40 posts from September 2007

I was just looking on another of my accounts under a friend (who I will not name and who I still do like very much) who has joined a group called "1 million strong AGAINST Hillary Clinton".

I don't know who I'm voting for, but this group almost makes me want to vote FOR her. Here's my reasoning...

I am so tired of people who don't stand up for something but AGAINST everything. Everyone knows what they hate, dislike, can't stand, about everything but no one can come up with alternatives. How about being positive and working hard to get the person you WANT elected instead of being completely AGAINST someone else. I mean, these people might want to do that too, but if they spent just a small amount of positive energy getting their canidates elected as they do on the negative energy spent getting Mrs. Clinton not elected they might win. I've heard tons of people say "I don't know who I'm voting for but it won't be her."

Why? Because her husband slept with someone else and she stayed with him? Because she has a vagina? Because she's blond? Come on! Why do people hate her so so so much?

Like I said, I'm not quite sure who I'm voting for. But I know I don't get the option to vote against someone...I vote for someone. Hopefully, I'll be able to make a wise decision and not just because It's the lesser of evils.

Who's the coolest culinary celebrity?

Rachel Ray...hands down! I love that lady!

Not that my day could really be worse...knock on wood.

I just realized it's a full moon and I have "The Net" tonight. The Net is a chuch group for Jr. High kids. I'm a leader so basically I make sure they don't get in too much trouble and stay on task. However, tonight's a full moon and already a pretty craptastic (yes, I said craptastic) day.

I think I need a mocha before I get there...or two. The coffee shop is right along the way. I'm excited. Saving grace. Now watch, they'll be out of coffee or something heinous.

::daydreams about coffee::

I haven't been this pissed off in a loooong time.

 
See, I just got Lean Certification training approved with my work. They’re willing to spend up to 14 grand on my education next year. Big, exciting news!!! So, I’ve been looking at my options. My number one choice is this place called Simpler. It’s very well known. It trains government military leaders, hospital staff, big corporations with lots of money to spend. We don’t have lots o money, so get the certification come back and train everyone. Tis awesome.
 
So, I was checking other options and Kaplan came up on Google as having a certification program. I think to myself “hey, I graduated from there. I should check it out.”
 
Worst idea ever.
 
I get this lady who decided she needed to INTERVIEW me before accepting me into the program. I mean, I know this is pretty intense stuff…note my early comment on it being for military training. I expect this to be probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m well aware. So, I let her know this, even using fancy Lean, Six Sigma terms. She then starts questioning my ability to work in an online format. I let her know I’m a graduate from Kaplan. I graduated with BS in Criminal Justice. I know what it’s like to take online courses. This is not enough for the devil woman who in the nicest soft voice tells me…once again that this is a very intense program. I tell her I understand, I’ve done my research. (Didn’t she hear those fancy phrases I used?)
 
This conversation goes round and round. Same question after question about how I need to make sure I’m ready before she’ll accept me. She then decided she’s going to give her approval and I let her know I’ll be back in touch once we decide on a program to go with. I have choices after all…
 
She then said she would keep my file open but was going to take back her acceptance at this point because I didn’t seem very “committed”.
 
I lost it. It takes a lot to make me pissed off but this lady hit it. Committed??? Committed??? Excuse me? Isn’t it I who was looking for a program? And I with the money to go to the program? And I who has already learned all the new fancy words that we’d be using?????
 
Accept this!
 
I then went on a rampage on how this was the most insulting conversation I’d ever had. I’d already told her 30 times I’d GRADUATED with an ONLINE degree FROM THEIR UNIVERSITY and know what the format is like. I have done my research on what Six Sigma training is like. I wasn’t looking for an interview, I was looking for information. I had OPTIONS WOMAN!! OPTIONS AND I WAS DEFINATLY GOING TO USE THEM NOW!
 
I hung up on her. For the first time in my professional career, I hung up on someone.
 
I then looked at my boss, who was very happy I’d hung up the phone after hearing my end of the conversation. I mean this lady was asking questions about who else I was looking at and then dragging their name though the mud. HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL. She was asking questions about how committed the company was. I mean, HELLO LADY! We’re committed enough to be sending someone to a training course and doing our research. My boss started cracking up because he saw how pissed I was. It was pretty funny now that I think about the whole thing but damn I was so pissed off. He reminded me to breathe.
 
Needless to say. I will not be going to Kaplan University for my online degree in Six Sigma/ Lean Certification. I would rather well...not. 

 
I’ve shredded all the paperwork. It’s not going to happen. Not to mention I’m sure this lady has black listed me. She is Satan after all. I can't imagine anyone wanting to take part in their program after talking to her.

All weekend long I was thinking..."I could blog about this!" and now I sit here and I don't remember one damn thing I was going to talk about.

Let's recap the weekend, shall we?

Friday I get out of work early due to an unknown stomach issue. I get home and Hang out with my husband a little before we get the boy and head off to his parents house for some dinner. They'd had a garage sale with some of our stuff but packed up before I got out of work. We went over there to collect our $50 from the crap we sold. Promptly we came home and found more stuff to sell and get out of the house. So much collected crap and we've only been married 4 years. I'd hate to see what happens when we reach 15 or more. Hopefully, we will keep this garage sale every year thing going on and I don't collect too much crap.

Saturday little man and I head over to the garage sale with Grandma and Grandpa. Mike decided to start a new project. Our living room was freshly painted, dusted, and reorganized by the time I came home. We picked up daddy and went to Chuck E Cheese, more commonly known as hell for parents.

I can remember the excitement when I was little. The ball bin (which they don't have anymore because people are horrible and tried to kill kids with infected needles and parents let their kids' diapers fall off and didn't get them out, GROSS) was always my favorite and I could play for hours in them. I did. I remember bawling when we had to go home and begging for us to move into the tube maze. I was dazzled at the video games, the skee balls, the prizes! Oh the prizes! I would turn in all my tickets for the best prize possible and show off to all my friends.

Now, as a parent I see what my parents saw.

It's a horrifying display of mindless parenting, overpriced crappy pizza, and deplorable restroom facilities.

Oh so sad.

Sunday was a mix of sleeping and cleaning. I got a lot of the kitchen done and some more laundry though. That makes for a successful weekend, right there.

Do professional athletes make too much money, or do they deserve every penny?  Why?

It would be much easier for me to understand that professional athletes should get boocoo bucks if they were not whinning all the damn time. "I need more money, 50 million dollars just isn't enough! Let me go to the press and plead my case!"

Cry me a Mississippi River! You sound like a damn fool.

Sure, they get beat up and broken for our personal enjoyment but it's not like they don't love the game. Right? Isn't it all about loving the game, fame, and dames? I'm sure there are the pressures of any job...but million dollar contracts for a football season just dosen't seem to mesh well with me.

Then there are the sponsors. They get additional million dollar contracts for wearing new shoes and clothing. In fact, most athletes make most of their money off these contracts. Hell, if someone paid me for wearing new shoes and clothing, just because I was me, I'd be in hog heaven. In fact, they wouldn't even have to pay me! Just give me the clothes.

 

 

 

I read yesterday that you should drink have your body weight in ounces of water. Today I decided that I would accomplish that. So...this is me at 1:30pm not even being close to drinking one bottle of water, I need to drink about 5 or so. I've got a loooong way to go.

We're having a garage sale with my in-laws this weekend. So far almost everything is sold. Actually, it was almost all sold only 2 hours into the garage sale. Seems like people really like to find other people's things really early in the morning. I guess my father in law had to talk to and entertain people while my mother in law was still bringing things out! One guy has come back and forth 3 times already! HA! I'm excited to have the stuff out of my house. I have a bunch of stuff in a back closet that I could go though for tomorrow but I'm scared of it. I need to just get over it and think It will give me money! We have so much crap.

I wish I wasn't at work. It sucks to be here and not having fun with everyone else selling stuff. I'm a good sales person. I could have it all sold by now.

Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

I'm so excited for the weekend. This week has been very unproductive at work and I know that there will be a better week next week. I feel like I could have done more at home instead of being at work. That's scary.

So, I was looking at the birthdates of the girls in my "Knot Group" at The Net (Jr. High church group). 1996, baby. I was starting high school then! Now, I know I'm not old or anything but this was a big lightbulb.

So, when you're two bedtime is not very important. However when you're the parent of a child who is two sleep is probably number one on your wish list. This is what I opened the door to last night when I got home at 9pm.

Mike: Be quiet, he's still awake

Me: It's 9pm!

Mike: He's being a little...::smurks face::

So, I go into the bedroom and sure enough he's running around in the dark collecting toys and putting them in bed with him.

Nathan: Hi Mommy!

As if he didn't know he was now in trouble.

Me: Hi Nathan. Let's rock.

We get to the rocking chair and he's babbling somethings about his bed and daddy and jammies. I calm him down and get him in the rocking chair where after about 30 minutes he's still babbling. Finally he asks to go to bed. So, he climbs to his racecar bed and starts playing with all these toys. It's pitch black so I'm fumbling to get the toys out of the bed, keep him in bed, and start to take my place beside the bed. If I had left, he'd have been out in minutes playing all over again.

It took another 30 minutes but eventually he passed out only to wake up at...5am!

Any one else know of a better way to do this? I'm thinking shot of Burbon.

What is the best beer on planet Earth? 
Submitted by Remmy Van Hornie.

Blue Moon is my favorite. It has a little orangy flavor.

Too bad I can't drink it anymore. Beer flares up my fibromyalgia. It's tragic.

Hello martini!