63

Dear Daddy,

Today, you would have been 63. It's hard to believe you have been gone for over 20 years.

I wish you would have been there on:

May 29th of 1992 to see me walk across the stage and receive my diploma.
On September 10th 1997 to watch me graduate from boot camp and become a Marine.
On May 26th 2007 to watch me (finally) graduate from college.
On November 29th 2008 to walk me down the aisle as I married my husband.

Most of all, I just wish you could be here.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

Farewell Friday

I know that everyone is talking about Michael Jackson and his death. Who am I to not do so as well? Especially since my heart is broken.

In my defense, I am a lifelong fan of the King of Pop. I was the President of the Michael Jackson fan club for a year. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FANS MJ has (had)? A shit ton, let me tell you.

I had the privelege of seeing him in concert. Once as the black MJ. WOW out loud. That man could move.

I used to want to live at Neverland. I mean come on, what kid didn't? NO KID JOKES EITHER. I don't want to hear them.

Regardless of how people may feel about him today, they cannot take away his talent. He was an extraordinary entertainer. His music spans decades, continents and can bring together a room full of strangers with a little Billie Jean or PYT.

His music will never leave us. His legend will go on for eternity. The man may not be as missed now as he might have once been but the music world is a better place for having had him in it. Thanks to him, we have so many other amazing entertainers and music to listen to.

May he finally rest in peace and be rid of his life long demons. Thank whoever for giving us MJ for the time we had him.

The way I remember him:

Pathetic Excuse

That's me. A pathetic excuse for a blogger. Maybe it's because the days of being all hitched and stuff makes my life not all that entertaining to anyone other than the voices in my head. I know they like the music and they can function on no sleep.

Mute Monday Meandering

Concert Ho

I have been to quite a few concerts in my day and I'm still going. Just today, I bought tickets to see Pink. I have been a Pink fan for a long time. That girl has a voice. Listen to the tracks that don't get air time.

Next month, THE Husband and I will be going to see Brad Paisley. We saw him last year and since he's one of our favorite country artists we are excited to go see him again. As a matter of fact, I took THE Husband to his first concert a few years ago. I KNOW, GASP. He didn't realize he had married (or was dating at that time) a concert whore. NOT whore in the, I sleep with people at concerts way, but that, I LOVE me a concert (and a ballet and a show and many other things) way.

In a few months we will also be going to see Kid Rock and Lynard Skynard. HELLS YEAH!

I made a little list of the bands/shows etc that I have seen. I am sure I will forget a few but you will see why I say I am a self proclaimed concert ho.

Bad Company and Damn Yankees
New Edition (back in the day)
Michael Jackson (when he was still black)
Metallica
Guns and Roses (when they FIRST came out)
Wham!
OzzFest (I am not even going to try to list the bands)
Lollapalooza
Kenny Chesney
Rascal Flatts (who is my least favorite country band)
Poison
Cinderella
COC
Henry Rollins
Ozzy
Sepultura
Alice in Chains
Helmet
Ministry
Stone Temple Pilots
Big and Rich
Toby Keith
Martina McBride
Dierks Bentley
Keith Anderson
3 Days Grace
2 Live Crew (yes, I saw them on their Nasty as They Wanna Be Tour)
New York Philharmonic
Harlem Boys Choir
Garth Brooks
Kelly Clarkson
Jewel
Daryl Worley
Bathory
Gwar
PM Dawn
Hootie and The Blowfish (I lived in Charleston and saw them all the time)
Celine Dion
Joan Jett
311
Jagged Edge
Tesla
Dokken
Motley Crue

I'm telling you, I love a great concert! Journey, Cheap Trick and Poison are coming soon. Oh MY! Give me music. All kinds too.

Hooray for being a Concert Ho.

Thought Provoking Tuesdays

"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."

~~~~~ Dr. Adrian Rogers, 1931 - 2005 ~~~~~

Mute Mondays

Things I Want In My House

I have a dream house in mind but my wallet cannot afford it. So, I decided to scale back a little bit. Okay A LOT. Some of these things I will have to work for but I really want this stuff. *sigh*

In a house, one of the most important things is the closet of course. This is a mans closet but I can womanize it. Check this out.



On those days that it's just too hot to do anything else but swim, I would love to walk out to this:



After I take a nice long swim, I can go relax in the bath in something a little like this:



If I want to hang out and play a little pool or have a drink, I can always go here:



If I get hungry while playing pool, I can head upstairs and cook myself something in here:




Finally, after a rough day or swimmming and playing pool and relaxing, I can retire to something like this:



Everything is give or take on the colors of course.

A girl can semi-dream can't she?

In Case You Have Forgotten

Let me remind you. I am NOT a nice person. This is not high school, this is real life. And you my dear are not all that special. The fact that you have title behind your name does not give you permission to act like you are sitting at the cool kids table at lunch and talking about people. You are two faced and you run your mouth. You need to shut it.

Keep in mind that I am mean, hateful, vindictive, spiteful and very career driven. I will knock you down if you are in my way. Especially when you are a childish, pathetic excuse for a person, let alone a manager.

I give one chance to everyone. You ruined yours. You won't get another.

Mute Mondays

From this post on, Mondays will be Mute Mondays. I will describe my life/feelings etc with pictures. Mainly because I don't have much to "say" on Mondays so I want to be lazy (which I NEVER get to be). Maybe something with happen that inspires me. Or not.

Here we go:

Don't Even

Both of you. Don't even try to think that because you are inept that you can try to make it my fault. I don't think so. Neither of you have experience in finance. And as a matter of fact YOU sent the e-mail. It's not my fault you cced the CFO of some other company. I didn't know who he was. I replied all, LIKE I ALWAYS DO when you asshats send random e-mails you have no business sending.

Really you two. You have been pushing the envelope for a few days now. I am running on 3 1/2 hours of sleep today. I didn't even get out of my driveway before I was cursing at someone.

Don't EVEN think about continuing with your stupidity.

Hey Monday

That's all.

Don't Lean On Me

***Disclaimer: The names of people and schools have been changed.***

So my Mom will lose her job next year and so will everyone that she works with.

Let me tell you something, the school she teaches at is BAD BAD BAD. The kids are BAD. Picture Lean on Me but ten (10) times worse and in middle school. Those kids are horrendous. The parents are worse and the community is worse than the two combined. TRUST ME. I grew up there. I know.

Anyway. This school has been bad for a long time. It has been progressing, slowly but surely. They BARELY failed the testing last year but not for the lack of killing themselves just to get that far. My Mom has only been there for three (3) years. And she is an ESE teacher. Each year getting a little closer to finally passing that test.

The Superintendent of Schools thinks he is Joe Clark. Joe clark HE IS NOT. So I will refer to him as Mr. Wanna Be Joe Clark. WBJC if you will.

For a school that must have TWO armed police officers on staff and six (6) others on call, with locked gates and various other things. Not to mention, it has more fights and threats than any other middle school, let him get a new staff. Trust me. It's not the staff. My Mom has been punched, knocked down, slammed against walls, spit on, bit and called every name in the book. Her purse has been stolen, her cell phone has been stolen more times than I care to think about and various other random crap. Not just by ESE kids either.

Those that know about ESE kids, they need consistency. Change will freak them out.

Here's are some excerpts from the newspaper article that my Mom sent me.

A Giant EFF YOU, TO Mr. Wanna Be Joe Clark (WBJC).

A new day has dawned for WMS
MAY 3, 2009

On Wednesday, WBJC announced wholesale staff changes for the middle school next year.

And the man means wholesale.

WBJC already has advertised for a new principal and announced the school will have new administrators, new teachers, new counselors and new coaches. Nearly all of the 80 staff positions will be filled with new people next school year. ***WTFever***

The action is a result of the 850-student school being one of 11 in Florida that failed to meet state and federal standards for student learning. As a result, the new school administration will report directly to WBJC.

As for the fate of WM, WBJC has proclaimed that it will become a "district turnaround school.'' ***Translated as: Alternative School. Now we can have bad kids and NOT be considered a 'real' school.***

It is good that WBJC sees opportunity where others might see despair. We believe WM can become a school that redefines how our children, those who might not come from the best economic backgrounds, are educated.

While we realize there are many (too many, some might say) rules and regulations from **our states capital** on how students are taught, we hope and trust that WM will become a center for innovative teaching. How can WM parents become more involved in their school? What can the community do to increase reading scores? How do we establish and sustain high standards and high expectations in children who might not be familiar with such a culture? How do we lure the best teachers to WM?

****Basically they are saying, hey lazy crackheads, put down the pipe and get involved with your children. Hey community of ignorants (yes, I know that's not a word), get involved with the kids. Hey bad ass kids from crackhouses and the ghetto, yes, you are stupid, but hey, we are going to change everything down to your level so it's okay to be that way, we will make it to where you can pass. something. And how can we LURE. They used the word LURE and said "how can we?" WMS is in the GHETTO. It is filled with gangs, drugs, violence and a shit load of kids and parents that don't give a iF YOU SEEK (C&K). Best of luck. *********I AM NOT CALLING PEOPLE STUPID. NOR AM I SAYING THAT PEOPLE FROM THE GHETTO CAN'T RISE ABOVE.**********

---Back to the article---

It certainly would be easy to sit back, point fingers and assign blame for how WM became such a problem school, at least in the eyes of the state. We have heard the same accusations as you: teachers who didn't want to teach, students that didn't want to learn and a community that didn't want to care. Unquestionably, it is a tragedy that WM has reached this point.

But we remain optimistic because WBJC is optimistic. ****Oh yeah, because he is WBJC after all. Didn't you see Lean on Me? It worked there didn't it? Maybe they will learn a class song and everything.****

"This is an opportunity,'' WBJC said, "where we can step up and do something pretty bold and significant for our students.'' We can't wait to see what's in store.

****Yeah me either.****

I Got A New Name

And apparently I can't use proper grammar in my title.

I really wanted a change of pace. Or name or whatever. Living For Today. Yeah, okay, so is everyone else. Big whoop (is it whop or whoop?) Eff it.

I figured I would change it up a little. Maybe I can even become a new person. Hide out a little. *looking around for some scissors and hair dye*.

I think I might get (man that sounds a little redneckish) a new backdrop (like a cool movie or something). Let me see what I can come up with. Or I can find in the free layouts section.

Maybe while THE Husband is fishing this weekend, I will sit down and create a list of stories to tell. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, I've said that before. Well, I'm saying it again. Deal with it.

Be back soon.

She Bats For Both Teams

So my friend K-vo asked me the other day what I think of Jen. At that moment, I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about her that I was unsure of.

Then, last night, I noticed that she was being really friendly towards me. At one point she told me how beautiful I am and what an amazing smile I have. YAY compliments!! All accepted without a thought. Anyway, she told me all of this while invading my space. You know, the personal space. Touching my leg and looking all lovingly at me.

Then, as I went to leave, she gave me a big hug and as I pulled away she tried to kiss me. DUBA YEW TEE EFF? She missed and kissed my nose. UMMMM beyond awkward. I think I was stunned. It's not the first time I've been hit on by a woman and not even the first time a woman has been aggressive about it either, I was just not expecting her to do such a thing. Color me stunned.

Hey, I have no problem with who you are and who you do. Go for it. Whatever makes you happy. However, don't try to hit on me or worse yet make a move on me when one, I only play on one team and two I'm a married women. Sheesh. Fix your gaydar because it's broken.

Of course then I had to tell my friend K-vo that his love interest is a switch hitter. Which some guys think is cool but I think she likes the pink side better than the blue side.

What Effing Time Is It?

Okay, so I am sick of the different time zone thing. When I lived in Hawaii, I would have to remember how far ahead New York was so I could call my friends at a decent hour (unless it was New Years and then I KNEW when it was midnight they were already in sweet passed out slumber). Then I had to remember how far ahead Florida was to call my Mom. And don't even get me started on the difference in time between Hawaii and Okinawa and Australia. Oh yeah and Hawaii doesn't have daylight savings time. For the love of baby Jesus.

THEN I moved back to Virginia. My Mom is in Florida and one hour behind me because she is in the Panhandle. That goes for my in laws as well. My boss is in South Dakota so he is an hour behind me. Then Corporate is in Alaska. They are 4 hours behind us right now.

So, when I get an e-mail from someone in Corporate who I am trying to make a last minute project setup meeting request with, I am planning on Alaska time. How in the hell is she going to e-mail me and tell me that she is in Texas and needs it on CST? Damn it woman.

The meeting is 2pm my time EST. You and the rest of the people can figure out what time that is to you and be there. Got it?

Music Tramp

I listen to pretty much any kind of music. With the exception of TECHNO/HOUSE/TRANCE and Death Metal. Don't get me wrong, I can listen to it and at one time did, but they are not my first choices by far.

I love classical, old school hip-hop/rap/r&b/soul, country (current and old stuff), acoustic, reggae and many others.

I love to download songs on my iPhone that will make people look at my playlists and instantly have a look of bewilderment on their face. Classic.

Today, I was able to download some of my favorite old school songs. I am beyond thrilled.

It's the simple things on a Friday.

Nice Job Mel

A few weeks ago my BFF came to visit me. I had to drive two hours to meet her halfway as she was roadtripping with some friends.

Anyway. At the random backwoods exit we met at there was a little yeehaw mart (as I like to call them). We went inside and took it all in. We are both from little places so it was kinda like home for us.

Of course, like smart women we used the facilities before getting back on the road. Once in the bathroom I noticed there were about SIX machines on the wall. Everything from perfume/cologne, tattoos, lubes and of course condoms.

Now, the condom machine also had those little plastic things you place on him to give women pleasure...wait...I am not that kind of girl....ummm I'm not sure what they were.

I was trying to get this glow in the dark flavored condom, but ended up with some random one that wasn't quite as interesting. I still kept it as a joke. I jumped in the truck with the BFF and headed home. I put the condom in the change tray and she said "you better take that out of there before THE Husband comes home or he is going to freak."

Guess who came home last night?

Guess who was driving his truck this morning and called me and said "WHY IS THERE A CONDOM IN MY TRUCK?"

Nice Job Mel.

You Are Inept

I love the word Inept. To me, it is the ultimate word to say, "that person is a complete wackaloon." Wackaloon is another word I love.

Anyway, back to the situation at hand. Today, it seems that everyone is

2 : lacking sense or reason : foolish
3 : not suitable to the time, place, or occasion : inappropriate often to an absurd degree
4 : generally incompetent

I need this:

Rumpelstiltskin

I feel like I have Rumpelstiltskin looming around my home buying experience. At this point, I think I might have to promise my first born child to be able to buy a home.

For the love of baby Jesus and everything holy, I just want a house. I am responsible. I went to college full time and worked two jobs. I make a pretty damned good salary and I still work a second job just to make sure that I have money in savings and in checking and my bills are paid. I've lived in the SAME apartment for almost SEVEN YEARS and I have NEVER been late on my rent. I pretty much spun my own gold.

I do not have ANY delinquent accounts, no collections, nothing. And I even have a trusty husband that has a job and and all the other stuff too (minus the college education). He's in the military (he's working on it).

I'm sick of writing letters and promising that I am a good girl and can pay my bills and blah blah blah.

Damn it. I'm so over it all. So much for being responsible.