Tuesday, November 29, 2011

PMS is going to be the cause of prison time for me eventually

Good thing I don't own a gun or I'd be laying waste to several people right now.  Mainly the pressure washers outside who didn't deem it important to inform me that they were about to clean the outside of the building and subsequently soak my balcony.  When I went out to smoke and saw, I got the bag of charcoal we had out there beside the grill (now wet on one side), my glass candleholder thing, and pissed.
Then, the dumbass with the hose climbs a ladder and puts himself on MY FREAKING BALCONY.  I don't know he's there until he is shooting water inside my house through the crack in the French doors.  I run over and lock the door cause these goobers are so supremely unprofessional, I don't put it past him to walk in and open up my fridge to see what's for lunch.
When I hear him stop spraying for a moment, I venture outside to smoke again and find that he's now turned over my grill and knocked all the effin charcoal out.  Plus, handy that MY chair was on MY balcony so that he could have somewhere to stash his FKIN dirty ass tools.
THEN to top 'er all off, while I'm standing there on MYMYMYMYMY balcony where I go to smoke because I don't smoke in MY friggin house cause that's MY MFIN prerogative, he climbs back up the ladder and onto my balcony beside me, turns the damned hose back on and starts spraying away...WHILE I'M STANDING THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am f***ing livid right now.

McBlog

At my house, we prefer to get our morning news from Robin Meade.  It wasn't always so.  Brad was always watching Soledad O'Brien and Miles O'Brien, no relation.  I can't stand them.  So, I'd always flip over to Robin.  She's funny, she's bright-n-smiley and she says "Good Mornin', Sunshine!"  I promise you that she's the only one who would say that to my grouchy ass in the morning, and its nice to hear.  Brad finally bent to my will and now loves her, too because she is Playboy-centerfold hot.  (I think in recent years all that hotness is maintained by countless dollars in plastic surgery, but whatever.  Media's hard)  While watching the lovely (and increasingly less animated) Robin this morning, I bore witness to a story that nearly made my brain activity come to a screeching halt.

Read the story at CNN 

The new Mirriam-Webster dictionary includes the word:
    

McJob

(mek jäb') n. a low-paying job that requires little skill and provides little opportunity for advancement   

McDonald's has gone and lost their damned minds over it.  They claim it is insulting to the people who work in the fast-food industry.  They want it removed from the dictionary.  

For one thing, Mickey D's, the thing that is probably MOST insulting to the people who work in the fast-food industry is how little they are paid.  Look...it's right there in the definition!

And for another thing, since when can a corporation, or anyone for that matter, protest the inclusion of a word in the dictionary?  What the hell is that about?  Is McDonald's a vocabulary authority all of a sudden?  Are we only going to record our history, culture and language in a way in which McDonald's approves?  If we allow this to happen, what's next?

I'll tell you.  Fat people will protest the word "fat".  It's offensive to them and obviously needs to be removed from the dictionary.  (I think I could get behind this movement, myself.)  Whiny people will oppose the word "whiny".  It offends them, and, well...they're whiny.  Whores will protest the word "whore", bitches, the word "bitch", and skanks the word "skank".  If a word like "skank" can be in the dictionary, why not McJob?  The dictionary shouldn't have to be politically correct.  It should just be.  I'm not saying that the American vocabulary hasn't taken a steep decline.  It is what it is, though.

Later, while I was Simming in a world I can make sense of, President Bush held a press conference in the Rose Garden.  I presume it was for something important and Iraq or nookyuler-related, but all I really caught was the part of the conversation that was about beef.  It struck me funny, I guess.  Something about opening up the beef market to some other country.  I can't even find a story about that particular moment in the press conference to bring you any solid information on what the eff he was talking about.  His pro-beef argument was something like "They'll like it.  It's good for them."  What?

Also big news today, the knock-down-drag-out between Rosie O'Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselbeck on "The View".  I don't watch "The View".  But I SOOOO wish I had've been yesterday.  Brad says its like wrestling for women.  I suppose.

I reckon that's all for now.  Working on a man blog, girly-girls.  ;)

Night Owls (with no life like me)

Maroon 5 on SNL tonight.  :)  No, it won't be any funnier than usual.  Only sexier.

Oh, and...

Today is my baby brother, Steve's 26th birthday.  Woohoo!  Happy Birthday Steve-o!  Go to his page and wish him a happy b-day.  Do it for Adam Levine.  j/k

Holy Crap

Adam Levine is so nummy.  

(Check me out....finishing a blog I started weeks ago!  Go, me!)

OK.  I was watching VH1 this morning, like the old person that I am.  They played the Maroon 5 video that I was harping about a couple weeks ago.  I thought "Oh, hey...I should maybe finish the blog about him.  Damn, he's hot.  Stop grinding coffee beans, Brad, so I can immerse myself in his sexiness."  

I didn't collect a ton of pics on this one.  He's hard to find solo.  And I don't want to spend a lot of time elaborating on why he's so...delicious.  Cause you can kind of see that for yourself.  

Former dork, super skinny, occasionally sings in a high falsetto a la Jordan Knight.  Talks filth.  Probably his bark is much worse than his bite.  But I wouldn't mind finding out for myself.

Enjoy.  I will do better next time.  Promise.  Thanks for playing. ;)







Ladies...all the Ladies

Even though it's bitterly cold and raining, I feel like summer inside.  So, kicking off this year's summer men will be Adam Levine.  From Maroon 5.  Click the link below to watch the new video, and begin lusting with me.  Cause that's what it's all about.  I am collecting pictures to share with you this week.
Love to all!

No Clear Message

--If one buys into the Theory of Supply and Demand, then one can only assume that the only people demanding to buy shoes at WalMart are hookers and elderly women.  Why am I shoe shopping at WalMart?  Cause I had nothing better to do, and that is a serious declaration, right there.  Anyway...my choices are six-inch high heels or six-inch wide heels.  Oh, and if I look long enough, I might happen across a clear pair with clear six-inch heels that flash when I walk.  That's really gonna come in handy, you know?  Nothing worse than being plowed by a moving vehicle while trying to make a little money working the corner of 5th and Grand.  If my shoes light up as I sashay about, I can probably write those off on my taxes as safety gear required by my profession.  Cha-ching!

--Have you been watching the news?  I am so excited about the election next year that I could just pee myself.  Who's vying for the Democratic nomination?  A Latino, an African-American, and a WOMAN(among others who really don't count, as I'm sure will be proven in time)!  To avoid the risk of having myself run out of my conservative state on a flaming pole, I'm not telling who I'm rooting for.  In fact, as a woman in the state of Alabama, I'm not sure it's acceptable for me to have political opinions.  I just do what Jon Stewart tells me to.  In fact, I think I'm voting for Jon Stewart.  Will he make a better president than Dubya?  Doubtful.  But it'd sure be a helluva lot more entertaining.

--I bought a copy of In Touch Weekly.  Apparently, I had extra neurons firing with all the political news, so I felt the need to bed some of them back down.  OK, so, like JT and Cam are totally over, and now In Touch wants to know who we (their loyal readers) think is best for Justin.  
Option A) Scarlett Johansson
Option B) Cameron Diaz
Option C) Kate Hudson
OK, folks...giving this matter all the serious thought it deserves...let's break it down:
Scarlett is obviously the right choice.  She's young, she's hot, she's not a bed-hopping starlet.  She's so gorgeous, even Isaac Mizrahi couldn't keep his hands off her, and I would wager he's not into the female anatomy so much.  Justin has already co-habitated with Cameron Diaz, and that didn't work out, so I'm not sure why she's even an option.  Ever the romantics, In Touch Weekly.  And, concerning Kate Hudson, that's gonna be an emphatic NO.  I think Kate needs some anti-depressants, maybe and a little soul-searching, but I don't think a 20-something boyfriend is the answer.  Muddies the thinking.  
I can't believe I just spent more time debating who would best hump Justin Timberlake than I did discussing who might make a better president in 2008.
Also, of great import: Should Britney or K-Fed get custody of the kids?  Now, THERE'S a coupla lousy candidates...

OK, I'm bored with myself now.  Love you guys.