So I was at cycle class a few weeks ago and the instructor was telling us a story about her son asking her about lyrics to a song. She said that she doesn't pay attention to the lyrics of songs, and she said "you know, how you just like the music, but you don't know the words". I thought to myself, No, I have no fucking idea what you are talking about, how can you like a song if you don't know the lyrics and you can't comprehend what the song is even about. Then the other day I heard a DJ on the radio say the same thing, that people don't pay much attention to the lyrics, and don't know the words to most songs. This really baffles me. If you don't know the lyrics to the song, how/why would you like the song? Doesn't everyone else sing the lyrics in the car? I can't be the only person in the world who does this.
I don't claim to know every single word to every single song I listen to, but if I like the song I do figure out most of the words simply by hearing the song fairly frequently. If I really really really like a song or artist or I can't quite make out what they are saying or the meaning behind it, I'll actually Google it. Whoa... I know that is a novel concept for most people. But then again I guess most people just don't care. That is a shame. That makes me sad for all of the songwriters out there who are being passed by for some garbage synthesized/auto-tuned shit that doesn't even make sense. Yeah yeah, I sound like an old person bitching about today's music, but that isn't even it. I like a lot of new music. There are just certain concepts I don't quite understand. But that is for an entirely different post.
I think people should take a few minutes to listen to a song. Fully immerse themselves in the lyrics and feel the emotion that the songwriter is putting forth. Even if it is an upbeat dance song, there is still an emotion involved. I think the person who wrote the song would appreciate that a little bit.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Mentioning unmentionables
I was shopping last week and I bought myself some new sports bras since I'm supposed to be going to the gym more. Ok ok, I will be going to the gym more. Anyway, because I'm big chested it has always been hard for me to find sports bras that fit me until last year that is. Then I discovered sports bras at Lane Bryant which for anyone who doesn't know that is a s Plus Sized Apparel store. Anyway, they have all sorts of bras that will fit my ample chest. Granted they are pricey, but bras anywhere are pricey these days. Plus, they have sales and specials that help with the cost. But when I was checking out, the cashier asked me do these work? I said well they work for me, I'm not entirely sure what you mean though. And she said that she has always had to wear a regular bra and a sports bra over top of that. This is not the first time I have heard of this. Almost every big boobied woman I have ever met has told me the same thing. The weird thing is I've never had to do that with my sized 40DD's so I can't figure out how smaller chested women are having this problem. I wonder if they have ever tried to get a proper fitting sports bra and only wear that. I didn't really go into much detail with this girl, other than I said, well you work here so you probably get a stellar discount and you could just try one on before you purchased it, so I think you should go ahead and get one and try it out. I said it must be really uncomfortable having to wear two bras. Plus, that would cause a ton of extra laundry, and delicates are a pain in the ass to wash/dry as it is. But I'm still amazed that women all over the world have been doing something so ridiculous rather than just buying a properly fitting undergarment. Oh well. Hopefully, I am making a difference one set of boobies at a time.
On to panties. I have discovered recently that I have been buying the wrong size panties all of my life. And that is because I always followed the instructions on the backs of the packages. They all say if you are this heigh/weight/dress size, you should wear this size underwear. But guess what they are really really wrong. Like two sizes wrong. And I have always wondered why underwear was always so uncomfortable and annoying. It is because I have always been wearing the wrong size. Maybe that is why I've been such a bitch my entire life. Hmm... something to ponder I suppose. No, but really I discovered this by accident because one day that I wasn't wearing my glasses (ok so I never wear my glasses- it typically doesn't cause an major problems) I picked up a pair of panties that were a size 6. I thought they said size 8. Got them home, washed them and when I wore them the first time I said to myself "wow these are amazing and they stay put and they aren't all bunched up anywhere and they don't come up to my fucking ears". I thought perhaps it was just the brand or style I had bought so I looked at the tag to note the brand so I could purchase them again in the future when I discovered that they were only a size 6. I said that can't be right, how on earth could my fat ass fit into a size 6. So I went to a different store and bought a different brand in the size 6 to compare and come to find out those fit me perfectly too. So I tried one last store with a different sizing style, this was sized based on your pants size. Knowing that the other panties I bought were two sizes smaller than I would typically wear according to the label, I bought a pair that was 2 sizes too small this time as well. Again they fit perfectly.
Of course I'm happy about this because it opens up more doors for me being able to buy normal sized underwear in normal stores (which will save me money), but it also makes me question a lot of things in clothing. I mean I have always believed that standard sizing sucks. I am tall and have a long torso, so nothing ever fits me properly, but for god's sake I thought they could at least get this right. Oh well, I just suggest to people to not always believe what you've been told, and to figure it out for yourselves. Happy panty shopping!
On to panties. I have discovered recently that I have been buying the wrong size panties all of my life. And that is because I always followed the instructions on the backs of the packages. They all say if you are this heigh/weight/dress size, you should wear this size underwear. But guess what they are really really wrong. Like two sizes wrong. And I have always wondered why underwear was always so uncomfortable and annoying. It is because I have always been wearing the wrong size. Maybe that is why I've been such a bitch my entire life. Hmm... something to ponder I suppose. No, but really I discovered this by accident because one day that I wasn't wearing my glasses (ok so I never wear my glasses- it typically doesn't cause an major problems) I picked up a pair of panties that were a size 6. I thought they said size 8. Got them home, washed them and when I wore them the first time I said to myself "wow these are amazing and they stay put and they aren't all bunched up anywhere and they don't come up to my fucking ears". I thought perhaps it was just the brand or style I had bought so I looked at the tag to note the brand so I could purchase them again in the future when I discovered that they were only a size 6. I said that can't be right, how on earth could my fat ass fit into a size 6. So I went to a different store and bought a different brand in the size 6 to compare and come to find out those fit me perfectly too. So I tried one last store with a different sizing style, this was sized based on your pants size. Knowing that the other panties I bought were two sizes smaller than I would typically wear according to the label, I bought a pair that was 2 sizes too small this time as well. Again they fit perfectly.
Of course I'm happy about this because it opens up more doors for me being able to buy normal sized underwear in normal stores (which will save me money), but it also makes me question a lot of things in clothing. I mean I have always believed that standard sizing sucks. I am tall and have a long torso, so nothing ever fits me properly, but for god's sake I thought they could at least get this right. Oh well, I just suggest to people to not always believe what you've been told, and to figure it out for yourselves. Happy panty shopping!
Where and when can I actually speak my mind then?
So let me get this straight: I can't tell anyone in the real world how I feel about anything because then I'm being negative or argumentative, or whatever other excuse someone wants to give for not wanting to deal with reality, and I can't post what I really feel on social media outlets because well some of my so called "friends" might have a different opinion than I have but because they have the maturity of a 12 year old they only know how to "unfriend" someone when they disagree on a topic, they can't actually articulate their opinion like a normal adult and have a discussion about something, or better yet they resort to personal attacks. I can't tell my in laws what I really think about them because then that starts World War III within the family. Even though what I have to say is the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts, and what they are doing is affecting me and my life and my fucking bank account. But no I can't speak my mind. I can't tell my boss that I think it is really fucking shitty that we have 3 slacker fucking employees in our department who come in whenever they want (usually 10am or so), take 2 hour lunches and then leave at 4:15pm to go to "core and more" class at the campus gym. I can't tell my boss that someone isn't actually ever doing work, but rather surfing the Internet, skyping their significant other or playing solitaire. Nope, can't tell anyone that is going on. I can't tell people that my dog is half pitbull, nope I have to lie about that and keep it hidden because people are so fucking stupid that they don't understand that a certain breed of dog is not vicious- except for chihuahuas, cocker spaniels and dalmatians which are more vicious and bite more people, children in particular than any pitbull ever has. I can't tell my neighbors that I think they are racist dickheads, or at the very least I can't even tell them that it isn't nice to hate the Cuban family up the street just because they are jealous that they themselves couldn't afford at $320,000 house (here's a thought maybe if you kept your legs closed and didn't treat popping out babies as an Olympic sport, you might be able to afford some things- just sayin'.) I can't tell my fiance's friends that they are fucking morons and they really shouldn't be judging people considering they are 36 years old, have never had a girlfriend and still live at home with their father (and they look and act like a creepy pedophile)
So I want a fucking answer- when and where can I actually speak my mind on things? Everyone is so worried about the 1st fucking amendment, but when anyone has something to say they get beat down for having an opinion or making an observation. I suppose you can say I'm speaking my mind right here, right now; but to me this doesn't count because I know for a fact that no one reads this blog. And I also know that the people who need to hear what I have to say would never hear it anyway.
So I want a fucking answer- when and where can I actually speak my mind on things? Everyone is so worried about the 1st fucking amendment, but when anyone has something to say they get beat down for having an opinion or making an observation. I suppose you can say I'm speaking my mind right here, right now; but to me this doesn't count because I know for a fact that no one reads this blog. And I also know that the people who need to hear what I have to say would never hear it anyway.
Monday, January 16, 2012
It is that time of year- New Year's Resolution time
Happy New Year everyone! I wish all of my friends and family and even people I don't know a happy, healthy and prosperous new year.
Now it is time for resolutions. I have stated in the past that I think resolutions are stupid because people never stick to them for very long and I always have to wonder why do you need a certain time of year to tell you that if you aren't happy with the way things are going in your life you should change them? I think this year I'm going to take a different approach. If you want to have a new year's resolution go ahead, I don't care. I have even made one myself, even though it is 2 weeks after New Year's Day.
My resolution this year is to stop being Ms. Nice Guy. I'm way too nice to people and I need to stop. I am constantly being bullied and treated like shit and walked all over and taken advantage of. I recently cleaned house as far as my friends and who I want in my life. I can't deal with high maintenance people anymore. If you don't have something positive to contribute to my life, then I don't need you in it. Plain and simple. Of course this is going to exclude a lot of people, but I don't really care. And hopefully if people think that I am such a good friend worth having, maybe they will think before they treat people so badly in the future. I don't need "friends" who use me and hurt me. It just isn't worth it.
I also joined a new gym this year. Let me just say, you really do get what you pay for. I hadn't been to the Y in about a year because I couldn't stand it there. There were always so many kids running around in places they weren't supposed to be (like the adults only locker room where the sign clearly stated that children were not allowed in there) and the entire Y catered to kids. I understand that is the purpose of the Y, so I can't really fault them too much. I should have switched to an adults only gym a long time ago. It wasn't just the kids though, it was the attitude of everyone at the Y. They were so closed minded and judgmental. I realize that being in the south I'm just going to have to accept that it is isn't like being in the Northeast anymore. The Y that I used to work at was tolerant. You could be any race, creed, sexual orientation or religion to go there. Not down here. And the staff wasn't even considerate. I spent $200 to get swimming lessons which I had to take in a group and the instructor told me "It isn't rocket science, why are you afraid to put your head down". Well, it isn't rocket science, it is called a fucking fear genius. You are the one who is supposed to help me get over the fear (I'm not afraid of water and I can sort of swim-I just don't keep my head down I look up because I'm afraid of not seeing where I'm going). How dare they talk to me like that though? I'm paying them. On top of it we always had to wait until 9:30pm to be allowed to use the pool because the kids had to use it first because they had to go home and go to bed. Are you serious. They get out of school at like 2:30 to 3:30 and they have the pool from that time until 9:30pm every night. I need to go home and go to bed too! I can't be out all hours of the night, I get up early and go to work. Plus with all of those kids, the pool was disgusting. Every time I went to the gym I got sick. And I won't even get into the people in the cycle class. How can you teach a cycle class and play music that makes me want to curl up in a corner and slit my wrists? You are supposed to play upbeat fast tempo music to keep us all pumped up. Why would you play some depressing quiet shit with lyrics about death and crying our eyes out?! Not to mention that they always had cycle class right at 5pm or 5:30 and I couldn't get from work to the gym in that amount of time.
But all of that is behind me now. I have joined a new wonderful gym that is adults only. There are no children allowed there. It is amazing. It does cost a little more money per month, but it is well worth it. You get full sized towels (as many as you want) the locker room is gorgeous and clean. The lockers have digital locks so you don't have to give the front desk your keys to hold (creepy). They have free coffee and water. The pool area is amazing. There is a therapy pool so I can just go in there and walk for a workout if I want to, and a lap pool for my new swim lessons. There is also a hot tub that I'm going to use to relax after long workouts as a reward. I've gone to 3 cycle classes and I loved all of the instructors. You get two free training sessions just by joining. And the gym hasn't been so crowded yet that I can't work out. And the patrons that go to this gym actually want to be there and they aren't meat heads throwing weights around or anorexics who stick their nose up at you. It is connected to Rex hospital so most of the people who are there have physical problems and are doing some sort of therapy. There are very fit people who work out there but they aren't obnoxious or rude. The whole place just makes me feel so welcome and comfortable. I love it. And if you love your gym you will go more often.
Anyway, so far I'm down four pounds. I have gone back to caring about myself and what I eat and I'm just paying attention and not treating myself like shit anymore. I have to love myself and take care of myself.
I hope everyone else is able to keep up with the goals that they have set for themselves this year as well. I'll keep everyone updated on my gym progress.
Now it is time for resolutions. I have stated in the past that I think resolutions are stupid because people never stick to them for very long and I always have to wonder why do you need a certain time of year to tell you that if you aren't happy with the way things are going in your life you should change them? I think this year I'm going to take a different approach. If you want to have a new year's resolution go ahead, I don't care. I have even made one myself, even though it is 2 weeks after New Year's Day.
My resolution this year is to stop being Ms. Nice Guy. I'm way too nice to people and I need to stop. I am constantly being bullied and treated like shit and walked all over and taken advantage of. I recently cleaned house as far as my friends and who I want in my life. I can't deal with high maintenance people anymore. If you don't have something positive to contribute to my life, then I don't need you in it. Plain and simple. Of course this is going to exclude a lot of people, but I don't really care. And hopefully if people think that I am such a good friend worth having, maybe they will think before they treat people so badly in the future. I don't need "friends" who use me and hurt me. It just isn't worth it.
I also joined a new gym this year. Let me just say, you really do get what you pay for. I hadn't been to the Y in about a year because I couldn't stand it there. There were always so many kids running around in places they weren't supposed to be (like the adults only locker room where the sign clearly stated that children were not allowed in there) and the entire Y catered to kids. I understand that is the purpose of the Y, so I can't really fault them too much. I should have switched to an adults only gym a long time ago. It wasn't just the kids though, it was the attitude of everyone at the Y. They were so closed minded and judgmental. I realize that being in the south I'm just going to have to accept that it is isn't like being in the Northeast anymore. The Y that I used to work at was tolerant. You could be any race, creed, sexual orientation or religion to go there. Not down here. And the staff wasn't even considerate. I spent $200 to get swimming lessons which I had to take in a group and the instructor told me "It isn't rocket science, why are you afraid to put your head down". Well, it isn't rocket science, it is called a fucking fear genius. You are the one who is supposed to help me get over the fear (I'm not afraid of water and I can sort of swim-I just don't keep my head down I look up because I'm afraid of not seeing where I'm going). How dare they talk to me like that though? I'm paying them. On top of it we always had to wait until 9:30pm to be allowed to use the pool because the kids had to use it first because they had to go home and go to bed. Are you serious. They get out of school at like 2:30 to 3:30 and they have the pool from that time until 9:30pm every night. I need to go home and go to bed too! I can't be out all hours of the night, I get up early and go to work. Plus with all of those kids, the pool was disgusting. Every time I went to the gym I got sick. And I won't even get into the people in the cycle class. How can you teach a cycle class and play music that makes me want to curl up in a corner and slit my wrists? You are supposed to play upbeat fast tempo music to keep us all pumped up. Why would you play some depressing quiet shit with lyrics about death and crying our eyes out?! Not to mention that they always had cycle class right at 5pm or 5:30 and I couldn't get from work to the gym in that amount of time.
But all of that is behind me now. I have joined a new wonderful gym that is adults only. There are no children allowed there. It is amazing. It does cost a little more money per month, but it is well worth it. You get full sized towels (as many as you want) the locker room is gorgeous and clean. The lockers have digital locks so you don't have to give the front desk your keys to hold (creepy). They have free coffee and water. The pool area is amazing. There is a therapy pool so I can just go in there and walk for a workout if I want to, and a lap pool for my new swim lessons. There is also a hot tub that I'm going to use to relax after long workouts as a reward. I've gone to 3 cycle classes and I loved all of the instructors. You get two free training sessions just by joining. And the gym hasn't been so crowded yet that I can't work out. And the patrons that go to this gym actually want to be there and they aren't meat heads throwing weights around or anorexics who stick their nose up at you. It is connected to Rex hospital so most of the people who are there have physical problems and are doing some sort of therapy. There are very fit people who work out there but they aren't obnoxious or rude. The whole place just makes me feel so welcome and comfortable. I love it. And if you love your gym you will go more often.
Anyway, so far I'm down four pounds. I have gone back to caring about myself and what I eat and I'm just paying attention and not treating myself like shit anymore. I have to love myself and take care of myself.
I hope everyone else is able to keep up with the goals that they have set for themselves this year as well. I'll keep everyone updated on my gym progress.
How not to host a dinner party or other event
Rule number one, don't wait until 3 days before an event and send a cryptic text message with no address or time inviting someone to a party for someone they hardly know. "Oh by the way, I was supposed to invite you to a birthday party for Tina who has never had a birthday party, you know so and so's something or other. It is going to be at Nic's house on Thursday, come whenever." - This is entirely inappropriate.
Rule number two, if you can't afford to throw a party, don't. This means if you can't afford to at least have cheap hors d'oeuvres set out for guests, (or a fucking bowl of chips and dip) then don't throw the party. If you can't afford simple alcohols, such as an inexpensive domestic beer and some inexpensive white and red wines (enough for each guest to have 2 servings) then either tell everyone it is a BYOB party (still tacky- but at least they are warned) or don't have the party. For that matter you could at least have soda available so we aren't stuck drinking tap water. Grown adults expect food and alcohol at a party. Also, taking apart nutty bars and putting them on a plate as an appetizer, does not count and is disgusting. You aren't fooling anyone with your lack of preparation.
Rule number three, children do not belong at adult parties. If you have children and you bring them to a party, please don't bring them while they have the flu or some other contagious disease and then allow them to cough and sneeze all over the dinner table while we are eating.
Rule number four, if you can't cook, don't. Order a fucking pizza, but don't make us sit there and eat the slop you call food. No one expects you to be an executive chef, but seriously, you have no taste buds if you think your cooking is actually good and it makes me want to vomit. And if you make shrimp for people, take the fucking tails off for christ's sake. Unless it is shrimp cocktail the tails should never be served on the shrimp.
Rule number five, don't ask your guests to bring everything for your party. That is just rude. I could have stayed home and had a great time with my food and my drinks.
Rule number six, don't get drunk and pass out on the living room floor at your own party. Also, don't throw up in the kitchen sink in front of everyone.
Rule number seven, make sure there is toilet paper in every bathroom and make sure there are extra rolls. Never leave an empty roll in the bathroom knowing damn right well you are having guests over. What the fuck is wrong with you!
Rule number eight, while you don't have to hire a maid, you should at least attempt to clean your house somewhat before having guests over. Piles of clean or dirty laundry should at least be hidden in the back of a closet if you don't have time to deal with them properly. The trash should not be overflowing and you should run the broom or vacuum really quickly before people show up. Also, maybe dust quickly if you don't have time to sufficiently clean the house, at least hit the areas where you know people will be.
Rule number nine, do not let your cat or dog or hedgehog walk on the kitchen tables and counters, it is disgusting.
Rule number ten, make your guests comfortable. I realize that you have been cooking and cleaning and preparing all day long but if it is 25 degrees outside and it is about 40 degrees inside and my teeth are chattering and I have on a sweater my coat, gloves, hat and scarf and you have the door open because you've been drinking wine for the past 3 hours, something is wrong here.
I can't think of any more rules because I just feel like this is common sense. Clearly it is not common practice though as I have now gone to two dinner parties in the past few months that have had all if not at least half of these issues come up. I'm not perfect, but I have never had people to my house without being prepared.
Rule number two, if you can't afford to throw a party, don't. This means if you can't afford to at least have cheap hors d'oeuvres set out for guests, (or a fucking bowl of chips and dip) then don't throw the party. If you can't afford simple alcohols, such as an inexpensive domestic beer and some inexpensive white and red wines (enough for each guest to have 2 servings) then either tell everyone it is a BYOB party (still tacky- but at least they are warned) or don't have the party. For that matter you could at least have soda available so we aren't stuck drinking tap water. Grown adults expect food and alcohol at a party. Also, taking apart nutty bars and putting them on a plate as an appetizer, does not count and is disgusting. You aren't fooling anyone with your lack of preparation.
Rule number three, children do not belong at adult parties. If you have children and you bring them to a party, please don't bring them while they have the flu or some other contagious disease and then allow them to cough and sneeze all over the dinner table while we are eating.
Rule number four, if you can't cook, don't. Order a fucking pizza, but don't make us sit there and eat the slop you call food. No one expects you to be an executive chef, but seriously, you have no taste buds if you think your cooking is actually good and it makes me want to vomit. And if you make shrimp for people, take the fucking tails off for christ's sake. Unless it is shrimp cocktail the tails should never be served on the shrimp.
Rule number five, don't ask your guests to bring everything for your party. That is just rude. I could have stayed home and had a great time with my food and my drinks.
Rule number six, don't get drunk and pass out on the living room floor at your own party. Also, don't throw up in the kitchen sink in front of everyone.
Rule number seven, make sure there is toilet paper in every bathroom and make sure there are extra rolls. Never leave an empty roll in the bathroom knowing damn right well you are having guests over. What the fuck is wrong with you!
Rule number eight, while you don't have to hire a maid, you should at least attempt to clean your house somewhat before having guests over. Piles of clean or dirty laundry should at least be hidden in the back of a closet if you don't have time to deal with them properly. The trash should not be overflowing and you should run the broom or vacuum really quickly before people show up. Also, maybe dust quickly if you don't have time to sufficiently clean the house, at least hit the areas where you know people will be.
Rule number nine, do not let your cat or dog or hedgehog walk on the kitchen tables and counters, it is disgusting.
Rule number ten, make your guests comfortable. I realize that you have been cooking and cleaning and preparing all day long but if it is 25 degrees outside and it is about 40 degrees inside and my teeth are chattering and I have on a sweater my coat, gloves, hat and scarf and you have the door open because you've been drinking wine for the past 3 hours, something is wrong here.
I can't think of any more rules because I just feel like this is common sense. Clearly it is not common practice though as I have now gone to two dinner parties in the past few months that have had all if not at least half of these issues come up. I'm not perfect, but I have never had people to my house without being prepared.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
"Everybody knows That the world is full of stupid people..."
I always try my hardest not to be a judgmental bitch, but today I just can't help myself. I don't know if it is a full moon, or if it is just me being who I am, but I am so extremely frustrated with stupid people. I honestly want to scream at the top of my lungs: "HEY MOTHERFUCKERS, STOP BEING SO GODDAMN STUPID!!!"
The reason I try not to speak out on this topic or call people out on their stupidity is because then it makes me look like the bad guy. Then people think that I'm just negative or a bitch. Both of those might be true, but they are only 2 attributes among numerous that I possess. And I really would prefer to be considered a bitch than a fucking moron.
So here are some of the most common examples of idiocracy that I have recently had to deal with:
1). Friend asks: "Should I buy this really obscenely expensive washer and dryer because it looks really cool and commercials are making it look like it can do my laundry, and my taxes and feed my dog, or should I be more economical and buy a regular washer and dryer like a normal person"?
The most common response people gave for this question is: "why of course you should spend thousands of dollars on an Electrolux front load washer and dryer because it is shiny and new and pretty and has all of these buttons that I don't know what the fuck they do (because mixing a computer with a washing machine is a genius move considering most Americans don't know how to operate either independently). Never mind the fact that front load washers have notoriously had issues with breaking within a year or two and they have that whole mildew smell because the water can never fully be released from the inside of it (who cares about that smell, just buy that Tide stuff they invented to mask the smell and wash your washing machine--- gee, marketing at its best)."
2). Friend says on a daily basis: “I’m so poor, I can’t afford anything. I can’t afford to buy medicine for my children or food or pay my bills. I always have to skip paying bills sometimes and I have ruined my credit because I bought a house and car and a bunch of other shiny things that I couldn’t afford to keep up with the Joneses so that I can coax my ego because I’m lacking in some other way.”
Then after Christmas same friend says: “With my $4,000 Christmas bonus, I bought 3 of my kids a DS3 and a ton of games, I got my son an Xbox 360 Kinnect with a bunch of games and I bought my daughter $200 ugly boots. Now I’m really broke and can’t pay my bills again.” Yet they are appalled when I state that I saved most of my bonus check, minus giving some money to charity and buying a few small gifts for close friends and family. “What do you mean; you still have $3,500 left," is what they say. This makes me want to slap them senseless. Problem is; they are already senseless.
3). Co-worker says on a daily basis: “My husband is a millionaire and I don’t have to work and I can afford to live in a mansion and we have a BMW and we’re getting another one and we own two houses because we had to buy my daughter a house because she is one of the above mentioned fucking idiots who has shitty credit and can save any money to buy her own goddamn house. Now I need knee surgery to fix my fucked up knee, but I’m going to skip that and just trade in my brand spanking new 350Z convertible that I only bought because I have an extremely low self esteem for a Lexus SUV.”
One week later: “well it seems that I’m not getting a Lexus SUV because they don’t have the color I like so now I’m going to look at Kia and Hunyadi instead.”
My thought: “REALLY?! You mean it has nothing to do with the fact that your husband really isn’t a millionaire and you really can’t afford to buy a $40,000 car?” Furthermore- even if one can afford to buy a $40,000 car- first why would you buy a Lexus? Second, why do you need it? Just because you can afford something, doesn’t mean you have to buy it. Oh wait, that makes me a communist. Shit. When they need bailing out in the next few years though, they’re going to be looking at us commies to share our wealth that we had the goddamn fucking sense to save. At which point I’m going to Africa and I’m giving all of my money, every last red cent to some tribe, before I “bail out” some asshole American who doesn’t deserve it.
4). Stupid woman goes into a Target knowing damn right well that she was lactating and that her child would soon be hungry (it isn’t fucking rocket science- babies eat on a schedule and you know when they will want to eat again). Instead of being a civilized human being and going somewhere appropriate to breast feed her child, she decides to just plop down in the middle of the dirty disgusting floor in the women’s section in Target and whip out her tit and breast feed the little monster. Then she gets pissed because people give her dirty looks, then she calls the media and gets a bunch of other lazy bitches who don’t want to work and just know how to pop out babies to “protest” with her by breastfeeding in Target stores all across the country.
My first response is: who gives a fuck about breasts. They are part of the human body just like arms and legs. This is the most ridiculous thing Americans worry about. They over sexualize EVERYTHING, and then act like it is taboo. What the fuck! This isn’t an issue in Europe. They aren’t afraid of gay people in Europe either, because they don’t have the sexual hang ups that stupid Americans have.
My second response is: stuff like this does not ever happen in Saks 5th Avenue or Neiman Marcus. Shit, it wouldn’t even happen in a Nordstrom’s for that matter and they aren’t even an upscale department store. But the people who shop in these establishments not only have some tact and decorum but they have something that these “Target moms” seem to lack, which is self respect. Now I don’t personally have a problem with seeing someone breastfeed, just like I don’t have a problem with any other body parts being used appropriately in public. Who gives a fuck?! What I have a problem with; however, is someone having no care for other patrons and sitting in the middle of the floor. What is she, 5 years old? Must be, since when asked if she would be more comfortable in a dressing room (where there are CHAIRS- you know like normal civilized people sit on) she threw a fucking temper tantrum and called in the media and made a huge issue over something that is not even an issue. No one ever asked her to not breast feed in public, they simply asked her to get the fuck up off the damn floor and not only have common courtesy for anyone else shopping in the store to be able to walk down the aisle, but also to stop making a fool out of herself which is what she was doing. If I had been in the Target while this was going on, I would have “accidentally” tripped over her, her stupid kid and her dumb boobs. Then I would have sued her for being a dumb cunt.
5). Crazy bitch on a pitbull website (which is constantly preaching to everyone to educate others about how wonderful pitbulls are) is telling people that they should never ever ever in a million years ever feed their dog people food. She claims that if dogs ever eat people food it will kill them and that it is “better to be safe than sorry when it comes to furbabies”.
My response: First of all, people can’t even be bothered to feed themselves properly, so I don’t think they are smart enough to figure out how to feed their pets properly. Second of all, dogs shouldn’t be eating store bought dog food because it is filled with fillers that are not good for dogs and dogs can’t even process half of the bullshit found in common pet foods. Third of all, most pitbull owners actually feed their dogs a raw food diet consisting of mostly raw meat and raw eggs, and raw veggies, etc. I know many people who make stew for their dogs and their dogs have lived for nearly 19 years. I also know many people (mostly in the south) that have never fed their dogs dog food, but rather have always given the dog scraps. That is what dogs ate back in the day when people couldn’t afford dog food but needed dogs on their farms to work.
6). Christians and their ridiculous beliefs- in particular that Tim Tebow is somehow an important being since he is a Christian and a football player that is less than average at his sport. They are no longer worshipping god, but rather they are worshipping Tim Tebow. And now these holy rollers are ripping Bill Maher apart because he states the obvious, that hey Tim Tebow might just be a regular person, who can actually have a bad night and throw some interceptions and maybe, just fucking maybe god is not sitting up in heaven watching and controlling fucking football games.
Look, I could never say it as well as Bill Maher, but I have to say it: Christians are the most ridiculous fucked up crazies on the face of this earth. I went to a Christian school so I know this first hand. They are out of their minds and I try to stay as far away from them as I possibly can. I also think that they are extremely, extremely stupid. Like Bill Maher says: "Why is the purposeful suspension of critical thinking a good thing?"
I’m not the only one who believes this so I will actually back up this rant with a few of my favorite quotes:
I’m not the only one who believes this so I will actually back up this rant with a few of my favorite quotes:
“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to”~ George Seaton
"The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshiped anything but himself." ~Sir Richard Francis Burton
“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow." ~ Anais Nin
But of course I could never ever say any of what I’m thinking or feeling to anyone on any of these topics. Since no one actually reads my blog, I figure I’m safe venting here, and it will keep my friendships intact.
Oh honey, there's no difference between a 4 cylinder engine and a 6 cylinder
That is seriously what a car salesman said to me recently. Anyone who knows me, knows that it took every single bit of constraint that I have in my body to not kick him in the balls and run him over in said vehicle. Now, I am the first to admit that I don't know much about cars, but I do know that there is a difference between a 4 cylinder engine and a 6 cylinder engine. I know this because I've driven both and with my lead foot, I know, and my fiance agrees, that I NEED a 6 cylinder engine. It all comes down to the way I drive. I'm not trying to impress anyone or race people at red lights, etc. I'm not going to modify my vehicle to some sort of rice rocket. I need a strong engine because I like to jam on the gas, and the car needs to go when I do that. Otherwise I'm going to tear up the transmission (I don't actually know how a transmission works, but Jeremy tells me this). And trust me, until you have driven in some ridiculous North Carolina bumpkin traffic you couldn't possibly begin to understand the need to be able to punch the engine and get the fuck around some goddamn moron who is reading his Bible going 10 mph under the speed limit in the left lane. Trust me, I'd drive on the Santa Monica Freeway or on 95 in Washington DC any day before I would choose to drive in this mess down here. That is why I almost always take the back roads to work.
Anyway, I had done quite a bit of research on vehicles and I had it narrowed down to a very few cars that would work for my needs and within my price range. Or at least what I thought was my price range at the time, but I explain that later. So I really liked the Subaru Outback. I have liked it for about 2 years now since I saw a 2010 at Lowes one day and I had to ask the woman driving it all about it. Jer loves Subaru and had a WRX wagon that he modified to do all sorts of things that he wanted it to do (hated to ride in that car). I knew that Jer would not object to me choosing a Subaru. They are really good cars and actually they are worth the money because they have higher resale value (if you can find anyone willing to sell one- most people keep them FOREVER). So I looked up all of the information I could on Subaru Outbacks on the internet. I joined forums and talked to other owners of the vehicle. Then I made my first mistake, which should not be a mistake at all. I went to a car dealership alone, ie without a man. That is when the salesman, whom I didn't want to talk to in the first place made the above comments. What he obviously didn't know is that I knew that the 4 cylinder Outback had a CVT transmission. I can't describe what a CVT transmission is, all I can tell you is that when I drove it, I HATED it. It felt like it had some sort of lag. It sounds like it spools up like a Turbo engine, but that is not what is happening. In any event, it felt slow like I was dragging something and I couldn't just punch the pedal and make it go. I have already made it perfectly clear that I need to be able to jump out in traffic and get up to speed quickly. Jeremy didn't like this type of transmission either because he felt that it was going to "have problems" in the next few years because the technology hasn't exactly caught up to what car manufacturers are trying to accomplish. He said the only car that does it properly is the Audi. Jeremy knows everything that there is to know about cars, so I trust him.
So, we went all over the Triangle to find a 3.6 Outback. Finally, I did find one that I liked, but the dealership was not willing to negotiate price. Mind you this car was Ruby Red (people who buy Subarus- in particular Outbacks- are granola heads who only like the colors green and khaki) and had been on the lot for over a month and this was the beginning of December. If I were a salesman, I'd be trying to push this car off the lot in order to make a good commission before the holiday. But alas, the dumb kid lived at home with his parents and likely had no motivation to sell any vehicle for less than sticker. Me on the other hand, I have bills to pay and I can't justify paying sticker price for a vehicle, nor can I justify paying $29,000 for something that is not a "luxury" vehicle. And I wasn't in the market for a luxury vehicle right now, that just isn't my lifestyle at this point.
Price also knocked out my second choice which was a Volvo XC60. And no I was not interested in the car because of the Twilight movie, like the salesman at this dealership insinuated. He's lucky I didn't fucking bite him for saying that. Why do these men think that women are that stupid? Oh wait, most women are that stupid. I digress. This car was luxurious. It had so many bells and whistles that I was afraid I wouldn't even know how half of the car worked. I also feared that with so many extra "safety" features that they were more likely to break and then I'd either have to pay a lot for them to be fixed or in the long run they would cause other problems with the car, likely electrical problems since everything in this car is electric. I do understand and embrace technology, but part of me believes if something isn't broke, don't fix it for the sake of just making something seem new or cool. I don't need an electric parking break. I want a real parking break.
All of this lead me to feel defeated and ready to just give up on the entire car buying process. I couldn't find anything that satisfied my desire for a decent car with a 6 cylinder engine that didn't cost a whole arm and a whole leg. BTW, that Volvo was a 2010, and it was not in good shape inside (holes in seats, etc) and the were asking some ridiculous amount like $32,000. I literally laughed in the guy's face and left. Let rich vampires buy those cars. I'm smarter than that. It isn't that I can't afford these prices, it is just that I don't feel like cars should cost this much and I have other things that I want to spend my money on like expensive make up and conditioner. (I know I'm so shallow--- suck it).
At a last ditch effort I searched one last time for a vehicle on Cars.com. I didn't discriminate on make/model, I just wanted to see what was out there. This brings me to my next point: where do car manufacturers in this economy, after just having been bailed out get off pricing cars so high? I mean do they do that and then offer rebates for 10's of thousands of dollars off to make people feel good? I don't get it. I can't understand why anyone in their right mind would pay $33,000 for a Ford Edge. Are you fucking crazy. Shit, if I had that I'd go back and buy the goddamn Volvo, even with it's deficiencies. A FORD, really???!!! I mean even the Ford Exploder--- I mean Explorer is priced at around $23,000. Are they sniffing glue over there at Ford? This vehicle should cost about $13,000, maybe $15k if it is fully loaded or something. But there is no reason that any Ford (with the exception of like their huge trucks) should cost more than $20,000. Fuck, I could get a Mustang for less than an edge--- that is dumb. I've owned 2 Fords in my life and honestly, I would never again buy an American car. I'm not going to debate this with people, it is a proven fact that American cars are inferior. FACT! You can't dispute it by saying that any car can break down or have issues and if you take care of any car it will be good. Certain cars have design flaws and will break down or have something go wrong more than others. And I'm not being a snob, because I wouldn't buy a BMW or a Mercedes either, or a Volkswagon for that matter. They are all cheap knockoffs of real "luxury" cars. And people who drive them are dickheads. They think they are better than everyone else because they were stupid enough to spend ridiculous amounts of money on a vehicle- something that fucking depreciates. Why do they do this? Either they have a low self esteem and need to impress people or they have small a small penis and need to impress people. Either way, I'm not impressed.
So what car did I end up getting, you must be wondering. Let me preface this with this quick story: the first car I ever bought and made payments on was a Honda Civic. It was a 95- aqua. I bought it in 2000. I was scared to death because I'm slightly commitment phobic (could explain why Jer and I have been together for 11 years and are not married, but I digress). My payments were like $189/mo. HAHAHA! Nice, huh? Anyway, I loved that car. I was good to that car and it was good to me. I never ever ever had any problems with that car until some dumb ugly fucking bitch in a giant GMC fucking SUV decided to be a whore and smash into my car because she couldn't wait her turn in traffic. Once that happened my car was not the same. Mechanically it was still perfect, but it ended up leaking water into the trunk and then eventually into the back seat. I tried to get it fixed a few times since insurance was paying for it, but it just couldn't be fixed properly. It is hard to explain how bummed I was when I realized that I had to trade it in for something else. That being said, Honda is not the same company that they used to be. And a lot of their cars that were built in the early 2000's had many issues that made me not trust the brand for a while. Even Jer was suggesting the new Honda CRV to me and while I would have considered it if I had not found my car, I did hesitate. But alas, just searching through cars on cars.com my baby appeared. Actually, there wasn't even a picture of it, just a price and the specs. I was in love with and it and I had to go drive it so I called the dealership immediately and set up an appointment. Then I did all the research I could on this vehicle to make sure I offered them the best deal. See I'm not trying to make a sales person not make any money. Of course they need to make something, but they don't need to rape people's bank accounts to make money. And this salesman was nothing but professional. He didn't treat me like a dumb woman, he didn't patronize me or act like I didn't know what I was talking about. Actually, he didn't know as much about the vehicle as I did (I bought it from a Mercedes dealership- go figure). We didn't have to haggle much about pricing because he knew that I wanted the car and I had my high amount and he had his amount and either we would come to an agreement or I would walk out. We came to an agreement that we were both happy with quickly. Everything else was a breeze.
So... Here is my new car (well, it is a 2010):
It is an Acura RDX. Now I thought this vehicle was completely out of my price range when I first looked, but come to find out this one was right within my price range (I paid $24,700- people should not be afraid to tell others what they pay for their vehicles, it is the only way that consumers will ever be able to comparatively shop and get a fair deal- otherwise the dealership has all of the negotiating power and how is that fair?)
This really is the perfect car for me. It has everything that I wanted and then some things that I didn't even consider. It is a 4 cylinder but with a Turbo, which is exactly what I need to dart out into traffic. Anyway, I've had my car for about 3 weeks and I am absolutely in love with it. It is the best decision I have made when purchasing a vehicle since my first little Honda.
Anyway, I had done quite a bit of research on vehicles and I had it narrowed down to a very few cars that would work for my needs and within my price range. Or at least what I thought was my price range at the time, but I explain that later. So I really liked the Subaru Outback. I have liked it for about 2 years now since I saw a 2010 at Lowes one day and I had to ask the woman driving it all about it. Jer loves Subaru and had a WRX wagon that he modified to do all sorts of things that he wanted it to do (hated to ride in that car). I knew that Jer would not object to me choosing a Subaru. They are really good cars and actually they are worth the money because they have higher resale value (if you can find anyone willing to sell one- most people keep them FOREVER). So I looked up all of the information I could on Subaru Outbacks on the internet. I joined forums and talked to other owners of the vehicle. Then I made my first mistake, which should not be a mistake at all. I went to a car dealership alone, ie without a man. That is when the salesman, whom I didn't want to talk to in the first place made the above comments. What he obviously didn't know is that I knew that the 4 cylinder Outback had a CVT transmission. I can't describe what a CVT transmission is, all I can tell you is that when I drove it, I HATED it. It felt like it had some sort of lag. It sounds like it spools up like a Turbo engine, but that is not what is happening. In any event, it felt slow like I was dragging something and I couldn't just punch the pedal and make it go. I have already made it perfectly clear that I need to be able to jump out in traffic and get up to speed quickly. Jeremy didn't like this type of transmission either because he felt that it was going to "have problems" in the next few years because the technology hasn't exactly caught up to what car manufacturers are trying to accomplish. He said the only car that does it properly is the Audi. Jeremy knows everything that there is to know about cars, so I trust him.
So, we went all over the Triangle to find a 3.6 Outback. Finally, I did find one that I liked, but the dealership was not willing to negotiate price. Mind you this car was Ruby Red (people who buy Subarus- in particular Outbacks- are granola heads who only like the colors green and khaki) and had been on the lot for over a month and this was the beginning of December. If I were a salesman, I'd be trying to push this car off the lot in order to make a good commission before the holiday. But alas, the dumb kid lived at home with his parents and likely had no motivation to sell any vehicle for less than sticker. Me on the other hand, I have bills to pay and I can't justify paying sticker price for a vehicle, nor can I justify paying $29,000 for something that is not a "luxury" vehicle. And I wasn't in the market for a luxury vehicle right now, that just isn't my lifestyle at this point.
Price also knocked out my second choice which was a Volvo XC60. And no I was not interested in the car because of the Twilight movie, like the salesman at this dealership insinuated. He's lucky I didn't fucking bite him for saying that. Why do these men think that women are that stupid? Oh wait, most women are that stupid. I digress. This car was luxurious. It had so many bells and whistles that I was afraid I wouldn't even know how half of the car worked. I also feared that with so many extra "safety" features that they were more likely to break and then I'd either have to pay a lot for them to be fixed or in the long run they would cause other problems with the car, likely electrical problems since everything in this car is electric. I do understand and embrace technology, but part of me believes if something isn't broke, don't fix it for the sake of just making something seem new or cool. I don't need an electric parking break. I want a real parking break.
All of this lead me to feel defeated and ready to just give up on the entire car buying process. I couldn't find anything that satisfied my desire for a decent car with a 6 cylinder engine that didn't cost a whole arm and a whole leg. BTW, that Volvo was a 2010, and it was not in good shape inside (holes in seats, etc) and the were asking some ridiculous amount like $32,000. I literally laughed in the guy's face and left. Let rich vampires buy those cars. I'm smarter than that. It isn't that I can't afford these prices, it is just that I don't feel like cars should cost this much and I have other things that I want to spend my money on like expensive make up and conditioner. (I know I'm so shallow--- suck it).
At a last ditch effort I searched one last time for a vehicle on Cars.com. I didn't discriminate on make/model, I just wanted to see what was out there. This brings me to my next point: where do car manufacturers in this economy, after just having been bailed out get off pricing cars so high? I mean do they do that and then offer rebates for 10's of thousands of dollars off to make people feel good? I don't get it. I can't understand why anyone in their right mind would pay $33,000 for a Ford Edge. Are you fucking crazy. Shit, if I had that I'd go back and buy the goddamn Volvo, even with it's deficiencies. A FORD, really???!!! I mean even the Ford Exploder--- I mean Explorer is priced at around $23,000. Are they sniffing glue over there at Ford? This vehicle should cost about $13,000, maybe $15k if it is fully loaded or something. But there is no reason that any Ford (with the exception of like their huge trucks) should cost more than $20,000. Fuck, I could get a Mustang for less than an edge--- that is dumb. I've owned 2 Fords in my life and honestly, I would never again buy an American car. I'm not going to debate this with people, it is a proven fact that American cars are inferior. FACT! You can't dispute it by saying that any car can break down or have issues and if you take care of any car it will be good. Certain cars have design flaws and will break down or have something go wrong more than others. And I'm not being a snob, because I wouldn't buy a BMW or a Mercedes either, or a Volkswagon for that matter. They are all cheap knockoffs of real "luxury" cars. And people who drive them are dickheads. They think they are better than everyone else because they were stupid enough to spend ridiculous amounts of money on a vehicle- something that fucking depreciates. Why do they do this? Either they have a low self esteem and need to impress people or they have small a small penis and need to impress people. Either way, I'm not impressed.
So what car did I end up getting, you must be wondering. Let me preface this with this quick story: the first car I ever bought and made payments on was a Honda Civic. It was a 95- aqua. I bought it in 2000. I was scared to death because I'm slightly commitment phobic (could explain why Jer and I have been together for 11 years and are not married, but I digress). My payments were like $189/mo. HAHAHA! Nice, huh? Anyway, I loved that car. I was good to that car and it was good to me. I never ever ever had any problems with that car until some dumb ugly fucking bitch in a giant GMC fucking SUV decided to be a whore and smash into my car because she couldn't wait her turn in traffic. Once that happened my car was not the same. Mechanically it was still perfect, but it ended up leaking water into the trunk and then eventually into the back seat. I tried to get it fixed a few times since insurance was paying for it, but it just couldn't be fixed properly. It is hard to explain how bummed I was when I realized that I had to trade it in for something else. That being said, Honda is not the same company that they used to be. And a lot of their cars that were built in the early 2000's had many issues that made me not trust the brand for a while. Even Jer was suggesting the new Honda CRV to me and while I would have considered it if I had not found my car, I did hesitate. But alas, just searching through cars on cars.com my baby appeared. Actually, there wasn't even a picture of it, just a price and the specs. I was in love with and it and I had to go drive it so I called the dealership immediately and set up an appointment. Then I did all the research I could on this vehicle to make sure I offered them the best deal. See I'm not trying to make a sales person not make any money. Of course they need to make something, but they don't need to rape people's bank accounts to make money. And this salesman was nothing but professional. He didn't treat me like a dumb woman, he didn't patronize me or act like I didn't know what I was talking about. Actually, he didn't know as much about the vehicle as I did (I bought it from a Mercedes dealership- go figure). We didn't have to haggle much about pricing because he knew that I wanted the car and I had my high amount and he had his amount and either we would come to an agreement or I would walk out. We came to an agreement that we were both happy with quickly. Everything else was a breeze.
So... Here is my new car (well, it is a 2010):
It is an Acura RDX. Now I thought this vehicle was completely out of my price range when I first looked, but come to find out this one was right within my price range (I paid $24,700- people should not be afraid to tell others what they pay for their vehicles, it is the only way that consumers will ever be able to comparatively shop and get a fair deal- otherwise the dealership has all of the negotiating power and how is that fair?)
This really is the perfect car for me. It has everything that I wanted and then some things that I didn't even consider. It is a 4 cylinder but with a Turbo, which is exactly what I need to dart out into traffic. Anyway, I've had my car for about 3 weeks and I am absolutely in love with it. It is the best decision I have made when purchasing a vehicle since my first little Honda.
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