I have a fondness for cafepress. There are so many awesome items on there that I just love! In the past I once managed to buy every member of my family something from them. I haven’t attempted that again, it was a freaky ordeal.
No less, they are awesome. So, when I randomly came across this the other day, I had to be informative to others. We should all check it out and give our support:
How can you throw someone’s fuckin’ food away???!!!
I work in large building. However, there are not that many people in the building at any given time. Basically, it is easy to tell whom everyone is and what, if anything, they brought for lunch. People are easy to spot by the small bag they carry in when walking into work. Simple enough.
Apparently, it’s a real complex issue.
I’m relatively small in size compared to those that work in this building. Therefore, it is quick to assume that I do not eat much. And the assumption is a good one.
I bring in the same food to eat every day: yogurt, soymilk, protein powder, a fruit, and either instant oatmeal, a multi-grain English muffin, or a snack bar. Pretty much everyone knows what I eat and what I bring in to eat.
For a while I was putting my food in the fridge upstairs. Now, it’s an industrial size, Sub-zero fridge. Nothing household about it. So, when there’s some food, randomly tucked in the back corner, of one of the drawers, you would think that you would have to go out of your way to throw something like that away. And yes, it has happened. Numerous times.
Then I found a little fridge downstairs tucked away in the corner for the girls that work in that office. I got permission to stash my food (yet again, in a very small and compact bag) there. They never had a problem with it. I’ve even forgot some food for a few days and it was there when I went back to it. Awesome. This was my new food home.
Or so I thought.
Then, one of the guys started using that fridge to house his monstrous container of wings. And they stunk so badly. Okay, not a big deal, we’ve got room for it.
So, this morning, mind you it’s the third consecutive day of putting stuff in the fridge, I see a very large, fat guy down stairs eating a yogurt that oddly enough looks just like mine. I didn’t say anything – hell, maybe he was now into the fat free gig, who am I to question it?
A few hours later, I decide to eat the English muffin that I brought in that’s hanging in the fridge with the rest of my food. Then I see my bag in the garbage. But, oddly enough, my yogurt is gone and so is my soymilk (who the fuck else likes soy milk in the place, I’d like to know). I am so fuckin’ pissed!!!! Where the FUCK does he get off, I’d like to know. He never so much as used that fridge for anything before. And now all-of-a-sudden it’s his. I stormed upstairs stewing about what I would do:
1) I could get a nice size fridge and put it in my bunk. Why not? It’s only fair that I get the same love as everyone else, even if I have to make my own.
2) I could go down there and just annihilate the man by calling him every-fuckin’-word that I could possibly conjure up at the moment.
3) I could ignore the whole fuckin’ thing and see what happens. I mean, really, what else could go wrong from here?
I have elected to do # 3. And my poor morale for this place has just taken a new rooting. I now have more ammo than I know what to do with. Of course I did document this, as I am convinced it was done on purpose, that is, with intent.
I do not undermine these men that I work with; every gesture they make, every statement they make, anything they do is done for a reason. They are a brutal bunch and just too goddamned annoying. I sit in my cube all day and just wait for the 5 o’clock buzzer. Thank God it’s Friday.
Not the greatest morning….I crashed my car. And in a bizarre way.
I was about to pull onto my road; I had slowed down at the same time signaling to take the left. More than enough time was given to the guy behind me in the Suburban (mind you I drive a Tahoe). Well, he was not paying attention and drove up on the right side of me, on the grass/woods. I was wondering what the hell he was doing and then it dawned on me that he was not paying attention and damn near rammed into me.
I would have preferred that as to what was going to take place in a matter of minutes.
I pulled into the driveway and did notice the extreme amount of water runoff from the yards of the neighbors. That had all frozen.
Not a big deal…. but it was…
I pulled into the driveway and I was not happy where I thought I should park – it looked like too much ice. So, I went to park next to my Man’s truck and skidded on the ice and slammed right into it. Unreal.
So right now, the Tahoe is attached to the Truck. I will wait for the ice to melt and then move it. But, the Tahoe is smashed.
Now, for just once, I would love not to have any Drama in my life. For one year. Is that hard to ask for? I don’t bring it on myself; this shit just always seems to happen to me on a regular basis, that doesn’t normally happen to others. My friends tell me that I live a Soap Opera Life. While I would like to think that we all live a life that may easily be reproduced by Hollywood, I am told numerous times that my life is just so obvious.
Not to get off the topic, but you’re getting the point.
So, when I request no drama….I mean NO DRAMA. I would not consider my life boring; I would see it as a year-long vacation. A nice break. I would love to just kick back and watch the world go by. Don’t get me wrong; I will be an active participant, but just without the drama.
Other people can have drama in their lives and that will more than suffice for me. But, I just don’t need these little hang-ups all the time. What are they telling me? To calm down? To do mental check? To do a status check of my life, love, etc.? To sell the Tahoe because I’ve had nothing but bad luck with it? But wait, I was IN MY DRIVEWAY. This shit should just not happen at home. But about 80% of motor vehicle accidents occur within two miles of the home. Yeah, no shit. I am so living up to that standard.
To fully understand, one must know the History of the Tahoe. I have owned this vehicle for just over one year. I have had nothing but engine trouble (check engine light was on for the entire year; they finally fixed it, maybe). I have had a quarter panel redone due to someone scratching the hell out of it, down to the metal, about the size of a half-dollar size. That was after owning it for about six months.
So now, every six months, something will happen with the Tahoe that affects its body, thus creating a need for money to cover the cost of it. Why go through insurance and give them a chance to make an excuse to raise my rates?
I think I am going to have to sell the Tahoe. Honest. I am starting to think it’s bad luck.
Which brings me to another thing….is there such a thing as bad luck?
So, I’m watching ‘Mona Lisa Smile’ at 2am the other morning. And as I’m watching it and the events are unfolding in the movie (towards the end, obviously). I find myself crying. And I then I realized why I was crying.
For as long as I have been watching movies, I have found myself quite emotional (either crying or very much near it) during movies that do not require any type of emotional response, simple movies, really. And for the longest time (up until the other day) I always found myself crying for True Love.
I have questioned the concept of True Love for almost as long as I’ve been watching these movies. That is, since I’ve been exposed to watching movies, I discovered the concept of True Love. There was a belief that there was a person out there that would love me and we would grow old and have fun together. As I grew older, I discovered sex would be an issue…in the positive, of course.
So, when I met my man, it dawned on me that things were different this time around. That there was something significant going on with this new man. Now that we’ve been together for a long time, I realize that this is True Love. Now, there were no angels singing in the backround, nor was there any new-age music nor any up-and-coming singer/songwriter performing next to me.
Now, fast-forward to now, 2am in the morning, watching ‘Mona Lisa Smile.’ As I started crying, for what I thought was finding True Love. I realized that wasn’t it. I was not crying for True Love. I was crying for Happiness. It was a matter of finding Happiness and being Happy with it. There are moments when the Happiness lasts for a little while…but not forever. And that’s what we are all looking for – forever happiness. And I realized this and of course started to cry some more. It was amazing how after all these years (since I started getting serious about watching movies, about the age of 12), that I always cried because I didn’t have a True Love. And now, YEARS later, I discover this entire time I’ve been crying because of Happiness. And how disillusioning it can be.
And the reason I’m crying about this? Because I have never known Happiness until I was older, in my early twenties. And even then, it was a struggle. My upbringing was not the greatest, though it was better than most. I had a fucked-up biological father that caused a lot of havoc in my life until I was in my early twenties when I came to terms with it (rather than just ignoring it). So for me to have Happiness, it is a big thing.
And of course I began to evaluate my current situation. But I realize that I am VERY happy. I LOVE the man I’m with, the house I’m in, the stuff I’m doing (aside from going to school, which I have had enough, but have to endure 3 more months to complete).
I have issues with my job. I love my job, just not the people I work with. Is this an issue or is this normal? I have yet to decide. I KNOW that I am going through unnecessary bullshit and that it is not the same every where else. So, the contemplation concerns on what to do, however, I am not seriously thinking about that until I have finished school.
(At this point, I am not going to get into the unhappiness that exists within the world, perhaps another day).
Then Diana emails me the other day with this book she wants to get “The Art of Happiness at Work” by The Dalai Lama. Who better to write on this subject than him? Then I get to thinking that I should read this book, as well. Nevermind that I should also read “The Art of Happiness.” No less, both are now on my Wish List.
In the end, it IS about being happy and having Happiness in your life. Perhaps not in all aspects, but in as many as can be possible. So, I toast you all to Happiness in 2006.
Now I must share with you the Straight Jacket Pattern.
This pattern comes out of “Better Homes and Gardens: Learn to Knit: A Beginners Guide to Knitting.” They title it ‘Short Poncho.’
I was thrilled to use the Lion Brand Jiffy Thick and Quick yarn. I thought the yarn was pretty neat. It is a bit difficult to work with, compared to the stringy fun stuff that I’ve always used.
The pattern called for size 15 circular needles. I love knitting on circular needles.
I have all my materials, so, I set out to knit this project. I had it done within two weeks, and that was based on knitting when I had the time to fit it in. This is a quick project, thus one of the reasons that I chose it.
I just finished this one as a UFO in that I only had to knit the last two rows, then weave in the tails. Simple enough. That said, it was finished. Yea…..oh no……wait a minute….I have to try this thing on! So, I put on what I think I would be wearing when using this – a turtleneck. And no lie – I look like I am in a straight jacket. I cannot wear it in public. There is no room for me to move my arms about. This is a perfect compliment to any outfit if you wish to be immobile. When you walk, you look like a person in a straight jacket walking. It is just so insane.
If anyone does make this piece, PLEASE let me know how yours came about! I would like to know how someone else made out with this project.
I wanted to post a picture of the compledted project, however, I was unable to figure that out…..
“If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.”
~Florynce R. Kennedy, 1973
So, here I am. On the couch, desperately searching for a good movie to watch; preferably one that I have not seen before. In between commercials (or adjustments on the couch) I evaluate my illness: still sick, heavy-head syndrome, and noticed the increase in pressure in the right ear. I already think I have some hearing loss in that ear, but I think this cold is just not helping things any….
Then I get my mail……..
I love Planned Parenthood. Now that that’s out of the way. I received a notice from Planned Parenthood on the Supreme Court Nominee Samuel Alito, whom is against abortion. Or we shouldn’t say that, he has not come directly out to state that he is against it, he does not feel that there is anything in the Constitution that pertains to it. Umm….hello? Anyone home? But, there is a good picture of Alito talking with Bush looking on with a smirk. Do not attempt to get me going on Bush. (I’ll do that on my own at some other point when he embarrasses himself – thus the Nation – in a bizarre statement about something very menial or important, it’s hard to tell with him).
So, check out SaveROE to read more about this huge issue that one would think should have ended more than 30 years ago when the decision was made. Oh wait….my bad…this was a right given to WOMEN. That’s why there is an issue. Duh…what’s wrong with me sometimes? If this were an issue pertaining to men, then there would be no more discussing it. Thirty years later, it would be a natural thing, like insurance covering medicines for erectile dysfunction. And there still exists insurances that will not cover the Pill. Then again, erectile dysfunction is mentioned in the DSM-IV…..
So, do what you can to NOT support this Nominee!
Here is another link to check out:
NAF
And a blog: Blogging Alito
Bear with me…I am simple yet opinionated.
“George W. Bush will protect your unborn fetus, then send your grown child to die in war.” ~Rick Claro
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