I hate it when...

I'm in the express lane at the grocery store and the lady in front of me starts writing a check to pay for all of five items. It's soo dumb! You only use checks to pay for mailed bill payments. You use your check card to pay for everything else. It's the same friggin thing except faster! Someone needs to send out a memo to these dinosaurs so they can stop holding up everyone else in line.

Omigosh!

Finished reading




last night.

Holy cow! I can't believe what happened!

British Police Offer a Lousy Apology and No Explanation for Murdering an Innocent Man

Unfortunately, I was correct. The ruthless and "excessive" force the British police deemed necessary to subdue a suspected terrorist last week was not only barbaric, unnecessary, and insane....but it resulted in the death of an innocent man. Several hours after British police shot this man five times, at least once in the head, British Prime Minister Tony Blair said the man was "directly linked to the ongoing and expanding anti-terrorist operation." Now we know that the man was a 27-year-old Brazilian national with no connection to terrorism. I was completely flabbergasted last week, even before the identity of the man was known, that there hadn't been more of a world outcry against this barbarism. It seems we've all gone stark-raving mad in this air of terrorism, shedding any semblance of democracy or justice...which is exactly what the terrorists wanted. I guess they truly have won.

A lot of people have said it was all necessary and it's the guy's fault for running. I'll admit the guy was obviously either an idiot or having some other serious problem. But, I guess we'll never know what really happened. Although, the whole thing smells fishy.

My heart goes out to this murdered, innocent man and to his family. All the British government could do was apologize and stand by their policy of "shoot to kill, ask questions later". Maybe they should try aiming for the leg or shoulder instead.

I Have Nothing to Wear

I really don't care what anyone says, I really don't have anything to wear! My fiance would retort that I have 1/2 a walk-in closet full of clothes, but I swear to you there's nothing to wear. Here's why:

50% can be eliminated because they suck. This lot consists of "why the hell did I buy that" clothes and "clothes I just bought to wear at the office" clothes.

5% of what's left doesn't fit right. Either I shrunk it in the dryer or I lost a few pounds and it's too big.

35% of what's left consists of pieces that are really cute on their own, but don't match anything else I own, which means they gather dust in my closet until I finally find a bottom/top to match them.

So, that leaves 10% of my wardrobe stylish enough to wear. Unfortunately, that means I will end up wearing the same damn thing over and over again, thus resulting in:

a.) worn and shabby, yet stylish pieces
b.) several "hey, didn't you wear that last week" comments
c.) "I can't go out until I do the laundry" statements

Never Give a British Cop a Gun

If you didn't know it, British cops do not carry guns. I believe they just carry those billyclubs. However, a group of British law enforcement officers were carrying guns today in response to the recent terrorism in London. And, well, they fatally shot a suspected terrorist. Fatally shot him five times. Now the facts are pretty unclear right now. Hell, maybe the guy was wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm a Terrorist" on it or maybe he had a bomb strapped on with wires coming out all over his body from his ears to his ass, but, so far, all we've heard is that he was looking around furtively, was wearing a padded jacket or coat in the middle of summer, did not respond to verbal confrontation, and ran away from cops. Suspicious? Yes. Worthy of "shoot to kill"? Umm..debatable. One witness described the scene to CNN as follows:

Mark Whitby, who was on the train at Stockwell, said the train was stopped and had its doors open when he heard authorities shout: "Get down! Get out!" He saw a man wearing a thick coat running onto the train so fast that he "half-tripped."
The man was being pursued by three men, one carrying a black handgun, Whitby said. When the man tripped, he fell down, and one of the pursuers dropped onto him while another fired five times.

Oh, and those cops chasing this guy...they were plainclothed. So either we've got a terrorist fleeing law enforcement or we've got a foreigner who barely speaks English fleeing from plainclothed men yelling and waving a gun. Oh, and the padded coat that no honest citizen would ever wear in the summer? Seems that the balmy U.K. got to a record high of 75 degrees this week. Hardly what I'd call a heat wave. When my relatives from the Philippines first came to the U.S. to live they were absolutely freezing to death in the summer in Florida. They wore sweaters and hats. And, did I mention the murdered suspect was reportedly South Asian? So now we've either got a terrorist or a newly arrived and confused South Asian immigrant.

Ok, so maybe I don't know the whole story and maybe it was obvious this guy was a serious threat and should have been shot five times after he tripped while running onto a train.

All the more reason NOT to kill him, eh? Likely to have a wealth of important information I'd say. Maybe some details on his buddies, the terror network behind all the bombings, etc., etc.....the location of Bin Laden? Coulda shot him in the leg or maybe just twice instead of five times.

Gawd...how are we ever going to win this war?

I was walking to the gym today, which is only about three blocks away. I stopped at the intersection and waited for the light to turn red, so I could cross the street. The light turned red and I started across the street. Then, all of the sudden, a truck came flying through the intersection and the red light. I narrowly missed becoming roadkill. Ohhh..but that wasn't it...on top of the fact that this asshole almost ran me over while doing something illegal, he honked at me. HE FUKIN HONKED AT ME!!!!! As if I was the one who had done something wrong!!!! If there is a God, then this guy will proceed to run into a ditch or, perhaps, a nice, fat utility pole later in the week.

Sometimes I really hate people.

I'd like to start my post off with some great headlines from MSNBC.com.

No exercise leads to weight gain in girls (haha..no shit Sherlock! But what about guys?)
Slow walking best for obese adults (yes, I would imagine so!)

Anywho, did I mention weddings SUCK????? You know, S-U-C-K!!! I haven't had just one friggin day (or frackin day as a Battlestar Gallacticier would say) where I didn't have to deal or think about a stupid wedding detail or problem. JUST ONE DAY I ASK!!!! IS THAT TOO MUCH??? AHAREHOAHREIHAROEIH!

Gawd I can't wait until this is over and we're in Hawaii.

WElll....this weekend comes the day I've been dreading...

I'm turning 30 on Sunday. Yes, Jennifer Lopez and I share a birthday. Well, it's all downhill from here. Botox here we come! (hahaha) You know what's funny? Angelina Jolie and I were born the same year. What the hell? She looks like a woman and I look like I need a backpack and a pencil case for my birthday gift. Weird!

Sorry, but this has been a horribly boring post. Now I'm off to start my Harry Potter book. Do NOT tell me anything about the story!

Weird Quirks and Things That Suck About Me

Hi everybody! I really have nothing to say. There isn't anything interesting going on at the moment, well, at least nothing that would be interesting to anyone but me and I don't feel like bombarding you with more of my morbid tirades on the state of the world.....sooo...I thought I would tell you about some of my worst attributes:

1.) I am clumsy as hell! I don't know how this came about, because I don't recall being this way for the first 28 years of my life. It's only in the past year that I've become a supreme Klutz. Last month, as you should all know, I fell while I was walking down some concrete stairs in a parking garage. I twisted my ankle and bruised my coccyx bone. My coccyx is finally ok now, but my ankle is still not 100%. I am told it'll take at least 2 months before I'm fully recovered. And, well, everyday I hurt myself in some way. Stub a toe on the bed frame, bang my leg into the coffee table, get a paper cut on my hand, etc, etc. Yesterday I stubbed my toe, banged my knee on a kitchen counter while I was getting down from a stool, and tripped over my luggage, which was lying on my bedroom floor. Several weeks ago I was walking to the car and I hit my head on the low branch of a tree. Luckily I didn't fall to the ground, but the leasing office lady saw me. My right hand always has tiny healing cuts on it. I don't know where half of them come from. One day I was in kickboxing class and I looked at my hand and I had a tiny fresh cut that was bleeding. There's no possible way I could have cut it, because in my class we're just punching air. It's really a wonder I still have all my limbs. *knock on wood*

2.)I'm Obsessive Compulsive. I set my alarm clock at night and then I proceed to check it at least 4 to 5 times to make sure I got it right. Now I also make my fiance check it once too. I also make him verbally say aloud the time and the "am" for further verification. Before I leave the house I check my purse about 3 to 5 times to make sure I have everything I need. Consequently I have only forgotten my cell phone twice in the 7 years I've had it. I also open my wallet several times to verify that I have my driver's license. Sometimes I have to literally take my i.d. out of its slot just to be certain. Before I leave the house I also check the stove to make sure everything is turned off. For added measure I have to touch each knob like I'm checking off a mental list. That's probably about as bad as it gets. The good thing is that I'm almost always on schedule with everything and if you know me and I've been late for something it's almost surely my fiance's fault.

3.) I'm not photogenic. You may think I'm lying about this, but did you really think I'd post ugly pictures of myself? C'mon! Like my clumsiness, my unphotogenicness mysteriously appeared later in life. As a child I was a regular little model.


With the exception of a few awkward periods, (In sixth grade I went through my awkward phase, so I can't be blamed for that. In junior high school I had some minor hair issues that had to do with perms and Aqua Net, so that doesn't count either.) I've always taken great pictures.

In college, I took great pictures! Then a few years ago I started taking crappy pictures. I'd say out of 10 shots, 2 would turn out good. I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm not happy about it!

4.) I've indecisive...until I get annoyed. I'm one of those retarded people who goes:
Me: "I dunno...what do you wanna do?"
Other Person: "I dunno..what do you wanna do?"
Me: "I don't care. Whatever you want to do."
Other Person: "Don't you have an opinion?"
Me: "I dunno..I guess we could do A or B? Which do you prefer?"
Other Person: "I'm cool with anything."
Me: "DAmmit!!! Let's go watch a movie!"


5.) I have a hard time pooping in new settings. When I'm spending the weekend at someone else's place or in a hotel or whatever...it takes me at least 24-48 hours to get acclimated and by then I'm bloated and feeling ill.

6.) I hate bargaining. I'm HORRIBLE at it. I'm more inclined to say:
Me: "How much?"
Salesperson: "$25."
Me: "Ok."

My fiance hates bargaining almost as much as I do, so I guess we'll either not buy anything on our trip to India or I'll buy stuff and people will laugh at me.

7.) I have absolutely no concept of measurement. I don't know why my mind is mentally blocked like this, but it is. If you ask me how much gas is left in the tank, then I say it's halfway between the first line and the second line. That drives my fiance nuts. If you ask me how far it is to the store from here I will say a 20 minute drive. I will NOT say 16 miles. If you ask me how big the room is, then I will just give you a blank stare. I know it's dumb, but it is what it is. To my credit though, I am ABSOLUTELY EXCELLENT with directions.


8.) I hate long car rides and I hate sitting in the back seat. I tend to get motion sickness if I'm not the driver. My fiance can't figure out why I love rollercoasters, but I can't go on long, windy car rides. I contend it's because the car doesn't do loops and I love those.

Another wedding...

This past weekend was hectic. I left for Maryland around 9:15am and had my first wedding gown fitting at noon. Lugging around that huge gown was no easy feat. I had forgotten how gorgeous my gown was until I tried it on again. Just BEAUTIFUL!!! Obviously I can't post any pictures, because it's a big surprise for my groom. ;) I told my seamstress that I'm not going to wear a bra and she suggested some nifty foam pads to put in my dress to pose as voluptuous breasts. I was quite pleased with the affect. I now have a perfect hour glass figure when I wear my gown.

Later that night I went to my friends' rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Their wedding the next day was perfect. It went off without a hitch. Unfortunately, I found out that I suffer from aisleaphobia...the fear of walking down long aisles by myself, while scores of people stare at me and take pictures. This is not a good phobia to have if you're a bride. Fortunately, I won't be walking down the aisle by myself at my wedding. My poor Dad will be there to absorb some of the burden. I'm sure he'll be even more scared than I will be.

Here's a photo of me and my fiance with the groom and bride. Did I mention that they met because of me??? I'm soo damn cool!

I feel so sorry for those people in London. When I was young I had a very different view of the world. Now I'm surprised at how different my perception is now. I think perhaps it [the world] was always this bad, but I was too young to realize it.

I really wish Al-Qaida and other Islamic terrorists would stop using God as an excuse to carry out their agenda. I'd be surprised if they thought they were really fooling anyone. I suppose they are fooling some of the uneducated, poor Islamists, but in general I think everyone sees the truth. This play on religion is one of the things that annoys me most. It's like adding insult to injury when they make these ludicrous statements of "God's will". Any real religious person would know God would will no such thing.

Best News I've Heard All Week...

is that they've found that little girl Shasta and her kidnapper, who is responsible for raping and kidnapping Shasta and her brother Dylan and bludgeoning to death Shasta's family.

Some people don't agree with the death penalty. I respect that. Hell, I might end up at the pearly gates and God will say, "You were wrong all along. The death penalty was bad!"

But...for some reason I doubt it. I've really had it with today's cess pool of human miscreants. Not just the murders and rapists, but also the everyday scum on the street. Like the many ghetto bitches and thugs out there who harass people on a daily basis. I'm sick of the asshole who flicks you off because he thinks five miles over the speed limit is driving too slow.

What about the teenager in Brooklyn that was recently killed for his ipod?

What about that girl who's still missing in Aruba?

I'm damn sick and tired of it. I'm really to the point where I have little sympathy anymore. I hope Joseph Duncan gets something worse than lethal injection, because lethal injection can't begin to match what he did to his victims.

I've absolutely had it!