Also, I've returned to Families.com blogging (yes, I am paid for it). It's a Disney blog, if you feel like it, check it out:
If you feel so inclined, link to it from your own site, I'd sure appreciate it!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
A Thought...
First, I want to say that if you're looking, and paying attention, you can find insightful thoughts everywhere. I found this one on my paper towels, of all places, and believe it or not, I noticed it at a time when I was feeling particularly down because it was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong.
You can't change the direction of the wind but you can adjust the sail. - Jonathan Swift
Now on to business, so to speak. I did it, I braved Wally world on Friday morning. Being a raging insomniac has it's benefits. The fact that I was still WIDE awake at 3 am helped me beat the majority of the crowds to the store. At least those who were wanting toys. For the really BIG things, like that $494 52" television, people had been there since 8pm on Thanksgiving day, they only had five of them to sell. Anyhow, I got the V.Smile and the Thomas the Tank Engine Giant Set. Sale began at 5am. I grabbed what I wanted and checked out at 5:02am. Quick, easy, and painless. I was home and in bed by 6am.
I have to retract part of what I said about Black Friday shoppers being insane. I actually ran into some really nice people there! A couple of ladies were chatting with me, and we all compared lists and talked about the different deals around the city. We chatted about the toys on sale...shared opinions of those toys. We made fun of a few crazies, and a few not so bright employees. The two things I wanted were set up such that there was a pretty god distance between them. Since I wanted the V.Smile most, I waited near that one. THREE different ladies (all mommies too!) offered to grab an extra V.Smile for me so I could wait near the Thomas stuff. I thanked them profusely, but declined. For whatever reason, there weren't any customers waiting for the Thomas set. I don't know why....any Thomas fanatic (or parent of one!) knows that the Thomas sets and accessories are REALLY expensive. For $50 you got 10 feet of track, five feet of road, Thomas, 13 of his friends, bridge, train depot, and a bunch of other accessories. The packaging states that when configured as pictured, it's about 6 feet by 8 feet! This set would cost a FORTUNE normally....at least (I'm guessing) $125. It's the motorized Thomas stuff, plastics. No, no WAY that the wooden set would ever come down that much (HA wishful thinking for sure!!!), but this set is cool too, and the snap together tracks and roads make it (I think) better for littler kids, as the tracks won't come apart as easily as the wooden ones.
That's all I have...it's way too late (early!), and I must go and fake happy at work in the morning. Off to meet my sleepy meds and my bed!
You can't change the direction of the wind but you can adjust the sail. - Jonathan Swift
Now on to business, so to speak. I did it, I braved Wally world on Friday morning. Being a raging insomniac has it's benefits. The fact that I was still WIDE awake at 3 am helped me beat the majority of the crowds to the store. At least those who were wanting toys. For the really BIG things, like that $494 52" television, people had been there since 8pm on Thanksgiving day, they only had five of them to sell. Anyhow, I got the V.Smile and the Thomas the Tank Engine Giant Set. Sale began at 5am. I grabbed what I wanted and checked out at 5:02am. Quick, easy, and painless. I was home and in bed by 6am.
I have to retract part of what I said about Black Friday shoppers being insane. I actually ran into some really nice people there! A couple of ladies were chatting with me, and we all compared lists and talked about the different deals around the city. We chatted about the toys on sale...shared opinions of those toys. We made fun of a few crazies, and a few not so bright employees. The two things I wanted were set up such that there was a pretty god distance between them. Since I wanted the V.Smile most, I waited near that one. THREE different ladies (all mommies too!) offered to grab an extra V.Smile for me so I could wait near the Thomas stuff. I thanked them profusely, but declined. For whatever reason, there weren't any customers waiting for the Thomas set. I don't know why....any Thomas fanatic (or parent of one!) knows that the Thomas sets and accessories are REALLY expensive. For $50 you got 10 feet of track, five feet of road, Thomas, 13 of his friends, bridge, train depot, and a bunch of other accessories. The packaging states that when configured as pictured, it's about 6 feet by 8 feet! This set would cost a FORTUNE normally....at least (I'm guessing) $125. It's the motorized Thomas stuff, plastics. No, no WAY that the wooden set would ever come down that much (HA wishful thinking for sure!!!), but this set is cool too, and the snap together tracks and roads make it (I think) better for littler kids, as the tracks won't come apart as easily as the wooden ones.
That's all I have...it's way too late (early!), and I must go and fake happy at work in the morning. Off to meet my sleepy meds and my bed!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Comments
I've switched to moderated comments, since some freaking morons keep posting SPAM in my comments section. Again, I am not intellectually deficient, so don't think that I will be stupid enough to join one of these spam-scam sites!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Turkey Day and a Dilemma
How was everyone's turkey day? I hope it was good for everyone! We had a great day. Cory's dinner went off without a hitch, as always. Beautiful, delicious turkey, as usual. He had the squash PERFECT, which is usually his only weakness. We never did eat the apple pie, no room for it! Daniel wanted mashed potatoes, and not much else of course.
It's 11:30 and I am debating still about going to Walmart in the morning. IF I do, I'll leave here about 2am. Maybe a bit earlier, I want to be there BEFORE the crazy crowds. I just want to grab the V.Smile and a couple movies, MAYBE a couple pairs of pajamas, but that's about it. I was going to get that brewstation for my mom, but she said she doesn't want a new coffee maker. She's a creature of habit...dear lord she'd still use a percolator if I'd let her. BLECH. Perc'ed coffee is pretty nasty stuff!
I'm still debating about going to EMT school. Money is a huge issue for us (newsflash: EMT's get paid CRAP! Which is why Cory and I don't always have much money!). Beyond that, Arrogant , Stupid and Self-serving Instructor (A.S.S. Instructor for short!) is a MAJOR issue for me. I know I can do the work, I know I can handle the job, I know I am up to the challenge. However, I have real issues with being treated like garbage, being treated as insignificant, subservient, inferior, and as if I am stupid. I don't honestly know if I can tolerate him. I've seen some BAD teachers in my days, but he is easily the worst.
I'll spend the rest of the holiday season making the decision. Perhaps I can get a higher dose of Xanax and then I can tolerate him lol. I can deal with anything and anyone if I am heavily medicated. Anyone want to contribute to my Xanax fund?!
It's 11:30 and I am debating still about going to Walmart in the morning. IF I do, I'll leave here about 2am. Maybe a bit earlier, I want to be there BEFORE the crazy crowds. I just want to grab the V.Smile and a couple movies, MAYBE a couple pairs of pajamas, but that's about it. I was going to get that brewstation for my mom, but she said she doesn't want a new coffee maker. She's a creature of habit...dear lord she'd still use a percolator if I'd let her. BLECH. Perc'ed coffee is pretty nasty stuff!
I'm still debating about going to EMT school. Money is a huge issue for us (newsflash: EMT's get paid CRAP! Which is why Cory and I don't always have much money!). Beyond that, Arrogant , Stupid and Self-serving Instructor (A.S.S. Instructor for short!) is a MAJOR issue for me. I know I can do the work, I know I can handle the job, I know I am up to the challenge. However, I have real issues with being treated like garbage, being treated as insignificant, subservient, inferior, and as if I am stupid. I don't honestly know if I can tolerate him. I've seen some BAD teachers in my days, but he is easily the worst.
I'll spend the rest of the holiday season making the decision. Perhaps I can get a higher dose of Xanax and then I can tolerate him lol. I can deal with anything and anyone if I am heavily medicated. Anyone want to contribute to my Xanax fund?!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Turkeys and Black Friday
Tomorrow is Turkey day. We have an 18lb bird brining right now. Cory follows the "Romancing the Bird" method for cooking a turkey, and it sounds completely odd and foreign to cook a bird in about three hours, I KNOW, but it always turns out REALLY well! Check it out if you have some time....there's still time to do your bird this way. And as an added bonus, it cooks so fast you don't have to get up at dark-thirty in the morning! Then he also makes his FABULOUS squash. Butternut squash, mash it up add a little brown sugar, and some bourbon. It's great! Candied yams are a favorite of mine, but nothing beats the mashed potatoes! I don't cook. I don't cook for people I LIKE that is. However I do make Waldorf Salad. I use the classic recipe, but mix a little sugar with the mayo to sweeten it up. Apparently it's not so popular down here, but it's a staple up north. It sounds gross, I know, but you don't taste MAYO because of the sugar, it tastes like a sweet creamy dressing. I've heard of people using Cool Whip or whipped cream instead, or even plain yogurt. It's cheaper to use the mayo, and the mayonnaise is richer and creamier. Modern Waldorf Salad recipes are also all over the place out there.
I am also making Cranberry-Orange relish this year. I refuse to use frozen cranberries, and I was finally able to find fresh ones at a decent price this year. It's super simple and really yummy. I remember making this in elementary school around Thanksgiving time. It was super easy, and really inexpensive, since I grew up on Cape Cod, and cranberries abound there. The only thing the teacher had to buy was Oranges. Kind of pricey up there, but you don't need MUCH to make this...it's a CRANBERRY relish, not an orange relish.
It makes me think about the bogs though. It was always so beautiful when they harvested the cranberry bogs. The picture at left is actually a bog I used to live next to. To the right is another pic of a bog being harvested.
I miss the holidays up north. So many things I remember doing are no longer even there. Like Edaville Railroad at Christmas time. (It's pronounced eee-duh-ville). It was a wonderland from a child's point of view, really.
I always felt that Thanksgiving was forgotten down here in school. Up north, especially in Mass. of course, it's taught from preschool on up. The history, which is a bit skewed I'm sure, but still, it's a BIG deal up there. Not so much here.
After Thanksgiving is, of course, Black Friday. Now I don't generally venture out into the battle field on BF. During many years in retail, I wasn't able to shop. I had to work. It wasn't scary then. I could get there early, hide behind my counter, and be safe. Shopping on the other hand, is madness. Watch the evening news on Friday. You're sure to hear about injuries, thefts, fights, stampedes, tramplings, lawsuits, and swindlers. WHY do people put themselves through that?! It has to be an INCREDIBLE deal on something I ALREADY planned to buy to get me to venture out. And I am not talking about $3-$4 off. It has to be REALLY REALLY great. I MIGHT venture out to Wally World to get the V-Smile for $30. They will also have that cool Brewstation for $25. Those are really great prices...both about half off, as you can see from the Amazon links. IF (and that's a BIG BIG IF!) I decide to go, I might pick up a few of the movies they'll have on sale for $2-$4 for stocking stuffers as well. I still don't know if I will though. That's awefully early to wake up, and some terribly scary crowds!
I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving. Eat plenty, enjoy time with family and friends, take some time to laugh with them, and appreciate that you have them to share your holiday with. We usually say what we're thankful for. I think that's important...even if it is a little cheesy. It's a great tradition to teach your kids. If you go out on Friday, wear your body armor, be CAREFUL! Check out these tips for shopping the BF deals. If anyone is willing to go with me to Wally World at Dark Thirty in the morning Friday, call me!
I am also making Cranberry-Orange relish this year. I refuse to use frozen cranberries, and I was finally able to find fresh ones at a decent price this year. It's super simple and really yummy. I remember making this in elementary school around Thanksgiving time. It was super easy, and really inexpensive, since I grew up on Cape Cod, and cranberries abound there. The only thing the teacher had to buy was Oranges. Kind of pricey up there, but you don't need MUCH to make this...it's a CRANBERRY relish, not an orange relish.
It makes me think about the bogs though. It was always so beautiful when they harvested the cranberry bogs. The picture at left is actually a bog I used to live next to. To the right is another pic of a bog being harvested.
I miss the holidays up north. So many things I remember doing are no longer even there. Like Edaville Railroad at Christmas time. (It's pronounced eee-duh-ville). It was a wonderland from a child's point of view, really.
I always felt that Thanksgiving was forgotten down here in school. Up north, especially in Mass. of course, it's taught from preschool on up. The history, which is a bit skewed I'm sure, but still, it's a BIG deal up there. Not so much here.
After Thanksgiving is, of course, Black Friday. Now I don't generally venture out into the battle field on BF. During many years in retail, I wasn't able to shop. I had to work. It wasn't scary then. I could get there early, hide behind my counter, and be safe. Shopping on the other hand, is madness. Watch the evening news on Friday. You're sure to hear about injuries, thefts, fights, stampedes, tramplings, lawsuits, and swindlers. WHY do people put themselves through that?! It has to be an INCREDIBLE deal on something I ALREADY planned to buy to get me to venture out. And I am not talking about $3-$4 off. It has to be REALLY REALLY great. I MIGHT venture out to Wally World to get the V-Smile for $30. They will also have that cool Brewstation for $25. Those are really great prices...both about half off, as you can see from the Amazon links. IF (and that's a BIG BIG IF!) I decide to go, I might pick up a few of the movies they'll have on sale for $2-$4 for stocking stuffers as well. I still don't know if I will though. That's awefully early to wake up, and some terribly scary crowds!
I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving. Eat plenty, enjoy time with family and friends, take some time to laugh with them, and appreciate that you have them to share your holiday with. We usually say what we're thankful for. I think that's important...even if it is a little cheesy. It's a great tradition to teach your kids. If you go out on Friday, wear your body armor, be CAREFUL! Check out these tips for shopping the BF deals. If anyone is willing to go with me to Wally World at Dark Thirty in the morning Friday, call me!
Sunday, November 19, 2006
It's a Small World
No, it really is lol. At work yesterday, I actually got to meet the woman that created the "It's a Small World" attraction for Disney. She's a sweet lady...and no, I did NOT pull that lame "I guess it's a small world" pun like I am using for my title on her! She was checking in for a cruise, and I got to check her in. It was odd to see a personnel badge that is dated 1942!
Other than that, I passed my Phlebotomy final exam, with a 94%, and I got all the sticks I needed, so I am pretty much officially a phlebotomist now. I start on EKG this week.
Work is going well...it's wicked easy, pretty mindless, so there's not much to report there.
We're setting up and getting ready for Thanksgiving here at home. Which means an oversized bird, and the traditional Cory vs my mom argument over how to cook the bird, and how to make the gravy, and how to do the potatoes and the squash. I just make my waldorf salad and hide till dinner.
Other than that, I passed my Phlebotomy final exam, with a 94%, and I got all the sticks I needed, so I am pretty much officially a phlebotomist now. I start on EKG this week.
Work is going well...it's wicked easy, pretty mindless, so there's not much to report there.
We're setting up and getting ready for Thanksgiving here at home. Which means an oversized bird, and the traditional Cory vs my mom argument over how to cook the bird, and how to make the gravy, and how to do the potatoes and the squash. I just make my waldorf salad and hide till dinner.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Not so Random Facts and Info
I stumbled across this page, and found a number of facts related to Disney, which I work for, proudly, and quite happily, as a cast member. This company really does treat us VERY well, despite the rather low pay (when you have THAT many employees, I'd imaging it's not easy to pay them all really high!).
Disney World in Florida was opened to the public in 1971. The amusement park was the largest in the world, set within 28,000 acres. It required a $400-million investment, and did not do well during the first year it was opened. Only 10,000 people visited Disney World during that initial year. With time, however, the attendance numbers rose to more than 10,000 people an hour.
Here are some basic fun facts about Walt Disney World, so the next time you choose to go, you'll have a few secrets up your sleeve.
You can see the monorails changing tracks early in the morning, if you get one of the first buses to Magic Kingdom you can see the tracks move to let a new monorail on.
If you make a right onto Center St. (the street that crosses Main at its center) you will here a singing lesson and a ballet class coming from the windows marked "Singing Lessons" and "School of Dance". They're quite neat to listen to.
While walking down Main Street, the Realty company building (M.T. Lott Realty). This name was one of Walt's fake names under which he purchased land in the Orlando area. If you read it fast it reads "Empty Lot". A reporter from Miami investigated the company and found out that the owner of M.T. Lott Realty was Mrs. Minnie Mouse. He did this so that when he bought the property the owners wouldn't jack up the prices on him knowing who he was. Walt bought his first acre of land for $80 and his last for $80,000
This is one of my favorite facts I never knew that I learned from "Traditions" the orientation class.
Haunted Mansion
does the floor descend or does the ceiling rise in the Haunted Mansion's Portrait Chamber (aka the stretching room)? Well...both--it depends on the location. As with Pirates of the Caribbean, the space-strapped Disneyland in California needed to transport guests to a large building beyond the park's berm. The Chamber is actually an elevator that takes guests down to an underground passageway, which leads to the show building. Disneyland Paris' Phantom Manor uses the same concept. In the Florida and Tokyo versions however, space is less of an issue, so the ride building is directly behind the facade. In those stretching rooms, the ceiling rises, and guests remain on the same level.
The Carousel of Progress, located in the magic Kingdom was first introduced at the New York Worlds Fair in 1963 and 1964. It was so successful that Walt Disney added the attraction to Disneyland in 1967. In 1973, the attraction was moved to Walt Disney World where it remains today.
Resort guests are welcome to ride in the front car of the monorail. when boarding, just ask the attendant if the seat is available. The front car can accommodate 4 people in addition to the operator. It's yours just for the asking.
Get those Fastpasses! Fastpasses save so much time and frustration that I still marvel at how many visitors don't take advantage of the system. When you enter the Magic Kingdom, have in mind which attraction you'd most like to experience and make a b-line for the Fastpass kiosk for that attraction. Your Fastpass time will most likely be an hour from the time you receive it, so that will give you plenty of time to shop, see another attraction, or get some breakfast if you planned on doing breakfast at the park.
Disney World in Florida was opened to the public in 1971. The amusement park was the largest in the world, set within 28,000 acres. It required a $400-million investment, and did not do well during the first year it was opened. Only 10,000 people visited Disney World during that initial year. With time, however, the attendance numbers rose to more than 10,000 people an hour.
Here are some basic fun facts about Walt Disney World, so the next time you choose to go, you'll have a few secrets up your sleeve.
You can see the monorails changing tracks early in the morning, if you get one of the first buses to Magic Kingdom you can see the tracks move to let a new monorail on.
If you make a right onto Center St. (the street that crosses Main at its center) you will here a singing lesson and a ballet class coming from the windows marked "Singing Lessons" and "School of Dance". They're quite neat to listen to.
While walking down Main Street, the Realty company building (M.T. Lott Realty). This name was one of Walt's fake names under which he purchased land in the Orlando area. If you read it fast it reads "Empty Lot". A reporter from Miami investigated the company and found out that the owner of M.T. Lott Realty was Mrs. Minnie Mouse. He did this so that when he bought the property the owners wouldn't jack up the prices on him knowing who he was. Walt bought his first acre of land for $80 and his last for $80,000
This is one of my favorite facts I never knew that I learned from "Traditions" the orientation class.
Haunted Mansion
does the floor descend or does the ceiling rise in the Haunted Mansion's Portrait Chamber (aka the stretching room)? Well...both--it depends on the location. As with Pirates of the Caribbean, the space-strapped Disneyland in California needed to transport guests to a large building beyond the park's berm. The Chamber is actually an elevator that takes guests down to an underground passageway, which leads to the show building. Disneyland Paris' Phantom Manor uses the same concept. In the Florida and Tokyo versions however, space is less of an issue, so the ride building is directly behind the facade. In those stretching rooms, the ceiling rises, and guests remain on the same level.
The Carousel of Progress, located in the magic Kingdom was first introduced at the New York Worlds Fair in 1963 and 1964. It was so successful that Walt Disney added the attraction to Disneyland in 1967. In 1973, the attraction was moved to Walt Disney World where it remains today.
Resort guests are welcome to ride in the front car of the monorail. when boarding, just ask the attendant if the seat is available. The front car can accommodate 4 people in addition to the operator. It's yours just for the asking.
Get those Fastpasses! Fastpasses save so much time and frustration that I still marvel at how many visitors don't take advantage of the system. When you enter the Magic Kingdom, have in mind which attraction you'd most like to experience and make a b-line for the Fastpass kiosk for that attraction. Your Fastpass time will most likely be an hour from the time you receive it, so that will give you plenty of time to shop, see another attraction, or get some breakfast if you planned on doing breakfast at the park.
Totally Random Useless Fact for Thursday
If you are hedenophobic, you have a fear of pleasure.
Can you imagine such a life? Never being able to get pleasure from anything because you have a terrible fear of being happy? Well, perhaps we all know people like that. Ever have a girl friend who was constantly choosing the wrong guy, even though she knew he was not good for her? Perhaps they actually have a fear of pleasure? Hmm....something to think about.
Can you imagine such a life? Never being able to get pleasure from anything because you have a terrible fear of being happy? Well, perhaps we all know people like that. Ever have a girl friend who was constantly choosing the wrong guy, even though she knew he was not good for her? Perhaps they actually have a fear of pleasure? Hmm....something to think about.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Stupid Jackasses
Don't SPAM my blog with comments about scams where I can make money spamming other people. Do I actually seem that intellectually deficient?
Friday, November 10, 2006
For my friends....
I feel the need to offset all of this negativity with some good thoughts. I want my friends to know how I feel, and how much I appreciate them. You have all had a hand in making me who I am, for whatever it's worth. Now please, all of you remember, that these aren't in a particular order lol.
Cory - The love of my life. You've had a big hand in making me the person I am today. You never cease to amaze me. You are so good at what you do, I just wish you were more confident in yourself. You are a wonderful EMT, and one day you will be a phenomenal medic. People respect you because you act in a way that is worthy of respect. I love you for the way you are always willing to help others, and I love the way you push others to be the best at what they do. YOU my dear, would make a phenomenal teacher. I love the way you love, with a fiery passion. I love that you know that it's the small things that mean so very much.
Jon - No matter what, you've always been there for me. I appreciate that you are always honest with me, and that you don't sugar coat things. You tell me what I NEED to hear, even though it's not always what I WANT to hear. You have helped me to have the confidence to do what I am doing in school now. You would also, make a phenomenal teacher. You teach in such a way that makes people WANT to be better at what they do. You're a kind man, with a huge heart. You're one of the truest friends a person could have, and always my best girlfriend ;)
Heather - What can I say? Jon chose a wonderful woman to be his partner for life. You are fiercely loyal as a friend, and endlessly caring and compassionate. I love you for always being there for me, and listening without judging me. You help me be a better mother, and I appreciate that. You cheered me on through my whole pregnancy, and help me to know that I don't have to be a super mom, I don't have to be a perfect mom, I just have to be a loving mom who wants the best for her child. It means so very much to me too, that you treat my son just like he is one of your own. I can see that it does so much for him, knowing that Auntie Heather loves him. Family is all to important, and you guys are my family just as much as my own blood.
Sheena - I don't have the space to tell you all I would like to. You saved me from myself. You made me choose to respect myself more. You make me want to be a better woman. You made me realize, when I had all but forgotten, that it's ok to be myself. That's all I have to be, and that I AM good enough. You treated me with the utmost respect, when a lesser woman wouldn't have. You were there for me even when you may have needed someone to be there for YOU more. You inspire me to try and be a better, nicer person, and you helped me re-learn how to let things go sometimes. You helped me to break down my walls, and remember how nice it feels not to be on guard all the time. You have a heart of gold, and don't you dare EVER let anyone take that away from you.
Laurie - You must be the sweetest person I have ever met. I've never met a more giving person. You were always there for me, to steady me when I falter, and to catch me when I fall, both figuratively and literally! You gave me confidence in myself as a mother. Thank you.
Pete - Aww Pete. You have always been able to make me laugh. You have always helped me when I really needed it. You've been a good friend to my Cory, and that means a lot to me as well. You're like a brother that neither of us ever actually had. You know what? Thanks for looking out for cory all those years.
Jaci - Well, I never knew late nights of Canasta and scrabble could be so fun. You made me remember how much fun it really can be to just have a "girls night"
Kelly - You're my number one fan dear. I mean that in the best way. Nobody has ever cheered me on like you do. You have so much confidence in me that I feel that I can't fail. Thank you for believing in me, and inspiring me (as well as enabling) to go after this career choice. I didn't really believe I could do it until I talked to you. I love that you are proud of me when I do well! That feels better than you can imagine. Like Sheena, you've always made me feel like it's ok to just BE myself. Just being me is good enough, and I never used to believe that.
Angelique - You are compassionate almost to a fault. You inspired a love for art in me, and taught me how to forgive, but more importantly, how to let go of a grudge. You were nice to me when you should have hated me. You took the first step, you were the bigger person, and I gained a good friend because of it.
Cory - The love of my life. You've had a big hand in making me the person I am today. You never cease to amaze me. You are so good at what you do, I just wish you were more confident in yourself. You are a wonderful EMT, and one day you will be a phenomenal medic. People respect you because you act in a way that is worthy of respect. I love you for the way you are always willing to help others, and I love the way you push others to be the best at what they do. YOU my dear, would make a phenomenal teacher. I love the way you love, with a fiery passion. I love that you know that it's the small things that mean so very much.
Jon - No matter what, you've always been there for me. I appreciate that you are always honest with me, and that you don't sugar coat things. You tell me what I NEED to hear, even though it's not always what I WANT to hear. You have helped me to have the confidence to do what I am doing in school now. You would also, make a phenomenal teacher. You teach in such a way that makes people WANT to be better at what they do. You're a kind man, with a huge heart. You're one of the truest friends a person could have, and always my best girlfriend ;)
Heather - What can I say? Jon chose a wonderful woman to be his partner for life. You are fiercely loyal as a friend, and endlessly caring and compassionate. I love you for always being there for me, and listening without judging me. You help me be a better mother, and I appreciate that. You cheered me on through my whole pregnancy, and help me to know that I don't have to be a super mom, I don't have to be a perfect mom, I just have to be a loving mom who wants the best for her child. It means so very much to me too, that you treat my son just like he is one of your own. I can see that it does so much for him, knowing that Auntie Heather loves him. Family is all to important, and you guys are my family just as much as my own blood.
Sheena - I don't have the space to tell you all I would like to. You saved me from myself. You made me choose to respect myself more. You make me want to be a better woman. You made me realize, when I had all but forgotten, that it's ok to be myself. That's all I have to be, and that I AM good enough. You treated me with the utmost respect, when a lesser woman wouldn't have. You were there for me even when you may have needed someone to be there for YOU more. You inspire me to try and be a better, nicer person, and you helped me re-learn how to let things go sometimes. You helped me to break down my walls, and remember how nice it feels not to be on guard all the time. You have a heart of gold, and don't you dare EVER let anyone take that away from you.
Laurie - You must be the sweetest person I have ever met. I've never met a more giving person. You were always there for me, to steady me when I falter, and to catch me when I fall, both figuratively and literally! You gave me confidence in myself as a mother. Thank you.
Pete - Aww Pete. You have always been able to make me laugh. You have always helped me when I really needed it. You've been a good friend to my Cory, and that means a lot to me as well. You're like a brother that neither of us ever actually had. You know what? Thanks for looking out for cory all those years.
Jaci - Well, I never knew late nights of Canasta and scrabble could be so fun. You made me remember how much fun it really can be to just have a "girls night"
Kelly - You're my number one fan dear. I mean that in the best way. Nobody has ever cheered me on like you do. You have so much confidence in me that I feel that I can't fail. Thank you for believing in me, and inspiring me (as well as enabling) to go after this career choice. I didn't really believe I could do it until I talked to you. I love that you are proud of me when I do well! That feels better than you can imagine. Like Sheena, you've always made me feel like it's ok to just BE myself. Just being me is good enough, and I never used to believe that.
Angelique - You are compassionate almost to a fault. You inspired a love for art in me, and taught me how to forgive, but more importantly, how to let go of a grudge. You were nice to me when you should have hated me. You took the first step, you were the bigger person, and I gained a good friend because of it.
Egotistical, self abosorbed....
Worst of all, he's a horrid teacher. What on earth would make anyone think they're a good teacher, when he can stand there, and cuss a student out in front of a classroom...and tell that student that they "disgust" him? What the hell? Not only did he cuss her out about it, it was for something that she did RIGHT.
A teacher shouldn't think that he knows everything, and I think a GOOD teacher is open to learning things from their students as well. A GOOD teacher inspires his students to do well, for the sake of bettering themselves, rather than out of fear of him. A GOOD teacher pushes his students to do well, and encourages them, he doesn't try to break them down and look for things to critcize them about.
“Don't try to fix the students, fix ourselves first. The good teacher makes the poor student good and the good student superior. When our students fail, we, as teachers, too, have failed.” - Marva Collins
It's become more and more apparent to me that this man is not a teacher. He teaches as if he is a dictator. He challenges his students in such a way that it appears that he delights in their failure. He wants them to fail. He cares about nothing but proving (or shall I say TRYING to prove) that he knows more than everyone. Sound like a small man complex to anyone else?
I think these things are so very apparent because this man doesnt teach me, he teaches a friend. At the same school, I am fortunate in that I have a WONDERFUL teacher. He readily admits that he doesn't know EVERYTHING, and he always welcomes new ideas. He seems to love getting questions that he has to think about. You can not get any criticizm out of this man without also hearing about what you did well. He's very encouraging...which is most likely why nobody in his class has less than an "A" average, even though his tests are challenging. He doesn't go easy on us, but he doesn't challenge us...instead he makes us want to challenge ourselves. He expects a lot from us, but he ALSO gives us the tools, the encouragement, and the confidence to achieve those high standards that he has set forth. He's never unavailable should we need help. He makes it abundantly clear that we should strive to learn more...not to please him, but to BETTER ourselves. He lets us know that he is proud of us. THAT is a good teacher. His colleage however, isn't even in the same league as him.
I hope that our program director comes to recognize this. He is also a great teacher. He is a teacher that every student at the school holds in the highest regard, because he genuinely seems, as does my instructor, that he wants to teach us, because he wants us to do well. He wants us to succeed. I WANT to take the other class, that the idiot teaches, but I won't. I cannot subject myself to that abuse. I refuse to be talked down to, when I know I am a smart person. It kills me to see him destroying these students' confidence, breaking them down, and likely discouraging many of them from even entering this noble career field.
HE disgusts me, moreso than any teacher I've ever met. He disgusts me even more than the teacher I once had who flat out called me stupid in the middle of class.
All I can say is, in my opinion, a teacher shouldn't act like he is the alpha male...he shouldn't act as if every student is there to challenge him and takeover, like he is protecting his ground. The truest measure of a good teacher is to teach the students so well that they may surpass him.
I feel bad for his students. They haven't got the confidence in themselves that they should have. They are the ones who are being hurt in all of this. Great...they paid a lot of money to be broken down and taught how to doubt themselves.
A teacher shouldn't think that he knows everything, and I think a GOOD teacher is open to learning things from their students as well. A GOOD teacher inspires his students to do well, for the sake of bettering themselves, rather than out of fear of him. A GOOD teacher pushes his students to do well, and encourages them, he doesn't try to break them down and look for things to critcize them about.
“Don't try to fix the students, fix ourselves first. The good teacher makes the poor student good and the good student superior. When our students fail, we, as teachers, too, have failed.” - Marva Collins
It's become more and more apparent to me that this man is not a teacher. He teaches as if he is a dictator. He challenges his students in such a way that it appears that he delights in their failure. He wants them to fail. He cares about nothing but proving (or shall I say TRYING to prove) that he knows more than everyone. Sound like a small man complex to anyone else?
I think these things are so very apparent because this man doesnt teach me, he teaches a friend. At the same school, I am fortunate in that I have a WONDERFUL teacher. He readily admits that he doesn't know EVERYTHING, and he always welcomes new ideas. He seems to love getting questions that he has to think about. You can not get any criticizm out of this man without also hearing about what you did well. He's very encouraging...which is most likely why nobody in his class has less than an "A" average, even though his tests are challenging. He doesn't go easy on us, but he doesn't challenge us...instead he makes us want to challenge ourselves. He expects a lot from us, but he ALSO gives us the tools, the encouragement, and the confidence to achieve those high standards that he has set forth. He's never unavailable should we need help. He makes it abundantly clear that we should strive to learn more...not to please him, but to BETTER ourselves. He lets us know that he is proud of us. THAT is a good teacher. His colleage however, isn't even in the same league as him.
I hope that our program director comes to recognize this. He is also a great teacher. He is a teacher that every student at the school holds in the highest regard, because he genuinely seems, as does my instructor, that he wants to teach us, because he wants us to do well. He wants us to succeed. I WANT to take the other class, that the idiot teaches, but I won't. I cannot subject myself to that abuse. I refuse to be talked down to, when I know I am a smart person. It kills me to see him destroying these students' confidence, breaking them down, and likely discouraging many of them from even entering this noble career field.
HE disgusts me, moreso than any teacher I've ever met. He disgusts me even more than the teacher I once had who flat out called me stupid in the middle of class.
All I can say is, in my opinion, a teacher shouldn't act like he is the alpha male...he shouldn't act as if every student is there to challenge him and takeover, like he is protecting his ground. The truest measure of a good teacher is to teach the students so well that they may surpass him.
I feel bad for his students. They haven't got the confidence in themselves that they should have. They are the ones who are being hurt in all of this. Great...they paid a lot of money to be broken down and taught how to doubt themselves.
Some Thoughts to Consider
Some thoughts from some quite brilliant folks, who thought to share these thoughts with the rest of us. Quotes are fun, I enjoy them. It's always handy to have something to throw into a piece of writing, or to a relevant situation. Not only does it make you sound smart, you might really help someone! And trust me....your brain is a use it or lose it thing. Always exercise your brain! Never call yourself stupid either!
Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I never loved another person the way I loved myself. - Mae West
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. - Mae West
I respect the man who knows distinctly what he wishes. The greater part of all mischief in the world arises from the fact that men do not sufficiently understand their own aims. They have undertaken to build a tower, and spend no more labor on the foundation than would be necessary to erect a hut. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Trust yourself, then you will know how to live. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be. - Anton Chekhov
Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. - Erica Jong
How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct. - Benjamin Disraeli
Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain - and most fools do. - Dale Carnegie
Ok....that's enough of the good thoughts. Now I am ready to rant some more about the man I hate. I don't even love to hate him. On to the next post.
Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I never loved another person the way I loved myself. - Mae West
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. - Mae West
I respect the man who knows distinctly what he wishes. The greater part of all mischief in the world arises from the fact that men do not sufficiently understand their own aims. They have undertaken to build a tower, and spend no more labor on the foundation than would be necessary to erect a hut. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Trust yourself, then you will know how to live. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be. - Anton Chekhov
Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. - Erica Jong
How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct. - Benjamin Disraeli
Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain - and most fools do. - Dale Carnegie
Ok....that's enough of the good thoughts. Now I am ready to rant some more about the man I hate. I don't even love to hate him. On to the next post.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Useless Fact of the Day
I really do try to learn something new every day. That's probably why I am a wealth of useless knowledge. It's a great trait for playing Trivial Pursuit though! I'm going to try and post a new one every day.
Proportional to their weight, men are stronger than horses
Proportional to their weight, men are stronger than horses
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Something to Chew On
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:
If you treat a person as he is, he will stay as he is; but if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.
Thought for today. I have a job fair at MIMA in a few hours, wish me luck! I will report more later on!
If you treat a person as he is, he will stay as he is; but if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.
Thought for today. I have a job fair at MIMA in a few hours, wish me luck! I will report more later on!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Jeans and a Rant
Well, my day was good I guess. We (Daniel and I) went to Target to pick up Cars, which came out on DVD today. Daniel LOVES this movie. So far, we're half way through, and it looks pretty cute. What I did find at Target was two new pairs of jeans, both clearanced for less than $7! I'm on a role this week! They also have some cute vintage mickey mouse stuff in the dollar spot. I picked up my prescription....for those of you who don't know, Walmart has that big deal about $4 generic prescriptions. Here's the thing...Target will match that. So you get better service, and still the cheap price (I really hate Walmart!).
I was watching TV today, and of course, tons of commercials for antidepressants come on. Ok, here's the thing. I DO think that antidepressants are a good thing, and they do have their place within a treatment regimen. HOWEVER, the problem with these commercials is that they are really screwing people up more! And the docs who are handing these things out like candy are even worse!
Take your average Zoloft commercial. Cute little sad lump. Then he takes a pill, and he's happy! Of course the whole time the voice over is telling you what depression is all about right? Wrong. First, the chemical imbalance thing is a myth, according to a lot of research, and in other countries, it's now illegal to advertise depression as a chemical imbalance.
These commercials are giving people an unrealistic view of what real depression is. It's not just the blues, because your life isn't going perfect right now. It's not a bad day. It's a never ending dark pit that you can't seem to crawl out of! Then, they give people an unrealistic expectation of what their pill should do, and what happy IS. These people don't realize that these pills aren't going to make you HAPPY, they are mood STABILIZERS. They should balance you out to some sense of normalcy, but there's no pill (legal one at least) that's going to instantly make you happy. So these people take the meds, they aren't happy, and they want something else. The thing is, the side effects of the pill are now mimicking another disorder, such as Bipolar. So now you need another medication. Now the problem is that the combo of meds for these disorders that probable aren't even existent in this patient has caused them to be sluggish all day, and anxious at night. They can't wake up when they should, and they can't sleep when they should. Add some Ritalin (aka SPEED for adults) and a sedative for night time. Then add some adult A.D.D. meds, since all those drugs racing through their system makes them unable to concentrate on anything for anything longer than a millisecond.
It's a vicious circle...that patients can't get out of, because they believe their doctor, who is actually quite irresponsible in even prescribing all this crap.
Moral of the rant....don't take meds that mess with your brain unless you REALLY need them. Don't see a family doc for emotional/mental problems. You wouldn't see a proctologist if you have cardiac problems would you? You wouldn't take your toddler to a geriatric specialist would you? See the APPROPRIATE specialist for the problem. A good doctor will nearly ALWAYS recommend therapy along with meds for treatment....in fact, most will insist on it. It's an important part of things. These meds alleviate symptoms, they don't cure the illness. It's like expecting Nyquil to cure your flu. It doesn't work like that.
I was watching TV today, and of course, tons of commercials for antidepressants come on. Ok, here's the thing. I DO think that antidepressants are a good thing, and they do have their place within a treatment regimen. HOWEVER, the problem with these commercials is that they are really screwing people up more! And the docs who are handing these things out like candy are even worse!
Take your average Zoloft commercial. Cute little sad lump. Then he takes a pill, and he's happy! Of course the whole time the voice over is telling you what depression is all about right? Wrong. First, the chemical imbalance thing is a myth, according to a lot of research, and in other countries, it's now illegal to advertise depression as a chemical imbalance.
These commercials are giving people an unrealistic view of what real depression is. It's not just the blues, because your life isn't going perfect right now. It's not a bad day. It's a never ending dark pit that you can't seem to crawl out of! Then, they give people an unrealistic expectation of what their pill should do, and what happy IS. These people don't realize that these pills aren't going to make you HAPPY, they are mood STABILIZERS. They should balance you out to some sense of normalcy, but there's no pill (legal one at least) that's going to instantly make you happy. So these people take the meds, they aren't happy, and they want something else. The thing is, the side effects of the pill are now mimicking another disorder, such as Bipolar. So now you need another medication. Now the problem is that the combo of meds for these disorders that probable aren't even existent in this patient has caused them to be sluggish all day, and anxious at night. They can't wake up when they should, and they can't sleep when they should. Add some Ritalin (aka SPEED for adults) and a sedative for night time. Then add some adult A.D.D. meds, since all those drugs racing through their system makes them unable to concentrate on anything for anything longer than a millisecond.
It's a vicious circle...that patients can't get out of, because they believe their doctor, who is actually quite irresponsible in even prescribing all this crap.
Moral of the rant....don't take meds that mess with your brain unless you REALLY need them. Don't see a family doc for emotional/mental problems. You wouldn't see a proctologist if you have cardiac problems would you? You wouldn't take your toddler to a geriatric specialist would you? See the APPROPRIATE specialist for the problem. A good doctor will nearly ALWAYS recommend therapy along with meds for treatment....in fact, most will insist on it. It's an important part of things. These meds alleviate symptoms, they don't cure the illness. It's like expecting Nyquil to cure your flu. It doesn't work like that.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Nothing to Report
Nothing to report really. I had a clinical at dark thirty this morning. It didn't go as well as I'd hoped. I must have hit the slowest Monday morning in the history of that office. I only had 24 patients. Usually that number is much higher on a Monday morning.
I had some troubles, since the girl who is the phlebotomist there kept telling me to do things totally different from how we've been taught (and some ways just flat out wrong). She stuck one poor lady like 5 times, and I have never seen anyone fish like that. Basically, that means repositioning the needle, in a rather extreme way, not just pushing it in or pulling it back out slightly, but moving it around completely. Folks, don't EVER allow a phlebotomist to do that to you. There's nothing WRONG with asking for someone else! It's your arm, they're YOUR veins. Fishing is bad, and it's very painful.
I had some troubles, since the girl who is the phlebotomist there kept telling me to do things totally different from how we've been taught (and some ways just flat out wrong). She stuck one poor lady like 5 times, and I have never seen anyone fish like that. Basically, that means repositioning the needle, in a rather extreme way, not just pushing it in or pulling it back out slightly, but moving it around completely. Folks, don't EVER allow a phlebotomist to do that to you. There's nothing WRONG with asking for someone else! It's your arm, they're YOUR veins. Fishing is bad, and it's very painful.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
My New-ish Job
I work for a very large company. Actually, according to the company brainwashing orientation session, I work for a large mouse who spreads magic all over the world. Actually, I can't complain. I work 3 days a week at Port Canaveral, helping people fill out paperwork, checking them in, or reprinting key cards that didn't print right the first time. I wear an absolutely hideous outfit while doing this. It's ugly, but surprisingly comfortable. In exchange for doing this work, we get crappy pay of $7.69 an hour. However, for just 16 hours a week, I get some basic insurance benefits for me and my son for less than $100 a month, and I get free passes to the Mouse Kingdom parks, for myself and 3 guests (which would cost over $300 in total, per visit), and after six months, I get a cruise, for me and up to three people, FREE. Surprisingly, there's lots of interesting perks available, if one chooses to take advantage of them. For example a coworker of mine is taking classes in American Sign Language, for free, just because she wants to, and the company offers them. It's kinda neat.
This is a big change of pace from my past life as a retail minion. It's a very big adjustment for me. These people aren't angry, they aren't yelling at me, they aren't insinuating that I am stupid (though they often insinuate that my outfit is stupid, and offer their sympathies for my having to wear such a hideous getup). They aren't threatening to take their $50 per week back to Walmart. They're nice. They're mostly happy. The worst I have seen so far is someone who gets just slightly irked for all of five seconds when I have to reprint their card. They are somewhat, and understandably annoyed at all of the paperwork involved in checking in, but they blame that on US Customs and Homeland Security, not us.
I love the kids. There's nothing better than watching a kid seeing that big giant mouse for the first time. They're really adorable. And do you know how excited a small child gets when you give them their very OWN key card, with THEIR name on it, printed right next to that oh so famous duck who has a speech impediment and a slight anger management problem? It's great. They really are a lot of fun.
Now the dress code nazis, they aren't so fun. There's one lady....she's nice, but a bit of a lunatic about dress code. I totally understand the company's need for a high degree of uniformity. I get that they want an unquestionably family friendly look. But I was sent home because they didn't like my red hair. Yes, I dye my hair. No, it was not Manic Panic red. It's just a VERY deep red, and it tends to be a bit brighter right after I dye it. It tones down after a little while. My hair was that color when they hired me. Apparently it was no good three weeks later. Then, every day, there's something wrong with some piece of my wardrobe. Mostly that it doesn't fit me right. These are the pieces they issued me. I cannot help that I am five foot nothing. I cannot help it that I cannot fit my petite frame and somewhat large chest properly into a blazer that was designed for a man. Yes, the sleeves will be too long. Yes, the whole thing will be too large if you expect it to fit around my boobs. I cannot help that the skirt you gave me comes to mid calf on me. Again, I am VERY SHORT. But I did my best. I tucked the sleeves in, until she can order a new blazer (which won't fit). I dyed a medium brown hair color on top of my red to take it down a few notches. I paste on a fake smile that leaves my face hurting.
Hey, at least I got to meet a few celebs. I met Danica Patrick, who is ABSOLUTELY adorable, by the way....she's so tiny, and really nice. She's also incredibly pretty! I met Alfonso Robiero (CARLTON from the Fresh Prince). He's very polite, and his little girls are really just TOO cute. I met Marco Andretti. I also met Gene Simmons. I'm not impressed. He had a fake name on his key card. Dude, you're like six foot four, and your tongue is like two feet long. Like nobody's going to recognize you?! And it will not hurt to be at least slightly polite to the people who are just trying to do their jobs and treat you like a guest. Are you angry that we did not GUSH over you as a celebrity? Too bad! The other celebs seemed to appreciate that.
At least we have good food. It seems like every time I go into work, someone has brought something yummy that I can add to my ever expanding ass. And the lady who did my first day of training...I love her. She's hillarious. She's an older lady. I don't know how old exactly, but she doesn't look as old as she says she is. She swears she's older than my grandmother, who is nearing eighty. She's a sweet christian lady, but can tell a hell of a dirty joke! For example, when I inquired as to what the dress for the annual holiday party in Orlando is, she told me it's dressy, she wears her "geriatric slut dress."
There's a lot of really nice people there. I haven't met anyone I want to slap yet. That's a bonus. There's a lot of older people working there, but a lot of people my age too. I had fifteen people nice enough to let me take their blood pressure during my lunch break today, because I wanted some extra practice. And they ask me every week how school is going. I've been scolded for not bringing in pictures of my son to decorate my locker with yet.
My boss lady seemed genuinely concerned about how I was feeling after staying home sick Saturday (she didn't even want a copy of my doctor's note, she said it wasn't necessary). The only thing she wanted was to know how I was feeling, and for me to promise I would let her know if I wasn't feeling well, and needed to go home, or just needed an extra break during the day.
I feel like I am just waiting to find the horrid part of this job out. There's got to be a bad part doesn't there? Besides the outfit (which had my two best friends practically on the ground laughing) of course.
This is a big change of pace from my past life as a retail minion. It's a very big adjustment for me. These people aren't angry, they aren't yelling at me, they aren't insinuating that I am stupid (though they often insinuate that my outfit is stupid, and offer their sympathies for my having to wear such a hideous getup). They aren't threatening to take their $50 per week back to Walmart. They're nice. They're mostly happy. The worst I have seen so far is someone who gets just slightly irked for all of five seconds when I have to reprint their card. They are somewhat, and understandably annoyed at all of the paperwork involved in checking in, but they blame that on US Customs and Homeland Security, not us.
I love the kids. There's nothing better than watching a kid seeing that big giant mouse for the first time. They're really adorable. And do you know how excited a small child gets when you give them their very OWN key card, with THEIR name on it, printed right next to that oh so famous duck who has a speech impediment and a slight anger management problem? It's great. They really are a lot of fun.
Now the dress code nazis, they aren't so fun. There's one lady....she's nice, but a bit of a lunatic about dress code. I totally understand the company's need for a high degree of uniformity. I get that they want an unquestionably family friendly look. But I was sent home because they didn't like my red hair. Yes, I dye my hair. No, it was not Manic Panic red. It's just a VERY deep red, and it tends to be a bit brighter right after I dye it. It tones down after a little while. My hair was that color when they hired me. Apparently it was no good three weeks later. Then, every day, there's something wrong with some piece of my wardrobe. Mostly that it doesn't fit me right. These are the pieces they issued me. I cannot help that I am five foot nothing. I cannot help it that I cannot fit my petite frame and somewhat large chest properly into a blazer that was designed for a man. Yes, the sleeves will be too long. Yes, the whole thing will be too large if you expect it to fit around my boobs. I cannot help that the skirt you gave me comes to mid calf on me. Again, I am VERY SHORT. But I did my best. I tucked the sleeves in, until she can order a new blazer (which won't fit). I dyed a medium brown hair color on top of my red to take it down a few notches. I paste on a fake smile that leaves my face hurting.
Hey, at least I got to meet a few celebs. I met Danica Patrick, who is ABSOLUTELY adorable, by the way....she's so tiny, and really nice. She's also incredibly pretty! I met Alfonso Robiero (CARLTON from the Fresh Prince). He's very polite, and his little girls are really just TOO cute. I met Marco Andretti. I also met Gene Simmons. I'm not impressed. He had a fake name on his key card. Dude, you're like six foot four, and your tongue is like two feet long. Like nobody's going to recognize you?! And it will not hurt to be at least slightly polite to the people who are just trying to do their jobs and treat you like a guest. Are you angry that we did not GUSH over you as a celebrity? Too bad! The other celebs seemed to appreciate that.
At least we have good food. It seems like every time I go into work, someone has brought something yummy that I can add to my ever expanding ass. And the lady who did my first day of training...I love her. She's hillarious. She's an older lady. I don't know how old exactly, but she doesn't look as old as she says she is. She swears she's older than my grandmother, who is nearing eighty. She's a sweet christian lady, but can tell a hell of a dirty joke! For example, when I inquired as to what the dress for the annual holiday party in Orlando is, she told me it's dressy, she wears her "geriatric slut dress."
There's a lot of really nice people there. I haven't met anyone I want to slap yet. That's a bonus. There's a lot of older people working there, but a lot of people my age too. I had fifteen people nice enough to let me take their blood pressure during my lunch break today, because I wanted some extra practice. And they ask me every week how school is going. I've been scolded for not bringing in pictures of my son to decorate my locker with yet.
My boss lady seemed genuinely concerned about how I was feeling after staying home sick Saturday (she didn't even want a copy of my doctor's note, she said it wasn't necessary). The only thing she wanted was to know how I was feeling, and for me to promise I would let her know if I wasn't feeling well, and needed to go home, or just needed an extra break during the day.
I feel like I am just waiting to find the horrid part of this job out. There's got to be a bad part doesn't there? Besides the outfit (which had my two best friends practically on the ground laughing) of course.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Stupidity is Dangerous
It really is. Let me explain. I am a Phlebotomy student. Yes, we practice on eachother. We have an instructor, and an assistant. Well, our assistant got stuck tonight, with a used needle. Why? Short answer...student who was doing the sticking was STUPID, CARELESS, and INCOMPETENT.
Apparently, Assistant reached across to release the tourniquet, and when she pulled down to release it, she was stuck with the needle. There are MANY things wrong with this situation. I'm sure many people would think that Assistant shouldn't have reached across. Perhaps not, but if STUPID girl hadn't been CARELESS and INCOMPETENT, she wouldn't have had to. Number one, the tourniquet should not have still been ON the arm. Number two, had the tourniquet been PROPERLY tied, Assistant wouldn't have had to pull DOWN to release it. Number three, and most importantly, the NEEDLE SHOULD HAVE BEEN CAPPED WITH THE SAFETY DEVICE THAT IS ATTACHED TO IT! Was that in large enough letters, need it be said AGAIN?!?!?
What's worse, STUPID STUDENT didn't want to own up, and TAKE RESPONSIBILITY for her actions. She just kept saying it was an accident, that Assistant shouldn't have reached across her, wah wah wah. Did you ever stop to think, STUPID STUDENT, that she was reaching across to fix YOUR MISTAKES?! Furthermore, and again, more importantly, the needle was in YOUR HAND. YOU HAD CONTROL OF THAT NEEDLE. It was in your hand, it was NOT in the other student's arm, and therefore, the needle should have been CAPPED. There is a safety device on these needles FOR A REASON. We've been doing this for several weeks now. It should be automatic, not EVEN REQUIRING THOUGHT...you remove the needle, you activate the safety. It's all one fluid motion actually. You have NO BUSINESS holding a needle, and you have NO BUSINESS being a Phlebotomist, since you are apparently too incompetent to follow several of the most BASIC STEPS in performing a blood draw.
Apparently, Assistant reached across to release the tourniquet, and when she pulled down to release it, she was stuck with the needle. There are MANY things wrong with this situation. I'm sure many people would think that Assistant shouldn't have reached across. Perhaps not, but if STUPID girl hadn't been CARELESS and INCOMPETENT, she wouldn't have had to. Number one, the tourniquet should not have still been ON the arm. Number two, had the tourniquet been PROPERLY tied, Assistant wouldn't have had to pull DOWN to release it. Number three, and most importantly, the NEEDLE SHOULD HAVE BEEN CAPPED WITH THE SAFETY DEVICE THAT IS ATTACHED TO IT! Was that in large enough letters, need it be said AGAIN?!?!?
What's worse, STUPID STUDENT didn't want to own up, and TAKE RESPONSIBILITY for her actions. She just kept saying it was an accident, that Assistant shouldn't have reached across her, wah wah wah. Did you ever stop to think, STUPID STUDENT, that she was reaching across to fix YOUR MISTAKES?! Furthermore, and again, more importantly, the needle was in YOUR HAND. YOU HAD CONTROL OF THAT NEEDLE. It was in your hand, it was NOT in the other student's arm, and therefore, the needle should have been CAPPED. There is a safety device on these needles FOR A REASON. We've been doing this for several weeks now. It should be automatic, not EVEN REQUIRING THOUGHT...you remove the needle, you activate the safety. It's all one fluid motion actually. You have NO BUSINESS holding a needle, and you have NO BUSINESS being a Phlebotomist, since you are apparently too incompetent to follow several of the most BASIC STEPS in performing a blood draw.
Why I Hate Men...
Ok, so I don't hate all of them. I happen to have a good one, I'm lucky. Or maybe I am picky...either which way, I'm gonna keep him. But the rest of them....well the good ones are few and far between.
I have a dear friend, I love her with all my heart, and then there's this guy. You know it's bad...anything that has the words "and then there's this guy" can't be good right? He's got a thing for her, although he's too shallow and self absorbed to have a REAL "thing", it's just the thing in his pants. However, he's also a moron. He really has misjudged and underestimated my dear friend. He thinks she's a stereotypical 21 year old girl. She’s not. But because he thinks that, he thought she might fall for his sorry, worn out old line about being vulnerable, and hurt, and blah blah fucking blah. You know the line….I don’t wanna get too close cuz I’m afraid I will get hurt, blah blah blah blah blah. But I think you’re stupid enough to sleep with me now because you think I am needy. Isn’t that SAD?
You know what is sadder? That this moron chose to be such an egotistical scumbag, and lost something wonderful because he chose to think that she’s stupid. She’s a wonderful person, whose only real fault is that she trusts people, and really, honestly wants to believe the best in people. Honestly, that’s her only real fault. That one fabulous, wonderful fault almost worked for him. Too bad for him she also has friends that love her dearly, and won’t let him get away with that bullshit, and won’t let guys like him take advantage of that small fault. It’s not even a fault, it’s a wonderful trait, but it’s a fault when they happen to cross paths with morons who aren’t worth the paper their birth certificates were printed on.
When it became clear that she wasn’t going to fall for that sorry old routine, guys like that all do the same thing…scramble to try and recover any way they can. Always with the same goal in mind of course…getting laid. Scramble…blame it on the women who came before her, that they hurt him so badly. Suck up to her friends, try and get them to put in a good word. Try and play the good guy. Nobody’s falling for it, you egotistical son of a bitch with a terribly unjustified and over inflated sense of self importance.
I just can’t imagine why a man would let go of something that could be the best thing that ever happened to them, because he’s got such a high opinion of himself that he really thinks he can play the field. He’s on a power trip and a half, that’s for damn sure. You know, all of you who know me well at least, that generally, I would love nothing more than to take such a person and tear them to shreds. It’s sort of a hobby of mine. I love doing it. Once upon a time I used to use men like him for target practice. I would make a perfect man hating lesbian, really, I would. But I won’t. Why? Because this dear wonderful person is a better woman than I am. She would rather take the high road on this one. Usually that’s best, but it isn’t much fun. So I will rant here instead.
This woman, well, a worthy man would be lucky to have her, and would likely thank God each and every night for her. She’s got a heart of gold, more compassion than most people I know, and would do anything, for just about anyone. If you’re lucky enough to be loved by her, then you will never know a greater feeling. There’s not much better I’m sure. Smart, funny, a good listener, one of the boys, one of the girls, witty, and endlessly caring, she has the whole package. On top of all of it, she’s got looks that most of us would kill for. A body to die for, a smile that could melt you, and eyes that you haunt your dreams. She’s very, VERY bad, in a very, VERY good way. She’d be your best friend and your number one fan, and the most intensely passionate lover you could ever dream of. She brings out the best in you and seems to make your worst traits disappear. She can make you forget with one kiss, any other lover you’ve ever had, and can make you hers and hers alone, with one simple look. She’s far too sweet to use that against people though. Frankly, I don’t think she realizes it herself. Funny, the one who DESERVES to have a very high opinion of herself doesn’t, and the one who does, really has no justification for that high opinion of himself.
Idiot…he decided to take a pass on that because he thinks he is too good to settle down right now. I honestly didn’t know that people got THAT stupid! I’ve met some real morons in my day, but this one takes the cake. You know what the kicker is though? It’s all in his damn head! He’s really not even one tenth as spectacular as he really thinks he is. Ironic, isn’t it?
Oh well, I suppose Mencken’s Law fits best here—Those who can, DO. Those who can’t, teach.
Sorry? No, I am NOT Sorry!
You know, really, I am not sorry. I hate these things. These are things that go without saying, and nobody should EVER apologize in this manner. Only scumbags would warrant such an apology, and frankly, those men aren't worth the paper their birth certificates are printed on, and are destined to wind up fat, bald, and alone. For those women who are my dearest friends, don't you EVER let me hear you speak such an apology, because you will regret it!
For the record, I'm not sorry that I am not a slut, mine are plenty large enough, "anorexicly" isn't a word, and ribs aren't pretty, but I AM, and the those who don't know it, aren't worthy of calling me their girl, but then, those who are, know I would never want to be referred to as property, or as someone's "girl" because I am a WOMAN. I don't have to be a playboy model to act like a porn star, but a person would have to be damned good to be worthy of such behavior, and my body turns plenty of people on, so for those whom it doesn't, it's really your loss, and you haven't even imagined what you will miss out on in your wildest dreams.
I am not sorry for those who cannot accept me as I am, because frankly, I don't care to associate with people like that, and they aren't worth the time and effort it takes to feel sorry for them.
Therefore, let's revise thise post....
I am not sorry that you are so shallow and disrespectful that you need to have sex with a girl on a first date to falsely validate your masculinity.
I am not sorry that you place such a heavy value on the size of a woman's breasts, though it is probably directly, and inversely proportionate to the size of your penis.
I am not sorry that you want a woman who couldn't even appreciate a good meal if you took her to a wonderful restaurant, though men as shallow as you would not be bothered doing such a thing. By the way, girls that skinny can't even fill out the formal wear that such a locale calls for. There's something to be said for that perfect hourglass shape.
I am not sorry that you have such an overinflated sense of self importance as to think that you deserve a beautiful woman that you can regard as a piece of your property.
I am not sorry that you spend so much time fantasizing about airbrushed women in magazines that you couldn't get a beautiful woman to give you the time of day.
I am not sorry that you can't appreciate what a beautiful, voluptuous woman can do with that body; curves are dangerous. Trust me, what I can do with mine is the stuff that wet dreams are made of, so I guess it really is a dream body.
And I am not sorry that you cannot accept me as I am, because it's no loss to me, the loss is entirely yours.
I copied the original post below, for those of you who do feel so badly about yourselves as to be sorry for these things.
-Tracy
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I'm Sorry
that I'm not enough of a slut, to sleep with you on a first date.
I'm sorry
that my boobs aren't big enough to "satisfy" your needs.
I'm sorry
that I'm not anorexicly skinny enough for you to see my ribs.
I'm sorry
that I'm not pretty enough to be "your girl".
I'm sorry
that I'm not a playboy model so I can't act like a porn star for you.
I'm sorry
I don't have a dream body that turns you on.
BUT MOST OF ALL....
I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am.
If you're a girl and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry".
If you're one of the few guys with enough balls to repost, and you would never make your girl feel this way, repost as "I love you just the way you are"
For the record, I'm not sorry that I am not a slut, mine are plenty large enough, "anorexicly" isn't a word, and ribs aren't pretty, but I AM, and the those who don't know it, aren't worthy of calling me their girl, but then, those who are, know I would never want to be referred to as property, or as someone's "girl" because I am a WOMAN. I don't have to be a playboy model to act like a porn star, but a person would have to be damned good to be worthy of such behavior, and my body turns plenty of people on, so for those whom it doesn't, it's really your loss, and you haven't even imagined what you will miss out on in your wildest dreams.
I am not sorry for those who cannot accept me as I am, because frankly, I don't care to associate with people like that, and they aren't worth the time and effort it takes to feel sorry for them.
Therefore, let's revise thise post....
I am not sorry that you are so shallow and disrespectful that you need to have sex with a girl on a first date to falsely validate your masculinity.
I am not sorry that you place such a heavy value on the size of a woman's breasts, though it is probably directly, and inversely proportionate to the size of your penis.
I am not sorry that you want a woman who couldn't even appreciate a good meal if you took her to a wonderful restaurant, though men as shallow as you would not be bothered doing such a thing. By the way, girls that skinny can't even fill out the formal wear that such a locale calls for. There's something to be said for that perfect hourglass shape.
I am not sorry that you have such an overinflated sense of self importance as to think that you deserve a beautiful woman that you can regard as a piece of your property.
I am not sorry that you spend so much time fantasizing about airbrushed women in magazines that you couldn't get a beautiful woman to give you the time of day.
I am not sorry that you can't appreciate what a beautiful, voluptuous woman can do with that body; curves are dangerous. Trust me, what I can do with mine is the stuff that wet dreams are made of, so I guess it really is a dream body.
And I am not sorry that you cannot accept me as I am, because it's no loss to me, the loss is entirely yours.
I copied the original post below, for those of you who do feel so badly about yourselves as to be sorry for these things.
-Tracy
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I'm Sorry
that I'm not enough of a slut, to sleep with you on a first date.
I'm sorry
that my boobs aren't big enough to "satisfy" your needs.
I'm sorry
that I'm not anorexicly skinny enough for you to see my ribs.
I'm sorry
that I'm not pretty enough to be "your girl".
I'm sorry
that I'm not a playboy model so I can't act like a porn star for you.
I'm sorry
I don't have a dream body that turns you on.
BUT MOST OF ALL....
I'm sorry that you can't accept me for who I am.
If you're a girl and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry".
If you're one of the few guys with enough balls to repost, and you would never make your girl feel this way, repost as "I love you just the way you are"
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