Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Au revoir whackjobs, see you in 4.....
Ok, Mrs. R you asked for it.....
I've been gone awhile. I'll post about all the ongoings of my absence another day, but no better topic to bring me out of hiding than Election Day.
Yup, I voted. I'm proud to say I submitted Spongebob Squarepants as a write in candidate for President of the United States. Ok, not really. But don't ask me who I voted for, one because it doesn't matter now that everything is over and two, I won't tell you anyway. I say this because I've never really been one for political discussion, but to be honest I get sick of eye rolls or lectures when I do disclose my differing voting preferences.
It kinda all started 8 years ago. I wouldn't say I was an avid supporter of W, but I wasn't ashamed to say I was voting for him. Being in the TV/Film program at the time I took a ton of criticism from my primarily liberal counterparts. In 2004 I opted not to vote because I was over W, but wasn't crazy about Kerry and didn't want to vote for what I though was the lesser of two evils. Though I do regret not voting because it really is important to vote and wish I had not have taken my right for granted. But this election I was pretty undecided. I've usually leaned right most of my life, but I don't like to vote for the whoever is the Republican candidate just because I am. And actually, if my lazy ass had gotten around to it, I'd be re-registered as American Independent right now, but my procrastinating ways have once again gotten the best of me. But anyway, this election was really difficult for me. I really struggled with my decision, but for me the bright side was (I thought) that when people asked me who I was voting for and I said "undecided" that I would be left alone. Wasn't the case. I went in for an appointment a couple of weeks ago and my opthalmologist (yes, I have one and will get into that another post)asked me who I was voting for, and he went off. "What do you mean you're undecided?" I told him that I remain largely conservative on many issues, but can't help but see what the other side has to offer." He didn't like that answer. I also said that I was having trouble deciding about Sarah Palin's ability to run our country in the event she needs to step up. Really didn't like that. So I sat through a 5 minute lecture about how Obama will ruin our country then picked up my eyeball steroids and was on my way. Work wasn't any better. In one of our staff meetings someone asked, "Everyone here is for McCain, right?" and one girl made the mistake of saying she wanted Obama. Bad move on her part. Turned into a political debate which I would have preferred not to have had to witness. I told the girl afterwards not to let the rest of the office get her down and she had the right to vote for whoever the F she wanted.
I get that people are passionate and this was certainly a very historic election, not to mention highly controversial in California. But I absolutely hate it when people push their political views on me and make me feel dumb if my voting opinions differ from theirs. I thought I was given a free pass for being undecided this season, but I was wrong and God forbid I actually consider both candidates! So I'm not going to broadcast who and what I voted for, nor chastise anyone for voting opposite of me. I'll tell ya what I will spew my opinion on though.....election season nutjobs. In my opinion elections bring out the worst in some and the following people to me are the real whackjobs in America.
Let's start with the sign stealers. Who are these turds? If you don't like someone's sign, then put an opposing sign in your yard. Hell, put ten signs, I don't care. But don't steal someone elses! That's theft you ahole. My co-worker told me one guy got so sick of his sign being stolen that he wired it to give a shock to anyone who touched it. Now, with all the stories and rumors out there I'm not sure if it was true or not, but if it was power to him. Serves ya right ya little creeps.
Then I hear there was a lady who would withhold Halloween candy from trick or treaters whose familes supported Obama. WTF? Sure, it's your right to give candy to whoever you want, but imagine the look on those kids' faces when they were denied candy. They don't even have the right to vote yet and they are being discriminated against for what their families believe. Shame on you lady.
How about that chick who faked an attack by an Obama supporter? I saw a picture of this dumbshit with the letter "B" branded on her forehead. Who the hell does that? Its crap like that that helps ruin the credibility of your party, didya ever think of that you stupid bitch?
But finally, the biggest dipshit of all.....the hanging Sarah Palin guy. Don't give me that freedom of speech bullshit, or it falls under the spirit of halloween crap. She's a human being for crying outloud, with small children no less. Its not like you were doing a generic old halloween hanging or some bloody carcass(sp?), haunted graveyard, whatever. You made up a doll to look like Palin and strung it up in your yard with McCain looking on as the devil (or whatever angle you were attempting with that). You are King Turd in my book buddy and I hope somebody snaps off your penis and hangs it from their Cottonwood. OK, that's a bit harsh. I don't wish that, but do hope he realizes what a stupid prick he is.
Wow, election brings out the nicest mouth in me, eh? Call me one of the whackadoos, but at least you won't have to hear me rant on this for four more years.
I've been gone awhile. I'll post about all the ongoings of my absence another day, but no better topic to bring me out of hiding than Election Day.
Yup, I voted. I'm proud to say I submitted Spongebob Squarepants as a write in candidate for President of the United States. Ok, not really. But don't ask me who I voted for, one because it doesn't matter now that everything is over and two, I won't tell you anyway. I say this because I've never really been one for political discussion, but to be honest I get sick of eye rolls or lectures when I do disclose my differing voting preferences.
It kinda all started 8 years ago. I wouldn't say I was an avid supporter of W, but I wasn't ashamed to say I was voting for him. Being in the TV/Film program at the time I took a ton of criticism from my primarily liberal counterparts. In 2004 I opted not to vote because I was over W, but wasn't crazy about Kerry and didn't want to vote for what I though was the lesser of two evils. Though I do regret not voting because it really is important to vote and wish I had not have taken my right for granted. But this election I was pretty undecided. I've usually leaned right most of my life, but I don't like to vote for the whoever is the Republican candidate just because I am. And actually, if my lazy ass had gotten around to it, I'd be re-registered as American Independent right now, but my procrastinating ways have once again gotten the best of me. But anyway, this election was really difficult for me. I really struggled with my decision, but for me the bright side was (I thought) that when people asked me who I was voting for and I said "undecided" that I would be left alone. Wasn't the case. I went in for an appointment a couple of weeks ago and my opthalmologist (yes, I have one and will get into that another post)asked me who I was voting for, and he went off. "What do you mean you're undecided?" I told him that I remain largely conservative on many issues, but can't help but see what the other side has to offer." He didn't like that answer. I also said that I was having trouble deciding about Sarah Palin's ability to run our country in the event she needs to step up. Really didn't like that. So I sat through a 5 minute lecture about how Obama will ruin our country then picked up my eyeball steroids and was on my way. Work wasn't any better. In one of our staff meetings someone asked, "Everyone here is for McCain, right?" and one girl made the mistake of saying she wanted Obama. Bad move on her part. Turned into a political debate which I would have preferred not to have had to witness. I told the girl afterwards not to let the rest of the office get her down and she had the right to vote for whoever the F she wanted.
I get that people are passionate and this was certainly a very historic election, not to mention highly controversial in California. But I absolutely hate it when people push their political views on me and make me feel dumb if my voting opinions differ from theirs. I thought I was given a free pass for being undecided this season, but I was wrong and God forbid I actually consider both candidates! So I'm not going to broadcast who and what I voted for, nor chastise anyone for voting opposite of me. I'll tell ya what I will spew my opinion on though.....election season nutjobs. In my opinion elections bring out the worst in some and the following people to me are the real whackjobs in America.
Let's start with the sign stealers. Who are these turds? If you don't like someone's sign, then put an opposing sign in your yard. Hell, put ten signs, I don't care. But don't steal someone elses! That's theft you ahole. My co-worker told me one guy got so sick of his sign being stolen that he wired it to give a shock to anyone who touched it. Now, with all the stories and rumors out there I'm not sure if it was true or not, but if it was power to him. Serves ya right ya little creeps.
Then I hear there was a lady who would withhold Halloween candy from trick or treaters whose familes supported Obama. WTF? Sure, it's your right to give candy to whoever you want, but imagine the look on those kids' faces when they were denied candy. They don't even have the right to vote yet and they are being discriminated against for what their families believe. Shame on you lady.
How about that chick who faked an attack by an Obama supporter? I saw a picture of this dumbshit with the letter "B" branded on her forehead. Who the hell does that? Its crap like that that helps ruin the credibility of your party, didya ever think of that you stupid bitch?
But finally, the biggest dipshit of all.....the hanging Sarah Palin guy. Don't give me that freedom of speech bullshit, or it falls under the spirit of halloween crap. She's a human being for crying outloud, with small children no less. Its not like you were doing a generic old halloween hanging or some bloody carcass(sp?), haunted graveyard, whatever. You made up a doll to look like Palin and strung it up in your yard with McCain looking on as the devil (or whatever angle you were attempting with that). You are King Turd in my book buddy and I hope somebody snaps off your penis and hangs it from their Cottonwood. OK, that's a bit harsh. I don't wish that, but do hope he realizes what a stupid prick he is.
Wow, election brings out the nicest mouth in me, eh? Call me one of the whackadoos, but at least you won't have to hear me rant on this for four more years.
Monday, July 28, 2008
$200 Cupcakes
Well, when I bought them they were $3.00 cupcakes. But after I was nailed by a cop doing 51 in a 35, they became $200 cupcakes. Maybe more, maybe less. I just got the ticket on Friday, so I have a little while before I find out what my contribution to the City of Chino will be. But I would not have been in that 35mph zone, had I not stopped for those damned cupcakes.
Funny enough, at lunchtime my colleagues and I were just discussing getting pulled over and how entering Carbon Canyon from Lambert is the hardest place not to speed. You see, for those who haven't driven "The Canyon," the worst thing is getting stuck behind a snail. It's one lane each way with no opportunities to pass said snail. And it's really annoying. My thought is, if you're going to go slow on The Canyon, then you might as well just take the freeway and go slow there, in the SLOW LANE. Anyway, I digress. That day, I made a concious effort not to travel at breakneck speed entering The Canyon. In fact, I've even been watching my speed and lowering my normal lead foot pace just for the reason that I've been trying to save money and don't want to get nailed for a ticket.
Well, this day I was distracted. You see I've been craving these cupcakes from this new bakery in downtown Chino called Royal Cakery. By no means am I dieting. I quit dieting because I hated it when I would take a break from dieting and people would point out the fact that I was consuming a product not in line with something one would consume with an end goal of losing weight. So I'm just trying to make better choices. As Queen Latifah would say, a "size healthy." So here we are on Friday afternoon, after a busy week of whining clients and "better choices." I decide to detour on over to a "weaker choice" and hoped to soon meet my lips with a lemon cream cheese cupcake. They didn't have lemon, and I couldn't decide between cherry chocolate and spice with cream cheese, so I went for both under the assumption that I would share with my mom. (Though we all know that more often than not the extra cupcake rarely makes it within smell shot of the person intended to share with.) So I happily depart with cupcakes in hand, eagerly anticipating getting home, kicking off my heels and fully enjoying this sweet delight. Well, my stomach must have been sending a signal to my brain to deliver a message of "go faster" to my foot. Which led me to a future date in traffic school. No cupcake is worth that.
Funny enough, at lunchtime my colleagues and I were just discussing getting pulled over and how entering Carbon Canyon from Lambert is the hardest place not to speed. You see, for those who haven't driven "The Canyon," the worst thing is getting stuck behind a snail. It's one lane each way with no opportunities to pass said snail. And it's really annoying. My thought is, if you're going to go slow on The Canyon, then you might as well just take the freeway and go slow there, in the SLOW LANE. Anyway, I digress. That day, I made a concious effort not to travel at breakneck speed entering The Canyon. In fact, I've even been watching my speed and lowering my normal lead foot pace just for the reason that I've been trying to save money and don't want to get nailed for a ticket.
Well, this day I was distracted. You see I've been craving these cupcakes from this new bakery in downtown Chino called Royal Cakery. By no means am I dieting. I quit dieting because I hated it when I would take a break from dieting and people would point out the fact that I was consuming a product not in line with something one would consume with an end goal of losing weight. So I'm just trying to make better choices. As Queen Latifah would say, a "size healthy." So here we are on Friday afternoon, after a busy week of whining clients and "better choices." I decide to detour on over to a "weaker choice" and hoped to soon meet my lips with a lemon cream cheese cupcake. They didn't have lemon, and I couldn't decide between cherry chocolate and spice with cream cheese, so I went for both under the assumption that I would share with my mom. (Though we all know that more often than not the extra cupcake rarely makes it within smell shot of the person intended to share with.) So I happily depart with cupcakes in hand, eagerly anticipating getting home, kicking off my heels and fully enjoying this sweet delight. Well, my stomach must have been sending a signal to my brain to deliver a message of "go faster" to my foot. Which led me to a future date in traffic school. No cupcake is worth that.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I think something's in the water
In the last month or so, we've had about four of our clients die. Today I found out a client for a different broker that I used to work for recently passed. He was a sweet, old man that I used to talk to regularly who was always so kind on the phone. Another client just came in for an appointment a few weeks ago and seemed perfectly fine and healthy. He was just 75 and doing well, then out of nowhere had a massive stroke that ended up killing him.
I feel bad when I sometimes get annoyed with older people. We were at House of Blues the other day and I was talking about cruises and how there was a Mediterranean one I wanted to take. This lady chimed in on our conversation and said she took one, but warned me not take Holland America. She said they have the best medical care and therefore, the most old people. We joked about how slow they moved, and how cranky and easily annoyed they are. I often joke with colleagues about the grumpy old men who call in and bitch about anything, or the ones who call and won't let you get off of the phone because they'll bring up any possible topic just to have someone to talk to. I even get annoyed sometimes when my grandpa comes over, because he always seems to come either when I've just sat down for Sunday dinner or when I'm half naked and laying in front of a fan trying not to die of heat exhaustion. So I grumble a bit as I'm throwing on some clothes, then trudge into the living room and hang out and read the Chino Champions he brings me while he visits. Bad granddaughter.
But one day, and thesedays it seems that one day soon, he's not going to be there. He's 91, and even though he's fit as a fiddle and his mother lived past 100, he could be the next massive stroke victim. And its going to kill me. He's my last surviving grandparent. I never got to know my maternal grandfather, who my mom said was just like me and we would have had so much fun together. I miss my grandmas a ton and the more I type the more I'm starting to cry. Damn, why did I pick such a sad topic? Anyway, I know everyone knows this already, but enjoy the time you have with your family. Be kind to old people. Because before you know it, we're the ones moving at a snail's pace.
I feel bad when I sometimes get annoyed with older people. We were at House of Blues the other day and I was talking about cruises and how there was a Mediterranean one I wanted to take. This lady chimed in on our conversation and said she took one, but warned me not take Holland America. She said they have the best medical care and therefore, the most old people. We joked about how slow they moved, and how cranky and easily annoyed they are. I often joke with colleagues about the grumpy old men who call in and bitch about anything, or the ones who call and won't let you get off of the phone because they'll bring up any possible topic just to have someone to talk to. I even get annoyed sometimes when my grandpa comes over, because he always seems to come either when I've just sat down for Sunday dinner or when I'm half naked and laying in front of a fan trying not to die of heat exhaustion. So I grumble a bit as I'm throwing on some clothes, then trudge into the living room and hang out and read the Chino Champions he brings me while he visits. Bad granddaughter.
But one day, and thesedays it seems that one day soon, he's not going to be there. He's 91, and even though he's fit as a fiddle and his mother lived past 100, he could be the next massive stroke victim. And its going to kill me. He's my last surviving grandparent. I never got to know my maternal grandfather, who my mom said was just like me and we would have had so much fun together. I miss my grandmas a ton and the more I type the more I'm starting to cry. Damn, why did I pick such a sad topic? Anyway, I know everyone knows this already, but enjoy the time you have with your family. Be kind to old people. Because before you know it, we're the ones moving at a snail's pace.
Monday, June 30, 2008
My Homework Assignment
Mrs. R gave me an assignment to sum up my life in six words. Sounds simple enough, but is really kinda tricky when you get to thinking about it. Like the other blogs I've glanced at who have completed this task, I came up with a few then settled on a final. So here they be....
Can't live with men, can't without.
I really should lose some weight.
Tequila is my new best friend.
Remaining a blonde is really expensive.
Won't be babies in my womb.
At least not by my choice.
I'm always planning my next vacation.
You can't make this stuff up. (Shout out to JR)
The check is in the mail.
Country music makes my ears bleed.
Slow drivers equal my arch enemy.
Procrastination is a way of life.
With, finally: God and family are most important.
Because when it all comes down to it, that's really what matters most to me.
Can't live with men, can't without.
I really should lose some weight.
Tequila is my new best friend.
Remaining a blonde is really expensive.
Won't be babies in my womb.
At least not by my choice.
I'm always planning my next vacation.
You can't make this stuff up. (Shout out to JR)
The check is in the mail.
Country music makes my ears bleed.
Slow drivers equal my arch enemy.
Procrastination is a way of life.
With, finally: God and family are most important.
Because when it all comes down to it, that's really what matters most to me.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Fun with Flickr!
I stole this from la girl. I don't really have a flickr account, but created one just so I could play this game. And it took me about an hour and a half to figure out how to do all this, but it was one of those things where once I get started I have to keep going no matter how long it takes to finish. Funny, that feeling never occured during homework time.
Anyway, here's my results...
1. What is your first name? Kristy
photo - kristy.
2. What is your favorite food? Crepes
photo - Crêpe day, La Chandeleur
3. What high school did you go to? Chino
photo- Bar "El Chino", A Puro Tango...
4. What's you favorite color? Ruby Red
photo- ruby red hibiscus (rosemallow)
5. Who is your celebrity crush? Colin Firth
photo- pride & prejudice-010
6. What is your favorite drink? Margarita
photo- A postcard for the Margarita island
7. What do you want to be when you grow up? Satisfied
photo- pOOr.... buT hAppY...
8. What do you love most in life? Family
photo-"~Family Is Most Important~
9. One word to describe you? Loud
photo- BANG
10. Favorite dessert? Too many to count, but I chose Pineapple Upside Down Cake
photo- Pineapple Upside Down Cake
11. Dream Vacation? Sailing the Mediterranean
photo- Tunisian Seascape
12. Name of your flickr account/blog? Crazy Cat Lady
photo- CRAZY CAT LADY PLAYMOBIL FROM GROC!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The Steve Carell Scowl
Those who have spent a good amount of time with me may have noticed that when I am sitting idle, not participating in coversation or doing anything in particular, that I have a certain "look" upon my face. I once was told that I look like I'm sucking on a lemon all the time. I've also been called "funeral face." And this was done by my so-called friends, so who knows what people who don't supposedly like me would say. Some strangers (those who are obnxious, I mean, bold enough) will randomly approach me and suggest that I SMILE! If you've been here long enough, you know how I feel about that. See #8 of this post.
Well, Steve Carell was on the Ellen show the other day and it turns out he has the same problem. When he's just chilling neutral, he has the same type of look on his face. The one where people think you're pissed off. Ellen suggested that she sometimes suffers from this affliction as well. So now that I know that these two celebrities endure the same type of ridicule I do for being born with a bad look on our faces, well, it makes me feel better about myself. And those who tell me to smile can just go suck on that lemon.
Well, Steve Carell was on the Ellen show the other day and it turns out he has the same problem. When he's just chilling neutral, he has the same type of look on his face. The one where people think you're pissed off. Ellen suggested that she sometimes suffers from this affliction as well. So now that I know that these two celebrities endure the same type of ridicule I do for being born with a bad look on our faces, well, it makes me feel better about myself. And those who tell me to smile can just go suck on that lemon.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Well, the party's over
I go back to work on Tuesday.
Yup, I'm going back to my old job at the brokerage firm. It's not my ideal situation, but I'm just very thankful to have a job in a recession. Not to mention all my vacation and benefits back. The opportunity to go back came up and I couldn't pass it up, taking the risk that I would be unemployed for another several months. I also figure that it will give me time to figure out what it is I really want to do down the line. Sure, the job kind of sucked my soul dry, but I'm going back with a positive attitude and the knowledge that my arrangement won't be nearly as obnxious as it was when I last worked there. There were a lot of great people I worked with and certainly a lot of fun perks about the job. I feel that if I don't harbor all the negative feelings and memories, then it will be such a better experience. But then again, we'll see. There's plenty of money to lose and clients to disappoint.
So now I'm off to buy a new work wardrobe since sitting on my ass for six months didn't exactly do wonders for my body.
Yup, I'm going back to my old job at the brokerage firm. It's not my ideal situation, but I'm just very thankful to have a job in a recession. Not to mention all my vacation and benefits back. The opportunity to go back came up and I couldn't pass it up, taking the risk that I would be unemployed for another several months. I also figure that it will give me time to figure out what it is I really want to do down the line. Sure, the job kind of sucked my soul dry, but I'm going back with a positive attitude and the knowledge that my arrangement won't be nearly as obnxious as it was when I last worked there. There were a lot of great people I worked with and certainly a lot of fun perks about the job. I feel that if I don't harbor all the negative feelings and memories, then it will be such a better experience. But then again, we'll see. There's plenty of money to lose and clients to disappoint.
So now I'm off to buy a new work wardrobe since sitting on my ass for six months didn't exactly do wonders for my body.
