I was out with Carlos the wonder puppy this morning and the sunrise was AMAZING! That big ball of warmth was poking out over the trees (and the Girl Scout Building) with vivid pink and orange rays just bursting in every direction.
It makes 5am wake-up calls TOTALLY worth it, I love my job!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Don't Buy A Malibu
Actually more appropriately don't buy a cursed Malibu. On a whim one day I took Nina dog and we went car shopping. I bought a shiny new-to-me Chevy Malibu.
I loved that little car the minute I got behind the wheel - it got 26 mpg, it was comfortable in town as well as on the highway, it handled like it was on rails and most importantly - I could fit the Danes in the back seat WAY better than I could in my S-10.
I stopped at the store on the way home, got a nice bottle of wine and stuff to make a yummy dinner. **snicker** So maybe I bought the car and THEN thought I should inform the live-in boy friend of my purchase. **grin** Needless to say all three years after I bought that car it was brought up that I always did what I wanted and didn't consult him - I merely informed him of my decisions. RED FLAG #1
Four days later the boyfriend and I were downtown having lunch when a tornado came through - hmmm it produced "Sonic Gusts". To this day I have no clue what a "Sonic Gust" is, what I do know is that they cause your windows to shatter because of the pressure and forces and blah blah blah. YEP...that's right kids. I lost the windows in my new-to-me-still-have-the-temp-tags Malibu. RED FLAG #2.
September 18, 2009 - I was minding my own business, sitting at a red light about to take a sip of my **perfect** cup of coffee from the Dancing Mule (shameless plug - they are by far the best coffee shop on earth) when a mindless nineteen year old was too busy texting to see my Malibu. Not only did he crush the rear of my shiny silver car, but he spilled my coffee in my Coach purse (read perfect cup of hot coffee now drowning the contents of and ruining a limited edition signature Coach purse). There are several rules dedicated to this incident **NOT HAPPY** RED FLAG #3
November 23, 2010 - I had just left the lawyers office from settling the September accident and was on my way to Nixa to take two of my most favorite pups for a walk. Ok...take note, its over a year later and I just signed the papers to settle the Sept. 18 2009 accident. Duly noted?? I was sitting at the light when **WHAM** mindless sixteen year old was texting and freaking out because her baby brother was choking in the backseat (There are rules about this too - lets move past asking why she wasn't pulled over trying to help the choking kid) nails me! Yes thats right, the very day I settle accident #1, I am hit again. RED FLAG #4
January 25, 2011 - AGAIN sitting at a red light (there are about a dozen red light rules). A very nice lady pulls out of SAM'S and plows into me and two other cars. **SIGH** Yes that is correct...accident #3 in sixteen months. Uhhuh...I may or may not have had a minor meltdown (read major freak out) when I realized that I had just gotten my happy little Malibu back on New Years Eve from the previous accident. RED FLAG #5.
Well the shiny silver paw print encrusted Malibu was put to rest and promptly replaced by a Scion Xb...also paw print encrusted! **shakes pom-poms**
I loved that little car the minute I got behind the wheel - it got 26 mpg, it was comfortable in town as well as on the highway, it handled like it was on rails and most importantly - I could fit the Danes in the back seat WAY better than I could in my S-10.
I stopped at the store on the way home, got a nice bottle of wine and stuff to make a yummy dinner. **snicker** So maybe I bought the car and THEN thought I should inform the live-in boy friend of my purchase. **grin** Needless to say all three years after I bought that car it was brought up that I always did what I wanted and didn't consult him - I merely informed him of my decisions. RED FLAG #1
Four days later the boyfriend and I were downtown having lunch when a tornado came through - hmmm it produced "Sonic Gusts". To this day I have no clue what a "Sonic Gust" is, what I do know is that they cause your windows to shatter because of the pressure and forces and blah blah blah. YEP...that's right kids. I lost the windows in my new-to-me-still-have-the-temp-tags Malibu. RED FLAG #2.
September 18, 2009 - I was minding my own business, sitting at a red light about to take a sip of my **perfect** cup of coffee from the Dancing Mule (shameless plug - they are by far the best coffee shop on earth) when a mindless nineteen year old was too busy texting to see my Malibu. Not only did he crush the rear of my shiny silver car, but he spilled my coffee in my Coach purse (read perfect cup of hot coffee now drowning the contents of and ruining a limited edition signature Coach purse). There are several rules dedicated to this incident **NOT HAPPY** RED FLAG #3
November 23, 2010 - I had just left the lawyers office from settling the September accident and was on my way to Nixa to take two of my most favorite pups for a walk. Ok...take note, its over a year later and I just signed the papers to settle the Sept. 18 2009 accident. Duly noted?? I was sitting at the light when **WHAM** mindless sixteen year old was texting and freaking out because her baby brother was choking in the backseat (There are rules about this too - lets move past asking why she wasn't pulled over trying to help the choking kid) nails me! Yes thats right, the very day I settle accident #1, I am hit again. RED FLAG #4
January 25, 2011 - AGAIN sitting at a red light (there are about a dozen red light rules). A very nice lady pulls out of SAM'S and plows into me and two other cars. **SIGH** Yes that is correct...accident #3 in sixteen months. Uhhuh...I may or may not have had a minor meltdown (read major freak out) when I realized that I had just gotten my happy little Malibu back on New Years Eve from the previous accident. RED FLAG #5.
Well the shiny silver paw print encrusted Malibu was put to rest and promptly replaced by a Scion Xb...also paw print encrusted! **shakes pom-poms**
You Have A Choice
The most wonderful thing about the USA is freedom. Particularly freedom of speech - I have a blog and I can write whatever I feel the need to talk about. Since there are no names associated with this blog - the only thing you can do is read it, form an opinion and move on. You'll never actually be able to know who or what Im talking about.
That being said, if you are offended by a post or think something is about you - well than that is your own choice.
That being said, if you are offended by a post or think something is about you - well than that is your own choice.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Its MY BLOG...
I haven't really blogged anything in about a month now - the main reason being I just didn't have anything nice to say. Now since this is my blog, and for the most part it is anonymous - I can say what I want to say!
Here is an update - I could care less about certain subjects.
Lets start with infertility - I don't want kids. I am very comfortable in living my life in the style that I have grown accustomed. That being said...most of the stuff that you women OBSESS over mean nothing to me. I don't care that you can't have kids, I don't care about your cycle, I don't care about your miscarriages or failed adoptions. I DON'T CARE! I don't want to hear about them in EVERY SINGLE conversation we have - especially when we are out in public around people you've never met before that are my friends from other circles. Did I mention I don't care?? Oh and the fact that you can't have a single conversation - ever - without mentioning your infertility makes me not want to spend any time around you or even answer my phone.
You're being "busy and overbooked" - yeah lets go ahead and throw it out there that if you volunteer for something and then spend every chance you get complaining about said commitment and how you don't have the time for it or you have no idea why you said yes -- do yourself and the commitment a favor and step down from the position.
Having suggestions for improvement on an "international replicatible system" for a networking group is asinine. If you look at a chapter or group - and are given documents with a Code of Ethics and Contract For Profitability before your membership is completed, it is safe to say that you know EXACTLY what is expected of you and to what standards you will be held accountable. If you don't care for one or two of the items it is worth mentioning, however if you disagree with the entire intent, purpose and system of doing business than perhaps that is NOT the group for you.
Divorce - now who am I to judge, I have never been married. I am now single after being in a seven year, serious, committed relationship. For over a year I wanted out of that relationship and when I finally decided it was time to get out, it took me another three months to finally get my life together and get out of the relationship. My point is that after being miserable -I got out. I did what was right for me - I evaluated things from my perspective, my morals, my dreams, my life in general. It seems to me that if you're unhappy and counseling hasn't made things better, than perhaps divorcing is the best option. Why suffer through life with someone who isn't making you happy??
That ladies and gentlemen is just a snippet of how I really feel...if you don't like it, well then move on to the next post which is probably back to the bubbly happy me.
Here is an update - I could care less about certain subjects.
Lets start with infertility - I don't want kids. I am very comfortable in living my life in the style that I have grown accustomed. That being said...most of the stuff that you women OBSESS over mean nothing to me. I don't care that you can't have kids, I don't care about your cycle, I don't care about your miscarriages or failed adoptions. I DON'T CARE! I don't want to hear about them in EVERY SINGLE conversation we have - especially when we are out in public around people you've never met before that are my friends from other circles. Did I mention I don't care?? Oh and the fact that you can't have a single conversation - ever - without mentioning your infertility makes me not want to spend any time around you or even answer my phone.
You're being "busy and overbooked" - yeah lets go ahead and throw it out there that if you volunteer for something and then spend every chance you get complaining about said commitment and how you don't have the time for it or you have no idea why you said yes -- do yourself and the commitment a favor and step down from the position.
Having suggestions for improvement on an "international replicatible system" for a networking group is asinine. If you look at a chapter or group - and are given documents with a Code of Ethics and Contract For Profitability before your membership is completed, it is safe to say that you know EXACTLY what is expected of you and to what standards you will be held accountable. If you don't care for one or two of the items it is worth mentioning, however if you disagree with the entire intent, purpose and system of doing business than perhaps that is NOT the group for you.
Divorce - now who am I to judge, I have never been married. I am now single after being in a seven year, serious, committed relationship. For over a year I wanted out of that relationship and when I finally decided it was time to get out, it took me another three months to finally get my life together and get out of the relationship. My point is that after being miserable -I got out. I did what was right for me - I evaluated things from my perspective, my morals, my dreams, my life in general. It seems to me that if you're unhappy and counseling hasn't made things better, than perhaps divorcing is the best option. Why suffer through life with someone who isn't making you happy??
That ladies and gentlemen is just a snippet of how I really feel...if you don't like it, well then move on to the next post which is probably back to the bubbly happy me.
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