Weather Bug

Being obsessed with the weather is something that runs in my genes, I swear my parents are some how related to Sam Champion the weather guy from channel 7. With the weatherbug flashing like crazy on the bottom of my screen I just have this to say..........

Amen Sister

Received this from a friend, thought it was a little too true...... I couldn't have said it better myself.....


'Twas the month before Christmas when all through our land,
Not a Christian was praying nor taking a stand.
Why the PC Police had taken away,
The reason for Christmas - no one could say.

The children were told by their schools not to sing,
About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.
It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say
December 25th is just a " Holiday ".
Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit
Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!
CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod
Something was changing, something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa
In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.
As Targets are hanging their trees upside down
At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears
You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.
Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-is-ty
Are words that were used to intimidate me.

Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen
On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton!
At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter
To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter

And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith
Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace
The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded
The reason for the season, stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "DreamTree"
Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.
Choose your words carefully, choose what you say
Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday !

WTF

Okay I have been trying to edit my blog for a week and for whatever reason I can't. I click on the necessary boxes and it immediately says I am not connected to the internet and all this other bull shit. I got that damn Peanuts thing on the side of the page that I wanted to put on the top so you could see the whole cartoon but it won't move. Any suggestions?

I got Screwed......

Yesterday was a great day, work was amazing! (despite an @$$hole contractor on the phone and other circumstances beyond my control) It was the most fun I had at work in a long time, I was laughing with customers, having a good time and driving some pretty amazing results. I guess it would be too much to ask for that I have two good days in a row!!

This morning I wake up, look at the alarm and realize I can still snooze, I didn't have to be up and in the shower until 7:15. So 7:15 rolls around, I am ready to get in the shower and D is in there- no big deal I guess I can wait- I had given myself enough time that I could still be early or on time for work. When I get out of bed, D is walking around the apartment so I say to him "Honey" he ways what and I say "Hi." Just wanted to say hello and good morning. I take my shower, get out and am chatting up a storm with D- he doesn't respond to something I say (typical really) so I start walking around looking for him (the place isn't that big) and I can't find he, I realize the jack@$$ left for work and didn't say good bye. Oh well, I can deal with that I guess... until the house phone rings. No one ever calls on the house phone, especially not at 7:35 in the morning. You guessed it, it was Darren, not calling to tell he to have a good day and he loves me but that I have a flat tire and I need to drive to Hess and get air in it. He thinks I will be able to make it on the tire the way it is but he isn't 100% sure!!

So I run around trying to finish getting ready so I can deal with this car bull shit. I go to Hess, driving about 15 mph because I am afraid I am going to F up my car. I get the air and proceed to work. Go out at lunch time to check on the car and the tire is flat again!! So I call dear husband- thank the good lord above that I got his voice mail, I might have gone crazy if he answered. The long and short is he came to my work after work and put on my donut- I have never driven on a donut and tell me I am not comfortable driving the car. We take the tire to Sears (there was a screw in it!) they pull the screw and patch the tire, charge me $20 and tell me everything is fine. D looks at the tire and sees a huge bubble in the side, he tells me I can't drive with it like that because it could blow out (who knew). So now I am really annoyed at Sears, why didn't they tell me that? I tell them I want my $20 back and I need a new tire. Of course Sears in Jersey City doesn't carry Pirelli tires (you know that $168 ones) so I have to get some Kumo tire which still cost $90!!! Never thought I would be $90 to get screwed before today!

As I sit here with the highlighting cap on my head I am trying to get excited about the weekend. We are going to Boston to see "the Police" in concert, we have 3rd row seats. Not a big Police fan, but would love to say I have been to Fenway and have never had floors seats at a concert before. Should be fun- looking forward to a weekend with the husband and no work!!

Am I an underwear magnet?

Wednesday night I was at the gym for my weekly yoga class I had stuff in the locker room (which I never do, I usually change in the car on the way between work and the gym) so after class I run to the locker room to grab my stuff and what is on the floor at the top of the stairs? A black lace thong that someone must have dropped on their way out.

Tonight I come home, and at the top of the stairs right in front of my door is a pair of "granny panties" clearly they are not mine! I am assuming someone was doing laundry and dropped them on the way upstairs. For my own good I assume it was on the way up that means they were already washed and are clean. I don't want to look at these "granny panties" everytime I leave the house so I carefully pick them up and take them to the laundry room, leaving them on the folding table. Was I wrong? Should I have gone door to door until I found the owner? I think not- they are lucky I didn't pick the damn things up and throw them in the garbage!!