Go with the times

I haven't been here in awhile. Time to keep up on the blog, especially now since I have attached myself to twitter. There could be an off chance, that someone, somewhere might POSSIBLY read it. It seems the new year has started off rather sad. From numerous known persons passing rather suddenly, to the dismal economy, to the sad state of affairs around the world, it's just one spiral down after another. Those who know me know one of my favorite phrases is, "That's what keeps me out of prison, ugly shoes!" ~ the point being, the next person that makes the comment, "Be thankful you have a job" might be the person who unleashes my wrath to rethink ~ that ~ with the right prison ensemble, those shoes could be quite cute! Most people who have a job are thankful, QUIT REMINDING US! Whew...got that out of the way. Economists continue to speculate on the upturn of the economy, generally giving a window for economic upturn within 12 to 18 months. Yeah, right. Look it took 10 (yes 10) years for this country to recover from the great depression. 10 long, dreary, dreadful, years. 10 YEARS! Think 2 to 5 years at this point. Seriously.
Racing season will soon begin in about a month. I will be burning many candles praying to the Gods, along the way. Should you like to join my 'candle prayer chain' just let me know. The more prayers the merrier. I am also taking prayer requests as child #14 will be completing drivers training in a few weeks and with permit in hand will expect to have time behind the wheel. My wheel. If you see us on the road, wave, I will be in the back seat. Pray...and move out of the way.

We're all fake on the inside...

Last night I was having an intellectual (yep, you'll see) conversation with Husband. Whatever mindless TV show we had on was profiling Hugh Hefner (The Hef, Heffster, Heffmeister, blech F'n Old Guy is what I call him). Anyway, ( I digress) the show was taking "Hef" and his "Bunnies" back to his hometown-wherever, back to the sweet little humble home where he was (probably) born (without electricity and/or running water) and raised, etc. During this arousing (hehe) piece "Hef" referred to "Millie". Now, who "Millie" is - I have no idea. But, apparently I am much wiser than I perceive myself to be as Husband questioned, "Who's Millie"? To which I spewed, "Well, I'm sure she Hef's first wife. You know, the one who sacrificed to get him to the top, birthed his offspring, gained nothing for herself, and was thrown crudely to the side like a sack of garbage, only to be replaced by a younger, blonder, taller, silicone infused, version of the Barbie-wannabes we see him with now"! OK, those weren't my EXACT words, but, pretty close. THEN, Husband has the utmost desire to make me feel better by retorting, " But they are all fake". Ah, yes. At that point I realized I am in no way "Barbie Doll" enough. I guess fortunately for me, when we are all dead and gone to a much happier place, well - some of us will think hell is happy - I know...I'll be rotting away, while parts of the fake Barbies will be perfectly preserved in their coffins like plastic containers with life-spans of 10 billion years accumulating in rubbage heaps! Open them up like a long-awaited time capsule and you will find blob remnants of silicone baggies, artificial facial implants and a pair of plumped up lips so succulent and fleshy you could taste their last meal.
Alas, Diva Envy.

chicken shit

This was my recent email to McDonald's regarding a personal experience...

I ordered the new Southern Style Chicken Sandwich, which I like very much. The last two times I ate in I ordered that sandwich with mayo. The second time I was told the mayo was extra, which I paid $.25 for. The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. Especially since this very same morning I saw a news report on how McDonald's will not be raising prices on their value meals as you do not want to pass rising costs onto your customers. Ah...hello? Mayo used to be free. Now, I guess I can understand if your giving me a packet of mayo. Perhaps your costs for individually packaged condiments is more than a bulk shoot it out of the gun type. My main point is...should I decide to visit McDonald's again. I will order my sandwich WITHOUT condiments, and I will expect a $.25 credit on my bill. Because, I know your giving back to the next customer who orders their meal WITHOUT condiments, in just the same manner your charging those customers who order WITH condi!ments.


I just had to get that off my chest. As of yet, the response from McDonald's has been...please fill out our survey....HA...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

My point...next time you order your sandwich without condiments, make sure your getting a refund!

Hi. Welcome to my life and times. Divaish I'm (really) not. More like a redneck that is a diva wannabe. Life is hills and valleys, pits, pot holes and sink holes. C'mon in.