<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205</id><updated>2012-01-24T18:34:38.900-05:00</updated><category term='Happy Angie'/><category term='pool tour'/><category term='Pens'/><category term='PSA'/><category term='Annoyed Angie'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='Hmmmm'/><category term='Guest Rants'/><category term='SNOW'/><category term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><category term='Tired Angie'/><category term='Julia'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Steelers'/><category term='open letters'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Odds n Ends'/><category term='Strange sightings'/><category term='Pirates Suck'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category term='Love This Church'/><category term='Angry Angie'/><title type='text'>Ranting In Pittsburgh!</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a working mom, I'm temperamental, I'm Italian, I'm from Pittsburgh and I RANT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8477220793713561725</id><published>2012-01-24T00:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T02:33:46.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY we all have Car Insurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had written this blog post earlier in the day it would have looked like this probably:&lt;br /&gt;djinfnuf nebdujeij $*&amp;amp;! &amp;amp;#*%&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 3 weeks ago, when I was visiting "Mother Of One Thru Four," my car was hit. I'll call that girl: Bambi.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Bambi was backing out of her sister's driveway and backed right into my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kzVE3y2-kVw/Tx5D_S1PzKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b5crfQ_Gbg0/fender%252520.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Even I know you can't "uncrease" metal.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.)&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;$970.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I showed it to MOOTF that day. I have a car with a METAL BODY. Not plastic. Metal is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;$1200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;$720&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt; If her sister didn't live across the street from MOOTF, I would have called today. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8477220793713561725?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8477220793713561725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-we-all-have-car-insurance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8477220793713561725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8477220793713561725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-we-all-have-car-insurance.html' title='WHY we all have Car Insurance'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-kzVE3y2-kVw/Tx5D_S1PzKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/b5crfQ_Gbg0/s72-c/fender%252520.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4871941563999252570</id><published>2011-11-16T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:29:50.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment warming party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was told to post a list of things I needed still. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET ME STUFF. SRSLY. &lt;br&gt;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.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of today, I kinda need :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Potholders (the catalyst behind this all. I don't have any)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Canister set (sugar, flour, etc type.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A full set of measuring cups&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blender (I don't have one. Do I need one? I don't know?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really want a little charcoal grill for my patio and the charcoal chimney. But I'm probably not grilling anything till spring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bread pan (promised a friend meatloaf)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cake pans. (Round, square, whatever. I have none. And I have a mini stove.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Small coffee maker (for the handful of visitors who may drink coffee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone mentioned a tool set. I lack hammer, pliers, level measuring tape, stuff to hang pictures...&amp;#160; maybe a little box for it to go in. You may decide if I should really own a hammer or not LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gift cards to target and walmart are always good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what else. I can't think of anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't have to get me stuff. Just come over, hang out. Good friends and family are all I really need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4871941563999252570?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4871941563999252570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/11/apartment-warming-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4871941563999252570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4871941563999252570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/11/apartment-warming-party.html' title='Apartment warming party'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1334262080818070318</id><published>2011-11-16T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:37:28.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO fainting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;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. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've decided that Klout is the most ridiculous waste of time EVER.&amp;#160; And people who think the real world actually cares about their Klout scores need smacked. &lt;br&gt;Really hard. &lt;br&gt;Upside the of their heads. &lt;br&gt;Did I mention hard?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm giving myself 100,000,000 points in FakeKlout for rants.&amp;#160; 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;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?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that I'm angry about it or anything. I love my time line being littered with automated useless posts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you my friends, really. I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1334262080818070318?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1334262080818070318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-took-break-from-blogging-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1334262080818070318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1334262080818070318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-took-break-from-blogging-here.html' title='NO fainting'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-654490525573498201</id><published>2011-09-11T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:30:13.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It should not take a 10 year anniversary to remind us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We should remember EVERY DAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE your family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STOP being petty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIVE *your* life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HUG all your friends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-654490525573498201?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/654490525573498201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/654490525573498201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/654490525573498201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-forget.html' title='Never forget.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8381977995435595230</id><published>2011-07-26T00:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:59:44.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Shit I wanna do: Some Damn Day Edition</title><content type='html'>I know its been a while. I had a post in draft for weeks and its just not meaningful anymore, so I trashed it. I looked at my posts for inspiration to get back in the groove. Nothing like a list mostly unchanged to piss me off enough to write. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shit I wanna do: Some Damn Day Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Ocean (Probably not till next yr. BOO)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water (AFTER DARK TOUR too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Kennywood for phantom fright nights (adult day is planned for 8/9 YAY)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heinz History Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PGH Glass Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phipps Conservatory (DONE!!!WOOO But I wanna go back with an adult lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit PGH Marshmallow (I ate some. From the man who makes them. Does that count???)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit PGH Popcorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that my vacation week, I can mark some shit off this stupid list, so I get less sporky.I have also come to the conclusion there are places I probably never get to go see. I envy those who get to travel to other states and see cool stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8381977995435595230?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8381977995435595230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/07/shit-i-wanna-do-some-damn-day-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8381977995435595230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8381977995435595230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/07/shit-i-wanna-do-some-damn-day-edition.html' title='Shit I wanna do: Some Damn Day Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1741224769910945515</id><published>2011-06-19T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:00:28.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>A life worth living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Mom blog post]&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute last week, I decided that I was taking Julia to kennywood. Just the 2 of us. It was a great afternoon. I have some adorable pics that I will put up on Facebook soon. We got there later than I wanted, but we rode everything we could ride. And a couple things, we rode twice. &lt;br /&gt;She was pure joy and so well behaved.... And I left behind all that has been stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make all my time with her count. &lt;br /&gt;I think about all I have gone thru in the last year. How I have survived thru it an become a stronger person. How its helped me to have her. How its helped me to be a better mom.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it has. &lt;br /&gt;My job maybe a pain in the ass. But it pays me enough money that I can do things like that with her. What is life worth living without love, laughter, and someone (even just a 4 1/2 yr old) to hold your hand?Something we should all strive for... Maybe then... This world would be a less angry place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1741224769910945515?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1741224769910945515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-worth-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1741224769910945515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1741224769910945515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-worth-living.html' title='A life worth living.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7445440421307629009</id><published>2011-06-11T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:00:38.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>#PoolTour2011 South Park Wave Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week I decided we were going swimming damn it. &lt;br /&gt;My sister suggested the south park wave pool since she was over that way. &lt;br /&gt;Admission is the same price as north park. &lt;br /&gt;DAYTIME Adult 5.00 &lt;br /&gt;Senior Citizen 3.00 &lt;br /&gt;Junior 4.00 &lt;br /&gt;Youth 3.00 &lt;br /&gt;Children 1.00&lt;br /&gt;The changing area was fairly clean. The concession stand was pretty extensive, but chaotic... Because it was kinda of self serve, if they were out of something you had to wait. This caused a bit of confusion. The prices were not too bad and the food was pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;There was a good bit of seating though outside the concession area, thought not a lot of it was shaded with table umbrellas. There is a reasonable sized play area for toddlers and a larger tree just inside the gates. But there is no baby pool. &lt;br /&gt;The wave pool was clean, has a sloped entry and the waves seemed to be turned on randomly. A bell would ring as warning. The towel area was covered in indoor/outdoor grass carpet and rafts could be rented for $4 + $1 deposit.&lt;br /&gt;Over all we had fun. It was Julia's first wave pool experience. She got a pretty big kick out of it. The water was a bit cold. But at 90* you tend to welcome the numbness from the cold. And waves tend to take care of getting you wet fast. &lt;br /&gt;I would give it a B. Because the tables were missing their umbrellas and lack of kiddie pool &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7445440421307629009?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7445440421307629009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/06/pooltour2011-south-park-wave-pool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7445440421307629009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7445440421307629009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/06/pooltour2011-south-park-wave-pool.html' title='#PoolTour2011 South Park Wave Pool'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-588645273357195696</id><published>2011-05-30T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:01:32.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>#TheGrave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I start, I would to say that the way I use really long hashtags has evolved after seeing how @sheepthemoon starting doing it. Capitalizing the first letter of the word makes it so much easier to read. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple weeks ago I got to help celebrate @chilla's birthday weekend with @mindbling, @cc_0920 and @wildthang412. Our venue of choice?? The Linden Grove on RT 88 in the south hills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't take credit for the tag. That was all @cc_0920's doing after the first time she was there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To start off the night in true Angie fashion, I was late because I got food on myself. This required me to run to Walmart and buy a clean shirt. At ten pm on a Saturday night. That my friends? #scary&lt;br /&gt;Once I make it back, I spend 20 min looking for parking. Apparently, that is THE PLACE TO BE in the south hills. It's been about 12-13 yrs since I was last in the grove. I will say the front entrance has seen better days. &lt;br /&gt;The "bouncer" cards me. And for a moment I'm not sure he is gonna let me in. Really? Really. This has become a new trend. I know people say I don't look 34. But I know I don't look under 21. This happened in cranberry once, when I wanted to purchase a small bottle of wine. The cashier studied my id to the point that I was sure he was gonna make me leave with out it. But I digress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I step inside the main area, it is like meeting 1995 while 1995 was tripping on acid. The music is loud. The place is *packed* with the wildest assortment of people I have ever seen crammed in to a dance club. The music was fast, slow, older and some newer. Everyone could find something to dance to there. &lt;br /&gt;There were barely 21, faux Bohemian chicks (aka the dance floor drink police) all the way up to 85 yr old grannies. Frat boys and old men. Cougars and cowboys. I saw suits, dresses, jeans, animal prints on people who should never ever wear animal print and just plain old fashion fail. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out. I could have worn the swimsuit top I bought that day instead of buying a clean shirt. Nobody would have noticed. LOL. It took me a bit to find my friends in the massive crowd. I am pretty sure an older man grabbed my ass. It took forever just to get a drink too. The place was packed. It was also hot as Hell in there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have decided that every organized dance is just a rip off of the OG, the electric slide. It stalks me and haunts me every place I go for music and dancing. At least this place? Warns you. So you can run to the bar for a drink while everybody rushes to the dance floor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could spend all afternoon talking about it. Honestly, you have to experience it. &lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you next time I set foot in #TheGrave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-588645273357195696?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/588645273357195696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/thegrave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/588645273357195696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/588645273357195696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/thegrave.html' title='#TheGrave'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3215281076761418247</id><published>2011-05-16T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T01:53:51.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it's educational</title><content type='html'>A lesson In Hashtags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I made a new friend on twitter. He is very new to twitter and decided I was a good person to learn something from when it comes to tweeting. *flattered* I have over 21,000 tweets. But there are people out there who have more. Maybe it is because once upon a time I did not like twitter. (Only he couldn't possibly know that since we just met.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick yourself up off the floor. It's ok. That was like...2008ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started 2/21/2009 (thanks to my friends who could see the date even though I can't.) It took 6 months to write this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-twitter-im-sorry.html"&gt;Dear Twitter, I'm Sorry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been all down hill from there. LOL. Most of my tweets started rolling in around early 2010, when I finally had interwebs on my phone. Anyway, the reason I post, is a lesson in Hashtags. My new friend asked me what they were, I wasn't prepared for the question. I answered it as best I could.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hashtags are Twitter's way of connecting tweets, to put it simply.&amp;nbsp; A utility in its purest sense. Search Twitter for #pirates and you may see a lot of weeping as our baseball team gets killed by opposing Major League teams. Search Twitter for #gosharks and you will find some hilarious, possibly untranslatable tweets from @superfro432. &lt;br /&gt;There are no real rules. We make the tags up. If enough people use the same tag, then it becomes a twitter trending topic.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow hashtag addicts and I use it that way. We use it to get a point across when squeezing something in to 140 characters. (#StillSoWorthIt) We use it to honor an icon. (#MyronCope) We make it up as we go along. (#GoodDayDammit) We hashtag our texts and IM's too. Because... it just makes sense to us. It took me a very long time to understand hashtags. Honestly, its an organic thing. As you get into twitter more, you will eventually start tagging shit. It's a fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags I have used:&lt;br /&gt;#saveme, #stab, #thegrave (that is another blog post), #fakesquare, #WTFSnow, #lifewitha4yrold #CauseIm14 #nerd&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We use it for games too. This is how I got immersed in them. Twitter games.&lt;br /&gt;To see the games we play, go to twitter and search #FakeMarathonTweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BAoJCn4De4/TdCzwErhLzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XIm4lk3H0-Y/s1600/tweets1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BAoJCn4De4/TdCzwErhLzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XIm4lk3H0-Y/s640/tweets1.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really wish I had screen caps of the #FakeLifetimeMovies and #BadKidsMovieSequals that we did a while back. Oh that? Was some funny shit. The point is to have fun with it. Make up your own. You are allowed. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions? ask away on comment or on twitter of course. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak peak at my next blog post topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tG_4cP9hNNQ/TdC20NCJaPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/08KTIe6olZg/s1600/tweets2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tG_4cP9hNNQ/TdC20NCJaPI/AAAAAAAAAXE/08KTIe6olZg/s640/tweets2.png" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3215281076761418247?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3215281076761418247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-its-educational.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3215281076761418247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3215281076761418247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-its-educational.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s educational'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8BAoJCn4De4/TdCzwErhLzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/XIm4lk3H0-Y/s72-c/tweets1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7442456096791819125</id><published>2011-05-04T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:01:33.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><title type='text'>The List. UPDATED... heh</title><content type='html'>First, sorry for lack of posting.... oops. I didn't realize I hadn't posted since 4/18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to use my Groupon. Took Julia to Phipps to see the butterfly room. Oh she loves that and the kid garden. Facebook has tons of new pics uploaded... We will go again. :-) Today, I am adding a couple of new things for my next 12 months....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shit I wanna do: May Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water AFTER DARK TOUR &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Kennywood for phantom fright nights &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heinz History Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PGH Glass Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phipps Conservatory (DONE!!!WOOO But I wanna go back with an adult lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit PGH Marshmallow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit PGH Popcorn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So... WHO wants to help me check some shit off this LIST???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7442456096791819125?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7442456096791819125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/list-updated-heh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7442456096791819125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7442456096791819125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/05/list-updated-heh.html' title='The List. UPDATED... heh'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7730469464344873019</id><published>2011-04-18T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:02:49.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>The Damn Highway "Police"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. So. Everyone who knows me knows that I, more often than not, never drive the speed limit. In the interest of @beaglehq not tracking my ass down and writing me tickets... I'm not saying how fast I drive. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What drives this post (see that? Made a pun Hahahaha) today is a new thing I have noticed on the highways recently. It's become very very aggravating. I call them "speed police." These are people who see you rolling up the highway doing *cough* mph and decide your going too fast. So, what they do is shoot out in to the passing lane and refuse to move back or pick up the effing pace. In some cases, I have seen them slow to below the speed limit or matching speeds with a car in the right lane so that everyone is stuck behind them. Thus causing a traffic jam on the damn highway at rush hour when we are all in a damn hurry. I always end up stuck behind 3-4 cars who are being held up by someone who woke up on the Jagoff side of the bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are in a hurry for a REASON. &lt;br /&gt;It's called the wexford exit of agony construction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So please, "speed police," stop being assholes. We weren't bothering you in the slow lane. We weren't tailgating anyone. We are just trying to get to work for goodness sake. &lt;br /&gt;If some of us want to drive *cough*, then that is on us if we get a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;Don't glare with anger at the people who decided to pass you on the right side because you refused to get in the NON-passing lane. They followed you for a couple miles while you did [much slower speed] intentionally. You put everyone in foul moods because we know its gonna be at least 15-20 minutes just to get thru that small work zone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also when getting on 79 from 228 there is almost NO EXCUSE to not be doing 65 (the speed limit there) at the end of the 4 mile long on ramp.&amp;#160; Jez!!! I have almost been nailed by people while trying to merge because they are not even CLOSE to the highway speeds at the end of the ramp. Or they slam on their brakes just as they merge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY DO YOU THINK IT IS SO LONG???&lt;br /&gt;So that you can MERGE with traffic. Not so you can attempt to cause a pile up there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop being rude. Stop almost causing accidents. Please. (See that? I was nice and said please.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. I hate 4square. I loathe 4square day and how it blew up my Twitter feed with over 100 of that same damn mother effing post in the span of a couple hours.&amp;#160; Please, my dear Twitter friends.... I love you. But you guys are killing me here. Does it really need to be posted to Twitter that you unlocked 4sq day???? 100 times? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why fakesquare is returning with my own brand of twistedness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pps. Get glue? You are cruising to end up on my shit list too. But your not there yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7730469464344873019?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7730469464344873019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/04/damn-highway.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7730469464344873019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7730469464344873019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/04/damn-highway.html' title='The Damn Highway &amp;quot;Police&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7842846885277833610</id><published>2011-04-09T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:03:31.352-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Suck it PennDOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tis the season traffic and gas prices make me want to weep with despair. Looks like I'm going to have to cancel my trip to Georgia this summer. I can't afford to drive there now and I'm not brave enough to take Julia on a plane myself for the first time ever, for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;So...&amp;#160; Closer to home it is. :-(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liberty tunnels of doom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will call them that until they put some Gawd damn lights back in there. I really REALLY have no clue what they are doing. Other than being dumb. I've been at current job for almost 2 yrs. They have been working on the tunnels that long. I saw the resurfacing of the walls. I saw some washing of ceiling and walls. &lt;br /&gt;What gets me are the lights. On both sides, they spent WEEKS cleaning the lights on one side of the each tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what???&lt;br /&gt;The effers took down the lights they cleaned!!!! Weeks wasted. To removed the clean lights and leave the filthy ones. So its still like doom in there while they install new lights in the now dirty (again) and UNPAINTED tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it easier to clean and paint BEFORE you put up new lights????&lt;br /&gt;Idiots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wexford Exit of Agony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think I can better describe the bridge reconstruction any better. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7842846885277833610?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7842846885277833610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/04/suck-it-penndot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7842846885277833610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7842846885277833610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/04/suck-it-penndot.html' title='Suck it PennDOT.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6341295211842024455</id><published>2011-03-30T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:54:17.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Eff PATransit</title><content type='html'>There are several reasons I am thankful I don't ride buses anymore.... Even when I complain about the shit on 79 north. It is ALWAYS better than a bus. Over the last few days... I have felt compelled to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;A tweet from PGHtraffic on 3/28. When it was like 20* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Early word is most @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="PGHtransit" href="http://twitter.com/PGHtransit" rel="nofollow"&gt;PGHtransit&lt;/a&gt; svc running smoothly but trips missed on some routes. Dress warm and be patient. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="https://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23pittsburgh" rel="nofollow" title="#pittsburgh"&gt;#pittsburgh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="https://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23transit" rel="nofollow" title="#transit"&gt;#transit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Angie's Translation: &lt;br /&gt;Dear riders, We cut service and decided to EFF some more of you over by not effing SHOWING UP. Hope you didn't need to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;Signed, Assholes who work at PAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this article in the PG &lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/11088/1135460-147.stm"&gt;Onorato: No deal better than bad deal with Port Authority workers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr. Onorato acknowledged that the proposals were "tough" but said he  was disappointed neither was put to a union vote. "The drivers never got  to see it. They have no idea what's in there," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said the authority currently is paying $31.5 million a year for  health care for 3,300 retirees -- more than the 2,700 active employees  who get it.&lt;/b&gt; By contrast, the much bigger SEPTA transit agency in  Philadelphia spends $8 million, he said. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Angie Translation:&lt;br /&gt;We pay more people more money to&amp;nbsp; people who are *not* employees than we have actually working. And by working we include the ones who are habitually late or skip trips and never can be fired cause the union nedz moneyz 4 duez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headline I saw in the PG today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/11088/1135545-455.stm"&gt;Port Authority union willing to restart talks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Angie Translation:&lt;br /&gt;OMG they called our service cut bluff FINALLY!!!! AHHHH !!! The union nedz those moneyz from duez but we have to lay paying members off!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can attest there are decent drivers, and they put up with tons of shit including nut cases and buses that are literally falling apart. As for PAT and the union?&amp;nbsp; I say... let them go bankrupt. Eff it. They did this to themselves by being damn greedy. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;$31.5 million a year for  health care for 3,300 retirees????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Let them go bankrupt. Lose all their benefits. Crumble to bits. Creditors will fight over the parts. Debit will be written off.&amp;nbsp; Retirees will find themselves like the rest of the effing US economy. There would be hardly any service for a while and traffic will be hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, from it would rise a leaner less bullshit heavy transit system. The current one is such a damn mess. Its almost pointless to try and save it. We go thru this shit EVERY YEAR. The transit system should be growing with the cost of gas (AGAIN) being so high. Not shrinking and being less and less useful. Maybe it is time to shut the whole effing thing down and rebuild it from the trolley lines and bus ways...out. How about we have a rule that if your a terrible driver, terrible at your job, you get effing fired? You know, LIKE THE REST OF US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure one of my 100 readers will disagree with me, but I think union are mostly bullshit these days. They had their place, but in today's world, I don't believe they do any real good. They create bullshit and take your money for their damn dues. Oh, they keep bad employees from getting fired and/or staying that way. Yeah... cause that is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6341295211842024455?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6341295211842024455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/eff-patransit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6341295211842024455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6341295211842024455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/eff-patransit.html' title='Eff PATransit'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5965997307755688687</id><published>2011-03-25T00:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:04:21.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>It's my blog. I'll bitch if I want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before anyone goes all Pittsburgh on me.... This is my place to rant. So today, I'm ranting about weather. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has felt like the longest winter EVER. I'm sick of the cold. Of heavy winter coats. Of sweaters. I don't give a shit if this is normal for Pittsburgh in March. As far as I am concerned... As soon as the first day of spring hit, all snow and frost became forbidden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe its the two winters of terrifying, epically long commutes, shoveling shit loads snow, bitter cold temperatures early and relentless in their staying power, the mother effing stink bugs that some how still appear or that liar groundhog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What ever it is... I'm sick of winter. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I could move. But I probably never will despite an urge to do so this winter more than any other. Why? Well, despite its flaws, I love Pittsburgh very much. It's not Pittsburgh's fault that it's located in weather bullshit central of Pa. I would point out all the weather and earth bullshit that doesn't happen here, except I don't want to jinx us. Also, my family and friends.... They would ALL have to move with me. That's not happening. They love Pittsburgh too. You're stuck with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I will bitch and moan about winter. But as I did last year, I will make you a promise.... I will not utter a word of complaint about 90 and holy hawt. Cause I can always go swimming. You didn't hear a peep last year either. Go look. Look at my archives, look at my 17,000+ tweets. (OMG, do I ever shut up???) There are no complaints. Not one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring it on already. Also, someone needs to do something about that lying effing groundhog. Srsly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My next post will be called "suck it, penndot." I'll write it tomorrow as I sit in epic bullshit traffic on northbound 279/79 as I desperately try to get to Cranberry in less than an hour and half.&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5965997307755688687?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5965997307755688687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-my-blog-i-bitch-if-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5965997307755688687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5965997307755688687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-my-blog-i-bitch-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&amp;#39;s my blog. I&amp;#39;ll bitch if I want to.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-715403058667560410</id><published>2011-03-07T01:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:09:18.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to my car. And ode to my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Impala,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know you don't have a name or even a car gender. I tend to name my computers... not my cars... But your gonna earn the name Bitch if you don't knock your shit off. &lt;br&gt;Srsly. &lt;br&gt;I put mid grade gas in you. I listen to good music in you. I make sure that your oil is changed, your tires are correctly inflated. You get regular baths even in winter... I get the damn good wash too. The list goes on. I know you have boo-boos, some are my fault. Some aren't. I am working on fixing those, so cut me some slack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately... you have fish-tailed and spun out on me. I'll blame part of that on the effing snow. The cigarette lighter socket quit working for no damn reason leaving me to chose between charging my phone or listening to my Zen w the other port.&amp;#160; But this wiper arm? On the driver's side? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is on my last damn nerve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time it came loose I thought I was screwed. It flopped all over the windshield like a fish out of water. Thankfully my dad got my frantic voicemail an knew exactly what was wrong after talking to me. He fixed it. In like 3 damn minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fine for about month. Then I noticed it was out of position the night of snowhell. It was going too far again. And I adjusted it. Then I woke up to more effing snow Sunday morning. While I cursed the whole way to the car, I wasn't counting on you being a bitch. &lt;br&gt;As soon as I switched on the wiper and saw it flop off the side of the CAR, I invented new curse words... I repositioned the arm. AGAIN. On my way to cranberry I called my dad, (thank you daddy, for answering the phone at 830 am on a Sunday) and ask in my rant mode voice, what the eff tool should I buy to fix my effing wiper arm. Why? Because the damn thing is flopping on the side of my damn car AGAIN!! It looks like its trying to reach the door window!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight after work, my dad was out in the cold and dark putting a locking washer and some locktite on there. I put the arm in the right position. This better be the last time we talk about this. I don't want to have to replace the whole effing arm. If you don't knock your shit off, I'll put more princess band aids on you! &lt;br&gt;I'll start calling you "the bitch." &lt;br&gt;[Mom voice]&lt;br&gt;I mean it.Enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-715403058667560410?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/715403058667560410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-letter-to-my-car-and-ode-to-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/715403058667560410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/715403058667560410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/open-letter-to-my-car-and-ode-to-my-dad.html' title='Open letter to my car. And ode to my dad.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8572855722536125659</id><published>2011-03-01T00:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:19:15.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><title type='text'>GRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;First... it has been a Grrrr kind of week. The last 7 days have spent their time tormenting me.&lt;br&gt;Some days have been giant fail:&lt;br&gt;8.5 inches of snow last Monday, and a nerve shredding 4 hr commute home from cranberry.&lt;br&gt;Arguments with a friend. &lt;br&gt;Sleep battles w the kid.&lt;br&gt;Plans to go out being canceled or falling thru last minute.&lt;br&gt;The insane calling in at work that makes my brain hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some days were really good:&lt;br&gt;Scoring my new area rug cheaply.&lt;br&gt;Hanging out, having a great time with @v_rock and having some beers.&lt;br&gt;The kid snuggled with me at night watching a movie.&lt;br&gt;Good meetings with my supervisor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the biggest thing to piss me off has been State farm. It was decided that it would be a better deal to have them for auto since the house had them for insurance there. That choice, which was not mine entirely... has done nothing but aggravate me to no end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off, their website is in the effing dark ages. You're lucky if you can figure out how much you owe. That is after you wait for them to ENABLE the ability to view it online. Can't pay, can't get quotes or make changes. Sad, sad, sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last July some shit got messed up on the policy when we tried to add a vehicle. It was changed for one of their stupid reasons and then we were given a quote that was $30 a month off. &lt;br&gt;Yes. $30. &lt;br&gt;Somehow they sent a cancel notice to effing Penndot. After going rounds w them about the policy and then the cost... I was pretty pissed to get the "letter" from Penndot. &lt;br&gt;I called my idiot agents, who promised to fix it.&lt;br&gt;Now its time to register my car again. Guess what I can't do? Guess what I need? A fuckin letter from statefarm saying I have had insurance since August. Guess who did not fix this? &lt;br&gt;I can't find the Penndot letter now... all these months later. Guess who won't give me or Penndot a letter saying I have been PAYING them for my car car insurance with out the damn Penndot letter? &lt;br&gt;That's right... state effing farm. &lt;br&gt;So what if I have had car insurance all this time. So what if I'm paying them. They aren't gonna do SHIT for me to fix THEIR screw up with out PROOF that Penndot wants a letter. &lt;br&gt;Are you shitting me? &lt;br&gt;WHY THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE ASKING THEM TO FAX THE LETTER TO PENNDOT????&lt;br&gt;WHY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What kind of "good neighbor" bullshit is this? It this the "good neighbor" who borrows shit, like tools or money, and never gives it back? It this the "good neighbor" who parties till 3am in the middle of week on a regular basis? &lt;br&gt;EFF this... "Good neighbor" my ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now tomorrow... I have to find a way to get a copy of the letter that says Penndot needs a letter. So that my sf agent can fax Penndot a letter that says I have their damn insurance.&lt;br&gt;Yeah, wrap your brain around THAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Effers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8572855722536125659?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8572855722536125659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/grrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8572855722536125659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8572855722536125659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/03/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1220459877140208295</id><published>2011-02-07T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:05:21.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we didn't win. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time...&amp;nbsp; I can tell you there were quite a few of my own friends who were sure that we would not even make the playoffs. So? I'll take it. Train wreck and all. &lt;br /&gt;There will be tons of game break downs. I will skip that part.&lt;br /&gt;Julia cheered like a little trooper all the way to the bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter provided me with the most hilarious feed last night. Between the commercials, fail half time show, fail during the game, and the relative whom tried very hard to get smacked in the head with my beloved Droid.... Twitter saves. &lt;br /&gt;I even had non-Twitter people laughing with some of the posts I quoted. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you steelers.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO PENS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1220459877140208295?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1220459877140208295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1220459877140208295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1220459877140208295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2752790113189768459</id><published>2011-02-04T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:40:17.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Why I loathe politics</title><content type='html'>Politics.&lt;br /&gt;They anger me.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely ever talk about them because they piss me off so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I actually refuse to declare a party because both side piss me off to no end.&lt;br /&gt;This was a tweet I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post.&amp;nbsp; (so much for cutting back on the F word.)&lt;br /&gt;And if you ignore every other link I ever post, at least read this &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;. It was summed up best in one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;span class="tweet-user-name"&gt;   @gwenix&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="tweet-full-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                       "In short: Fertilized eggs are people; women are not." &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.rhrealitycheck.org/blog/2011/02/04/protecting-life-bill-says-women/" href="http://bit.ly/hDrGjf" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.rhrealitycheck.org/blog/2011/02/04/protecting-life-bill-says-women/"&gt;http://bit.ly/hDrGjf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;A quote: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They want to "protect life" so much that they have written into the bill  a new amendment that would override the requirement that emergency room  doctors save every patient, regardless of status or ability to pay.&amp;nbsp;  The law would carve out an exception for pregnant women; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;doctors and  hospitals &lt;i&gt;will be allowed to let pregnant women die &lt;/i&gt;if interventions to save them will kill the fetus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;I think my brain just fucking exploded because I DON'T GET IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;First of all. IT IS 2011. WHY THE FUCK do women still have to fight to be considered PEOPLE??&amp;nbsp; If you want to get fucking ignorant, then men shouldn't be allowed to wack off because they are committing genocide every time. This is bullshit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;WHY IS MY LIFE WORTH LESS IF I'M PREGNANT GAWD DAMN IT??? WHY?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;Another quote to sum up the legal bullshit: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;But for good measure and just to make sure we all understood the deeply  misogynistic underpinning of today's Republican party, the new language  would allow hospitals &lt;i&gt;to refuse to provide abortion  care when necessary to save a woman’s life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-corner"&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-meta"&gt;&lt;span class="icons"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="tweet-row"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHY would I have NO RIGHT to live? What the fuck kind of mothers did these lawmakers have that they want to kill us all anyway they can in the name of the unborn? Why Am I worth LESS? &lt;br /&gt;I will say it right now, don't bother to argue with me. You will never win. Never.&lt;br /&gt;I have just as much right to LIVE as a fucking man. Pregnant or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to another asshole lawmaker who thinks rape is made up and us silly women should shut the fuck up and get in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rhrealitycheck.org/blog/2011/02/04/rape-victims-arent-victims-according-georgia"&gt;rape victims arent victims according georgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if he actually KNEW a rape victim he would shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;I loathe politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2752790113189768459?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2752790113189768459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-loathe-politics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2752790113189768459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2752790113189768459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-loathe-politics.html' title='Why I loathe politics'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1565764907204080507</id><published>2011-01-21T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:08:59.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Letters to pgh drivers....</title><content type='html'>Dear People of Pittsburgh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT want to spend 14 miles of my 27 mile commute getting my car assaulted with salt from the salt truck on 279/79. Do me a favor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the EFFING salt truck.  Please. Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;Or get the hell out of my way so I can. I don't particularly care to have it slamming off car more than it already does on a regular damn basis. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love w bitchiness,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. thank you to the people who for the first time in 17 yrs now plow my moms dead end hill. Not having to walk that hill in the winter is wonderful. Also the disabled residence love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1565764907204080507?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1565764907204080507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-to-pgh-drivers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1565764907204080507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1565764907204080507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-to-pgh-drivers.html' title='Letters to pgh drivers....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7864731922092981219</id><published>2011-01-08T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:25:58.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><title type='text'>Updated "Shit I want to do" List</title><content type='html'>Updated List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Ocean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Kennywood for phantom fright nights&amp;nbsp; (next year item)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heinz History Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The PGH Glass Center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phipps Conservatory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And really... there are places on this list that I should have been to before... I grew up here for the love of Gawd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7864731922092981219?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7864731922092981219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/updated-shit-i-want-to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7864731922092981219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7864731922092981219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/updated-shit-i-want-to-do-list.html' title='Updated &quot;Shit I want to do&quot; List'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4822051089111518883</id><published>2011-01-02T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:28:03.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>The Rants Have Returned.</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2011!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After spending a month with out land line internet to my PC... Big Yellow is now wireless. The land line running to the PC went bad. It was easier to spend $20 on a USB wireless than try to run a new line to my room. Lets just leave it that that&lt;br /&gt;I have a post Christmas parent type rant. (cause it ain't Christmas unless I'm bitching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packaging. Toy Packaging.&lt;br /&gt;And "directions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, directions. The tiny princess castle was Direction FAIL. There was a sticker sheet, cause apparently its TOO EXPENSIVE for the manufacturer to put stickers on... and the direction paper was seriously 2 little pages. The fail came to applying the stickers. It only showed about half the sticker placement.&lt;br /&gt;Then it said this, "See product picture on box for sticker placement."&lt;br /&gt;Here is the problem. SOMEBODY did not make sure the picture on the box was the SAME as the item IN THE BOX. &lt;br /&gt;It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they made the castle "bigger" on the box. Or they made it smaller later to fit in the box. I know this because I looked at the places where there were random stupid stickers in the picture... and then looked on the castle to see there was NO WAY POSSIBLE to fit an effing sticker in that spot. I improvised. I generally ignored the picture on the box. I was so pissed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie's vacation home thing is also guilty. There are these clips to  attach TV's and lights when the vacation house is opened up. The  directions are so bad, I am still not sure I have the right clips on the  right items. Also, it took me 10 minutes to figure out what these were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TSE7kn3nceI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bOm1mNJ2pYw/s1600/IMAG0378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TSE7kn3nceI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bOm1mNJ2pYw/s320/IMAG0378.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a tiny remote and a tiny effing ipod/speakers. There was no mentions of the items. I thought the ipod thing was a part because there is no detailing on the back of either item like there is on the front. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Even the damn barbie car. It had 2 sticker sheets and little side mirrors that needed attached. No directions at all. NONE.&lt;br /&gt;Add an impatient 3 (almost 4 yr old) to the mix.... &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we will talk about Barbie. Julia LOVES Barbies. The Tiny Disney  Princesses, the Tinkerbell line (I'm always the bitchy black haired  fairy), the Barbies themselves...&amp;nbsp; she loves them. I, on the other hand,  HATE getting the Mother Effers out of the packaging. (yes. effers.  I'm trying to say the F word Less. Don't judge me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY is the barbie hair SEWN to the box when she has 27 plastic  tie things, (no, not the twist ties) and 20 tiny clear bands holding her  in???!! Not to mention the shipping grade tape on the outside of the  damn box. And she has the ties in her damn HEAD. So, when you do rip her  out in frustration, you have to take small scissors, find them in her  hair, cut the T shaped part sticking out, then shove the rest in her  little plastic effing skull with out leaving a bald spot on the damn  doll. How about you just put little effing bands in her hair so that I don't RIP OUT what hair I didn't cut??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had several minor injuries from the damn packaging on my hands. &lt;br /&gt;And a massive headache. &lt;br /&gt;Merry Effing Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4822051089111518883?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4822051089111518883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/rants-have-returned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4822051089111518883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4822051089111518883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2011/01/rants-have-returned.html' title='The Rants Have Returned.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TSE7kn3nceI/AAAAAAAAAV4/bOm1mNJ2pYw/s72-c/IMAG0378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7102394307807995634</id><published>2010-12-05T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:03:33.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Pittsburgh is still traumatized...</title><content type='html'>So a funny thing happened the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It got gawd damn COLD.&lt;br /&gt;In 24 hrs it went from 50 to 30. I know!! I was in shock. My freaking car has been groaning for the last 3 days because it was in shock too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE who lived even remotely NEAR Pittsburgh in February 2010 knows about SNOMFG aka Snomageddon... I wont say another word. Doesn't need introductions. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from Cranberry the other day... I discovered just HOW badly Pittsburgh was still messed up from... well, you know. Snow flakes started blowing lightly (not landing or sticking) in the air and the next thing you know, EVERYONE is doing 45. On 79 south.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody EVER does 45 on that stretch. But damn, I could practically hear all the screaming going on&amp;nbsp; in the traffic around me from the mere SIGHT of snow flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Its gonna be a long winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7102394307807995634?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7102394307807995634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/12/pittsburgh-is-still-traumatized.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7102394307807995634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7102394307807995634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/12/pittsburgh-is-still-traumatized.html' title='Pittsburgh is still traumatized...'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7274764753975062899</id><published>2010-11-27T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:04:54.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><title type='text'>Black Friday Idiots</title><content type='html'>I never ever shop on Black Friday. There is always a riot at a walmart over electronics. The traffic is insane.. At $3.09 a gallon my ass is sitting in the chair, shopping at Amazon. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;Finally... The people are NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;Per the PG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10330/1106302-100.stm"&gt; Shoppers head to the stores early&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The  first shopper at the North Hills Village Mall Best Buy appeared at noon  Thursday for the can-you-believe-it deals that have become as expected  this time of year as turkey. At least 300 people had joined nearly four  hours later.&lt;br /&gt;Nearby, a crowd of at least 600 people stood outside the North Hills Village Target.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;REALLY??? WTF is wrong with people. Don't you spend 1 damn day with your family?? Huh? 1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10330/1106302-100.stm#ixzz16SMzWwjG" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shoppers  pitched tents to brave the rain or stood near store-supplied propane  heaters to stay warm in the early hours this morning&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know what I call that? Fuckin.... Nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Its cold. Raining. IT'S THANKSGIVING. Stay Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And in the "I can't make this shit up!" Column:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="inside-head"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="inside-head"&gt;USA Today: "&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/yourlife/sex-relationships/dating/2010-11-18-facebook-asthma_N.htm"&gt;Facebook jealousy sparks asthma attacks in dumped boy&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before I go ANY farther.... WHY THE HELL IS THIS NEWS?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you EFFING kidding me? My brain actually hurts from reading JUST the headline. SRSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whats next?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Pirates Players discover other teams win with low payroll and drink themselves in to comas"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"OchoCinco realizes he will never see a Superbowl ring and end-zone dances himself in to traffic"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Anger over repeated threats for bus service cuts sparks Riders to beat management senseless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh wait... that last one could happen.... Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't even quote the article. The whole story is completely absurd. It makes me so mad I want to spork the AP for even publishing this story ANYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10330/1106302-100.stm#ixzz16SNdGW8a" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7274764753975062899?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7274764753975062899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-idiots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7274764753975062899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7274764753975062899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-idiots.html' title='Black Friday Idiots'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1884048406514842662</id><published>2010-11-14T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:07:32.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Happy Ranting</title><content type='html'>I will bitch about our football team #fail later. For now?&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Post&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first up? I am checking some *more* shit off the list.... I know!!! I need a New List. Funny thing... I was saying I needed to add something to it and now I forget what it was. Shit....&lt;br /&gt;Original List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Ocean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to a Penguins Game at the CEC (I will sell my kid for a ticket.... just kidding. maybe.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to a Haunted House and actually get scared, Scare House maybe? I  am so freaking jaded that the last haunted house I went too my heart  didn't even race a little bit. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to Karaoke and actually sing. Nothing scares me more than singing  in front of people. I am working on planning a Twitter Karaoke night.  Soon. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Kennywood for phantom fright nights with out a kid in tow so I can ride the coasters in the dark and really get a rush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See all that Purple??? See that the Pens Game is IN PURPLE??!!&lt;br /&gt;That is thanks to &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/douglasderda"&gt;@douglasderda&lt;/a&gt;. I will have a ticket. For a pens game. ON MY BIRTHDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am stoked.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Karaoke was a roaring success. In the house for my first song at Dukes (in bethel) were @feuxdeforet, @jackieinserra, and new friend @chicklitlisa. And?&lt;br /&gt;We ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand very few try and succeed well at &lt;a href="http://www.evanescence.com/index.asp"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/a&gt;. Well, Jackie and I nailed that shit twice and I'm pretty sure we were encouraged to come back by some of the regulars. (It was loud so I couldn't hear the whole conversation). We danced, we sang. It was fun as hell girls night out. The place is nice, smoke free, has an excellent DJ and sound system. (New fav drink? Cherry vodka and Sprite)&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have overcome the fear... I am pretty sure we will have to do this on a regular basis. So anyone who missed out.... There will be future outings. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I love singing.&lt;br /&gt;I will get a new list posted soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1884048406514842662?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1884048406514842662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-ranting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1884048406514842662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1884048406514842662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-ranting.html' title='Happy Ranting'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-926332696347179001</id><published>2010-11-07T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:42:34.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>A Bunch of Random...</title><content type='html'>So first up...&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-would-like-to-do.html"&gt; The List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure with the exception of &lt;a href="http://twtvite.com/rantpittsburgh"&gt;Twitter (and Friends) Karaoke&lt;/a&gt;... nothing else is getting checked off before next year..... So, Haunted House? Done. Karaoke? NEXT WEEKEND!!! WOOO. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;How can you go insane in under 20 minutes? {mom blogging}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: What is this street's name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why is that its name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cause it is.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *brain explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why is there 2 green lights?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Seriously? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Cause they put them up there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *brain explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Where is Greentree Road mommy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Julia Greentree road.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Are we gonna go on it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. We are going this way to grandmas&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because This way is faster.&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *brain explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Look mommy that police car matches our car&lt;br /&gt;Me: [believe me] I know&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why is it a different color?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because police cars are different since they are the police [cut me some slack, my brain was hurting at this point]&lt;br /&gt;Julia: Why does it have those lights in the window? Why we don't have those lights? Where are our lights? You NEED those lights mommy. Mommy how are you gonna get those more lights? Mommy one of the police lights is broke [burned out break light]. Where are all the other cars? Where did they go? Are they hiding from us?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid 1 - Mom 0 {/end mom blogging}&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Steelers and Penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Srsly?? Seriously? You all need to get your acts together. NOW. There is only ONE loser sports team in the city and that is the Pirates. Do me a favor.... KNOCK IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-926332696347179001?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/926332696347179001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/bunch-of-random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/926332696347179001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/926332696347179001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/11/bunch-of-random.html' title='A Bunch of Random...'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2304696640180571253</id><published>2010-10-14T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:29:27.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Strange (and scary) Sightings.... Random Edition</title><content type='html'>Resurrecting the Strange Sighting tag on the blog tonight... woo!!! lol&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have a few things to show you tonight.... The first up::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous Dress Courtesy Of&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/scarehousescott"&gt; Scarehouse Scott&lt;/a&gt; (pictured with said dress) He is the Creative Director of Scarehouse... and I would love to know where he found this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHnORG4gI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gN_uMHJGV1o/s1600/DSCN1871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHnORG4gI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gN_uMHJGV1o/s320/DSCN1871.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and the freaky bunny next to him enjoyed tormenting &lt;a href="http://www.theburghbaby.com/"&gt;Burghbaby&lt;/a&gt; with that dress Ryan Secrest Style. Even though she eventually put it on. (Your welcome for me not posting the pic with you **in** the dress standing next to him. I have a few of those.... but they are too scary to post here lol...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress?? **shudder**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From reader Beth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHPkKqhoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uO8Ml4HKUnw/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHPkKqhoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uO8Ml4HKUnw/s320/photo.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't want to ask. I really can't imagine how desperate you are to work to BE IN this musical. Do you think the company who made this sign for the bus giggled the whole time??? Do you think the drivers were all: "I'm not driving the Menopause bus!! You drive it." Is there a union rule that says you don't have to drive the Menopause bus if you worked at PAT for at least 10 years???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from Beth: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHNmS7u5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pgn1KtplECo/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHNmS7u5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/pgn1KtplECo/s320/photo1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you see.... Proof that sometimes... the smart kids have WAY WAY too much time on their hands.... And no girlfriend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally.. All I'm gonna say is that they were doing their hairz out there the other night with hair dryers and curling irons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHRgf2fZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r9UTWgI1qPI/s1600/IMAG0191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHRgf2fZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r9UTWgI1qPI/s320/IMAG0191.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Its a floor lamp. Yes, there are car cleaning products on the porch wall.... Yes, they started painting and then stopped. No. I am definitely&amp;nbsp; NOT gonna ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2304696640180571253?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2304696640180571253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-and-scary-sightings-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2304696640180571253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2304696640180571253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-and-scary-sightings-random.html' title='Strange (and scary) Sightings.... Random Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TLfHnORG4gI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gN_uMHJGV1o/s72-c/DSCN1871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4083269595905806616</id><published>2010-10-06T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:33:40.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>What I learned at Scary Crazy....</title><content type='html'>I learned that some people will do ANYTHING for a good cause. Like running (yes running.) through a haunted house &lt;a href="http://thatschurch.com/2010/10/06/oh-shit-ahhhhhh/"&gt;that terrifies her&lt;/a&gt;. Or putting on the &lt;a href="http://www.theburghbaby.com/burghbaby/the-scariest-thing-in-the-scarehouse-was-me-true-story.html"&gt;most hideous dress and make-up&lt;/a&gt; I have ever seen in my life. They both looked like they wanted to puke and/or cry. But they sucked it up for KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Crazy raised $6,299 to split between the 2 charities &lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/checking-shit-off-list.html"&gt;(see prev post)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a taste. Trust me. Listening to this through Ginny's wireless mic in the VIP/RIP room? Hilarious! (For the record. Ginny went in it *a second time* w friends which I didn't know until later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcehwMBSeqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcehwMBSeqM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And From &lt;a href="http://unclecrappy.com/"&gt;Unclecrappy&lt;/a&gt;... Our point of view....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4zpaoRdwHM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4zpaoRdwHM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your done laughing.... What I learned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I am not a screamer. ScareHouse made me jump out of my skin a several times. But I never screamed. Apparently, I have to be truly terrified to scream. Haunts just dont because I am too f*&amp;amp;%ing "its not real" about the whole thing. Only giant roller coasters&amp;nbsp; scare me enough to scream. Case closed. I lived vicariously through Ginny's screams.... Thanks hon. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I learned that I am still the biggest klutz. EVER. Ginny might have lost a shoe... I freaking FELL on an uneven spot when I got too close to a rail near the end.&amp;nbsp; I felt it, but I was reacting to someone yelling at me and had no chance to save myself from ending up on my hands and knees.&amp;nbsp; And I missed doing a header into the opposing rail by hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the head of the the group of 6. So 4 Scarehouse Actors, 2 ladies I didn't know, 1 reporter w camera man, and 1 twitter friend saw me bite it GOOD. My knee is killing me. I took 2 layers of skin off in one spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your done laughing.... I would go again. It was pretty cool. I'll watch out for the rail next time... or maybe just not wear heels to disguise how freaking short I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4083269595905806616?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4083269595905806616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-learned-at-scary-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4083269595905806616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4083269595905806616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-learned-at-scary-crazy.html' title='What I learned at Scary Crazy....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-970032325478353466</id><published>2010-10-02T02:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:48:23.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Checking shit off the list....</title><content type='html'>So. First I want to mention that like 12 people Googled how to get rid of stink bugs... or stink bugs in general and then clicked on my previous post : &lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/thing-that-piss-me-off-bug-edition.html"&gt;Things that piss me off: Bug Edition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they were inspired, amused or horrified by my murderous spree. One which continued with 4 more deaths and 4 that committed suicide when they found out I was coming for their little bug asses the other day..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second I want to mention that Strange Sightings tag may get revived. Cause I have seen some strange shit recently. Its amusing. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I get to check off &lt;a href="http://www.scarehouse.com/"&gt;Scarehouse&lt;/a&gt; off my list... Now the issue here is I am so jaded that this stuff doesn't normally scare me. It may or may not. I am kinda hoping it does. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;I have a ticket ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.theburghbaby.com/burghbaby/have-i-mentioned-that-youre-my-favorite-and-that-you-should.html"&gt;Michelle/Burghbaby&lt;/a&gt; that votes for &lt;a href="http://thatschurch.com/2010/09/23/if-i-lose-there-will-be-peeing-of-the-pants/"&gt;Jane Pitt/ThatsChurch&lt;/a&gt; to go thru there by herself... I'm sorry Ginny, but if it doesn't scare me, I would like to live vicariously thru you... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing I LOVE about all my twitter friends is their generosity. Both these ladies are raising money for sick and needy kids. Read the posts I linked to. Tell me you have done something this wonderful recently.... SRSLY. They are not the only ones. Just two examples of good people doing good things for kids stuck in a hospital, or ones whose family doesn't have enough money for Christmas presents. Twitter Friends Rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there Saturday, I hope I get to scream from Haunted House for once. And that Ginny does too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-970032325478353466?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/970032325478353466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/checking-shit-off-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/970032325478353466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/970032325478353466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/10/checking-shit-off-list.html' title='Checking shit off the list....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1360752793042780401</id><published>2010-09-24T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:20:40.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Thing that piss me off: Bug Edition</title><content type='html'>Let the word out. &lt;br /&gt;If you are a bug, your ass is dead if you come near me. Especially if your a f&amp;amp;%$ing stink bug.&lt;br /&gt;I am the bug assassin. If your a bug? "I keel you!!" (jeff dunham ref)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ignoring the little bastards for like a week. I hate them. They are the creepiest f&amp;amp;%$ing bug I have ever seen. Last year I was stalked by one in my house. There was about 3 hanging out in my room at moms... We kept our distance. But they freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;Well I noticed 4 in the bedroom at my house.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed them because when I sent julia in there on a time out from teasing the dog, she laid in the bed, crying that were "scary bugs everywhere." I made her serve her time out on the chair in the living room. I never got to deal with them because the flash storm rolled in and knocked out power to half of the south hills area for like 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I walked into that bedroom to close the open window because the air was on, I was STUNNED. I counted 13.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Hell. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit was ON now! I whipped out the vacuum, put the attachments on the hose and let out a battle cry. Well... I cursed at them a lot. As I sucked them up, I started enjoying the satisfying little "thwak" they made. Hehehe DIE bitches DIE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That open window had a gap in the screen. When I pulled the mini blind up there was a f&amp;amp;%$ing parade of the effers heading to that gap in the screen. I think I muttered the words "I dont think so assholes." as I wacked the screen. And there was WAY more than 13 in the Bissel at this point. I stopped counting at 25 dead. I sucked every single one up. Behind the dresser (its in front of the window), the walls, the window sill... Then I covered the end of the hose to be sure they were all suffering a horrible suffocating death for terrorizing my kid. ( and me at night when I'm trying to sleep) I closed the window real tight and stalked the last couple that escaped the bedroom. I ran the sweeper on the carpet to add to their misery if any were still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to moms, and repeated the same process in my room... Discovering there was like 8 or so more. I am pretty sure by then I was shouting shit like "I am the assassin!" "F&amp;amp;%$ you bug." "DIE" "You can run but I will get you!!!" "Who is the bad ass bitch with the bissel??!!" "Let me hear your little screams!!"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I ran the sweeper on the carpet on 2 floors to ensure their miserable deaths. And I flushed one tonight that had snuck in to my bathroom to hide. I enjoyed the drowning. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed almost 40 of those f&amp;amp;%$ers today. The catch? I have the same model bag-less bissel at both houses. And the containers will need emptied at some point....&lt;br /&gt;Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1360752793042780401?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1360752793042780401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/thing-that-piss-me-off-bug-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1360752793042780401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1360752793042780401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/thing-that-piss-me-off-bug-edition.html' title='Thing that piss me off: Bug Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6262359452803245187</id><published>2010-09-17T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:32:46.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit I Wanna Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Things I would like to do</title><content type='html'>I am not calling this a bucket list... too f&amp;amp;%$ing cliche.... Its just a list of things I would like to do in the next 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Ocean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to see Falling Water &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a Penguins Game at the CEC (I will sell my kid for a ticket.... just kidding. maybe.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a Haunted House and actually get scared, Scare House maybe? I am so freaking jaded that the last haunted house I went too my heart didn't even race a little bit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Karaoke and actually sing. Nothing scares me more than singing in front of people. I am working on planning a Twitter Karaoke night. Soon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Kennywood for phantom fright nights with out a kid in tow so I can ride the coasters in the dark and really get a rush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay... I think that is a start. Some of these would work better to have someone (or a group) to do it with. But if I go it alone... then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6262359452803245187?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6262359452803245187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-would-like-to-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6262359452803245187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6262359452803245187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-i-would-like-to-do.html' title='Things I would like to do'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2347882609738506647</id><published>2010-09-16T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:31:38.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Getting my Inner Bitch on</title><content type='html'>I am still on vacation... but there are a few things I would like to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the foremost thing on my mind... When the HELL is the West End Circle makeover gonna be done?? For the love of GAWD. Put the switch plates, cabinet handles and socket covers ON and call the Realtor!! (house flipper reference) Jez. And what ever they did with that damn light coming from the Main St. Ramp? It is TOO LONG now. Fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Julia to Erie at the beginning of my vacation to play in splash lagoon and then a beach on Presque Isle the next day. Two things stand out that annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Signs. I don't know if it is an Erie thing or what, but all the damn signs were small or 27 feet from the road!! While Google Navigation is yelling at me to make a U turn, I can't see the hotel sign in the dark, pouring rain cause its HIDDEN behind the Shell Station at the curb. And the hotel is set WAY back off the road. This happened with Splash Lagoon too. I passed it, looking for a sign along the ROAD, not right up against the building.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like that here. Signs are along the damn road.&lt;br /&gt;For about 30 minutes at the beach I thought Erie would be a nice place to live. Then I remembered how f&amp;amp;%$ing cold it gets and how much snow they get and I changed my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;Shit... all that bitching and I forget what number 2 is.... must have been the snow. Snow definitely pisses me off. Well I reserve the right to revisit this should I ever remember what was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Other things that piss me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car hates Sams Club gas, I swear I put the good stuff in right before I left to come home an I have some horrific gas mileage ratio for this current tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Radio: OMG PLEASE there are LOTS of other songs NOT by Katy {fake} Perry, Keeeesha {the skank} or John {the whiner} Mayer. Please play some of those songs. My non hate of radio lasted all of 3 months. I am sick of it. Also DVE can take some pointers from Erie's version of them (102.3 I think) and note how they play all kinds of classic and new rock with out sucking or killing me with the same Ozzy song billed as "new" for 8 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those creepy "stink bugs" that are f&amp;amp;%$in invading my room. Whats the best way to get rid of them?? Please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Things I Heart:&lt;br /&gt;I heart Google Navigation. I would have never done that trip on my own w a kid without some GPS in the house. Especially in the dark. Pouring rain. In a city that hides signs. There was no epic fails, minor ones, but no epic ones because of my awesome droid inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora Radio cause I can refuse to hear any of the previously mentioned crap above that I am sick to death of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally,&lt;br /&gt;I heart all my twitter (and some real life) friends. For totally being here for me and sticking with me through the ups and downs the last few months. I mean that. Without you guys and gals.... I can never say thank you enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2347882609738506647?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2347882609738506647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-my-inner-bitch-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2347882609738506647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2347882609738506647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-my-inner-bitch-on.html' title='Getting my Inner Bitch on'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6015083501192888785</id><published>2010-08-26T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:57:45.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Stupid Hall Of Fame: Wedding Edition</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Wedding edition of Stupid Hall Of Fame. Courtesy of USA Today's Offbeat section. (msnbc moved all their shit around and now I can't find their weird news.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Aboard the WTF Train:::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if you have friends like these... you don't need enemies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_108701030"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2010-08-22-dui-bride_N.htm"&gt;Wash. bride arrested for DUI on her wedding day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;BELLEVUE, Wash. (AP) — A 31-year-old bride heading home from her bachelorette party was arrested for drunken driving hours before she was to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington State Patrol Trooper Christina Martin says the woman was driving over 90 mph Saturday morning and weaving in and out of traffic on Interstate 405 in Bellevue when she was stopped.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ok... So... WHO are the BAD bridesmaids that let the &lt;b&gt;bride&lt;/b&gt; DRIVE DRUNK from her bachelorette party. Lucky for her ass... she made it to the wedding... Srsly though? That is an #EPICFAIL of her bridal party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was like "Eff her, she can find her own damn way home." How do you *not* have a designated driver for the damn bride? The NIGHT BEFORE the wedding? People still do that the night before? Who the HELL wants a hangover, little sleep and then get married the NEXT MORNING? I guess its the same Idiots who let the bride leave her own party PLASTERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with the wedding theme on the WTF train... Watch my head explode with confusion and amazement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2010-08-07-prisoner-wedding_N.htm"&gt;Pa. man gets drug case hearing, then wedding.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;EASTON, Pa. (AP) — The bride wore a gray suit. The groom wore a prison jumpsuit — and handcuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Pennsylvania judge was doing double-duty after having just handled proceedings in the groom's drug case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northampton County prison inmate Franklin Barndt and Takesha Piazza were married Friday after he tried to have evidence against him dismissed in a cocaine case. Defense attorney Gary Asteak said he hatched the idea after seeing Piazza in the courtroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge Leonard Zito said he had never gotten such a request before, but "we're a full-service court." And when Zito asked whether anyone knew any reason why the marriage shouldn't proceed, the three-year mandatory minimum sentence that Barndt faces if convicted didn't come up.&lt;br /&gt;The pair even managed to exchange a kiss over the objections of prosecutor Michele Kluk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can't even BEGIN to make shit up this good. Bet the wedding photos RAWK. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear the story about how mommy got married to daddy and then 3 years later they actually got to see each other with out bars, plate glass and prison guards. What kind of anniversary presents will they exchange?&lt;br /&gt;Money in his commissary account?&lt;br /&gt;Home made his and her shanks??&lt;br /&gt;Candle light dinners chaperoned by the Parole Officer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final stop on the WTF train is Tokyo. There is a 2 min video with this one if you follow the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/offbeat/2010-05-16-robot-wedding-japan_N.htm"&gt;I-Fairy robot weds Tokyo couple in tinny voice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The nuptials at this ceremony were led by "I-Fairy," a 4-foot tall seated robot with flashing eyes and plastic pigtails. Sunday's wedding was the first time a marriage had been led by a robot, according to manufacturer Kokoro Co.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really... I'm tired of the whole "Lets {insert ridiculous idea here} for our wedding. It's {yawn} and over used. Its fine to be unique. Its another thing to have a $70,000 robot that requires a person to punch in the commands to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....Wires led out from beneath it to a black curtain a few feet away, where a man crouched and clicked commands into a computer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"It would be nice if the robot was a bit more clever, but she is very good at expressing herself," said new husband Tomohiro Shibata, 42, a professor of robotics at the Nara Institute of Science and Technology in central Japan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;The I-Fairy sells for about 6.3 million yen ($68,000) and three are in use in Singapore, the U.S. and Japan, according to company spokeswoman Kayako Kido. It has 18 degrees of motion in its arms, and mainly repeats preprogrammed movements and sounds.&lt;/blockquote&gt;HEY!! If you want clever? GET A HUMAN TO MARRY YOU. Come on! This stupid thing doesn't even stand on its own!! I can put a wreath of flowers on one of those damn idogs. It barks,&amp;nbsp; runs around,&amp;nbsp; fuckin rolls over... Its a lot cheaper and funnier to see a robot dog go nuts "marrying" a couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6015083501192888785?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6015083501192888785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-hall-of-fame-wedding-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6015083501192888785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6015083501192888785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-hall-of-fame-wedding-edition.html' title='Stupid Hall Of Fame: Wedding Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5657736111817841663</id><published>2010-08-22T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:10:07.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>7 things....</title><content type='html'>So first... Oops. I didn't realize it had been like 10 days since my last post.... Sorry about that. Life has been a bit busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a reader a PAT rant... but that's not what this post will be about today. Soon. I promise. One of my favorite blogs inspired me the other day.... Now I am following thru with the comment I left saying I would blog my answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day BurghBaby wrote &lt;a href="http://www.theburghbaby.com/burghbaby/celebrating-our-talents.html"&gt;This Post: Celebrating Our Talents&lt;/a&gt; that was inspired by a blog she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought long an hard about 7 things I feel I excel at. And it is very true.... Somewhere along the way we stop being proud of our talents. Here are 7 things I am proud of about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I am Self Taught. For years, I have built (rebuilt) my own PC's from scratch .&amp;nbsp; Starting w a memory upgrade to my first Packard bell when i was a freshman in college. No Formal Schooling. Everything I know about building pc's, I have taught myself. I asked a ton a of questions, did tons of research, made mistakes... (last upgrade my mistakes were admittedly cause it had been 5 yrs since the last build). I may not have always done it the "right way" but "Angie's Way" has never failed me yet. I know one reader who did have schooling for it that nearly died when he found out how I greased a processor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I am a good mother. Julia is behaved for a 3 1/2 YR old. She says please, thank you, kisses &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;boo-boo's when I have them... ( I'm good a being a klutz too) She is an outgoing, smart and sassy little girl. I would like to think that is because how much I love her. Sometimes she is still the mistress of destruction, but hell... what girl isn't every once in a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I am an excellent singer. While I never got to do much w my voice after high school... I have never stopped singing. My range is not as big as it used to be, but its decent. (Ask the person who drove me home from HelloSAL and had to listen to me sing Fiona Apple's Criminal as loud as I drunkenly could) I was in a special program for 2 years in high school that required an audition to get in to. I sang at a wedding when I was in college too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I am Creative. I have written a full novel. I like to believe it is a good book. Some people who have read it gave me great feedback. I have half of one done that I might one day get time to finished. I but I wrote the whole story from scratch. Edited it 10,000 times. I am proud of that book. One day I will get it published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I am great friend and listener. I am not always ranting. I am there for my friends. Listening, giving advice when I can. Consoling or supportive when I cant. I try to always be there for my friends. I do my very best to be the kind of friend I want to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I can RANT. Just ask the twitter friends of mine who met up with me at @pghrugbyangel's birthday party... Me ranting in writing is apparently just a taste of entertainment compared to me ranting out loud when I am pissed. That is probably because you get the inflection, and the written word has more thought than words just coming out of my mouth when I am venting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I can arrange me some furniture. It was a skill I acquired in high school when I needed to be in control of something. I laid the smack down on my bedroom more than a few times. No matter the size... i find a way to move it. Myself. Till this day, put me in a room and I will find a way to arrange it. Multiple ways. Usually in the middle of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is my 7. Can you name 7 for yourself??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5657736111817841663?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5657736111817841663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5657736111817841663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5657736111817841663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-things.html' title='7 things....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5598817875446637938</id><published>2010-08-10T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T02:03:22.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Cause its been a while... WTF?</title><content type='html'>And the headline in the PG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10221/1078803-455.stm?cmpid=MOSTEMAILEDBOX"&gt;Woman wipes dirty diaper on car during traffic dispute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CONNELLSVILLE -- State police say a woman wiped a dirty diaper on the  window of another woman's vehicle during a dispute in a traffic jam as  both were leaving the Fayette County Fair.&lt;/blockquote&gt;SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;I cant make shit up this good.&lt;br /&gt;Is this like the new road rage??? You kill them with baby poop instead of bullets? Personally, I think baby poop should be considered a damn bio hazard/torture device/weapon of mass destruction. I have a 3 year old, I **know**. The day I didn't have to change a poop diaper/pull up was the happiest fuckin day of my LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they arrested her, and yes they did... exactly what charge do they use??? Personally, she should be charged with domestic terrorism for THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this headline? I want to smack someone for. I disagree, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/education/2010-08-10-dora10_ST_N.htm?loc=interstitialskip"&gt;'Dora the Explorer' turns 10 ('diez') as model for pre-K girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/i&gt; marks her 10th anniversary Sunday, but parents, teachers and pediatricians are the ones celebrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;At a time when children's entertainment is dominated by princesses and fashion dolls, educators say &lt;i&gt;Dora&lt;/i&gt;— which remains the top-rated preschool program on TV — has provided a rare, positive female role model for girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;Ok. So I will tell you WHY I hate Dora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;Someone gave Julia some Dora books. In one of them Dora is getting a MAIL TRUCK unstuck from the mud by putting stones under the tires and PUSHING IT. YES... a toddler push a f&amp;amp;%$ing mail truck!!! So guess who wants to push cars now? My kid, cause Dora does. I "lost" that book. {stab}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;Don't get me started on the Wiggles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;My final thought of the random evening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="inside-copy"&gt;This just in:: Ke$ha posed for a photo shoot in a garbage bag. And thought it was awesome... Proof that the bitch is white trash. I hate that the record industry gives untalented, computer enhanced people deals to make fake music that sucks so bad live that you wish you could spork yourself in the ears to stop the pain. BTW Mick Jagger is NOT hawt at the ripe age of 75 billion years old, Keeeesha. Get off the crack pipe and the Jack Daniels and you might SEE that. Stupid Bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5598817875446637938?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5598817875446637938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-its-been-while-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5598817875446637938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5598817875446637938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-its-been-while-wtf.html' title='Cause its been a while... WTF?'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-997869744412519535</id><published>2010-08-07T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T03:45:03.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>A Day with out Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>[mom blog post w mini rant] &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we made plans to go to North Park Pool... With friends of course. Funnel cakes were rumored to be found there so yeah... We were going. We were DARING the weather to not get nice by going... Damn it got really nice...&amp;nbsp; Julia LOVES water.... I went with @&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a class="tweet-url screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/pghrugbyangel"&gt;pghrugbyangel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp; also        &lt;span class="lock-icon" title="Claire p.’s tweets are protected."&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/burghseyewife"&gt;burghseyewife&lt;/a&gt;, @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shellrenee" target="_blank"&gt;shellrenee&lt;/a&gt; and their boys, along with @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/aphotobug" target="_blank"&gt;aphotobug&lt;/a&gt;‘s son. The kids and the adult pools are enormous. I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I must say that I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Giant-Red-Heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;the Android OS and Google Navigation for getting my ass to North Park in the first place. (aka F you iphone)&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to follow my friends out there but my drive way was blocked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0I7oON7vI/AAAAAAAAATY/e6crZw6U8Mc/s1600/IMAG0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0I7oON7vI/AAAAAAAAATY/e6crZw6U8Mc/s320/IMAG0004.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And these men were making my head explode when they did this to my sidewalk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0KrOPWHQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UYFiyWCcVD4/s1600/IMAG0005.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0KrOPWHQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UYFiyWCcVD4/s320/IMAG0005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because they are preparing to tear down the house across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Assholes better fix that shit right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0KroH6ccI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TBQLb14OQeM/s1600/IMAG0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0KroH6ccI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TBQLb14OQeM/s320/IMAG0008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I get to NP and the place is damn empty. So its easy to find my friends. Julia plays in the kids pool for a bit but refuses to get in the big pool. "Jen says this is MY pool." She says referring to @burghseyewife's comment that Julia had the kids pool all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---------&amp;gt; empty ass pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0Lk7j1AUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OSbhswYF39I/s1600/IMAG0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0Lk7j1AUI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OSbhswYF39I/s320/IMAG0009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When @&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pghrugbyangel asks her, Julia goes right with her. To the Big Pool! Next thing I know Julia is diving off the ledge at her. It was adorable. When we tried to get her to go down the slide... There were about 14 &lt;b&gt;thousand&lt;/b&gt; trips up and down those steps to the water slide. She would watch everyone else go. Chickening out every. single. time. I promised to catch her. Jen said she would catch her. Finally, I told her she was going or not at all. She looked at me and said "I want my new friend, Claire to catch me."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The boys (what great kids they are) raced down the slide to go find her for me and tell her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here is where I know my kid. She will love the slide if I can just get her ON it. When her new friend was waiting at the bottom, I pried Julia's hands off the railings and ignored her totally when she said she didn't want to go. And I MADE her. She LOVED it. As soon as her friend caught her, She said "I want to do it again!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was 3 more times she went down. The last time she came off the slide sideways (lol) and was done. She then proceeded to play in the kids pool, eat and try to drown her new friend later... LOL. After the others left, we finally made our way out via ice cream bribe. She did ask... when could she play with her new friends again....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Then, I got lost leaving, Google got me to RT 8, But seriously, Someone should tell Google that RT 28 should never be an option for travel unless the world is ending. Period. Even that wasn't that bad. We even made it to the Family Fest at Brookline park. Julia made crafts, jumped in the the blow up things they had and had loads of fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;After lots of Epic Fail for me lately... There was no epic fail Thursday. It was wonderful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-997869744412519535?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/997869744412519535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-with-out-epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/997869744412519535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/997869744412519535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-with-out-epic-fail.html' title='A Day with out Epic Fail'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/TF0I7oON7vI/AAAAAAAAATY/e6crZw6U8Mc/s72-c/IMAG0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6517436537852658422</id><published>2010-08-03T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:01:29.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>BP is STILL pissing me off</title><content type='html'>While being consumed Sunday by the sickness from hell that caught me by surprise.... I discovered new ways to hate BP. I laid in bed for many hours Saturday night into Sunday evening. With just the radio on. In my brief moments of clarity... I heard commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was a man talking candidly about owning BP stations and how he employs people in the community and thanking people for still using his stations despite BP being the biggest jagoff on the planet at the moment. Well, that last part? It was implied. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An I thought, "Oh, that's nice. A local business reaching out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on, I swear to God, I heard an almost identical ad, this time from a woman. Saying almost the &lt;b&gt;exact. same. thing&lt;/b&gt;. [stab]&amp;nbsp; My deduction is that BP sponsored these ads and they are completely "actor portrayed" or the owners were handed scripts and money and told to read as though their franchise license depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final straw was an ad I heard this morning for Sanibel Island in Florida. After droning on about how terrible the spill is and how it is a travesty to tourism, They proceed to practically shout that there is no oil spill in Sanibel!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me like they were rubbing it in that their beaches were "pristine" (their words, not mine) and that it was the only place in Florida you could go now. Kinda like "Its terrible! (Ha-ha! Suckers! We are cashing in on this bitch) Oh, its so awful!!!" Totally insincere sounding. I wanted to punch the radio. Except it wasn't the radios fault such nonsense was coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned it off. And found a new level of disdain BP and all their "Safety Rules? What Safety rules? Its SO much cheaper to cut corners." Bull Shit. Assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6517436537852658422?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6517436537852658422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/bp-is-still-pissing-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6517436537852658422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6517436537852658422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/08/bp-is-still-pissing-me-off.html' title='BP is STILL pissing me off'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-329785442996593518</id><published>2010-07-28T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:29:18.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Sunshine Personified</title><content type='html'>Tonight's 2am post is not a rant.... It about &lt;a href="http://www.secretagentl.com/"&gt;Secret Agent L &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also writes &lt;a href="http://withlovefrompittsburgh.blogspot.com/"&gt;{with love from Pittsburgh}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet her and even got to snag a hug from her, like twice on Saturday night at her reveal party. It was awesome. Sorry, no pics posted here. I hate what I look like in pics. Esp after stuffing myself with good food &lt;strike&gt;and pms blah&lt;/strike&gt; before going over to the Firehouse lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a girl crush on Laura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a constant ray of sunshine in my twitter feed, and is as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. I am glad to have met her. I am glad that she reached out to me when I was having self esteem crisis. I was astounded to see how happy she was to see me at her reveal when we had only been twitter friends a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded that even in heels, I am barely 5 foot 4... and she is like 6 foot tall. I was worried that she might fall down when she was hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun, seeing my friends, putting faces to those not met before, meeting new ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I went. She makes me want to be better at something in life. That's what I'm gonna try to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-329785442996593518?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/329785442996593518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunshine-personified.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/329785442996593518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/329785442996593518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunshine-personified.html' title='Sunshine Personified'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2087844845845283115</id><published>2010-07-27T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T01:57:36.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>I have a headache....</title><content type='html'>I could rant about many things.... &lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/10208/1075532-53.stm"&gt;the parking bullshit&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10202/1074071-147.stm"&gt; the bus bullshit&lt;/a&gt; that makes the parking shit worse, the bullshit of my wireless mouse not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think it matters what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the full moon making me so *off* right now. Maybe it is the lack of something I need. Maybe its just wanting to be heard, just wanting to say things that matter to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt start this blog because I wanted to be famous, or popular. I have no ads, no major clubs/networks on here, Its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to feel connected to something, To not be so disconnected from life so damn much. The last few months have been pretty shitty... with some highlights... As I try to find the path, or make my own. I just wonder if there is light at the end of the road. If I will ever find what I seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I am. Still slightly off. Out of sync with the world. Realizing at some point in this road, I started to really care if people read this... I know now I probably have less than 100 readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blogging for almost 2 years. August 7 will be my 2 yr anniversary for this site. I will keep blogging. Even if only 3 people read it. It's really for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my vacation in september. I wish I could afford a hotel for a week and take julia and just get away from *all* of life for a week. But, I'm not rich. So, maybe we will just go north for that week. I can sorta hide there. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2087844845845283115?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2087844845845283115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-headache.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2087844845845283115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2087844845845283115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-headache.html' title='I have a headache....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6587608460747783263</id><published>2010-07-26T02:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T02:18:46.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>A Minor Rant</title><content type='html'>This about my car. I love my car, 2004 impala. Its fun to drive, responds well, handles well and has my favoritest feature ever invented, auto headlights... Even the turn signal lights are easy to change. I thank twitter for suggesting youtube to watch a video of how easy it was because they were probably sick of me complaining about the crazy blinking signal light on the dash every time i tried to make a left turn. That car makes sure you KNOW one of the lights is out.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress... It has one minor thing that annoys me, but is expensive to fix. Cars have these things called body control modules. They are parts on the computer that work things like power locks, cruise and other electrical stuff. &lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes after the main warranty was up the module that unlocks the doors started to act up. To replace the module it is like $300... I loathe to spend... maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, Chevy put only 1 key hole on the driver's side. Something that I did not pay attention to until the doors wouldn't unlock. When it gets hot, the car wont unlock with the buttons or when you put it in park. Period. Sometimes turning the AC on and splitting it between the dash and the floor gets it working again. Typically... you have to freeze yourself out though. With our latest heat streak the damn locks haven't worked in like a week. Even after sitting over night.&lt;br /&gt;Its really annoying when you have a kid. I had to teach Julia how to unlock her door last year cause there is no key hole for her damn door. I am not rubber band girl with the ability to stretch from the drivers seat to the passenger rear seat to unlock it myself. Rolling the back window down is not always convenient either,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, magically Saturday, on my way to &lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secretagentl.com/"&gt;HelloSAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in that blazing heat, the shit started working. Apparently, if kept hot long enough, that bitch of a module will give up and say "damn is it HAWT in the 'burgh... I might as well work" and the locks have been working correctly ever since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the car is worried I will search youtube for body control module replacement and try to do that myself too. Hmmm....&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long till it annoys the shit out of me again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6587608460747783263?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6587608460747783263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/minor-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6587608460747783263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6587608460747783263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/minor-rant.html' title='A Minor Rant'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4197418830652446002</id><published>2010-07-21T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:01:08.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Your F&amp;%$ing Kidding me, Right??</title><content type='html'>This is the headline.&lt;br /&gt;(bp and their bullshit inspires uncensored F bombs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/38305004/ns/disaster_in_the_gulf/"&gt;Feds say Gulf seepage not from BP cap 'Not unlike an oil leak you might have in your car,' Allen says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRSLY?? What the HELL!? How much oil is freaking leaking??? Don't you normally FIX your car's oil leak? Gawd I wish my car ran on something other than oil and gas right now. Apparently oil just leaks all over the damn ocean and nobody gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are two wells within two miles of BP's blowout off the Louisiana  coast in the Gulf of Mexico. One has been abandoned and another is not  in production. Around 27,000 abandoned wells in the Gulf aren't checked  for leaks, an Associated Press investigation showed this month. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Here is the best Dumbass quote so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Everything's looking good," Wells [BP VP] said. "The relief well is exactly  where we want it. It's pointed in the right direction, and so we're  feeling good about that."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really?? Aren't you assholes the one drilling the damn thing?? Did you close your eyes and slam it in the ocean floor and fucking HOPE it was POINTED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION???&amp;nbsp; Do you NOT know exactly WHERE the broken fuckin well is? I mean COME ON already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At a hearing in suburban New Orleans, one of the ill-fated rig's  drilling supervisors told Coast Guard investigators that the rig's crew  didn't stop drilling or properly notify regulators when a hydraulic leak  was discovered in a critical safety device weeks before the blast. Well  site leader Ronald Sepulvado testified that he and others aboard the  rig believed the leak wouldn't prevent the device, called a blowout  preventer, from functioning properly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hate BP, and Transocean. I can't believe they thought it was CHEAPER to ignore safeguards and rules. Was it really cheaper BP?? Was it all really worth it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4197418830652446002?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4197418830652446002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-f-kidding-me-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4197418830652446002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4197418830652446002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-f-kidding-me-right.html' title='Your F&amp;%$ing Kidding me, Right??'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3193794751894805679</id><published>2010-07-06T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:54:20.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>The Saturn From Hell (aka Epic Fail 4th of July)</title><content type='html'>The weekend started with my mom leaving her car at my house for me to use this weekend while she was away. (thats another story) When she dropped it off at my house, I was at work already. She informed me via text that the car had been "fixed" by the "mechanics" at Schuler's. I wasnt aware of anything be wrong with it... I had it just a few weeks ago and it was fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record... My moms car is a plastic toy Saturn Ion. (I drive an Impala. Every thing smaller feels like a toy.) When you press the gas, I SWEAR TO GOD her toy car says, "What? Are you talking to me? You want me to go? .... Oh OK." The instrument panel is in the center of the dash, which is the DUMBEST place ever. (Yes, I am looking at you too Mini Cooper) Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thru text messages, I find out the later that the car doesn't want to start and I might not want it. In hindsight... I shouldn't have taken it. Turned out the  "mechanics" who "fixed" my moms car FORGOT TO PUT ALL THE PIECES BACK ON THE F&amp;amp;%$ing car. Srsly. I cant make this shit up. Some cover for some wires is missing under the hood. Supposedly it needed a fuel filter, and some miniture wildlife was supposedly storing miniature nuts in the miniature engine compartment. Right.... Schuler's = rip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision was made I would check it out before work Saturday morning. When I got to my house, I went down back and it took a couple tries, but the Toy started. I ran it to burger king on Brownsville road and back and it was fine. I decided it was ok and off to work I went with that thing. I was such a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;I beat the tiny gerbils to 65mpg to get a good run and get the cleaner thru the engine that had been poured in the gas tank the night before. It seemed fine. At lunch, I ran to target for shirts without holes and to giant eagle to get REAL cold medicine.&amp;nbsp; Each time, I coaxed the Toy back to life after 1 or 2 tries. Saturday night I was still way out of it with the cold, and instead of driving to Moraine at 1130 at night on dark back roads and risking it, I went back to moms. It took 4 tries to start the car. Going home seemed to be the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan involved me spending the day at our camp in moraine w Julia and taking her swimming, relaxing and then heading back to Pittsburgh about 7 and watching the City fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to moms Saturday night, I had to unload the car since I decided not to go up till morning. I parked in on the street. Took the spare key out of the ignition and tossed it in my purse. Dug for house keys. Popped the trunk. As I was getting out, I shoved phones and keys in my pockets. I realized I had no real way to lock the car (no remote). So, I hit the lock button on the door. And got out. AND SHUT THE DOOR!! Locking myself out of the car. With my purse and work bag right on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my clothes bag was in the trunk. I invented new curse words for my mistake. I looked all over moms house for an extra key. I text her about my huge error. She was sleeping by then. Terrified someone would break into her car to steal my purse, I hardly slept all night, listening. In the morning, I finally got her on the phone. Spare key still nowhere to be found. I call my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SISTER. At 11am she was driving me to Moraine to get mom's keys. We get there, I get the key and decide it makes more sense to just bring Julia home because otherwise I would spend most of the day on the road. (remember that). Pack sister's car with kid and her stuff... head back to Pittsburgh. We get to moms, unload. Its now 230ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New plan is to take Julia to Moore Park Pool. Pool closes at 5:45.Then watch fireworks at Mt. Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We change to our swimsuits. I realize Julia's suitcase is in Sister's car still. We head over there on our way to the pool. When I was given keys, it was never mentioned that sometimes mom has a problem with her key. (It has a chip in it and I have decided that chips in keys? SUCK.) At first the key wont go in, then it does and the car starts right up. I think, "SCORE!" Half way up Berry Street the car says. "Fuck you!" and stalls. I frantically start it, stop at Sister's, leave the car running and snatch the suitcase. Off to the pool. Its 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the pool, park the car. Put it in park. The locks don't release. The key wont turn off. I must have looked insane yanking with all my might to turn the car off. In and out of park, neutral. Nothing worked. It would not shut off. Srsly. I called my mom, half out of my mind with frustration. Freaking out, I drive the car to my house, bust down the door w julia in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CAR STILL WONT SHUT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put it down back. Neighbors come over and I'm on the phone with mom (both of us freaking out), Julia is crying cause I promised her the pool. Finally, they pull a fuse and the engine dies. All the lights do not. That requires a battery pull for god's sake. You know where the damn battery is in that fuckin car?? THE TRUNK. Its now 415pm. Julia settles for her little pool. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;The key I used all weekend is needed cause the window was down and the trunk is closed. Now I have to go back to moms a house AGAIN. So, here I am in my car. Driving back to moms. Get the spare I was using. Pack all our stuff up, change out of my swimsuit cause its 440pm. I spend 10 minutes reflecting on how much of a fail this day has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 5pm when I get back. Day ruined. Baloney sandwiches and pasta salad is dinner. I put Thumblina on for Julia and try to rest for a bit now that I have spent ALL DAMN DAY in a car. I give up all other plans. We end up going to watch Dormont fireworks with neighbors and playing with sparklers. That part wasn't so bad. But I have never been so happy to see a day end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is still stuck in the Toy. In the "on" position. It refuses to believe its in Park. We moved it so that the "mechanics" can come tow it Tuesday. The fuse still had to be pulled AGAIN cause the car did not shut off when the battery was disconnected. Srsly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3193794751894805679?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3193794751894805679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturn-from-hell-aka-epic-fail-4th-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3193794751894805679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3193794751894805679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturn-from-hell-aka-epic-fail-4th-of.html' title='The Saturn From Hell (aka Epic Fail 4th of July)'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6238274806693463202</id><published>2010-07-02T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:28:28.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>When Videos say it all for me...</title><content type='html'>I have 2 for you today...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am advertising sprint...&lt;strike&gt; but rather android os&lt;/strike&gt;... still this video is funny as shit. When the character starts saying why she wants and iPhone 4, I wanted to yell sarcastically "cause it has FOLDERS!!! oohhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FL7yD-0pqZg&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FL7yD-0pqZg&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont normally watch Rachel Maddow, mostly cause I forget... but I like her rants about those assholes at BP. They Suck. 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Evaluating 33 years  of life is not easy. But that's what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school years were spent almost a full year and a half younger than  my classmates. This led to a lot of problems for a lot of years for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned at a young age that I feel things very deeply. I learned to  protect my heart after it was hurt many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to be more mature than my age in effort to try and fit where I  didn't. I never fit. Then I decided I didn't want to fit. Fuck  everyone. I was different and I knew it. I had teenage rebellion... But it was a different kind. I rebelled  against other teenagers. I didn't drink, smoke, sneak out of the house. I  did stuff.... Just my way. On my terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with my heart, I made the same mistakes again. It got me hurt again,  in a different way. I shut down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being held up at gun point twice in less than a year at 2  different jobs. I really shut down. Dropped out of college.Concentrated on working. Now when I  look back, I see I stopped living life.&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet and lonely for many years. Friends came and went. Soon I just gave up. Nobody got ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened the year I turned 30. I also got pregnant. Something changed inside me. Maybe it was the hormones. The post baby depression that nearly consumed me after wards... But there was a change. I longed for understanding and passion and to LIVE. I thought, no, I know I found it. Suddenly I WANTED it. Needed it. I stopped living the "safe" path and discovered rebellion again. I rebelled against this notion that life is over once you have kids. I rebelled over this role I was expected to assume. "Work, Take care of child, house, Sleep &amp;amp; repeat" That post baby depression made me weak. It took long lonely months to come back from it. I didn't have the strength I did in high school to do what I needed to do. So I suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times the suffering wasn't all consuming. Those times helped me grow again. A little at a time. My moments of light. That, none of it, was about rebellion. Then I lost my job last year. It was devastating. And then the pressure was unbearable. I got a new job. The pressure didn't let up. I couldn't function. So, I gave it 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am. Fumbling around. Taking risks left and right like its nothing. One risk involved my heart again. So far... the jury is still out. But I am currently hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punished myself over and over for an extended period. (still do sometimes.) For what I viewed as my failures and flaws. My self esteem goes from good to dust. I feel invincible one day and ready to crumble the next. Personally, I should get a medal in personal torment. I am epically good at it. I am sure I know where the future could take me. But I am taking the biggest risk ever to find out. I'm hurt, but somehow I am still flinging myself forward into the unknown. I am scared. But I am not stopping. I am not giving up. I could end up alone. But I have reached a cross roads in life where I can walk either alone or be unhappy. I think I am OK with walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I get to be me. I hope that then... happiness will find me. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to now balance life, work, being a good mother and finding happiness. I hurt people and pushed people away when I hated too. I hurt myself (metaphorically speaking) but its better to have tried, than to watch chance pass you by. I have let way too many of them do that already. I make sacrifices to cause as little disruption to my child as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of shutting down, I am trying to be more careful with my heart. I had to quiet it again. put away feelings so deep and rooted... I have to believe there is true love out there for everyone. That when it happens, its easy, it works. Just.. IS. I have seen it. It does exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe that even though I am different, there is someone out there different enough to love all of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1391376790297872764?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1391376790297872764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/introspection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1391376790297872764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1391376790297872764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/07/introspection.html' title='Introspection'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-9213852749310854449</id><published>2010-06-26T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:16:42.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Hello!!?? We only have 1 earth people!!</title><content type='html'>As the bullshit with BP continues... now the story includes clean crews... some who don't appear to give a shit about the meaning of the word CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a damned travesty. I really hope the people at BP and Transocean see how much cost SAVINGS they have a achieved by cutting corners. In fact I think they should go LIVE in the most affected areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from MSNBC You all know as Ol' standby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37902972/ns/disaster_in_the_gulf/"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dirty disposal of oil cleanup material  Review finds shoddy work by handlers of boom, other waste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A mound of oily sand sits in an uncovered waste container in a parking  lot at the crown jewel of Alabama's park system, Gulf State Park. Water  from the previous night's storm drips out of the bin into a brown pool  on the asphalt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A waste collection area dotted with numerous bins full of spill debris  stands in what seems like an odd spot: Smack in the middle of the  tourist section in Gulf Shores, Ala., directly across the street from a  seafood restaurant hungry for customers because of a lack of tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Yet Jerry Kidd, doing maintenance work at a condominium, couldn't believe it when he saw a Waste Management Inc. truck pull away from a collection site in Orange Beach piled with loose sand, oil-smeared protective gear and oily boom pulled out of the water. It was trailing pollution of its own. "They're going down the road leading to the landfill; they take the same  route every day. They're leaking onto the roads, into the storm  sewers," said Kidd. "There's no telling where it's going."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;SRSLY people... the clean up crews need to step it up... BP and Transocean need to step it up.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a advertisement for a fund raiser... I am not donating shit. Want to know why? Cause it was a PREVENTABLE disaster.&lt;br /&gt;BP should just write a fucking check. Period.&lt;br /&gt;We pay for it every f&amp;amp;%$ing day. The lives lost the day of the accident. At the pump.&amp;nbsp; At the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; With the undeniable damage that is being to the ocean and the life that relies on it above and under water.&lt;br /&gt;With that note. I'll end with a link from MSNBC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/37885261/ns/us_news-environment/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Aquarium exhibit loses sea life for spill, Idea is to show how disaster might impact corals, fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-9213852749310854449?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/9213852749310854449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-we-only-have-1-earth-people.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/9213852749310854449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/9213852749310854449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-we-only-have-1-earth-people.html' title='Hello!!?? We only have 1 earth people!!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7810338040540867384</id><published>2010-06-07T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:58:54.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>No more contests</title><content type='html'>I have decided that contests just aren't my blog's thing. I have that coupon and I am going to pass it on to my friend who ranted at me about her cell phone carrier Saturday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7810338040540867384?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7810338040540867384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-more-contests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7810338040540867384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7810338040540867384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-more-contests.html' title='No more contests'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4585971225728131398</id><published>2010-06-01T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:38:36.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Hungry? Then start bitching!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_702592390"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_702592391"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A contest? Yeah, I guess so, I have never done one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TGI Friday's has offered me a coupon.... for breakfast!!! For my loyal readers,&amp;nbsp;(all 53 of you) I offer it up as a prize.... Here is the info: (and NO,&amp;nbsp;I got nothing but the coupon for this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;For Immediate Release &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Angela Vallera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;RMD Advertising Vallera@RMDadvertising.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(614) 794-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pittsburgh Franchise Launches Traditional First Ever Breakfast Menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;T.G.I. Friday’s Debuts Sunday Breakfast in Greater Pittsburgh-area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, (May 26, 2010) – The Bistro Group, the local franchisee of T.G.I. Friday’s Restaurants, is launching their first ever, an all-new Sunday breakfast menu. Available now, T.G.I. Friday’s will open their doors every Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. to serve an original morning menu to better meet the needs of their customers in a fun, relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Eight local stores including the Waterfront, Robinson Town Centre, Greensburg, Washington, Bethel Park, Monroeville, North Hills and Boardman are currently participating in the new Sunday breakfast. In celebration of the launch, the eight Pittsburgh-area T.G.I. Friday’s have launched a “buy one breakfast entree, get one free” breakfast special downloadable offer now until June 27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“Our Pittsburgh-area Guests are some of the best the brand has,” shares Amie Dancu, Director of Marketing of the Bistro Group T.G.I. Friday’s franchisee. “We’re happy to begin offer our first ever Sunday breakfast menu for our Guests. Friday’s prides itself on the weekend crowd is a fun group – now they can come as early as 9:00 a.m.!” Guests will also be able to enjoy traditional brunch cocktails like Bloody Mary’s and Mimosa’s beginning at 11:00 a.m. on Sunday’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;For more information on The Bistro Group, visit www.BistroGroup.com. T.G.I. Friday’s restaurants in Download the “buy one breakfast entree, get one free” coupon at Twitter.com/EatAtTGIFridays and on Facebook @ EatAtTGIFridays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;About The Bistro Group:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Headquartered in Cincinnati, Ohio, The Bistro Group is the nation’s second largest privately held franchisee of T.G.I. Friday’s restaurants. With more than 30 T.G.I. Friday’s across Ohio, Kentucky, Pennsylvania and West Virginia, The Bistro Group has successfully grown its family business over the past 20 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;www.BistroGroup.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Twitter.com/EatAtTGIFridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;www.Facebook.com/EatAtTGIFridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter, email me at rantpittsburgh @ gmail.com your rant. About ANYTHING that makes you crazy. lol By Friday.&amp;nbsp;Then over the weekend the&amp;nbsp;Rant that&amp;nbsp;makes me (and possibly random judges) laugh and enjoy the most, I will&amp;nbsp;post as a guest rant and award the coupon to that person too! Its only good till 6/27, so, I don't want to drag this out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ranting starts NOW!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4585971225728131398?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4585971225728131398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/hungry-then-start-bitching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4585971225728131398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4585971225728131398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/06/hungry-then-start-bitching.html' title='Hungry? Then start bitching!!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4978983420472347147</id><published>2010-05-30T00:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:39:33.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Things that Piss me off... Oil Edition</title><content type='html'>Things that piss me off? &lt;br /&gt;Corporations that DON'T FOLLOW THE SAFETY RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that mine the blew up recently and killed miners because the company did not follow safety rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you Bp and Transocean.... I hate you hurting my earth. My daughter's earth. For profit and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this bullshit with this oil well leaking has really pissed me off. Oil companies are a fucking joke. Transocean not following safety rules. I saw a video today from MSNBC... as you know and old favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video. Know that in the background my head has exploded from the level of pissed off i am. So far they are sucking worse than the Pittsburgh Pirates, failing at everything to stop the giant fucking leak they tried to HIDE at first. Like nobody would fucking notice.... Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate BP, I will NEVER buy gas from them again even if it means I have to walk to another gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The more spills change, the more they stay the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/vp/37368377#37368377%20"&gt;May 26: Rachel Maddow shares NBC News reports on from 1979 on the Ixtoc I oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico and the near mirror impotence and ineptitude in addressing the spill.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4978983420472347147?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4978983420472347147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-piss-me-off-oil-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4978983420472347147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4978983420472347147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-piss-me-off-oil-edition.html' title='Things that Piss me off... Oil Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6664554701819459899</id><published>2010-05-14T02:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:32:39.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>iPhone Killer revisited.</title><content type='html'>Last year I wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/iphone-killer-shut-up-already.html"&gt;iPhone killer? Shut up already&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost a year later so for fun... lets review the new line up of&amp;nbsp; phones.... So, I googled "iPhone killers" to see who has had the name recently. First up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Palm Pre/Pixie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone has FAILED epically after  being stuck on shitty ass sprint for too long. When you need a 30 to 40 minute training to learn how to use it then its too f&amp;amp;^%ing complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Google's Nexus One phone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Launched on t mobile. Cant buy it in stores. Killed itself in favor of new htc phones further down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motorola Droid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it saved the company from ending up like Palm. It is still very popular and A LOT of bb users gave up blackberry for droid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Microsoft/Sharp "pink" phones. AKA Kin 1 and Kin Two.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... yeah. The jury is out as the phones are just hitting the market...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samsung galaxy s&lt;/u&gt; AND &lt;u&gt;HTC EVO 4G&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both not released, but hyped very much. The Galaxy S is a gsm phone(t-mobile or at&amp;amp;t) and the EVO is currently on preorder trying to save Sprint's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HTC Droid Incredible &lt;/u&gt;(quoted from http://www.iphonekiller.com/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Unlike any other iPhone Killers in the past, this one truly has  everything AND more than currently available iPhone 3GS. Not only are  all the hardware spec superior (bigger and better screen, faster  processor, better camera, etc.), the multi-tasking and multi-touch  supported Android 2.1 OS is superior to Apple OS 3. The only lacking may  be the availability of the Android apps (~50,000 versus Apple’s  200,000) but they are fast gaining as more and more Android based phones  are out there.&lt;/blockquote&gt;The verdict? You still can't Kill the iPhone. But you can make something better than the iPhone and watch that shit go on a 20 day back-order because the reviews were so good that no advertising was needed.&amp;nbsp; HTC is gonna make a lot of money this year by getting awesome devices out before the next (slightly better than last year) stupid ass iPhone. You can't kill the masses of people who buy shit just cause its Apple. Look at the ipad. Its a giant iTouch. that's it. A net book with out a keyboard. Or any way to connect anything to it. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Apple knows what the new iPhone will be. I am sure we could put a cat turd in a box call it iTurd&amp;nbsp; and Apple would sell a million of them&amp;nbsp; f&amp;amp;^%ers cause its Apple (OOOOO!! not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6664554701819459899?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6664554701819459899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/iphone-killer-revisted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6664554701819459899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6664554701819459899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/iphone-killer-revisted.html' title='iPhone Killer revisited.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6781496820324668879</id><published>2010-05-14T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:20:07.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pens'/><title type='text'>Ouch. *sad*</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the good run Pens. I think you were just out of gas. It happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6781496820324668879?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6781496820324668879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouch-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6781496820324668879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6781496820324668879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouch-sad.html' title='Ouch. *sad*'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8874970737139536926</id><published>2010-05-05T01:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:52:30.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>What a damn day.... It's a long rant.</title><content type='html'>I need to bitch. You know that's what you come to see... Me. Bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me needing to pick up a book at the library. Today was the last hold day. And the Blvd is always busy that time of day. On my way up I realized I didn't eat and I didn't have my sunglasses... Bad. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;So, I zoom up to cvs first and grab a pair of sunglasses. (If I find them, mine other ones are bent anyway. I never spend more then $20 cause I am HARD on sunglasses) and a pasta bowl thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get stuck in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zoom the block to the library, practically run inside, run back out and jump in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get stuck in slow moving traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get past it and get down to 51. And head toward the (Swiss) Liberty Tunnels (of cheese walls) As I am the left lane, I intend to stay in the middle (matching) lane exit off 51 just exactly like the guy in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get flipped off and almost wreaked into by Asshole in the right lane who assumed I was going to the far left to turn up west liberty. Slam on the breaks and slide to the right behind the guy as we switch lanes. So I can avoid him wreaking my freaking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to embark on the more common, but wholly irritating and SLOW, dungeon drive. The inbound tunnel lights are filthy and most of the reflective paint gone because they are redoing the inside wall. The dark freaks morons out and they do 30. If that, In the damn tunnel.&amp;nbsp; This continues across the bridge as the same Asshole now cuts off a driver, 2 cars in front of me to get BACK INTO RIGHT LANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headsteeringwheel* The lack of food and considerably shortened my temper at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit continues up crosstown blvd. And when I finally get around some of the morons, I head for the 279&amp;nbsp; ramp only to discover the newest annoying trend. Slowing down to 40 to get ON THE HIGHWAY.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Westview, I catch up wit a dumb short little blond girl going&amp;nbsp; 50. Then 70. Then 65. then 50. Then 70. I was stuck with her until&amp;nbsp; almost Bellevue, when she finally moved over. I had to go 70 so I could make to work in an enough time to eat. About 2 miles from 79 she BLOWS by me in the left lane doing about 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SECOND SHE SAW THE (nearly vacant)79 MERGE POINT, SHE SLOWED TO 50!!!! And you must know, so did the car in front of me. I thought my head might explode. I got behind the bimbo, checked 79, the moment I could do so safely, I shot across on to 79 to get away from her. Coincidentally, she suddenly speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pattern repeated itself the whole way to work. Traffic cutting me off or suddenly slowing down in front of me. People driving SUVs, but freaking out at the little inch bump to enter the parking lot? I wanna smack them. Its an OFF ROAD VEHICLE for goodness sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped out in the car. I ate at work. I felt better. Then it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must remember to always EAT before I leave for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night drive wasn't as eventful, but still annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;279 was down to a single lane of SLOW (of course!!!) moving cars. Everyone had to gawk at the sign PennDot is taking apart for some reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a girl pop her trunk on the liberty bridge and have to pull over to close it. (amusing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One lane was closed on part of the bridge and in the entire outbound tunnel so that they could scrub the lights at the bridge *entrance* side. (which need it, but not as bad as the inbound does).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I observed the drunk in front of me play chicken with the tiny cones for the length of the tunnel. Its a miracle he didn't smash into the tunnel or knock a cone over. He came DAMN close to doing both. Of course the cones would have hurt his car less.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At this point I am happy that I made it to and from work alive with my head intact. I survived. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;I am also a little drunk now too. I am off the next 2 days. thank gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still hate 4 square.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8874970737139536926?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8874970737139536926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-damn-day-it-long-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8874970737139536926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8874970737139536926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-damn-day-it-long-rant.html' title='What a damn day.... It&apos;s a long rant.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7351136591602660504</id><published>2010-04-27T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:05:13.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Improved? Maybe</title><content type='html'>So, I refreshed the blog look. I figure with all the bitching I do here... It could at least be pretty and tranquil looking. You know, so your shocked when I start flipping a bitch about the Pirates and how much a minor team would do a better job. I am still tweaking it. So, things may still change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pirates? STOP SUCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I hate you&amp;nbsp; 4Square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7351136591602660504?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7351136591602660504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/improved-maybe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7351136591602660504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7351136591602660504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/improved-maybe.html' title='Improved? Maybe'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6741584791890544622</id><published>2010-04-22T02:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:33:06.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>To refresh or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blogger has recently added new stuff to the blog designer part... I was thinking of updating the design. changing the look of the blog. so for the 53 people who read this blog... i am proposing a poll before i actually make changes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes or no?? vote in the poll pretty please with sugar on top&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(still hate 4square) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6741584791890544622?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6741584791890544622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-refresh-or-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6741584791890544622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6741584791890544622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-refresh-or-not.html' title='To refresh or not?'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5477566522725166710</id><published>2010-04-20T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:06:34.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>Open Letter to Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Management of the Pirates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Step back and take a deep breath. Did you smell that? Do you feel that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PLAYOFF HOCKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you know what that means? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY FANS WHO BUY MERCHANDISE AND TICKETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just to make this easier to understand for you.... I know there is only one language you idiots speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;WINNING = MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you understand that? Do see how excited people are that the pirates are in 2nd place? Look around. Smell the excitement and joy in the air. Note the large numbers of people who willing sit outside the arena to watch the hockey game on the big screen because the tickets are (wait for it) SOLD OUT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LETS GO PENS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And damn it Pirates, take notes and try to have a winning season. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s. I still hate 4square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5477566522725166710?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5477566522725166710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-pirates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5477566522725166710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5477566522725166710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-pirates.html' title='Open Letter to Pirates'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8497189098561770957</id><published>2010-04-13T01:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T02:11:11.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Assholes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear Any Steeler Player who has run-ins with Police (and not in a nice way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I would like all of you to enroll in the Mario Lemieux School of Conduct. To learn to Fucking BEHAVE like ADULTS. I am sick to death of this bullshit. WTF is wrong with you??? I LOVE my Steelers. But right now I am pissed at several of you. You are PEOPLE, not gods. You are NOT above laws and morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben? All that extra time you seem to have to get your ass in trouble could be well spent in the GYM working off all the FAT an LAZY you have acquired recently. For the love of gawd, get a freaking hair cut, you mullet wearing idiot. I don't care how many Superbowl rings you have. Your pissing me off. Your pissing Pittsburgh off. As a football crazy city, you don't really wanna piss us off do you? So, go to the gym. Do something fucking productive. then go home and watch TV instead of whore trolling. We clear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeff? How about no more drinky for your dumb ass. You  are another one who should do some productive shit and then stay the hell home after dark. I don't want to hear any more about paper towel dispenser fights or you defending Matt's honor to pee all over South Side. SRSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd planned to talk to Holmes next, but seeing as His Assholeness has been traded, there is no point. See ya, asshole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that trades and suspensions send a nice message. You know the "Don't be a damn asshole" message to the team.  All of you ruined the reputation the Steelers organization had for not having trouble making, low life assholes on the team. Now you have to fix it by acting like normal people. This isnt the Ravens, or the Bengals. We are better than that and you are pissing all over it. STOP IT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The next interviews I want to see better have charities or training camp in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8497189098561770957?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8497189098561770957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-assholes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8497189098561770957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8497189098561770957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-assholes.html' title='An Open Letter to Assholes'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3976012260024114950</id><published>2010-03-28T19:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:07:30.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Weather and Traffic Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So, its raining today. (At least it was when I started this post on my lunch today) When I left for work it was pouring. And everyone on the road is like::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"AHHH!!! WATER IS FALLING FROM THE SKY!! Quick drive SLOWLY!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;People... We just had 40 inches of snow. IN A MONTH. 20 inches at once. Who care about some rain??? srsly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And people who drive 20 miles an hour UNDER the speed limit and then RUN the red light or stop sign. SRSLY??? Drive the f&amp;amp;%$ing speed limit and you wont HAVE to run the light or stop sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As much as I complain about traffic... it is WAY WAY better than the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(aka Why Port Authority Sucks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can get to work in less than an hour. I used to work downtown. A whopping 15 minutes from Brookline but an incredible hour or so ride on the freaking bus.  Now I work in Cranberry, 35 minutes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My car is always warm. I don't have to freeze my ass off (shivering with my coat on) all year long  because the bus driver is from the north pole and feels the need to keep the bus at 7 degrees. EVERY DAY. If its cold in the car? My fault. I'll turn the heat on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I never leave myself stranded at the bus stop hoping the driver is late and not that they didn't show up for work. Leaving me to regret not walking to the bus way first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There is always a place to sit. And its not a broken seat either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, I don't miss these things either:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody asks me if I want to take the bus home with them and "drink  booze."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There is no loud mouthed bitch yelling at her kids (while on the bus) on her cell phone for calling her 27 times in the HOUR ride home from town to ask when she is coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There are no culinary students with 42 pieces of luggage taking up 3 seats and blocking the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody asks me for money so that they can get back to Atlanta (while speaking pittsburghese fluently). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I do miss the smithfield street church. If one of my readers walks by there regularly, I would love a pic of their message boards so I could revive Love this Church...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3976012260024114950?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3976012260024114950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-and-traffic-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3976012260024114950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3976012260024114950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/weather-and-traffic-rants.html' title='Weather and Traffic Rants'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-122443334706446799</id><published>2010-03-11T16:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:15:54.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Observations from the Home n Garden show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Recently, I attended the home n garden show in an effort to look and compare new windows. My two very large front windows are 50 years old and SUCK. I am replacing them with 4 smaller windows.  Here are my observations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There was only one vendor selling flower and veggie seeds. And a handful selling plants. But probably 50 vendors selling giant hot tubs for $7000. Srsly. Gian,t pimp hot tubs with 200 jets, 27 lighting effects, surround sound and mini fountains. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish there had been more *garden* in the home and garden show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;People who go to the home and garden show Sunday morning and pay $10 a beer to drink while walking around CLEARLY have a drinking problem. Why else are you getting drunk at 11am for $10 A BEER???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Window salesmen should NEVER start a pitch with: "The president personally endorsed these windows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;First, it is an out right LIE. The president did not endorse a particular company. Second, You don't know the person your selling to, or their political leanings. FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;While on the subject of windows.... Everyone puts gas in between the double panes now, what matters is the FRAME. So, don't tell me your company is the only one to do it. I talked to 12 window companies and half claimed they were the only ones to use the stupid krypton gas or what the hell ever its is called. FAIL again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My final bitch today is at 4square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG!! This app is RUINING my twitter feed. Its nothing for me to have 60 out of 100 tweets at a time  on my phone that are stupid 4square posts. So, a couple friends and I have decided to do Fakesquare. This way we can at least be amused by tweets instead of stalking people on their mundane, boring, stupid errands. I don't wish to be stalked and I don't wish to stalk anyone. so you will never find me on 4square.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-122443334706446799?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/122443334706446799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/observations-from-home-n-garden-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/122443334706446799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/122443334706446799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/03/observations-from-home-n-garden-show.html' title='Observations from the Home n Garden show'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-621069456781558490</id><published>2010-02-27T01:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:37:32.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNOW'/><title type='text'>SnOMFG! I am SICK of SNOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I swear to god, I have **HAD** it with snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We have MORE snow than freaking Alaska!!! Thats just WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;I saw these tweets from Jeff Verszyla (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Verz"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@verz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;) Friday night. He is Kdka's weather man. (that I love cause he tweets me back): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowapalooza stats...feb 5-26...13 days w/ measurable snow, snow total = 42.2&lt;br /&gt;(in 3 weeks!)...avg high = 34 (normal hi is 41) about 9 hours ago via web &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AND Later in the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ready 2 close snow shop for business 2day...latest total for feb 2010,&lt;br /&gt;46.6...total for season 73.8"...please stop, now! about 2 hours ago via web&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am sick of the "death grip on the steering wheel" drive this month or the near death experience of sliding across route 228 because despite the heavy traffic on the road... it SUCKS every. single. time. it snows. I saw 4 accidents on the way home tonight on 79 &amp;amp; 279. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I think we should be grateful that PennDOT put up all those weird little bars, with and with out the cables along 79 and 279. I predict that when the snow melts, FINALLY, that we will see how many cross over accidents they prevented due to this Shitty, Stupid, F&amp;amp;%$ing Snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I *promise* that when its humid and 90 in a couple months, you wont hear a PEEP of complaints from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;CAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOVEL HUMIDITY. Or Heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Or scrape it off your car, or fall in it and get dirty wet snow all over you. Or skid and slide the whole way home from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cause dumb people wont stop in the middle of the highway (asshole) because its TOO SUNNY. (I didn't make that up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Proof that really happened from the PG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.post-gazette.com/blogs/transportation/archive/2010/02/12/at-least-she-wasn-t-texting.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least she wasn't texting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;" Feb 12, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the Beaver County Times: Since the snow started falling last Friday, local emergency officials have sent a consistent message: If you don’t have to go out on the roads, or you’re afraid of driving in the snow, just stay home. PennDOT spokesman Jim Struzzi said the best example why officials have been urging that happened shortly after 9 a.m. Wednesday. As the heavy snow was winding down, a woman was driving a small car in the right lane on I-376 in Robinson Township, near the off-ramp leading to The Pointe at North Fayette and Robinson Town Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Struzzi said the woman, who wasn’t named, apparently became frightened because of the poor road conditions and didn’t want to drive anymore, so she simply stopped her car in the right lane.&lt;br /&gt;That created problems for other motorists who were sliding on slush to get around the woman, Struzzi said. PennDOT crews saw the car on surveillance cameras and sent out a member of the agency’s Parkway Service Patrol to help the woman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Struzzi said that when a member of the patrol arrived, they found the woman sitting in her car, reading a book, waiting for storm conditions to improve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's right kids, read that again.... SHE WAS READING A BOOK ON THE HIGHWAY. I think my brain wants to implode. What makes a person think that it is SAFE to stop in the MIDDLE of the highway EVER, and throw it in park??? And THEN whip out a book!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I would love to find that lady and CLUB her in the head with that f&amp;amp;%$ing book. She is too stupid to be allowed to drive. Or even breathe. The highways have a shoulder to pull over on for a reason for goodness sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Btw, I disabled Anonymous comments on my blog because people were calling me racist and a coward over a sarcastic guest post from a reader, but were too much a coward to IDENTIFY themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SO, F&amp;amp;%$ You. You want to call me names in comments??? OWN UP TO IT. BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-621069456781558490?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/621069456781558490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/02/snomfg-i-am-sick-of-snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/621069456781558490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/621069456781558490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/02/snomfg-i-am-sick-of-snow.html' title='SnOMFG! I am SICK of SNOW!!!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6832212686032909657</id><published>2010-02-08T01:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:49:11.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNOW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Pittsburgh SnOMG!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The links below are to the same pics, but if you prefer one over the other, I put both up. The Picasa site doesn't have all the captions though... I'll work on it. Right after it *doesn't* snow 6 more damn inches on Tuesday. I literally don't have any place else to put snow. The piles in my yard are nearly 5 1/2 foot high now. I'm afraid to throw my kid in the yard... I may lose her. (lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Public Facebook link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2055423&amp;amp;id=1184494661&amp;amp;l=df110637e2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SnOMG Feb 2010 Pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Picasa Link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/poe1222/SnOMG2010?feat=directlink"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SnOMG Feb 2010 Pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Its the 4th worst storm in Pittsburgh history.&lt;br /&gt;21.1 inches at Pittsburgh International. (which was closed for like 24 hrs. That NEVER happens)&lt;br /&gt;20 inches in my yard.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10039/1034339-53.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next 24 hours 'important' in city's efforts to clear streets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;With nearly three decades of snow removal experience, Mr. Kaczorowski said this is the worst snow he has had to battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the worst," he said after 36 hours on duty. "This is worse than '93."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend's snowfall of 21.1 inches was, according to the National Weather Service, the fourth highest accumulation in Pittsburgh since 1876, when the agency began keeping records. The third biggest snowfall, with 25.3 inches, was March 12-14, 1993.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The difference between the 1993 blizzard and this one? This snowfall was wet and heavy, '93 was a dry snow. I hate this shit. It broke our shovel. It was a bitch to clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And there is more coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*headesk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6832212686032909657?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6832212686032909657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/02/pittsburgh-snomg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6832212686032909657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6832212686032909657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/02/pittsburgh-snomg.html' title='Pittsburgh SnOMG!!!!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1615881649174429100</id><published>2010-01-19T01:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:21:03.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Mall of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Some of you have seen my tweets  and complaints about the local mall, Century III Mall. In its day, that mall was the place to be. It has a unique tri-split level layout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428336743586476386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/S1VTgfqsMWI/AAAAAAAAATA/xp-fX51iwsk/s320/mallofdeath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(more Mall of Death Pics&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24629643@N04/sets/72157613061074565/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, if your curious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In any case, the mall's current owner has let the mall deteriorate badly and one whole section of the mall is closed. There are many vacant storefronts and that concourse pictured above is no longer crowded like it used to be. They moved the food court a couple years back, to this very depressing corner where all 3 levels meet, including the dead section that's closed. The lighting blows and the ceiling clearance is about 9 feet. It's a shitty place for the food court. Especially when you compare it to a place like Ross Park Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One of my readers had the chance to spend extended time at the Mall Of Death today. Inspired by my tweets and complaints, I was sent this: (A Guest Rant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So here's what Mayor D is going to do with Century III Mall. Gonna close it immediately! Then we're gonna take the mall and convert it to a multi purpose facility. I'm going section it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One section is going to be a medical facility that will serve as an annex to Jefferson Hospital. We'll have doctors and specialists and rehab here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another section is going to be a bus lounge were riders can shoot each other in comfort while waiting for a bus transfer. Yes, shoot each other in comfort...and they can do drugs and get high and have babies on the couch and be prostitutes and do all those other wonderful things that bus riders en route to clariton enjoy. 61c Mckeesport baby....keepin it real, man keepin it real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're going have a big fitness center here with nutritionists and cooking classes and health experts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we will have another section that's gonna be an annex to CCAC south campus with more classrooms and computer training and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the Bus Lounge real nice. Lcd screens for all... 1 screen shows bus schedules, another shows available prostitutes with rates, another gives real time price quotes for an ounce of crack.... I'm going to have a vending machine in my bus lounge....it will be stocked with disposable needles, condoms, tampons, cigarettes, and Advil. The Bus Lounge will be a great hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably will keep a few stores here...but only a handful. They are mostly gonna be shoe stores, beauty salons, tanning places, and nail salons. I'll reopen the kfc that used to be here too. Inside will be payless shoes, Gabriel brothers, salvation army. And goodwill. Other anchor stores will be the unemployment office, ace cash express, my bus lounge, and a family planning clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put some branch office banks and atms here too! If you need money, you can just conveniently rob the bank, so you have money to pay for the prostitute that's gonna ride the bus home with you tonight!&lt;br /&gt;See how easily I can improve peoples lives??!! Giving back to the community man, that's what its all about. I'm telling you....I got a higher calling in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming to this mall since I've been 5 years old....I can tell you whatever you need to know about it and what's going happen after it closes... The people from clariton who will make full use of my bus lounge are the reason why the mall is what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1615881649174429100?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1615881649174429100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/mall-of-death.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1615881649174429100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1615881649174429100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/mall-of-death.html' title='Mall of Death'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/S1VTgfqsMWI/AAAAAAAAATA/xp-fX51iwsk/s72-c/mallofdeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6113519021080831429</id><published>2010-01-15T01:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:40:18.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>The Pee Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have been at my current job since Sept. I can honestly say I have not really met anyone I couldn't stand. Everyone I have met, is nice and I have liked some more than others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am still in training. Hopefully at the end of this month I will be fully graduated from training.&lt;br /&gt;My Employer takes a long time to train employees because they want them to be good. They also expect you to act like an adult, if you don't, they have tons of reports they can run to striaghten your ass up. Employer doesn't play when it comes to certain things. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;Well in the training area we got a new supervisor. I like my supervisor. This new supervisor? She is not mine (thank goodness) and I do not like her.&lt;br /&gt;She is The Pee Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do a lot of online trainings, and sometimes you can finish them a couple minutes early. If you do, generally, your allowed to get a drink or run to the bathroom before logging back in. It's not encouraged, but its normally not a major issue as long as your not abusing it. The other day, at various times, the people around me were doing OLTs. One girl, B, finished early and got up from her desk to use the bathroom really quick. And The Pee Police, L, stopped her and started quizzing her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you up?&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;Are you allowed to do that?&lt;br /&gt;You should do something else if your done with your training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gee... I didn't think we were 2!! I also didn't realize we had to schedule offline time to be allowed to step away from our desks to pee if it wasn't a scheduled break or lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sorry. My bladder doesn't have a f&amp;amp;%$ing watch! I don't think B's does either. B basically blew her off and went pee. The Pee Police proceeded to go and TATTLE to the other supervisors!!!  Honestly, its not that huge of a deal. There really isn't much training you can complete in 3 minutes. There is nothing in the performance agreement that says peeing off schedule is forbidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then when B returned a couple minutes later, L "instructed" her the proper log out process for unscheduled potty breaks. It was completely unnecessary and a waste of everyone else's time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was angry for her. Its a bunch of bullshit. She was mad too. Its not like we wander aimlessly around the call center all the time and need to be reigned in by a sheep dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, today The Pee Police felt the need to hang out in our section all day. Cause we are so damn much trouble, peeing off schedule and all. About 14 of us all work the same schedule, meaning breaks and lunch are the same. But all day she was questioning every person who had the nerve to leave their seat. At about 7pm when half of us were on break and clearly NOT living in our tiny cubes, she stopped and immediately started questions us. AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Someone quickly spoke up and said WE ARE ON BREAK. (Good grief woman!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What I wanted to say was, "that we were working on a way to launch you out the 4th floor window with out anybody noticing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I like having a job. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6113519021080831429?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6113519021080831429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/pee-police.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6113519021080831429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6113519021080831429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/pee-police.html' title='The Pee Police'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-917143399999790048</id><published>2010-01-14T01:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:40:36.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Stupid Hall of Fame: Moron Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;***Now I know there are some dire happenings in Haiti right now. You can head over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://thatschurch.com/"&gt;That's Church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for those updates on current efforts. I am just here to provide some amusement and escape from all seriousness***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know all 47 of  my fans have missed Stupid Hall Of Fame updates... So, I have a good one for you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From the PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/10013/1027885-100.stm?cmpid=MOSTEMAILEDBOX"&gt;Hairdresser sentenced for shooting dissatisfied customer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now normally, if you don't like your hair, you get it re cut, or a refund... but apparently something went horribly wrong here. The most important part of  this story is the defense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A Washington County hairstylist who claims she didn't know a .38-caliber handgun was a "deadly weapon" will spend five to 20 years in prison for shooting a dissatisfied client in the lower back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ms. Reed says she fired two shots because the Ms. Newton sisters jumped her and didn't realize "a .38-caliber could be considered a deadly weapon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink"  style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; font-style: italic;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT!! You SHOT a person. With a GUN. With REAL bullets. What the F*&amp;amp;% did you think was going to happen!!?? Who let this bitch buy a gun and convince her it was a f*&amp;amp;%ing Nerf gun that shot sunshine???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause at the end of the article, she proves to everyone that she isn't that dumb by saying this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ms. Reed told the judge who sentenced her yesterday, "That .38-caliber didn't even take her down."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Really? That is relevant how? You still shot her you idiot. So, to be clear everyone:: You can KILL people with guns that shoot REAL bullets. They are DEADLY WEAPONS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From MSNBC, (whom I have missed using for countless stupid hall of fame posts since I started working these crazy ass hours.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34833172/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;Woman charged in McDonald’s rampage&lt;br /&gt;She’s accused of trashing the restaurant because of a burger problem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;In the video, which has been viewed hundreds of thousands of times online, a customer is seen throwing a sign and a water dispenser over a counter and pushing three cash registers to the floor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;OK. OK. I know this seems  TOTALLY insane, but how about nicely ASKING for them to remake it the right way?? I know this shit works. But maybe I am the crazy one.... Second, maybe its a BAD idea to wreak the restaurant with a CAMERA aimed right at you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On Tuesday, the Jackson County prosecutor's office charged 19-year-old Alesha McMullen of Kansas City with Class D felony property damage. Police say McMullen told officers her order was prepared wrong and the restaurant refused to give her a refund.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So, you trashed the McDonald's over about $5? Really? That angry, that you will now spend HUNDREDS in fines, court costs, a lawyer and restitution? You have a PROBLEM then. You need some damn Prozac or anger management or something to CALM your ass down. SRSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And not to be outdone, Here comes the winner for Worst Parent of the Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34748213/ns/us_news/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police: Conn. mom left kids in car while tanning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't even read the story before I said "WHAT THE F*&amp;amp;% is wrong with that bitch!?" Connecticut in January??  Clearly the tanning bed burnt ALL her brain cells away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ENFIELD, Conn. - Police in Connecticut say 28-year-old mother (Candy Ann Rock) is charged with leaving her two young children in her car in freezing temperatures while she went tanning in a salon.&lt;br /&gt;Enfield Police Chief Carl Sferrazza told the Journal Inquirer that Rock left her two children — ages 3 and just under 1 year — in the parked car, which was not running, for 18 minutes during her tanning session at about 9 a.m. Monday. He said weather reports showed the wind chill was 19 degrees at the time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank GOODNESS the kids were OK. But OMFG! Really? 19 degrees and you thought it was OK to just leave them in there?? Really? SRSLY? I think my brain might explode. I want to punch her in the head for leaving a BABY and Toddler ALONE, in the car, EVER. At 28, she should be smarter than a rock. I swear I hope they take those kids away. Or she drowns in a puddle tanning lotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, her name is Candy Rock.  Awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-917143399999790048?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/917143399999790048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-hall-of-fame-moron-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/917143399999790048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/917143399999790048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-hall-of-fame-moron-edition.html' title='Stupid Hall of Fame: Moron Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3660153053583068479</id><published>2010-01-05T01:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:39:13.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Asshole Drivers... n'stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First, I will cover the "n'stuff"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll call this "Stating the obvious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From the Columnist Section of the PG:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WAIT!! Don't click it yet. I'll sum it all up in 2, yes 2 sentences and save you some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The defense has become epic fail, even more so with out Troy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They LOST to Cleveland. DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now if you still want to read a full page column saying all that with more words? Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/10005/1025778-66.stm?cmpid=bcpanel0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ron Cook: Here's why Steelers failed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Second. Asshole Drivers? You really really piss me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Before I flip out, I will confess my driving habits just so we are all clear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My disclaimer: I use my turn signals 99.5% of the time. I stop at red lights and stop signs 99% of the time. I do NOT drive slower than the speed limit if it is at all possible. And unless the highways are bad, my average speed is 65. I don't text and drive, sometimes I wont even answer my phone while driving. I don't cut people off. I don't tailgate. I try to be a safe driver. More so, because its been 6 years of riding the bus in to town and now I have a regular commute to Cranberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Clear? Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;With the weather being bad you would think people would driver safer on the highways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You would be wrong. I have been tailgated so close several times in the last 4 days that sometimes I can't see their headlights, or they were blinding me. I USE cruise control. I was going 65-70-- GET OFF MY ASS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Some people would slow down as punishment for tailgating. but 930pm, on a dark highway alone... I got out of the damn way. Still It pisses me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight, while in the passing lane, I passed an SUV. I was going 65. 10 min later this SUV is suddenly UP MY ASS out of nowhere. I don't know where he came from, but if it had been light outside, I would have slowed to 55. To prove a point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The other thing that really gets me angry are the people who drive slower than the speed limit, f&amp;amp;%$ing up traffic all over the place, and then RUN A RED LIGHT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHAT THE F&amp;amp;%K?!!? SRSLY??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about if you drove 45 instead of 30, you wouldn't have to run the red light asshole! Running the light defeats the whole "I'm not in a hurry, so I will just go WAY slower than everyone else" tone you have set by going 10 miles hour UNDER the speed limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So we are clear, if you see an Impala rocking out to Lady Gaga on 79/279? Just leave me alone. K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3660153053583068479?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3660153053583068479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/asshole-drivers-nstuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3660153053583068479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3660153053583068479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2010/01/asshole-drivers-nstuff.html' title='Asshole Drivers... n&apos;stuff'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5301634246456259601</id><published>2009-12-28T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:27:59.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Post Christmas Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Christmas Fail= Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Part 1 of Christmas Fail started with my family eating dinner before I even got off work and then pretending the COLD food has JUST been eaten. I'm not a moron people. When I state that "I get done work at 6," I don't mean, "serve dinner at 530." So, I had the wonderfully UNCOMFORTABLE moment of microwaving Christmas dinner and standing in the kitchen to eat cause there was not a damn place to sit down. THANKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am just happy the death threats had ceased by the time I got there even if it would have made this post WAY more entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then Kodak proceeded to make me HATE them to death. (Proof of that is forthcoming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Christmas Fail Continued with Tim getting an EXACT SAME gift that he got last year, that he has never even taken out of the box. In the person's defense, they may not be aware that it was purchased last year. Still... fail for other family members who didn't speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Santa brought me a new Nikon. (Proof of that is forthcoming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;More Christmas Fail didn't occur until Part 4. That's when CSIL brought the Bitchmosphere (Yes, I made it up) to Christmas, by declaring that she was taking all the gifts back for 3 of her 5 grand kids because her oldest daughter felt bad at not buying presents for the other kids and didn't want to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Punish the grand kids for their mother's shortcomings. AWESOME. Thankfully, she didn't actually do that because I might have had to say something (not nicely) about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;All in all it wasn't a bad Christmas. There were just parts where I wanted to strangle someone. Tomorrow I will Post Why I hate My Kodak Camera. 2 posts in one night might give someone of you a heart attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5301634246456259601?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5301634246456259601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-christmas-rant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5301634246456259601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5301634246456259601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-christmas-rant.html' title='Post Christmas Rant'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2244931870274127379</id><published>2009-12-23T20:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:35:45.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(yay for a steelers win!! woohooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hope that in 2 days I can take back everything I say now... but somehow I doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Recently I ranted about family members who continue to buy themselves stuff well into December, thwarting everyone else's attempts to get then Christmas gifts. It pisses me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well my Christmas is celebrated in 4 parts over the 24th and 25th. (not in this order) At my house, my moms house, my dads house and his mom's house. This is because we just cant visit all these places in 1 day. It's not possible. (We tried. And my house its a bit too small to have EVERYONE come here.) Even more so now with a a nearly 3yr old child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sadly enough 1 of the 4 parts has become infamous for Christmas/Holiday Fail. Lost gifts, the completely wrong gifts, Clearly thoughtless gifts. (special edition Chinese checkers anyone??), non assembled gifts for small children who then burst out in tears when its taken away to put batteries in.... It doesn't matter, every year its something. And while I am hella excited to hear Julia say (again) "Thank you my present, I LOVE it!"  I also quietly fear Christmas Fail because its the one time during the holiday that gets me srsly upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Also me and the Kodak are on non speaking terms because of its fuckin FAIL at taking a decent picture or even having the damn flash go off when it is supposed to. Also add to it, the new problem of it not holding a charge.. I am generally ready to kick it to the curb. So, who knows what kind of pics I will get out of this holiday.  :-(   I have been having more trouble with it lately and that translates to less pics of my Julia. (Though I don't take near as many as Burghbaby) Which leaves me rather pissed because this year Julia understands presents better even if the Santa Claus concept is still not being grasped yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love the Kodak printers. HATE the Kodak cameras.... HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Here is hoping there is NO Christmas Fail this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2244931870274127379?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2244931870274127379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-christmas-rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2244931870274127379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2244931870274127379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-christmas-rant.html' title='Pre-Christmas Rant'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5819971656268788465</id><published>2009-12-15T01:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:12:18.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Who's Angry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I saw this headline in the PG today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/09349/1020988-66.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steelers trying to erase doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Really? How about not LOSING TO THE F&amp;amp;$%ING BROWNS!!?? I know that would go a long way towards erasing my doubts that the whole team caught varying degrees of  "Pirates Syndrome." WTF is wrong with everyone? The BROWNS!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I firmly believe this stops with the players. Hey guys? You DON'T GET PAID TO PLAY WORSE THAN THE BROWNS! I meant it! lately everyone has SUCKED. I can't even point out 1 failure because I would be here all NIGHT pointing out the bullshit. That is twice we won a superbowl and twice we have been hideous the following season. That isn't Tomlin's fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about the 27 steelers with TV, radio, Internet, print media, CB radio, podcast, Morse code, and drunk jailhouse shows and appearances focus more on PLAYING and less on f&amp;amp;%$ing around in the spotlight. SRSLY. If you people would spend less time in the media, maybe you wouldn't SUCK so bad on the field. GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The motivation for the players this week comes in different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play for pride"&lt;br /&gt;"Play for the fans"&lt;br /&gt;"Play for your family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about playing for the million dollar contracts you f&amp;amp;%$ing signed??? HUH??!! That's not motivation enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about NOT letting the quarterback get sacked 8000 times a game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about the quarterback lose some fucking weight and get back it the shape you were in 2 yrs ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about NOT letting opponents run kickoff and punts past the f&amp;amp;%$ing 30 yard line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How about playing like you give a shit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5819971656268788465?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5819971656268788465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/whos-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5819971656268788465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5819971656268788465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/whos-angry.html' title='Who&apos;s Angry?'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-785234925410124269</id><published>2009-12-07T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:01:07.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>A Little Christmas Bitching</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I want to say I love Christmas. Not the cold and snow shit so much, but the lights and gift giving shit? I love. I love finding that perfect gift for someone, whether I am shopping on amazon.com (love ya) or my other favoritest store, Target (Yes, I know favoritest is not a word. It's my blog. I can  say what I want.) I love sneaking out at 9pm and shopping during the extended hours cause I can get always get a close spot in the lot. I love hearing Julia in the back seat talking about how all the "pretty lights are wonderful, Mommy!!" It makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But it seems that there is always one damn person who has to suck the FUN out of Christmas for me every year. This year it is Family Member A. (aka FMA) FMA buys themselves EVERYTHING. They have apparently never heard of the November Rule. (This rule states that as of Nov 1, you don't make any purchases for yourself without approval so that people can buy you stuff for the holidays) It seems simple enough right? WAIT a few weeks for non urgent items and someone ELSE will BUY it for YOU. Right????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;FMA has this horrible habit of breaking the rule, EVERY YEAR. Going so far as to BUY the present themselves (!!) to make sure they would get it one year. After getting a reasonable idea for FMA who has EVERYTHING... We find out FMA went and bought the item Thursday night (!!!) and we were going shopping on Friday!  December 3rd. FMA is buying themselves stuff December f&amp;amp;%$ing 3rd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear FMA: STOP IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was so pissed that FMA almost did not get a damn present this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then you have the family members who wont give you ideas for themselves (or their kids) and you have to just guess what they might like or don't have already. FUN. It's especially helpful for those people you don't see and talk to on like a weekly basis. Makes you want to spork someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Almost as bad, are the ideas so vague that the person might as well have grunted at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Sweaters."&lt;/span&gt; OK. What kind? What colors? What style? Personally, I detest turtle neck sweaters. DETEST. Unless you ask me, I don't run around professing my hate for clothing wrapped around my neck. I never ask for clothes. Cause I know I am picky. Hella picky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Perfume."&lt;/span&gt; Again... What brand? What kind of scent? Full strength? Watered down? Again, I am the kind of person who's body chemistry can destroy the scent of perfume the second it hits my skin. So, I have 2 maybe 3 scents I know I can wear and not smell hideous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My absolute favorites are the lists that read like its from a rich kid in Fox Chapel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What I want for Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A Treadmill.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHAT? A treadmill? Where the f*&amp;amp;% are you putting a $4000 piece of equipment? Who do you think is buying you THAT? SRSLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;To end on a nicer note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, when I went shopping Friday I very annoyed and I was trying to live up to the "Bitch Train" Status on Blackberry Messenger. I was going to take all those people that pissed me off and just get some random gift cards and be done with it. Why put effort in to it when they are not making an effort? Gift cards are wonderful, I ask for them alot. But at least I ASKED for specific kinds of gift cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It was a nice, but exhausting day. Daytime shopping at the Mt Nebo/Camp Horne Rd Target rocked. The place wasn't hideously crowded, we found some very good deals and I got a ton of shopping done for almost the whole 20+ person list. The side note, is that I really wanted people  to have something to open this year.  Turns out, I changed my mind and bought them stuff, going out on a bit of a limb and I have to hope they like what I got them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bitch Train or not, I couldn't stay in that mood. I had fun picking out toys for the little ones on the list, including Julia.  Christmas shopping CAN be fun. As long as you aren't going to the G20 Summit (aka Walmart on Black Friday) to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;PS I'm trying to post more. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-785234925410124269?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/785234925410124269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-christmas-bitching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/785234925410124269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/785234925410124269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-christmas-bitching.html' title='A Little Christmas Bitching'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-986472585102694096</id><published>2009-11-24T00:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:11:46.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>For your reading pleasure....A Classic Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've decided that since CSIL has been causing drama around here lately, I would dust off an old rant I wrote before the existence of this blog... Its from April 2008 I was very angry the day I wrote this. It's long.... but funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BTW, all curse words are in play. I'm to lazy to change a damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;    Let me preface this rant by saying this. She is a drama queen. She is the queen of the drama queens. Drama Queens aspire to be this good. And today she stunk like a rum bottle. For the rest of this rant she will be called Crazy Ass Sister In Law or CSIL&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, the crazy ass sister in law called a "family meeting" this week. I thought to myself. "great. what have we &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(or anyone)&lt;/span&gt; done to her this time." HA! Little did I know what was in store.... I leave straight from work to go there. My husband picks me up from the bus stop. Everyone is there except her. We wait. For 40 minutes until she shows up. Remember ladies and gentlemen, CSIL *called* for this fucking thing. And she is staggering! &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(WHOOO!!)&lt;/span&gt; She is half crying already. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am thinking. "OK maybe she is sick"&lt;/span&gt; Oh, how that was an understatement of the century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    She starts directing people to stand or sit in a particular spot. She says: "Your all going to think I am crazy, and I don’t know if Dad has come to you, but he has come to me for the last month and he has messages for all of you." &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;An I thought (in the words of the great Lewis Black) "WHAT the Fuck!?"&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    She now proceeds to say she will speak but it won’t her speaking &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(who the fuck is talking then??)&lt;/span&gt; and when its done we all have to go to the living room and she won’t remember this. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Of course not, that's why it’s called black out drunk)&lt;/span&gt; I am standing here wondering what episode of punk’d I walked into and how do I get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She starts the.... "channeling" of her dead &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(for over a year)&lt;/span&gt; father. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Are you fucking kidding me?)&lt;/span&gt; His "messages" to her 2 kids are things a mother should have been teaching her daughters years ago. Daughter 1 doesn’t want to go stand next to her mother because she has just realized that her mother is a fucking mental case. CSIL commands her: "He is getting angry, come over here." &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(WAIT! The enlightened, heavenly ghost of father past is getting pissed cause she doesn’t want to stand in a certain spot??!!!!)&lt;/span&gt; I don’t make it to the second kid. I am ready to bust out laughing at this absurd charade, so I leave the room and go to the &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(final destination)&lt;/span&gt; living room to play with my kid, who I haven’t seen all day.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This load of crap goes on for an hour! &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AN HOUR!&lt;/span&gt; She spends no more than 10 min giving "messages" to her own kids that she can’t get along with cause she needs PROZAC! Then I am commanded to bring Julia to the undead one so that she can give my husband his message of bullshit.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And yes, it is total BULLSHIT. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(TV Psychics do better than this crap)&lt;/span&gt; He is sorry to have had such a short time with my daughter before he died. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Listen bitch, he has alot of other shit he needs to be sorry for and that’s not it)&lt;/span&gt; He wants my husband to stay on the path to recovery. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(MS IS NOT CURABLE YOU MORON!)&lt;/span&gt; This is all the wisdom to be imparted on us because apparently she didn’t rehearse this part as much. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(5 minutes. He is coming back from the dead and this is IT!?)&lt;/span&gt; I take my kid and leave the room before I back-hand her in the head.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At this point, I miss the messages for the other 2 brothers, because there are 3 kids under 3 years old in the &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(final destination)&lt;/span&gt; living room, that not a single person is paying attention to. 1 is mine. When I was able to get back to the doorway, I listen for the next 25 minutes about her. CSIL is referring to her self in the 3rd person and pretending to be in a trance. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(A fucking trance... I can’t stand it.)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Remember this is the undead one talking THRU HER)&lt;/span&gt; CSIL goes on to talk about herself, first saying she has no friends and can’t make friends because the undead one checked on her too much as a teenager, he is so sorry. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(HEY my stepfather STALKED ME in high school, and I was a good kid! But I have no trouble making friends!)&lt;/span&gt; Later she contradicts the earlier statement by claiming the undead one is sorry for paying more attention to his biological sons and apparently this is why she doesn’t have friends. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(WHAT?)&lt;/span&gt; She doesn’t know her bio-dad, she feels he rejected her &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(BOO fucking HOO. She never met the guy. EVER. My husband's father had always been there.)&lt;/span&gt; Then the undead one says "now she feels rejected because I left too" &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(WHAT? He died! I am sorry, how is his dying of a heart attack a rejection of her!!)&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My brain is starting to feel like its gonna explode as the CSIL begins to unknowingly reveal that this is all a ploy to manipulate us in to feeling guilty or pity or something for her. I am just pissed off. His dying was not about her! And nothing she says is new information. There is not one single thing that is an intimate detail to make me believe that she had been talking to her dead father for a month. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(That is just how long it took to practice the fake seance and plan)&lt;/span&gt; At one point the undead father &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(she)&lt;/span&gt; starts complaining that his ashes are still in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Really? SRSLY? He cares that much about it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I can see on their faces that nobody is buying this thing anymore. At least I hope not anyway. Not after a 25 minute "message" about how hard her life is on her &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(anti-social ass)&lt;/span&gt; and how we need to love her &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(or something).&lt;/span&gt; My husband writes "crazy" on a mini Magna-doodle. I have to leave. I am literally at the point that if we don’t leave, I am going to cause serious trouble. Thankfully, Julia has had enough and we get the fuck out of there as its wrapping up &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(I missed the end cause I needed a potty break.)&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Apparently, the undead one commanded CSIL to go in to the &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(final destination)&lt;/span&gt; living room and lay on the sofa where he died and do.... something. I think she passed out. And daughter 1 says "what are we supposed to do with her now?" &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(GOOD FUCKING QUESTION!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    I spent the rest of the evening ranting about this crap, because holding it all in for an hour was a lot of FUCKING work. I have some Prozac left over from my post-baby depression. I think I should give the happy pills to her. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Here, take 2!!)&lt;/span&gt; She needs help. WHY oh WHY, would the undead father not "talk" to his wife he "loved so much" ?!!? She would be the more likely person. I mean, if I am gonna haunt someone cause I need to get a message across, I am gonna pick my sister or mom or my husband over anyone else.  srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;To use a dead relative to manipulate people, complain and try to boss people around by telling them what  you think they should be doing, is just fuckin ignorant. And rude. And WRONG. It makes me so so pissed off. Write a letter, talk to your mother in private, talk to a mental health professional, but don’t pretend you can channel dead spirits and ruin my afternoon by wasting my time as well as everyone else involved. Fuckin crazy ass.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-986472585102694096?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/986472585102694096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-your-reading-pleasurea-classic-rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/986472585102694096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/986472585102694096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-your-reading-pleasurea-classic-rant.html' title='For your reading pleasure....A Classic Rant'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-9001889941960951607</id><published>2009-11-11T23:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:15:12.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>What I have learned..... and other shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am sorry for going so long between posts... It just has not been in the cards for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What I have learned: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Even though i wear my contacts 355 days a year, (I know! Bad bad... but I am practically blind and life is much easier this way.) Sleeping in contacts while being attacked by a wicked sinus cold is a BAD thing. So bad that I scratched my right eye and irritated the shit out of my left eye. I haven't worn glasses in FOREVER and when I pulled them out... I vowed to live with wearing 1 contact and just suffering. Anything to keep from looking like Harry Potter's sister. Srsly. As I write this, I still only have 1 contact in, but my eyes are not a new shade of red anymore... thank goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am hoping in the next couple days my eyeballs will stop hating me and my F&amp;amp;%$ing Halloween cold will clear the rest of the way out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What I have learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That 7 weeks of classroom training still doesn't prepare you for the brain explosion of taking calls alone (sorta). All the shit you learned now needs to be more than just theory.... and that's a challenge in my new line of work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What I have learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No matter what I try, my almost 3 year old kid refuses to stay potty trained. She will do it for my mom and sorta for me, but not at all for her daddy. She KNOWS. She just refuses, so if you got tips, tricks, ANYTHING, please share. I need HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What I have learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That there is a real life Dennie the Menace and he has moved for a 40 acre farm in Virgina to 2 houses down from me. And while he appears to be destruction with feet, its my neighbor I feel for. He has become the unwitting "Mr Wilson" stuck in the role of giving the kid juice boxes to go away when he is working in the garage, dealing with him climbing and hitting the metal fence between the yards, and other annoying shit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;His dad is trying to adapt, but this is the city and your kid is 7. You just cant send him outside and NOT check on him for HOURS. SRSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm gonna rest my eyeballs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-9001889941960951607?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/9001889941960951607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-have-learned-and-other-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/9001889941960951607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/9001889941960951607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-have-learned-and-other-shit.html' title='What I have learned..... and other shit'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1232581818076671657</id><published>2009-10-28T23:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:54:00.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Penn DOT and Asshole Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Penn DOT seems to be on a mission to piss me off.  It's working. Now that I work for New Employer, I have to travel up 279 and 79.  Two recent Friday afternoons we got stuck in traffic for miles going home. Why? I'll tell you why. Cause even though it was POURING rain both Friday's....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They decided to patch concrete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Starting at 5PM on a FRIDAY EVENING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5!!! Hello!!! You got bright f&amp;amp;%$ing lights, cant you start... I don't know... AFTER rush hour? Like 7???  What makes it worse is that the only concrete on 279 is on bridges, but they have it down to 1 lane from the 79 (aka The Highway that will NEVER be done) split to well past Camp Horne rd On Ramp. For 1 bridge that is closer to the Camp Horne ramps. Really? you need ALL that blocked? SRSLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well it turns out that now they want to do this NIGHTLY.  But starting a 6. OK. Fine. Except I had to stay till 630 for a work function tonight. It was bad enough that traffic was backed up for about 2 miles on 79 because Penn DOT workers felt the lane block needed to start 7 miles before the actual work site. (assholes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Somehow, an ASSHOLE in a black Cadillac Escalade got in front of us. The driver had me so pissed off that I was about to call the police and report them for reckless driving. And I wasn't even driving. My husband was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First, he/she cut us off to get in front of us at the merge point, then the SUV was weaving between the single lane and the shoulder of the highway. The driver would speed up and then slam on the breaks, causing us to do the same on several occasions. I thought about 10 times we were going to hit the caddy or be hit from behind. I also speculated that the driver was trying to cause an accident. At one point on 279, the SUV slowed down to about 30 mph, started riding the middle of the shoulder and lane. There was enough room for 3 semi's to fit between the SUV and the car in front of it. He/she hit their breaks for no reason and we almost plowed in to it. When we finally reached the area where actual work was happening, the asshole driver nearly STOPPED TO LOOK!  At construction workers?! Then the ass floored it out of the work zone, which was only  1/2 a mile longer amazingly enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am sure I dropped every swear word I know during that time. Thank goodness Julia was not there. There was another section of blocked lane and I could see the asshole 10 cars in front of us, still driving erratically. I was relieved when we got of of the work area. Relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, Penn Dot Do me a damn favor and really decide if you need 15 miles of highway blocked off for 1 bridge. I don't think I can take another asshole in front of me like that. The Friday work? Can't you start that later? Damn. People want to get the f&amp;amp;%$ home from work ya know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1232581818076671657?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1232581818076671657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/penn-dot-and-asshole-drivers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1232581818076671657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1232581818076671657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/penn-dot-and-asshole-drivers.html' title='Penn DOT and Asshole Drivers'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3952937475954623762</id><published>2009-10-26T00:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:51:52.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Miss Unorganized n stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;Since starting my new job- I have just been a hawt mess when it comes to blogging. If it makes you feel any better... I have around 300 pictures that need organized into their folders and some uploaded to Julia's photo album.... And that is probably not happening tonight. But I am posting. So, I did half of what I wanted..... I kinda wish my laptop wasn't so big cause i would totally blog on my lunch at work since I have an hour. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;In the meantime, feel free to follow me on twitter cause I post there frequently. My Name is @rantpittsburgh. All spammers will be blocked. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;Chapter 2 Of Baltimore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;Music has been sent away from our training class because Baltimore can't shut the hell up. Her singing is dreadfully annoying. Not paying attention in class has already come back to bite her. When we took our first calls, she nearly blew it. She was also scheduling cruises for February. Which would be fine, except we aren't allowed to used our first vacation days until March. I swear to god I heard her ask the travel agency if she needed a passport for Miami. MIAMI! She also ducked out of class to take non urgent phone calls. Wonderful. How the hell did she make it by the interviewers, I will never know. But I doubt she will make it 6 months. The bitch doesn't take her job seriously. At All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;I have to say, I really enjoyed watching Mr. I-cant-pronounce-my-name-right losing to our Steelers today. Despite Special Teams needing an NCIS Style smack upside the back of their collective heads for letting that Viking run all the way back for a touchdown on the kickoff. We are better than that! Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;So, no stupid news tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I have pics to get in order....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3952937475954623762?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3952937475954623762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-unorganized-n-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3952937475954623762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3952937475954623762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-unorganized-n-stuff.html' title='Miss Unorganized n stuff...'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7046148551736630343</id><published>2009-10-13T01:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:49:37.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Stupid Hall of Fame: October</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I love to showcase the fact the some people should never be allowed to drink on this blog. Its been a while since we had a SHoF Post... so enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my favorite site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt; MSNBC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33278556/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cops: Drunk 21-year-old steals ambulance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;LAWRENCE, Kan. - Police in the Kansas college town of Lawrence say they&lt;br /&gt;have arrested a 21-year-old man who stole an ambulance to get home after a night&lt;br /&gt;of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Apparently, there wasn't a tractor or a cab or ANY OTHER vehicle near by. Walking was just out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lawrence Police Sgt. Susan Hadl says the ambulance crew parked it early&lt;br /&gt;Sunday while responding to a medical emergency in an area filled with bars&lt;br /&gt;and specialty shops. Hadl says the man was intoxicated and believed he had no other way home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nice. Steal the ambulance when its needed most. That's a WIN. Clearly the kid either had too much to drink or was just incredibly dumb. In either case- he is still a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From the Stupid Criminal Files over at Yahoo Odd News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091013/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_newlyweds_rob_chapel;_ylt=Ah9whOk_OvFzTXPs1DbBogLtiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTMwaWZyOXByBGFzc2V0A2FwLzIwMDkxMDEzL3VzX29kZF9uZXdseXdlZHNfcm9iX2NoYXBlbARjcG9zAzQEcG9zAzEEc2VjA3luX2hlYWRsaW5lX2xpc3QEc2xrA3BvbGljZXNheW5ldw--"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Police say newlyweds robbed chapel after wedding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SEVIERVILLE, Tenn. – Police said two Campbell County newlyweds were arrested on their wedding night for burglarizing the Sevierville chapel where they were married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WATE-TV reported that Brian Dykes and Mindy McGhee were married Wednesday at the Angel's View Wedding Chapel at the Black Bear Ridge Resort. Following the wedding, the couple rented a cabin at the resort. According to the Sevier County Sheriff, an employee noticed the couple's car back outside the chapel around 1 a.m. and lockbox with cash was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deputies found the couple at a restaurant, where they confessed and turned over the missing $500. They are being held in jail on bonds of $10,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sooooo, maybe robbing a church is a BAD BAD idea. First, its a CHURCH. Second, its a CHURCH. Exactly how much cash did they think they were gonna get? Really? This isn't a BANK! You needed to stay in the resort THAT BAD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Which one of those idiots came up with the idea and which one agreed to it? Srsly? Two idiots made for each other right there. And the best part? $10,000 bond on a $500 theft. KARMA. Happy honeymoon, you morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Finally...This woman... Well, lets just say some people should not have kids and this is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33184919/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Police: Girl, 13, rode in cardboard box atop van&lt;br /&gt;Mom allegedly said that's OK — coat hanger held it down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am not making that shit up! She totally wins the Worst Parent of the Month Award for October.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ALBERTVILLE, Ala. - A woman has been charged with endangering the welfare of a child after she let her daughter ride in a cardboard box on top of their van, police said.&lt;br /&gt;Albertville Police spokesman Sgt. Jamie Smith said the 37-year-old Alabama woman was arrested Sunday after police received a call about a minivan on a state highway with a child riding on top, The Huntsville Times reported. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Smith said the woman told police the box was too big to go inside the van, and that her daughter was inside the box to hold it down. Smith said the mother told officers it was safe because she had the box secured to the van with a clothes hanger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The 13-year-old daughter wasn't harmed and was turned over to a relative. A jail worker said the mother was out on bond Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THE STATE HIGHWAY?? WTF?! Are you serious? Their highway speed is what? 75? Thank God Mom used a f&amp;amp;%$ing COAT HANGER to hold it down! Yes. Read that again in case your head didn't explode the first time. I'll help you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Smith said the mother told officers it was safe because she had the box secured to the van with a clothes hanger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If the f&amp;amp;%$ing box was SO secure-- WHY in the hell was her kid RIDING in it??? Your honor? I motion that this mother never be allowed to reproduce again. Her Stupid Genes will kill off humanity if we allow it to spread further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Go pick your brains up from all over the floor now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7046148551736630343?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7046148551736630343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-hall-of-fameoctober.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7046148551736630343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7046148551736630343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/stupid-hall-of-fameoctober.html' title='Stupid Hall of Fame: October'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6730376902870078751</id><published>2009-10-04T01:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:51:12.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>There is always one....(that pisses me off)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am 2 weeks in to my job with New Employer and even in our tiny training class... There is one girl, we will call her "Baltimore" (Which is SO damn fitting if your a Steeler Fan), who has managed to annoy me to DEATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My co worker that sits next to me, says that things like this work themselves out, meaning she will either get with the f&amp;amp;%$ing program or she will fail out. Either way, I still need to bitch about her to keep my head from exploding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The first (and worst) thing that Baltimore does is CONSTANTLY play with her iPhone. We are learning a TON of stuff on how to do our job and she is over there with 1 ear bud in listening to f&amp;amp;%$ing Pandora. ALWAYS. It's like she would not be able to *breathe* if her iPhone wasn't attached. I understand you need to stay awake in class, but you also have to PAY ATTENTION to class too. She really doesn't go ANYWHERE with out it attached to her ear. SRSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We were giving mini presentations the other day and she completely ignored everyone and sent text messages almost non stop for 40 minutes. While listening to Pandora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We watched a video and she spent the whole video, texting. While listening to Pandora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A speaker from Quality came in for 2 hours to go over stuff with us and she did not participate even once the whole time. While listening to Pandora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When the guy came back a few days later she practically harassed him for participation "gems" our trainer gives out. While listening to Pandora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our trainer talks about active listening. And this bitch is NOT actively listening to anything that's not coming thru the ear bud implanted in her f&amp;amp;%$ing ear. Anyone who has worked in call center customer service knows the term IVR. Interactive Voice Response system AKA That F&amp;amp;%$ing Automated System. But since Baltimore doesn't pay attention, she starts asking us all these stupid questions when we are all trying to work. I have a feeling she is not going to do well on the tests where we are not allowed to talk to the person beside us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;When we do research activities out trainer has started playing HR Appropriate Pandora (inside joke), which is nice. Well, Baltimore gave all these suggestions of shit she likes, but when the trainer puts the music on, BOTH ear buds go IN!! This wouldn't be so bad if she didn't f&amp;amp;%$ing SING ALONG to her own music, creating a distraction. I actually think our trainer told her to stop that Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The other day, we had a 5 minute mini break, 1 minute before we start class she decides to call AT&amp;amp;T and bitch about the fact that she have overages on her bill. HELLO?! PUT THAT DAMN IPHONE DOWN FOR 5 MINUTES!! She then hung up on the rep at AT&amp;amp;T when class had to start back up. She did call them back a couple days later at the end of lunch and get the unlimited plan cause good lord, she needs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fire drill the other day, she disappeared and then claimed she was "standing by the parked cars" near us. UH, No you weren't. There is a reason they tell us where to go, you idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Her iPhone addiction has gotten to the point that she has been charging it at work now. And she skipped out early on class Friday cause she was "sick." I'm sure that the reason she got this job was because after the 4th try, she figured out what to say that would get her hired. She is young and stupid. She doesn't ever socialize with the rest of us, even though we are all cool and fun as hell. But that's okay with me. That means I am less likely to smash her stupid iPhone just to see if her heart stops when Pandora does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6730376902870078751?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6730376902870078751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-is-always-onethat-pisses-me-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6730376902870078751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6730376902870078751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-is-always-onethat-pisses-me-off.html' title='There is always one....(that pisses me off)'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7857623709506112599</id><published>2009-09-26T00:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:31:53.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>What I learned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I learned......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That I really really HATE protesters that destroy property- public and private- in the name of a "protest." I refuse to listen to a word your saying now. I have exactly NO respect for you. G-20 or not. I wish you assholes would go home and quit f&amp;amp;%$&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; up the city. All the important people LEFT. Idiots. And Pitt Students- COME ON! You need to knock your shit off too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRSLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I learned......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I fidget **endlessly** while sitting in a training room for like 8 hours a day. Really. I can NOT f&amp;amp;%$in sit still for more than 5 minutes. I get on my own nerves. But I can't help it. Sitting still and listening was never my strong suit. Show me and then let me do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you didn't know, it turns I had to take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices-semi-serious-post.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Job B when they offered it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;to me because Job A called me with some bullshit about not being able to afford to hire new employees. I am pretty happy with Job B AKA New Employer at the moment. :-) I am glad Job A made my choice easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; I started monday which is why I have been MIA from twitter, blogging and facebook. Sorry about that, but the trainer frowns upon that while she tryin to teach some shit to us. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I learned......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;That my internal clock really needs to adjust to me working again. I am still awake after 1:30am.... and I can't keep that up beyond this week. 1:30am is bedtime. Or I'll be a zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I learned......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really am a huge technology geek. And Technology can be complicated. And fun as hell. And damn addictive (read: blackberry). By mid next week, I will be carrying around two (what I call) "rent-a-phones" from New Employer, plus my own cell. That is damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous!!&lt;/span&gt; But I don't care. I don't care if I need a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; purse to carry my phones. Not one bit. Cause this is fun as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7857623709506112599?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7857623709506112599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-learned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7857623709506112599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7857623709506112599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-learned.html' title='What I learned...'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3621848207587599298</id><published>2009-09-20T01:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:12:13.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Haters suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lately I have noticed that people leave the RUDEST comment on other blogs. I have never had a rude one, but since&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatschurch.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ginny came out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;they have been very mean on her blog. I just don't like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were mean before calling her a coward and other names for being anonymous and now- for some reason- even though they hate her blog even more- They STILL f&amp;amp;%$ing read it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP READING IT if you hate it so bad that you NEED to leave mean comments. Go find somewhere else to piss on. Why do you people think its OK to say things like::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"We get it! You hate pigeons! For each time you write about them I will&lt;br /&gt;not vote to save a child. Fair?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What? NO. MORON. Kids are way better than those rats with wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I hate you. And your hair is ugly, too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HUH? This must have been a 3rd grader. That's the lamest insult ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm finding myself bored with your blog....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? Then do us all a favor and GO AWAY LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few samples of morons.... I am just amazed how people act. Would you say that to her face or do you just have PC Balls?? (You know- you only have the balls to say it on the computer.) I think these people have empty loser lives and that's why they post mean things. I also think that they are truly cowards in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you right now. Mean spirited comments here- will be met with a big giant F&amp;amp;%$ YOU. And I won't censor that. If you don't like my blog- quit f&amp;amp;%$in reading it. AKA GO AWAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3621848207587599298?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3621848207587599298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/haters-suck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3621848207587599298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3621848207587599298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/haters-suck.html' title='Haters suck'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1032214984145113615</id><published>2009-09-10T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:34:57.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Open Letters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I've decided to sum up my recent adventures in the form of Open Letters to those that annoyed me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Ghetto Kennywood Mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;     Matching your underwear to your outfit is cute- except when EVERYONE can see your BLUE polka dot underwear thru your WHITE shorts. ( I tried really really hard to get a pic.) Also, the $30 you spent buying food at McDonald's for your 3 kids (to eat cold later and fight with you about it), you could have spent on HOT food at Kennywood. They probably would have fought with you less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Ghetto Kennywood Mom #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   Just cause my 2yr old kid doesn't stand quietly in a long ass line like your 8 yr old does, it doesn't give you the right to give me a dirty look when I send a text message. She isn't hurting anyone so, like I said: SHUT UP. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Kennywood Patron #1753 &amp;amp; #1754&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;   When we ALL stand in the food line for 25 f&amp;amp;%$ing minutes and you STILL cant decide between the 5 choices, get the HELL out of my way. Or I will stab you with my fork. 2 year olds don't have patience for 35 yr old idiots who want meal 1 with side from meal 3 and a the gravy from meal 4. This isnt f&amp;amp;%$ing Burger King, pick something and MOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Random Drivers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    USE YOUR TURN SIGNALS! They are on EVERY CAR. I am sick of dodging assholes who cut me off, turn unexpectedly at me or in front of me, or drive like grandma on Sunday in her Blue Boat Cadillac. This pisses me off so badly I was ready to start sporking people the other day. Stop driving like ASSHOLES!! I don't give a shit what state your from or what they do there. srsly. IN PA YOU FAIL your driver's test if you DON'T use the damn things. 10 years later the rules HAVE NOT CHANGED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dear Rude Ghetto Pedestrian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;    I know in PA you have the right of way. MOST of the time. However stepping out in a busy  street- NOT in a crosswalk-and SLOWLY meandering your way across the road will you pretend ALL cars are invisible is F&amp;amp;%$ING RUDE and STUPID. Someday, I hope a car runs your ignorant ass over when you do that. 4 times this has happened to me recently. I hate all 4 of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Angie (aka that ranting bitch) :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1032214984145113615?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1032214984145113615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letters.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1032214984145113615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1032214984145113615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letters.html' title='Open Letters....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1213201962685833657</id><published>2009-08-31T00:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:19:51.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Idiot Adventures In Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was at Sam's club the other day when I saw parking retardness at its best. (Yes, I made that word up, it's my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how *this* Handicapped space should be used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptYnYz9e2I/AAAAAAAAASY/-Jbl30RMkKM/s1600-h/Image005%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375988013895351138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptYnYz9e2I/AAAAAAAAASY/-Jbl30RMkKM/s320/Image005%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is How NOT to use it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptZA9MPisI/AAAAAAAAASg/q9OmcPT3Tmo/s1600-h/Image004%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375988453157604034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptZA9MPisI/AAAAAAAAASg/q9OmcPT3Tmo/s320/Image004%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The Buick on the right there with the door open? It was halfway out into the aisle. You could NOT drive around it. Realistically, there was plenty of room either side of the stupid Cavalier for that moron to park and not BLOCK the f&amp;amp;%$ing road. That's a van accessible space. It's f&amp;amp;%$ing HUGE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And to the driver of the Cavalier- HELLO if you couldn't see the f&amp;amp;%$ing lines then you shouldn't be driving. At least have enough brains to re-park your car when you realized just how bad you f&amp;amp;%$ed up that parking job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Then I spotted this gem of an idiot on the way out of Sam's Club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptbAg8KX1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SKrx9KxJ5WI/s1600-h/Image006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375990644597219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptbAg8KX1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SKrx9KxJ5WI/s320/Image006%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Right outside the exit door. There is a HUGE BAY on the right of this picture where this moron could have parked, instead of 10 feet from the exit where I almost walking into your f&amp;amp;%$ing car. If you needed and handicapped spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptbruBDhSI/AAAAAAAAASw/7cvsINvXlCQ/s1600-h/Image007%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375991386841777442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptbruBDhSI/AAAAAAAAASw/7cvsINvXlCQ/s320/Image007%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;SEE PLENTY OF SPOTS- just in the aisle we were parked in. And, as you can see the bay was empty too. I hate bad drivers. I hate idiot drivers. And finally, proof that they are everywhere and come in all ages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptcgTp6O-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/d8vJr85aHLA/s1600-h/Image015%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375992290298444770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptcgTp6O-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/d8vJr85aHLA/s320/Image015%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; This idiot was half on the regular driveway and half on the gravel extension. And he almost fell while getting out of his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1213201962685833657?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1213201962685833657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiot-adventures-in-parking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1213201962685833657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1213201962685833657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/idiot-adventures-in-parking.html' title='Idiot Adventures In Parking'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SptYnYz9e2I/AAAAAAAAASY/-Jbl30RMkKM/s72-c/Image005%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4299111629715608428</id><published>2009-08-28T21:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:10:54.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Choices..... (A semi serious post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So... I may have 2 possible choices ahead of me. I became unemployed back at the end of July.  The "Why" doesn't matter. But I may have 2 job offers on the table and I might have to choose between them. I am getting unemployment so I have a little luxury of not NEEDING an immediate job. But still needing one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The economy still generally sucks, all the 8-5 jobs are impossibly hard to find and since I lack a degree, I am generally screwed despite my ability and skills. The other thing that annoys me is that employers seem to want Harvard Quality Customer Service reps and only want to pay High School drop out prices. I had to turn down 1 offer and a couple interview requests simply because their base rate was absurdly low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously- Employers, when you look at my monster profile and my resume- that field called SALARY RANGE- its not a joke. I am not kidding. Don't call me with an offer $2-3 less than that. Please. And where it says type of work- I really mean FULL TIME and I really mean PERMANENT. Don't call me with a 3 month contract. If I wanted contract work, I would have selected that option. SRSLY. So, all that time I spent filling all that shit out on monster, why don't you take 5 freaking minutes to READ IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Job A is a lock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I may have to work nights -till 11pm in downtown and at least 1 day every weekend. Job A is not being forth coming about my schedule, or other benefits because I have to go thru a STUPID temp agency to get it. Its a pay cut. I'd still have to pay for a $75 bus pass, worry about bus schedule and fare changes, the fact that it takes an hour to get to and from town on a bus when I live in freaking Brookline. Let's not forget $400 for cobra insurance for at least 90 days. If I take Job A, I could move up to a daylight shift, but possibly still have to work weekends and holidays. Who knows how long it would take to achieve the pay rate I had previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I interviewed for Job B today, and I go back Monday for interview 3. IF, IF I am offered Job B, I have a choice I have to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Job B is still a maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Job B is not even in an industry that I have worked in before. Job B told me I would sure as hell be working nights till 11. I would probably start off on weekends too. I would surely work holidays. But then they followed it up with this: Health ins immediately, pay is starting at almost the exact same rate I had, 2 weeks vacation after 6 months, annual raises &amp;amp; performance bonuses, shift differentials and growth opportunities. The down side is I have a 2 yr old and working nights for a year would suck. But seniority shift bidding means I could eventually get off the night shift. I hope. They are also in Cranberry, about 45 min away with no traffic, with traffic probably an hour. No bus pass here, but more in gas. It was suggested I may find someone nearby to car pool with after training. It would also not be $400 a month to insure my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Job A &amp;amp; B both have good and bad points. If I have to chose between them, I am going to have to figure out what trade offs I can live with. Of course if Job B declines to offer me a position, this is all moot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4299111629715608428?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4299111629715608428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices-semi-serious-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4299111629715608428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4299111629715608428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices-semi-serious-post.html' title='Choices..... (A semi serious post)'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1705103019574798211</id><published>2009-08-22T01:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T03:01:35.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Retire? Who said I was retiring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So Mr. "I need a dictionary to learn the meaning of RETIRE" played his first game. Let's look and see how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090822/ap_on_sp_fo_ga_su/fbn_chiefs_vikings_3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off-target Favre debuts for Vikes, who beat Chiefs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Cheered loudly by the same fans who used to loathe him when he played for&lt;br /&gt;Green Bay, Favre played two series and went 1 for 4 for a whopping 4 yards. He&lt;br /&gt;moved around all right and his passes had zip, just no direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, when you FAKE retire for the last 3 years so you can miss TRAINING CAMP, that tends to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;His first pass was off target.... Favre was off the mark twice more on the next&lt;br /&gt;possession, misfiring toward Jaymar Johnson after an apparent route&lt;br /&gt;miscommunication and then chucking one out of everyone's reach on the pressure&lt;br /&gt;by Mays. The holder of every major NFL career passing record knows this version&lt;br /&gt;of the West Coast offense well, but it will take the Vikings time to get in a&lt;br /&gt;groove with the new guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really? Well Training camp helps with that shit too. How many weeks will you suck while all your new team mates were busting ass in training camp, Hmmm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW:: Pronounce your name right for goodness sake its not FAR-ve. What language pronounces a letter BEFORE it appears in the word? Tell me please. Cause until I get a reasonable explanation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its FAV-re.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1705103019574798211?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1705103019574798211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/retire-who-said-i-was-retiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1705103019574798211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1705103019574798211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/retire-who-said-i-was-retiring.html' title='Retire? Who said I was retiring?'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3535587110041166886</id><published>2009-08-21T01:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:05:50.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>What the Hell...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This is all totally random shit today... Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this gem of a comment on someones facebook status today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"wat ur landlord do to u"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OK. WHAT? Lets dissect this stupidness. First, you can write out the WHOLE word "landlord," But the H in "what" was too much of a f&amp;amp;%$ing stretch to type out? I can almost live with the "u" and some other minor text slang, like srsly... but I have seen "wat" in text messages, facebook status and twitter. And I just want to punch someone in the head every.single.time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"....Dont keep them in the dark, until something else cums along... i dnt care wat the history is. if its ova, its ova leave it be....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;See???!!! AAAHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It's in a facebook status that can be long as hell!!! There is the f&amp;amp;%$ing "wat" again!! "Cums"? Really? Was that easier than "Comes" 1 extra letter an 1 correct letter was too much? I can't even get started on the "ova" or my brain might explode. It's "OVER" damn it!!! O.V.E.R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On to Strange Sightings... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In case you can't tell... There is 10 speed bike on TOP of this 10 foot high Hummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/So4ureMf4SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hkQ_n1i_TZk/s1600-h/Image012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372282729874317602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/So4ureMf4SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hkQ_n1i_TZk/s320/Image012%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Was there NO room left inside for the f&amp;amp;%$ing bike after you put the ladder inside it that you needed to get the bike ON TOP of the hummer? SRSLY!!! H1's seat what? 14? You really could not get it in there? It's a damn Ladies 10 speed! Not even a mountain bike! Jez. You could put a quad in the back and still have room to put the bike inside. I know there wasn't 14 people in that stupid thing cause there would be more than ONE bike on top of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The winner of the Dumbass Criminal of the Month goes to this MORON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(Thank you MSNBC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32397411/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FBI: Man gives teller ID before robbing bank&lt;br /&gt;Thief in Alaska asks for his balance, then demands cash and flees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ANCHORAGE, Alaska - A 34-year-old man [Jarell Paul Arnold of Anchorage] is&lt;br /&gt;in custody after authorities say he gave a teller his account number and showed&lt;br /&gt;her his picture ID before robbing an Anchorage bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I seriously can't make this shit up. What a moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3535587110041166886?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3535587110041166886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3535587110041166886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3535587110041166886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell...???'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/So4ureMf4SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hkQ_n1i_TZk/s72-c/Image012%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5171978121640706082</id><published>2009-08-17T01:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:12:05.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>Stubborn 2yr olds....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, Saturday I was invited to a little thing at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theburghbaby.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BurghBaby's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Awesome new house. Yes, it is totally awesome. I baked some fresh zucchini bread, and after the kid took a nap, we (husband, kid and I) ventured out to her new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I confess I was nervous. These were mostly (I think) people I talk to on twitter, and I had never met anyone of them face to face. And I was bringing the Mistress of Destruction with me. Yeah. Nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If adorable Alexis ever had a polar opposite - it was Julia on Saturday. Alexis seemed shy from all the people and kids. Julia, however, did not care. she dived right in to the play room with several other kids since we were the last to arrive. Tim settled in to keep an eye on her in the play room while I tried socialize. Its a little like being the new kid, striking up the conversation is the hardest part. I ventured downstairs and helped with peeling pizza dough off the wax paper (I held) and made small talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Not long after Julia came bursting out of the back door, my husband sends me a text "I cant find our kid" LOL. She played "park" and (sorta) with other kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I know her. She finds trouble. It should be her middle name. My mom called me once to check on the splinter from hell situation, and i jinxed it all by saying julia was being pretty good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I shadowed her the rest of the evening worried she would do something awful to BurghBaby's awesome house. Once she tried to go wandering around their 2nd floor. She climbed onto a water table (no water) and stuck her head through the kids sized basketball hoop. Twice. I am pretty sure she is partly responsible for the bomb that went off in the playroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The 2 worst moments of the evening went like this-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moment # 1 was when she spotted the trampoline in the next yard. I had to chase after her and retrieve her from the damn thing. Immediately she brought out the child psych warfare. (It worked on her daddy in the dr's office once and this was the 3rd time recently she did this to me.) Julia began screaming stuff like: "ouch, it hurts, your hurting me" etc and crying. Loudly. All I was doing was herding her up the damn hill side. :-( I don't even want to think everyone there thought I was hurting her. But I pleaded silently for her to just go back to the party and she eventually did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Later she discovered the trike in the basement and by the time I convinced her to come upstairs, everyone but 1 person had left. (of course) Finally at 9 came the 2nd moment. I had to make her leave. She wanted to be Alexis's new best friend and I don't think Alexis was feeling that at 9pm. I forewarned everyone still there. I knew what she would do. There is NOTHING I can do to stop it, but be MORE stubborn than her. (Just like the going to sleep in her bed thing. I won that round tonight, but that is another post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Moment # 2 was when I forced her to leave. Practically tackling her, and picking her up and she screamed and cried right up to with in inches of the front door. I let her open the door. Then she left normally and we got in the car with out further incident. How is it, that ALL the other kids left with out a fight and my kid has to make a SCENE!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, I am truly sorry for my little terrorist. I hope that I'll be invited back again despite my crazy ass kid. Next time, I'll wear a name tag that says "My twitter name is rantpittsburgh" on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5171978121640706082?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5171978121640706082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/stubborn-2yr-olds.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5171978121640706082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5171978121640706082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/stubborn-2yr-olds.html' title='Stubborn 2yr olds....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3664158470628532061</id><published>2009-08-15T16:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:30:31.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Songs (and singers) That Piss Me Off: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I did it again, I listened to the stupid radio today. And some shit pissed me off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Katy Perry. I hate your "I kissed a girl" song (because little girls were singing it and should not have been) and I hate your "Vegas" song(cause i heard how bad you sound singing it live). I have heard it 4 times today while making zucchini bread (B94, HELLO? your play list needs to be BIGGER) and I have *hated* it all 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Any song with the words "disco stick" Really Lady Gaga? Was that the BEST dick metaphor you could come up with? My sister wants to spork you in the eye every time she hears one of your songs. BTW- your outfits are stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Any song that the singer's voice is synthesized through the *whole* song. What that says to me is that your singing is SO BAD that the only way it can be marketable is by completely changing it. Remixing won't even help your sorry ass like it does Brittany and Katy. American Idol contestants that were in the top 24, sing better than you. Yes, better than Brittany and Katy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Any song called "Parton Tequila" with words like are "Imma have you drunk and throwing up..." or "Who wanna get fucked up" You know what ladies? It's called Alcoholics Anonymous. TRY IT. Sobering up will really go a long way towards helping you think of MORE WORDS and REAL SENTENCES. All that song is really about is how you ended up in a girls gone wild video or in web porn doing [insert vulgar terminology here]. I don't care how pretty your are, when you sing that song - you are all LOSERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Everyone make note of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3664158470628532061?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3664158470628532061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-and-singers-that-piss-me-off-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3664158470628532061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3664158470628532061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/songs-and-singers-that-piss-me-off-part.html' title='Songs (and singers) That Piss Me Off: Part 2'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4639595834733490013</id><published>2009-08-13T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:54:25.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steelers'/><title type='text'>Football? Where? Where!!!!????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, now that I have been in a sports withdrawal sine the Pens won the Cup,  (that's right pirates- minor league baseball DOESN'T count) I am excited to start football!!! Go Steelers!!! I am pulling out the Steeler purse i bought last year, cycling in the Steeler charm to give the Pens charm a rest, (tomorrow hopefully) trekking to Target for Steeler Clothing for Julia (she out grew everything we had here) before the game starts.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. I am well aware it is technically Thursday already (WOOO) But in my calendar, its not Thursday till I go to bed for the night and wake up in the morning. So, there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a huge Steeler Fan, but I don't start hard core following until the first preseason game. Why? Well cause nothing in training camp really matters. Its all about what you do ON THE FIELD. That's when it counts. If we play a shitty game this season, expect to see a rant about it here. I love my team, but I'll tell them when they are being stupid even if nobody reads it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not like the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/news/homepage/20090812_TARGETS_OF_CRITICISM.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASSHOLES in Philly who make up bullshit stories about "shooting parties." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was 3 years ago!! I have seen all the original pics. Philly Newspapers need to learn to actually CHECK their facts first. Whatever. It all really comes down to one thing though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Eagles SUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many Superbowl Trophy's do you have, huh? How many have the City of Losers won? I cant f&amp;amp;%$ing HEAR you? Oh that's Right!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;0 NONE ZIP NADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Shut the hell up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4639595834733490013?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4639595834733490013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/football-where-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4639595834733490013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4639595834733490013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/football-where-where.html' title='Football? Where? Where!!!!????'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8186500956944678489</id><published>2009-08-10T12:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:53:59.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Gamblers are so dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, I am watching KDKA NOON news today and the casino reporter says ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"We tried to interview people for our story and they kept hiding from us. When we were finally able to ask them why, they said they called off work  and were avoiding their bosses!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HELLO! Dumb asses!! The CASINO IS OPEN 24 F&amp;amp;%$ING HOURS A DAY. You can go AFTER WORK. It will still be there. I know what a f&amp;amp;%$ing concept- going somewhere after work. I never gamble (losing money pisses me off since i don't have money to piss away like it's nothing.) and even I know its open 24 hours. Have you never seen the show Las Vegas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I hope you don't win a f&amp;amp;%$in thing for being that dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And for the people who did interview. Listen, If you don't like the machine cause its newer than the "ones at the meadows...." Then GET OFF YOUR ASS and drive to the meadows and play. Quit bitching about how your losing all your money and you don't like the machines if your going to keep dumping money IN THE damn machine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BTW, The purpose of a casino is to TAKE YOUR MONEY. Not for you to win it all. Don't forget that. Sometimes you'll win, but odds are, most of the time you will LOSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8186500956944678489?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8186500956944678489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/gamblers-are-so-dumb.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8186500956944678489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8186500956944678489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/gamblers-are-so-dumb.html' title='Gamblers are so dumb'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7402826617534908720</id><published>2009-08-08T00:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:22:32.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>The Pirates are sooooo bad that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The pirates are sooooo bad that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/baseball/2009-08-07-fan-cards-pirates_N.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A fan tried to off himself at the game when it became clear he wasn't at a PROFESSIONAL Baseball game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OK. So, that's not the USA Today real headline. But it should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The ball did not strike him, but the fan lost his balance as he leaned far over the railing — which is about 3 feet high — and he landed face-first onto the mostly clay track that rings the field. Trainers for both teams immediately rushed to help before several doctors were summoned. The fan, who appeared to be in his 50s but was not immediately identified, was conscious and responsive while being taken off the field on a stretcher, according to the Pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah, Fan, you keep telling that story. We, in Pittsburgh, ALL know this headline is the real reason you took that dive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/09219/989275-63.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates' fundamentals 'embarrassing' in defeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Here is, perhaps, the most frightening part for these Pirates: The season does not end until the fourth of October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And, if they do not improve quickly -- and dramatically -- on their abysmal showing in the 11-6, 12-inning loss to Arizona last night before 17,311 audibly groaning fans at PNC Park, that will feel more like two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Embarrassing," one everyday player called it, among a few other choice words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hell yeah it is. But when you've nothing left but Farm Team talent, what does everyone expect. They are taking SUCK to a new level I have never witnessed before. SRSLY. I am thinking that Andrew McCutchen will be traded next year. We cant have that kind of good talent on our Farm Team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I want to blog about other stuff. I really have been looking. But I am haunted by the Pirate Suck going on. There is just nothing out there i can flip out about. Steelers are starting, but all that rant is Jane Pitt's territory. She does it best. Oh well. Pirtate Bitching continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, I F*&amp;amp;%ing HATE The PBC Management. You Suck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7402826617534908720?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7402826617534908720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/pirates-are-sooooo-bad-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7402826617534908720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7402826617534908720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/pirates-are-sooooo-bad-that.html' title='The Pirates are sooooo bad that...'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2824200021756197129</id><published>2009-08-07T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:48:58.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Sorry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I wanted to say sorry to all my faithful 30-some readers. I just haven't had it in me recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I had unexpected upheaval in my work life that left me with out a job and very necessary health insurance. (BTW- F*&amp;amp;% You Former Employer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My kid went temporarily insane for 2 weeks, probably due to my stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I had to rewrite my resume. twice. (thank you to my bestest friend for helping me the 2nd time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I had to look for a new job with my temporarily insane kid practically attached to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*sigh* Rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, the good news, I quickly found a job that starts in Sept (it sucks that its a pay cut but it is a hell of alot better than NO job), turns out Obama made my cobra premiums for insurance affordable, and my kid has mostly stopped acting insane. Mostly. I still have to make it through this month, and I will. So, I am going to hit MSNBC next and see if there is any good shit to make fun of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Let's face it. You guys miss the funny shit right? I thought so. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2824200021756197129?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2824200021756197129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2824200021756197129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2824200021756197129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry....'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2045303024329291640</id><published>2009-07-29T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:10:31.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>Minor League Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.post-gazette.com/blogs/bobsmizik/archive/2009/07/29/no-surprise-wilson-snell-gone.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob Smizik's Blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;on the pg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The deal marks Huntington’s continuing demolition of the Pirates, and that’s&lt;br /&gt;also no surprise. Since becoming general manager in September, 2007, Huntington&lt;br /&gt;has traded every position-player starter except second baseman Freddy Sanchez,&lt;br /&gt;who could be dealt at any minute. That list includes Ronny Paulino over Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Doumit as catcher. When Huntington was named, Paulino, not Doumit, was&lt;br /&gt;considered the starter. Other starters traded by Huntington are outfielders&lt;br /&gt;Jason Bay, Xavier Nady and Nate McLouth, first baseman Adam LaRoche and third baseman Jose Bautista.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Note: Sanchez is gone, Traded to the Giants only hours after Bob posted and days after the Pirate  Management claimed to the PG that they weren't trading Wilson and Sanchez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Other note: Good for you Jack Wilson. I am glad you got out of the loser's hell hole created by management so that we can lose for "3-4 more years" while they "build" the cheapest team that they can and still profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On the bright side, I don't have to hold up my bet with PittGirl/Jane Pitt and write an "i love pirates" post since they will never be above .500 ball this season. Or next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2045303024329291640?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2045303024329291640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/minor-league-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2045303024329291640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2045303024329291640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/minor-league-baseball.html' title='Minor League Baseball'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-43580390555135772</id><published>2009-07-25T11:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:29:57.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Songs that Piss me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;After spending the morning listening to the radio, (something I NEVER do) I have compiled a list of songs B94 plays that get on my last nerve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any song with the words "do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips." I want to spork the singer immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any song where the female lead sings about being so good "in bed" that every guy wants to "do" her. I want to tell her to shut the hell up and quit being  slut.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any song that comprises of 3 single line verses repeated over and over, usually all about getting laid.  Come on! Are you that devoid of creativity? Loser. I wouldn't "do" you if you were the last man on earth because I wouldn't want the rebirth of mankind to be saddled with your stupidity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost every Katy Perry song that I hear. And BTW Katy, you Sucked on American Idol so bad that you would have never made the top 12. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh DVE? Your in this too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any song that is more than 6 months old is not NEW anymore. So quit playing that god-awful Metallica song and calling it "New." It's not f&amp;amp;%$ing new any more and the end of that song pisses me off because it doesn't go with the REST of the damn song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, leave the Taylor Swift songs alone! They sound STUPID with a pop beat replacing the original music. You can tell its not the original recording track that she sang too and it drives me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-43580390555135772?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/43580390555135772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-that-piss-me-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/43580390555135772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/43580390555135772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-that-piss-me-off.html' title='Songs that Piss me off'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5880732136923582037</id><published>2009-07-20T01:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:57:55.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>Pirates Ball Club of SUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smizik's blog said this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.post-gazette.com/blogs/bobsmizik/archive/2009/07/20/has-jack-wilson-lost-his-mind.aspx"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has Jack Wilson lost his mind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If Jack Wilson is serious in his rejection of a Pirates contract offer that would pay him $8 million for two seasons, he’s either taken leave of his senses or was being somewhat dishonest when he maintained through all the trade rumors that he wanted to remain with the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Wilson will not get that kind of offer in free agency. He might not come close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ah, NO, Bob. He is just following my advice from this post: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pirate-bullshit.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More Pirate Bullshit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I told him to get out of loserville cause anything has to be better than losing all the fucking time. (yes f-bomb is intentional) I am sure his agent knows where he can get his player signed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And really, Bob- "dishonest" should be applied to Pirate Management when they claim to want to put a winning team on the field. Now there is a bunch of lying bastards. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Because they really low balled Sanchez and sorta low balled Wilson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It looks almost certain the Pirates will be without Sanchez next season and possibly without Wilson. Although there are no players in the Pirates farm system ready to replace them, on his Sunday radio show general manager Neal Huntington said he felt confident at least adequate replacement could be found and stated the money saved could be used to bolster other positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HA, that's the funniest shit I have heard all week! Bolster, my ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postgazette.com/pg/09201/985063-63.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates pull offers to Wilson, Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;Huntington cites lack of counter-offers; Wilson says none were sought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Huntington pointed to the lack of counter-offers as pivotal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Typically, in a negotiation, you get a counter-offer. That's how conversations continue. We've not gotten that to this point. We felt pretty strongly that our structure was in place but that we were open to some adjustments off it. Not huge differences in years or dollars. But if there was something that added value to the player, we're open to that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Odle and Cobbe declined comment, as did Sanchez. But Wilson responded, solely on the topic of counter-offers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Answer me this: How can we respond with counter-offers when we were told that those were take-it-or-leave-it offers?" Wilson said. "How do you counter that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The Pirates' terminology in issuing the offers, according to multiple sources, was "best-shot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Again. I am not shocked. I think Wilson should find a team that wants to win, and go there. The Pirates have no desire to win or spend money. And despite what Neal said in his radio show- I totally believe the contract offers were a PR stunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09201/985060-63.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirates Notebook: Snell denies he prefers minors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No, he prefers WINNING. I think that they are winning in the Minors right? Why go back to loserville and watch everyone one you know get fuckin traded away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09199/984798-53.stm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing seasons don't deter Pirates faithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"And if the yinzers, and that is what they are, if the yinzers who aren't coming now start coming to games when the Pirates win, they are hypocrite bandwagoners," Nemanic said. "That's what happened with the Penguins. They couldn't get anyone to go to games five years ago, they started winning and, all of a sudden, everyone is a fan. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;"That is why we are here now. That is why the people who are here now are true fans."&lt;br /&gt;That "true fans," as Nemanic calls them, are still coming out to the ballpark even through all the losing isn't lost on management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I partially disagree with this. You might think your "true fans" but all you do its prove to management that they can trash your team line up over an over and they will still make a profit. And while the Pens games weren't sellouts when they struggled - people were still going.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"One of the best things we have going for us is the passion of these fans; it is something that drives us," Huntington said. "We are working to build a winner because these people deserve it. If you cheer for a team as passionately as these people have, and you lose for 16-going-on-17 years, I absolutely understand their frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh, I want to spork him. Liar. Oh for the record:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because what so many in the fan base see as the first item on the to-do list -- finishing at least at .500 -- Huntington doesn't acknowledge as a goal.&lt;br /&gt;"Eighty-one wins is meaningless," he said. "It is a step in the process, but that is not where we are ultimately headed. We have larger  objectives. We just ask that people remain patient with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There you have it, "Larger objectives" should be replaced with "money to make from the profit of these idiots who still come to games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Asshole is the word I'm thinking of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5880732136923582037?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5880732136923582037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirates-ball-club-of-suck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5880732136923582037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5880732136923582037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirates-ball-club-of-suck.html' title='Pirates Ball Club of SUCK'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1814272378636265183</id><published>2009-07-15T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:39:20.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Random Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;First on the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I have up and moved AGAIN at work. I am no longer on cast away island, surrounded by a sea of empty cubes and sometimes, darkness when a light burns out. I have now been promoted to sitting with the "cool kids" aka a daylight shift team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss my old team. But I rarely saw them since they were all night and late afternoon shift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently my new seat is in the vortex of 2 AC vents. It is FREEZING at my desk. ALL the time. I have a blanket and a jacket on. It's 80 outside! So, it either needs to get hotter outside, or they need to turn the AC down a bit. I imagine I'll be using my blanket all the time. The other down side to sitting with people during the day is that when I talk to myself, they look at me funny. HEY- I was alone over on the island, cut me some slack. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd...  Here is my  "DUH?!" Headline of the day From MSNBC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31852963/ns/health-behavior/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stub your toe? Say ‘Sh#!’ You’ll feel better&lt;br /&gt;Shouting swear words has a powerful pain-killing effect, study shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I could have told you that! I used to be the curse queen, I still am to some extent- with a 2 year old i have to be more inventive. (Fraktard, anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a quote from the article that I did find interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The researchers originally thought that swearing would make pain worse by focusing a person’s attention on the injury and its implications. To prove their hypothesis, they set up an experiment with 67 college students. &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;The students were asked to plunge their hands into frigid 41-degree Fahrenheit water for as long as they could stand the pain. Half were told to repeat their favorite curse word while their hands were submerged. The other half were asked to repeat a neutral word describing a table, such as solid or brown, while keeping their hands under water. Then the whole experiment was repeated with the two groups switching types of word. (Favorite swear words were, as you might guess, the ones starting with "F" and "S." But since the subjects were British, the researchers also got an earful of "bollocks.") &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;To the researchers’ surprise, the cursing group not only reported lower levels of pain, but also were able to keep their hands in the icy water longer. The men in the study, for example, were able to keep their hands in the water for an average of 190 seconds while swearing, but for only 140 seconds when uttering a neutral word.&lt;/p&gt;The difference was even more pronounced in women. While men’s pain scores dropped by a point when they cussed, the women’s dropped by almost two full points.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And a story that I think foreclosed home buyers should read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31901354/ns/us_news-the_new_york_times/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Meth lab home problem’ sickens new owners&lt;br /&gt;Houses with a criminal past are causing serious illnesses and financial ruin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;WINCHESTER, Tenn. - The spacious home where the newly wed Rhonda and Jason Holt began their family in 2005 was plagued by mysterious illnesses. The Holts’ three babies were ghostlike and listless, with breathing problems that called for respirators, repeated trips to the emergency room and, for the middle child, Anna, the heaviest dose of steroids a toddler can take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;Ms. Holt, a nurse, developed migraines. She and her husband, a factory worker, had kidney ailments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;It was not until February, more than five years after they moved in, that the couple discovered the root of their troubles: their house, across the road from a cornfield in this town some 70 miles south of Nashville, was contaminated with high levels of methamphetamine left by the previous occupant, who had been dragged from the attic by the police.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My only question is why it took 5 years to figure out it was the house. Don't these people watch TV? One of the first things House M.D. does, is send his people to check the living areas for environmental causes.... sheesh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1814272378636265183?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1814272378636265183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1814272378636265183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1814272378636265183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-shit.html' title='Random Shit'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7185939822955718596</id><published>2009-07-10T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:54:49.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>A Piggy Colony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, I can't figure out how to rotate this stupid image from where I am. I didn't think my post made it to blogger last night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a colony of Piggies that I found at the Rite Aid down the street from my house a couple weeks ago. I actually forgot the pic was in my phone until last night. I bought an extra one and tucked it in my drawer. Insurance. I don't want another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/open-heart-insert-knife.html"&gt;Piggy incident. EVER. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SlbkEGMBq3I/AAAAAAAAARw/3wTG6JDiyb8/s400/Image000-764791.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SlbkEGMBq3I/AAAAAAAAARw/3wTG6JDiyb8/s400/Image000-764791.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7185939822955718596?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7185939822955718596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-click-and-choose-save-picture-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7185939822955718596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7185939822955718596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/right-click-and-choose-save-picture-as.html' title='A Piggy Colony'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SlbkEGMBq3I/AAAAAAAAARw/3wTG6JDiyb8/s72-c/Image000-764791.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-4957686398836727978</id><published>2009-07-09T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:48:47.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>Things That Piss Me Off: I'm Bitchy Today Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;Its a full moon and the crazy is out. I will admit I am a little crazy myself. (Hello? I made the bed at 230 am so I could sleep in it.) But I am also a whole lot of pissed off at stupid people and stupid shit. Here is a brief list of things that are pissing me off today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who send emails with out subjects. I **hate** that. It takes 10 seconds to put something in there for goodness sake. Especially at work. When I have to search emails and i have a bunch with no subject, I want to scream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;AOL and the idiot customer base that they enable to sign on the the web. I shouldn't have to explain that ".com" is an important part of the website address. If i have to explain that- you should not be allowed to access the web and AOL should be punished for letting you dial in, in the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iraq. You wanted us to start pulling out of the country. So, we finally start and what do you idiots do? You start blowing yourselves up again. WTF! STOP IT!! Its like grounding siblings for fighting and the minute they are ungrounded- they start brawling again. You can't have it both ways Iraq! We can't be there and not be there. Get your shit together and figure out how to stop being a whiny bitch and start policing your terrorists! Maybe its the 10,000 degree heat that makes you act retarded... I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Headset. I hate it. I hate that the cord gets in my way. I hate that it pulls my hair, tangles it, frizzes it out. I can't stand having this thing attached to my damn head all the time. I want a wireless one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirate Management. I saved the best for last. Having so far traded away what they could- they are trading away another player. Why? Because he is good enough to be on the All Star Team. What management is really doing is trying to field the best Minor League team they can for as little money as possible. You morons prove me right over and over again and i hate you for it. In fact, I think people should boycott a game as protest. Just 1 game where not a single person goes would be nice. Don't buy tickets. Don't go. If only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-4957686398836727978?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/4957686398836727978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-piss-me-off-im-bitchy-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4957686398836727978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/4957686398836727978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-that-piss-me-off-im-bitchy-today.html' title='Things That Piss Me Off: I&apos;m Bitchy Today Edition'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8618888459841768088</id><published>2009-07-07T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:06:13.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>iPhone killer? Shut up already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a regular follower of cell phone news. Partly because it helps me with work and partly (read:mostly) cell phones fascinate me. Ever since I got teased about my Nokia Luv a couple years back with my admittedly ghetto phone at the time, I have made it a point to start following the industry. When I needed to know more about phones for work- my obsession blew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I follow 7-8 website sites now to keep track of reviews, what is new, what sucks... You get the point. Well one thing I am getting extremely tired of seeing is this term: "iphone killer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Phones called possible "iphone killers" in the recent past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nokia 5800 music express &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;BB Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;LG Viewty (come on LG- that is such a stupid name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nokia N97 (with out an official US carrier- no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;HTC Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Palm pre (jury is still out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Toshiba TG01 (this is their 1st cell and it's not released yet, I don't see it killing anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The latest? LG's new Chocolate/Prada has been assigned the designation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;There is no such device. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It will never exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing has killed the iPod, nothing is going to kill the iPhone. This is a special brand of people, they put up with At&amp;amp;t's shitty service, overpriced rates and other bullshit just for that stupid phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To be an iPhone Killer. You have to do EVERYTHING better than Apple. That is just not possible. People are brand oriented. Apple is coolness. Coolness simply happens. You can't fight coolness. You can't DO coolness better than Apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So shut up already with the iphone killer shit. Quit being delusional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8618888459841768088?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8618888459841768088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/iphone-killer-shut-up-already.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8618888459841768088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8618888459841768088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/iphone-killer-shut-up-already.html' title='iPhone killer? Shut up already!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-671642992522885078</id><published>2009-07-03T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:32:33.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Dear Twitter, I'm Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is right. I said I was sorry to twitter. I discovered a program on facebook called Selective Twitter. And I made some friends on twitter too. (That helps.) I am firmly in the "twitter is cool" camp now. Don't judge me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I wrote about twitter here: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/03/odds-and-ends.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Odds N Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I didn't really understand it. My problem was I was trying to use it the way it was presented. "What are you doing?" That, I learned is the stoopid way. Now, I am a twitter fan girl, but I am not a power user like some of the people I follow who use hash tags, post pics, and such. I use twitter like AIM/YAHOO IM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk to my new friends. I post my blog links. I rant (when I can, and believe me that takes some thought and creativity when you only have 140 characters). I give advice. I cheer for my team.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait for football season now. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hook. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got me twitter. :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-671642992522885078?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/671642992522885078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-twitter-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/671642992522885078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/671642992522885078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-twitter-im-sorry.html' title='Dear Twitter, I&apos;m Sorry.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-5756217490400647621</id><published>2009-07-03T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:22:21.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>A WTF Kind of Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;What the F*&amp;amp;% is wrong with people? These are recent headline that have made me sick and made me wish could assassinate these sick, twisted, freaks. Crimes against children upset me more than anything. especially since I have a 2 1/2 year old now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From MSNBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31724753" title="Police: Volunteer Firefighter Pretended To Be Woman, Sexted 12-Year-Old"&gt;Police: Volunteer Firefighter Pretended To Be Woman, Sexted 12-Year-Old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;State police say at first, 32-year-old Mickey Ashbaugh, of Smithton, (PA) pretended to be an 18-year-old woman when he first made contact with the Armstrong County victim in early June.&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;When the girl's mother later found the messages, she gave the phone to investigators.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;According to police reports, investigators continued texting Ashbaugh, who still believed he was talking to the victim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;Police said Ashbaugh then admitted to being a man, saying he was 22, and asked to meet the victim for sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course Mom took the phone to the cops. And thats how he got busted.  But seriously? Your 32. she is 12!!! WTF?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you find a girl your own age? Come on! LOSER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From the PG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09184/981594-455.stm"&gt;Johnstown man admits raping girl, 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;EBENSBURG, Pa. -- A man faces up to 40 years in prison for twice raping a 6-year-old girl in his home, holding a pillow over her face when she cried and then forcing her to bathe to get rid of evidence of the attacks.  &lt;p&gt;But Cambria County prosecutors say they found DNA evidence that nonetheless linked 45-year-old John Snyder, of Johnstown, to the rapes in October. That's because bed sheets that Mr. Snyder threw over a river wall were found and recovered by police.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Prosecutors say Mr. Snyder led the girl from a friend's home to his residence where he attacked her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mr. Snyder pleaded guilty yesterday. He remains jailed until he's sentenced Sept. 30. Prosecutors hope to have him classified as a violent predator, which means he'd have to tell police where he lived for the rest of his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;6 YEARS OLD. Damn it! OMG! I want to say every curse word I know, and make up a few, as I remove any possibility of this monster ever doing this again. 6! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;From MSNBC: I'll summarize in quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="tsmRemainingLinkHeadline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31722986/ns/today_people/"&gt;Ruling disappoints MySpace victim’s mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina Meier had hoped to see her neighbor and former friend, Lori Drew, go to prison for her role in the online hoax that caused Meier's 13-year-old daughter, Megan, to end her life. But even though a judge is throwing out Drew's conviction, Meier believes Drew didn't get away with anything.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“I wouldn’t want to be in Lori Drew’s shoes and live her life. I think she’s already basically living a life conviction right now,” Meier said Friday on TODAY....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Meier’s daughter, who had suffered from attention deficit disorder and depression, committed suicide by hanging herself in her suburban St. Louis bedroom in 2006 after a boy she had met on the MySpace social networking site told her “the world would be a better place without you.” &lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The boy, “Josh Evans,” and his MySpace page had been created by Drew as a way to find out if Megan was spreading rumors about Drew’s daughter, Sarah, who had once been Megan’s friend. After befriending Megan, who became infatuated with the boy, “Josh” turned on her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last message Megan typed to “Josh” was: “You are the kind of boy a girl would kill herself over.”.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here comes the part that pisses me off. It was 2 adults: Ms Grills, Ms Drew and Ms Drew's 13 year old daughter who cooked this up over possible rumors. As the MOTHER, Ms. Drew should have been the ADULT PARENT and told her daughter to talk to Megan about the perceived problem. Honestly at 13, we are all hormonally unstable which is WHY we have parents who are supposed to help us. Instead they created a fake boy to build up an online relationship with Megan, tell her that he loved her and then break up with her by saying :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the world would be a better place without you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ADULTS did that. People who should f*&amp;amp;%ing KNOW BETTER! OH- It gets better:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Drew issued a statement through her attorney that read: "In my view, it was proper that this case was dismissed, primarily because I simply did not do what the U.S. Attorney in Los Angeles accused me of doing. All members of my family share the Meier's grief in dealing with the loss of Megan. I hope Judge Wu's decision today will be a turning point for all families involved in returning to a more-normal life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Notice the LACK of remorse? None. She doesn't think that she did anything wrong at all. And to suggest everyone get back to Normal? This is not a broken leg, Megan is dead. Megan's Mom will NEVER be normal!! 2006 was a different time. I am sure she wishes she had know about My Space, but it was still new and most parents of 13 yr olds had/have no experience with this problem since the term cyberbullies was unheard of until this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Meier, who said she has not decided whether to pursue a civil suit against Drew, said the statement did not constitute an apology and was woefully inadequate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;“Her making the statement that she shares my grief – absolutely not. She can’t even come close to it,” Meier told Morales. “Lori Drew did play a role in it. Bottom line is: for all families to be able to return to normalcy, that’s impossible. The children and people in their families who are dealing with &lt;/span&gt;cyber&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-bullying issues – you cannot return to normalcy just because of this case.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I say file a civil suit against both Grills and Drew. These 2 women are horrible people. I have no hope that Drew's daughter will have any morals or conscience when she grows up since her mother appears to not have either of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-5756217490400647621?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/5756217490400647621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-kind-of-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5756217490400647621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/5756217490400647621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-kind-of-afternoon.html' title='A WTF Kind of Afternoon.'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-8720756903827386356</id><published>2009-07-02T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:24:42.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>More Pirate Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I wasn't intending another Pirate post so soon, but a news piece in the PG this morning set me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09183/981298-63.stm"&gt;Wilson apologizes for remarks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pirates shortstop &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jack Wilson&lt;/strong&gt; did an about-face yesterday -- and he insists no one urged him to do it. Rather, he dug down deep within himself and &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; an apology was what he should deliver.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tuesday, in the wake of the latest round of trades made by the organization, Wilson was critical and, among other harsh things about management, he said he was "beyond, beyond tired" of such moves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jack, listen to me. You have NOTHING to apologize for. In fact, I want you to go to your agent and ask to be traded. You deserve a better team, better management. Your loyalty to such a piece of SHIT organization should be rewarded with a ticket out of the hell hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-size: larger;" href="http://search.post-gazette.com/redir.asp?path=/pg/09182/980910-63.stm&amp;amp;date=7%2F1%2F2009+7%3A44%3A00+AM"&gt;Wilson says he is 'beyond tired' of such trades&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time, Wilson, the Pirates' most tenured player, described himself as "beyond, beyond tired" of such moves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"We know that they're looking to the future, which doesn't say much about 2009," he said. "That's probably what's so shocking. We're five games out, and we lost two or three of our everyday players."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That was a reference to the June 3 trade of center fielder Nate McLouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"That's what hits us the most," Wilson continued. "You can understand if it's the end of July."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And then Neal made me want to spork him with this LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;General manager Neal Huntington, as he did after the McLouth trade, expressed limited empathy.  &lt;p&gt;"The reality is, anytime you take away one of their friends, you take two or three away in a short period of time, it's unsettling. The human element of the game is something we can't ignore," Huntington said. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But our goal is to put an excellent team on the field and not just a bunch of nice guys out there. We hope to find talented people that are very good people, as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink"  style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; font-style: italic;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Neal....You LIE. Your not even fucking TRYING to put a good team on the field you asshole. You have already given up this season. again. I am SO sick of this management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1 damn season over .500 and we would be thrilled. Yet, they continue to undermine that chance and the player's morale. This is all such bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-8720756903827386356?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/8720756903827386356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pirate-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8720756903827386356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/8720756903827386356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pirate-bullshit.html' title='More Pirate Bullshit'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-1555848048588339672</id><published>2009-07-01T12:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:39:41.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates Suck'/><title type='text'>Pirates: Still Sucking Awesomely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;See, here it is. Proof in the USA Today that the Pirates are officially a national JOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/baseball/dailypitch/2009-07-01-daily-pitch-pirates_N.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="inside-head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Pirates waiting 'til next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;....six games under .500 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in last place&lt;/span&gt;, six games out in the NL Central, the Pirates became the first team to raise the white flag in 2009. &lt;p class="inside-copy"&gt;For the second time in less than a month, the Pirates dealt a starting outfielder for players they hope can help them down the road. It's wait 'til next year — again — for a franchise that hasn't won since the days of Barry Bonds, Bobby Bonilla and Doug Drabek.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="inside-copy"&gt;Tuesday, the Pirates traded left fielder Nyjer Morgan and former No. 1 draft choice Sean Burnett &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for two players who failed to lock down jobs with the worst team in the league, the Washington Nationals&lt;/span&gt;. The Pirates, who are on pace this year to set the major professional sports record of 17 consecutive losing seasons, received enigmatic outfielder Lastings Milledge and reliever Joel Hanrahan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Even the non biased reporter there thinks this is such bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Last year the Pirates dealt starting outfielders Jason Bay and Xavier Nady before the trading deadline. Somewhere, Roberto Clemente and Willie Stargell must be rolling in their graves. This is no way to build a winner.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Gee. You think? So does most of Pittsburgh, pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;How much longer do you think Andrew McCutchen will remain a Pirate?  He ran the bases in 11 seconds!!! I am betting he won't make it to the end of the season before they trade him for more shitty, questionable "prospects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I don't know much about baseball. So, I am going to make a statement here not knowing all the playing positions of the players traded away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;If we still had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Jason Bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nate McLouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Xavier  Nady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Added to Andrew McCutchen and the LaRoche brothers... Could we have a winning team? It is possible to have all these players playing together at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;And if I see a variation of this statement one. more. time. I am going to spork someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;According to Huntington, these are risky deals, to be sure. But he insists that there is a lot of upside if just two or three of the newly acquired players develop to their fullest. The Pirates are hoping to use their new young talent and combine them with their developed players and create a solid foundation for a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;NO. They AREN'T. They keep trading every f*&amp;amp;%ing talented player we have away!!! There is nothing to build on you assholes! The team morale is destroyed. AGAIN. I hate the pirates management. They suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-1555848048588339672?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/1555848048588339672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirates-still-sucking-awesomely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1555848048588339672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/1555848048588339672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/07/pirates-still-sucking-awesomely.html' title='Pirates: Still Sucking Awesomely'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-2584762150261666119</id><published>2009-06-30T10:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:48:39.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odds n Ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed Angie'/><title type='text'>Odds N Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I know.... there is a list out there of non violent things that should get you sent straight to hell. I am pretty sure.... this is one of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090630/ap_on_fe_st/us_odd_pilfered_from_pews;_ylt=AjK4HNc_Sz3Gv0LKow8EQ97tiBIF;_ylu=X3oDMTJxNnBwMGY3BGFzc2V0A2FwLzIwMDkwNjMwL3VzX29kZF9waWxmZXJlZF9mcm9tX3Bld3MEY3BvcwMzBHBvcwM0BHNlYwN5bl90b3Bfc3RvcnkEc2xrA2NvcHN3b21hbnRhaw--" class="yltasis"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cops: Woman takes kneeling woman's cash in church&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;WESTBURY, N.Y. – &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246322957_0"&gt;Nassau County police&lt;/span&gt; said a congregant at a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246322957_1"&gt;Long Island church&lt;/span&gt; disregarded at least one of its commandments: Thou shalt not steal. Police said the 46-year-old woman reached over a pew and took cash from a purse while its owner knelt Sunday at Our Lady of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246322957_2"&gt;Hope Roman Catholic Church&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246322957_3"&gt;Westbury&lt;/span&gt;. Police said an usher saw the theft, and officers stopped the woman as she left the church.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;Police said they determined the same woman stole cash from another worshipper's purse while that victim took communion May 10.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;The woman has been released on an appearance ticket after being arrested on petty larceny charges. She faces up to a year in jail if convicted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Stealing in the church? Twice? Jez, that takes BALLS and stupidity. With sweet baby Jesus (shout out to will farrell) looking on, a church full of worshipers, ushers and clergy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"When was your last confession?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"2 weeks ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tell me your sins" or what ever it is they say... I'm not catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"I just stole money from another lady's purse. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I never thought Cheetos were dangerous. I am still trying to figure out how they became a weapon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="tsmRemainingLinkHeadline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31580100/ns/us_news-weird_news/"&gt;Couple accused of assault using Cheetos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;SHELBYVILLE, Tenn. - Authorities say a Tennessee couple got into a fight using Cheetos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Bedford County Sheriff's Department say a 40-year-old man and 44-year-old woman became involved in a "verbal altercation." Somehow, the orange puffy snacks were used in the assault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;span id="byLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deputies say they were charged with domestic assault. No one was hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="textBodyBlack"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So, then HOW was someone assaulted with the damn Cheetos? I need to know. Cause if someone breaks into my house and all I have are Cheetos, I want to be able to whoop some criminal's ass with them. Damn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is the dumbest thief in Germany:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20090625/od_nm/us_germany_thief_odd"&gt;Thief nabbed selling stolen mower to owner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;BERLIN (Reuters) –  A thief in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245951132_0"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt; was arrested after he tried to sell a garden mower online to the man he had stolen it from, police said Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; "The owner went to inspect the goods and recognized the mower as his own," said a spokesman for police in the southern town of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245951132_1"&gt;Tuebingen&lt;/span&gt;. "Then he left and told police."&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; Officers confronted the 46-year-old suspect, who confessed to stealing the mower from a shed in February. He later put it for sale on internet auction site &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245951132_2"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;, the spokesman said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Note to self... don't sell stolen shit online  and in the same area where YOU STOLE IT FROM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To close out the month: The Worst Parent of the Month award goes too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31524267/ns/health-womens_health/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woman pleads guilty in drunken breast-feeding case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;GRAND FORKS, N.D. – A &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245871182_0"&gt;North Dakota woman&lt;/span&gt; accused of breast-feeding her 6-week-old baby while drunk has pleaded guilty to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245871182_1"&gt;child neglect&lt;/span&gt;. Stacey Anvarinia, 36, could face up to five years in prison when she's sentenced on the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245871182_2"&gt;felony charge&lt;/span&gt; in August.&lt;/blockquote&gt;                 &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judge Sonja Clapp says Anvarinia will not have to register as an offender against children.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;Police officers who responded to a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245871182_3"&gt;domestic disturbance&lt;/span&gt; call at Anvarinia's home on April 13 say they saw an intoxicated Anvarinia breast feeding. Health officials say alcohol consumed by breast-feeding mothers can be absorbed into an infant's system.&lt;/p&gt;                 Attorneys believe it's the first such case prosecuted in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245871182_4"&gt;North Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wonderful. Some people need smacked in the head and their reproductive organs taken away She is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-2584762150261666119?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/2584762150261666119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/odds-n-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2584762150261666119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/2584762150261666119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/odds-n-ends.html' title='Odds N Ends'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-6703042110960492661</id><published>2009-06-26T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:02:08.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Angie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia'/><title type='text'>What I Love about Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I am sure to all the parents out there, I am not telling you things you haven't heard before. But Julia is my one and only and I am always in awe that I had a hand in creating this little girl. So, this is not a rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Julia is her imagination. The kid has no rules. Anything and be anything in her world and I find that so awesome. In her 2 1/2 year old mind there are no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2 pennies apparently have a job and a car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/ScvvfOxrirI/AAAAAAAAANc/aCSDJVWC5Dg/s288/Image010-784577.jpeg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/ScvvfOxrirI/AAAAAAAAANc/aCSDJVWC5Dg/s288/Image010-784577.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, that is "monies car" and they indeed get in the car and "go work" Sometimes nickels and dimes get in on the action too. Its a hot car! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Foam bathtub letters and bath "craynons" have become birthday candles or snacks. Blocks have been drinks that she passes out to everyone in the room. Sweeper attachments are microphones that she sings into. Colored pencils are "cho-cho trains" My old compact is a phone.... I could go on... My point is that she absolutely doesn't let the object's actual form mean anything to her when it comes to pretend play. And I just think it is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-6703042110960492661?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/6703042110960492661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-love-about-julia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6703042110960492661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/6703042110960492661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-love-about-julia.html' title='What I Love about Julia'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/ScvvfOxrirI/AAAAAAAAANc/aCSDJVWC5Dg/s72-c/Image010-784577.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-7825827745571074629</id><published>2009-06-22T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:49:33.499-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love This Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Love This Church!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I think the church is on to me. I think they are following the blog.... Look at the Message this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SkBPT2ux77I/AAAAAAAAARo/FoojtWjUkzM/s1600-h/Image002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350363559843983282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SkBPT2ux77I/AAAAAAAAARo/FoojtWjUkzM/s320/Image002%5B2%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oh but I do! I totally mock *everything* when possible. I am a non conformist at heart. I don't fell right unless I am mocking something! It will surely send me to hell, but oh well. So, is this a case of the church watching me? Hmmm? Am I paranoid now too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is this referring to Jesus, God, the church or a combination of all of the above? If there is a Master... I will mock them. I promise! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-7825827745571074629?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/7825827745571074629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this-church_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7825827745571074629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/7825827745571074629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this-church_22.html' title='Love This Church!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SkBPT2ux77I/AAAAAAAAARo/FoojtWjUkzM/s72-c/Image002%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165054402982091205.post-3681358204477439644</id><published>2009-06-20T00:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:32:20.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange sightings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love This Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmmm'/><title type='text'>Love This Church!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So, the title for this weeks sermon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/Sjxj5iG70fI/AAAAAAAAARg/NZbxzNzeeBg/s1600-h/Image023%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349260297468891634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/Sjxj5iG70fI/AAAAAAAAARg/NZbxzNzeeBg/s320/Image023%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This inspired me to ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ok... So, someone tell me, when is it? When does Jesus get pms and be all like "F you! I don't care!" I might have to attend this to find out. This seems like it would be really important information to have, right? I don't want to bother Jesus when he is in a don't care kind of mood, ya know. I don't want to be praying for something and its when he is in a bitchy ass moment and saw, "You know what, "I don't care if your in a burning house and your praying to get out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And really... Is it like "No, I don't care about you praying for those stupid prada shoes" or is it "damn it, I am tired of you praying about everything under the sun! I don't CARE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you think he is like "oh Angie? No, i don't care if she makes fun of a church." (she is going to hell anyway)&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know. Thoughts anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/165054402982091205-3681358204477439644?l=rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/feeds/3681358204477439644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3681358204477439644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/165054402982091205/posts/default/3681358204477439644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rantinginpittsburgh.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-this-church.html' title='Love This Church!'/><author><name>Angie :-)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992399086321677340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/SPVpE9dkVyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qw8q2GyC3HI/S220/th_poe.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iy9VgLpGWt0/Sjxj5iG70fI/AAAAAAAAARg/NZbxzNzeeBg/s72-c/Image023%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
