The BEST Song Line

“… Masturbates the madness in you”

The song is MAD JACK by The Chameleons from their STRANGE TIMES cd.

For some reason… I LOVE THAT LINE!

Back To The Mines

The worst part about having 4 days off from work?

You have to go back!

I’m a night owl. Knowing that I don’t have to get up early means I wind up conking out at about 2 or 3am so getting up at 5 was a bitch… especially since I spent the time I should have been sleeping watching the clock.

You know what I mean…

It’s 2am and you think, “… oh MAN, I have to be up in 3 hours!”

At 2:15 you think, “… DAMMIT! I have to be up in 2 hours and 45 minutes!”

At 2:30 you think, “… SHIT! I have to be up in 2 hours and 30 minutes!”

At 3:15 you think, “… FUCK! I only have 1 hour and 45 minutes to sleep!”

… then around the 4am mark, you figure that you’re going to pretend your back in your 20′s and pull an all nighter and just as that thought enters your head your eyelids become cement and you finally get to sleep.

The fight with the snooze button is a whole OTHER post!!

So Wednesday dragged.. especially since it looked like a paper factory exploded in my cube… but such is the bound of a paycheck!

In other news:

D. actually called me Tuesday night around 9pm to wish me a Happy Birthday. I was actually surprised because I didn’t think he would… but yknow, that whole conversation on Monday is still firmly planted in the frontal lobe so we’ll see… I didn’t talk to him Wednesday but did today. He said he wasn’t sure whether his ex was picking up his kid tomorrow or Saturday or whatever. I said something about him being out of the loop but considering the ex it’s one of those things where you go with the flow and manage the damage.

So … we’ll see. My cheeks aren’t going to turn blue though.

My Goober is back in the dust bowl after spending a few days in Virginia Beach. We have this whole “moose” thing going on that I’ll explain one day but he left me a voice mail at work singing the birthday song in the “moose” voice. I laughed SO hard I actually peed myself. But only alittle!! LOL!

I love when the Goob’s away on a business trip. Being away from his normal life means that he’ll call me every hour just to bullshit because he’s bored and since our conversations aways take a turn south, it’s a trip.

Can’t say I’m not glad the weekend is almost here… actually stoked that it’s payday!

Retail therapy is ALOT more expensive then the mental kind! ;)

Happy B-Day

So today’s my birthday and it actually wasn’t so bad…

I mean, I’m already 16 hours into it and no one’s called to actually wish me a good one but it’s all good.

Things like the past few days have a tendency to over throw my normal thought processes but usually once it completely saturates my brain cells, I’m done with it and let it go.

So everything is cool now. I’m back to my simple assed self.. albeit, one year older!

Chris Benoit

The other night I was flipping through the tube and caught a few seconds of RAW or whatever WWE deriviative was was playing.  The two dudes talking were dressed in mourner attire :: black suits, white shirts, black ties :: and were talking about the late Chris Benoit.

Now.. considering that this WAS the WWE and there had been something about Vince McMahaon’s limo blowing up I didn’t actually take it too seriously.

It wasn’t until I logged on this morning and saw an article posted on Yahoo that Benoit has apparently strangled his wife, smothered his son and then hung himself.

The powers that be are determining if steroids were a factor.

Um.. DUH!

I used to be a huge WWE fan back in the Rowdy Roddy Pipers days and all the way up to New World Order and there’s no doubt in my mind that every single one of them :: including Chyna :: were doing the ‘roids.

You can just tell.

I have known / still know alot of guys that juice up. I have experienced alot of the Jekyll… or is it Hyde? Can never keep those two straight. At any rate… it’s one thing to want to make mush out of your own mind but it’s fucked that the ones that suffer the most are the ones outside the parameters of the needle.

Springer Cross Dressers

You know you’ve had too may days off from work when Jerry Springer has a Cross Dressers Update and you kind of start digging the floral satin slip the front tooth-missing, hairy-chested redneck hillbilly named Bubba is wearing!

Is It Me?

Yesterday afternoon I called D. and got the voice mail. I didn’t leave a message because.. well.. I don’t know why. I just didn’t but knew it would show as a missed call.

I called again around 4 hours later and basically just left a message saying that I was just calling to say HEY and whatever. Nothing spastic or major or whatever.

Another three or four hours went by and I still hadn’t heard from him. I was kind of getting anxious to hear from him because I wanted to know if we were going to hang out tonight.

So I call again.. I didn’t want to. I hate being the one that calls all the time. But I do because I hate being in the dark even more.

He answered this time and I’m not going to go into the whole conversation verbatim. Apparently he didn’t get the voice mail I had left him earlier. He said he had been outside working and didn’t have his cell on him but his daughter was in the house…

Yknow.. something tells me something about his kid and his phone but I’m not even going to go there..

Anyway.. so he’s having half a convo with me and half a convo with her. So I’m patient and when I finally have his attention I ask him if we were going to get together because, “.. it’s kinda sorta my birthday”

Bottom line is that it’s a no-go. He has his kid for the week and didn’t I know that? I tell him I didn’t… if I had, I wouldn’t have even bothered asking. He does one of those thinking out loud things and again I told him that he hadn’t told me.  He said he felt bad and that maybe we could celebrate it on another day.

I tell him not to feel bad.. it was cool.. it was chill.. it was no biggie..

Truth is.. it was. To me. And I guess somewhere in my subconscience, this was a test. I think I knew how it was going to roll but I held out hope anyway. And I felt bad and my eyes started to well up alittle.

Unfortunately, when that happens, I lose control of my mouth and I start saying stuff about my birthday that I don’t think I should have <see previous post> and I think I just sounded bizarre or weird.

Towards the end of the conversation, he said “… I wish you weren’t that into your birthday.”

Number One, HAD he been comprehending what I was saying he would have realized that that is SO not the case.

Number Two, even if I did… so what?

Who actually says that anyway? WISH YOU WERENT THAT INTO YOUR BIRTHDAY

He said he’d call me tomorrow but I’m not counting on it. If he does, I’ll be my usual self but then I’m through with going out of my way.. or doing everything I’ve been doing. Yea, he’s hella cool and we have sooo much in common but you know what? It’s not worth it.

I called My Favorite Goober of all time and cried alittle on his shoulder until he made me laugh with suggestive comments involving crab legs and talking penis’.

I told him that the bright lights of Yankee Stadium went off in this brain of mine and I realized that I can be so damn starved for affection that I’d suffer the something rather then the nothing, even though the something hurts a hell of a lot more then the nothing.

Brutal

I believe that everybody has a moral compass.

I believe that most people put a magnet near it to forgive them for the way they know they shouldn’t act.. but do.

It’s been a brutal weekend.

Actually, this time of year is ALWAYS brutal but I can never seem to over come the notion that THIS will be the year that the people around me will do the right thing. But they never do.. and that means that I wind up disappointed and alittle down in the dumps.

I don’t generally bring it up to them.. there’s  no reason to. What’s the point? They won’t think they’ve done anything inappropriate and will just throw out an insincere “sorry”.. which will piss me off more. In all honesty… it’s really my issue. I’m the one that thinks they’ll change. They’re just following suit. So who’s really wrong here?

But.. still waters run deep.

Here’s the deal.

I shared a birthday with my father. My father who thought that HIS birthday was THE birthday. It was his day and he loved celebrating it and being the center of attention. So being born on that day meant that I really didn’t have the types of birthdays that normal kids have. Normally, the cake would read HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANG with the “and leese” kinda squeezed in somewhere around the roses.

What also sucked was that my birthday is smack dab near the middle of summer… which meant that all my school friends were away and it was useless to plan a party. Didn’t help any that our age difference meant that every milestone I had.. HE had.

But that’s the way it was up until the day he died… and continues to be.

In the 11 years that he’s passed, the conversations around this time always center around my father.. and how old he would have been.. and what things would have been like.. and the grandkid he never met.. etc. etc. etc.

There isn’t no good way to say this without coming off as selfish or narcissistic or center-of-the-world-ish. But that’s in no way the sentiment.

But for the past 11 years I kind of held out hope that the way they celebrated his birthday would be passed down to me. That it would be.. I don’t know.. for me the way it was for him.

It never is. Usually, the fact that it’s also my birthday is generally forgotten about.

For example… two years ago was a big birthday for me. And it would have been for him. Given that the Golden Child had a huge soiree when he turned the same age AND my mother through a huge soiree for his WIFE when she turned that age… I just assumed that I would also have a huge soiree.

Nope.

There was a huge soiree alright. But it was in honor of my dad.. and the milestone he would have reached, had he been alive. In fact.. this time there wasn’t even an “and leese” squeezed in on the cake.

So that’s what I put up with .. and that’s what I hope will change every year.. and that’s what doesn’t.

Normally, the weekend before our birthday, I’ll head out to the cemetary and hang out. Don’t get me wrong. I adored my father and there isn’t one second of one day that I don’t miss the hell out of him and want him back. Turns out that the last time my mom was there there was something wrong with the headstone.. it was sinking or something so she called who she needed to call and it was suppose to be fixed. I told her I’d check it out on Sunday.

So I go and I do the thing that I always do when I go there. About a half hour or so passes and my phone rings. It’s my mom asking me if I forgot to go to the cemetary. Not “did you?”. Not “are you”. But “..  did you forget?”. It goes over my head because that’s just her. Or rather, that’s just HER when it comes to ME.

I tell her that I didn’t forget.. in fact, I’m there now and “… no, they didn’t fix the stone.”

She doesn’t comment on that but asks me if I had any plans for later on. I’m alittle dumb founded because normally, for everyone else that shares my DNA, birthdays mean Sunday dinner at Nonna’s with the fam and a cake. Same candles for everyone! I naturally thought that that was the game plan.

Let me just say this here.. this is the family that actually forgot to tell me that Christmas Eve dinner :: which I take very seriously! :: was actually 5 hours EARLIER then it normally is and I show up just in time to see Nonna putting on her red Christmas coat and walking out of the house. So why in HELL would I even think about Birthday Sunday?

She kind of makes a noise in her throat and says, “.. why would you think that?” I don’t really answer because my bottom lip stuck out and I started chewing my upper lip. She decides to fill the silence by telling me that she needed me to pick her up at Golden Child’s. She still my mom and the only parent I have left so I tell her fine. I’ll shoot up there after I get done at the cemetary.

She asks me how long I think I’ll be.. I tell her probably about another 15 minutes or so. She says fine and we hung up.

I got done doing what I normally do when I’m there and started the hour drive up to Golden Child’s.

About 40 minutes in, she calls me again and asks where I’m at. I tell her the highway. She asks which one. I ask her why it matters… I’m on my way and I’ll get there when I get there. Unfortunately, there’s alot of traffice and the Jetson car is having it’s fuel injectors flushed.

She tells me to stop being a smartass and that since I’m already on my way up there then I might as well stop at the supermarket and buy myself a birthday cake so that they can cut it up there.

Now.. there some things I just won’t buy for myself. Birthday cakes are one of them and I got insulted and indignent and attitude-ish when she suggested it. I told her that I will NOT buy it… that right then there were 8 people and 6 cars that could drive the 3 miles to pick one up.

Her answer? “… then I guess you just don’t get one.”

And I didn’t because I wouldn’t.

I know this sounds bad. But you have to take in to consideration that for as long as I’ve been on this earth, my mother doesn’t “get” me. She thinks I’m THIS when I’m actually THAT.

I’m so the type of person that appreciates any thought that comes my way. To me, it’s not the gift.. or the price tag.. it’s the sentiment behind it. She says “.. I never know what to buy you.” or “.. you pick it out and I’ll buy it” .. or “.. you’re so hard to buy for.”

And that really isn’t that case at all. She thinks I’m so difficult to buy for because she never really got to know me.. and to believe me when I say, “.. it really doesn’t matter” just reinforces that.

So today I basically hung out at Golden Child’s with my chin on my knees. I did call Goober but the connection was bad and I dropped the signal that my carrier SWEARS doesn’t drop.

I called D but he was less then half paying attention to the conversation because he was trying to get his kid to show him something on the computer. Actually, I wouldn’t even have called if I thought she was there. For some reason, I thought she would have left by then. He said something about giving me a call sometime tomorrow or something but by then I was feeling bad and just wanted to hang up.

Goober wound up calling me around 11 and said just the right things that made me feel better.. and made me just want to be near him.

I really do need that hug right about now.

I Need My Goober

Everybody should have a Goober in their lives… the best friend of the opposite sex that is there with a shoulder or an ear whenever your low enough to need it but to stubborn to aske for it.

Mine if off limits, by the way. There’s a short list of things that I don’t share and my Goober is one of them.

If things were different.. if time and space were different.. if he wasn’t six fucking states away.. things probably would have taken a different turn. But as it stands, I can honestly say that he’s always been there for me. Especially when I need the ego stroke..

He knows everything there is to know about me… more then my mom does.. and is STILL brave enough to call me his friend.

The way things are right now :: I’ll post it seperately :: I’d gladly put up with the sausage pizza (his favorite.. definately NOT mine!) and Yeugling beer to be on the receiving end of one of his big ol’ bear hugs.

We’re actually in the same time zone.. he has to train in Virginia Beach all week.. and if I would have planned alittle better and did things differently.. I would have gladly booked the 97 buck Amtrak train to just spend alittle time with him.

Especially because it would be on my birthday.

And nothing goes better then Birthdays and Goobers… well, and sausage pizza! 

AAaarrgghh!!

So yesterday and part of today, I took an impromotu trip to hang at my family’s horse ranch. Ghetto-ranch fueled on Prozac is more like it. There’s so much stuff that needs to be done.. so many minor things that would give it more appeal that as soon as I set foot on the dirt, I jump right in playing Toolbelt Diva and crack the whip on them to follow suit.

To be fair.. they’re WAY more concerned in making sure the horses are well cared for then if their grass needs to be mowed but you know… I can’t help it. Things still need to get done and I actually love getting dirty.. mucking.. hammering.. etc.

The only bad thing about being up there is that my cell service is dicey, at best. So I usually don’t get voice mails, text messages or emails until I stand on one foot, facing NWN, holding a cumpled up ball of Reynold’s Wrap.

So today.. alittle after noon-time.. D. had called and left a message. He said that he hadn’t realized he was getting his daughter this weekend since she was still suppose to be away on vacation with her mom and that he was picking her up later on in the afternoon.. BUT! he knew I wasn’t working so if I wanted to come around before then for a “visit” to give him a call.

Just alittle education here… “visit” = “booty call”

Can you say PISSED?

I didn’t actually get to here the call until I was on my way home.. around 3-ish. I called him back to tell him that I had just gotten the message. He was in the home improvement store but the call kept on dropping because I was driving through the mountains. I finally text him and told him to call me when he got a chance.

Dropped calls crawl right under my skin.. especially since my carrier’s major ad campaign is how FEW their calls are dropped.

Yea.. right!

Anyway… he calls me about 45 minutes later. I don’t hear the phone because I tossed in the back seat of the car in frustration. When I finally listen to the message, he tells me that he talked to his ex to firm up a time to pick up his kid and was told that she was kind of out of it from not feeling well and that he didn’t have to pick her up until tomorrow… and to let him know if I wanted to get together tonight.

I wanted to see him because not only do I dig hanging out with him.. not only did I kind of miss him.. but I aslo wanted to talk to him about what page we were on. So I call him and since he was still in the middle of doing stuff and I was still on the road, I told him to call me when he was done and I’d shoot over.

So that’s what he did.. and that’s what I did. With ricotta cannolis.

Can’t help myself.

I pull up and his dog is on the lead outside and I’m so petrified that I’m going to run him over that I wind up parking on way on the other side of the driveway. I love his dog. He’s such a character. He barely lets me open the door a crack before he noses his wiggly body inside and tries to jump on my lap. It’s not better when I get out of the car.

So I call D’s cell and tell him that I’m there and that the dog is all over me. He tells me to come inside so that he could be all over me. I laugh.. but am still having a tough time dodging the dog in 4.5 inch heels on a gravel drive. Yea.. I don’t learn.

D comes out and right away notices that I had my hair cut.. notices that I’m not wearing my glasses.. tells me how great I look and kisses me.

Yea.. I did look damn cute.

Yea.. I did melt.

Like candlewax.

So we head in and y’know what.. I just had an amazing time. Everything was laid back.. easy breezy.. none of the rushed feeling.. he made me dinner.. we ate..  hung out and watched alittle tv.. he even absent-mindedly kept running his fingertips over my leg..

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had to work in the morning, I’d still be there.. In fact, I was the one who got up to leave…  AND he did walk me to my car (without me mentioning it)

So I know what you’re thinking.. and I know I’ve been flipping back and forth about this but y’know what? I got to get off my drama.. and not let my mind work overtime.

It is what it is and I can’t have it both ways. With everything going on with PsychoBoy, it’s a good thing that things are the way they are.

Back in April.. when all this craziness was going on.. D was kinda off to the side alittle bit. A friend of mine said to me, “… you watch. He’s the one you’re going to wind up with in the end.”

Damn if she wasn’t right.

So tonight I’m at peace with everything else.. I’m living the moment and enjoying the memories.

And that’s the way it really should be.

Fashionista!

If there’s one thing I know.. it’s how one should dress. I just have an eye for what looks good and what doesn’t.

I was talking to M. last week sometime and he told me that he needed to get another pair of dress shoes. His 300.00 Italian loafers were starting to starting to see better days. Knowing that he’s more responsible with money then I am, I tell him to check out DSW because they also carry men’s shoes and they’re pretty reasonable.

The first thing he says is, “.. um. You know your idea of reasonible and MY idea of reasonible are different, don’t you?”

I had to laugh because he is well aware that I won’t blink an eye dropping a paycheck on a pair of shoes!

Anyway, so a few hours ago he calls me.. all giddy. He just bought a pair of Kenneth Cole’s at DSW for something like 80 bucks. He opted for the loafer instead of the lace-ups but he has plenty of time to learn!!

By the time I get done with him, the dust bowl won’t know WHAT the hell to make of him!

Yknow…

Sometimes I’m my own worst enemy. Sometimes my mind is too over active. Sometimes.. just sometimes.. I don’t do myself justice.

Here’s the thing.. and yea, it has to do with D.

Even thought I kept promising myself that I wouldn’t… I wound up calling him earlier this afternoon. We talked for about 20 minutes. He said that he was working on Saturday.. maybe we’d get together on Sunday.. and if he had known that I had off today, we could have gotten together earlier.

He also said something about being onery like a toad.

I hung up feeling not much better then I had the last few days.

Sometimes when I like someone enough.. I’ll hand out excuses on a silver platter as to why people don’t act the way they should. Not the way I want them to… just the way they should. I “understand” too much.. I “allow” too much…

It’s the primary reason why I was married to PsychoBoy for 18 years.

So, with this thing with D, I wrestle with myself. I may have known him for awhile.. but I don’t “know” him know him that well. There’s alot of “maybe’s” that I can’t answer. Some that will put him on the right side of the line.. and some that will put him on the left. I’m not really going to be settled until I have the opportunity to talk to him about it.

Thing is.. the stuff that is the most important to me, the stuff that affects me the most is that stuff that I’m most uncomfortable talking about. Sometimes I think it’s because I don’t really want to know the answers.

This I know logically:

I have every right to expect certain things. I shouldn’t justify someones behavior or disregard the things that are important to me to make someone else comfortable. I don’t need to bend over backwards and feel the way I’ve been feeling. I don’t have to sacrafice my feelings for someone elses.

Look… I’m not like most woman. Money, title, status, material things don’t mean anything to me. I’m not looking for someone to give me things or take care of me. I do that fine all by myself. I’m not looking for someone who tries to make an impression with cash.

The only thing I’m looking for is for someone who treats me the way I treat them. I just want to know that I mean something to someone. I know how valuable time is. I don’t ask for alot of it.. but knowing that I’m being given alittle of it makes me giddy.

Guess the simpliest thing is the hardest.

I don’t know.

I only know that I don’t like feeling this way and it’s working on me.

Catch Up or Fall Back

I know I haven’t been posting as much as I probably should. I’ve been mentally and physically exhausted. Actually, truth be told, I’ve been pretty down lately. My mother calls it “the blues”. A friend of mine says I’m depressed.

I don’t know what it is.. I’ve just been in a fog lately.

Having to deal with what I have to deal with and the load I’m carrying sometimes gets to be alittle heavy and I have to set back, feel alittle sorry for myself then regroup and get back on track. That’s probably where I’m at now.

So here’s what’s been happening:

D.’s mom had suffered a crisis last weekend. The shunt that had been inserted had kinked and seriously compromised one of her kidney’s. They were able to do another procedure to correct it and luckily, she only suffered a 20% loss of function in the one kidney.

I last talked to him on Tuesday and he said that there was a chance that she would be releasaed either later that day or the next and that maybe we could do something this weekend.

We’ll see.

Right now I feel like the more I like someone.. the more things don’t work out. I hate being the one who always calls. It feels like that I’m being intrusive. He has said I’m not.. that he doesn’t mind at all because sometimes he gets so wrapped up in things that he loses track of time.

Me? I think that you kind of go out of your way alittle when you’re interested in someone.

But that’s just me.. and I’m the type of person who knows how fragile life is and so I’ll contact the people I care about, regardless of where they live, daily. I may just have to leave a voice mail… or send a text.. or an email. But they know I’m thinking of them.. just don’t know if they’re thinking of me.

M.’s daughter is coming down to stay with him over the July 4th weekend.. so he’s stoked and I’m stoked for him. He’s taking some much needed days off from work and just chillin’.

Not sure when he’s going to be back in this area.. hopefully soon. I’m really in need of some “Hangin’ With Mr. M” time. He’s always great at boosting my self esteem!

Work is work.. I have a few much needed days off but knowing me, I’ll be working at home. At least I’ll be able to hang in my jammies!

Tuesday is my birthday… we’ll see what happens then. It tends to get over looked so I’m not expecting anything. But we’ll see.

The Rumors Are True

Yes.. yes.. I did set fire to the cafeteria.

Not a big one. Not even enough to be called “small”. But it was definately a LEESE moment!

Leaving for work yesterday, I heard on the radio that there was a huge fire that blocked my normal route to work. The detour I took actually put me at the office 15 minutes earlier then usual so I figured I’d hit the cafeteria and grab some coffee before heading up to my office.

So I’m in there and happen to come across a fellow co-worker that I really haven’t seen much of since our move to the corporate offices. We’re both at the coffee station and I’m running my mouth the way I always run my mouth.

As I’m talking, I have three packs of sugar in my hand and I’m waving them so that the sugar will drop to the bottom of the pack and I would be able to rip off the top without spilling it all over the place.

Come on.. you know what I’m talking about. We all do the same thing with sugar packs.

As I’m doing this.. the middle pack flys out of my hand and goes right into the conveyor belt type industrial toaster and promptly catches on fire.

I know the look on my face would probably be priceless… along with the “omg! omg! omg!” I probably spouted. So I grab the girl loading up the fruit station and tell her. She stares at it growing larger.. and rushes to get the executive chef who was hanging around the grill.

He comes over and asks me what was burning.. I tell him a sugar pack. He asks me “.. why the hell” would I put a sugar pack in there. I was going to tell him that I wanted brown sugar but thought better of it. I tell him what happened and he starts laughing and says that it will just burn out.

Problem is … paper burns. Sugar melts.. starts to carmelize and then burns. There’s alot of smoke.

Smoke sets off sprinklers.

Sprinklers set off fire alarms.

Fire alarms produce large fire trucks and hot fire fighters rolling up on the driveway.

Which is exactly what happened… all because of a sugar pack.

Of course, it wasn’t long before the rumors ran rampant that a disgruntaled employee tried to set the building on fire… that there was a fight between employees where the toaster was knocked over… there were a few different ones.

But it was me…

Running my mouth..

With a sugar pack!

Odd.. Or It It Just Me?

I happen to accidentally tape Larry King Live last night and the show had been devoted to Jesse Davis, the 9 month old missing Ohio woman.

Monday night, an infact was left on the doorstep of another Ohio woman named Sue Redman. Larry interviewed her and at one point asked her if she thought the baby was biracial.

Sue Redman answered that the baby was white, but she has since found out that bi-racial babies.. in fact, some African American babies can be born very light but there were no negroid features.

NO NEGROID FEATURES.

NEGROID.

For some reason, that phrase just seemed weird to me.

Public Service Idea?

I have to drive through alot of different neighborhoods on the way home from work.. everything from impoverished ghetto to almost mini-mansions. One common thread is the lack of taste running rampent from one end of the city to the other.

Don’t get me wrong.. I don’t think that I’m the Grand Poobah-ess of decoration. I’m Italian so that means I do have a certain “gaudiness” about me. But my sins are only visible if I invite you in.

Some things that I don’t think people “get”:

Knotting your curtains is NEVER appropriate.

The third aisle on the left at Home Depot has these hooks for .99 that you just screw on to your wall and will hold the curtains back when you want the breeze to come in.

Gold Vertical Blinds .. uh.. NO!

Personally, I think vertical blinds are bad enough… but GOLD ones? Really SHINY gold ones? Really shiny gold ones where one third of the bay window is busted and covered with a trash bag? What’s that saying about putting lipstick on a pig?

Exterior Paint

When painting the exterior of your house, please.. please.. PLEASE don’t buy the 5 bucks a gallon  OOPS! paint. Raspberry, Eggplant, Lavender Mist, Chiffon Yellow or Key Lime Green are SO NOT a good choice for exteriors.. unless you live in some island paradise or ocean side tranquility that promotes these colors.

Don’t know what color? When in doubt it’s WHITE, WHITE, WHITE!!

Believe me.. those are just a few. But here’s my idea.. and next to having prisoners do yoga instead of working out with weigts, I think it’s a good one.

I think HD-TV should NOT be limited to cable. I think HD-TV should run 24-7 on the local public service station so that everyone will have the opportunity to learn that knotting curtains, gold verticle blinds and raspberry houses are NOT the way to go.

Just a little education goes a long way… dotcha think?