2008

Life – in bullets

  • It has once again (actually twice again) been proved that I no longer have an core strength.  I suck.
  • I am happy that the debates are over.  I will be happier when the election is over.  I will be happiest if whomever is elected actually produces something other than hot air regarding everything he has promised.
  • Lovey and I are not Joe or Joella six pack.
  • I find it amusing that people are all up in arms about Representative Murtha out of western PA saying that the area is racist, but Obama will probably still win. (Newsweek)  Oh, he shouldn't say stuff like that.  Um, whatever.  It's not the race card, it's the truth.
  • I feel like I live in some sort of bubble.  I know that the economy is bad, but I have been fortunate enough to not be affected by it (KNOCKING ON ALL THE WOOD I CAN FIND).  I often feel bad because I know that others are struggling while our family plans a vacation.  I am not sure how to reconcile this with myself outside of reminding myself that I saved for an entire year to take it.
  • Lovey makes me laugh.  When we go out to eat, he says it's okay to have an appetizer too, and a drink, because we're boosting the economy.
  • MommaShyner sent me a top in the mail yesterday.  She said that she thought it would look cute after the procedure.  Lovey liked it.  I'm still deciding.  It's kinda slutty.  Thanks mom!
  • I have bruises on my leg and they look like finger marks.  They aren't, but it took me a while to figure out what they were from.  Oh circus, I love you and your injuries.
  • I have had a knot in my neck for nearly 2 weeks and no matter what I try, it won't go away.  May I please have a new neck now?
  • Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber, Joe the plumber.  I wonder if he'll get a plumber's license before he decides to buy the business he's been working for for so long.  I know nothing about plumbing.  I wonder if he needs one?
  • Here comes NaNoWriMo.  I wonder if I'll be able to do it this year.  I've got a story rattling around in my head, but I think it would take way longer than a month to get it out.  I might be able to outline it in a month.
  • I'm getting stretchy.  Closer to getting into a split than I have ever been.  I also learned that I am trying to stretch the wrong part of my back.  Go figure.
  • I love sushi.  Just sayin'.
  • Btw, hi, where did this whole year go already? I mean, I guess I'm not complaining because it's that much closer to a lot of things, but DAYUMN!
  • I had a crazy dream last night about heckling some hot dude celeb and running away and him tracking me down.  And for this, I slept the whole night through which I have not been able to do for the last 3 or 4 nights.
  • Newsflash: Wendy Testaburger kicked Eric Cartman's ass last night because he's an asshole. (it might say not available, but it is)

 

  • I've only seen a little clip (since I can't stay up until 11) of David Alan Greer's new show, Chocolate News, but I think it'll be pretty good.
  • And I'm spent.

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Gosh darn it, say it ain’t so, Sarah

Look, I'm no fan of yours in the first place, but if this is true, you have NO place running for anything.

Worse, Palin's routine attacks on the media have begun to spill into ugliness. In Clearwater, arriving reporters were greeted with shouts and taunts by the crowd of about 3,000. Palin then went on to blame Katie Couric's questions for her "less-than-successful interview with kinda mainstream media." At that, Palin supporters turned on reporters in the press area, waving thunder sticks and shouting abuse. Others hurled obscenities at a camera crew. One Palin supporter shouted a racial epithet at an African American sound man for a network and told him, "Sit down, boy."   from The Washington Post

So, what did she call him?  You'd think that if she dropped the N-word, more would've been made of it.  Either way, this isn't 1960 and you don't get to say that any more than I get to call you a redneck crazy-ass cracker.  Oops, guess I just did.

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These things, this Tuesday

Could do without:

  • Gross guys in the street that pssssst at me as if I will dignify that with a response
  • The entire block smells like ketchup from McDonalds
  • General feeling of yuck regarding my stomach…hopefully putting some bread in there will calm it down
  • Sleeping wrong and having neck pain for three days now
  • Missing the annual reunion with my peeps worldwide.  Sadness. 🙁
  • Bicycle crashes that shatter kneecaps…not mine.  Poor BruddaShyner.
  • My own indecision on whether or not to go under the knife

So happy I have:

  • MommaShyner
  • BruddaShyner
  • Kiddo
  • Lovey
  • A home
  • A vehicle
  • A job (even if I don't like it at times)
  • Love
  • Life
  • The opportunity to get a degree…better late than never.  Just about halfway done.
  • A few friends here and there and hopefully the chance to hang out with one in a few more days
  • Found something at least somewhat interesting that, after 16 years of working already, I might decide on as a career
  • Made it through another month

Peeking over the horizon:

  • Probable augmentation in 28-35 days…hahaha, a doctor's office just called me
  • 70 days till my birthday
  • 75 days till the Associates
  • 122 days till vacation
  • 498 days till the Bachelors
  • 661 days till we can probably move
  • Lots of learning to come

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Unintentional racism…

I don't know why I thought about this yesterday.

Probably because I was singing.  I don't sing.  Well.  I know it and therefore I don't torture people with it.  There are a couple songs out there that I can hold my own on.  One of them is "Contagioius" by my buddy Garen/Granian/Kill The Alarm.

So anywho, back when I was working in Mexico, I was walking from my room over to the bar in what I thought was solitude.  I'm belting this one out like there's no tomorrow.

Sidebar: First time I met Garen, a bunch of us were sitting around a room, drinking some beers and he was playing his geet-tar.  It's all well and good and I wasn't paying attention and I was singing along to whatever he was playing.  All of a sudden, he just stopped playing and received some questioning looks.  He said he wanted to hear me sing.  Um, how bouts no?

Right, so turns out I wasn't alone and some of my co-workers had snuck up behind me.  The conversation went like this:

Mexican Co-Worker 1: Hey Sunshine, I didn't know you could sing.

Me: I can't.

MCW1: Sure you can, I just heard you.

Mexican Co-Worker 2 to MCW1: Todos los chocolates pueden cantar.*

Me: Uggghhnnnmm.  Bye guys.

Only because I hold these two people close did I not kill them.  And more because I know that they didn't mean anything by it.  Honestly, I don't think they know what racism is, but I can look back at it and laugh.  But really, we can't all sing.

*Translation: All the chocolates can sing.

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