Thursday, February 25, 2010

Blah, Blah, Blog

Well kiddies, nothing much to report here...well, maybe there is, but I'm saving that post for the weekend. Last night, I was mentally writing up a post , but it's going to take some time to meld all of my disconnected thoughts into something meaningful. So, stay tuned.


Last night I had some green wine....Vinho Verde, actually. It was from some country where they speak Spanish...or Portuguese. I'm not sure where, because I didn't buy the bottle. It was a gift for from a friend for bringing in friend's mail/house-sitting while he's away on business.....and by "gift" I mean that I opened up his fridge, saw the bottle, and said "hello lover" (I really did) and bagged it up. It was d'lish. Tasted apple-like. Crisp & Fresh, with a slight effervescence.

I'm going through a little bit of stealer's remorse though, because now I'm thinking that I should've saved it for St. Patty's Day.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

We Be Family

In the summer of 2003, my older sister got into an argument with my parents & brother that ended up badly. As a result of the argument, my sister decided that she "would be better off disconnecting herself from my parents & siblings". Without going into detail, the argument started off as a simple misunderstanding that blew up into a huge bring-up-ghosts-of-the-past type of argument.

Of course, innocent little me got pulled into the fight, and I actually was innocent in all of this mess. I was collateral damage.

It's very easy for me to cut people from my life, especially when they hurt me, my family, or my friends. I've been told that I have a "cold, lifeless heart". Maybe so.

So the last 7 years of not having my sister & her family in my life wasn't difficult for me at all. My parents, on the other hand, didn't feel quite the same. That message was delivered to me especially hard this past Christmas. My Mom said something at the dinner table regarding my sister and I said "who?"....and my mom repeated her name. I then said "yeah, I heard you....who"....my brothers laughed and made snide comments. The look on both of my parents faces felt like daggers in my heart. I felt like the biggest ass.

My Mom made a New Year's resolution to reach out to my sister and her family. A couple of weeks ago, she made good on that resolution and called my sister. Mom & Dad even had dinner with my sister and her family a few days after that phone call. From what I hear, they made quite the scene in the restaurant, screaming, crying, and embracing. I'm kinda grateful that I wasn't at the restaurant, because my cold, lifeless heart just might have generated a tear or two.

This past Saturday, we all got together at my sister's house to celebrate my Dad's & brother's birthdays, as well as celebrating our families reuniting. I was dreading that it was going to turn into another emotional mess. Thankfully, it didn't. It felt like 7 years hadn't passed at all. We laughed the night away and got caught up on where we've all been and what we've all done.

My parents both seemed happier than I've seen them in years...content and complete.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

O.O.B.


There's this overpriced furniture store near my house that, as of last summer, was going out of business. They'd been around forever. I remember as a kid, my parents would give the place the stink eye, whenever we'd drive past it.

Overpriced furniture, rude owners, and poor quality....it's a wonder they stayed in business for as long as I can remember. I won't name the store, but I will say that it rhymes with "Bunro's".... I was in that place 3 years ago, and never felt less welcome. I was followed (like I had the word THIEF tattooed on my forehead), despite politely saying: "I'm just looking", when asked if I needed assistance.

I almost choked when I saw what they were charging. I have to say, there must be a lot of people in Long Beach buying up this overpriced crap. After a few minutes of being stalked, I mean checking out the furniture, I got the hell outta there and vowed never to return.

So I wasn't really sad when I saw their windows painted with "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS" last summer. As last year drew to a close, their windows screamed with 50% OFF, then 60% OFF, etc....last I saw, they were down to 70% off the ENTIRE STORE. That still wasn't enough of a deep discount to get me interested.

The other day I drove past the store and guess what....[???].....They never went out of business after all. In fact, now the store front windows declare "Celebrating 45 Years in Business".

Ahh...that old trick. I should've known better.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Shut Up

I try to keep things that happen in the workplace private. I feel a little nervous about posting anything here workplace related, but today I don't care so much if anyone I work with reads this. Today is day 2 of a coworker's day-long complaints of how miserable he is in his current position. He's bitcched and moaned, all day yesterday, to practically everyone in our group. Anyone that he may have missed yesterday got an earful today. Let's call this whiner "Mike".

I'm sorry, but I feel no sympathy for you, Mike. When I was his age, I made nowhere near what he makes today. He really needs to get a clue and realize how lucky his ass is just to have a job...with excellent benefits too. He's been with our company for almost 1.5 years and expects other departments to throw promotions, job offers, and bonuses at him. You know, just because he's Mike.

His issue is that he feels the work that he currently does is well beneath him. He's trying to transfer to another department, within the company. He spoke to a (high level) manager in another department last year and was told that if a job opened up in their group, they would definitely consider him. Last week, two new jobs in that department opened up, and Mike is furious that he wasn't personally notified by the manager to tell him about the positions. What really set him off is that he sent an email to the manager, resume attached, asking him if he felt that he was a good fit for the position. It's been nearly a week now and the hiring manager hasn't responded to his email.

So now he's going around and telling anyone who'll listen to him how the hiring manager is a "retard" and all sorts of other colorful words....blah, blah, wah, wah.

I can't stand whiners. If you're unhappy with your current situation, STFU and do something about it (like quitting the company). I don't want to hear your nagging & annoying complaints. I try to keep the negative people as far away from me as possible. I want my world to be one that is bathed in positive attitudes & warm auras.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Tuesday's Tidbits

The Irony
I am eating Baby Carrots, Baby Spinach, while listening to Madison Avenue sing "Don't Call Me Baby".

The Horror
DMV just sent me my new Driver's License. After looking at my "mug shot" I am so disgusted how F-A-T I look, that I will no longer be pleasuring myself...well, not until the weight (and a few of my chins) drops off. That DMV wench, behind the camera, even had the nerve to say "Oh, that's a good one"....I look like a drunk Sumo wrestler!

The Want
Gawd, I would look great in this hat. I think it's Armani. I'm just a little concerned that it might not be age appropriate. Kinda like a 55-year old man wearing Aberzombie & B*tch.