Thursday, February 26, 2009
EVERYONE JUST NEEDS TO GET OVER IT! Seriously. Everyone I encounter is so negative and crabby and complaining. I understand the need to unload or vent but the constant whining about everything under the sun is getting really old. The definition of insanity is performing the same act over and over expecting a different result or outcome. Isn't whining and/or chronic complaining the same thing. I was at a community meeting this week and heard for the sixth or seventh time the same person stand up and give the same set of gripes. Rather than putting your complaints on tour, why not offer them up WITH A SOLUTION. OMG...what a novel idea. There are some things in life-actually there are a lot of things in life-that we cannot control. Like the weather. And certain factions of the community. And other motorists. And all kinds of things. So, let it go. You will be so much happier. Trust me on this one. Plus, no one really cares.
PS: I know that the title of this post has nothing to do with the content but I really like that picture and couldn't figure out a way to use it. True Story.
Friday, February 20, 2009
We were...just ahhh...getting some lunch. Yes, it is lunch time. Or at least it was when we got here.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I felt a compelling need to post today because it is Valentine's Day but couldn't really think of anything worthy of posting. I thought I might find some insperation in a title. Just as I couldn't decide on a Valentine, I was having difficulty deciding on a title, too. So, I thought I would just share all of the titles that I came up with. Some are borrowed and others are original. Some are funny (you and I will think) and some are lame (you will think). They all end in "AKA Valentine's Day 2K9." In any event, I hope your Valentine, if you have one, was the someone special you hoped they would be. And if no one told you they loved you today, I love you. xoxo
*Please Be More Positive With Your Feedback.
*(Unrequited) Love Stinks.
*Nerds Aspire To Be Me.
*Apparently, Someone Was Not Heard By Their Loved Ones This Morning.
*If No One Told You I love You Today, I Love You.
*I'm Not Bitter And I Am Not A Liar. Both Are Untrue.
*If I Get Up Early Enough Tomorrow, I Wonder How Many Strides Of Pride I Will See?
*If SHE Has A Date, Why Don't I? Oh Yea, Because I am Using The "I Chose To Be Alone" Excuse.
*Celebrating MILFs All Over The World.
*For A Little While, I Was Falling In Love.
*It's A Great Night To Sit Alone In Starbucks And Work On This Dumbass Blog.
*If There Is A God, Then Why Is My Arse The Perfect Height For Kicking?
*Seriously, Dan? Seriously?
*If All The Good Ones Are Taken, And I Am Not Taken, What Does That Say?
*Happy Birthday, Megan!
*According To Craig's List, I Am Still Not Missing Any Connections.
*Quit Staring At Me. You're Alone Too.
*I Might Be Alone, But You Just Walked By With 30 LBS Of Cat Litter. 'Nuff Said.
**I Can't Help But Smile Today.....True Story
Thursday, February 12, 2009
A butter knife (stating the obvious here) is for spreading butter.
A butter knife can be used to loosen the lid of a jar.
A butter knife can be used to jimmy a lock.
A butter knife has many acceptable and proper uses. Such as subbing as a letter opener. That's ok. The following is not ok.
Licking. A BUTTER KNIFE IS NOT TO BE LICKED at the dinner table IN A RESTAURANT (and yes, I AM SHOUTING THIS).
The following is an acutal recount of a Butter Knife Licking Incident. In the end, no one was hurt.
I recently went on a date. I would call it the second date and our first meal together. The gentleman (using the term losely) licked his butter knife. He licked it after thinking about it. He looked at the butter knife, a flash of "do I or don't I" went across his face, and he went for it. It wasn't anywhere near subtle. It was a full-on-slobbering-I-am-going-to-get-everything-stuck-to-this-knife-off-of-this-knife lick. Yes, it was that bad and that obvious. I wish I could say that the talent of his tongue cleaning the knife led my mind to wander to other, we'll call them interesting, thoughts. But it didn't. I was just really grossed out. I wonder if he does it a lot? Lick the butter knife, that is. I will never know.
I know its really tempting to misuse utensils and its probably a little ok in the privacy of your own home. But do not do it in public. On a date. In a crowded restaurant. Resist the urge. Forego the extra sauce or cheese or crusty whatever that is stuck to the knife. Just don't do it.
He did pay for dinner (with money that he fetched from his two-tone-brown-nylon-velcro-closure wallet).