Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

I can't seem to get Queen out of my head today. No, I'm not doing anything tonight, honestly I can't remember ever going out on New Year's Eve since the 70's. If I did, it must not of been very memorable.

I never have liked this day and it's not a good one for me. This time of year everyone is talking about resolutions and goals for the next year. Even work, I had to mail off a list of 5 goals for my department for the coming year. That was easy. Goals for my life is another story.

I used to make resolutions in the past. Some of the standard crap everyone has from time to time: eat healthy, lose weight, exercise, on and on. Sometimes I met them, sometimes I didn't. I never quite had a sense of accomplishment when I reached a goal, I found myself saying "what now?". Even worse, if I didn't, I'd beat myself up for it. Well screw that. I hate feeling guilt almost as much as jealousy. Both are damn miserable emotions.

So now I find I'm the most goalless person I've ever met. I have no aim or direction. I live one day at a time. That works well for today, but damn, what did I accomplish last year but ending a lousy relationship and a salary.

I think one of my big problems is I've never decided what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe I should start there.

You might ask, who the hell is Banjo? Banjo was my lab/pit bull, who knows what else, obstinate, mud headed dog. But, he was mine. I was in my twenties when I brought him home from the pound. My then husband didn’t think much of him. Banjo didn’t think much of my then husband either.

I don’t reminisce much about that time in my life, other than to learn from it. My ex was a man of few words, mostly because he didn’t know many. We were young when we married and what drew me to him were his broad shoulders and washboard stomach. What pushed me away was his narrow-minded, opinioned, mean-spirited, overall negative attitude towards life. To put it mildly, he was an intimidating terrorist. The only breathing being that I ever saw him step back from was Banjo. Good ol’Banjo was responsible for preventing more than a few of the black eyes I used to sport around.

Banj used to sleep by my side of the bed and no one could tempt him away from it until I got up. That dog was glued to my side at all times. He was fiercely protective of me and vindicated me more than once with a few of the warning bites he inflicted upon my ex.

I grew up and grew wiser and left Mr. Asshole. Since then I met the most wonderful, kind, intelligent man, who knows more words than Mr. Asshole had Snap-Ons. One morning, he was being his considerate self and decided to let me sleep late. He tried to coax Banj out of the bedroom to let him out for the morning. Before I could shake the sleep from my eyes and yell NO, he reached down and tried to pull him by the collar. Banj gave him one of his warning bites. Chris still comments on how he didn’t break the skin, he applied just enough pressure to leave a bruise.

Banj got old, arthritic, blind and diabetic. My vet and I kept him comfortable for as long as we could. I know that those of you who love animals truly understand how devastated I was when we had to put my old man down. I moped around the house for a few weeks before announcing to Chris one morning that I needed a baby. The look on his face was priceless until I clarified it was a puppy I was referring to. We went puppy hunting that morning and after holding and assessing at least a dozen pups, I saw some big brown eyes staring at me. I picked up a big, black, handsome pup and placed him on the floor with me. I looked him in the eye and asked him if he would be my new old man and he licked my nose. Misho will be two in February and he’s 120 lbs of love. He doesn’t have the same alpha dog attitude that Banj did, but I don’t have to worry about him taking someone’s leg off either. He’s lying on my feet as I type. I have another shadow glued to my side.

During my recent move, I found some unused syringes I used to give Banj his insulin. I got a little misty eyed thinking of him. But, guess who wouldn’t leave my side yesterday morning when Chris got up to leave the dogs out?

The coolest inventions of 2003 for your amusement. I don't know about you, but the list seems a little "ho hum" to me.

When I was a little girl the one thing I remember putting on my Christmas want list several years in a row was a pair of ruby red slippers. Yes, just like the ones Judy Garland wore in the Wizard of Oz. I mean I wanted those shoes. I wanted them so bad I could taste it. They are were the most beautiful pair of shoes ever made. I really never ever forgot that. I'm sure it probably scarred me for life.

Well tonight when I pulled up to my apartment building, the new family that moved in next door was coming out. As I approached the outdoor stairs, out pops this little girl. Maybe 5 or 6 years old. She looks up at me with these huge blue eyes and gives me this big grin and says "Guess what?" Which brought a smile to my face right away that she is so friendly and has never spoken to me before. So I say "well I can't guess, what?" She says "I got ruby red slippers for Christmas!" As I look down, I'll be damned there is my ruby red slippers on this little child. To make matters worse she clicked her heels together three times.

I tell her "Wow! I always wanted a pair of those shoes!" Which she must of seen the greed in my eyes because she promptly tells me "there mine!", as she skipped off to the car with my shoes.

Damn life can be cruel.

Ever since I've been making this trek to work through Detroit traffic I witness more than my fair share of traffic accidents. I "usually" try to stop if the crash seems bad enough to have injuries. The last two that happened in front of me I kept on going just because it was too dangerous to stop.

Well tonight one happened again, right in front of me. Some guy in an SUV turned left in front of oncoming smaller car and was broadsided. It took me almost a block to find somewhere to safely pullover, which of course happened to be in a huge mud puddle. That would be because it's pouring down rain. Well by the time I ran the block back, everyone was out of their vehicles doing fine. Amen. Didn't need medical attention or a phone.

Ok, so since I made it home soaking wet, I feel absolved from the last two. It works that way, right?

Into the kinky things of life and want to blog about it? Let Chelle tell you all about it.

I have a feeling there are a few of you pervs out there that might be interested.

I really wish I could get over this major whine about Mondays and going back to work. I figure I've been doing this for at least 1500 Mondays since I've been classified as an "adult". It's even sort of sick that I popped the calculator up to figure that out. What's the chances of breaking a life long whine habit?

It's not like I have wonderful things I could do if I stayed home. In all honesty if I did not work I'd be forced to keep this place immaculate, my laundry always done and I'd probably guilt trip myself into having to cook. Next thing I know I'd be watching Oprah, then Jerry and then God forbid As The World Turns.

So I guess what I'm trying to do is brainwash myself into thinking that "Work is Good." I'll just keep repeating that. Yeah, that's the thing, I'll just keep repeating that.

That's about the most worthless bullshit I've ever pulled on myself too. Well, it's right up there with "yeah, these pants make my ass look smaller", heh. Who am I kidding work sucks and my ass is too big. God I hate Mondays they are just so damn depressing.

I made it back from Iowa in one piece. Although Eppley security in Omaha gave me the terrorist treatment before boarding this morning. Doesn't it just figure when my underwires didn't set off the alarm in Detroit when I left?

Obviously it was my turn in the Russian roullette of searching for terrorists and bombs. I had everything searched, in, out, over and perused. It took long enough they had to hold the plane for me...and to make matters worse, gave my seat away. Since I have blue eyes and hair on the red side I don't look Arabic...so I'm going with French? That's got to be it. Well I guess it could of been the thumbs up sign I gave the security guard when I made it through the metal detector without my underwires going off again. Geez, I was just excited and playing. I didn't say anything like "damn, I fooled you!" Funny how I used to think people in the midwest were a little more friendly.

I've gotten Iowa out of my system for awhile. Sort of like turkey after Thanksgiving. Iowa, fudge and sugar cookies are on the "tired of that" list for awhile. Ohh...and Northwest Airlines.

Now I have big plans to CHILL til 7am Monday morning when work mode kicks in again. I got everything I wanted on my Christmas list...well except sex, but what the hell, I have to have a New Years resolution. Anyway...life is good.

Okay, fine. The holiday is behind me, I endured Christmas Eve with my family with only one personal confession. No, make that two; I had to explain the dark circles under my eyes, as my insomnia has grown worse. My mother is encouraging me to get a prescription for Ativan. My younger sister is insisting I need to go back on an anti-depressant and my older sister is convinced I need to find God. My fiancée assures me all I really need to do is to stay buzzed on wine and have sex daily.

The solstice has come and gone and now the days will grow longer. The question is, can I make it through the winter months without telling them all to fuck-off and leave me alone?

I hate winter. I hate the cold. I hate leaving for work in the dark and still being there when the sun sets. I hate traffic when it snows. I hate the stupid remarks of non-smokers when they see me smoking outside at work. Yea, yea, yea, I’m a diehard. I’ll face wind, ice, snow, and sleet just for a nicotine fix. I have one stock answer for those who find it necessary to comment on my addiction. “I’ve never been a quitter, so fuck-off.”

I can tell my Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) has settled in for its long winter nap because I don’t normally use the “F” word and I’ve used it twice thus far in this entry.

So, do I need the Ativan my mother is pushing? Do I need an anti-depressant? Do I need to find God? Will those remedies prevent me from telling folks with good intentions to fuck-off? Maybe, but is that fix the best one for me, or the best one for them? By following their recommendations, I could make the world a better place and be nice to meddling do-gooders.

Yes, Ativan will make me sleep. The operative word there is “make”. Obviously, I don’t need to sleep. Otherwise, I wouldn’t wake up after 3 hours, wide-awake and ready to go. Yes, an anti-depressant will put a Prozac-pasted smile upon my face and I will be able to exhibit tolerance. But, is it tolerance and patience that occurs when the chemicals blanket your brain? Or, is it just total apathy? To be void of emotion is not my idea of living. Bobble-head dolls remind me of myself when I was using anti-depressants. You just smile and nod your head at the world. Yup, yup, yup, I’m okay. You don’t feel sad, you don’t feel mad, you just don’t feel.

I think I’ll combine two of the suggestions I received to combat SAD. I’ll look for God while drinking wine and have sex at least once a day. I mean, damn, Jesus was a fan of wine. And, who planted the primal urges of mankind?

At the least, I now have two goals to keep me busy until I can sit on my deck, margarita in hand, calming my inner voice, and reminding it to shut up and stop telling everyone to fuck-off.

I just hit my 10,000th visitor. What a great present for Christmas. Thank you, each and everyone that stops by to look over my BS. Peace, and be well.

I'm about to leave for the airport so I can once again let my underwires set off small alarms and wake the security people up.

I hope Santa is good to you and your Christmas is safe and merry. See you on Saturday.

Well Acidman posted a test of a different sort. Think you can spot a serial killer among your above average geek? Well try the Program Language Inventor vs Serial Killer quiz.

I got 8 out of 10.

Today seemed to be exchange Christmas gifts at work day. I suck at that, I didn't buy anyone anything. It seemed I gave a small bank account away over the last couple of weeks for various gifts, parties and who knows what else.

Well I made out good, I think my staff gets me nice presents at Christmas time to make up for the hell and damnation they give me all year. I got a gold cross necklace, varied lotions, gels, candles, candy up the wazoo. Which I always leave there for them. And my favorite present: a black negligee that I guess I'll save for a rainy day. (No...not tomorrow.) The funniest part was when the girl that presented it to me states, "well I guess this is really for G." The guy I gave the walking papers to last summer. So at this point I had to tell them G wasn't part of the program anymore....their immediate response was "well we have to find you a man!" Oh God. Why did I open my mouth? These women are relentless when they set themselves on a mission. I see several brothers, uncles and second cousins in my future. Not to mention every male that walks in that building will think the CIA has sat up shop for questioning. I tried to tell them a man is not on my Christmas wish list, but I was told I was wrong. Alrighty then.

Three years ago I made that same mistake. When will I ever learn?

And it won't be pleasant. Damn, damn, damn. I have visions of sitting the airport for a long time.

Tommorow: A steady rain in the morning tapering to showers and becoming mixed with snow in the afternoon. High around 40F. Winds W at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of precip 70%.

I really, really hope it stays south and Ohio gets blitzed. God will pay me back for that...wait and see.

Posting has obviously been light lately. My mind seems to be trapped in a weird place. Not a bad place, just different. I could say the world has tilted slightly off its axis and things seem strange, but it's more like I've shifted and seeing things from a different view point. A certain friend would say "What do you expect from a space head Aquarian?" Since I don't buy into that theory, I'm going to go with some form of hormonal fluctuation. Yeah, that's it.

I'm supposed to fly to Iowa tomorrow night for a few days of family bonding and eating too much, but yesterday it seems some unknown entity has been sticking razor blades in my throat. My voice has progressed into the lovely sound of Barry White with post nasal drip. Damn it.

So anyway, here it is Monday, again, 4 days til Christmas. One of the busiest weeks of the year and I really, really want to go back to bed. But I won't. I'll carry on rationalizing the immune system will kick in and the hormonal fluctuation will swing back into balance. After all, Santa is coming and my shopping is all done. All and all things are going well.

Have you seen this girl?

Come on click it it's really important.

Hugo Selenski's preliminary hearing was held yesterday. I guess this was no surprise to anyone:

After hearing the testimony, Luzerne County District Justice James Tupper ruled there was enough evidence to try Selenski, 30, for murder. Selenski waived his right to a preliminary hearing on prison escape charges and will face trial on those counts, as well.

I try very very hard to stay away from politics. Living the majority of my life in Iowa where we are constantly bombarded with the inane and assinine comments of presidential wannabes. It's no secret that these fools will perform any party trick or ass kiss whoever they think will help them on the yellow brick road to the White House.

It seems I'm in "one of my moods" this week where I have to question the systems and values that have been set not only around me but in this country. American's know that honesty, integrity and respect can not be found on this yellow brick road to the White House. We accept that. Why?

So what set me off this morning? This article.

Presidential hopeful Howard Dean on Thursday defended his claim that the United States is no safer with Saddam Hussein in custody, contending that the ''capture of one bad man'' doesn't allow President Bush or Democrats to declare victory in the war on terrorism.

Hello? Did I miss the victory parade? Are we bringing the boys home in triumph? Is the game over? Hell no.

So here we have a stupid ass who is taking up space and blowing out hot air about something that hasn't happened. So what's the point of this article? What was the point of this assinine comment? Why are American's rushing to back this buffoon? Granted he's no more of a buffoon then all the others. Why do we settle for having to have a buffoon? Why doesn't someone ask this guy...Excuse me, but what the fuck are you talking about?

Sometimes it's just a little nauseating watching the news media and American's rush to back their favorite clown.

Christmas is really bothering me this year. Not in the "traditional" sense that I'm bothered as in feeling blue or depressed, the signs and symptoms many of us in the medical profession are taught to watch for this time of year. Bothered as in being an objective observer and wondering why.

There is nothing new happening this season than any other season. I'm just seeing it different and nothing is making sense. The frenzied gift buying beyond financial comfort zones. People juggling schedules for parties, school programs, travel and of course shopping. Most bitching about it.

The pressure of feeling they are inadequate or life is selling them short if they can't be with their families during Christmas. I guess the rest of year doesn't count.

How in the world did we allow this mass brainwashing to take place? How many actually remember or even celebrate what Christmas is supposed to represent? How many lawsuits would be filed if they tried?

I'm feeling very uncomfortable that I have taught my children to buy into this lie. To buy, give and partake beyond reason to try and induce that warm fuzzy Christmas feeling. I think it's some form of mass hysteria, I really do.

I can't help but wonder how did all of this mess happen? That's exactly what it is, a frenzied mess. Anybody know?

Ashcroft got his wrist slapped today. He's such a bad boy.

"Two serious transgressions committed in this case are simply one too many for the court to abide with no response," U.S. District Judge Gerald E. Rosen wrote in an 83-page opinion. "More than a warning is necessary here."

When I seen this headline: Is Polygamy Confusing, or Just a Matter of Family Values?

I see nothing confusing about polygamy at all. I've always thought having more than one husband would be an ideal situation. We are such a multi-tasking society. Don't you see this will be the next thing on the agenda has soon as gays are marrying and divorcing just like the rest of us "normal" people.

Have you ever noticed how when you confuse people over "certain issues" they get a little cranky?

Anna is priceless. She can paint a picture like no other. If she's not one of your favorites....it's one of those things I can not understand.

When I was at CVS last night I remembered I was out of coffee. They were out of Folgers. I decided to take a walk on the wild side and buy the Maxwell House French Roast.

My review: Bailey's Irish Cream would not help this crap.

I woke up this morning with a zit on my right cheek. Yeah, yeah, big news flash. For some reason it's as disturbing now as it was when I was 15. Probably that whole thing about everyone that you have a conversation with, you can see their eyes doing the eye dance from the zit back to your eyes. Alright already I have a zit.

So I have this face medicine prescription stuff that I used to use but ran out. So tonight I stop by the pharmacy to fill the prescription and my insurance won't cover it. Why? Because I'm over 30. Well guess what...I got zits over 30 and now I'm well past 40 and there it is. A zit, big as Texas.

I'm seriously thinking about doing one of those zoom in pictures of my zit and sending it to my insurance company. (Ok, I have to read the manual first...but then I can.) Saying "see you suckers...over 30 with a zit! Whataya got to say about that? Hmmm?" $110..please.

I guess things could be worse. I'm thankful it's not on my butt.

"I am Saddam Hussein," he said. "I am the president of Iraq and I want to negotiate."

The U.S. soldiers responded: "President Bush sends his regards."

I started reading The Da Vinci Code around Thanksgiving, right after I read Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Well shortly into it, I decided maybe this is just a little too much of dear Dan for a bit, so I put it down.

Well yesterday I got back into it. I still can't say I like it, but this whole thing about a woman being in the Last Supper painting and Mary Magdalene being married to Jesus definitely has rattled the whole belief system. I'm sure the atheists are smiling at that one.

I do know the Bible, but I admit to total ignorance on "lost gospels". Such as the Gospel of Mary Magdalene, which I did read today. Not much there, too many "missing chapters".

I guess this is something I'm going to have to search out on my own. Again. Thanks Dan Brown, I really didn't need this.

Merry Christmas!

Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

I obviously had way too much free time today.

I've come to the conclusion that I apparently work over an epicenter in the earth from where all energy flows to nourish drama queens in the universe. It's obviously a strong magnetic field there that sucks them in closer. So if a drama queen would drive by...they are compelled to fill out an application.

I've had to think about this theory for awhile, because this could mean I’m actually a drama queen. Anyone that actually knows me knows at work I'm more of the ice queen. I'm adrenaline challenged due to over abuse by others.

So let's say God likes sitcoms, so he puts the ice queen in the middle of a pack of drama queens. Let's face it, if you are bored, drama queens can be quite entertaining.

The basis of the story line is to see how long it takes for the ice queen to start babbling like an idiot and run screaming for the nearest mental health center, forevermore to be a born again drama queen.

Well yesterday God’s little storyline almost climaxed. I had a bomb threat at work. I'll spare you from the drama and the comedy. Nobody went boom. Nothing was found creating a tense moment deciding to cut the blue vs. the red wire.

I just can't wait to see what is in next week’s script. If this keeps up I'm going to have to renegotiate my contract for a stunt woman.

Thanks for pointing this out Geoffrey. I can't imagine how I could of missed this. Seems I was in some famous company though.

When I read this article: FCC Embroiled in Growing Obscenity Debate all I could think of was people have way too much fucking free time on their hands.

I get so damned sick and tired of people always pointing fingers at someone else. Go clean up your own damn backyard first, then you can start on mine. Maybe. If I want to cuss it's none of your damn business. If gays want to get married, what the hell does it matter to anyone. Let them pay the damn higher taxes for married people. If someone wants to pray in school or anywhere else...get the fuck over it.

If some of these dipshits actually focused a little of that do-gooder energy into volunteering at hospital, local school or picking up some damn litter. Better yet, enlist. As for their kids, get their asses out from in front of that TV anyway. Then maybe, just maybe I can see what possible purpose they have in life. In the mean time I wish they would just shut the fuck up.

Nevermind. Fuck it.

There is something about NASA
asking an actor to play a real life astronaut that just doesn't seem plausible. Or right. Or sane. I mean just because he has a great ass and tons of money and I'm sure would look really really hot in space suit doesn't mean they should ask him....does it?

ITV.com

Well I passed my physical this week with flying colors...well except for the bit of high blood pressure. The PA that did the physical gave me a prescription for the hypertension problem and told me to exercise. Excuse me?

Apparently this is purposeful movement above and beyond ones normal daily activity. To be done regularly to the point of sweating. Excuse me?

Sex doesn't count. Excuse me?

So last night I bought a exercise bike. I gathered my friend and his truck, went to Sears and bought the damn thing. It took about 30 minutes of standing around the loading docks holding cell with the heat set at 90 degrees to get the darn thing. I was sweating...so apparently I exercised yesterday.

It took him about an hour to put that baby together. Wore me out. Now it's sitting in my living room. When I woke up this morning to stumble out to the kitchen to make coffee it scared the hell out of me. Whoa! That's an ugly looking thing. Intimidating. I might of broken out in a sweat.

So I see sweat in my future. I'm thrilled. Somethings are just not right.

Yesterday we had a little Christmas thing at work for all the employees. Our company only allows a few pennies dollars per employee for Christmas so it's always a stretch of the imagination to come up with something fun and a present.

So yesterday we had nachos with the works for everyone and gave away t-shirts. Last year we gave away turkeys but too many people bitched - including myself, that then you had to cook the damn thing. Ungrateful asses that we are.

The t-shirts have the company logo and said across the front "Heads Up! Our patients count on it." Of course this was a spoof off the little diddy they do when I'm making rounds and they see me coming. "Heads up!" Thats what I can hear being passed down the hall or around corners. Have I ever mentioned that Detroiters are not quiet people?

When you break routine at work it throws everyone off for the day and chaos ensues...always. After all, rules are meant to be broken. At some point yesterday my cell phone number was passed around and I began to receive text messages such as "What's up boss?" "Why are you using your cell phone at work?" "I need to see you in my office." Smiley faces etc. In all their fun, what they failed to realize is: I now have their cell phone numbers. Big mistake. Heh.

Sharing the spirit.

What do you want for Christmas?

I found the Top 20 Definitions of Blogging this morning. Isn't it funny how we have the need to define, categorize and label? I guess that's another post in itself.

Seems there was a 4.5 earthquake in Virginia at almost 4pm this afternoon, just west of Richmond.

An FYI on VA earthquakes:

The largest event recorded was the Giles County earthquake in 1897. This event is estimated to have had a magnitude of 5.8 on the Richter scale. This is probably the third largest earthquake in the eastern United States within the last 200 years. The cause of the earthquake is not well understood.

More info on VA earthquakes.

Women I think this is a wonderful idea for that hard to buy for man in your life.

How loving and caring. Just think, the ultimate gift that will never be forgotten.

Snippet.

Maybe I should of said "snip it".

This really made me smile. These guys know a good thing. Some of Iowa's finest, growing the finest, a half a world away.

I'm doing my favorite thing this morning, well in the top 5 anyway: procrastinating.

I have a doctors appointment for a physical this morning since it's been awhile. I was going to go into work before...but to hell with it.

I posted last week about my dilemma at work. What I didn't post at the time that the employee trying to put my head on the executioners block was my boss. I really think she believed there would be no repercussions. First rule: There are always consequences for your actions. Now things have changed since I discovered the nasty little deed and fixed it.

The bad part of all of this my loyalty to my company and the concept of being a team has gone down the toilet. Now it's "cover your ass" at all cost. Each man or woman, as the case maybe for themselves. I'm well used to this concept. When I consulted and did interim director positions in troubled facilities this was the name of the game. I got lazy here, I forgot the rules. Shame on me.

The way the game works if someone puts the screw to you...and you find out, and get out of it. You win. You become the power player. Then the rules change and of course you have to expect another offensive move fast...so be prepared. Bar the doors and windows and reload and strategically place your warheads. Then you immediately start digging the tunnel to get your ass out of there aka political negotians. Fun huh?

Now hopefully the tunnel being completed and the bonus check happen simultaneously. That's the overall war plan. We'll see. In the mean time there are certain sanctions being implemented and the UN is working behind the scenes. Heh.

Is it bad to wish for exile to a tropical island?

I feel as if my soul requires more then physical limits and boundaries, I want to manifest a reality in which I can once more fly. To truly be free from burdens I've been concerned with in this life time. I want rest.

Far from human. Far from perfect. Bleed to know your alive. Die for reassurance.

I had one of my readers give me this yesterday, he said he wrote it while intoxicated. I liked it immediately and it reminded me of something but at the time it wasn't clicking.

This morning it did. I know what it reminds me of: long ironed hair parted in the middle, bell bottoms, peasant dresses, braless, barefoot, smoking pot in the park, Cream, Chevy Nova's, and LSD. Faraway and far out man.

Old hippies never die...they just reminisce as they get ready for work.

Well I got my webcam working. Sort of. Click if you dare. I definitely have to do something about that quality. But what? Of course when I installed it I received this lovely message that says it's incompatible with XP. I hate when that happens.

I think for anyone in healthcare, this is some very scarey shit.

MRSA and VRSA.

I really like this.

Detroit is number one!

Now for the most livable states. Check out Iowa.

I read this article about socks found around a terrorists neck with explosives I had to shake my head. Now if you were airport security, wouldn't you check someone very carefully who had socks around their neck? I know I would, something is not quite right here.

The whole airport security thing does worry me. When I go through security at Detroit Metro with an underwire bra it's sets off the alarm. Yes a female checker did the all over body wand and did slide her hand up under by breasts. Now I'm sure at that point she had to assume it was wires holding those babies up...but we all know it might not of been. Now in Omaha, underwires never set off the alarm. Definite discrepancies. Anyone who flies knows the system is full of loopholes.

I understand ABC wants to report the "news" but come on...we aren't stupid. Our current security is very functional for catching intellectually challenged terrorists. Like the ones with socks around their necks, but that's about it.

I carry a purse the size of Rhode Island. My last trip, I had my cellphone, PDA, a hardback book, a camera (metal casing), cellphone charger and various other items in this bag. It breezed through both airport X-ray in 2-3 seconds. Did the wires not show up? Wonder what the metal casing on the camera looked like? Wonder if I just looked like the average American woman with underwires....no threat, no harm?

I don't know about you, but I'm just going to continue to hope for retarded terrorists wearing their socks around their neck.

Remember this little post I did about Shopping with the Dogs? Well apparently the woman "trampled" at Walmart has a history of playing with the big dogs in another time of scam game.

Obviously she is a professional klutz for hire. Now shouldn't we have laws to lock these types of professionals away? For their own safety of course.

How much you want to bet she's up to shopping for that day after Christmas sale? Heh.

I had something happen at work today that has really thrown me and I'm not quite sure how to handle yet. I can't really post details, but it's one of those things I need to vent and talk about.

I had a visitor in the building today inspecting certain things. I knew this person was coming. I was asked by someone at work to handle one of the issues for another department because she would not be in today. Of course, I said no problem, just give me what I need to present. That was done last night. I glanced at it, not my specialty...everything looked in order to me.

Well this morning on my way to work I get a phone call from this person telling me verbatim what I need to say when I present these documents. An explanation of sorts. Fine, no problem. Weird that I wasn't told that last night..but ok.

So today I'm sitting with this official as the documents are being looked at. Well lo and behold there are discrepancies even I can see when it's pointed out. So I call up this department to attempt to get an explanation so I can explain it to the official sitting across from me at my desk. Well, I talk to 3 different people and I can tell I'm getting the run around. So I end up back on the phone with the first person who admits to me that these documents have been altered and are in fact bogus. I'm looking this official in the eye as this person is telling me this.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This is one of those moments in time where I earn every penny these assholes give me. I calmly hang up the phone and tell this official I'm dealing with idiots and I can't get the answers that I want. That I need to call corporate to assist in getting what I need....and that number is in another office. Which is the truth.

I know I need to call corporate to get my hands on the real thing. Now this is where now, again with corporate I'm covering this person's ass. Corporate knows this official was going to be there and the real thing had damn well better be in place.

Today I found out how good a bullshitter I am. I still can not believe I got out of that situation without lying. Oh I lied when I gave that first verbatim speech...but then I didn't know I was. So does that count? I literally told this official that I don't know what happened here but I'm dealing with fucking idiots, obviously.

Anyway the official wasn't stupid, I had to give a commitment that this fucking mess would be straightened out in a few days. Oh I gave it alright and it will be.

I'm furious. I'm pissed as hell I was drug into this mess and had to be the one to clean it up. I wish I could say I feel bad about the things I said to those three people after that official left. But I damn well don't. This isn't over yet. I'm going to work their asses all weekend long. From the phone. I'll be at home. Not feeling a damn bit of pity.

Oh, and God help that other person when she returns tomorrow. If I go.

Instead of whining on my blog about how shitty my day has been, I decided to open a bottle a wine and drown deal with my emotional needs with the assistance of a bottle of grignolino.

I received two bottles of this stuff a year ago last bosses day..to have available when needed. The day has arrived. There's a little wine shop conveniently next to where I work that makes their own wine. This is some strong shit spirits. I've had one glass and my nose is sufficiently numb and I'm having to backspace over spelling errors at a rate of 55 wpm.

Excuse me while I get another glass.

Ok, I'm back. Did I mention I have some cheese to go with that whine wine? Goat cheese to be exact. That should be interesting.

So since I'm in the mood so to speak, I think I'll go harass Andrew, Acidman, Sarge, Jay, Dean, Death, Tony, Tiger, LittleA....well you get the picture. Uh oh, all males, ok Erica, Daria, DaGoddess.... I'd of posted links but that would be too much like work right now. Chao.

I rarely allow vacations during the holiday weeks because no one wants to work. So usually it's first request in gets the time off. Being a 24/7 business holidays can be a trifle scarey. I always get the last minute requests to have the holiday week off. I can rarely grant it at the last minute.

Due to the fact several employees have been turned down apparently I have rained bad karma down upon their heads because my denial has beseiged their families with deaths.

My sympathies go out to my employees who have lost their fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, brother and sisters in laws over the past holiday week. By the time the new year rolls in Detroit should damn near be a ghost town.

We do require a death notice by the funeral home to collect the three days pay. Obviously one funeral home in Detroit made a hell of a lot of money last week. They must be the best one of course.

I think as Christmas draws closer I should stop by and pay my respects. What I do find odd, out of all these deaths...no one ever loses their mother. Seem odd to you?

'Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don't know we don't know.'

This makes perfect sense to me. Scares me some. Actually it's what I don't know that I don't know, that continues to push me. Well probably what I know I don't know also. But I know I can know that when I'm ready. But the things that I don't know that I don't know, when I finally know that I didn't know it, it's very knowing. You know?

Curtsey to Dean and his weird brain for pointing this out.

How anyone can be arrested 400 times and have their drivers license suspended for life 5 times.

ANDERSON, IND. -- A 74-year-old man who has been arrested at least 400 times was sentenced Monday to 17 years in prison on drunken driving charges.

Virldeen Redmon of Anderson was arrested in July while driving even though his license had been suspended for life following scores of alcohol-related offenses. Redmon's latest conviction was on charges of driving while intoxicated, endangering a person and driving while suspended.

Police have been arresting him since 1947, including three times since June. Redmon has had his driver's license suspended for life five times.

In 1996, a judge sentenced him to 9-1/2 years in prison for driving under a lifetime suspension and public intoxication. The judge reduced the sentence in 2001 and released him after a doctor testified that Redmon suffered from health problems.

Now this is beyond the ridiculous. I think if I lived in Indiana and even got pulled over for a speeding ticket that poor cop would have to listen to a 5 minute rant from my soapbox. With the bottom line being...What's the point, let's go for a drink. My luck it would be a female cop.

Life seems to be interfering with my posting lately. I find myself sitting down at the computer to read the news and my favorite blogs and next thing I know my time is gone. Excuses, excuses. But I really miss it.

One thing that is becoming quite time consuming, and I'm not complaining, just making a comment...is the Hugoists. I have about 30-50 emails a day from comments by them. Enough that I had to upgrade my package on my server yesterday because my disk space was about used up.

I guess it goes to show what a stupid little post about something you find humorous can come back to back to haunt you when you put your opinion out there for the world to see. Who would of thought? Boggles my mind.

So you think you can spot your favorite blogger's writing anywhere? Well Dax is putting you to the test. Go on, see if you can figure it out.

I'm gonna have to wait til I get another cup of coffee or two running through my veins.