~Quote of the Day~


"NOM teh hand that fees you."

~icanhascheezburger.com

Friday, December 21, 2007

Merry Whatever.

The Story: It's THAT time of year.

My 2 Cents: I don't care what you believe or whether we agree or not. If you are happy in your beliefs...or lack thereof, good for you!

Don't try to force them onto me.

I have plenty to do. I'm a mother, significant other, Soldier, part-time herbalist, book-addict, tea-addict, daughter, sister, friend, and a whole lot of other things. I don't have time for proselytizing, pushy fundamentalists of any background.

Don't these folks have other things to do as well? I can't help but wonder if the children of these people feel as if they are a bit neglected. As if they aren't as important as the strangers their parent pushes their beliefs onto. I mean, seriously, some of these people really put a lot of time into telling others how wrong they are!

Let's take a few examples from the media:

--The Westboro Baptist Church (WBC). Known for the "God Hates Fags" movement.

--Protesters at military funerals.

--Cindy Sheehan.

--Al Sharpton and all like him.

--The ACLU and every frivolous lawsuit it brings that wastes our time and tax dollars.

So, to all of the above-named fools and those like them....Merry Whatever. I hope and pray that someday you'll get your priorities straight. Spend some time with your families...you never know what tomorrow will bring.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

It's PARTY TIME! ...*Ugh*

The Story: Today is the day of our instillation's annual Christmas Party.

My 2 Cents: When I say "our," I mean "those people I work for." I really don't include myself in that description. I am NOT a part of this. I don't "do" Chirstmakkahwanzza for anyone other than my kids.

Call me a Grinch. I don't care. The holidays are an overblown, overpriced, over commercialized mess that I would simply skip, if it weren't for the kids.

And, even with the kids, I try not to over-do it.

Back to the party.

Yes, today is the day. It's the ISTS Christmas Party and Reindeer Games.

What does this mean? It means that we all pretty much spend the entire day being lazy (AND we get to wear civilian clothes to the office, which is the best part of the entire day!), eating, and generally making fools of ourselves while we make fun of other Soldier's lack of style (and lack of grace, during the Reindeer Games).

Come on, tight jeans, a beer belly, and tennis shoes?

Or, for the females, mom-jeans, a turtle-neck and VEST, and tennis shoes?! YIKES!

I'll update later, as the day becomes more interesting.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Useless Information About My Day

The Story: Today's post really isn't going to follow the outlined format. Because I feel like rambling.

My 2 Cents: But, since I've such a need for continuity, I *have* to at least attempt.

So, anyway, after being stuck in the house all day Monday and Tuesday (thankyouverymuch ice storms), I returned to work on Weds. I found a LOAD of emails waiting for me upon my return to The Cubicle of Death. Over 100 emails, to be exact.

Thanks a lot, email.

Some of these so huge that I had no choice but to clean out the inbox before I could send out any replies. My server blocks my sending emails when my inbox is stuffed. It took most of the morning. I usually love going through my emails...but this was just too much.

Then I turned to the pilesandpilesandpiles of crap I've been avoiding for the last few days. Okay...a week. I'll admit it.

Yeah, I was procrastinating.

I do that sometimes. I blame the Internet. And my own inattention. Okay...really, it's my inattention. But the Internet *really* doesn't help at all.

Anyhow....I got through ALL of the stuff on my desk. Shockingly, before the end of the work-day. ALL! of. it!

It felt pretty good.

So...on to today. I didn't really have a whole lot planned for today. It was a weirdly weird feeling, being so very caught up on everything.

So I looked around for something to do...help out a co-worker...

And found myself *stuck* with a HUGE, steaming pile of *CRAP*....also known as data-entry.

Ugh. I think I just puked in my mouth a little there.

I was only supposed to be doing PART of the mass of nastiness...but then my co-worker (whose job this was in the first place) got a call from her son's school...and she had to leave.

Oh, Fate. You are cruel.

I *HATE* data-entry. And not just a little bit.

You see, I'm a problem-solver. I like to help people. And even though I might not be a people-person all the time, I'm not too bad at it.

Data-entry is not conducive to my problem-solving, sometimes-a-people-person, personality. Not at all. I didn't sign up for this.

I had a headache at the end of the day. And I still have about 25 pages left to do in the morning. UGH. If I had to do data-entry all the time, I'd demand a raise.

But I wouldn't. I'd find another job first.

And now you've made it, if you are a die-hard reader, to the end of my rambling. Sorry, there's no punchline down here. Nothing funny happened today, unless you count the sabotage of my nothing-filled day by a large stack of disgustingly dull paperwork. And that is only funny if there is something seriously wrong with you.

Comment if you wanna. Considering the lack of comments for the last few posts, I won't hold my breath. I consider it unsweetened icing on the top of my crappy day.

*Sigh*

Friday, December 7, 2007

Keep An Eye Out for This Kid in a Few Years!

The Story: 15-year-old kid tortures his pet hamster to death. He apparently put it into the freezer, the drier and the washer. The animal finally died when it drowned in the washer.

My 2 Cents: This won't be the last time we'll see this kid's name in the papers. He'll be making news when he kills his GF/fiance/wife/whatever in 10 years. He was probably a bed-wetter and fire-starter in his early childhood.

Poor little sick-o. Hopefully the law will force him to get some therapy...but I don't think that will stop it completely.

And yes, to all of you people who are thinking "it's just a fricking HAMSTER," I know this...but next year it might just be a cat, dog, small child...... *Yikes!*

People just get scarier and scarier. And I don't even like rodents.

One Kid: Cheap! Located in Iowa. You Pick Up.

The Story: 32 year old Iowa mother attempts to settle the $200 debt on her wedding dress by offering the retailer her 4 year old son in payment. Needless to say, she no longer has custody of her children.

My 2 Cents: Wow. As a mother of two children myself, this kind of behavior is unfathomable. I seriously don't understand people who desert their children. To me, this is like cutting off my own arm. It doesn't make any sense at all. There should be a test required to have children. You don't have to be a genius, but it would be required to have some damned common sense. And sanity. Sanity is definitely a requirement.

Obviously...

This bey-otch is craaayy-zayy! (You don't know this, but when I was writing that part it had a sound track. "Craayy-zayy...She's Cray-zay for bein' sooo stu-piiiiiiid!")

Right. Anyway. *Ahem!*

Apparently this mother wants to start her new life (with her fiance...if he hasn't run for the hills by now) so badly that she'll do anything to wipe away her past...including sell her child. I'm not sure yet of how how she was planning on ditching the 10-year-old, but 10-year-olds are probably worth more than a $200 dress, so I suppose he would cover the caterer. Let's see....10 years old? That should cover the keg of Bud, the cake and a few platters of bacon-wrapped weenies!!! YES!!!

The weirdest thing about this story is, with DHS taking custody of her children, she actually got exactly what she wanted. Her kids are gone. And now that she isn't supporting them, she might be able to afford to pay that dress bill! Woooo! Dream wedding, here she comes!

Of course, what she should have gotten was a prison sentence. After the severe ass whooping.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Hey, Congress? Do Your Job!

The Story: President Bush gives a speech to Congress in which he states "Now is not the time to burden our economy with wasteful Washington spending."

Congress has put itself on a holiday vacation by continually putting itself in recess while the December agenda is bogged down by spending bills and other legislation.

Bush wants Congress to get to work. Especially on his $200 bil war-spending bill.

Dems say that they will not vote for any such bill without some kind of an exit-strategy attached to it.

My 2 Cents: For once, they are both right...but not on all counts.

On Bush: He's right that Congress needs to get their butts back to work. They are wasting taxpayer monies. It isn't as if they work all year long. They can take vacation during their normal vacation times. He's way off on expecting an open ended spending bill. This is why government has checks and balances.

On Congress: The Dems are right about Bush's war-spending bill. Why should taxpayers continue to fund a "war" without benchmarks for success or any sort of plan at all? He says we're winning and that the troop surge is working...but just who and what determines that? More troops are being killed and injured every month...is this a measure for success? Islamo-fascists are causing more and more problems all over the world. Is US presence in Iraq and Afghanistan helping to stop this?

The "War on Terror" isn't a war that can be won by fighting insurgents in Iraq. Terrorists are everywhere. The US can't be everywhere at once. How about we quit trying fight nice and get this war over with?

There is no such thing as a "nice war," people. Let's get the press and civilians out of these hot-beds of islamo-idiocy and let our military do its job.

*Sigh*