Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
What does your "little" voice say?
What does your "little" voice say?
when you are all alone at night
What does your "little" voice say?
the one that no one hears but you
What does your "little" voice say?
the tiny little voice
that lives in your secret darkness
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say you are good enough
pretty enough
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say you are special
that you have talent
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that you are plain
and average
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that you are a failure
not smart
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that are wrong
that you are not good
What does your "little" voice say?
when you are all alone at night
What does your "little" voice say?
What?
when you are all alone at night
What does your "little" voice say?
the one that no one hears but you
What does your "little" voice say?
the tiny little voice
that lives in your secret darkness
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say you are good enough
pretty enough
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say you are special
that you have talent
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that you are plain
and average
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that you are a failure
not smart
What does your "little" voice say?
does it say that are wrong
that you are not good
What does your "little" voice say?
when you are all alone at night
What does your "little" voice say?
What?
Here's a quote for ya....
From the High Priestess:
If you ever want to feel like you are speaking Hebrew to a Buddhist....
try explaining freedom of expression to a redneck
If you ever want to feel like you are speaking Hebrew to a Buddhist....
try explaining freedom of expression to a redneck
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Speaking of putting things in perspective...
I've just come home from a memorail
for yet another rider
John "Red Dog" Farmere
this man was the heart and soul of the
Luxton IronHorse MC Rally for 6 years
Luxton IronHorse MC Rally for 6 years
I chaired the Ride for Sight in BC for 4 years
and he and I met as we (the Ride for Sight)
partnered with them for a couple of years....
When the RFS had to leave Luxton
(not a decision I made but a corporate one)
Red made the decision to close the IronHorse
and I took a lot of heat
from riders I didn't even know
saying if I'd have stayed with Luxton
there would still be both and IronHorse
and a RFS in BC.
I felt guilty about it cos in my heart
I thought maybe it was true
I got a call from Red one day
just to tell me that he'd heard
I was taking some heat
and he wanted me to know
that the decision to fold
had nothing to do with me
that it might in fact have something to do
with the RFS pulling out
but not me as a person.
today I was struck yet again
by the sadness of another family
lossing someone too soon.
FARMERE, JOHN Monday, 12 Feb 2007
JOHN FARMERE (Red Dog) 1946 to 2007 Red, beloved spouse, father, grandfather passed peacefully February 12th, 2007 at the young age of 60. Red is survived by his loving family, daughter, Tara, grandchildren, Karli, Nicholas, and loving spouse, Karen and her children, Len, Jennifer, and their families. Red Dog will be greatly missed by his large extended family and many friends. “RIDE WITH THE WIND” A celebration of Red’s life will be held at Luxton Hall, Langford, Sunday, February 25th at 2pm.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
did ya ever?
did ya ever wonder
about what it is
that makes you loveable?
and transversely
unloveable?
one would think that a single woman
of my age and stature
would
funnily enough I don't often
but there are times....
tonight I watched the movie
"I walk the line"
the Johnny Cash - June Carter love story
I don't normally go "in" for the love stories
and I've never been a real Carter and Cash fan
I was suprised to find out that I knew the words
to most of the songs in the sound track
I was surprised to see what a junkie he was
and how he travelled the road to hell and back
I guess I must have known about it
but I don't cognizantly remember it
and in the end - I was surprised at the level
of "love story" it was
Johnny fell in love with June
likely before they even met
and spent his whole life prior to actually marrying her
in love and desperate to be with her
in spite of both of their previous marriages
and his addiction
when they married
they stayed committed to each other
they were married for 35 years
June Carter died in May of 2003
and Johnny died 4 mths later
almost like he didn't care to live without her
it made me wonder what it was
that made them love each other
thru thick and thin
all their lives
was it chemistry?
was it genetic?
was it esoteric?
was it spiritual?
was it mystical?
compatability?
camaraderie?
adulation?
tenderness?
hot monkey sex?
what?
what key ingredient was it
that made it "necessary" to each of them
to make them love each other?
what key ingredient was it
that made it "necessary" for them
to be with each other?
what was it that they had about them
that I apparenlty don't have?
sometimes I wonder
is all
about what it is
that makes you loveable?
and transversely
unloveable?
one would think that a single woman
of my age and stature
would
funnily enough I don't often
but there are times....
tonight I watched the movie
"I walk the line"
the Johnny Cash - June Carter love story
I don't normally go "in" for the love stories
and I've never been a real Carter and Cash fan
I was suprised to find out that I knew the words
to most of the songs in the sound track
I was surprised to see what a junkie he was
and how he travelled the road to hell and back
I guess I must have known about it
but I don't cognizantly remember it
and in the end - I was surprised at the level
of "love story" it was
Johnny fell in love with June
likely before they even met
and spent his whole life prior to actually marrying her
in love and desperate to be with her
in spite of both of their previous marriages
and his addiction
when they married
they stayed committed to each other
they were married for 35 years
June Carter died in May of 2003
and Johnny died 4 mths later
almost like he didn't care to live without her
it made me wonder what it was
that made them love each other
thru thick and thin
all their lives
was it chemistry?
was it genetic?
was it esoteric?
was it spiritual?
was it mystical?
compatability?
camaraderie?
adulation?
tenderness?
hot monkey sex?
what?
what key ingredient was it
that made it "necessary" to each of them
to make them love each other?
what key ingredient was it
that made it "necessary" for them
to be with each other?
what was it that they had about them
that I apparenlty don't have?
sometimes I wonder
is all
Friday, February 23, 2007
Respect according to ODP...
there's a fellow on one of my forums that is a writer...and sometimes he's pretty profound...
There is a lot said about Respect among Bikers and Wannabe Bikers, as if it is some mystic plateau reached with a possessions, physical stature, or perhaps a station in life. Unless you are 12 years old, physical stature has nothing to do with Respect. Toys, though much larger now, do not earn Respect. Having a position with a company or an office in government merits a certain regard for the position, but does nothing for how an individual is regarded by their peers. I may treat you respectfully out of courtesy, but I do not respect you until I get to know who you are as an individual. Let me be clear...
Regarding Respect: Wearing black leather, having tattoos to extreme, and riding a Harley means diddly squat.. Being seven foot tall does not make you a man (even if you can whip every other man in your hemisphere).. Belonging to some group or club is no automatic ticket to the Respect arena.. Being president of a company, CEO of a mega-profitable corporation, successful Casino manager, or any place of higher standing in your journey through life, does not earn the Respect of those around you. Idiots and worthless boobs come in all disguises, official classes, and weight categories.
It is very unlikely you will earn the Respect of those to whom you show no Respect. I was once told, many years ago as a child, "If you want the other kids to like you, you should try to like them first. "It was good advice then, and still works among men today, except for the occasional rude jerk.
Respect is a natural response product of personal integrity, ability, knowledge, courtesy, and polite behavior. It comes in direct proportions to who you present yourself to be as a human being. Disrespect is a natural reaction to rudeness, self-centered behavior, and a lack of regard for those around you. It, too, is regulated by your behavior. Among grown men, it is impossible to Respect someone who resorts to childish name calling in hopes of making a stronger argument. I would assume the same is true among women..
Just food for thought among thinking adults... ODP
There is a lot said about Respect among Bikers and Wannabe Bikers, as if it is some mystic plateau reached with a possessions, physical stature, or perhaps a station in life. Unless you are 12 years old, physical stature has nothing to do with Respect. Toys, though much larger now, do not earn Respect. Having a position with a company or an office in government merits a certain regard for the position, but does nothing for how an individual is regarded by their peers. I may treat you respectfully out of courtesy, but I do not respect you until I get to know who you are as an individual. Let me be clear...
Regarding Respect: Wearing black leather, having tattoos to extreme, and riding a Harley means diddly squat.. Being seven foot tall does not make you a man (even if you can whip every other man in your hemisphere).. Belonging to some group or club is no automatic ticket to the Respect arena.. Being president of a company, CEO of a mega-profitable corporation, successful Casino manager, or any place of higher standing in your journey through life, does not earn the Respect of those around you. Idiots and worthless boobs come in all disguises, official classes, and weight categories.
It is very unlikely you will earn the Respect of those to whom you show no Respect. I was once told, many years ago as a child, "If you want the other kids to like you, you should try to like them first. "It was good advice then, and still works among men today, except for the occasional rude jerk.
Respect is a natural response product of personal integrity, ability, knowledge, courtesy, and polite behavior. It comes in direct proportions to who you present yourself to be as a human being. Disrespect is a natural reaction to rudeness, self-centered behavior, and a lack of regard for those around you. It, too, is regulated by your behavior. Among grown men, it is impossible to Respect someone who resorts to childish name calling in hopes of making a stronger argument. I would assume the same is true among women..
Just food for thought among thinking adults... ODP
Thursday, February 22, 2007
One of Life’s Greatest Lessons
Is the lesson of putting things in perspective
I have a friend named Bill.
Bill and I worked together for 3 years
he’s a jolly fellow
always quick with a laugh and a hug
oddly enough
when I started working on my new job
Bill’s wife works across the hall from me in the same building
Christmas day Bill was called by his Dr
he has inoperable cancer of the spine and brain
and he is to come to the Vancouver Cancer Clinic immediately
if not sooner
if you catch the right “boat” and the traffic is going your way
you can be there in 4 hours
No small trauma for Bill and his wife
Bill undergoes treatment
during which he looses he huge head of hair
and about 50 lbs
he is week and sickly
but is showing his “stiff upper lip”
Bill is allowed to come home the end of January
as long as he keeps his “treatment” up
at the Victoria Cancer Clinic
and he does so faithfully
last Friday Bill received a call
from the Vancouver Clinic again
GET HERE NOW! they say
He calls his wife
she rushes home from work
they jump in their vehicle
catch a boat, race thru traffic
and make it there in 4 hours
Only to be told that the treatment
that they are providing him
could have been done at home.
I gotta say
I’m learning from Bill
Life is about getting things in perspective...about discovering what's important
There but for the grace of all the gods
go you and I
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
cont'd
so here's another thing I know
when you open yourself up to love someone
you are also opening yourself up to be hurt
you are offering your power to those you care for
whether it's a marital relationship
a sexual relationship
a illicit relationship
a friendship
or just an
acquaintance
when you open yourself up
with love in your heart
you are risking being hurt
the key is to learn
from the hurt
and to never stop being open
the key is to
never stop loving
when you open yourself up to love someone
you are also opening yourself up to be hurt
you are offering your power to those you care for
whether it's a marital relationship
a sexual relationship
a illicit relationship
a friendship
or just an
acquaintance
when you open yourself up
with love in your heart
you are risking being hurt
the key is to learn
from the hurt
and to never stop being open
the key is to
never stop loving
I've always had
I've always had a rather extensive
sense of community
a big picture
sense of community
so it came as no surprise to me
that I have been the kind of person
to strike up lasting friendships
via the internet
and that's why
it came as no surprise to me
that I have been able
to build relationships
with people up and down this Island
I have been able to make
what I believe to be
real friendships here...
I've also been the kind of person
that gives a lot
so much so
that it made me physically ill on occasion
and so much so that I probably
didn't learn how to accept it well
when people do for me
which is why it comes as a surprise to me
when I get tarred and feathered
by association
maybe I need to be more obsequious
more flattering
more verbal with my thanks...
maybe I need to find a way to grovel
then again
maybe not
sense of community
a big picture
sense of community
so it came as no surprise to me
that I have been the kind of person
to strike up lasting friendships
via the internet
and that's why
it came as no surprise to me
that I have been able
to build relationships
with people up and down this Island
I have been able to make
what I believe to be
real friendships here...
I've also been the kind of person
that gives a lot
so much so
that it made me physically ill on occasion
and so much so that I probably
didn't learn how to accept it well
when people do for me
which is why it comes as a surprise to me
when I get tarred and feathered
by association
maybe I need to be more obsequious
more flattering
more verbal with my thanks...
maybe I need to find a way to grovel
then again
maybe not
just so I'm clear
I'm sad
I'm watching someone else's childishness
reflect itself upon my day to day living
I stand to loose people as friends here
and I have done nothing wrong
but beg for understanding
people apparently don't read what you write
the read what they want to see
what their perception of you is
it is so sad
and so disappointing
I'm watching someone else's childishness
reflect itself upon my day to day living
I stand to loose people as friends here
and I have done nothing wrong
but beg for understanding
people apparently don't read what you write
the read what they want to see
what their perception of you is
it is so sad
and so disappointing
Just so as to be clear....
Trust: reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence
Integrity: adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
Honor: high respect, as for worth, merit, or rank: to be held in honor
Respect: esteem for a sense of worth or excellence of a personk a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manisfestiation of a personal quality or ability. I have great respect for her judgement. ....deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or somethink considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courstesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect the elderly
Friendship: the state of being a friend, association as friends: to value a person's friendship
Integrity: adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
Honor: high respect, as for worth, merit, or rank: to be held in honor
Respect: esteem for a sense of worth or excellence of a personk a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manisfestiation of a personal quality or ability. I have great respect for her judgement. ....deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or somethink considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courstesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect the elderly
Friendship: the state of being a friend, association as friends: to value a person's friendship
Monday, February 19, 2007
Funny that....
I can't get over how disappointed I am in all these people that professed to be "family"
here's a quote for them all - call it a suggestion...call it a warning
"Fasten your seat belts kiddies....
It's going to be a bumpy night!" - Bette Davis
Friday, February 16, 2007
Here's a thought....
Moral cowardice that keeps us from speaking our minds is as dangerous to this country as irresponsible talk.
The right way is not always the popular and easy way.
Standing for right when it is unpopular is a true test of moral character.
- Margaret Chase Smith
The right way is not always the popular and easy way.
Standing for right when it is unpopular is a true test of moral character.
- Margaret Chase Smith
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Passive Agressive
I'll tell ya....
I've had it right up to fucking here
with passive agressive behaviour
behaviour facilitated by master manipulators
under the guise of friendship
touting brotherhood and respect
I am sick to death
of the games
being played with my life
people seem to think that they can guilt me
into doing what they want
or they think I should do
by backing me into a corner
and trying to make me feel bad
about wanting to do
what I want to do
what the fuck happened to respect?
ohhhhhhhhh!
I get it.....
it's only a question of respect
when you apply it to yourself
when I apply it
it's nothing
ya
well
I've had it right up to fucking here
and again....
just in case you didn't hear me the last time
ya'll can kiss my ass if you think you can force me
to do what I don't want to do
to quote a friend of mine:
"I am NOT a bitch to be fucked with." (thanks Tam)
I am soon to stop playing these fucking games
on the dime!
to get back about
the business of living my life
for me
doing what I want
when I want
and fuck you
if you think you can
force me into changing!
that's right
FUCK YOU
and the horse you rode in on
I've had it right up to fucking here
with passive agressive behaviour
behaviour facilitated by master manipulators
under the guise of friendship
touting brotherhood and respect
I am sick to death
of the games
being played with my life
people seem to think that they can guilt me
into doing what they want
or they think I should do
by backing me into a corner
and trying to make me feel bad
about wanting to do
what I want to do
what the fuck happened to respect?
ohhhhhhhhh!
I get it.....
it's only a question of respect
when you apply it to yourself
when I apply it
it's nothing
ya
well
I've had it right up to fucking here
and again....
just in case you didn't hear me the last time
ya'll can kiss my ass if you think you can force me
to do what I don't want to do
to quote a friend of mine:
"I am NOT a bitch to be fucked with." (thanks Tam)
I am soon to stop playing these fucking games
on the dime!
to get back about
the business of living my life
for me
doing what I want
when I want
and fuck you
if you think you can
force me into changing!
that's right
FUCK YOU
and the horse you rode in on
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
NOW HEAR THIS!
I can't believe I have to repeat this...
those of you that like to read my blog
should do so with the understanding
that this is where I think out loud
and if I don't agree with you
or don't like you
this is where it's gonna happen
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
and those whiny wanking fucktards
that are reading this
and using it
to cause trouble
should
KISS MY FAT WHITE ASS!
I am sooo done with you it ain't even haha
now
go back about yer business
those of you that like to read my blog
should do so with the understanding
that this is where I think out loud
and if I don't agree with you
or don't like you
this is where it's gonna happen
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
and those whiny wanking fucktards
that are reading this
and using it
to cause trouble
should
KISS MY FAT WHITE ASS!
I am sooo done with you it ain't even haha
now
go back about yer business
I am
I am a garlic mashed potatoe ho
what's a fat broad to do?
on another front
one of the guys in my riding club
posts an extremely tasteless joke on our forum
about the sexual predilections of a fellow member
a member with whom he is very close friends
our provincial officer calls me several times to "strongly" suggests
that it be removed
my first officer thinks that while it's in poor taste
he abhors censorship so we won't
the provincial officer says that as we are not a private forum
this joke will give people the impression that we aren't nice
I says...but it's ok with you guys to post racist joke
or sexist jokes
or jokes about religions
or jokes about mental capacity
so while I find the joke to be ugly
I'm leaving the damn thing alone in the spirit of non censorship
but it's buggin the hell outta me!
so I go to bed feeling rather disgruntled
I shut everything off and is my won't I walk thru completely darkness to my room
thinking that those 'blackout ' drapes where a good investment
and go out like a light (cos I'm medicated to do so)
I wake up at 12:28 to broad daylight in my living room
and an absolute "feeling" like there is someone in my home
I grab for the phone - and then make myself lay there for a minute
before calling 911
my apartment is small enough that even if someone were here
I'd be able to hear them breathe
finally I get up and come into the living room
snapping the rest of the lights on as I go
and there's no one there
but my brightest living room lamp
the one with the extra bright light bulb for reading
is on
I have no idea how that happened
but there was no one there
I turned the light out
went back to bed
and for the rest of the night deampt
of kidnapped babies
wonder what caused alla that?
what's a fat broad to do?
on another front
one of the guys in my riding club
posts an extremely tasteless joke on our forum
about the sexual predilections of a fellow member
a member with whom he is very close friends
our provincial officer calls me several times to "strongly" suggests
that it be removed
my first officer thinks that while it's in poor taste
he abhors censorship so we won't
the provincial officer says that as we are not a private forum
this joke will give people the impression that we aren't nice
I says...but it's ok with you guys to post racist joke
or sexist jokes
or jokes about religions
or jokes about mental capacity
so while I find the joke to be ugly
I'm leaving the damn thing alone in the spirit of non censorship
but it's buggin the hell outta me!
so I go to bed feeling rather disgruntled
I shut everything off and is my won't I walk thru completely darkness to my room
thinking that those 'blackout ' drapes where a good investment
and go out like a light (cos I'm medicated to do so)
I wake up at 12:28 to broad daylight in my living room
and an absolute "feeling" like there is someone in my home
I grab for the phone - and then make myself lay there for a minute
before calling 911
my apartment is small enough that even if someone were here
I'd be able to hear them breathe
finally I get up and come into the living room
snapping the rest of the lights on as I go
and there's no one there
but my brightest living room lamp
the one with the extra bright light bulb for reading
is on
I have no idea how that happened
but there was no one there
I turned the light out
went back to bed
and for the rest of the night deampt
of kidnapped babies
wonder what caused alla that?
Monday, February 12, 2007
hmmmmmmm?
my boss is being such a bitch
do da
do da
if she don't let up
sometime soon
do da
do da
I'm gonna be unemployed
all the do da day!!!
do da
do da
if she don't let up
sometime soon
do da
do da
I'm gonna be unemployed
all the do da day!!!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
does anyone else?
does anyone else find it disconcerting
that we as adults
are becoming caretakers
of our parents?
it weirds me out
first of all - there's the Voice of Doom
aka Mom
she spends hours each day talking to her sister
and then gets off the phone and tells me that her sister is a recluse and gets all her political views from Larry King Live
well uhhhhmmm Mom?
yer a freakin recluse and get all your political views from Larry King Live!
hello?
Dad calls
he's having computer problems
wants me to walk him thru installing a new printer
I give him directions
he writes them down
an hour later he phones to yell at me
cos his computer is "napping"
whaddaya mean napping?
well when I turn it on it comes up to my picture but nothing else
oh...well whaddaya mean nothing else? can you see the cursor?
what's a cursor?
the mouse arrow? can you see it?
ayup
can you see the start button?
nope
have you restarted the computer?
why would I do that?
*sigh*
last night the VOD and I had a huge argument...
after I got this new job I was in the position to have to shop for a used car
she never drives her's
so she told me to stop shopping and drive her's
but (there's always a but eh?)
somehow the act of driving her car is supposed to have made me clairvoyant
and I should be able to announce that "today I will take you to town to go to the bank"
all she has to do is say..."I should go to the bank soon"
but no
we have to play this fucking passive aggressive guessing game
in which she get's pissy till I get pissed
and then it's ok for her to yell at me
and to tell everyone in the family what a bitch I am
(ya ain't seen bitch yet old woman)
*sigh*
I've said it before
and I'll say it again....
I have all the trials and tribulations of being a married person
with none of the fun!
that we as adults
are becoming caretakers
of our parents?
it weirds me out
first of all - there's the Voice of Doom
aka Mom
she spends hours each day talking to her sister
and then gets off the phone and tells me that her sister is a recluse and gets all her political views from Larry King Live
well uhhhhmmm Mom?
yer a freakin recluse and get all your political views from Larry King Live!
hello?
Dad calls
he's having computer problems
wants me to walk him thru installing a new printer
I give him directions
he writes them down
an hour later he phones to yell at me
cos his computer is "napping"
whaddaya mean napping?
well when I turn it on it comes up to my picture but nothing else
oh...well whaddaya mean nothing else? can you see the cursor?
what's a cursor?
the mouse arrow? can you see it?
ayup
can you see the start button?
nope
have you restarted the computer?
why would I do that?
*sigh*
last night the VOD and I had a huge argument...
after I got this new job I was in the position to have to shop for a used car
she never drives her's
so she told me to stop shopping and drive her's
but (there's always a but eh?)
somehow the act of driving her car is supposed to have made me clairvoyant
and I should be able to announce that "today I will take you to town to go to the bank"
all she has to do is say..."I should go to the bank soon"
but no
we have to play this fucking passive aggressive guessing game
in which she get's pissy till I get pissed
and then it's ok for her to yell at me
and to tell everyone in the family what a bitch I am
(ya ain't seen bitch yet old woman)
*sigh*
I've said it before
and I'll say it again....
I have all the trials and tribulations of being a married person
with none of the fun!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Coffee with free entertainment
a little Riding Club humor....
I have a little story to tell ya'll about that place we go for coffee....you all may remember that we left that place last year cos the service was so poor...I like to think that we scared them and now that we're back they have reversed their practices so much that they are virtually paying us to stay!
the last time I was there for coffee on a Sunday I gave this young "trainee" named Damon a $10.00 bill to pay for my breaky - he should have given me a $5.00 bill and some change but what he handed me was a $10.00 bill and some change - so I told him that it was the wrong color and he got all huffy with me like I was casting aspersions but eventually believed me and thanked me.....
so tonight myself Roady, Scooby and Scrappy are there first...after our initial greetings and coffee purchases Scrappy decides she's gonna try one of them new "very cherry" donuts and goes up to this Damon at the counter to get one....she pays him with a loonie...the donut is $.80 plus tax = $.85 ....Damon the Nuclear Physicist (and shall be known as such from here on in) give her $.85 change and walks away.
Scrappy looks at the donut, looks at the change, looks at the donut and then comes back to the table shaking her head....once she get's over the initial shock of the encounter she goes back to the counter to tell the "poor kid" aka Nuclear Physicist that he'd fupped up the change thing....she goes through the whole story about he should have given her $.15 change not $.85 etc etc so as to completely explain the error of his ways and the kid (the Nuclear Physicist) goes..."nawwww...you sure?"
Scrappy assures him that indeed he was in error and as she doesn't want his cash to be out he'd best take the $.85 and give her the $.15....
the Nuclear Physicist goes off to get the manager (the new one that yells alla time) and she opens the drawer...and the Nuclear Physicist hands Scrappy $15.00 and walks away!
Scappy is farkempt...she's so farklempt she can't talk. She comes back to our table and it takes her like 20 minutes to convince herself that she's not at fault nor has she lost her marbles and that the kid's not too bright and she'd best start this little project over again...
In the meantime - I go to get a donut and over hear the manager (the one that yells alla time) holler at Damon (Nuclear Physicist) "I just closed yer till drawer...you gotta close that thing man...that's why yer cash is always short!" I almost said ...."uhhhhhhhm excuse me...no it's not..." but I figured I'd leave that to Scrappy
So the 4 of us have a conversation about telling the manager or the kid and Scrappy decides she doesn't want to get the kid in trouble - so she waits till he comes out to clean up the tables and she pulls him aside and tells him the whoooole damn story over again to which he answers "I ain't gonna get in trouble...are you sure you're right?" and then goes and gets the manager (the one that yells alla time) to open the drawer and puts the $15.00 away
So we've all had a good laugh and Scrappy is out $.15
small price to pay for all that entertainment!
I have a little story to tell ya'll about that place we go for coffee....you all may remember that we left that place last year cos the service was so poor...I like to think that we scared them and now that we're back they have reversed their practices so much that they are virtually paying us to stay!
the last time I was there for coffee on a Sunday I gave this young "trainee" named Damon a $10.00 bill to pay for my breaky - he should have given me a $5.00 bill and some change but what he handed me was a $10.00 bill and some change - so I told him that it was the wrong color and he got all huffy with me like I was casting aspersions but eventually believed me and thanked me.....
so tonight myself Roady, Scooby and Scrappy are there first...after our initial greetings and coffee purchases Scrappy decides she's gonna try one of them new "very cherry" donuts and goes up to this Damon at the counter to get one....she pays him with a loonie...the donut is $.80 plus tax = $.85 ....Damon the Nuclear Physicist (and shall be known as such from here on in) give her $.85 change and walks away.
Scrappy looks at the donut, looks at the change, looks at the donut and then comes back to the table shaking her head....once she get's over the initial shock of the encounter she goes back to the counter to tell the "poor kid" aka Nuclear Physicist that he'd fupped up the change thing....she goes through the whole story about he should have given her $.15 change not $.85 etc etc so as to completely explain the error of his ways and the kid (the Nuclear Physicist) goes..."nawwww...you sure?"
Scrappy assures him that indeed he was in error and as she doesn't want his cash to be out he'd best take the $.85 and give her the $.15....
the Nuclear Physicist goes off to get the manager (the new one that yells alla time) and she opens the drawer...and the Nuclear Physicist hands Scrappy $15.00 and walks away!
Scappy is farkempt...she's so farklempt she can't talk. She comes back to our table and it takes her like 20 minutes to convince herself that she's not at fault nor has she lost her marbles and that the kid's not too bright and she'd best start this little project over again...
In the meantime - I go to get a donut and over hear the manager (the one that yells alla time) holler at Damon (Nuclear Physicist) "I just closed yer till drawer...you gotta close that thing man...that's why yer cash is always short!" I almost said ...."uhhhhhhhm excuse me...no it's not..." but I figured I'd leave that to Scrappy
So the 4 of us have a conversation about telling the manager or the kid and Scrappy decides she doesn't want to get the kid in trouble - so she waits till he comes out to clean up the tables and she pulls him aside and tells him the whoooole damn story over again to which he answers "I ain't gonna get in trouble...are you sure you're right?" and then goes and gets the manager (the one that yells alla time) to open the drawer and puts the $15.00 away
So we've all had a good laugh and Scrappy is out $.15
small price to pay for all that entertainment!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Love Scopes
what a joke! Leo - Your Love Profile |
 You're almost always the center of attention - and easy for potential dates to spot Your happiness and optimism is appealing to all... and contagious! You don't hold grudges - getting over little fights is no problem for you Your negative traits: You tend to ignore relationship problems, until they are too big to handle You crave luxury, and you are disappointed with partners who can't provide you with it If someone does you wrong, you'll coldly and cruelly break their heart Your ideal partner: Someone high status enough to bring you more attention - but not so great that they upstage you Makes you laugh and brings excitement to everything you do together Is aggressive and confident enough to butt heads with you every so often Your dating style: High expectations. You need to be impressed with an incredible first date for a second one to occur. Your seduction style: You like to make the first move - you're fearless about initiating things Passionate. You really get into any intimate act. Aggressive. Most of the time, you find yourself wanting sex more than your partner. Tips for the future: Try to not need so much attention. You'll feel less ignored, guaranteed. Learn to love your partner for who they are - not how they help advance your life. Let your partner shine occasionally. You don't always have to be the alpha dog. Best color to attract mate: Gold Best day for a date: Sunday |
mistake
so I tried to go back to work today
lasted till 3 pm
then yakked all over the place
again with the
"if you see a plastic bag on the ground -
don't kick it - it's my lung"
oy vey - what a mistake
lasted till 3 pm
then yakked all over the place
again with the
"if you see a plastic bag on the ground -
don't kick it - it's my lung"
oy vey - what a mistake
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
borrrrrinnnnnggg!
ok
here I am 5 days later
and I'm at the "Aqualung" stage of this cold
you know
"snot running down his face"
holy crap this is boring
I can't stay awake long enough
to read
day time tv sucks
wa wa wa wa wa
I'm goin back to bed and I won't be back till I feel better
promise!
here I am 5 days later
and I'm at the "Aqualung" stage of this cold
you know
"snot running down his face"
holy crap this is boring
I can't stay awake long enough
to read
day time tv sucks
wa wa wa wa wa
I'm goin back to bed and I won't be back till I feel better
promise!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I woke up sick
again....
throat feels
like I've been sucking
razor blades
still and all -
this business of being sick
doesn't happen near as often
as it used to
in the onward struggle
of life
throat feels
like I've been sucking
razor blades
still and all -
this business of being sick
doesn't happen near as often
as it used to
and that's good news
so I should thank my lucky stars....
on another front
I'm operating from a position of wonderment
at the moment
due to timing and circumstances
and some real
communication
I have been re-united with
some ladies
that I've been sorely missing
over the last two years
that's truly good news
I hope that it's a re-birth
another beginning
a start of yet another chapter
and it makes me happy to think of it
in the onward struggle
of life
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