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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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F The Police

That's what I'm figuring this guy said before he left the house.  He was driving this car:

 

Bmw
Bmw

'Cept all his windows were tinted.  Black.  Even the front.  Which is illegal here in the great state of Cuba Florida.  Oh, and his rims were way more, well, blingy.  And, if that weren't enough, and I didn't get a picture of this since I was driving, but I did find a neat place to simulate a plate on the net.  So, yeah, here's the plate:

 

 

Plate
Plate

It wasn't the regular plate, though, it was a custom one.

Yep, F the po-lice is definitely what this guy is saying.

If you need an explanation, I'll provide it. 🙂

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