Friday, December 4, 2009

Me. Me. Me. Me. Me!!!!

Some people just need that kind of attention. Maybe not enough attention was paid to them in their youth... maybe it was too much attention. Either way... it's pathetic and sad.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Uhhhh. Bipartisan-ish?

I don't care for whom you voted... what color you wear... to what "side" you lean. And this isn't a political rant. Some of you may know who my preference was for this presidency. Some of you may not. It doesn't matter, because I'm not here (today) to bitch about a choice he made or did not make, or one he'll make or won't make. I am here to bitch about the fact that it seems like the world is up in arms over this president. I've been a semi-conscious, voting adult for almost two decades and I don't remember ever hearing so many outspoken and annoying people (pro and con) over one person as I have heard over Obama.

Some people think he's great and they shove it down your throat. Thanks for playing but give it a rest because YOUR opinion won't change mine.

Some people think he's the devil (or what was it... antichrist?) and they shove it down your throat. Thanks for playing but give it a rest because YOUR opinion won't change mine.

I don't mind the banter-- I like it, actually, because personally, it helps me learn. It opens my eyes to things, perspectives, contexts that I may not have seen before. I appreciate learning through discussion and I encourage it in my life.


I can not stand you holier-than-thous who judge others so harshly on the mere basis of an opinion to which they, like you, are entitled. Isn't anyone capable of having a(n intellectual) discussion anymore without needing an audience, wanting to judge and bash, itching to start drama?

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Grass is always greener...

I want to be a doctor or a lawyer, or a CPA in a Big Six firm in Manhattan, so I can have a never-ending pile of money.

I want to be on television, so I can live the glamorous life of a famous person.

I want to be self-employed, so I can come and go to work as I please.


I don't want to work the unforgiving hours, I don't want to be on call, I don't want to hate my "awake hours," I don't want to disappear from existence for months at a time, I don't want to be hounded by fans, paparazzi, busy-bodies, I don't want to have no health insurance (or pay out-of-pocket for a ridiculous plan).

And what about you? YOU want to sit there and bitch at the teachers who are all suicidal right now because summer is over. You want to tell them to call the wahhhhmbulance, to get over it because they work until 3 every day, to shut up about their TWO-MONTH-LONG VACATION being over when poor little you sits there at your desk (gun to your head) 24 hours per day, 7 days per week, 52 weeks per year.

Yes, there are some people out there who are in the profession for the perks of the hours that they COULD keep. I know some 8-3, 10/month teachers. But most of them, myself included (so most of US) work our ASSES off every day during the school year. We get in early, we stay late. We have work to bring home. We have weekend commitments (unpaid of course... we don't get "overtime") that might not always be "required," but are "highly recommended" to attend. We teach (and/or work other jobs) over the summer and sometimes even DURING the school year to make up for the SHITTY salary that we earn doing our 24/7 job all year long.

We are psychologists, referees, social workers, telemarketers, administrative assistants, tech support, parent figures, decorators, custodians, accountants, salespeople, advocates, mediators, waiters/waitresses, doctors, event planners, personal trainrs, confidantes, MCs, public speakers, conductors, PR reps... oh. And teachers. We teach. Yes, sometimes we actually get to the teaching part.

I hope for a good school year for my friends and former colleagues-- the teachers who work eighteen months' worth in the ten months that they're "on the clock." You deserve that vacation. Complain all you want. And the judgmental rest of you? Shut the fuck up until you've walked in a teacher's shoes.

OH! And you're welcome.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Nancy Pants

I can't stand Nancy Botwin. I hate her stupid skinny ass, her annoying halter top mini-dresses, her incessant sucking on the fucking iced coffee. I hate her lazy, disgusting sense of entitlement to live the life she grew accustomed to before the death of her husband. He died, bitch. Get an actual job. Become a contributing member of society. Don't jump on his drug-dealing bandwagon and walk into that world like you own it. You deserve to get tortured, imprisoned, "picked off."

Normally, I wouldn't care about someone like her. There are plenty of dirty, lazy, entitled and disgusting drug dealers out there (Karma will get them... or someone they love). They affect us all-- make no mistake about it. But that's not really my problem with Nance.

She has children. Two of them. That right there makes her lifestyle unforgivable. How she (or any drug-dealing parent) can look at herself in the mirror and really believe-- or pretend to believe-- that she is doing the best thing she can for her kids is beyond me. Disgusting. The definition of disgusting.

She also doesn't seem to have any problem with the fact that her children are now knee-deep in the shit that is her world. They know what she does, and she doesn't seem affected at all. She voluntarily admits, in front of her children, to lighting her house on fire. She nods indifferently when her 12-year-old son tells a friend that she (Nancy) offed her own mother-in-law. No remorse. None for herself (who cares?) and NONE for her children. Disgusting.

Well done, Mary Louise! You play that part so well that I actually think I might hate you!

But I enjoy the show. Ugh.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Blaming your child?

You're disgusting, and you should be ashamed of yourself. Knowing your kind though, I'm sure you're not. DISGUSTING.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


So, are we just not signaling on the roads anymore? Is that what I am to believe is happening?

Sunday, July 19, 2009


Creepy pageant kids! And their creepier parents!! Ewww!

Saturday, July 11, 2009


...and that's an order.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Locks of Love

Isn't it true that bottle blonds (and/or those who use bleaching agents in their hair) can't donate their hair?

I'm just sayin'...

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My throat is sore.


Just because you have a sore throat and I have a sore throat does NOT mean our throats are the same level of sore, or that we have to handle the soreness the same, or that we have the same KIND of sore throat, or that we have the same sore throat diagnosis, or that we are prescribed the same sore throat medication, or that our throats will stay sore for the same amount of time, and so on.

We're different. Everything is different. That is ALL I want to hear about it.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Can we all please come to some sort of universal agreement on WHO calls WHOM back when a phone call gets disconnected? Otherwise we could sit here all day and both dial one another's numbers over and over only to end up with busy signals and immediate voicemail entry. If I accidentally hang up on (or get disconnected from) YOU, then I will call YOU back. If you accidentally hang up on (or get disconnected from) ME, then YOU call ME back. OK? Are we straight?

And if the disconnects are not accidental, well... that's a whole new blog entry.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Secret secret... I've got a secret!

Do you have someone you can confide in? Someone who won't share your "secrets," who won't go blabbing your words to others?

Do the people you talk to have loyalties to you?

... are you sure?

Monday, March 9, 2009

Social(ly inept) Networking

Hi! Happy 2009! Lovely weather we're having!

So, I have to say. I LOVE the "I am mad at you so I am deleting you from my Social Networking group friend list" phenomenon. I am not talking about people who prune their friend lists (I myself wonder why I need 365 FB friends when I certainly don't really care about, or have interest in, even half that many). I'm talking about the people who are your "friends" (or at worst, acquaintances) one day and then very specifically target and delete you the next. You know. Because they're mad at you and I guess it's... therapeutic?

I am not going to preach saying how appalled I am at people who do that considering I have "blocked" a few people before (like Debbie and Debbie, who like to have public conversations about specific things and they never think anyone is smart enough to catch on... personally, I am just not into that kind of "show" so I would rather not involuntarily see it), but I AM going to laugh heartily at it. Laugh with me!

It happened to me today! AGAIN! This person (Debbie... obviously) has been lingering on my FB friend list since the Mama Drama last year. I didn't delete her because I am on a lifelong quest to attempt to take the high road at least once in my life. So there she hung... surfacing every once in a while, enough to make me wonder why she is STILL THERE. She did, after all, delete me from her MS over a year ago. Take that, Kristie! Nanny nanny poo poo!

And then she saw me at the parade this past weekend. And then she emailed a friend of mine and alluded to the "drama." And then she attempted to join a FB group I started a LONG time ago (before the implosion). And when I messaged her reminding her who I was and explaining to her that she was clearly in the wrong place, she replied in her body-snatcher kind of way, inviting me to contact her if I ever needed to. And then she deleted me from her friend list.


Have a great day!