Don’t mess with my trash…

It was bound to happen.

A few weeks ago I forgot to set my trash bin out the night before pickup and decided, stupidly, to leave it out the rest of the weekend as to not forget for today’s run. Not a habit I plan to develop because I think it is very tacky to keep that thing out. It makes the neighborhood look bad.

Anywho, I still had a few bags left the next morning and trotted out in my nightgown (also tacky) and got ready to dump the rest of my stuff when behold! There were several black bags of trash (filled to the brim, mind you) that I knew darn well were not mine. On top of that, they were filled with yard waste which you all know is a no-no. It wasn’t even bulk week! I was reminded of that King of the Hill episode…the same thing happened to Hank, though I was only a tad tempted to dig through the bags of trash to ID my bin-stuffer.

Mad as Cain (or McCain for that matter), I looked around and tried to see who the culprit was…yes. In my nightgown. All I did was kind of look for evidence of who might have cut some branches down recently. And of course I could not figure it out.

What would you have done? I’m sure this won’t be the last time this happens and even if I put my trash out the same day, who is to say someone won’t add last minute junk to my bin?
I need advice as a new homeowner, missing her old apartment dumpster.

I know my quest for advice is a little late, because once I got dressed that morning, I went to my computer and got to work. I typed these words:

KEEP YOUR TRASH TO YOURSELF

THIS IS A FRIENDLY REMINDER

TO THROW YOUR TRASH IN YOUR OWN BINS.

IF YOURS IS FULL, DON’T WAIT TO THE

LAST MINUTE NEXT TIME…

I posted this note on every bin on my alley. Think the neighbors hate me yet?

Rick Noriega blew his nose today

I don’t know what to do about it, but I have to know every single detail and move of U.S. Senate hopeful Rick Noriega. And it’s not by choice. I have somehow fallen into the spam trap of getting all of his press releases. And it’s not just one or two a week — it’s daily. Some of them might as well say, “Rick Noriega wiped his ass today, Sen. Cornyn doesn’t wipe his ass…” Oh,  Sen. Cornyn, of course, is our incumbent. The releases I get, as I’m sure so many others seem to get too, usually have a link at the end of it that you can click to unsubscribe but surprise, surprise — it never works.

I am the victim of repeat political emails. I get so much stuff that I don’t want — from Bush conspiracy theorists to “Texans Can’t Afford Another Cornyn Blank Check.” I think the Noriega ones bug me the most because I get them from more than one source and sometimes even twice a day.So now all I can do is set up my Outlook to send all of these useless emails to my junk folder, which still has to be checked from time to time to empty it out. IMHO, this type of propaganda doesn’t help my voting process. In fact, it endures it. I get so irritated that I feel like voting for the candidate who harasses me the least. I guess there isn’t much a political PR flap can do? to get the news out about their candidate.  I mean the only way to EVER get your good word out is to spam the crap out of journalists inboxes, right? So much for the corporate spam filter…

Doctors can kiss my ass…

I’m fed up. I’ve had it up to HERE with constant probing, testing, poking, prodding, cutting, gouging and I don’t just mean on my physical person on that last one — I’m in deep with medical bills. As some of you already know I’ve been quite ill since the early part of the year. I’ve had to change my diet entirely, stop drinking (although I had one drink here and there and regretting every minute of it afterward) and I basically am worshiping the organic food (organic EVERYTHING) gods.

After constant pain, nausea, dizziness, fatigue and feeling like hot pokers are in my stomach, I still have no answers. And now I’m facing the dilemma of having a laparoscopy which pretty much sounds like THE most invasive surgery I can think of involving my lady parts that doesn’t actually involve removing them. And for what? Just to have my doctor trample my flowers while trying to find a weed, as my father puts it. I am tired of the procedures. They never turn up enough to solve my problems. And the doctors seem to just grasp at straws — and my wallet.

I just feel that most doctors are truly disconnected from their patients. They don’t try to fit themselves in your shoes — let alone walk around them a bit and understand what they feel like. It sometimes seems that I’m floating aimlessly in a vortex where no one can reach me or care to. Where I can’t get my feet on the ground. All of this and I’m trying to be a homeowner, which means I’m still unpacking, settling in, cleaning and decorating. And that also means I have been neglecting my love of blogging — and reading them.

What do I do? Do I just go ahead and do another procedure and endure a three to five-day recovery time? Or do I just heal myself…not knowing what exactly I’m healing?

Do your sheets say something about you?

Read more here. I don’t want to re-post and plus that just sucks when stuff is duplicated all the time…

How to get over someone in a hurry…

I’m not playing the jilted gal role to the fullest *insert sarcasm.* I figured some guidance was in order to further my process. And we all know that we must learn from those who have gone to battle for you in order to gain more knowledge and a thicker skin. And of course be more prepared for the pitfalls life has in store.  So here you go, folks. My how-tos on getting over someone – fast.

Please note I’ve also posted this over at my Single is the New Relationship blog as well so forgive repeats if you read both blogs, which I doubt any of you do. But if you do, I love you for it.

1. Blog. Blog. And then when you are done blogging, blog more. Sometimes some really great people have nice things to say about what you have written. And you get the occasional funny advice from the peanut gallery. Here’s my favorite. Hint: Read the first comment.

 

2. Become a regular over in the meetup scene. I was a naysayer at first, but so far the events have been a load of fun, I get to meet new people who make me laugh and I found myself smiling more. Plus your social calendar is ALWAYS full.

 

3. Be a class act about the rejection. That doesn’t mean that you can’t dish how you REALLY feel over at your personal blog, but just be sure any emails or texts are seething with very matter-of-fact realization that you know it’s over and you will live another day. (Addendum: However, don’t be surprised if the counter reaction from your ex is twice as impersonal than the one you sent.)



 

How to dump your girlfriend with “class”

As you have read here, my ex chose the wonderful opportunity to be a real gem by passive aggressively dumping me by not calling for a week and then not bothering to check up on me after I had procedures done to see what has been making me sick. I emailed him this:

I know you didn’t ask, but I wanted to let you know I had a polyp in my stomach and have been diagnosed with Hemorrhagic gastritis and reflux esophagitis. I didn’t get further instruction until I see the doctor again. I have to have a CAT scan of my stomach and pelvis next and then probably another procedure. I really am sure you didn’t really want to know all that, but thought I would tell you since you had to be around me during my flare-ups. The polyp is being tested.

Anyway, look for a package in the mail. I will be mailing your clothing and DVDs. I’m sure you would like those back. Don’t worry. I’m not going to be some weird psycho chick about this. I won’t be emailing you again or bothering you.

Here is his business transaction (like he did ALL things) approach about it:

I’m glad to hear that they’ve finally found the cause of your ailments, and hope that can finally start addressing the pain you have been suffering thru. Thank you for the return of my stuff, I appreciate it. I hope you do well in the future, and wish you luck.

That my friends is how “real” men let you down easy.

(For the record, he doesn’t read this blog…at least I don’t think…)

 

Just retire already…

It’s just a small room with two windows facing out to office cubicles. It has a door with lock on it. It’s nothing special and quite plain. But there is a desk or two and plenty of cabinet space. I look into this little room every day. Even when the door is shut and the occupant isn’t even there, I peek in, I dream, I ponder. It’s just an office. A tiny room with the ability to shut off from the rest of the world. With the ability to give me privacy. But it’s not mine. Nor will it ever be while this occupant refuses to give it up. Or retire.

He’s a fixture here. He didn’t aways have an office. And unlike me, he’s not in management. He’s an older gentleman and has worked here for a while until they gave him a new beat. The previous occupant of this room I speak of was his boss. And since everything had changed, this guy was never here but SOMEHOW got the little room I have been coveting by default or just plain Good Old Boy system. Technically it was supposed to go to me. I’m in management, like I said before. He has the office based on wacko principal. Why does he deserve it? He’s older than me I guess. And he’s worked here longer. But I guarantee you I work more in one damn day than he does in a week. I have direct reports that I often need to speak to privately so how do I do it? Well when the conference room is occupied, I go outside.

“Hey so and so! You’ve got a raise!” (insert sound of cars going by.)

It really sucks and yes I’m bitching about it because it’s tough to do my job in a cube next to my team. I have to respond in riddles when the boss calls.

For more than the most part, the current occupant of said office sits in there and reads the damn paper. Drinks his coffee and passes out the mail. Making sure to rub it in to me by throwing lots more mail (that doesn’t even belong to me) on my already crowded cube. He doesn’t need that office. He can do that shit on his own time…on his couch.

Tired of politics…

As you can see from my latest posts, I’m not really going into the latest in political coverage. Why? Because it’s just more of the same. Not about the issues. Not about what we are going to do in Iraq. Not about the condition of our current economy. It’s about who said what. Who insulted what small town. I am just tired of all of the banter and you know the two I mean. Seems like McCain has it the easiest. He could say almost anything and the media  won’t bother to cover it.

I just have not been inspired. Besides the whirlwind that is my life lately, I just haven’t mustered enough strength to come at you guys with my latest political rant. I’m just deflated. Just damn tired and mostly disappointed. I may be a part of the media, but I can safely say they are failing you as well as the likes of me. I feel like ranting about what matters in my life. And getting it all out in the open. I feel like giving the president and the presidential candidates the finger. I feel like burning this cubicle I’m sitting in and charging a ticket to Cancun for two weeks.

Today’s political climate can kiss me where the sun should shine — right there in the middle of the sea of sand I want to bask topless in.

So this is what it feels like to give up…

Being poor sucks. But what sucks more than being poor is when your expectations are squashed because of it. As you have been reading I was looking to buy a home. I will candidly confess that one of the major incentives (and almost the main reason) was because I was going to receive $10,000 of an 8-year forgivable loan from the city of Dallas. As of this week, right in the middle of my offer to the townhome I wanted to buy, they pull the funding for homes not in their network. Meaning that if I want to seek their assistance, I have to look into the properties on their list.

I am a girl of a certain taste. Does that make me high-maintenance? I could give a shit less. What it makes me is a girl who will not compromise. I want the option to pick where I want to live and the home I want to live in for the next 10 or so years. So what does this mean? It means I stay put, bitter in the rent race and clutching the Tuaca I said I was going to give up.

 I’m still in the middle of the offer but I doubt the owner, though a great guy, will want to accept it because it will be about $10,000 less than asking price. The blessing in all of this is that I will no longer be anchored. And maybe I’ll search out Alaska again one day.

 

“Wright” and wrong

I just didn’t want to do this. Not another post about race. Feel free to peruse past posts here where I have spoken out against how race shouldn’t matter in the scheme of things. But here we are again, and this time in regards to presidential hopeful Barak Obama. Surprise, surprise.

The remarks of Sen. Obama’s pastor Jeremiah Wright are not only embarrassing but have set us back quite a pace. Stating that blacks should “damn” America instead of bless it is not only presumptuous but it’s a self-indulgent statement. How can he speak for me as a black American? Scratch that. An American. I know that in the times not too far from my own, I would not be sitting here, writing this to you all, living the life that I live today. We have our issues of race, unfortunately, but we are still leaps and bounds beyond where we were.

But maybe I’m wrong. If race was no longer the issue it was centuries ago, why are we even here now? Here RIGHT now with a half-black man who may very well be president. Everything that has surrounded this candidate has been shrouded in a cloak of racial separation. Is he black enough? Is he too black? I want to believe we are in an America that we can look pass all of this but obviously we aren’t. On all sides — whether it be the Pastor Wrights in the world or the David Dukes.

I am not saying that Obama didn’t have to speak up for his stance on his pastor’s words. They were sorely off track and because everyone became aware of this pastor’s thoughts, Obama HAD to discuss it. However, I think the reason this has become such a grand deal is because of Obama’s ethnicity. No. Half of it. I don’t think Mitt Romney had to face this kind of attack when he was questioned on being a Mormon. Not exactly the same comparison given Pastor Wright’s remarks, but if we are going to make the connection of what happens in a person’s place of worship, we should be looking at everyone’s place of faith. Not just the select few.

Religious leaders say a slough of things we don’t usually agree with — every week. Right now there is probably someone’s priest molesting a child, somene’s reverend having an affair, someone’s pastor saying something ignorant. Oh yea. That already happened…

Let’s start worrying about who is going to pull us out of this war.