O America.

So we have all heard and even experienced how overweight/obese the American population is. If not, get out of your hole and look around. Sure there is a small percentage of the population where a medical condition causes their obesity, but that percentage is certainly small.  The other part of the population that is obese due to laziness, well that is just inexcusable.  

I witnesses inexcusable actions last week, and although the actions were inexcusable, I found it quite humorous.

So I went to my least favorite Starbucks, which is in a Target.  Who puts a Starbucks in Target?  Also, who puts a Pizza Hut in Target?  Weird to me, but I definitely was amused by these two women, mother and daugther (not to mention extremely overweight), who apparently had dinner at this Pizza Hut in Target.   There is the first problem.  Here is the second problem.

I ordered my grande bold coffee, and apparently had to wait a day and a half to get it. That's besides the point, anyway......while waiting by the Starbucks counter, this mother and daughter had already ordered their dinner from Pizza Hut, but they had their drink cups in hand.  With their extra large cups and dome-like lids, they walked over to the self-serve pop/slushie machine.  What comes next was totally outrageous, to me anyway.  The mother filled up her extra large cup to the top, put the lid on, and walked back to the Pizza Hut counter.  This seemed somewhat normal. Not OK, but normal.  Well now the daughter was up.  The daughter took her extra large cup

• filled it halfway with Pepsi
• chugged the Pepsi
• filled it halfway with slushie
• chugged the slushie
• put the dome-like lid on the extra large cup
• filled the cup up with slushie to the point the slush was spewing over top of the hole in the lid.

This cannot be normal.  Well for these people, it apparently is.   But I guess the point I am trying make is really?  We wonder why as a society we are overweight, well folks there is your answer.  People are lazy and have no self-control(I guess this could be said for a lot of problems too!).

Shawn Jackson is Tim Tebow.

This is correct Shawn Jackson is Tim Tebow from my perspective (or should I say my old perspective Before judgements are made, either way mind you, just hear me outThere is pretty much a hatred toward Tebow at the moment, right?  We hate the guy because he isn't the greatest QB, but somehow is managing to win football games.  We hate the guy because of all the charity work he does?  We hate his God-like attitude, and his Christian side. But why?  We hate his attitude, his demeanor, his overall character as a person.  Again, but why?   Are any of these qualities bad qualities?  Um, no.  These are all great qualities that Tebow has, not only as a football player, but as a human being!  We criticize Tebow for all of this, but then we also criticize players like Michael Vick, Albert Haynesworth, and the rest of the dipshits that are creating a bad reputation for themselves.  This doesn't make sense, pick one!!!!  Nonetheless, that really is not the point I am trying to make.     

Because this world has turned into idiot central, people don't believe in a decent human being when all facts say otherwise.  All this hatred for Tebow is stemming from the public thoughts' .....this guy can't be for real?   how can he do no wrong?  how does he win football games without being a 'real' quarterback.  there has to be something wrong?  he has to have some past mess ups.  there has to be some 'bad' in a guy like this, he can't always be this nice and generous.  Well guess what folks he is, and so is Shawn Jackson.  

When I first met Jackson, I was very hesitant.  Well, with my track record in relationships, who wouldn't be?  Anyway, he was quite the gentleman (he still is though), he would open doors and such, you know the basics.   Well then he bought me flowers,  made me lunches to go, made me breakfast.  I was like, wow this is different.  Funny story.  The first time he bought me flowers, I think gave him a disgusted look and said, 'What did you do?"  He, at that point, was probably laughing, and said "Nothing, why?"  Well, when you are not used to getting flowers regularly, this act of kindness generates questions.  Besides these acts of kindness, he never got mad at me, never yelled at me.  You know I can be a clumsy person...spilling beverages, dropping eyeliner caps down the bathroom sink, spilling body wash all over the bathroom floor at 6am, and not once did he get mad at me (or at least never showed it, lol).  To me, this all qualified as unusual behavior.  These are all reasons that made me think...what is wrong with this guy?  there has to be a mean streak?  there has to be some underlying issue I do not know about?  i really don't get it.  can somebody be this nice?   Apparently, he really is this nice.  

Like Tebow, where everybody is waiting for some deep dark secret to come out about him to make his 'Tebow empire' crash, I WAS waiting for Jackson to crash and burn as well.  Neither Tebow nor Jackson has fallen, and I don't think it will be happening any time soon.   

Ok,I  feel like somewhat of an asshole....but what else is new, right?  So here's the latest 'asshole'/funny story.  

So, it is the fall time, and I love, love, love the fall.  From the weather to football to fashion, especially nails.  I know this is strange, but whatever.   I love the dark fall colors, maroon, navy, burnt orange, and also military green.   Needless to say, I get my nails done a lot in the fall.  Well, before fall actually started(today), like last week, I got a bright red, I guess to kick off the nail season.  As I was on my way to the nail salon, my friend, texted me and asked me what I was doing on this brisk fall evening.   I told him, getting my nails done now.  Since he is a guy, I asked him for color suggestions, when he responded light purple, I was like ehhh, that is so not fall;  but then again neither is bright red.  Anyway, as the conversation about nail colors continues, I decided when I was finished I should send him a picture of the newly painted nails, of course thinking he would enjoy this.  So when I finished, I sent him a pic.  His response..'very autumn, very nice.'  Soooo, this week I got my nails done once again.  When finished today, I sent him an awesome pic of my new color, which is military green!   His response this week, 'what color is that?  I'm colorblind.'  Holy shit!  I totally forgot, and totally sending him all these nail colors.   So I asked, 'how do you know what military green is?'  The answer is, he doesn't, all he sees is black and white!!   Yeah, I'm the asshole, but it made the wheels start to spin.  

These colorblind people, they really only see black and white.  They hear the words, red, orange, yellow, green, military green, so on and so forth....but in reality there is no concept of color.  So, like they have no idea what red looks like.  To put this colorblindness in perspective, I am allergic to peanuts(peanut butter).  Ultimately, I have no idea what peanut butter taste like. People hear this and are like OMG, you don't know what peanut butter tastes like??  I am like nope, I never ate it.   The same is with a color blind person, they don't know what the color red looks like, they never could see it.  So what are they missing, nothing, right??   Imagine that?   Imagine not eating peanut butter and not seeing the color red......then think how about lucky you are..........

Night with Nemesis: Round 2.

if you know me at all, you know that i love the 1950s.  you know the all-american average family, pretty much the 'leave it to beaver' or 'i love lucy' days.  not only their clothes and style intrigue me, but the way of life as well.  everything seemed so simple, no cell phones, no internet/computers.  before TVs became popular,  most people listened to the radio, whether it was music, a variety show, or sports, this is what people did.  (or at least this what i gather from tv show re-runs). 

anywho, just not too long ago i felt like i literally lived in the '50s. 

i have issues with being hot.  i know that statement can be taken several ways(lol), but i mean temperature hot, not from a physical standpoint.  i hate those hot, humid, muggy days that we have here in the 'Burgh, and it absolutely drives me nuts.  but, do you know what i hate worse than those hot, humid, muggy days?  those kind of days, minus the air conditioning.  o my my, it is horrible.  anyway, nemesis does not have central AC, which makes for rough nights(for me anyway).  i always complain how hot i am to him, and at this point i am pretty sure he is sick and tired of it.  o well.  but one night, it was humid and muggy the windows were open.  i was sitting at the kitchen table dicing vegtables while listening to the buccos game on the radio.  (nemesis does not have a thousand channels, so we have to listen to sporting events.)  usually in this situation, i would be complaining about the tempeatures, the sweating , my bad hair, but something that night was peaceful and calming to me.  i stopped dicing, and just sat there and thought.  wow, i feel like i live back in the day.  no a/c, no tv, listening to a sporting event on the radio, windows open, this is actually really great.  for once, i was satistied without having all the modern amenities. it was a good feeling. 

sometimes people get so caught up in their modern amenities that they miss the human aspect of life.  at nemesis' house, we can't sit there an watch tons of tv.  so we talk, listen to music, play board games (yahtzee and othello are the favorites) as if we lived back in the day.  sure we couldn't live our entire lives without modern technology, but sometimes it is necessary.  it makes for a better, stronger relationship in the long run.

o and P.S. nemesis- remember that night in the kitchen, i wrote something on paper, folded it up, and put it away?  you kept bugging me about what i was doing?  and/or what was the paper?  now you have it.  well, part of it.  and see, it really didn't involve you!

Get a Grip.

In light of a tragic event, an American chopper getting shot down in Afghanistan killing a total of 30 people, 22 of whom were Navy SEALS, I decided this is the opportune time to write the following post.

One of my best friends, her husband is a Navy SEAL.  Fortunately, he was not in Afghanistan when this tragedy occurred, in fact he just got home not too long ago.  Anyway, the SEALS understandably so, are a tight-knit group of people.  There are only a handful in the entire country who reach the level of intensity that they do.  So of course, there will be that mutual bond and respect for one another.  Needless to say, those lost SEALS regardless if he knew them personally, were his friends.  If you are interested in their training and their stories, I highly recommend, The Lone Survivor, by Marcus Luttrell.  Although the story will make you cry, it is a VERY good read.  You will look at your life differently, and all of your daily problems seem not so big after reading this. Your life really isn't that bad.

From knowing my friend's husband, and his friends, one of whom was in that chopper, is that they do not talk about being a SEAL.  In fact, if someone does talk about being one, it is most likely they are not a SEAL. For example, my friend went out one evening in San Diego, and this gentleman knowing that a lot of SEALS live/work in San Diego because of the base there, started to chat her up.  This gentleman told her that he was a SEAL and proceded to tell her how awesome he was.  Well that is a red light for her considering her boyfriend at the time, now husband, is a SEAL.  So, what did she do?  She starting firing questions back at him, and guess what happened?   He pretty much looked like an a**.  The point is, where it would be easy for a SEAL to bode about what they do, they don't.  Sure, they cannot talk about certain aspects of their job, but they are permitted to say certain things as well.  They have a quiet confidence about them, and do not feel the need to promote themselves by suggesting that people use the title Navy SEAL when speaking to them or about them.  I wish more people would take this approach to life as well. 

The people to whom I am referring is actually just one person.  She is the manager where I work.  I am sure there are a ton of other people in this world who are hung up on titles and status, but I deal with her on a daily basis, and her use of the word doctor irks me like no other. 

Upon her arrival to our building last Feburary she made it very clear that she was a doctor. So lady if you are a doctor, why are you the manager for a shipping company?  O my mistake, you have a doctorate, in management.  D.M.  Awesome. What do you want?  A cookie?  I will never forget the first time she introduced herself.   'Hi, I am (insert her full name here), but people call me Chris for short.  Or you can call me Dr. Chris.'  When she said this, I started laughing, because I thought she was being sarcastic.  Dr. Chris.  It sounds like a character right out of a cartoon.  APPARENTLY, she was NOT joking.  This was totally serious.  She wants people to call her Dr. Chris, really?  I have friends who are actually doctors, like the real kind, who actually go through years and years of medical school/residencies.  I do not refer to them as or speak to them, Dr. Elenee.  Dr. Brandon.  or Dr. Lauren.  So why is Dr. Chris so adament on this doctor title?  Sure, she is proud of her doctorate, but like the character that tried to pick up my friend by talking about his SEAL duties;  he really wasn't really and SEAL.  Similairly, Dr. Chris talking about being a doctor,  where she isn't a doctor. It is all just jibber jabber to portray a particular image to facade another aspect of ther life(at least this is my opinion).  The point is that people who are very successful, SEALS and my friends, who are doctors, neither talk about their accomplishments nor want people to know.  

It irks me that these SEALs, along with other U.S. military personnel, are overseas sacrifing their lives by doing amazing things without the limelight and mention of their day-to-day lives.  Then we have people like Dr. Chris, who are so caught up in titles and their accomplishments, they have to make metion of it in every way, shape, and form. Where is the credit to these soliders?  I just wish people would get a grip on life.  Maybe we do realize what these troops/soliders do for us, but we are so ignorant and so self-involved we don't really give a s***, at times myself included.  These men are sacrificing their lives day in and day out, so we have what we have and we can do what we want.  I know that is a John Madden statement, but I think Americans tend to forget this, and need a daily reminder. 

Par for the Course. .

Miss Supe’s Steeler Season

Since NFL football is officially back, and the regular season is just about a month away, I figured The Supe will be back in action as well. A few years ago, the 2009 season, I predicted a 14-2 season for the Pittsburgh Steelers. This was totally off target; I think they went 8-8 or 9-7, I don't remember. Anyway, I got so much s*** from certain people, I refused to predict their record last year. Looking at that schedule two years ago, who would not have predicted them 14-2? Maybe it was a good idea that I didn't make predictions last year; they made it to the Superbowl. They lost, but made it nonetheless. So I guess, if the 2011 season goes to s***, I suppose you can blame it on The Supe. Anyway, after a year hiatus of making my annual Steelers picks, due to a certain few people, Ron Rossi and Dan Lucente, The Supe's picks are back! Here it is; take it or leave it!

2011 Pittsburgh Steelers
Week 1:  @ Baltimore 1PM.  First game out, against a rival, where the Steelers have always had Joe Flacco's number.  Plus, the Ravens possibly starting three rookies. I don't think so Baltimore. WIN.
Week 2:  vs. Seattle 1PM.  First home game of 2011 season, they get it done in front of the home crowd.  WIN.
Week 3:  @ Indy 8:20pm.  In the dome, no big deal.  First primetime game of the season, big deal.  WIN.
Week 4:  @Houston 1PM.  Hot QB, young team, still giving these Texans a chance.  LOSS.
Week 5:  vs. Tennessee  1PM.  The curse of stomping on the Terrible Towel is still a curse to the Titans.  Suck it.   WIN.
Week 6:  vs. Jacksonville  1PM.  For some reason, the Steelers always have trouble with Jax.  LOSS.
Week 7:  @ Arizona 4:05PM.  The Steelers' remix out in AZ does not have a chance.  WIN.
Week 8:  vs. New England  4:15PM.  As much as I hate to say it, the Pats have our number.  Can't deny that. LOSS.
Week 9:  vs. Baltimore  8:20PM.  Once again, the Steelers do not falter in primetime.  And yes, I say a regular season sweep against the Ravens. WIN.
Week 10:  @Cincy 1PM.  The clusterfuck of the Bengals, no Carson Palmer.  WIN.
Week 11:  @KC 8:20PM.  Primetime.  After the last performance against KC, in that 2009 season, the Steelers want revenge. Get it done.  WIN.
Week 12:  vs. Cincy  1PM.  Really?  Bengals are still going to be a clusterfuck two weeks later.  No chance.  WIN.
Week 13:  vs. Cleveland  8:20PM.  First game out of two against Cle in primetime at home.  WIN.
Week 14:  @San Francisco  8:30PM.  Really getting tired of these primetime games, so are the Steelers.  West Coast, late in the season, some starters out.  Plus the aquisitions in the SF off season, they will be ready to make a playoff run this year.  LOSS.
Week 15:  vs. St. Louis  1PM.  Not much to say here, last home game, get it done.  WIN.
Week 16:  @ Cleveland  1PM.  Last regular season game, end on a high note, get ready for the playoffs.  WIN.

Steelers win the AFC North at 12-4, along with a sweep of the divison.  

Very fucked up in head

I love when ironic things/situations happen. Don’t you? Especially nowadays with Facebook and all the other social media outlets, it seems the irony just doesn’t stop. This friend is friends with that friend. This friend hooked up with the friend. You get the point, I think.


Well anyway, I logged onto Facebook for my morning entertainment, and I was not let down. This crazy b****, we will call her CB, updated her work profile. (I will soon explain why CB is crazy, so just roll with me). Her profile has been updated to say that she now is an employee of Cook Medical. This is not a surprise to you of course, but to me, I think I almost fell out of my chair. My dad works for Cook Medical. Cook is a small privately-owned corporation, which not many people have heard of, unless you live in Bloomingotn, IN. So, I pretty much was shocked when I saw that CB now works for Cook. Also, on another note, what you need to know about KD, my dad, is that he is the man at Cook.


I immediately texted KD.


Me: Do you know CB?
KD: Name doesn’t ring a bell, why?
Me: She is a district manager at Cook, just got hired.
KD: How do you know her?
Me: She updated her Facebook profile.
KD: Oh Ok……….
Me: Have you met her?
KD: Not yet…….

That was the convo KD and I had via text. I cannot wait until he meets her, but before they meet, let me give you a little synopsis of my experience and others’ experiences with CB. I met her though a friend of mine. Some of my friends know her b/c she went to high school with them; also she has over 3,700 Facebook friends. This girl clearly gets around.

My first experience with her I ended up one pair of sunglasses and one pair of shoes short. Needless to say, I left these items in her car that night, and never received them back. Really? Next, I saw her a few years later, not by choice, and she acted like she was my BFF. She kept asking me if I have Facebook, and she wanted to take all these pictures to post. Again, really? Finally I saw her at a Steelers game; once again it was a must we take a picture to post on Facebook. Really? I bet if I saw her today, she would have NO idea who I am. Too bad for her, now that she is working for my dad.

That was just my experience with her. Other friends of mine, Ross-I (The Captain) and Lucente both have had some not-so-good experiences with her. She pretty much conned Lucente into paying for her drinks/appetizers/dinner one night. Following up with ‘yeah, we def will all have to go out again, and I’ll pick up your tab.’ Lucente has yet to experience this. So anyway, I am sure there are more horror stories, but in the meantime these will suffice. So what have we learned? She stole from me, lied to Lucente, used Lucente. Who else did she do this to? Do I need say more? I don’t think so.

At this point, you are probably asking why I am Facebook friends with this chickadee? Basically, she keeps me entertained. The antics, the nonsense, the porn-posing pictures all add up to a giggle here or there.


I asked Ross-I to describe her in five words……


‘very fucked up in head’

I started thinking.....

so, the wheels continue to spin.  they are always spinning. is this good or bad that i am always thinking? i am not sure. well, last night the wheels were in overdrive. it was a relaxing evening, but nonetheless spin.spin.spin.  a soccer coach of mine back in the day told me, ‘run when you must, rest when you can, but always be thinking.’ makes sense even in real life, don’t you think? moving forward, do you know how many thoughts every person has every day? probably not. 60,000! can you believe it? i came across this stat when  read tried to read ‘The Secret’. this stat was the only good thing that came out of that book. what 60,000 thoughts go through your head in a day? right now, I am thinking about the 60,000 thoughts that could be possibly going thought my head everyday. thinking about thinking, this has become a new low. i need to stop getting sidetracked.

last night, the thinking cap was on, and on tight. i went to the gym, got on the elliptical only to find that my Ipod went kaput! as nemesis said, ‘it will give you more time to think.’ well that is just great. like that is what i needed at the moment. i go to the gym to get thoughts out of my head, and now they are right back in there, overdrive and all.

as I was on the elliptical, while wathcing TV, I started thinking…….

khole and lamar’ these people can’t be serious? the whole show, well the kardashian family is insane, yes, insane! lamar odom married into this nonsense, wow. A uri grad? Nonsense. i need to stop watching this shitshow, and find something else. there is nothing on tv, damnit. Ugh,how bored I am. i can’t wait to be done with this workout, this chick behind me is staring at my ass. this is umcomfortable. i hate when people stand back there and wait, annoying. maybe i should have brought a book so i could read while working out, then i won’t be thinking about the girl behind me staring at my ass. i need a new book. I finished ‘the perks of being a wallflower.’ for all the hype that book created, was not impressed. i need a new book. maybe i will go to barnes and noble after this workout, find something worth reading. something that will make me think, even more, I suppose. great.

i got of the elliptical, girl still staring at my ass, and cleaned the machine. off to Barnes and Noble I went. i had a book in mind. that book scared me though. i am not ready for that yet. so, i wandered. i wandered through the new releases and best-sellers. nothing. so then i walked over to the newest releases in paperback. i found it. the cover looked familiar, but I knew i never read the book. weird. as i looked at the book, i realized i read another book, ‘the average american male; by this author, chad kultgen. hysterical. so i picked up, ‘men, women, and children’, and wandered even more. even though i already picked out my book, it is still fun to wander and see what other ‘nonsense’ is out there.

i wandered to the mystery section. nothing. then over to the cooking section. haha yeah right. finally, i made my way to the history section. i would like to think i am a history buff, but eh, not like those crazy ones. just a milder version i suppose.

i know you are not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but i did. this book jumped out at me. it had red swirls, yellow swirls, just a clusterfuck, and i loved it. the title is’1421.’ i read the opening chapter. very interesting. pretty much, this author is saying that before columbus discovered the New World, the Chinese did 71 years earlier in 1421, hence the title of the book. i guess i didn’t have to tell you that.  you aren't idiots.

as I read the opening chapter, i started thinking…….

this guy can’t be serious? if this is all true, his version of these events in 1421, then everything i ever learned was a lie! even he said it in his writing. so all these youngsters go to school. they go to school and learn about Columbus and his amazing discovery, and the European explorers, and it was all a lie. this is bs. what else is a lie? there has to be more, right? as kids in school, we are all fed this information, we do not know what is what, we just go with it. teachers teach us these things, but where do the teachers learn? from other teachers? great. all these teachers get their information from where? It magically appears in these textbooks? where do these textbooks come from?who puts information in these textbooks? authors? who determines what information authors put into these textbooks?  government? media? idk, these are all probably stupid questions, but really think about it… it is all a lie, well maybe. maybe some of it? we trust these people that we do not even know, but yet can’t trust our own family and friends. this is weird. i need to stop thinking.

i shut the book after the opening chapter, and decided to just go home with ‘men, women, and children.’ i will most likely go back and grab ‘1421’ after i am finished with this new book.

i finally arrive at 2405, and start to read ‘men, women, and children.’ for as explicit as it is, all of it is so true. you’ll have to read it. anway, i get to this part in the book where one of the characters watches the documentary, ‘Manufacturing Consent.’ until today, i had no idea this was a real thing. it is.  here is the excerpt from 'men, women, and children' with the character's thoughts about 'Manufacturing Consent':     

"......as a result I began to feel that there wasn't really a point to anything, that free will was an illusion, and that the things most people invested time and energy in were systems of control designed by those who sought to manipulate the general population."

after reading that portion I started thinking........

wow, that is so true.  maybe free will  is an illusion.  people feed us information.  on TV, in the news, at school, at work, and we make decisions based on this information. but did we really make the decision, or did somebody else 'force' us into this decision.  all of these outlets, school, work, news, are controlled environments, where people can decide to tell you something, or not tell you something.   it is what people want us to know or HAVE to let us know. so all this freedom, isn't really freedom, it is all an illusion.  so in the case of '1421', is it true?  is that all a lie too?  the point is, nothing really matters b/c nothing is really real?   i know i have had this conversation with nemesis, well about the bible and stuff.  how can you believe something written back thousands of years ago?  maybe that is all a lie.  they just made all these scriptures up, we don't really know.  aliens could have wrote that, shit we don't know.  ugh, it just goes in circles.  nothing is real.  nothing really matters.  everyone is just here.  so at work, is it going to be the end of the world if someone doesn't receive a package? nope.  after a hockey game, does it matter that we won or lost?  nope.  the wheels need to stop spinning, but i guess that doesn't really matter because what is the point? so, the wheels continue to spin.

Night with Nemisis: Original

so last night, i went to the Bucco game with Nemisis, of course.  check out the awesome seats! nemisis works with someone who has these season tix.  we are touching the dugout, amazing!   definitely would not mind using those again  :) 

anyway, game was great, well minus the fact that we spent our life savings on blue moon(note even joking), and the loss i suppose.  i am not sure i have been to a game recently when they have won :(  o well, better luck next time.

after the game, we wandered over to the 'tilted kilt.'  love it there. i went to one out in denver, co about a year ago, it was so much fun. apparently, i like the half-naked chicks. anywho, totally glad they decided to open one in the 'burgh!  anyway, had some potato skins, yum, and a beer of course, another yum. 

all and all another great night with nemisis.  

You don’t have to read this post. It is for my benefit, not yours, but you are more than welcome to read if you would like.


So I decided I should set running goals (too bad I don’t do this more often). No, I am not logging my miles or trying to be a speedster and run a five-minute mile, I don’t think so. That s*** is for the birds, or the crazy runners in um, Kenya. Instead I am setting goals by streets.

Minton Drive
Broadhill Farms Road
Barnes Drive
Farm View Drive
Emma Lane
Meadow Vue Drive
Shafer Vue Drive



Only three more to go! Once I can run the crossed out streets consistently (not walking and/or stopping), I will add another street to my run.

The Supe, c. 1995.

Some things never change; one plus one equals two, my love of vodka, the Pirates will have a losing season, and lastly the fact that I still think as if I were 12-years-old.

After my 11-minute run yesterday (ugh, don’t even ask), I decided to do some abs, which by the way are sore. As I was on the floor, I noticed this box underneath my bed. Until last night, I did not realize it was there. Curious, I pulled out the box to find old memorabilia. Among the memorabilia was my HS diploma, URI media guides, along with some other importance pieces, but most importantly I found a paper I wrote in middle school. It wasn’t as much a paper, but more of a questionnaire. Who knew the details of this project, but the questionnaire asked for name, nicknames, hometown, and hobbies-you know the drill, simple stuff. As I kept reading my answers, the more complicated stuff; it became clear to me that at 28-years-old, I have not changed since the age of 12. Should I be concerned? Probably.

For some reason, I am not concerned at all. Surprisingly, the Supe at 12-years-old was a smart cookie, and even back then, quirky. Here are a few excerpts.



The Supe, c. 1995.

I just can’t resist: playing with my cats and my bird. Still true.

My idea of a perfect day: going to the beach in Florida with my friends. Still true.

Nobody knows: I would have two brothers and a sister but they died when they were born. Not sure how this wouldn’t be true.

A Favorite Childhood Memory: crying and getting scared by Captain Hook at Disney World. What child thinks of this as a favorite memory? Me, apparently.

Favorite Food: potato skins, salad, candy. Still true.

My goal in life is to: go to college with a full gymnastics scholarship and then get a good job. Well, half of that is true. The other half is a work in progress, also a discussion for another blog post. Actually the entire answer is another blog post.

If I could spend 10 minutes with anyone it would be: my grandfather who I never met. Still very true.

The quality I most admire in people: being themselves and not trying to be like anyone else. If you know me in any way, shape or form, I think this pretty much sums me up in a nutshell.

The thing I’m better at than anyone else: not getting embarrassed easily and being very stubborn. Once again, really? Am I still 12?

My philosophy in life is: just go with the flow, whatever happens happens. This is the best one, also probably a great discussion for another blog post.

Like I said, this probably should concern me, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t because this is me, it always has been me, and probably will always be me. Some things never change, like the Supe.

S&S

Short and sweet, that's how  I like it.  
Well at least this post will be short and sweet.  I like other things short and sweet too.

I love that 'people', well a certain person, with a bachelor's degree, master's degree, AND a doctorate degree say things like 'more healthier.'  Really?  And you want me to call you Dr.?  I don't think so.  Learn to speak the English language, then get back to me.  Thanks.

The Demise of America

I was just thinking……..




I have wanted write this post(s) for awhile now, but have not gotten around to it.

So here it is. Before you get your panties in a wad, THERE ARE SO-CALLED GLITCHES, I am not denying that. So, take this idea or leave it, but before you leave it; think about it.



2011. United States of America. Who hasn’t heard somebody, a friend, a family member, a co-worker, SOMEBODY say America just isn’t the same as it was ‘back in the day?’ We have all heard it, probably have even said it. Who is to blame for this so-called chaos? Some people blame the government. Some people blame the media. Some people blame technology. I blame WOMEN. Yes, WOMEN! These gung-ho women in the workforce need to calm themselves, and really think about what they are doing to our country.

1950. United States of America. The 1950’s is what people consider ‘back in the day?’ Correct? Think ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and/or ‘I Love Lucy’ and the roles of both men and women.



1950

Men: Go to work. Make money. Be the breadwinner for the family to live comfortably.

Women: Stay at home. Take care of household. Take care of kids. Look pretty.

This is accurate, correct?



2011

Men: Go to work. Make money. Be the breadwinner for the family to live comfortably.

Women: Go to work. Make money. Be the breadwinner for the family to live comfortably.

This is accurate, correct?



The difference between these scenarios is clearly the household and the children are forgotten about in 2011. In which case, it would only make sense for chaos to arise.



This is just the beginning! In future posts you will find out how women in the workforce cause cancer, obesity in adults and children, dysfunctional kids, affairs/divorce, greed, environmental issues, and grey hair!



First up: Cancer.

Great News

So this is way cool! Maybe I am behind the times (wouldn't be shocking), but now I can publish from Microsoft Word!! I signed into my blogger account through Word and just starting writing. What you find out when have little to do at work. J Anyway, this is great news.

 

Also great news, this weekend is wedding weekend in Ohio! Woop Woop! No, not my wedding asshats, but the Rossi wedding is tomorrow! We have been hearing about this and looking forward to it for months! It is finally here; can't wait. Plus the word on the street is that they have top-shelf liquor, Makers Mark and Goose, apparently. That is definitely going to be trouble with this crew. Hopefully people will 'give me their best' for some pictures.

 

Again more good news, I get to see the little ones this weekend! After the Rossi wedding, presuming nobody gets injured along the way, Nemisis and I are driving to Cleveland, OH to see Elenee and Co. It is always a blast to see her, Evy and now Estelle! Look at the new suit I bought Evy. She just adores Aerial, and hopefully adores her new suit and cover up. Ugh the pictures are not working! This is frustrating. O well, packing up and heading out for a four-day weekend!! Hopefully pictures soon!

 

Also, and early congrats to the Ron and Ronda! CHEERS!

 

Yinzers and Picksburgh Stiller Fans, check it out!

What is done, is done. You can't change what you say after you say it (or should I say tweet it).  I know that was John Madden-ish statement, but it is nothing short of the truth. 

The past few days 'yinzers' have been talking about Pittsburgh Steeler Rashard Mendenhall's comments on bin Laden's death.  If you have not heard or seen these tweets, please get your head out of your ass and read below:

• "What kind of person celebrates death?" he wrote. "It's amazing how people can HATE a man they have never even heard speak. We've only heard one side..."
• "We'll never know what really happened. I just have a hard time believing a plane could take a skyscraper down demolition style" 

 Yes, these tweets are inappropriate not to mention inaccurate, but I am not here to judge his comments.  I am here to judge his lack of knowledge and/or understanding of today's social/media outlets, mainly Twitter.  When are athletes and/or celebs going to realize, OTHER PEOPLE CAN READ WHAT YOU WRITE ON YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT, AND YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES?  Yes, I know that is a John Madden-type statement as well, but grasping this concept is apparently a difficult task.  How many times have we seen an athlete in hot water because of Twitter?   Too many to count.  When will they learn their lesson? 

Hopefully Rashard learned his lesson over the last few days.  If not,  maybe just maybe he can learn from a teammate.  No, not a veteran like James Farrior. No, not a QB hotshot like Ben Roethlisberger, but a rookie.  A rookie named Baron Batch.  A rookie who understands the use of social/media outlets. If you are thinking I am crazy, then CLICK HERE and read his blog. Granted, Baron has not even played a single down in the NFL.  I understand that. With the attention he will receive, especially being a Pittsburgh Steeler, his attitude may change, but I doubt it.  I am willing to bet he continues to use his blog as a positive outlet to gain positive attention. So Rashard, pay attention to your fellow teammate and learn from him. 

Stop the Charade.

Until this point, I have not commented on Osama bin Laden's death.  It is one of those things by which you are shocked that you have so many thoughts you can't get think straight.  Once the shock factor subsides you are able to put pieces together and think clearly.  So after reading, writing, re-reading, re-writing, these are my thoughts on Osama bin Laden and President Obama.  Mind you, it is all speculation, my thoughts, and opinions......

So while on the eliptical at the gym, I watched "The O'Reilly Factor".  This was the first I really paid attention to the TV media coverage of Osama's death.  While his death tops the media, the more interesting tidbit is United States moving forward with or without Obama.

This one 'act' in Obama's presidency may have saved his reputation and his campaign for the presidency in 2012.  Obama  made the decision to go ahead with the military operation the lead to Osama's death.  Obama took credit, along with others, of the success of the operation.  Some Americans consider him god right now.  He accomplished  it all.  To see how elated the American public was after Obama's announcement of Osama's death, I would not put it past America to elect him in 2012.  After all this is one of the greatest military defeats in terrorism, so why not elect him in 2012?

Obama won over the American public, but don't you think for a very left-winged president, this was more of a right-winged decision?   Seems odd after almost three years in offiice, making decision after decision with a  very liberal view, that he made this conservative-type decision with ease.  Interesting, right?   Maybe with this indecisive decision of his, he gained popularity for the time being with the American public, but how long can his charade last?

Ross-I....

You always want to know what goes through my head.   Well, I don't have a book out......yet, so this will have to do.   Lol.

Mr. Jim.

Mr. Jim,
Did this work?!?!?   Lol.


Emmi.

Not so Happy Easter.

Whomever thought it was a good idea to start drinking at one o'clock in the afternoon on Easter Sunday needs to be shot.  Yes that was me.  That now is making Monday morning at the nuthouse even more outstanding.  Yes, I know I should have stopped drinking at some point, but I didn't, whoops.....I suppose it happens to the best of us, but I really just wanted the day to be over as soon as it came.  

Easter isn't the best of days, well to me anyway.  First off, I am not that religious, I know I should be, but something just doesn't click. (Nemisis you are probably hating me at the moment for saying that.  If you want, you can get rid of me at any point, lol).  Anyway, that isn't the sole reason I am not a fan of Easter.  

Two years ago Easter day was the last time I saw my Pap.   We had a great day of drinking(shocker), eating, then watching 'The Sound of Music.'  He sat in the olive-colored recliner, so happy, singing along with every song, tapping his feet, and telling me how great the movie is.  After all, that was the first time I watched the entire movie.  After the movie, my dad took him home, and exactly a week later he passed away.   It wouldn't have been so bad if he had been terminally ill, at least you know it is coming.   With him, it was so sudden. One day he was fine and the next he was in the hospital.  Granted he was in his late 80's and had some health issues, but nothing major.  So everything that transpired from Easter sunday to the next Sunday was all a surprise.

So anyway last night in my drunken state, I wanted to watch 'The Sound of Music'.  Apparently it aired everywhere except in Pittsburgh.  To say the least, I was not a happy camper.  So that was that, today is a new day.  A new day to let go of yesterday, and be a happy camper.