Ideas Please. What would your, “Can’t Miss” thing in our Nation’s Capital be?
I am going for work in Oct. and hope to get a bit of sightseeing in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk7yqlTMvp8
Work friendly, unless you work for those uptight people at the assessesors/collectors office who can’t get their *&^% together.
will post later, (probably after hell freezes over.
As bad as life seems sometimes, at least you aren’t these dogs, who apparently have crazy owners.
(Christmas in July edition)
First of all I had a great weekend and I’ll post more on that later, but right now its hot and I’m crabby and so you get this:
Sometimes you are the windshield.
And sometimes life just kicks the shit out of you. You are laying in the fetal position with your head in between your hands and life keeps kicking looking for those soft squishy parts it can hurt and do the most damage.
For the record? It bears repeating. They invented HELL for corporate America.
To all big business:
I don’t want to fight life, I just want it to leave me alone. But just like when you are driving along in your car minding your own business discussing why its sad to be a lacto ovo vegetarian and a huge rabbit comes out of no where and takes your right bumper, life comes and rams you and tries to knock you off the road when you least expect it.
I don’t know a person alive who doesn’t have a life bully story. Some are far worse than others.
I really believe there is a reason for all this. That some way, some how its making us better people, more tolerant and more understanding, far better able to help our fellow beings on this earth. But life needs to back way off.
Some Examples of my petty annoyances:
Grown woman who talk in little-baby voices.
Banks that close at 4 p.m.
“Customer” service departments that won’t let you talk to real people.
Advertisements and radio show hosts bragging about their plastic surgery like they just bought a candy bar, not indulged in a potentially life threatening vanity.
People who feel the need to point out things like, “you weigh more than in high school.” “You have grey in your hair.”
People who think their way of life is the only way and everyone else must be sad and wrong. “She doesn’t have a spouse, she must be so lonely.” “Why aren’t you married?” “When are you two going to have kids?” Are the three I heard this week about various people from some nimrods.
And of course the never ending saga of who’s doing whom. Who cares????? I have a hard enough time keeping up with my phone and keys to worry about whose knickers someone got in.
Consider this: Maybe she has a happy and fulfilled life. Maybe she was engaged and he died or just moved on. Maybe they chose not to have kids or maybe they would give a kidney for a child and just can’t have one. Maybe no one is doing anyone.
Maybe it just isn’t any of your business until you are close enough where that person will share with you. In the meantime, have you considered that your questions are like knives? Doesn’t the world have enough pain without you stabbing people with your rudeness/nosiness?
And here is the big one. Don’t assume because I wrote this that any or all of these apply to me. This is several months worth of stuff I’ve had people share with me and I am just sick of my fellow humans and venting.
Like most people who actually get off their butts and vote, I take the privilege seriously. I don’t let anyone tell me how to vote, what to think, or anything else. If an issue comes up I work very hard to get to the bottom of it, not to take the word of the media, a person who may or may not have a secret agenda, or anything else. I believe in equality and treating people fairly.
Thats why when I heard that Jessie Jackson publicly dissed Senator Obama I was not happy. Saying he wasn’t ‘black’ enough or some such crap. When the stupid e-mail went around that took Senator Obama’s words out of context and painted a negative picture, I e-mailed the source, (a pastor no less-not mine btw, he publicly said from the pulpit that people need to get the facts, not vote based on rumor) and told her that in light of her position of authority, and her standing before the Almighty, she needed to research her forwards and get to the truth, not spread lies.
That’s why this morning, when I heard this song by Ludicrous, I was disturbed:
(warning this is hate speech and if you actually HEAR it, you can feel the hate coming through loud and clear)
I’m back on it like I just signed my record deal
yeah the best is here, the Bentley Coup paint is dripping wet, it got sex appeal
never should have hated
you never should’ve doubted him
with a slot in the president’s iPod Obama shattered ‘em
Said I handled his biz and I’m one of his favorite rappers
Well give Luda a special pardon if I’m ever in the slammer
Better yet put him in office, make me your vice president
Hillary hated on you, so that bitch is irrelevant
Jesse talking slick and apologizing for what?
if you said it then you meant it how you want it have a gut!
and all you other politicians trying to hate on my man,
watch us win a majority vote in every state on my man
you can’t stop what’s bout to happen, we bout to make history
the first black president is destined and it’s meant to be
the threats ain’t fazing us, the nooses or the jokes
so get off your ass, black people, it’s time to get out and vote!
paint the White House black and I’m sure that’s got ‘em terrified
McCain don’t belong in ANY chair unless he’s paralyzed
Yeah I said it cause Bush is mentally handicapped
Ball up all of his speeches and I throw em like candy wrap
cause what you talking I hear nothing even relevant
and you the worst of all 43 presidents
get out and vote or the end will be near
the world is ready for change because Obama is here!
cause Obama is here
The world is ready for change because Obama is here!
Hey Obama: If your good buddy has little respect for women, your political opponents or anything else. If he practices hate speech and hurting people so they need wheelchairs, What does that say about you???? I’m sure you will apologize. I’m sure that Ludicrous will apologize, just like Jesse Jackson did. But the point is, with all that HATE floating around, what does that say about you? Are you in bed with him because of the voters he will bring to the table? Do you really want to win by any means necessary?
*Update:
I think its funny people say “be open. be honest.” and then they blast you when you print the truth. I got a few blasty e-mails. Its no matter. It was news I felt that readers needed to see.
So below I have links to the immoral minority and to a Christian blogger.
Happy reading.
Check out what others are saying about this craziness (anonymous said it better than me, read her comment)
And Obama’s official party line is:
UPDATE: Barack Obama’s campaign spokesman Bill Burton sends this statement to The Brody File
“As Barack Obama has said many, many times in the past, rap lyrics today too often perpetuate misogyny, materialism, and degrading images that he doesn’t want his daughters or any children exposed to. This song is not only outrageously offensive to Senator Clinton, Reverend Jackson, Senator McCain, and President Bush, it is offensive to all of us who are trying to raise our children with the values we hold dear. While Ludacris is a talented individual he should be ashamed of these lyrics.” Sent to The Brody File
Only a crazy person gets up at 4:45 to torture themselves. That’s what I thought at 4:45 this morning. I had told Miss Weightloss that I’d be her partner in crime for spin class.
I haven’t been to spin class in a year. Bikes yes, spin class NO. Last Monday I ducked out due being out of town and playing WII to all hours of the night. So this morning I dragged my butt out of bed and hit the gym. And started off sleepy and ended up smiling. Endorphins are a wonderful thing. If you don’t believe me, Google it.
Tomorrow we are doing some sort of other fitness class. And we get 20 minutes more sleep.
Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn. ~Sweetpea Tyler
We danced Friday night at the restaurant, Saturday morning after yoga, Saturday night at the ball and in the pool after the ball.
We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive… and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. ~D.H. Lawrence
I think I’ll have another cup of coffee and then go check the water level. I bet that is something you don’t say very often. My swimming pool may replace the gym as my new love/hate relationship. I did fix it. Its working. I thought it wasn’t and when I went out there yesterday to get the part and take it to the pool place, low and behold I had actually fixed it.
Sometimes I think you never get over being the youngest child, all that free advice, people second guessing you at every turn. I was in the fabric store the other day buying fabric to cut out and halfway finish to add to the rest of my unfinished fabric pieces and it dawned on me, I always get someone’s opinion on this or that fabric choice. Rarely do I just get what I want, what I think will look nice. Why???? I think it has to do with having a mom and three sisters who are sewing geniuses. I mean if you can’t be that great, why bother right? If you can’t be Picasso why paint? If you can’t be the Iron Chef, why cook?
It reminded me of how whenever you say something, everyone you talk to has a list of negative things to add. Don’t do this, be careful of this. I am so sick of trying to scale a wall of negativity. Big fat hairy deal if you think someone can’t do something. Can’t you just keep your mouth shut or be positive. (again, I know that the people who need to hear this don’t read this and if I say this to them, they will say, “I’m only trying to be helpful.”) Well your helpful is drowning me in good intentions. I snapped at OS last night because of this and she really didn’t even say anything, its just Its like a walk around waiting for people to say something negative which means I’m conditioned to expect it. I think that is how society polices us, say enough negative things and people are afraid to try. Don’t want to mess up, don’t want to fail. don’t want to hear about that one time you did that one thing and it didn’t work.
So anyway. I went around the store filling my cart with all the fabric I loved. I put it together and came up with two outfits. All by myself. So if I ever get them sewn, and you actually see me in new garb, and you have a negative opinion. Well good for you.
Me? I’m going to Dance Academy to dance my cares away. Something else a lot of people won’t do because they think they can’t be Fred Astaire or Little Egypt.