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I hate… tomatoes

Since today is Monday I think it is only fair that I review 10 things I generally hate. Some will be mildly offensive (which is a huge jump for me) and others will be funny but yet a window into my soul…

1. The sound/feeling of cotton cutting. If you think this is nuts then you have no clue what I am talking about. It hurts my teeth. I get the same sensation when yarn is being tied. Since I am not a seamstress I don’t have that happen much, nor am I crafty. I can’t explain it other than I avoid it like I avoid AIDS.

2. Hangovers!! I know everyone hates them but I actually hate them not because of the pain and the constant banging. I don’t hate them because I lose a day to nothingness, and usually this is a day I wanted to be productive. I don’t hate them because it make me fight with my best friend, beer. I hate them because it shows my age. I remember not so long ago when I use to laugh at those who had this foreign sickness. Now, I am that person! It is like with every month I age my hangovers last an extra hour. Before you know it a few drinks with the girls will end up being three days of sickness!

3. Entitlement. I think everyone should earn their own way. If you can’t because of a handicap then fine, your community can help you but if you are not working because you can’t find your dream hours/pay/JOB then GROW THE FUCK UP! It is called being a productive member of society. My opinion is if you want money from the government or as I like to call it “my hard earned money”  then you should be required to take a job working for the man themselves. There are plenty of employment opportunities in the military. What about working for the community food bank, ASPCA or cleaning the parks?? How about working cleaning the local jail, police cars, fire trucks or park bathrooms??? I once ran my own department and I can’t tell you how many people wouldn’t even come in for an interview because they were making more on unemployment… BLAH.

4. Chapstick/ grease stains. I mean seriously who knows how to get that crap out?? I know how to do it if I happen to notice it before I wash and dry it! It just appears out of nowhere! You know we have pretty awesome science but we can’t make a chapstick tube water proof or heat proof!! I know I am not alone on this crap. Lets not even start on how to keep your shirt sleeves clean while cooking….  unless you want to cook like my mom, dry and dull

5. Cell phones. I mean seriously 10 years ago I was functioning fine without a calendar, text messages, facebook and candy crush in my pocket and now I can’t even poop alone! Its not like I am a cell phone addict either I am pretty normal with mine. I am not always on it, I maybe get 1 call a day and 50 texts. I rarely use it as a phone but now for audible books and reading I use it 29/7. I guess that would be expected for someone who started using a purse so I could always have a book on me. Sometimes it scares me how we are all attached to technology. I keep saying I am going to turn off for one day a weekend and I think as I write this and I think of how my phone is nagging me to check it for a text message I didn’t get I really do need to stop this one sided relationship.

6. 24 hour news. As anyone (not like anyone really reads this, I appreciate the one person who keeps reading it) who knows me or has read back I am pretty conservative. All because of fiscal reasons. I don’t give a rats ass who anyone weds and I am extremely pro conservation I just have an issue with anyone telling me the best way to live my life of I have to support people who are unwilling to work. If you told me all my money was going to animal shelters I was be all like “Here take 50% of my pay”. Also, you should probably know I am not a HUGE fan of people. I love my furry friends. Anyways! I think one of the downfalls of American moral is 24 hour news. Let not mention how we have NO non biased news source. I want to scream at my mother because she spends all day watching the news and she is so segregated to the real world and what is going on.  She legitimately thinks this world is ending soon! I just think if you watch too much you start to lose the ability to form your own opinions. She use to read the paper, I wish her and this country would get back to that. All this technology and yet we still let other people think for us. Shame!

7.  Tomatoes! Why is that fruit on EVERYTHING!! Man you can’t even get a salad anymore without them!! They are so gross in their rare form. YUCK… They are slimy and they make you smell if you touch them. The cherry one burrow to the bottom of your salad so you can’t find it till you stabbed it and now you have tomato gew all over your salad. OH and you better read the whole description of your sandwich to know for certain that the slimy prick wont be on it… STOP IT WITH THE TOMATOES

8. Fucking drivers… Ok where I live it is winter and I am convinced that no one lived her last year or the previous 15000 years to know that snow is slick and moist. No one here can drive. If the road is clear then you can drive the speed limit and contrary to belief if it is covered and icy you can NOT drive 20 over. Nope, even if you have a monster truck with 4 wheel drve. What about if it is overcast and dark midday… naw you don’t need your headlights on… It’s cool I really wanted to sideswipe your ass! I mean seriously they let us drive at 16 years old in the country you would think that means we SHOULD have the ability to dive correctly. I am not saying I am a great driver, I am female. At least I am not an idiot!

9. 2 day weekends. It is like a cruel trick. Like here have some time off… No, I take that back come back to work. People hate Mondays because they come too quickly. I really think we all need all Wednesdays off. No more work on hump day!

10. Katy Perry. I am sure she is a swell human being but I really can’t stand her music. No matter what song that woman comes out with I cannot get the catchy non riffs out of my head! I have lost many of days to humming her crappy subpar music. I know this one is  not very kind but seriously I just wish she would have been a one hit wonder hell at this point I just want her to take a few months off. Can she just not put a song out for 6 months?? Maybe even put one out that isn’t on constantly.

Happy Monday all… time for Tuesday


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Why bitch?

As I try to keep bettering myself I am left wondering why so many people bitch about what’s wrong and never try to change?  I am just so sick of hearing what wrong and never hear people say how they are going to fix it and the steps they are going to take to do so!

Time for a true story. A couple of weeks ago I was at Name that Tune (don’t judge me I am lame and I like it that way!) and a person in our party (I wouldn’t even call him a friend if I was drunk) was complaining about his health. Well, he has Crohn’s and he had part of his bowls resected a few months ago. I told him I know someone who can help and gave him his card. Me and this chap (lets call him StupidO) have had many conversation about how he need to change his diet and he is either the DUMBEST person on earth or need to sue his doctor because he said no one has ever talked to him about his diet BUT he was given a diet to follow. I know is that hard to follow because I was in the conversation and wanted to hang myself just to get out of it. Well, anyways I gave him a number of someone who can help him. Yesterday he was bragging on Social Media he just ate 24 boneless wings! WTF never talk to me again on how you are always feeling ill!

My wonderful other-half does it on his weight all the time, shut up and do something.

I really want people to start taking ownership and fixing what is broken. Let me tell you it isn’t easy but at the end of the day you feel much better bettering yourself rather than bitching about what you have problems with. I think I am going to institute a new rule, I am only going to acknowledge you when you are complaining about something you are working on. Like when MM (name I am giving my otherhalf) bitches about his weight I will only engage him if he is actually doing something about it and I don’t think sneaking up at midnight for a peanut butter sandwich counts as productively working toward weight loss. I am serious, he did that last night. Or maybe I will just start being cruel like if StupidO (who is currently bumping uglys with my friend) starts whining about his health I will kindly just start writing his obituary on a napkin… OH and look then I am working on myself to, writing more!

I am really not a people person!

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Just human….

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.
Winston Churchill 

I am human. Just like everyone else I make mistakes. I am not under the assumption that I am perfect nor do I believe that anyone is or should be. Imperfection is part of being alive. Mistakes are what teach us our greatest lessons. I have learned great things in my life because of the mistakes I have made. I learned a long time ago that an apology doesn’t automatically mean forgiveness and to apologize expecting forgiveness is just an empty apology with an ulterior motive. Just as every other human on the face of this earth I have complex emotions which are my right as a human being. It’s what distinguishes me from the rest of the mammals, other wise I am just a bottle nose dolphin with out the breath holding capabilities.

After the debacle of accidentally publishing something I took a few days to take a long hard look at who I really am. How do I really treat my friends? Would I accept someone like me in my life?

I have many flaws to which I am not blind. I have a hell of a temper. I spend a lot of my time just keeping my mouth shut, which is usually for the better. Better to think before you speak than regret what is said. I don’t know when sarcasm is acceptable and when to just be polite. I have a disturbing sense of humor. I have had to make hard moral choices and not always was the best choice made.  I have opened my mouth when it should have stayed shut and vise versa but at the end of the day can I stand to look myself in the mirror?

Yes, I can. My friends, those who stand by me and are honestly and openly there with no ill words or judgments, know that my doors are always open. I will bend over backwards for them. I will pick them up at the drop of a dime. Listen to them when they are in the worst state of being. I will confront a person on their behalf and defend them while their back is turned. I will treat their children as my own. I will give them my opinion when it is asked of me and support them in all endeavors.  The guys I have dated? 90% of them hold me in high respect and still consider me a friend. They can talk to me openly and honestly about everything in their life without me bringing our past into it. When it comes to my work ethic? I am always going over and above. I don’t take pens or paper, even those handy notebooks. I am there on time and leave when I am scheduled to, not a minute sooner. I usually take work home with me or go in when I am suppose to be off. My bills are paid on time. I am debit free. I buy my rounds when the time comes. All and all I am not afraid of what St. Peter will say when I arrive at the pearly gates. Yes, like most of us there will be a folder involved with some questionable actions. I have done something’s in spite. I have let anger get the best of me at times but nothing to condemn me to hell.

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I have always wondered what it was like to be a cool kid. What it was to be the pretty one. How it felt to have the boys want to jump me. How great it would be to run around in my bikini!


After years of watching the “cool, pretty” people the one thing I can say is at least I know who I am.  At least my friend will stand by me and not just follow me around like drones.  I never have to question do I look fat? Even if I did no one would care because I just blend in. I never have to wonder if my makeup is on right, because on the freak chance I am wearing makeup no one can tell I am wearing it. I never have to wonder how hot I look because I never look hot. I blend!

At first that sounds horrific! Who wants to blend in with everyone else? Look at it this way…

When the pretty girl trips in a bar everyone notices. I trip only my friends notice.When I don’t feel like getting ready no one cares, no one has a preconceived notion on how I should appear in public. I get to be an ass to whom ever I deem fit to be an ass hole to. Pretty people feel they have to be liked. I know I can be a huge bitch. I don’t have to impress my friends with guys whose status is not only that of a pedigree but also drop dead gorgeous. It is perfectly acceptable for me to bring around a man from the military or a boy who works on the farm, a man who works hard labor or a business man.  They can even be an ass and it is no big surprise.  Really, socially it is far better to be the one who blends then the one trying to be better than everyone else.

I plan on letting the pretty stay pretty and I will just make them laugh and everyone else around me. I will continue to be the bad ass that just looks like everyone else.  For the bikini… maybe next year!

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Why he wears a cowboy hat

He has four wheel drive not because it looks cute with his life style but because it is his lifestyle. He uses it to get through the weather when you can’t possible go to work. He needs it to haul his work load. He uses it to haul his fun time away from work. It is his pleasure to aid you in your weekend yard work or haul your play toys when he can but his four wheel drive works as hard he does all week long but he thanks you for noticing how well maintained it is. After all he will own this ‘vehicle’ until your unborn child graduates from high school.

He wears a cowboy hat to guard his neck and face from the sun. Twelve hours outside in the sun is an awful long time and leather only looks good on belts and shoes. He needs his skin for more than cosmetic reasons. He needs his health to maintain his family and house hold so he protects his skin when he can with that cowboy hat you use for show.

Those flannel shirts that keep going in and out of style he wears to protect him self from the elements. He is glad they look stellar on your hard worked bod but he needs them when bailing hay and shoveling shit. Field work shoots a lot at you and it is nice to have a shirt on your back light enough to wear without restraint but tough enough to take what is thrown at it. It keeps him warm on a breezy night or overcastted morning while you lay asleep. He never cares about the color only that it does its job as he does his.

His shirts are ripped because of the manual labor he works at daily. He never would rip a shirt to show the type of man he is. He doesn’t waste but are glad you can. His rips because they are old and worked hard. He wears what is comfortable not what is cool though he is glad you look to what he has help build for what is trendy now. Hard work is noble but then again he has known that since he was young. When sleeves come off it is because they restrain him not because his biceps look better without them. Looking at you he is glad you can afford the 20 dollar tee shirt to just dismantle it.

Those jeans you wear as dress pants he is glad he has his own pair. The nice ones without holes he wears out. To buy a pair with holes is out of the questions. He knows how the holes get in his jeans. Holes are a product of hard work. They are nothing to brag about but something all men should have. His jeans are faded from the sun and the pockets are ripped because a towel usually hangs in the back to keep the sweat from his eyes. Unlike you his wallet stays in his truck because there is no vending machine at his job. Everyday is jeans day because any other fabric is unsafe. Shorts and flip flops are only an accident waiting to happen from a city friend coming to visit never a clothing option.

His classic outfit is finished with those horrible boots; those boots that end up saving him every day. Doesn’t matter the maker all that matters is are they steel toed and are they warm in the winter. He is on his feet 12 hours a day and comes across things that most would never dream of. They are worn till he is forced to buy a new pair. They become comfortable and well worn like an old pair of running shoes. He probably can out run you in his boots. They are his best wing man when push comes to shove. He has worked well with them and they saved him much pain in the year(s) they spend together.

At the end of the day he can throw down with the best of them. His days are long and weekends longer. His idea of fun is not what you feel is fun. Sitting back with a cold one is all he needs. He chooses to hang out with his friends and that is quite enough. Ideally him and his friends will just sit around a fire or small bar and laugh. Sometime he heads out toward the rest of civilization where he has little place. He sees the world differently and can not understand why there is so much hype about so little to do. Why a beer costs so much or why a person has no idea who they really are. He knows who he is and what he does. He knows what he likes and what he doesn’t and more importantly he knows he still has things to do tomorrow, hangover or not. Really, his kind is why there are tailgates and why they are so comfortable.

After the long night out and the longer week of working he has his family. He remembers why there is family. If he is a world away from his family he misses them more than words can say. He watches his nieces and nephews grow, even if from a distances. He loves his siblings, no matter how much they still bicker. If he is married he wakes up to his wife and children, no matter how bad he wants to sleep just 15 minutes longer. He hasn’t seen them much all week and weekend is family time. The work he does all week long doesn’t define him but the time he puts in during his off time with his family and friends defines him as the man he truly is.

He is the man who is or was fighting for your right to speak your mind. He fights/fought for you to tell the world that he deserves to die because he picked his battalion over one civilian armed with a gun to HIS face. He fights/fought for your right to vote for whom ever YOU feel is the best man/woman for the job. He fights/fought for your right to your freedoms. He fight/fought for your right to voice your opinion on health care when he is still battling with PTSD or any other injury and can’t see someone at the VA because you don’t care enough about his rights or his entitlements that he truly fought for. He is the man who stands up for this country not because he should but because he wants to. This is his country and all he wants is his fair shake at life and he will fight for it as much on home soil as he would over seas.

Tonight I was out with friends and witnessed what the crowd turned into after the Kenny Chesney concert and I have to say I was shocked. Ten years ago I wore my boots to a bar with a baseball cap and was mocked relentlessly. I came from a long day in the sun but no one cared because I was not what was cool. Country has become the new trend. I can not express my happiness that people listen to songs about hard work, heartbreak and beer but I don’t like the fact that they now are ‘mocking’ the lifestyle. I know that I sound pretentious. I feel like I am one of those indie kids who shake their heads and say “They will never get the music”. I don’t give a damn if they ‘get’ the music. Give the good ole boys money. I am in. I will say; the good ole boys I know (even the most chauvinistic ones) would have had something to say about how these boys acted. They were grabbing women and being belligerent. It was disturbing on all levels. On top of which they all claimed to be ‘country’. Excuse me buddy you are in suburbia you are about as country as that Chihuahua’s shit is lying over on the tree lawn. Just for your information a country boy thinks the concept of a tree lawn is bull.

Those men from the country are real men where most will be boys at best. In ten years you will look back on this ‘fad’ you bought into and laugh at what you once thought was cool. I will still be proud to be country. I will be country after it was cool!

I am proud of the men who work hard in the fields of this great country. More than that I am proud of my friends and anyone who fight for the flag and the constitution it represents. Please stop mocking them because they are not a mere fad but they are the fabric in which this country was built.

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Ability to take a joke?

I love how facebook has now turned into the new chat room. Where online bullying and political correctness has over shadowed what it was created and intended for. “Giving people the power to share and make the world more open and connected.” No where in that does it say for you to be judged or connected to ass holes that have no relevance to me or my life. I am now on the train to offend and speak freely and if you do not like what I am talking about, to, or what I post pound salt. I am fed up with social media but I am a fan of having access to my actual fans and a means to catch up with them on a regular basis. I am with my friend Dan on snappy retorts. I am not a politically correct person nor will I submit to that trend… here is what my beef is…

Realized Helen Keller was the perfect woman.

Girl who clearly can’t take a joke:

Of course from a man’s perspective something, as ignorant of a Helen Keller joke would sound appealing to someone with little education on the opposite sex. However, contrary to popular belief, most men would prefer a partner that is able t…o communicate clearly, can see the bigger picture, and be a teammate/teamplayer. Unfortunately, as a limited perspective as some have,… I believe the perfect woman is perfectly imperfect, loves unconditionally, and forgives but doesn’t forget. A good man, will see all the flaws and imperfections and love and cherish her anyways because he knows, she is perfectly imperfect!

Girl who clearly can’t take a joke:

By the way, the recipe for successful living is, love from the very bottom of their heart, give more than you take, and forgive always.


Actually, Helen Keller is equally funny on both sides. Yes, from a guys side or anyone who is looking for PC world and finds JOKES offensive would only see it as a slam on women since men wouldn’t have to hear her (since she couldn’t speak)…. Looking at it from the other side you can see that she would not have to see them, hear them or talk to them. Looking at it from a ‘educated woman’s’ stand point you would see all that she was the first person to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree whom was blind and deaf. She was an accomplished writer and political activist as well. I do not personally follow her political beliefs but to be a woman activist in her time proves she was not just the woman who tactile signing was invented for but a role model for anyone who supports civil rights. Like all good jokes there are many facets to this one.

Dear Twat:

I am so sorry that you lack a sense of humor. I guess all that judging has forced you to give up on some of the benefits of being alive, like laughing. I am also sorry that the rock you live under has shifted and has released you on this world. You say what the key to happiness is but you leave out that there are boy bands older than you and that in your short, desperate life you have managed to join the Air Force (noble but you deny and avoid all conversations on it which only means you are nothing more than a peon or non excepting of the fact that you joined and have not learned anything from it) and that you have been married and divorced. Clearly your strive for imperfection is merely due to the fact that your own husband didn’t want to deal with you. You have made excuses for the failed marriage and not once took any blame for your self. Also showing how immature you are. Getting married young is not a flaw but leaving them and stock piling money on the side to move three blocks away is just cowardly.

You are the type of despicable girl who talks down to people and never has a leg to stand on. You have few friends and the few I have come across are not even friends they are what you call an annoyance. The people who watch you turn around just to stab you in the back. It must be nice to walk around in blinders and only see what you choose to see. The world is not that serious and some people enjoy a joke, like the person I was talking to before you put your worthless two cents in. I hope happiness finds you a deaf, blind guy who doesn’t have to hear your insentient bitching. Hope the next 25 years teaches you more than the past 24 have.

With warmest regards,

Someone who has learned about life a little and can laugh!

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>It must be a girl thing

>I never thought I was one of them but as it turns out I am. I hate being wrong!! I said it. I Mous am always right and on the freak case I am not right I will beat myself up about it!

This does not apply to everyday things. Try to follow me on this. When it comes to facts, sports, work, I have no problem being wrong. When it comes to people I am usually dead on but on the freak and I mean FREAK chance I am wrong and pass the wrong judgment down on someone I feel absolutely horrid.

I loathe people who find it OK to judge people but we all do it. It is human nature to pass a first impression. Most of us stick to them. I know I usually do. USUALLY I am right. At least I am a big enough person to know that some of us are deeper than we let others on to. Look at me. If most of my friends knew I was a blogger it would be over for me. It is just not who I am or at least what I let people see. I let people see the girl who is one of the boys. The girl who is cold and hard. None of this is true to who I am.

Quote of the day: Judge a man by his question rather than his answers – Voltaire

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