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Reserved Parking

My fellow Americans, why are some of you parking in the handicap parking spaces when you have no disability or handicap? Now you know that aint right! That is disrespectful and rude. I don't care if you are in your mama or grandmama vehicle and it has a tag on it. SO!!!! You are not handicapped! Stop clowning! You're holding up space for other people WHO NEED to utilize this service. There are a lot more parking spots for you than there are for the disabled who can barely get around.

Here's my story: Yesterday, as I was walking toward the front entrance of the store, a young woman in a car waited for some time to park as another car pulled out of the handicapped parking. After she parked, she got out and walked toward the store like any able body would. As I walked passed her, I made sure I gave her THE look without saying a word! I know she knew what the heck I was thinking. I was on that WISH FACTOR that she would say something. Anything! Even to just ask me what I'm looking at – 'cause I was ready to let her AZZ have it.

These spaces were designed for people who really need them. Stop playing!

Okay I'm done – that's my vent for today!

Sunday Stroll

American drivers, PLEASE stop driving in the far left lane on the Interstate or freeway on Monday - Friday, between 6-8 am and 4-6pm like you're taking a Sunday stroll and life is just grand and peachy and you have absolutely no place to be other than HOLDING UP traffic! STOP IT! If you aint got nowhere to be between those times, GET OFF THE ROAD PERIOD. Seriously, Ya'll causing ROAD RAGE!!! And I'm at that WISH factor now...

Bombed Out Day

First… MY head hurts. My face hurts. I have the worst sinus headache of all time. (I know I say that each time I get one!) Secondly, my Mackie Mixing Board which I speak about below this post can't be repaired by them people. As I'm finally calm now, I was on fire when they called me and told me some long drawn out fable about the design of the board and how they need robots to fix the circuitry which seems to be the problem and they can't repair it because they don't have the proper tools. Uhmm-huh.

I listened to the man speak before I dived in with questions out the batooky. He couldn't really answer any of them fully. He said they'd have to send the board to Mackie for repair. I told him I can send the board to Mackie myself and could have in the beginning, but Mackie told me to take it to an authorized service center for repairs, which they are supposed to be. Uhmmm still something fishy here. Now, y'all know if you've read the previous post how long I've waited to hear something from them. I haven't made plans to pick up my board yet, but will before they close on tomorrow.

My head is pounding! (oh, I said that already…) Y'all know I get some killa sinus headaches. On top of all the issues with my board; I got sick today. Food poisoning! Waffle House! A new one! Brand spankin' new one!

And for the finale' of the day… My funds ($$$) in the bank is all tied up and on lock down. This is a first in all my history with this bank. I tried earlier today to make a $4.36 purchase with my debit card. No way no how is what the ticket that spit out of the machine read. The cashier politely passed the slip to me. I told her to do it again and there was no way this could be. She did and well you know the rest.

I immediately called my bank and told them of the mishap. They told me there was a glitch in the system and to try again. I did and everything was peachy again. Later this afternoon (How come I'm back up in Wally-world?), I attempted to make another $100+ purchase and again the system failed me. I was PO'd with a pounding headache and a queasy tummy. I called the bank and this time they told me their systems were down and apologized for the inconvenience. I asked can I stop by the bank and cash a check. The woman told me no and that all systems were down in all the branches in the area and that I couldn't even get money out of the ATM. I asked how long the system was going to be down. She said the initial time frame was about 15 minutes but the system had been down almost 2 hours. Y'all this was about 4 hours ago and THE SYSTEM IS STILL down. I'm definitely one of them no-cash carrying people. My momma always told me to keep a little change on ya. Oh well!

So I can't make any purchases, get any money or write a check because the bank said so.

What a day! Please somebody say something to make me feel better! Please!

Zero Tolerance

As I was thinking, this just hit me. It's something I've wanted to say and hoping anybody who can relate will feel me on this…

Why are some people sooooooooooooo insecure when they absolutely have no reason to be? I mean I can understand they might be going through some things, but to be so sensitive and non-self-reliant over the smallest of things. And I'm talking about MEN and WOMEN!

And another thing – what's with these ASSuming people? Don't assume I said or done something. ASK! Don't assume my actions. Just simply REALLY GET TO KNOW me! And don't say you already know me, 'cause if you did, I wouldn't be writing this post.

I swear the older I get, the less tolerate I am of ignorant grown childish people. I try to stay clear of anybody trying to tear down my creative world of peace and contentment. I'm a very confident, strong-headed, self-reliant, intelligent, articulate and out spoken (call me arrogant if you want to) woman. I love people and I will go the extra mile for anyone (as I'm consistent with this), but don't play games with me. I may be of less noise at times, but know it is because I'm observing and I easily pick up on what you're saying before it comes out of your mouth.

Don't try to understand me, as I'm genuinely the kindest person you can meet, but when you cross me with stupidity and this dumb craziness, I'm gon' tell you about yourself with nooooooooooooo hesitation. And I don't care WHO you are and HOW long I've known you.

It's difficult to breathe 'round people like that. This is to no one in particular, but to everyone who took me there!

Now I'm going to the studio… to free my mind….

Awful Food Up Here

Hello everyone,

While stuck out here in Northern Wisconsin for a few more days, the food has already run its course with this Southern Gurl. I swear it gets no worst. Even the chain food tastes bad. I think I'm done with eating until I'm outta here. I just tried Ken.tuc.ky FC; I had a two-piece original with Mac n Cheese and baked beans. DAYUM, how can you mess that up? The chicken was not right, the M&C was cold with creepy looking fake cheese sauce lumped over the noodles. The baked beans were FIELD PEAS, all separated and hard with burnt bacon and absolutely no seasoning.

I ordered Chinese yesterday and the sweet and sour shrimp was served in red jell-o looking stuff with chunks of tomatoes. (YUCK just thinking about it!) The restaurant here at the hotel SUCKS too! Excuse the language, but I'm hungry shoot and I aint got nothing to eat. J

All this may have a bearing on my decision here. Stay tuned!

Rebate Rip-Off

Okay, what's up y'all? How's it going on your ends? As for me, it's all good. Everything is still everything. Here's my dilemma: remember back when I told you all I bought another laptop, right? Well at that time (exactly nine days ago), it carried a certain price tag with a $50 mail-in rebate. Today, my peoples, I see it at the same place I bought it from at the same price tag, but with a $200 mail-in rebate. It is the same model number and specs. I told the sales guy about the situation and he assured me that the service desk folks could take care of it.

I went to the service desk and repeated the situation. Chile' they told me that because I had already sent in the rebate form with the bar code from the box of the PC I'd already bought, there was nothing they could do. Guess when I mailed the rebate info? …Yesterday!!! So, I'm a day late and 150 dollars short. I know it aint nobody's fault, but still it seems that they could have at least made some type of adjustment, especially since I'm still within my 15 days of returning the unit if I don't like it or don't want it or whatever.

The sales manager even told me that these things rarely happen. And shoot -- my reply, in my mind was, well since it's rare, do something about it. Make me a happy customer! Give me my money! But instead of all of that, I gave my 'I understands' and got out of there. A lesson learned here for sure; I will wait till the 15^th day or the last day of my return period to send in my rebate information.

What a flinching rip-off.

Until next time…

Oh My Gosh! Please Leave 'Dem People Alone!

Okay, here it is y'all. Why can't the media leave Ms. Spears and the Late Ms. Smith alone? GOSH! I know these people are of the public eye, but dang, who cares OTHER than the immediate family of who gets Ms. Smiths body? I don't care other than for the love of that family for putting up with so much media humiliation. They trailed that woman like she was a criminal when she was alive and now they're freaking running it in the ground right there with her.

So what, Ms. Spears got a hair cut? Maybe she needed to re-do herself. Maybe she needed self-alignment. It's her freaking head! Why is this on every time you turn on the freaking news? I don't care about Ms. Spears hairdo. I really don't.

What really brought this post is that a few days ago, I watched a pre-recorded interview of a reporter asking Ms. Spears did the paparazzi bother her or something to that extent. That poor girl broke down in tears. I could see the pain in her eyes. She's so young and probably troubled. But just let the lady breathe for a minute. Just a minute.

I swear, sometimes the media can take things too far. Watching the media war between networks for the most coverage is CRAZY! I don't understand how we've come to rely upon people's very personal affairs to gain an extra dollar. People in the public eye deserve some privacy. THEY DO!

I swear this is where my writing is off-limits. I wouldn't need a dollar that bad! Media folks! -- I know I'm a small voice here, but please for the sake of the family and the young at heart, LEAVE THEM PEOPLE ALONE!

Okay I'm done...

Irritable Now: Don't Mess Wit Me!

This one has got to be the vents of all vents. I just left B&N, and I’m still ticked at everything happened in there today. I rushed home to sit and talk with y'all about it. Thanks for always being good listeners.

I had reservations about going to B&N in the first place, but since the weather was just beautifully scary here in December with temps that feel like Spring, I figured, I'd get out a bit. I didn’t take my laptop as I usually do, 'cause if so, I would have been giving it to you live in action. :) Anyway, I browsed a bit and found some reference books and then found a nice comfy chair in a corner and cuddled in. I sat there every bit of 20 minutes until this woman walks up to me and tells me that I’m sitting in her seat. I know I gave her the wtf face, I know I did, ‘cause I’m guilty of it every time somebody says something stupid to me.

I asked her what did she say, although I heard her the first time. She told me she had a book in the chair reserving HER seat while she was gone to get coffee. I told her there was noBODY sitting there, and what does a book do.

She kept insisting that I was sitting in her seat. I told her that she was lucky that I felt like being nice, ‘cause she obviously needed that particular chair. I told her the next time she wants to reserve a seat, make sure a body is in it, and that books are lying around throughout the store; even in chairs, so who's to know what chair is for who. She then gave me the look. I got up and left her ass standing there.

I went up the escalator and found another seat and cuddled in. Honestly I was WISHING (Kings of Comedy-Cedric the Entertainer) a book was sitting in that chair (there wasn't), 'cause I was ready for the next episode. Anyway, I fell back in my mode and continued reading. I sat there about an hour then decided I was ready to go.

I went back downstairs to the Café to purchase one of the books. I also ordered a Venti Cinnamon Dulce Latte, extra hot extra shot and a slice of Pumpkin Cheesecake. I paid the cashier and waited for the barista to make my drink. I also waited for the cashier to get the cheesecake for me, as they always do. The line was building up around me, so I moved toward the pick-up side of the counter. The barista handed me the coffee in a Grande size. (That’s the next size down from the Venti.) I told him I'd ordered Venti, he apologized and poured the contents into the larger cup, squirted more syrup and added more milk. I swear I know I gave him that same look I gave that woman earlier.

I asked him was he going to remake the drink, and aren’t the portions of expresso different between the sizes. He told me that the two drinks are the same in portions of expresso. I found that incredible and thought he was just trying to get off at making another drink. (And he did!, 'cause I didn't push the issue)

I tasted the coffee and it was TOO SWEET! Oooh y’all know I don’t like sweet drinks! Especially coffees and teas. I then told him I was still waiting on my cheesecake. That boy went over and picked up the damn cheesecake with his bare hands and put it in a to-go container. As he was bringing it over to me, some freaking man was hacking up all his insides just over my shoulder with an uncovered mouth. Freaking germs all over me. I stepped back quickly and grabbed my cheesecake. I was pissed. Can’t you tell I was pissed. I’m being very selective with my language even now, cause up in there I wanted to cuss somebody the f out.

I looked back at the boy who handed me the cheesecake and gave him the, I saw what you did look. He was trying to use his body as a cover with his back to me while he was getting the cheesecake, but when he moved to bring it to me, there was no utensils or wax paper left behind (which they use sometime to pick up food items). He knew I had busted him.

Before I got out the door, I threw the cheesecake and coffee in the garbage, and that damn coughing person was still coughing. That’s nasty, especially when they aint got the audacity to cover their freaking mouth!

I drove away from that place and promised that I wouldn’t let those moments consume me, but hell I think it’s too late. People! I swear.

 …Thanks for listening…That's why I love yall.

The Wrong Buttons Were Pushed This Morning

What's up everyone?! I'm typing on my new lil' 12" screen AMD 64x2 Core Duo laptop. This little thing takes a bit of getting used to, but it's much better than my little Palm, which I still use religiously. I was gonna go with the Intel Centrino processor, but AMD is the bomb these days. It's good to be back online reading the screen nice and bright and full blown.

Anyway, the reason I'm here is that I want to tell you how mad I got today. I won't give specifics, but I'll say that they pissed me off to the highest of pisstivity. My co-worker D, has seen me this mad one other time. Before then, he didn't know I had the fire in me.

It usually takes a lot to tick me off and to be disrespected usually gets me there. In the field of work I'm in, heck let's just face it -- women are faced with certain challenges simply because of who we are. My workload is tremendous, and I enjoy it, until I'm faced with butts trying to throw me off my game.

Well it happened today, and the biggest part of it is that the situation could have simply been resolved if I was given the opportunity to go straight to the source. However, the man causing the differences wanted me to speak only with him. What got me, is that he needed me to re-do something I had already turned in several days ago and he couldn't make sense as to why it needed to be re-done, other than making demands as if he was my daddy. The biggest part of it was that he was irrelevant to the whole situation. He was the messenger who obviously wanted to handle things as if he was the big bad boss in charge. It was his boss's office who had one simple request for future documents. He even threatened me and said that because I had attitude with him -- I was making a big mistake. (Could he have possibly thought that scared me?..Pullleeessse!!!) I hung up on him.

While he was disrespectful, I probably made him feel 3 ft tall when I finished with him which resulted in him mentioning my attitude. (How come a woman has attitude when she speaks up and proves that you are not making sense with your actions?)

The situation turned out nicely because his boss's office got involved and made amends with me after I called them and told what happened. They assured me that there wouldn't be anymore problems and apologized for the mishap. In some indirect way, this man will still be involved with my other co-workers, but as for myself -- he has torn his drawers with me, as my grandmother used to say.

I can't pretend it's all good with someone by playing some political corporate game. I'm not that good of an actress. I've always been like that even with my personal life. You disrespect me, you're history. Period.

I always say it's all in the way you say things, and if you can't fully communicate the issue, let someone else who can. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but he approached the wrong sista today!

Honestly, I hate it when I get that upset. It's not my nature, and it loosens my energies and throws me in an awkward mood. I don't hide it well either. Only when I'm crossed, is when the flames start waving. Other than that, I'm a sweetheart, and I don't hide that well, either. :)

Sadly Insane

What's up all? I'm here for a few. This post comes as a rant! Today I drove to C.ir.cle K to purchase a bottle of water. I completed my transaction, got back to my car and started the engine. An elderly gentleman pulled up and proceeded to get out of his car. He was bent over and barely making each step. Seeing this always makes me want to go and help, but I watched him slowly make his way toward the front entrance of the store.

Just as the elderly man got almost there, a man who had been pumping gas got into his vehicle and immediately out of no-where started this extremely loud music thing which rattled the trunk of the car. It sounded almost like a bomb going off. I've heard trunk music before, but this was so raggedy -- it sounded like the car was falling apart. I don't know how the man in that car could stand the vibration.

The elderly man almost stumbled to the ground when the noise exploded. His left hand started trembling. I know it scared him fiercely. I could see it in his face. It scared the heck out of me!

The man's left hand was still shaking just he got inside the store. The dumb ass in the vehicle drove off immediately, which was a good thing.

I actually sat in my car and waited for the elderly man to come back to his car. He again walked slowly. It reminded me of how Tim Conway used to play the old man character on the CB show. His left hand had stopped shaking. I was glad he had calmed down. 

The area was a noise restricted ordinance zone. Where are the cops when you need them?