More rants inspired by politics.

Good reads. SRSLY

http://twokidsandabeagle.blogspot.com/2012/02/on-why-birth-control-matters.html

http://redpenmamapgh.com/2012/02/17/thinking-aloud-the-fight-about-birth-control/

I love these ladies
I need them on my blog roll as soon as I get to a pc.

Politics can EFF off.

Seriously.

#AngryRant

I could never marry a politician because the first time he made some ass-hatted move regarding MY RIGHT to regulate MY BODY? I would punch him right in crotch and tell him him that if I catch him touching himself later, it was going to happen again. Since ALL these MEN in political office think they have the right to govern a woman's body, why can't we govern them? We should have a say in all of the way HIS reproductive system works, right??? Contrary to popular belief, women don't go on the pill so they can "whore it up" all over town. So what if they did, at least they are being responsible.

Oh I forgot, only men are allowed to plow anything that moves.
#Proof:

Friess told NBC's Andrea Mitchell on "Andrea Mitchell Reports":

This contraceptive thing, my gosh, it's so inexpensive. Back in my days, they used Bayer aspirin for contraceptives. The gals put it between their knees, and it wasn't that costly.

The obvious suggestion by Friess: that women should put an aspirin between their legs so they don’t open them.

Asshole. I would have called him that right on TV.  FINE ME. Please.

We are denying or flipping out over sex education... FOR WHAT? You NEED a drivers license to operate a Mother Effing CAR. Shouldn't you NEED to know HOW your body WORKS before you take IT out of the garage??!! for gawd sakes. There are BIRTH CONTROL HEARINGS IN 2012!!!

Gay people can't get married.... WHY NOT? THEY aren't the ones screwing up the "institution of marriage," WE ARE DOING IT ALL BY OURSELVES. Hell, it would help our mother effing economy if they could. AGAIN, WHY DOES IT MATTER IF THEY ARE GAY????? I am positive nobody EVER uttered the words "Well, if it wasn't for that gay couple that got married last year, I would still be with my wife."

All this political bullshit, over a PILL that helps hormonal balance. So, us here womens don't go all crazy like and not be able to make do for ourselves. Men, they needs to save us. #NutPunch

Nobody fucking cares that gas prices are almost $4 fucking dollars, that we work our asses off to keep from losing our jobs (which we have to drive further to find). While employers ship more jobs to china, where people work for pennies to build an $800 iPad so that Apple can make money to sue anyone who dares to innovate.
Nobody cares that our children in school are lacking the education desperately needed to compete in the WORLD markets these days.

I think there should be a new way.

I think that Political Jobs should pay no more than $35,000 a year.
Normal health insurance
401k similar to the average large employer.
No lifetime ANYTHING.
No campaign spending allowed.
None of this spend 8000 years in office. After 4 terms? DONE. MOVE ON. The same president can't be elected more than twice, neither should YOU.
Nobody over the age of 62. period. If you can get as seniors discount, you shouldn't be in office. Minimum age should be 21.

Of course, I didn't think of everything... But anything to get the old, ignorant, prejudiced, short sighted, greedy, corrupted, good ol boys club, assholes out of office works for me.

Now, I can go study. Cause even though I have these here boobs, I also possess brains cells that let me learn stuffs.

/End sarcastic pissed off rant

It's not the damned size.

I have noticed something over the last 6 months or so, and its gotten to a point where I need to bitch about it.

I'm going to talk about girl parts. Specifically? Breasts.
Oh. And boy parts too. (Since you started it.)

Look, I understand that as human beings, we are physically attracted to things. Some like to do the plastic surgery route, and I'm not saying a damn thing about it in this post, to be clear. To each his own. Some people like red heads. Some people like short women. Some people like tall men. Some people like iPhones.

That is NOT what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the need to criticize and be *nasty* about physical traits we were BORN WITH.
Like eye color, height and DUN DUN ...breast size.

Some are big. Some are small. But let's clear some shit up right now. We didn't stand in the boob line and pick the damn size.
Saying... "...But she has small (or big) boobs..." In a nasty, judgemental way is just fucked up. Ok? I have had guys tell me I'm too endowed and that it is "a waste." Conversely, I have had some of my friends discover that their ENTIRE character as a PERSON, is being judge because genetics didn't give them something bigger than what they have.

WTF. THIS HURTS MY BRAIN. So, your a bad person if your rack isn't some predetermined, bullshit size?

I'm looking at men AND WOMEN HERE. Which ? WTF ladies??! You know that you get what you get, unless you buy bigger.

MEN.
The next time I hear one you utter in that nasty tone, I'm going to demand to see what is in your damn pants. Then we will see how the judging goes.

KNOCK IT OFF.

WHY we all have Car Insurance

If I had written this blog post earlier in the day it would have looked like this probably:
djinfnuf nebdujeij $*&! &#*%
I'll explain.
Nearly 3 weeks ago, when I was visiting "Mother Of One Thru Four," my car was hit. I'll call that girl: Bambi.
I park in the SAME spot every. Single. Time. I visit MOOTF. Sometimes, I visit MOOTF twice a week. When I visit, it's usually for a few hours. So, You know, MY CAR IS THERE A LOT.
Anyway. Bambi was backing out of her sister's driveway and backed right into my car.

I was nice. I didn't throw a fit or call the cops or lie and say she did more damage than that very nice crease in the fender. There was a small dent from when a deer bounced off the car years ago. The door has a bit of damage from that deer too. We looked at the car. Took pictures, agreed on what was new. I told her that the fender was now creased so more than likely it would need replaced.
Even I know you can't "uncrease" metal.
She asked me if she could call me with the insurance information when she got home. Bambi had a baby in the little suv and she wanted to talk to her husband about paying out of pocket. Being the nice, non asshole person I am? I said OK.

I went inside and described the incident to MOOTF. Bambi called me with the insurance info, then gave me bullshit (should have been my first clue) about not paying to fix something she didn't damage. (The door) I told her I would get estimates for the fender, after she gave me more grief about the insurance.
For a moment, I felt like I was talking to a customer at work. One who had gone over her minutes, knew she went over the minutes, had refused our offer to increase minutes but still wanted credits for ALL of the overage. (My Brain Hurt.)
This was a Thursday. I worked My usual schedule. So Tuesday, I go to a dealer and ask for an estimate for only the fender.
$970.

I showed it to MOOTF that day. I have a car with a METAL BODY. Not plastic. Metal is expensive.
Later, I call Bambi and give her the bad news. She has the balls to insinuate that I should not have the fender fixed. I very nicely tell her that she really needs to call her insurance. SINCE SHE HASN'T AT THIS POINT. The insurance company might have a place I can take it to, I say. So, she said she will call her agent in the morning. At the urging of a friend, I get a 2nd estimate at a body shop the next day. "Body shops are cheaper than a dealer."
$1200.

THE INSURANCE Company finally calls me while I was waiting for the write up of the estimate. I tell her that I don't care who pays for the fender. I just want it fixed. (My Mistake.) She tells me that THEY HAVE A PLACE IN WEXFORD. Three damn miles from the dealer I went to the day before. Only they can't get me in till Thursday. I waste my 45 minute lunch to rush over for the estimate. We discuss that I will need a rental car since they will need 2 days. He says he will call me when the fender is in. Rush back to work. His estimate before the approximate $250 for the rental I will need and not be paying for?
$720

That was 1/12. I called the claims agent 1/17. She informs me that Bambi hasn't returned her call. I had a 5 year old to throw a birthday party for and had to manage that this past weekend. So, I focused on the party. Today, I get a voicemail right before lunch time.
It is a fucking (see how long that took?) minute and a half of Bambi telling me that she is still TRYING TO DECIDE if she is going to pay for it. Why? WHY? Because the mean old insurance company can't quote her an exact figure of how much her insurance will go up.
Look, I have been patient and nice. But you know what? It's nearly $1000 no matter which way you cut it. Your fucking insurance is not going up $1000. Unless you wreck into things all the damn time. THIS is why people act like assholes, call the cops, yell, and throw fits over minor fender benders.
She has until Friday. On Friday, I'm calling that agent and telling the agent I want the insurance company to pay for it. Bambi has had more than enough time.
If her sister didn't live across the street from MOOTF, I would have called today.

If you got this far, the moral of the story is : Don't be an asshole. If it is your fault, let your damn insurance take care of it. That is what the fuck you pay them for. Period.

Apartment warming party

Twitter ordered me to have one. So... I am. If you can read this? Your invited. Just rsvp to me by 12/1 thru Facebook, text, email, or twitter. It's not hard to get a hold of me.

DETAILS: 12/10 @ 7 pm. At my apt. With the after-party around 10:00pm at Tramps. (412 greentree rd) Let's admit it... I have a small place even with the little patio, hence the other location for later. You CAN smoke at tramps. I request that smoking be taken out to the patio while at my place please.

I was told to post a list of things I needed still. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET ME STUFF. SRSLY.
I feel ... Weird... Asking, because I've had so much help already. In moving, emotional support, stuff people gave me.... It's been so much. 

As of today, I kinda need :

Potholders (the catalyst behind this all. I don't have any)

Canister set (sugar, flour, etc type.)

A full set of measuring cups

A blender (I don't have one. Do I need one? I don't know?)

I really want a little charcoal grill for my patio and the charcoal chimney. But I'm probably not grilling anything till spring.

Bread pan (promised a friend meatloaf)

Cake pans. (Round, square, whatever. I have none. And I have a mini stove.)

Small coffee maker (for the handful of visitors who may drink coffee)

Someone mentioned a tool set. I lack hammer, pliers, level measuring tape, stuff to hang pictures...  maybe a little box for it to go in. You may decide if I should really own a hammer or not LOL

Gift cards to target and walmart are always good.

I don't know what else. I can't think of anything.

You don't have to get me stuff. Just come over, hang out. Good friends and family are all I really need.

NO fainting

I took a break from blogging here. An extended vacation... Since then Facebook has effed itself up so bad that I pretty much give up on it.

I've decided that Klout is the most ridiculous waste of time EVER.  And people who think the real world actually cares about their Klout scores need smacked.
Really hard.
Upside the of their heads.
Did I mention hard?

I'm giving myself 100,000,000 points in FakeKlout for rants.  There. I rule the #fakesquare and and Fakeklout world. Fake getglue can kiss my ass. I don't have cable or satellite. It annoys the shit out of me too. Let's make them all 1 effing tweet for my amusement.

Checking in on my sofa, while checking in at watching a tv show on getglue and giving klout points to myself for being a jag off?

Not that I'm angry about it or anything. I love my time line being littered with automated useless posts.

I love you my friends, really. I do.

Never forget.

It should not take a 10 year anniversary to remind us.

We should remember EVERY DAY.

LOVE your family.

STOP being petty.

LIVE *your* life.

HUG all your friends.