It Don't Come Easy

For the past month, feeling more like FOREVER, I have been waiting for this new job to open up so I can give my old company the boot.

Yesterday, I was waiting on pins and needles waiting to hear something, something that had me answering every phone call which I am less inclined to do on the land line because we don't have caller id. And I think we have heard from every charity organization in the state and representatives of every Republican candidate in the last 2 weeks. All wanting money after monotonously reading me a script eschewing their virtues. I've finally gotten over my phobia of being rude, and I'm now hanging up on most of them. Because I'm practicing a little bit of selfishness. Something I have put down on my New Year's Resolution list. Ever heard of that?

I replied to a company superior, who turned me down for a raise earlier this year, that I would not be able to work overtime this weekend. That's only the second time I have told any manager that I cannot work OT in the 7 years I have worked for them. I didn't owe him anything. And instead of feeling guilty, I felt....free. Because when I had said "yes" in the past 2 years, I have actually felt....guilty. But that guilt was not only because I was depriving myself of much needed personal recreation and rest, but much needed time with my family, especially my son. And guess who is hitting the double digits starting next year?

I have never received a bonus with this company. We have never received across the board raises that we didn't have to have an "approved evaluation" to receive. I know it's bad, but I don't owe them anything. If I could travel, I would be making hand over fistfuls of money, and they know as my being a mom working from home, they've got me where they want me. They think of us as a dime a dozen. Some employees even had to take a pay cut a few years ago...and were told about it right before Christmas. And Christmas? This is hysterical. No cards, not even cheap gadgets that your geeky husband has more appreciation for than you do.

Well, no more.

I have told the recruiter of this other company what I want. And I have a HELLUVA lot to give clients and to any company that I work for. I'm tired of feeling that I have to be so subservient to anyone, and take abuse, just so I can thank God above that I have a job with them, as if nobody else would want to hire me. Gee that sounds like ...domestic abuse?

One thing that I will always be proud of myself about is that when I make up my mind about anything or anyone, 99.9% of the time, my mind will NOT be changed.

One of the company vice-presidents told my managers to budget a new computer for me in 2008. I burst out laughing. My typing fingers can be just as bad as my mouth sometimes....I so wanted to reply "I don't think that will be necessary.."

Change is scary, and I've sometimes questioned moving here, for instance. But I've looked back at my life and I think of all the chances I blew simply because of my fear of the unknown...of being comfy just by being "stagnant". I have to take chances.

I will not be afraid anymore. That actually, is on the top of my list for 2008.

And with that profound thought, I'll shut up again about the personal life and try to get interested in the news. And for starters, what I've read about Mike Huckabee ain't pretty. I will never vote for a bigot or anyone who demonizes others but can't take any criticism himself. Kind of like the Hildabeast herself.

I don't even know where or what happened to make him a Republican front-runner, I cannot find ONE Huck for Prez sign here where I live here in South Carolina, one of the early primary states.

Please let this nightmare pass. Please let this not be our nominee for President.

I dread November.

My Profile

I think I will fill it in sometime between tonight and Sunday...doubt tonight, because I have a hair appointment this afternoon followed by dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Then....! It's Barnes & Noble (I think.)

Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!

(Look for some cat blogging too.)


Here is where I wish I were right now instead of damp and cold South Caroliney..

Sorry.

This has become a po' neglected blog.

I don't blog about the personal stuff here, I save that for the Journal, but frankly life has been very busy and hectic that I hardly have any time to even read the news much anymore.

And I don't want to get so stressed out that I end up looking as aged as Hillary. No job in the world is worth aging you another 10-20 years. I feel sorry for Hillary, but she can bow out of this anytime she wants to, now can't she? I doubt Obama is aging as fast, but give him 4 years in the WH...most of the men have left there looking like shit, even dead.










Hope everyone is caught up with their shopping. Of course I haven't.

Reason #5 To Hate Islam

Maybe when I wrote the title of this post I should have made it HIGHER!

"Religious" Muslim dad murders his daughter for not wearing her habib (whatever the fuck it's called)

I hate this cult, and I hate even more the politically correct goon squads who intimidate us into treating this "religion" with the same reverence we give to our own belief system. I'd give you a hundred years to spout your "all cultures are equal" bullshit, and you'll never convince me ONE IOTA of ANY good Islam has done for the world. NOT ONE

And I hate the NOW and the other "feminist" hypocrites for not coming public with any "outrage" about the OBVIOUS mysogyny of this..."religion". You all are just as responsible for this child's death as the radicals who condone these "honor killings". Where are you these people who "liberated" me as a woman, supposedly to make ALL women's lives better? Where the fuck are you? Probably you'll stay silent just in case you get the Van Gogh treatment, eh?


Assholes. Cowardly, spineless, Assholes.

Getting the Weekend Off the Right Way

The public radio station, broadcast from Charlotte, North Carolina plays the absolutely COOLEST music that I haven't heard from ONE station in YEARS. And it's "multi-cultural", but in a good way...hillbilly, classical, modern, indy...even some classic pop.

Guess what was playing on there yesterday as I was driving?




Remember when Mitsubishi used this tune on their commercials?

Where's The Rage?

(Hat tip to Fred)

Hanukkah Hams! Get 'em while they last!


A posh food store in New York's Greenwich Village has found itself red faced after offering hams for sale with the slogan "Delicious for Hanukkah," the current Jewish religious holiday.


Uh oh. Looks like someone made a boo-boo.

The non-kosher labelling was spotted at the weekend by Manhattan novelist Nancy Kay Shapiro, 46, who decided instead of alerting management to take a picture of the unorthodox sign and post it on the Internet.

"I just thought it was funny," Shapiro, who described herself as an unobservant Jew, told the New York Post. "I wasn't offended in any way. I just thought, here's somebody who knows nothing about what Jews eat."

What....WHAT? No calls for beheadings of these infidels? This shop hasn't been burned down yet? Where's the OUTRAGE? Where's the fucking A-C-L-U when you need them? (Oh yeah...they're tied up this time of year getting rid of those offensive Nativity scenes and Christmas from "public" publics. Take a number...they'll get back with you on January 2nd at the earliest)....

Um...dayum... the lady thinks this was FUNNY? Well, damn her too, the apostate! And behead her as well!

By the time Shapiro returned to the store on Tuesday, the first night of Hanukkah, the signs had vanished, the newspaper reported.


Not good enough. Someone must pay for insulting the Prophet!


A manager at the Balducci's gourmet grocery store told the newspaper that the sign was a mistake and blamed it on a stock clerk.

(Yeah, blame on it on someone else...it's always someone else's fault these days, isn't it? (dori))


Pork and shellfish are among the foods considered unclean under Jewish law.

Jewish?

Er...wrong religion. Heh.

Never mind.



Thank God those "Joooooooos" have a sense of humor, huh? Wish members of a certain other religion would learn from them. The key word being "would" if they "could". 9th century mindsets are hard to change, you see.

BTW, I've added a teddy bear to my Christmas wish list. Think I'll call him "Mo".

Comments

I know this may kill any and all of the few comments I receive, but since I don't want to have to deal with trolls this time around, I have enabled this feature that only allows comments if you have google accounts.

Getting a google (email) account is very easy and free, so I hope if you really REALLY want to say something here I hope you'll take the 2 minutes of trouble to get it.

Cool, A Poll!

Blogger, in their generosity, have given us blogger freeloaders the (free!) ability to post polls.

They will be at the bottom of the page, if anyone is interested. I will try to keep them updated depending on how busy I am or if the Spirit moves me with a creative question.

Enjoy.

UPDATE:

Take my poll. Please? Fred is laughing his ass off at me because he's the only one who has answered it.
Don't cause me to have suicidal thoughts tonight, okay?

"Based on a True Story"

Why locks are sometimes not your best friends...

The Water Co Is Full of **it.

More than 2 months after putting any water in our swimming pool, the water/sewer company is now saying that we're using 1400 gal/day.

No shit, that's what they say, and told my husband the bill reading is correct. Now, to be "correct", we'd have to have a whole army regiment with acute dysentery living here during the day and continuously flushing the toilets. (My husband and son have a bad habit of not flushing their pee during the night, and I sleep as hard as the dead, so no flushing is going on then.)

The 'holes have graciously agreed to come out to our house tomorrow morning to "check the meter". Oh, and by the way? This company is owned by the City of S*******burg, South Carolina. Think we can expect terrific service being that this is a gubbermint agency?

The sewer line in front of our house sprung a leak over the summer. Wouldn't surprise me in the least in there's more of the same.

Have a glorious Monday. And yes, I listened to Imus. For 2 minutes. As soon as he said Mary Matalin had written another right wing whacko book, I turned him off. Think he'll apologize and grovel to conservatives? Probably not.

The PC Crowd Mourns

Imus is coming back on Monday.

Get over it, you crybabies, this is America, The US Constitution does not protect you from getting your litty, bitty, itty feelings hurt.

Take it from me, "The Godfather" (1, 2, and 3) and "The Sopranos" have not driven me to suicide nor has incessant requests for great pasta sauce recipes. (Though the thought of having possible Mafia connections via dead relatives' murky pasts brings out a certain inner evil joy in me that leaves me cackling out loud at 3 in the morning.)


If you don't like it, don't listen to it, dumbass.

Or go to Cuba, North Korea, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, or the U.K. where they're especially tuned in to overly sensitive feewings.

Belly Art

When I turned 40, as a couple of you might remember who read the Rott as I do, I played around with the idea of piercing my belly button in honor of this age milestone.

I chickened out, which in hindsight turned out to be a good thing because as you know, the skin slowly loses elasticity as we age making any jewelery I might choose to place down there, well..possibly more and more inconspicuous as my skin slowly goes downward. Something which I am trying to fight valiantly against, mind you, without starving my body of healthy nutrients. Starving being my M.O. back in my late teens and twenties, which has caused my bones to develop osteoporosis, which of course meant NOTHING to me back then since the "future" for me was what I would be doing in the next 2 weeks. Mommas, don't let your babies grow up to be anorexics. It's just as deadly, if not more, than obesity.

Enough of the drama.

As the beginning of my 44th year on Earth is fast approaching, I have researched and found out that one does not need piercing, tattooing, excessive exercising, starving, or even plastic surgery to make one's body a piece of art.

No pain needed whatsoever. This chick proves it.

Happy belated Friday. (Sorry, I was PMSing too much to bother mentioning it yesterday.)

AND I MISS BIG (MR) DICK'S PLACE!

Thank you!

For the "welcome backs". Especially to BiW, it's an honor to be called your "blogsis", Counselor.


Since I've been gone (not really, since I've been playing cheap trash romance writer on my online journal), I can now understand why famous musicians, poets, artists, mimes, etc. turned to drugs to get the creative juices flowing. And that is why it started sucking to write here when I gave this up.

I still hate politics probably because of all the spineless hypocrites we have running our government these days, people that would sell their soul to the devil if it meant staying in power for the rest of their lives and collecting big pensions at taxpayers' expense. Nobody wants to be a leader, a visionary, anymore. It's all about pandering to the masses and getting what's best for YOU instead of the country. But why should anyone be surprised? They don't teach love of country that much, if at all, in the schools anymore. But everyone is told to look to good ole Uncle Sam's pockets to take care of them from cradle to grave without anything in return, even loyalty, to the country of your birth. And as most of you know, our young are taught to question and even hate our country for everything and anything we stand for and for those principles that propelled us to the superpower we have become.

And I'm bored...very bored. I drink at least 1 pot of coffee a day and have to take a pill to get a good night's rest. It seems my job lasts from 7am to 7pm now, due indirectly to new government mandates concerning Medicare which have made things even more convoluted. But according to a fellow blogger, who pissed me off enough to re-open shop here again, that is why she, a (limousine) liberal Democrat, is more Christian than I am. We all should be willing to work more hours to pay an every increasing tax burden put on us by a hungry government where more is never enough, according to her. But what she doesn't see is that unlike her, I don't live in a neighborhood where the kids are given Volvos as graduation gifts. Where they can afford to find high price accountants to avoid paying taxes but then shame the rest of us because we dare ask for even a 10% cut in our tax bill that we cannot get out of paying.

I don't work overtime, I don't work hard to get a measly 3% raise so that most of what I earn, and what has exhausted me to earn, is automatically snatched up by Uncle Sam because he knows better what to do with MY money than I do.

None of the Republican candidates are making me excited enough to count the days till November, but at least Mitt Romney is working his ass off to get nominated, and is starting to look a helluva lot better than Fred(!) Thompson. I was WRONG for ever thinking Fred(!) could be another Reagan, you can't even get the man to debate, that's how much he really wants it. Which he doesn't obviously. And Romney appeals to me too, and you know why? Because his Mormon religion has become such a fucking big deal to some hard core Christian fundamentalists. The kind who probably thought John F Kennedy was going to pronounce Roman Catholicism the State Religion and enshrine the Pope as his entire Cabinet. I can totally empathize with Romney on that.

More o'pinions, later on...time to go back to work and try to earn a living.


Again, thanks, everyone!

This Is Where Cultural Sensitivity™ Will Get You

At least in the Muslim World, where they expect special rights in the Western world, but you cannot even build a church in most of their countries. (Pigs' Blood Be Upon You, C.A.I.R.)

Middle aged woman, a teacher, goes to jail over naming a teddy bear after their (not mine) so-called prophet. (The kind of "prophet" that my Bible warned about coming after Christ ascended back into Heaven)

I bloody well hope the British people riot in the streets about this. And I think the West should cut all aid to Sudan until these idiots decide (and prove) that they want to live in the 21st Century.

The British Empire should have never left that part of the world. When they left, they took Civilization with them.

UPDATE:

Now these savages want her executed WTH?. Hey Gordon! Hey George! Where the fuck are you? What you say?

They lay one hand on her, and it should be bombs away! Target the mosques first.

Angst Free Zone

My public side is here.

My private side is on another other blog server. (and I'm not telling, nor reminding certain people that I've told before where this one is, but you've missed my first attempt at writing cheap romantic/borderline soft porn trash. I've been told it's very good. Tough shit, your loss, pay more attention next time. Ha. Ha. Ha.)

And one other thing...trolls and their comments, even borderline troll will be automatically deleted. I haven't even decided if I'm going to accept comments this time around at all, to be honest.