Laundry is the Devil and Other Random Issues

What the hell happened??? Who came into my house and threw up dirty clothes every where I look? Jeez. Every time I get all excited about having the laundry caught up, I find a pile of sweaty soccer clothes or an errant sock somewhere. I go to take them to the laundry room and discover the hampers full again. I freakin' hate laundry. A lot. Like I would rather shoot myself in the face.

I swore that I would quit telling people my ideas because every time I do, someone steals them and makes money and I just get cranky. But I was just thinking, why don't they make beer in 2 liter bottles? Do you know how cool that would be? I mean, you can get pitchers of beer - a 2 liter would just be like a pitcher to go. That would kick ass. You could put it in the fridge and get as little or as much as you wanted. If you just wanted a few sips, you wouldn't have to open a whole can and then be forced to drink it so as not to waste it. Ima suggest it to someone...

I'm also trying to figure out what maggot crawls into my kids' brains JUST at the time the judges on American Idol start to talk that makes them all four ramble about asenine shit and ask me absolutely pointless questions at the same time. I know they do it on purpose. I think it's a team effort to see if my head will explode. Speaking of AI - DUDE - David Archuleta did not do well and that country version of Eight Days a Week was just creepy.

Which brings me to another thought. People always get mad at Simon. I mean, I get that people don't always like to hear what he has to say, however, he's almost always right. Seriously. if you remove all emotion from the situation (i.e. you got sucked into the contestant's story about her mama died and her baby has penumonia and she's on welfare so you feel bad for them) and look at the facts of the performance, he has an alarming accuracy rate. But people just hate him. I don't get why people are so adverse to hearing the damn truth. I guess the world has become too politically correct and people have just lost all sense of dealing with reality - it has to be all covered up with fluffy bunnies and they have to glitter blown up their ass all day or something. I say this because over at our Ghost Diva blog we get called mean all the time and accused of attacking people. Well, that's just stupid. We tell the truth about things or we call people out for being stupid. My theory is if you don't want to get called an asshat, don't be an asshat. To me, that's really not that hard. It's like people that bitch about going to jail. P.S. - don't buy crack. It's not that hard.

I guess some people are kind of freaked out or maybe even put off at my bluntness sometimes, but for one thing, I really don't know how to bullshit well enough to express it any other way than the way it is and I'm OK with that. I don't mind not knowing how to kiss ass and be fake. I take that back, I know how to kiss ass if I have to, but it's REALLY, like physically painful, hard for me. Sometimes if you mean what the fuck, you have to just say what the fuck, you know? What's the point in saying "oh my gracious" other than to simply not offend someone else? It's not like I say it at church or something. Sheesh. My point is I wish people would a) lighten up and b) deal with the truth in real words sans glitter up the ass.

Carry on.

(I'm serious about that 2 liter beer bottle thing...)

Speaking of Hookers...

OK, OK, so I have been AWOL for a while. I apologize. I say that like I have readers, lol...
Anyway, things have changed a lot over the last few months. I left my job in November for financial reasons that caused a lot of stress and I got in a huge funk for a while and didn't want to talk to anyone or write, but I'm over it now. If you recall, I left my job that I dug back in March of last year to go to this other job and well, it wasn't the best decision I ever made. However, I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, so I know things will work out OK. There is actually a chance that I may be going back to aforementioned job that I liked in the near future and that would be great, even if it's just doing some contract type projects for a while. I loved that office and I truly enjoyed my boss and thankfully, he was very gracious when I met with him to tell him he told me so. Instead of saying, "yeah, I told you so," he told me a story about something similar that happened to him, so he understood my situation and he was like I said, very gracious and kind.
As always, I have too many ideas sometimes and one of the latest ones has lead to another little business venture. I am a "red dirt" fan and it relates directly to that lifestyle of music. I say lifestyle because it's not so much a genre as it is an attitude. It's about not selling out and being true to yourself and being real. Generally the kind of music that falls into that category is a cross between country, rock, folk and blues. It's hard to put a label exactly on the kind of music it is because one song might sound like an old Hank Williams tune and the next one might rock your socks off. Anyway - I became friends with one of the guys that plays at a local bar here and his girlfriend and I had this idea that I pitched to her and she liked it, so we're starting a line of tshirts and other various apparel items geared toward female red dirt fans. I'm not going too public with it yet until I actually have a product in my hands, but it's in the works and I'm getting excited about it.
It feels good to be hopeful and excited again.
My husband won a trip to Cancun in April and THAT is also extremely exciting. We're talking about doing the zip line through the jungle thing. I figure after living through that whole ropes course thing, I can hack it.
It also seems that there are some folks that want my friend and I to speak at some up coming conferences in the fall. One is in Las Vegas and one is in Philadelphia and is directly linked to a TV show on A&E, that ought to be fun. Some crazy people also saw fit to give us a radio show on Para X radio, so that will be interesting and maybe even somewhat entertaining. We start that this Wednesday evening.
So, life seems to be getting back to normal after a very long time of sucking and I am so thankful for that. I was beginning to wonder...
P.S. - I hope David Archuleta wins American Idol this season.

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