2009

ROCO Fridays – Welcome back, Kotter

After a long hiatus, the Reverend MiamiShyner has returned to her flock to once again spread the message of ROCO Fridays. *cue music*


Welcome Back Kotter


Let us reacquaint ourselves, shall we?

Please turn in your hymnals to page 305 for responsive reading.

Rev: And as your boss sayeth unto you, “Can you stay late today?” Let us respond with a phrase fitting the Sweathogs…

Congregation: Up your nose with a rubber hose!

Rev: ROCO! And whosoever wishes to leave early today shall make it known to all.

Congregation: *hands raised energetically* Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!

Rev: And should that one annoying co-worker request that you do his/her work before you leave, the congregation shall say..

Congregation: Off my case, toilet face.

Rev: Let the congregation say…

All: ROCO!

Today, on a day when our President has won the Nobel Peace Prize, when we have crashed a missile into the moon, when it’s freezing in Corporate America, we still must give thanks for all we’ve been blessed to have. Your Reverend is learning to take one day at a time and to enjoy each and every one of those days. Rev MS is spending her last several months in Miami doing some things for herself and she suggests that you do the same be it in Miami or Moscow, Pittsburgh or Portland.

And now, because I know that we all have things to do, I will wrap up today’s sermon. Take this good word and go forth and ROCO!

*congregation rises*
*Reverend walks to the back of the church*

Let the congregation say ROCO!

*Rev MS stands at the back of the church shaking hands and kissing the babies of the congregation.*

Chicken and biscuits with gravy and mashed are downstairs. Don’t forget to try Sister Kiddo’s sweet potato pie!

Flying high again!

Ladies and gentlemen, MiamiShyner is hitting the skies tonight and will be flying high again.

That’s right, after a way too long hiatus, I’m heading back to the rig to fly tonight. I’m sure I’ll be just a smidge rusty but that doesn’t really matter since I’m not allowed (no one is unless you work there) to fly without the safety lines at this particular rig. Does it make a difference? OMG yes! I can only assume that it is equivalent to the difference in feeling with/without a condom for guys? Unless that’s just one big load of bull, lol. What do I know? I’ve been with the Lovey for nearly five years; we don’t need ’em.

This morning, I asked myself what would happen if I started just doing some stuff for me. Then I asked out loud on Facebook. The answers I received were: Happiness? Independence? Satisfaction? And you know what, those answers are right.

I’ve spent a lot of my time here in Miami worrying about doing for others or only doing the things that don’t upset others in the least. I am not saying there’s anything wrong with that, but it hasn’t gotten me where I want to be. I’m no more stretchy, I’ve no more circus skills, and I’m no closer to being a fitness instructor or a massage therapist. However, I AM a mere four months away from finishing a degree in IT. So, boo for me and congrats to me.

Starting here, starting now for the rest of the time I’m in Miami, I’m going to be selfish. I’m going to *gasp* put myself first. I’m going to take the time to read my three bookshelves of books. I’m going to take the time to blog and write in general. I’m going to fly, spin, twirl and do everything that I want to do (that doesn’t break the bank).

Join me as I chronicle my ascent into a new level of happiness. 🙂

Metallica!

Sooooo, last Thursday, Lovey and I along with Lovey’s BF and another friend went to see Metallica. Pretty fun and kinda funny that I was the veteran, this being my third show, and those three were the noobs.

Full set of photos is available on my Flickr. But I’ll give you some of the good ones here.

James has a tender moment during Nothing Else Matters.
BOOM! Pyrotechnics from Enter Sandman.
The Metallica beach ball drop at the end of the show.


They played more new stuff than old which can be expected when they have a fairly new album out. I prefer the old stuff, but hey, I’m not writing the set list. All in all, good times had by all.

Best (stuff I almost didn’t) Buy

Oh! Hello there. Remember me? Blog owner/neglector? Well, I’m back and I have an amusing story for you. Or at least it was amusing to me.

Let us begin.

In case you don’t know or don’t remember, I rock a 94 Honda Accord with on again-off again AC but pimped out 17s (I bought it used) and a nice factory sound system. Now, said sound system is comprised of AM/FM/CASSETTE! Ha, yes, you know those things that aren’t even made any more. Well, for the most part, this is just fine. My drive to work is only 30 minutes on a good day. The problem lies in the fact that the radio in Miami sucks. My. Ass. This can make for a loooooong drive.

Do you know where all of my music is? Yes, it’s on my phone. I would love nothing more than to hear some of my tunes or Pandora or hell, a podcast on how to speak Spanish, while I’m driving rather than the blah, blah, blah that falls out of the mouths of DJs. How does one go about getting this done?

I think one would start at the brand spanking new Best Buy that opened recently over on the beach. I had one of those old skool cassettes that you plug in and the other end is like a headphone jack for portable CD players. (Let me tell you that I feel like I’m 90 right now talking about this old technology.) Problem with said setup is that at some point, the wire got eaten and so it only plays out of the right speakers.

How am I to impress Miami Hood Rats with my sound system booming from only one side?!?!

As I walked into sparkly new Best Buy, I was greeted by a huge security dude. Hi there very large black man wearing yellow. I will NOT try to sneak anything out past you. I headed back to the section that I thought would hold my treasure. An associate watched me walking around. He actually followed me around for a couple minutes without saying anything. I was in my work clothes so I don’t think he thought I was tryin to steal anything.

I got to the point where I couldn’t find what I wanted and I was about to leave but the associate chose that moment to ask me if I needed help. Why yes, yes I do. Better late than never. I explained to him what I wanted and he told me that he was sure that they didn’t carry the item. He did, however, walk me around to show me a bunch of other things that I could use until he realized that my car is OLD and doesn’t have an auxillary jack. Dejected, I headed towards the door.

Enter security dude.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked.
“Sure did not,” I replied.
“Well what is it that you need?”
“Something old skool for my old skool car.”
“Okay, what is it?”

At this point I told him what I needed then said that an associate helped me but the store didn’t carry it.

I. Am. NOT. Making. This. Up.

Security dude moved his magic camera joystick and then zoomed in and pointed to the screen and asked, “Is this what you need?”

Motherfucker! Sure as shit it was!

He pointed me in the right direction and I was able to bump music the whole way home. Security dude said to me that this was the reason that he should be on the floor. I totally agree. I don’t know anything about Best Buy’s hiring practices and such but I think that later today, wait, not today, today is Metallica, but tomorrow, I’m going over to that store to speak with a manager to let him/her know what a great job that security dude did. I won’t throw the associate under the bus since that’s rude, but let the big man get some commissions! He knows more than the people you have on the floor!

Gotta run, there are tunes to be played in the car. 🙂

For Ginny

Now, that’s Church. 🙂

Have a great weekend!