Just a snapshot

2009-02-17T00:49:00.001-05:00

Holy crap this wonderwall crap from msn.com or not from them and what they adopted is really freaking annoying! truly, crap. Nothing to wonder here at all. bleh

flashy.

2009-01-19T21:58:00.005-05:00

Ipods. MP3 players. Music anywhere. Google Earth. I can view myself viewing myself from Google Earth. We have put chimps and women and men in space with access to watch the Pittsburgh Steelers beat the Ravens. What I am getting at is technology and all it's glory. HD tvs that physists can't even set up means nothing. Technology. Fast. Glitzy. Shiny. Sleek.
You know what's not technology? Cops. Sure, sure, they have laptops that they can Facebook all day on, or AIM, or shopping during the boring moments of a sleepy town but they are still antiquated. For example, I'll be super embarrassed when aliens come down for a visit, or takeover or whatever the polite term is now, (future blog) and question our methods.
So I'm minding my own business driving to work and boom! Flashy, glitzy like, I'm teleported up down over whatever it's teleportation you're not supposed to know where the 'mothership' is. After I yelp because they made me spill coffee on my new shirt they all stare at me or my blazing brown stain. the coffee people.

2008-11-22T00:49:00.000-05:00

Snore!

My Queer K

2008-07-08T22:26:00.001-04:00

sigh.

Love my Hondy

2008-04-27T20:21:00.000-04:00

Couldn't do a thing. It was either hit the rock or swerve into about 100 cars all going average 70mph. I bit it. I heard the loud pop going 75 miles an hour on 84W and stayed calm, pressed my hazards right away, gripped the wheel and pulled over in the 'shoulder.' I couldn't even open my door without risk of it being taken off so I crawled through the passenger side. I was expecting the worst, deflated tire, rim somewhere in the fast lane but to my pleasant surprise, tire still intact. I pushed down on it rubbed it looking for air but it stayed inflated. So, okay. deep breath. I waited then accelerated in the shoulder and it was so loud! My steering wheel was shaking and vibrating- shit, can I steer? I pulled out and I could, I figured I fecked up my alignment and just kept praying. My arms are so sore from holding the wheel straight and I kept thanking my driving angel (keep it in my car gift from my brother-Thanks R!- since I am traveling all the time. She's kept me safe more than a few times)
She wasn't pulling too badly so I figured I'd just keep riding until it blew. Then I was making a bargain, to teh driving Gods and Goddesses 'get me home, get me home. get me 75 miles, I'm so close. then get me past 287E then please do not let me down Hondy' (that's her name pronounced Hon-dee) 'please Hondy, baby, get me over the Tappan Zee Bridge.' then ok, past the Palisades Mall, cause then my dad can come get me if he has too with the tow and that's only 12 miles from home...but I got all the way into my parent's driveway. Pulled in, hugged the dog, then naturally burst into tears. :) I felt like I just got off a boat too from all the vibrating.

Mom, Dad, Aunt Beck, and Uncle Len come home 10 mins later and I run up demanding a hug, my mom can't get outta the car she's all freaked out, (glad I didn't get the freak out trait deer in headlights from her) and we're all staring at my car like waiting for it to explode or just collapse. of course, we're not in a cartoon so it didn't. so my dad, still in his suit, (cousin's baptism) says, I want to take her out see how she does. Good thingI went with him. Going up the driveway my dad looks at me and says, "Peanut, I do not want you driving this home."
We were going 7 miles an hour and it was vibrating so bad. So we turn to look at my brothers new house up the street and we get serioulsy 30 secs down the road and all of a sudden I hear, "there she goes." Tire blew.
My lovely car, since I had the miles counter on, made it exactly 75 miles! We get the tire off some nice man stops and helps since my dad is in a suit and hey, I'm blonde changes it for us, tried to give him money he wouldn't take it. So thank you nice man from Vernon who is a bartender in Hoboken named Rick. Or Rich.
Anyway, we saw the rim and my dad looks at me and just gives me a hug. He says, "I have no idea why that tire that didn't blow into a million pieces as soon as you hit that concrete and you weren't a ping-pong on the highway."
Scary. It's obviously because of my driving angel. I really don't know how but I'm glad Hondy pulled through. It was like as soon as my dad sat it in my protective bubble burst and she was free to just cry. funny thing is, I just mailed in my last payment and was trading her in um, today or next week when i got back from Miami. Irony, huh? Now I have to buy two new tires and hopefully, that's it. I hope it's not a front end issue. Now, too I feel guilty for wanting to trade the ole girl in.

By the way

2008-03-12T21:31:00.001-04:00

...I'm the ideal independent Woman- I have a job, I went to college (thanks mom), earned my degree, will not change my last name, (what for?) I pay for my own beers, I'll buy you a drink, however I would not be opposed to the entertaining idea of perhaps co-habitating. "Singles don't tend to live as long as married people." I dunno, sounds like a poll waiting to happen 'cause I swear my married friends would love to kill their spouses...they just don't. Too much paperwork I think.

the idea

2008-03-12T21:08:00.000-04:00

So, how's your love life? I say non-existent thanks for asking. He squints, laughs, points at me and over the bad music in the quiet bar, and he hears me. Sees me. This harmless man with a heart oozing and an ego as big as the moon, "Nah, man, you don't say that with a smile on your face."

Crap.

Okay. You got me. It's a secret. We can't speak about it. Yeah, I'm in love all right, in love with the dream that love might not be so sucky for a gal like me. Two people can make it work, cause sometimes you can't for each other, and that's okay but maybe three, five, nine people can make it work? Fact though that I want to make it work with one two ten people is my belief in the dream. It's a nice thought to have that someone that not only sees you ugly but cares about you and your decisions. Hey, it's a start.

Speaking of work, all the people there know me. Yup, they see into my soul. They are constantly telling me how lucky I am how perfect I have it. You don't need this job. You can go anywhere. Really, I was thinking Venus, oh, you can't go there either, huh, guess my not being married doesn't make a dang difference. A sigh. Then the ususal, "You're not married." Nope. And I don't have cancer. Why is your tone the same? I have no death sentence, (that I know of) I'm not in jail, or on death row. I'm just a 'single' girl in love with the dream because someone made it happen for me.

You're not married-you're lucky. It breaks my heart. Although that means I can obviously leap buildings and stay out late and swim to India and do the Boston Globe Crossword puzzle in four minutes (I really can't- no one can and if so you're lying) all because I'm so lucky?

Thanks for figuring me out. I mean what's wrong with saying your wife/husband is your best friend? Isn't that the point? So thanks for all your insight.
No, I don't have cancer. I'm in love with love. Deal.

Airborne is Grounded

2008-03-05T19:21:00.000-05:00

Those silly folks (namely teachers what's that say about our kids) actually believed that powdery crap fizzling in your water would help make you healthy. What a sham! It has been proven, The Center for Science in the Public Interest, that Airborne is just a really expensive vitamin. In no way does this help keep you healthy. And so, non-profit organizations win again and Airborne must shell out 23 million dollars for false advertising.

I wonder how many people stayed healthy though. Talk about the power of persuasion-you drink this vile fizzle and you will dodge cold and flu season this year. And it probably worked for you. If we could put our positive energy elsewhere who knows what else we could cure? Then sue for. Endless.

Stepping on up

2008-03-03T21:51:00.000-05:00

Thanks Sev, you sent me this address about a year ago and now since I've stepped up and entered this century, I have my own computer and can babble like old times. Yes, yes, I know, I am quite lame for waiting so long, however some things are worth the wait. And now look at me?-A blogger.

Although, it does make me wonder if I only jumped on this fad eons ago- say when I was much younger and my brain was like a sponge- there would be no need for my ass to wake up early and return to a place called 'work.' Purgatory is a good name also, but I think I stole that from somewhere...