I can't believe how fast this weekend went. The plane ride home was hell, cloudy with turbulence the whole way. I had a drunk skanky blond woman sitting next to me that burped garlic the whole way and bitched she thought she was going to barf as she chugged down $5 beers. Argh.

Iowa was cool and cloudy the whole time without one drop of badly needed rain. Things are browning up real nice there.

The nights were cool and peaceful for me, I slept 9 hours each night...even missed the whole coyote fiasco last night. I guess a pack of coyotes was so close to the house last night it woke everybody but me up. I guess living in Detroit I just got used to all the howling and yipping.

The really big news from town everybody is talking about and coming out to see...the city has decided to install a traffic signal. Looks like a damn good one too. It's posing somewhat of a traffic hazard right now...everyone keeps running the 4-way stop signs looking at the crew installing the lights. The crew must be out of Omaha because they ignore everyone who keeps honking and waiving.

Looks like I got home just in time for the apartment complexes fireworks show to celebrate..ummm....Sunday night.

I'm leaving for home this morning. I won't be back til Sunday night. I didn't pursue, whine or hound anybody to be a guest blogger. It's a holiday weekend, the last one we get until Thanksgiving...argh! I hope everyone enjoys the last couple of weekends left of summer.

I know in Iowa we can usually expect the first flakes of snow to fly before the end of September...30 days from now. Sounds sick doesn't it?

So I'll be heading out to the airport in about an hour, hopefully a little ahead of the holiday travelers. Probably not.

Have a great weekend.

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Curtsey to Gennie for pointing out the latest quiz.

Paul Hill, the murderer who killed an abortion doctor will be executed next week...unless legal crap postpones it.

This of course gives all the ignorant extremists on both sides of the fence to come out from under the outhouse to spread their fertilizer for fools.

The shit begins to roll:

"In a very significant way, it's a sad day," said Gloria Feldt, president of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America. "It's sad that people like Paul Hill would murder in the name of life."

Would someone please give this woman a real job? Murdering in the name of life? Could someone please inform this woman that people are murdered in significant numbers daily in the name of life, death, child abuse, the badge, crack, and sometimes for no reason at all other than a woman being pregnant and doesn't want to be bothered. All just because they can, and that's just Americans. What damn closet does this woman live in?

Though Hill still has supporters -- they have maintained a Web site in his honor, with snapshots and ballads -- most major anti-abortion groups have repudiated him.

However, the Rev. Michael Bray of Bowie, Md., the author of a book that justifies the killing of abortion doctors, said Hill "will be recognized after the fact as the honorable man that he is."

Well with that kind of fucked up logic wouldn't it be the honorable thing to do for someone to put a hit out on Bray? By illogical reasoning it seems justified to me. Now could someone educate Mr. Bray on honor, please, he obviously missed that class. Second thought, nevermind, it's obviously too fucking late.

Organizations opposed to capital punishment have urged Gov. Jeb Bush to spare Hill.

"The death penalty gives this individual the opportunity for martyrdom," said Diana Rust-Tierney, director of the American Civil Liberties Union's Capital Punishment Project. "Far from deterring the kind of violence we deplore, it may be an encouragement."

Oh just shut the fuck up, go home and start a blog.

I'll spare you the rest of the circus. I must have PMS...usually I can just ignore the fools, but sometimes people just need to be bitch slapped and gagged.

I had an interesting conversation with one of my Arabic patients family today...one I was not quite prepared for. I was sitting up on the 2nd floor at a nurses station charting when I hear

"Who talk to about transfer?"

I look up to see who is talking and the family member is standing about 8 feet back from the nurses station looking at me. By herself. I thought I heard what she said but I was engrossed in the chart and not sure...so I say "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Well this visibly irritates her and she repeats the question. I've had one previous conversation with this woman and we obviously had a failure to communicate. I ask "What kind of transfer?" She never approaches the nurses station and says "You know, transfer?

I ask "Does Mrs. So and So need help out of bed?" Reasonable question.

She getting louder states "No, no..transfer to rehab."

Ahh...I think I got it. "Oh ok, the physical therapist will be up to get her for therapy, you don't have to take her down."

Now she's just plain pissed off and states "NO NO transfer!"

Ok...."Mam, I'm not sure what you are asking."

This is when she stomps her foot and bellows "Don't you understand English? What matter with you?"

This is the point where I WANT to say...Are you fucking kidding me you pompous ass bitch, you've only used 10 words out of the English dictionary and you are asking me?" But of course, I don't. I turn to a couple of nurses behind me and ask....."Does anyone know English better than me who can help this woman?"

Of course the chickenshits don't say a word. Who can blame them...a 250# pissed off Arabic woman is nothing to sneeze at.

So I turn back to her and say "No Mam, no one here can help you...try Social Services." She was obviously pissed when she stomped off. She can get over it or get out.

So about an hour later I get a call from a male relative who thankfully sounds American born and has a much greater command of his English and temper. His request "I want Mom in a room with another Arabic person now."

For cryin-the-fuck-outloud...does this asswipe think I grow Arabics on trees?
So I politely tell him "I don't have a another bed open in the place..this is it." Actually he was very polite but states "I want this arranged as soon as possible."

Well ain't that special. Why is it always the ones that my tax dollars are paying for who are always the most demanding...I never did get that. So I politely tell him of another facility where the administrator is Arabic...and maybe he should look into placing Mom there.

That always pisses my boss off when I invite people to go elsewhere...but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

I'm getting spammed to death on my AOL account with this. What's up with that?

So offensive and disgusting. So morally and legally wrong. How offensive it was to America and Americans. A total injustice.

Alabama has been saved. Thankfully we've all been saved.

Are you happy now?

When I read this all I can think is why?

A college student and avid rock climber apparently fell to his death while scaling the side of a building Tuesday.

Miller's body was discovered shortly afterward.

I hope it was fun while it lasted.

The insurance man came to visit at work today. We all had appointments to see him so he could tell us about the "new and improved" insurance we will have come October 1st.

My varied health, life, dental and disability insurances will be now costing me over $500 a month. Shit. I think the disability insurance has gotta go.

As I'm talking to this guy we are BSing some about the work place, where he's from etc. while he's waiting for the right screens to come up on his laptop to ask me some medical questions.. I can't see the screen. So in the middle of the BS he asks me "Do you have a problems with aides?" I give him a stupid look, snort and say "Are you kidding me? I'm the director of nursing, the aides are killing me."

The man just stops looks up from his laptop and stares at me. While he continues to stare at me, he swings his laptop around and finally says "Umm..question number one." I look at the laptop...

Does the petitioner have HIV?

I about died "Uhh no, I thought you meant my staff."

The guy just shook his head and proceeded to #2.

I'm sure he was wondering why the questionaire didn't ask about mental illness. Oh well.

Ever have those times when your brain is racing along faster than your body can keep up. Your body is begging to sleep but your mind has other plans?

I'm almost glad to see summer end and all the vacations end. I know we all need time off but it makes work a nightmare. I don't think there has been a day this summer that I haven't had to fill someone elses shoes at work besides do my own. Alot of businesses can just hire summer help...McDonalds, J. C. Penney etc. But when you are talking about professionals being absent...there is no one to fill their shoes. The ones that are left pick up the slack.

The past 2 days we've had 5 key players out. People were trying to ask me questions through the restroom door when I had to pee. What's up with that?

I'm leaving this state Friday if I have to walk. I never thought Iowa would sound so good. I want to watch the corn grow and hear nothing louder than the damn crickets.

I think everyone has run across someone in their life who is so arrogant it's laughable. Of course, unless they are family you never remember their names, probably not even their faces. You remember it the same way you remember seeing a car going down the interstate the wrong way. Just that it happened and someone was a complete fool. You realize that ignorance knows no boundaries.

Well here is your chance to have one of those foggy memories. A glance at ignorance unchained. Some unknown named Fumento is bragging over at Acidman's blog how self important he is. He brags that he has five books, I wonder if he would get any sales if anyone actually knew what he was like. His contact with editors must be extremely limited. His earthworm personality definitely shines especially when he calls bloggers arrogant and of course he has a blog. Go figure.

I obviously have blogger's block. I could pimp out a few links but that would be too much like work. I just keep thinking about how nice and cool my sheets are going to be and how soft those pillows are as I continue to play Hoyle poker.

Yes, that's what my mind is reduced to at the moment. Obviously if I had any sense I'd be in bed.

Every woman in America should see this picture "magic". I'm sorta in shock. Damn, it's not the Neutrogena after all.

Curtsey to Utterly Boring for the link.

I want to see the Shotgun Serial Bandits life made into a movie. Samuel L. Jackson has got to play the leading role.

Arrested 25 times. Hello? What is wrong with this picture?

Ok, so Albert is geographically challenged. Obviously his acting skills are first rate. But wait, it gets better...

Expertly? Somebody used that word because they fucked up big time. So he roamed the streets of Detroit for 4 more years.

I'm still wanting to know why he was arrested 25 times. There is alot of story missing there. Lots of potential slapstick comedy for actors.

What blond actress should play that part? I'm sure hope the papers follow more of Albert's shenanigans.

Q. What does HMO stand for?
A. This is actually a variation of the phrase "HEY MOE." Its roots
go back to a concept pioneered by Moe of the Three Stooges, who
discovered that a patient could be made to forget about the pain in his
foot if he was poked hard enough in the eyes.

Q. I just joined an HMO. How difficult will it be to choose the doctor I
want?
A. Just slightly more difficult than choosing your parents. Your insurer
will provide you with a book listing all the doctors in the plan. These
doctors basically fall into two categories - those who are no longer
accepting new patients, and those who will see you but are no longer
participating in the plan! But don't worry; the remaining doctor who is
still in the plan and accepting new patients has an office just a
half-day's drive away and has a diploma from a Third World Country.

Q. Do all diagnostic procedures require pre-certification?
A. No. Only those you need.

Q. Can I get coverage for my pre-existing conditions?
A. Certainly, as long as they don't require any treatment.

Q. What happens if I want to try alternative forms of medicine?
A. You'll need to find alternative forms of payment.

Q. My pharmacy plan only covers generic drugs, but I need the name
brand. I tried the Generic Medication, but it gave me a stomach ache.
What should I do?
A. Poke yourself in the eyes.

Q. What if I'm away from home and I get sick?
A. You really shouldn't do that.

Q. I think I need to see a specialist, but my doctor insists he can handle
my problem. Can a general practitioner really perform a heart transplant
right in his office?
A. Hard to say, but considering that all you're risking is the $15
co-payment, there's no harm in giving him a shot at it.

Q. Will health care be different in the next century?
A. No. But if you call right now, you might get an appointment by then

It hit me this morning that I'm leaving for Iowa on Friday. From all the catch up from loss of my own productivity at work from the week before I haven't much thought of it.

Rosemary? Kim?
Are you still interested? Anyone interested in maintaining my inane ramblings? Hell...I'm sure my site won't even crash if something of substance were to be posted.

Begging and whining will commence come Wednesday if no one volunteers. I really want to keep my #1187 ranking on TTLB yanno.

I had to write an action plan for work today. I just finished all I can do at home. It took me 4 hours with probably 2 more hours to go. Ugh. This report is due September 3rd and I'll send it off in email to the corporate yahoos and what really pisses me off, no one will ever read it. I think it's a control thing. Asswipes.

I'm having a real hard time with the feminists stuff thanks again to Dean. So this morning I run across this article about a gathering here in Detroit to celebrate Women's Equality Day.

Councilwoman JoAnn Watson has this to say:

The celebration is a good idea, but women still have a long way to go to achieve equality with men, said Councilwoman JoAnn Watson.

So I'm sitting here trying to make a list of challenges I'm facing. Other than the ones I'm facing biologically because of my gender there is nothing on the list.

So I look back at my three closest girlfriends from high school. The three of them were from solid middle class families. I was the only one who came from a one parent home, so I'm positive our household income was probably in the poverty level. The four of us were every parents worse nightmare. All four of us graduated from high school only because in our senior year, we realized the real world was coming up fast.

All four of us went to college. None had scholarships, we worked our way through. How we turned out: a pharmacist, a masters - working as the head of a regional Red Cross, a bank president with a masters in business and I'm in nursing administration. Not bad for oppressed women. Damn good for some drugged up hippie wannabees.

Everyone of us has families, had children. We didn't use that as an excuse not to succeed, we used that as our motivation to succeed. We worked hard, damn hard and didn't whine and ask what others were going to do for us. Yes we had alot of obstacles, don't we all. We dealt with them.

Not once have I felt I was held back because I was a woman. Yes at times I was held back, but I had to look at my own performance, not someone elses.

I've posted before that the nursing industry was slow to jump on board with pension plans, healthcare benefits etc. for nurses. I think it was an effort to keep staggering rises in healthcare costs down rather than oppressing a female dominated field.

So if someone can point out to me how my rights are being suppressed...I'd like to know. Don't give me single mom's on welfare crap...they can get a job if they want too. Don't give me stories of oppressed women in third world countries...this is America.

I wonder how many school books that $50 a plate luncheon would buy?

Well I had heard rumors that Dennis Miller was on Fox now...but I didn't think I would run across an article by him.

I like listening and reading Dennis...even if I don't give a shit what the topic is. He is entertaining. He needs a blog.

The odds of driving down the road and having the doors of an armored truck fly open and rain out money is beyond the imagination. I'm sure it's up there with God getting getting killed by a vending machine.

Of course this had to happen in Iowa and I'm not even there yet.

In the poll over 30% said they would keep the money. I plead the 5th.

Well here is one for you. Let me know how pure you are.

Link via My Head, My Life

Well I need to go get groceries. I hate it. I still have coffee and toilet paper so it really doesn't classify under "must" get groceries. I had to work late last night due to an open house BBQ sorta thing at work. I thought about stopping at the store last night...but Malt O Meal didn't sound all that bad for supper. It was good actually.

Anyway, I just took stock, I have 2 rolls of TP left and a half a can of coffee, one package of macaroni and cheese, three bottles of wine. Wine gives me a headache. I hate when I have to make these decisions. Such a waste of brain power.

I think I'll go see if Acidman has updated.

I thought I've seen the best post on a blog ever. I ran across this awesome post by Sgt. Hook.

The words with the pictures hit like an icy cold shower. Amazing.

I've posted before how my mind is always on numb for the first hour in the morning. Caught somewhere in parallel universes between totally aware and blind ignorance.

So this morning in an weak effort to become more knowledgable about feminists, thanks to Dean's recent articles which shows he knows more about feminists than I ever would want too. I stumble across this site. So I'm hitting links, being totally bored, thinking enlightenment is not what it's cracked up to being. Then I run across this:

DC Crimes Highlight Violence Against Transgenders.

So I read this and went "Huh"? So I decided it was time for my second cup of coffee and came back and read it again.

So is it men dressed as women getting killed - that feminists are rallying for? Women dressed as men? Both? Do feminists just go for any cross dresser rights?

So anyway in my effort to become enlightened on feminists, it just fucked me up.

Seems to me a while back I was going to stay away from that whole feminists bullshit after seeing them rallying for abortions paid for with my tax dollars. Excuse me...start a charity with your own damn money, stupid bitches.

That was two concepts I never could deal with. If you are going to fuck deal with the consequences and don't expect me to pay for your damn ignorance.

Now where have I been that I didn't know George has a blog. Well sort of a blog. This would be a commentary but I haven't had enough coffee yet to deal with all the colors and stuff. Soon as I seen the little button that said "Be a Team Leader" I had to get off of there.

I was blessed today with a comment from a dipshit. He left a comment to this post I did on an anti-American response at ...turningtables...

Here's his response:

IP Address: 80.225.88.141
Name: Steve
Email Address:
URL:

As you can see he didn't leave a email address. Is he my first troll?

Damn I've waited forever.

My response:

It seems to me you are already the narrow-minded ignorant one if you needed me to tell you this. I hope you can remember it.
Show me O wise one who must be a Brit...where I am wrong. Point out to me one thing that your mighty little nation excels at.

I'm waiting.

Well it's almost 11pm, it's raining, thundering, 85 degrees out....the sirens are blowing. I almost feel like I'm in Iowa. Blow baby blow. Just keep the lights on.

Greg at Death's Door, the view from the Spanish announcers table is under the misguided and altered perception that women are evil.

He tried to weakly make his point by posting the findings from this site. Which he inaccurately claimed I was more evil than him. I'm only a little evil at 32%...he is trying to claim he is only 27% evil. Yeah right. I checked Greg..you are 33% evil, and I'm sure you cheated with that score.

What percent evil are you?

Well I went through all the blogs in my favorite folder. People are really doing some great stuff. I'm jealous.

Tonight is one of those rare nights that I have absolute nothing to say. Chaos is chained, my world is at peace.

Hope yours is the same.

Since I didn't want to go back and edit my post on manners, I do want to say that these findings are for caucasian men. Ethnic groups vastly differ:

Indian men will never hold a door or say "thank you" if I hold the door. I could be naked, the door will slam in my face.

Arabic men will go through a door I am holding and will always say "thank you". They always offer to take the door first..at any age. Doesn't matter what I'm wearing and usually the most friendly of any group.

Koreans, Phillipinos, Chinese etc, will hold the door open at any age - men and women. They always speak, never initiate any conversation. They have a tendency to look visibly uncomfortable to have someone hold a door open for them.

Black men of any age will hold the door open, acknowledge a "thank you" and will always say "thank you" for a door held open. Black men over 50 will usually not go in first but will insist they take the door. Clothes doesn't seem to be a factor here either.

Finally they caught the guy. Think he'll give up Saddam?

I love to people watch and one of my favorite things to watch for is manners. Attack of the Pig People an article on CBS News is entertaining especially when he shares his encounter with Pig Man.

A few years ago I dated a "southern gentleman". This guy was the big on manners...way too big. On stairwells going up, he had to be behind, going down, he had to be in front. He would actually get irritated if I touched a door we were going through. On the street of course he had to walk curbside. All of this was very touching and cute at first...until you chastise me for not following your rules. Dear Daniel didn't last long.

So Daniel is the one that actually started to peek my interest with some manners. So being the stubborn Sicilian that I am...during this relationship I started on a mission to open doors for men. Why not?

This is a practice I've not given up...I've had way too much fun with it. Here is some of my unscientific research findings and the findings differ on how I am dressed. This is my findings if I'm wearing slacks or jeans:

Men approximately over 50 will not let me hold the door open for them, they will hold the door until I go through. These men will hold the door open and wait for me, even if I'm still 10-15' away. They always acknowledge my "thank you".

Men approximately 30-50 will go through the open and door and say "thank you". These men will hold the door open for me if they approach it first and I'm close by. They acknowledge my "thank you" maybe 50% of the time.

Men 25 and younger will not hold a door and almost seem to expect if you are there first you hold the door, but not if it's them. Never a "thank you".

If I'm wearing a dress or short skirt:

Men over 50 will hold the door, will not enter first. Always acknowledge my "thank you" and will initiate small talk.

Men 30-50 will offer to take the door I'm holding and will say "thank you" if I encourage them to go on in. Some will actually just stand there like they are waiting to recall some important bit of information, but it's not quite processing. They usually always look at my legs as they pass through, wondering what they might have forgotten.

Men 25 and younger will always breeze on through and I might get a "thanks" half of the time.

Of course everything is subjective to the length of the dress. Shorts for some reason ellicits the same response as pants. Any men have any ideas on why?

My blogroll seems to be lit up like a Christmas tree tonight with "updated" behind several. Wow...so many people with something to say. So I started hopping around the blogroll...clicking link after link, having a great time.

Then I run on the this stupid ass blog feud thing going on. I follow a link to a site where somebody (not one of the feuders) actually gathered one of the feuders comments over the past couple of months from around the blogosphere...to share with the world, because he's ticked off because that feuder didn't delete a comment that he felt might have helped end it.

Excuse me, but is this bizarre behavior too...or am I once again the odd person out that missed the boat?

If I missed the boat...I'm so damn glad. These people have way too much free time.

I don't want to go to work.
I don't want to go to work.
I don't want to go to work.

Whine, whine, whining...on my way to take a shower.

One of my biggest fears in running a healthcare facility is a fast moving virus. Around ten years ago I was working in a facility in Iowa, where the the week after Christmas we wre hit with a respiratory virus. We lost 13 patients in 10 days.

Patients that were up, walking an talking in the morning, had raging fevers of over 104 and difficulty breathing by bedtime. The ones most severely stricken were dead within 48 hours. The healthier patients and staff were just down and out...quickly. No investigators were sent in even though the hospitals in our communities were over run. No one ever knew what virus the community was dealing with.

So when I read this article this morning about a nursing home hit with a virus in Vancouver I get this nauseated feeling.

Two-thirds of the patients, and one-third of the staff was hit. The virus is genetically identical to the SARs virus. The article is a little unclear of the deaths, they mention 7 dead in "recent weeks". It's easy to see they are being very careful of what is being released. Yes, seven deaths in few weeks is alot. My facility doesn't lose that many to respiratory infections in two years. A WHO investigator has been called in but it could take weeks to find the answers.

Keep your fingers crossed, that this just fades away...and SARs is actually a thing of the past. I'll take a 2 day power outage anytime over this.

I bet a lot of people have some great stories about their wedding day. I really wish I could hear what this bride tells her kids about her wedding in 20 years. And she will have children although some should not be allowed to procreate.

If anyone theoretically asks why fewer men are getting married...show them this.

It seems I'm getting a soft spot in my heart for people who like to see that hit meter rise. Jay Solo is a man with a goal..c'mon hit the link.

Twenty thousand hits...damn, I about peed my pants when I hit 2000. Do you know how many times I had to look at my site to get there?

Yes, I'm kidding, I took me out soon as I hit 1000. That's when my spelling errors went up.

Ever had one of those days when almost everyone you talk to doesn't make sense? I usually have at least one every day, but today apparently I'm in a parallel universe from the rest of the world.

Let me give you a sample.

One more test...."What's your deepest darkest secret?" Being a nurse, and doing what I do for a living, the results are, well....accurate? I'm not sure I could of rigged this if I tried.

Found via DaGoddess.

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Well it looks like Life As I See It finally accepted my nomination. Fair is fair. So for that I'll give Alice two links.

Thanks Alice, now shouldn't I get to nominate a second one?

The power went off at work today for about an hour. Seemed to be just a little too long for the generator to kick in....funny how the mind can tell the body to have a panic attack in under 5 seconds.

It was funny how the workers and patients reacted to the power failure....nonchalant, been here done this. The police made it to the cross intersection within 5 minutes this time. Damn we all train easy...kinda scarey.

Well Detroit once again has drinkable water..the all clear came at 3pm today. Just don't go in the Detroit river or Belleville Lake, that's where the Feds let them dump the raw sewage, either that or back up in basements etc.

I changed the info on what is supposed to show on the WHOIS, it's just not showing yet. Thanks to all who gave me the advice.

Over the months I've been reading blogs I've ran across stories where some asswipe had contacted someone's employer...or in a recent event Child Protective Services. Being the ignoramus that I am I couldn't figure out how they even know who some of these people are.

Sure there is blogs where people say right out who they are, where they live...kids names etc. etc. Then there are people like me who stay on the edge of anonymity like myself because of my profession. So I thought.

Ok, I absolutely love JoniElectric.com but 9 out of 10 times when I visit her sight it's all screwed up in my browser. Why? Whatever am I doing wrong? Help?

Looks like there is a toast her here for everyone.

Thank Utterly Boring for the great link.

Well it seems Life As I See It is whoring for links but doesn't want to take my nomination for sexiest male blogger.

So the contest is fixed....hmm. So in the interest of keeping peace in the blogosphere I'll not mention who I nominated. I think when you have these contests sexy isn't necessarily in pretty packaging. It emanates from the heart and soul.

So Sista...you have the link, and I withdraw my nomination.

Peace.

Check out Sea Doc for a picture of a blood moon. Awesome.

Well it seems Northwest Airlines is determined to make a profit on everyone's misfortune. Now I'll be leaving on the 29th. Hopefully. Sothis cost me an extra $100 because I can not fly out by the 21st, although the price of a ticket on the 29th is $50 cheaper. Asswipes.

I'm catching up on my blog reading I'm noticing the last couple of days has begat contest after contest to drum up business. First I took a look at the list so far of sexiest male bloggers, then I took a look at the females.

What I really hadn't noticed but doesn't surprise me at all...I read male blogs the most. I have about a 4:1 ratio of men to women if you look at my blogroll and if you could see my Favorites folder. I think women have alot of interesting things to say...but I hear them say it all day long. Even if I don't want too. The women on my list give me a view of a much different life than mine. I like that.

Now I'm sure I will go to my grave trying to figure out men. All these years I've been trying and I know nothing more than when I was 16. I've been trying to get a man to tell me what they think for years. No, no...not about politics, the new car or "the game" or SEX...please, I got those things down.

Interesting enough...the guys on my blogroll write about those things of course, they are men after all...but also other things. Those are the sexy guys.

I finally made it to the gas station...yes, there was still a line, but everything was moving very quickly and efficiently. I grabbed a couple bottles of water and some lemonade.

I came home and put on a couple of pans of water to boil for coffee later and ice cubes. While I was doing this I flipped on the news, finally. It seems Detroit is back to 100% power..almost. We are being asked to power down..rolling blackouts are expected around 5pm and later. Lovely. Fine. I turned my a/c up to 74, shut all the blinds, limited myself to one load of clothes (necessity). That's it..that's my part.

I was lucky enough to catch a video clip of the mayor saying how Detroit was the best behaved city during the blackout...although the rest of country was ready for the acting out and throwing down. Well hello Kwame...guess what, we were expecting it here too.

Even though curfews were imposed on the entire area...most didn't want to be caught on the street in a car or not after dark. Everyone I talked to that owns a house said they slept on their living room floors or front porch...watching and waiting.

Detroit usually gets a bum rap...for good reason. We were good because we scare ourselves shitless. Hell with the rest of the country...no one is more shocked then us that life in metro Detroit was peaceful.

Now the power is back on...tonight will be a free for all. Let the games resume.

Well after ten hours sleep I'm back walking among the living. The a/c is running and the coffee (thank God) is good. What a wake up call that was. Instant coffee is now added to my list of things to have on hand. But yesterday morning boiling water and pouring it through a coffee filter into the pot works really, really good. Addicts know how to improvise.

The ice cold shower with the trickling stream was exactly what I needed to be able to face another marathon day at work in a healthcare facility with only generator power, no water or phone lines.

Well damn if it hasn't been a roaring two days. When I pulled into the drive just a little bit ago and seen that the power was on...I coulda cried.

Obviously I didn't go to Iowa since work was in a crisis situation. I'm hot, tired and I stink. The water is on but only at about a 50% capacity. So for now..I'm going to sit back and drink a big damn glass of Alize, turn my a/c down to 68 and sit here and catch up on the news half naked.

I honestly have been so busy at work I have no clue what caused all of this hell.

Once again Dean posted an excellent commentary on gay rights. One thing about Dean he is always thought provoking. In his article he states he believes that the gay right movement has become a conservative movement. I disagree. I believe it is a publicity movement by publicity hounds.

Dean has a list of what he believes has been gays primary issues the movement has been fighting for.

The list:
They want to hold steady jobs.
They want to go to church and join the clergy.
They want to live in nice, respectable communities without being kicked out.
They want to join the military and fight for their country.
They want to join the boy scouts--the freaking Boy Scouts!
They want to settle down, have kids, and raise families.

I have a 29 year old gay sister who I love, admire and respect. Even more so over the past few weeks reading articles and posts about gay rights and marriages. My sister and her partner have been together about four years. They live in a lovely home in a beautiful community in Iowa.

My sister has never told her family, her co-workers, her church, the government or any other organization she works for that she is gay. She does not need the validation. My sister speaks of having children and she will be a wonderful parent.

On the same vein, I've never discussed at my place of employment, to my government or any other organization that I am heterosexual. I do not need their validation. Do any of them really give a damn anyway?

Now if gays want to live a quiet unassuming life...then do it. Publicly flaunting your sexual preferences is not quiet and unassuming. Do not get in my path to tell me you are gay, I don't care. Don't assume what you do behind closed doors is of concern to me. Just go do your thing, and I'll do mine. That's quiet and unassuming.

On AID's: people of all sexual persuasions are dying of AID's. If someone is sexually promiscuous the odds increase, straight or gay. Promiscuity is the problem not the homosexuality.

Also Dean is beginning to believe that the cause of gay marriage is lost. I have to wonder if it's a moot point. In this nation for every two marriages there is one divorce. The institution of marriage has definitely changed from the days of our forefathers.

Our nation compared to what it was is in moral decay. We have a terminal illness that can only be treated palliatively issue by issue.

I returned the boat to it's rightful owner...damn it. I hate big things, but with a Bose stereo system and a built in compass one could learn to adjust. Led Zeppelin can really rock that boat too.

So I picked my car up...I'm now $322 lighter...but my window goes up and down. Ahh...the price of convenience.

In my earlier post I made fun of being lost...but for some reason, being lost, and the fear of being lost is a big thing to me. Especially if I'm by myself. I'm not a stupid woman...and I'm not the brightest candle in the window either. But when it comes to finding somewhere...or having to reverse directions to find my way back out. I'm a goner. I can not find my car in a parking lot. Thank God for the alarm button.

The main reason I quit consulting was this abnormal fear of being lost. One of my last trips when I was consulting was to western Michigan. I had to leave home at 3:30am to be there for a 7am meeting. I followed my bosses directions (never trust a woman) to the letter. I took the number exit she told me and went 3 miles left...just like she said. There was a cornfield on both sides of the road...nothing else and no reception on the cell phone. Obviously I survived it.

So by the time I made it to the 23rd floor this morning...I'm having a war with myself. "It's time to quit this job, I'm not doing this shit." "No..you are being stupid, you can do this." Well by the time I was wandering the streets of Detroit with people I knew...I was fine.

Now any rational reasonable geographically inclined person would say...well you know where it is at now.

My response:
"Hell No! I'm not doing this again, are you nuts...I have no friggin clue where I was and I'm never going to make it."

Hell I was so damn happy to even find where I valet parked the damn boat I gave the guy ten bucks. I could of kissed him when I seen him.

Obviously I need therapy.

I've had Ad-aware for ages, and usually run it weekly. Today I was reading a post over at Utterly Boring (which he is far from being) about Task Managers processes running in the background. I always wondered what that crap was. Well I found out about what half of the 42 processes I have running most of the time. I also found out I have a lot of crap thanks to this site.

So I also downloaded Spybot which found even more crap...and now I'm less full of crap.

Now, now be nice...don't go there.

Well of course I got lost on the way there. So I call the attorney and his secretary answers...what's the first thing someone always asks when you are lost?

"Where are you?" Sweet Jesus, if I knew where I was I would not be lost.

"I am a block past the post office." Pushing on the compass thankfully installed by GM on the rearview mirror, I am able to add "facing north". Which of course is on my list of mistakes..saying north to a woman.

"Well what is in front of you?"

"Big buildings, lots of them, behind me, nothing. I'm supposed to be going to a big building right?"

"Ok, well you need to turn around and head toward Detroit."

"Uhh...I'm in Detroit." As I'm making a U-turn. "Ok, I"m turned around."

"Ok, go to the light and take a left."

"There isn't any lights on this street."

"Uh..what do you mean there are no lights? Isn't the post office on your right now?"

"No, you had me turn around, it's on my left now." Stupid me adds "I'm going south now." At least according to the rearview mirror.

"Well you need to turn around and go back to where you were. Turn right at the second light."

So I wait til the semi goes by and proceed to make a U-turn, at that point I realize the semi is doing the same thing. Lovely...as we turn in perfect unison.

Well she proceeds to guide me to the building..with only a little confusion between right and left lanes at the last moment. Obviously my tourist disguise worked because the other drivers allowed me to squeeze the boat in at inopportune times seeing that I was an idiot female with a cell phone attached to my ear. God bless them for their patience...I was highly testing their control on road rage.

Crap! I do not want to drive to downtown Detroit. I'd rather go to the dentist, hell I would rather go get a PAP smear. That's how bad I hate it. I always get lost, I always drive like a tourist on drugs. I always have 2 seconds to cross 4 lanes to get to the right exit.

I borrowed my friends Escalade and my car is sitting in his garage..safely dry. So not only will I be a tourist with colorful 8x10's MapQuest pages in front of my face I will be deadly driving that huge ass thing. But it's got a Bose stereo system...this is a plus, and it sure the hell won't be blaring jazz.

I have a union arbitration hearing over a gal I fired a year ago. Actually it sounds like we already lost..apparently the judge listening today always goes the way of the person fired if it's an insubordination firing.

To make the story short, this gal came to work 30 minutes late, didn't like where she was assigned to work for the day so walked off the unit. She proceeded to walk around the building bitching to anyone that listened that she "wasn't going to work there". The supervisor sent her home and told her not to come back to work until she spoke with me.

So in my interview with her the next day, she tells me she did go to her unit and took care of "Mr. X". She did give patient care while she was "on the clock". Well Mr. X had been in the hospital for a week...good try, need to check your facts before you lie.

Now I bet that judge would not find in her favor if his mom or dad was laying there waiting for over an hour for care and she refused to help them.

As I was rolling up my window this morning when I pulled into work, I heard this loud bang, crash...and definitely crumbling coming from the drivers door panel. Of course the window stopped half way up..and was slowly inching down. No amount of pushing, smacking and swearing at the little button didn't make my window do anything.

So I get out and proceed to try and pull the thing up..and in pulls the Doc in his damn Jaguar, so he bounces over to my car with his 16 year old face and starts jabbering how he has got some drug rep to take us out to lunch. Blah, Blah. Finally I shoot him this venomous look and say...uhh, can you see I have a bit of a problem here? He says ..well yeah, you've got a big problem it's supposed to rain today. Well duh! So I say fuck it, and he says yeah, that sucks. So in we go.

Damn that makes me sad. I really liked him. Check it out.

Oscar over at Ofhills.com has a anger test for all to take based on the book "Anger Kills" by Redford Williams and Virginia Williams.

I already knew I was going to score through the roof once the questions starting veering to traffic situations. I'm a big time road rager. I never had this problem, and it is a problem, in Iowa. This surfaced in Detroit..where they allow stupid people to sit behind a wheel. They might be able to build them here, but they sure can't drive them. Here I have trouble with acceptance because these people are a physical threat to others.

There were also several argument questions. I don't argue. I either listen then state my point and move on, or state my point, listen and move on. Yes, I am a stubborn bitch. I have a quick red headed Sicilian temper that burns fast and bright for a few moments...and cools down just as fast. Just and FYI, I no longer have red hair, I dye it brown.

Just this morning one of my ex's stopped by and for whatever reason wanted to rehash why we broke up. Three years ago no less. What is the point? You've stated your point, I've stated mine. Let's move on! Life is not about a continuous rehashing of issues. You are missing life. I can accept someone does not share my viewpoint. Why do people have so much trouble accepting people that don't share your viewpoint? Some people thrive on making issues.

Anyway when I took this test my annoyance level was at a high level. Still is. Of course it didn't help when he told me my ass was getting bigger. Damn fool.

See my score...

I just read quite a long post by Steve on Little Tiny Lies about a lot of topics really. In the post he tackles what he believes to be the difference in men and womens sexuality. There I think he's on the money for the majority. Of course everyone can't be pigeon holed into that philosophy but it's a view with valid points.

To the Christians:
Christianity is as diverse as the world. Everyone has their own views. Jesus is God, or He is not. The Bible can be taken literally or not. We know which view some Christians take on that subject when you look at their views on abortion or homosexuality..one of those things that's black and white.

The Bible says Christians do this. They did this centuries ago, they will in the times to come. God also says He will take the luke warm and spit them out of His mouth. God says false prophets will arise and mislead many. Lawlessness will increase.

So my point? Why argue about homosexuality? The Bible has been written..the Word stands. Rewrite it all you want, ignore the blatant warnings. Go ahead, create your own churches and doctrine. Go ahead, have at it, have fun. Take all your knowledge gained by man on this earth and let the false prophets lead you into the gray areas. We do have free will.

It's not my place to tell you, you are wrong. It's my place to let you know there is a God and He has spoke. What you do with it is completely up to you.

To the atheists regarding homosexuality:
Your government is your higher power. If you don't like the laws, rewrite it. As long as someone is not causing bodily injury to another, why do you care? What is the point of marriage anyway? Wedding and bedding your dog, goat or cat should be allowed. Why not? Who is to say it is wrong? There is no God remember? Why hold back and let a "fictional" piece of literature dictate your society rules?

So just in case my ramblings didn't make sense I believe the Bible is the inerrant word of God. Jesus is God. I've posted before that God will make a phone call to you. You choose to answer it or not. You listen to the whole message or not. God did not make this hard. Mankind did.

One really has to love this day of video when more and more things can be instant replayed. I definitely see the old guy take a swing, don't you? Yeah right.

If I ever get a troll this site will definitely come in handy.

All you do is plug in certain requirements and the insult generator has it ready for you in seconds. Go play around...I had way too much fun.

I set the parameters for someone I work with and this is the result. Now if you are easily offended...do not read more.

Well due to a complete lack of insight and brilliance today I thought I would take a look at the phrases that lured the unsuspecting here.

flea bites - people. I remember where that one came from.

Arabics sex places. I must of did that post in my sleep. They have those places?

Bill Cosby Adulterer. Damn, I never knew that. When did I ever blog about Bill? I always thought he was such a nice family man.

John Ratey. Who the hell is that? Now I have to search my own blog to find out.

I swear this is NOT here. Without penis tube female pee toilet. Huh?

This is my all time favorite:
Mom of two seeks whacked shit. I knew I did alot of bullshit...but never thought it was whacked shit. I just keep learning with this blogging experience.

Thanks to Kelly at Suburban Blight I found out I was good Ol' Abe in past life? He was a republican right? Now I have to find out.

You were Lincoln!

You came a long way from your humble
birth in a log cabin in the Kentucky frontier
in 1809. Your family moved to Illinois when
you were 21, and at age 22 you become a
surveyer, shopkeeper, and postmaster in
Springfield. In 1834 you got elected to the
Illinois state legislature, where you first
denouced slavery publicly. In 1836 you got
your law license. At the age of 33 you married
Mary Todd, and had four children.
Unfortunately, one died at age 4 and another at
age 12. After losing the election to Senate,
you became nominated as the new Republican
party's candidate for president. You won the
election, just as southern states began
seceding from the Union. You became the
president that saw the nation through its
bloodiest war to date. During your second term
in office, the same year that Robert E. Lee
surrenders and ends the Civil War, you were
shot in the Ford Theater by John Wilkes Booth.
Later that year, the Thirteenth Amemdment to
the Constitution abolished slavery.


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This weeks Friday Five.

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country?

Iowa of course. Before that Alabama, then Iowa three times, then Florida. In the past year.

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling?

When I was 18 with a friend of mine, we decided we were going to take 2 weeks and drive to California and see the world. Shit. What a different world from Iowa. The most bizarre thing on that trip happened in Oakland, CA..where we got lost. We were supposed to be going to her aunt's house for the night, but we couldn't even find the right city. We stopped at this gas station, where these two guys were working..all covered with grease and grim. They were foreign..we assumed Mexican. Remember we were from Iowa and didn't know shit. Patti was crying because we were lost in a very very black area. We hadn't showered for 2 days because we had been camping, we stunk, we were tired. Well these guys were closing the station and said we could go home with them and use their shower, and they had room if we wanted to stay. They were very nice guys. Why we ever agreed is beyond me now, but at the time it seemed appropriate. I remember thinking in my ignorance, that these guys were Mexican and probably had 12 people living in a 2 room house. Patti thought the same thing. Well we ended up following these guys to their home...which took quite awhile to get there. Well these guys didn't live in a 2 bedroom house, they lived in a mansion with about 10 bedrooms. They weren't Mexican, they were Iranians. They didn't work at the gas station they owned several. We ended up spending 2 nights there, they wined and dined us, were absolutely perfect gentlemen. Hussein and Gus...no shit. Their father had sent them to America to go to college and work in the family's business. Both were majoring in political science. We stayed in touch for about a year after til they left to go home. I moved..and we lost contact. I've always wondered what became of them.

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?

Alaska

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?

I'd prefer that Scotty beamed me up. If I have a lot of time, I'd prefer to drive.

5. What's the next place on your list to visit?

Iowa...in 7 days.

Dean over at Dean's World has a question for women. What do we like about men? I see as of right now he has 17 responses and 8 trackbacks. I haven't read the comments yet, because I don't want to feel swayed. Undoubtedly after I post I'll read something and say...oh damn, I wish I would of said that.

Here is what I like about men...

Soon as I stumbled across these headlines: Internet Infatuation Indicators my paranoia immediately kicked in, uh oh.

So I decided to take the test...

I ran across this article this morning giving some highlights of an experiment on the internet. The theory is to prove it is a small world and there is only 6 degrees of separation. Interesting.

It also led me to this site which allows you to sign up and become part of the experiment. Go ahead, I already have my target. A professor in Ithaca NY at Cornell.

Anybody out there in Ithaca? Email me. This could be cheating though.

Now why do stupid people have to drag religion into their defense? Why is it people from Michigan seem to always be on the top of the list of stupid things? Why would a stupid woman with a hungry baby call her husband to ask what to do? Why would any woman listen to a stupid husband that tells you to breast feed going down the road while driving?

Answer: People are stupid.

My youngest son when he was little used to say "I'm tard" when he was tired. No amount of trying to correct his pronunciation worked. Tonight, all I can think is I'm tard.

I've have had alot of traffic to this blog this week, thanks to the Sarge. I should be trying to post something completely brilliant and stimulating to draw people back...but I'm too tard and I can't quite come up with brilliant and stimulating on my best days. Ah well.

I'll share a few web finds:

Although we yet to have a blogging President I did find out today we have The Pied Piper of Blogging. See what the Piper thinks of the future of journalism and online publishing.

Apparently things are turning around, it seems now men would rather spend that extra hour in bed sleeping rather than having sex. Looks like you guys better quit blogging a little earlier and get your asses to bed.

Last but not least an interesting blog I found after he left a comment on a previous post. Meet Doc from Sea Doc, a paramedic blogging offshore from the Gulf of Mexico.

Now I'm taking my tard ass to bed.

Dean's World led me to Calblog who is attempting to compile some code of ethics for blogging.

My first thoughts were to laugh and think here we go again...some people just have to have rules and structure. So afraid of anarchy. I've worked with many people in my life that things just have to be in place. Authority and rules has to be clearly delineated. When these things are not present it is total chaos for these people. They will push, shove and question you to death until their piece of the world is clearly black and white. Shades of gray is very uncomfortable.

I was reading an article on a news site last night that I tried to find to link to, but the article was discussing the "unregulated web". It briefly touched on the Kobe accuser and how her name was published on the web and supposedly some false scandalous stories concerning her. The gist of the story was "What are we going to do to stop this?" There are unethical people out there that loves to create sensationalism...blah, blah. The web is as untamed as the wild west. What in the world are we going to do?? Isn't that damn ironic from the news media?

Anyway I find the whole thing sort of cute. Maybe we need a committee to make the rules. Maybe we need to elect a Blog President so we can maintain democracy on the web. Then the committees can monitor the president to make sure he's legit. Then they can hire web police to make sure we are following these rules. We can all send these people part of our income to finance their rule making and monitoring of the web. Then we will be started on a great path to true freedom on the web.

Well apparently Jerry Springer isn't going to run. Just damn. I was counting on him to be good for several future blog posts.

Can you imagine having to stay an hour in a place infested with rats, let alone sleep and eat in the place for 24 hours. I had trouble even reading this article. Now it wasn't even the rats that got the poor guys moved...it was the smell of the dead ones in the walls. Sixty firefighters worked in that environment since March.

Oh hell no. I posted before I was sent to a nursing home for one day where I had to work in a room with a mouse and when I left there had flea bites. I pitched a hissy fit people still remember. Refused to go back. Now I admit guys are a little different, alot tougher...but