Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?

Well, we are on the third week of school and I was a little worried there for a day. The first week my daughter and I FAILED our first paragraph of the week. She was a little crushed at first but when I blew it off, she blew it off.

It's always hard to tell how a teacher is going to grade initially. I thought her paragraph was good enough, but obviously, I am not a fifth grade teacher. There's probably a reason for that, too, ha ha! Something like not wanting to do endless amounts of paperwork. I'm the perfect teacher's assistant, though!

Anyway, so stupid me didn't read the instructions, either. She gives out proofreading instructions that are pretty damn specific for the proofreader. Yeah, isn't that wonderful??? So, that is why I say WE failed the assignment. SHE wouldn't have failed the assignment if her proofreader would have been half a damn.

I looked at that paper, and it hurt for a minute..honestly. I felt like I had let my daughter down, that perhaps I needed to go back to school myself or something. Didn't I feel like the ass when I realized if I had only read the instructions…

The point here, is that while I was looking at her paper, she was watching my face intently, reading it for reactions. She was nearly in tears herself. After I looked over it, I grinned and said, "Well, we sucked last week, kid. We'll do better this week." The relief on her face was visible. She must have been thinking horrible stuff about herself, too, or something. As soon as she saw that I wasn't freaked out, she was fine. I don't freak out over school work, though. I just merely assess what went wrong and do it differently.

Last week, we got an A!! Yay!!! I hope we did well this week, too. I chopped the hell out of her. She rewrote that paragraph this week like four different times. She had a little trouble grasping what the idea was about. This teacher is pretty challenging and I like it!

And, it's good to know, I AM smarter than a fifth grader..for now.

Another Test

Another test

Nothing Special About Tuesdays

I’m still getting the hang of this new computer. Thought I’d play with a font or two and see if it would publish that way. That would be cool. I still haven’t figured out where to save my stuff yet, isn’t that crazy. The senior chief is highly annoyed. He’s never been much of a Windows fan ever, but when most of the computers you have to work with run that system, then as a service provider, you are pretty much stuck using what your customers use, right?
Just another fine example of how this country is full of dumbasses and the thing that sucks is they force you to have to be one too in some ways. Isn’t THAT just lovely?
I do love my new calendar program, though. It makes keeping track of where everyone is much easier. Well, having less people to keep track of makes it a little easier as well.
That leaves much more time for my Cinderella duties. I think I’m going to make a coffee cake today. The heat finally broke so baking is an option again. Boy Howdy it was hot for awhile.
I stocked up on some new music lately. I gotta give the new Ozzy album a thumbs down lyrically. The music is great, but I hate the thoughts behind it. And, since it’s the title of the album, it kind of makes it hard to ignore. The first batch I bought turned out depressing..sometimes it’s good to not know the words. The second batch that included some old Nickelback and David Allen Coe, is much more upbeat and happy.
I think we should boycott China…impose trade sanctions against them. Why would we want to buy products from a country that treats its people the way they do? I have to wonder how many people are dying or being really punished in a bad way right now because of all this. We should buy nothing from any country that sanctions treatment of human beings that way. My God, we will hang Michael Vick, and we should…what he did was wrong, yet we will turn around and buy toys and whatever from a country that treats PEOPLE the same way Vick treated dogs. I won’t do it. I haven’t knowingly bought a Chinese product in years, and I’m ever so glad.
See what I mean, the whole world sucks.

Living Large

                    

 

Wow. Ok people, I just jumped 10 years in technology here and I feel like a little kid in a candy shop with my new computer. So THIS is what y'all have been dealing with while I've been dealing with Windows 98 and Office 97 technology. Alrighty then.

I'm a quick study though. Already I have figured out how to write the simplest of blog posts from my new blogging program that came with my computer. Oh, my, it's a whole new world.

 

Oh my …I am going to have so much fun playing with this. Oh, and it does a word count automatically! Hell yes!

Test

This is only a test. I have new software and I am ..well…testing it.

Friday AGAIN? ALREADY?

Dayum, these weeks are flying by. I have been so busy. Cinderella stuff mostly. Comes with the territory. Somebody has to do the cleaning and the planning...

Lordy, some of my people know how to turn on the heat fo sho', too. I am the lady who takes care of all the worries. The senior chief says I'm the perfect human resources officer/safety officer. Yeah, he's thinking about hiring me...hehehe. Maybe I'll even be able to get paid one day. Those two duties I can squeeze into my already full schedule...and accounts payable. Just a few more hats to add to the so many I have already.

Fine. I should get a maid then to take care of all the grunt work.

I think we're going to have a party tomorrow night. We missed the senior chief's birthday and he needs a morale boost. I'm thinking big ol' T-bone on the grill with some potatoes and corn and some yagerbombs or maybe margaritas...

Today I'm making goodies..sweet snacks for this weekend. I pretty much cut out sweets, sour cream and avocados out of our diet the first time I noticed I was fat. But that doesn't mean we can't have a treat now and then. I think I'm going to make a coffee cake and I have biscuits and sausage gravy on the menu for tomorrow morning. Sunday morning is going to be strawberry pancakes, I think, and bacon and maybe a big ol pot of beans, cornbread and rice.

Man, let me tell ya, turning the tv off is the best thing I ever did. I don't even have that sucker on past 7:30 when everybody leaves...and then it's on the morning news program. So many more things are getting done, it's almost a miracle.

But, I think we're overdue for a party. Everybody seems so damn grumpy...especially the senior chief.

From My BOYS

Hell FUCKING YES!!!!


Body: Somebody from California apparently wrote the top part, but somebody from Georgia came back and put them on their asses at the bottom. And whoever that was, GOD BLESS YOU!

CALIFORNIA:

- I can wear sandals all year long

- I go to the Beach - not "down to the shore"

-Our chicks are WAYYYY hotter than yours. Well...Miami can hang.

- I say "like" and "for sure" and "right on" and "dude" and "totally" and "peace out" and "chill" and "tight" and "bro" and I say them often

- I know what real cheese & avocados taste like

-Everyone smokes weed and its no big deal

-We'll roll up 40 deep when something goes down.

-I live next door to Mexicans, but we call them Americans!

-All the porn you watch is made here, cause we're better and thats how it is

- I don't get snow days off because there's only snow in Mammoth, Tahoe, Shasta, and Big Bear

- I know 65 mph really means 100

- When someone cuts me off, they get the horn and the finger and high speed chase cuz we don't fuck around on the road

- The drinking age is 21 but everyone starts at 14 (legally 18 if you live close enough to the border)

- My governor can kick your governors ass

- I can go out at midnight

-You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code

- I might get looked at funny by locals when I'm on vacation in their state, but when they find out I'm from California I turn into a Greek GOD

- We don't stop at stop signs... we do a "California roll"
No cop no stop baby!

- I can get fresh and REAL Mexican food 24 hours a day

- All the TV shows you "other" states watch get filmed here

- We're the Golden State. Not the Cheese State. Not the Garden State.....GOLDEN!!!

- We have In-N-Out (Arizona and Vegas are lucky we share that with them)

- I have the most representation in the House of Representatives, which means MY opinion means more than yours, which means I'm better than you [geez.... hahaha]

- The best athletes come from here

*******IF YOU'RE FROM CALIFORNIA, REPOST THIS*************IF YOU'RE NOT, GO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY******

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


GEORGIA:

Ahem... So.. Um.. yeah... I read this, and thought I would reply...


Hey... California listen up... Georgia is where its at!

- I too can wear sandals all year long... plus I can put on boots to stomp your toes and I won't even stick out.

- You may be able to go to the "beach" instead of the "shore"... but can you go to the drive thru "Beer Barn?" What now surfer boy?

- You're chicks aren't way hotter than ours... they are almost equal... and that's only due to silicone, saline, botox, lasers and hair dye... We have the real ones and they can beat yours up.

- We're taught to say "Yes Sir" and "Yes Ma'am" and respect our elders because of it. We also say "Howdy" and "fixin" and "Y'all" which are pretty much recognized right away anywhere in the world :) We're famous

- You may know what real cheese and avocados taste like... but I know what 100% Grade A Angus Beef tastes like. Who wants avocados and cheese when you can have steak and potatoes?

- Haha... who do you think grows the weed and sells it to you?

- Why roll 40 deep when something goes down if 5 corn fed country boys can get the job done...

- I live next door to Americans, but we call them Mexicans

- Why would you brag about not getting snow days off?

- We're smart enough to know 65mph means 65, but our speed limit is 70 and we still go 100.

- - When someone cuts me off, they get run over by my big ass truck, then I give them the finger and tell them to go back to California.

- The drinking age is 21, but if you aren't chasing the beer by 1 yr old... you're behind.


- You can go out at midnight? That's nice, I haven't even come home by then.

- OK... you said,"You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code" and as hard as I try I have no idea what you're talking about... I think you're watching too much TV welcome to ga.

- Yeah, you'll definitely get looked at funny when you come to visit but we have another name for you pretty boys, and its not Greek, its french/canadian.

- Of course you don't stop at stop signs... none of you can drive.

- You can pick up Real Mexican food 24 hours a day huh... well I can swing by home depot and pick up 24 Real Mexicans anytime of day. Can you say catering?


- You can keep your golden state... We're the Peach State...the one and only!!

- Do I have to remind you about the drive thru Beer Barn again? Does In-N-Out serve alcohol? (Oh and did I mention Coke was created in Georgia?)

- You guys have the best athletes huh?... what about Herschel Walker.. University of Georgia Bitches!!

- Football is a religion, not a sport

- In Georgia, football means football, not soccer.

- Georgia is the only state that can fly its flag above the United States flag

Come on GEORGIANS Show Your Colors! Re post!

"GEORGIA could survive without the United States, but the United States could not survive without GEORGIA"

IF YOUR GEORGIAN N PROUD RE POST as " Bitch I'm from GEORGIA"
Somebody from California apparently wrote the top part, but somebody from GEORGIA came back and put them on their asses at the bottom. And whoever that was, GOD BLESS YOU! and God bless Georgia!!!!

On a Lighter Note..

You know, to me...life is a quest for perfection..I know it's an unachievable quest..that's what makes life worth living, there is always something new to learn or someone else's point of view to consider. The flavor of life, really.

The quest for perfection..what does that mean? It does mean that we understand that we are never going to be perfect, but we should still keep trying anyway. That means, when you know something is wrong, change it.

Most people only consider these things at New Years...I consider it every day, I guess...

I correct as I need to. Last year was a year of many changes...there's some things we could have done differently, but on that scale...it was a good year. We met the challenges presented to us and beat them and managed to stay a little bit ahead. Can't ask for much more than that, really.

But, damn it, right now I am FAT and hating it. Seriously. Ok, not totally grotesque...but pretty damn grotesque. My ideal weight is in my dreams 115, in reality 120. The chart says I can go up to 130...but I think I'm up at the 140 range. Not cool.

How did I get fat??? The fucking television made me fat. Man, I haven't had that thing on all week and shitloads of stuff is getting done pretty damn mysteriously. Between the television, sitting on my ass, and eating bags of chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner...go figure? Oh, and the calories the sodas add....ugh. So, off with the tv, no more chips in the house, and off my ass...that ought to do it. Perhaps I can apply that same principle to these damn cigarettes.

And can you BELIEVE...one week back at school and my kids are already sick. What the HELL? They are not allowed to be sick for at least another week, dammit...ha! I had all next week CLEARED to just do housework...everybody agreed to not mess with me and make me run here there and everywhere...and now the little people are sick. Ah, such is my life. I can never make a plan. I get loose plans made...but I have to allow for some flexibility.

I am going to make some homemade chicken noodle soup for supper tonight and pack those people into bed for the weekend with vaporub and lots of fluids and hopefully hurry it along.

Oh yeah, and I'm giving up the sodas in favor of lemon water, strapping the ankle weights on and cleaning my house. By the time I'm done....I ought to have lost at least 5 pounds and then my metabolism will take over and I'll get this energy burst and the rest will come right off. I hope. I do not like being fat.

A Steady Pace

Nope, still not crying about the kids going back to school yet. I do miss them sometimes though. But then they come home with their millions and millions of QUESTIONS...good lord, these kids want to know EVERYTHING. And I do love their insatiable passion for learning, but it does make it a bit difficult to make a plan to actually ACCOMPLISH anything.

Which is why I love the school year so much. They come home happy, tired, and full of new stuff they've learned, which 8 freaking hours at school does not satisfy. We spend an extra hour or two learning other stuff they are just curious about. I love the internet. Why is it when you are adept at FINDING information, a lot of people equate that as already having it?

And they are loud. I don't know why kids are loud and it's not just the kids. Geez, I walked through my house the other day. Every single tv in the house is always on when people are home. Every single stereo in people's rooms, there are fans and then the background noise of them building the road in the pasture behind my house. I always said when the cows went, we were going too. The cows went a few years ago. Now isn't the time to put your house on the market, though, which is good, because I'm not ready yet. This place is beautiful and I want to show it at it's full potential. Everybody from miles around loves my house. It just BEGS to be partied in..I swear. I think once we get it all done up, I'm going to have a big ol' party.

Hey, does anybody but me think that this shit with China and the lead painted toys could be perceived as an attack on this country? I mean think about it, we ALL know what lead poisoning does to the brain. Attack the children and in the next generation, you have a bunch of lead poisoned retarded individuals running the country and BOOM, they can make their move. Hey, I think it's possible, but I hate even having to think like that. I don't buy my kids cheap assed shit from Wally World...just a waste of damn money anyway...but still....it's a scary thought.

The senior chief has a new friend and it just cracks me the hell up. They have to call each other every night to see who got through traffic first. Oh lordy. But, when they start talking about work, I give them shit. They were yack, yacking away ...like a couple of damn hens...and they started talking about work...and I asked the senior chief..."Are you on the clock?" No. "Is HE on the clock?" No. "Then y'all better start talking about sports or boobs or something cuz that dude don't pay either one of you enough to be spending your precious litte off time solving HIS company business." And they are like all giggling at the commercial from the local radio station...I've never caught all of it but the end goes something like..."Goin' to the store and buying tampons for my girlfriend so I'll get some brownie points and maybe get something else in another week" ...in this sing-songy voice and y'all that are local know which commercial I'm talking about. Anyway, this gets the senior chief to giggling like a schoolboy with his new buddy...it is so cute.

Because honey, this gal don't call her husband at work and talk about HOME shit on company time, the same respect WILL be afforded me.

But on the same token, NOW he understands why it would be nice to have a good girlfriend to talk about shit with. Yeah, he's like...Oh, I bet you'd like to have a gal friend that understands what it's like living with men..and not just his women. I can't exactly turn on the funny shit with them..they either would get it and that wouldn't be good, or they wouldn't and it wouldn't be any fun. And, I love my men blogger friends, but sigh, it just ain't the same. I already live in a sea of testosterone...LOL!

Oh, and the number one rule to the freaking drive train...DON'T RIDE THE CLUTCH!!!! I could have SWORN I did not do that but I guess I do a little anyway. The senior chief says don't feel like that because you should be able to BUMP into it with your toe and it not move, but mine is going and it doesn't like to be touched AT ALL unless you are actually shifting. Which is forcing me to be extra sensitive to not riding the clutch..which I didn't really do anyway, thank Goodness, but it's a habit that is pretty easy to get into when you just rest your foot near it. Foot all the way on the ground. I do love my car...I hate to think I've been hard on her in any way.

Oh yeah, Sandy, there's some different rules for working for the civilians. It's gonna be a shock for you. I hope your last duty station is someplace cool, too.

Anyhoo, some random Friday thoughts for ya. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

Back To The Daily Routine

Ah, yes, I'm loving it. I love having every single minute of every single day filled, I really do.

My kids messed me UP this summer. My 17 year old took over the daily chores so every time I went to go do something, it was done and then the whole chaos at the beginning of the summer. Whew.

Well, I think I'm the only one I know right now that likes the job I'm doing. In other words, every other person I know hates their job. Doesn't that just suck? Doesn't that tell you something about the state of this country? I don't know, maybe I'm naive, but I was alway under the belief that doing things right was part of being an American. Remember the slogans...Buy American??? I think we should get back to that.

The senior chief and I are going to quit playing. That's part of what I've been working so hard on the last year. Getting all of our shit together so that we can make a move. It's not that I don't like the area, I do. Well, not the immediate area anymore. We looked at moving up north just a little ways but the real family and spiritual call is in Texas. We always knew we'd wind up there. This was just a compromise because when we moved here, my dad was real sick and I needed to be able to get home in a day. We could reach both families from here. Now the time has come and we have a plan. Things are clicking right along. This is a long range plan, but it's all going to happen at once. This little chickie is earning her paycheck, let me tell ya. I can put a dollar figure on what I've brought to this family just by doing paperwork, consolidating things, etc. and that feels pretty damn good.

And, the real reason is the people in general. People are people are people no matter where you are. They show it every day in the media and whatnot. Blog post after blog post has been written about people. I cannot live in rat and I don't see the point in the rat race. It's a big circular wheel that leads nowhere. I've seen so much karma come back to people over the years ...and more recently that really validates everything I stand for. I feel bad for the guy, but we saw it coming...and so many people are just like that...greedy, thinking the world owes them something..so those that aren't milking the welfare system are skimming it off the top of companies, padding expense accounts, you name it, people try and get money for nothing. And to try and survive in that world, to try and be right...is perceived as weakness. Employers tear their employees down to justify not paying them what they were worth instead of realizing that if you build employees up, they will work all that much harder and everybody will make more money. People are way too wrapped up in themselves these days. And, I do not mean any individual that I know. I mean, the people in YOUR lives that are making it that way.

What is the solution? Quit playing, somehow. Be brave, all the people I know that are absolutely miserable have skills enough to start their own businesses and do it their way. Do it. Small business is what this country is all about and it's what's saved us over and over again and it is the wave of the future. Small business.

Think about it.

The Rules???

There are new rules for each age and stage of kids. When they get certain ages, they need different things from you. They outgrow the needing the kiss on the boo-boo.

Sometimes the conflict comes when both parties aren't sure what the new rules are. That's something I always tried to do, establish the new boundaries based upon the new level of relationship. I actually try and do this fairly quickly.

And, so I did with Army boy, too. I let him know that I am not a 'civilian' mom. That's the only thing really helping the senior chief right now. All the kid has to do is get out alive...any of the psychological stuff, we are well qualified to deal with.

Anyhoo, the next conversation we had with him, he was a little sad. They had had a fatality that day. Some guy got himself in a pinch point and got pinched. It was wierd, because I kind of made a joke out of it and I said..son, it's really not funny, but you've got to learn to take the lesson so his life wasn't in vain. He said the guy had been told repeatedly to not be in that spot and he repeatedly just did what he wanted. It was just wierd for me to be having that conversation. I told him..do not be that guy. And you gotta just learn the lesson and keep on trucking hon, I know it sucks.

Do you have any idea how hard that was? It wasn't really...only when I stop to think about it. Which is why, most of the time, I don't. But my days are filled with conversations like that now...so, on those days, I just don't blog. This is supposed to be a happy place.

Nothing like teaching the Darwinian theory long distance..heh.

Change

Man, it feels like my whole life has been a constant state of change. I suppose that's true for a lot of us but my shit seems to happen so freaking fast. I mean, I don't know, can't we slow down this train a little?

I mean, last year this time, I was still a mom of 6 living at home. Now I have 3..and one with a full time job and soon on his way out of the door. It's an adjustment, I tell ya.

And that's just one area of life. There has been job change and death and other stress as well.

Well, crap, when I look at it that way, I'm doing A-Ok, really.

It does take its toll on my creativity and ability to write though. I mean, when you are going through shit, you are just not able to step back and be exactly detached enough to write about it. That comes later...the real perspective. You just plug along doing the best you can. Me, I get focused on problem solving mode..I go into work mode and when there are as many things to take care of as I have to take care of right now, it's hard to relax the brain enough to tap into the chilled side, the planning side...see, even now I can't find the words...

I guess that's the way I operate. There's a time to plan and there's a time to act. I am totally in action mode right now. I wish I felt comfortable enough to get into all the things I've been able to accomplish, but I'm not done yet.

This is the second time in my life that the whole world has just dumped every bit of stress that can be dumped on any two individuals at the same time. The story of Job gives us great comfort, as a matter of fact. And believe it or not, most of it just falls into the shit happens category where there is no real blame..it happens to everybody. We just seem to get ours all at once.

So, I guess if my blogging sucks for awhile, it can't really be any worse than it ever was, eh? Crap, I thought I was safe when I started this deal...and then shit just started happening. It'll keep me in stories for awhile anyway.

Could You Just Imagine?

I had a thought the other day while I was watching the race...could you just imagine the following scenario?

A driver, say Dale Jr. in this case, prepares the perfect car. The engine is perfect, the chassis fits and feels right, it's been all wind tunneled and it's the perfect car. Then loading it up on the hauler and someone forgets to tie it down right and they go to drive away and the damn thing falls off.

Could you just imagine the conversation that would occur between said driver and say, his stepmom???

This didn't really happen, but could you imagine if it did???

Yeah, I know, I'm not right sometimes.

I Ain't Nothing BUT a Liar, Apparently

Haha! I didn't go to bed early last night either, like I said I was. But I am NOT nursing a hangover today. Whew, that was WICKED...I haven't had a hangover like that in a long time. Must've been the heat.

I found some lemons at the store that were so good, it took 4 glasses of water with some lemon squeezed in before I even felt halfway decent. I finally got over it around 6 last night.

The senior chief had to work late again and he's frustrated with his job, as usual. When you work it out and you figure out that you are actually paying to have to work somewhere, there's a problem. And it's not like this guy isn't like all the rest...

So, he was all wound up and needed to vent it out..and make a plan of sorts. Then Army boy called and his phone gets no reception so we spent an hour trying to talk to him...and then one of the times the call was dropped, he had to leave for an errand..hehe...and it was late at night before he got to call us back and bless his little heart, he did and he had to be back up and ready to go like 5 hours from when he called us.

Pretty soon, my days are going to start REALLY early. The 19 year old got a job and he's already been promoted and got a dollar an hour raise..BUT that means he has to work nights until 4am. As I am his ride, guess who gets to get up early and go fetch him. You got it. Let me tell y'all what and THIS ain't no lie....I'm going to be taking naps in the afternoon and GOD HELP the person that disturbs them.

Oh and...no James, I didn't put my bra on backwards and it fit. Hoo..that cracked me up...it REALLY cracked the senior chief up. If you must know, I'm fat and my damn clothes don't fit....my f-ing underwear is too tight.

So. There.

I Lied.

Ha! Ha! I didn't spend all day sitting at the computer whining about how much I missed my kids.

Instead, I nursed a HELL of a hangover all damn day. Man, the red wine BIT me or something. I do not know what happened...one minute I was chilling and then the senior chief called and said he had to work late, so I called a buddy of mine and we chatted for awhile and the whole time I was drinking wine. Then my army boy called to tell me he's leaving Friday for more intensive training and I have just been holding all those worries right in. Doesn't do much good to think about what he's doing right now. He's going to be in the motor pool and be driving the armored personnel carriers. Lovely. He swears they have armor. Then the little chit tried to give me some civilian assed answer to a question I had. I told him...Kid, I am not a fucking civilian. Just because I'm your momma don't mean shit...tell the truth as much as you are allowed to...don't give me the momma line, though. He said yes ma'am and started talking...

I got up at 5, got them off to work and school and went right the hell back to bed. Then, I got up, ordered lunch and sat on the couch the rest of the day.

Me and Jake watched the replay of the debut race at Montreal..which was just as good the second time around. You can count on Robby Gordon to keep things interesting, that's for sure. I have never seen an individual screw himself out of so many wins just because he's an asshole...but still, he is exciting to watch drive those road courses.

Did a ream of paperwork..but thankful because I only had to do it three times over this year...each year it's less and less. I sure remember having to fill out FIVE of those damn paperwork packets in my time, so three is a definite improvement.

I'm going to bed early tonight!

Open House

Tomorrow is the first day of school! Woo Hoo!!!! I love my kids..but man, this has been a very long summer.

I tried doing things a little different this summer...I will NEVER make that mistake again. I thought I'd try staying up late with them and getting on their schedule, kind of. Big mistake. I have to have a couple of hours to get some basic things done and my wits about me before they get up and keeping those kinds of hours, it just wasn't happening. I'm an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal and anything else really impinges on my ability to be efficient.

Tomorrow, though, I'm going to be sitting here at my computer whining and crying because they're not here anymore...LOL...such is the life of a mom.

Mostly, though, I'll be glad to get back to my normal schedule.

Disillusioned

The evidence is insurmountable. The world is populated by idiots. I swear.

I know, my last post was rather ugly on several levels and I apologize for that.

Bridges falling, that's just some stuff that we did to ourselves and it really, honestly disgusts me. Everyone in the whole entire world seems to think that they are "owed" something. I don't get that, I really don't.

If you've ever been involved with any kind of contracting business, or service busines, then you know as well as I do how that bridge fell down and it's sad. It's truly sad.

And the Russians...how disheartening. I'm guessing they found something pretty valuable and they are out to claim it, whether it be gold or other natural resources.

Just another shot in the world war that we are fighting. Yeah, it's a bit depressing because why are we fighting it??? So, the underprivileged can continue to draw their welfare checks and BITCH about what they aren't getting??? So, that people can continue to do things half-assed and make profit from it.

The problem isn't in the government...it is within the very people. It is a problem, as I see it caused by greedy corporations.

Remember the days of the gold watch and being rewarded for loyalty to a company, where age and experience were rewarded??? Those days are long gone, now aren't they???

I see the people who are bitching about the immigration problem hiring illegal immigrants to pave the roads, build the houses and dare I say it, probably build the bridges too. I see a whole lot of talk and not a lot of action on the part of your average person. You can't bitch about the immigration problem and be a part of the problem and hire them to do your work. Then you are part of the problem, too, and shouldn't bitch, really.

I guess I'm sick and tired of all the fucking bitching that goes on. People need to learn to be grateful for what you've got. Quit being a fucking victim. Be a part of the solution, quit being a part of the problem.

The Whole World SUCKS!!!!!

Face it...we ALL suck! I shouldn't watch the news, really, it just pisses me off soooo badly.

How did that bridge fall in Minnesota???Because people are bastard coated bastards with bastard filling who in general don't give a rat's ass about what they are doing or who it impacts. It's not the governor's fault, or Osama's or anybody's but every single person who was involved with the design, construction, and maintenance of that bridge. Not just one person dropped the ball...or the bridge in this case, but probably every single person who was involved with it. Perhaps there was one person or two that said the bridge was unsafe, and perhaps they figured out it would be too expensive to fix it and tried to patch it...just put a patch on it, that is the average way of doing business these days, unfortunately. It always costs too much to fix it right.

I don't even know what the problem is...some of it is that the average worker is underpaid for their skills, and undervalued. There is no such thing as job security anymore or loyalty to a company. It is the corporate factor. How many people do you know who have been laid off after 17 years just so the company won't have to pay retirement or whatever. It's a big problem in this country.

And, I surely do not want to hear that the money we are spending in Iraq..blah, blah, blah...it's different money and those people deserve to be liberated and have a chance to do shit half assed or however the hell they want to do things as long as they aren't trying to mess with us. Is that such a simple fucking concept to embrace? Geez, you know, I'd like to think that your average citizen is as conscientious as our troops, but the fact of the matter is, I wonder why the hell they would want to do this job for a bunch of fucking people that are just going to bitch no matter what. The same people saying that there should be food for all...and all that jazz. Yeah, how bout that for some hypocrisy, eh? Food for all...oh, unless you were born in another country, you, you can starve. Bullshit.

Whatever.

Oh, and fuck the Russians and their damn flag. They can kiss my redneck ass.