^I nodded off while watching the GG's

 

Golden Girl's? Holey Moley

^I nodded off while watching the GG's

 

Golden Girl's? Holey Moley

 

I love the Golden Girls.  I've seen every episode about a million times.  But I never get tired of watching.

People who "accidentally" call you for a booty call when they meant to call someone else.   That's just sloppy and tacky!

 

Oh man, I can one-up you there. I got a text once at around 3-4 a.m. from some number I didn't recognize. "u up?" it said. I was about to reply "thanks, now i am", when a second text came through. It was a picture text (I didn't even know my old-ass phone could receive those), and in my groggy stupor I sat there looking at the pic, not being able to make anything out. After seriously a minute plus of looking at it, I figured out it was a big black d!ck, with Tony the Tiger boxer shorts around the guy's ankles. LOLWTF?!!!

I totally love the GGs.  When I was waiting tables, that was like the only thing that was ever on when I got off work so I ended up watching it religiously.

People who "accidentally" call you for a booty call when they meant to call someone else.  That's just sloppy and tacky!

 

Oh man, I can one-up you there. I got a text once at around 3-4 a.m. from some number I didn't recognize. "u up?" it said. I was about to reply "thanks, now i am", when a second text came through. It was a picture text (I didn't even know my old-ass phone could receive those), and in my groggy stupor I sat there looking at the pic, not being able to make anything out. After seriously a minute plus of looking at it, I figured out it was a big black d!ck, with Tony the Tiger boxer shorts around the guy's ankles. LOLWTF?!!!

 

Now you know you like chocolate!  ;) LOL

 

The funny thing is I rarely answer the blackberry.  I thought it was my nephews phone which is why I kicked him, to prompt him to answer and he said, "that your phone."

 

I'm sure that freak wont call me back.  Although I do like flexible men.

 

I totally love the GGs.  When I was waiting tables, that was like the only thing that was ever on when I got off work so I ended up watching it religiously.

the GGs is such a timeless show and many of the story lines are relevant today.  Dorothy just kills me and Sophia reminds me of my grand father.

 

 

Ever have an interaction with someone who is completely unreasonable? I did last night.

 

First, let me explain that we share a driveway with our next door neighbor. No one uses it to park offstreet, but it's mainly used to load/unload at our respective back doors. Last night, I parked in the nearest spot to my house, which was on the opposite side of the driveway, in front of the neighbor's house.

 

I got inside, changed clothes and Allison and I grab our bikes and sit out on the front porch pumping tires and whatnot, getting ready for a bike ride with our friend Amanda. Amanda comes over, pumps her tires, blah blah blah.

 

Then the neighbor rolls up in her van. Even as the van is cruising down the street, we can hear her yelling about something. Gets out of her van, having parked in front of my car and is screaming like a lunatic about something. None of our business, we think, and just try to ignore it. As she walks up the walkway with a young girl and baby in tow, she starts yelling--not to anyone specifically, but in general--that "they think they're better than everyone else" and something about "parking in my fuckin' spot." Obviously now we know what's on her mind. We're kind of speechless and just watch the crazy lady go into her house and continue to scream about how I stole her spot.

 

Then she comes outside, stands on her porch and just stares at me. This is what was said:

 

"Are you really that mad that I parked there?"

"That's my motherfuckin' parking spot. You can park anywhere you fuckin' want, but that's my spot--"

"Ma'am, this is a public street."

"I don't give a damn. I dealt with this for a year--"

"We just moved in like, 4 days ago."

"Well, then you don't know, do you? That is my spot. MOVE YOUR DAMN CAR RIGHT NOW!"

"Look, lady, I don't mind moving my car if it makes it easier for you, but--"

"MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR!"

"Hey! Stop yelling! I don't mind moving it for you, but you have to ask nicely."

"I don't have to do shit! MOVE THAT CAR!!"

"Not until you apologize and ask nicely."

"Think you're so much better than everybody!!"

"No, I don't. I think that you're acting crazy and if you think that's going to get you what you want, you ARE crazy."

"I'M CRAZY?"

"Yeah. This is the first time we've ever spoke and you decided to greet your new neighbors by screaming at them and telling them they can't park on a public street That's crazy. You're crazy."

"YOU BETTER MOVE THAT CAR RIGHT NOW! I OH JESUS I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"I'm not moving my car until you apologize for screaming at me and you ask nicely. Then I'll be happy to move the car."

 

She then runs inside and continues to scream. Also, she runs a daycare out of her house.

^LOVELY. And no wonder it took me going through like 100 people to find a good daycare provider.

 

She's going to vandalize your car.  You just watch.  I'd videotape her next time she ranted, so you have evidence for the police.

 

People are NUTS.

I thought for sure she do something to my car, too.  But then, she did mention that she'd "dealt with this for a year" which, I'm assuming she means with the previous tenants.  I actually met the guy that lived here before us, and he walked me through the house showing me all the eccentricities and stuff, but he didn't mention anything about her.  I'm hoping her bark's worse than her bite.  We'll see.

There are 2 sides to every story.

DanB!!! :clap:

 

Where ya been?

Screaming about parking on a public street? I would love to hear her side on why that is a rational behavior.

 

Also there is this family that rents the double next to mine, who from what I can tell when I am over there working is uncapable of speaking in a normal tone. All 5 of them yell at each constantly. Parent to parent. Parent to kid, kid to parent....She also does in home daycare. Scary.

 

I have a neighbor who gets all worked up about it. He was trying turn are street into a permit only street. Granted there is the library at the end of it but it's all single family homes with their own single lane driveways and garages.

He likes to park in front of his house and let his wife use the driveway because they can't pull all the way up into the backyard wear the driveway widens because he has this "Sanford & Son" truck parked back there.

Screaming about parking on a public street? I would love to hear her side on why that is a rational behavior.

 

I can see how, because she runs a business where people are dropping off and picking up their kids, that she'd like to have the part of the street in front of her house open.  HOWEVER, she's certainly not entitled to it.  But if that's what she wants, I don't mind parking further down.  If she asks nicely.

Screaming about parking on a public street? I would love to hear her side on why that is a rational behavior.

 

Also there is this family that rents the double next to mine, who from what I can tell when I am over there working is uncapable of speaking in a normal tone. All 5 of them yell at each constantly. Parent to parent. Parent to kid, kid to parent....She also does in home daycare. Scary.

 

I have a neighbor who gets all worked up about it. He was trying turn are street into a permit only street. Granted there is the library at the end of it but it's all single family homes with their own single lane driveways and garages.

He likes to park in front of his house and let his wife use the driveway because they can't pull all the way up into the backyard wear the driveway widens because he has this "Sanford & Son" truck parked back there.

 

There is a guy (we call him van dude) who parks outside our house every night overnight (and almost full time on the weekends) to go visit someone who lives in the Bohn building.  Pisses me off to no end, but there's not a d@mn thing I can do about it.

Screaming about parking on a public street? I would love to hear her side on why that is a rational behavior.

 

Also there is this family that rents the double next to mine, who from what I can tell when I am over there working is uncapable of speaking in a normal tone. All 5 of them yell at each constantly. Parent to parent. Parent to kid, kid to parent....She also does in home daycare. Scary.

 

I have a neighbor who gets all worked up about it. He was trying turn are street into a permit only street. Granted there is the library at the end of it but it's all single family homes with their own single lane driveways and garages.

He likes to park in front of his house and let his wife use the driveway because they can't pull all the way up into the backyard wear the driveway widens because he has this "Sanford & Son" truck parked back there.

 

The 'my spot on the street' thing is something I've noticed where parking is limited. When I lived on Staten Island in the 70's, I can remember visiting my aunt with my mom. she pulled into an empty spot on the street, and we weren't even out of the car before some woman came barrelling out of her house yelling at us to move, and that the spot was her husband's for when he got back from work (this was around lunchtime....).

 

Screaming about parking on a public street? I would love to hear her side on why that is a rational behavior.

 

Also there is this family that rents the double next to mine, who from what I can tell when I am over there working is uncapable of speaking in a normal tone. All 5 of them yell at each constantly. Parent to parent. Parent to kid, kid to parent....She also does in home daycare. Scary.

 

I have a neighbor who gets all worked up about it. He was trying turn are street into a permit only street. Granted there is the library at the end of it but it's all single family homes with their own single lane driveways and garages.

He likes to park in front of his house and let his wife use the driveway because they can't pull all the way up into the backyard wear the driveway widens because he has this "Sanford & Son" truck parked back there.

 

The 'my spot on the street' thing is something I've noticed where parking is limited. When I lived on Staten Island in the 70's, I can remember visiting my aunt with my mom. she pulled into an empty spot on the street, and we weren't even out of the car before some woman came barrelling out of her house yelling at us to move, and that the spot was her husband's for when he got back from work (this was around lunchtime....).

 

 

They still do it in Little Italy.  Sometimes they put cones out.  If they don't put cones out or forget to, they will report your car as abandoned and have you towed.

OH.  And even though we share a driveway, she does have a two car garage behind her house that she could totally use for parking if she cleared all of her crap out of it.

That is what drives me crazy about my neighbor. Parking isn't limited on our street. During the day we get some overflow from the library but at night there are barely any cars on the street. That crazy f*ck will call the cops to have you ticketed if you leave your car there for more than 24 hours.

 

OH.  And even though we share a driveway, she does have a two car garage behind her house that she could totally use for parking if she cleared all of her crap out of it.

 

I have a garage full of crap and we seldom use the back drive because our gate is a pain but I realize that if I am parking on the street it's due to my lack of planning or laziness and not anybody else's problem.

 

 

POISON IVY!

 

I get it every summer and I have it now. I can't hear out of my right ear, either. I don't know if it's other allergies or from that allergic reaction.

 

Last summer I had it so bad I got it on my feet and had these huge blisters like an inch deep and 1-2 inches wide all over one foot. Plus my whole foot was swollen to about 1.5x the size. I walked into the ER, they immediately put me on fast-track after I showed it to them, the doctor gives me steroids, Benadryl, a Tetanus shot and Percocet. All this, over a d@mn weed.

 

When they popped all of the giant blisters with a needle so that I could walk easier, I passed out for about 5 seconds lol. What a nightmare; I hope it doesn't get that bad this time. I always seem to get it really bad on my feet. I guess it's because it's easy for it to spread and get worse with all of the heat and humidity that accumilates inside your socks and shoes in the summer time.

POISON IVY!

I'm weird, I never get it and have handled it bare handed lots of times, and even ate some once on a dare. (it tastes awful in case you're curious)

^Same with me.  I never get it.  My brother and my dad get it really, really bad, but it doesn't bother me.  A long time ago my friends and I were playing manhunt and I decided to hide in some brush.  It was dark, so I really couldn't see much but no one would come near me.  I found out why, when one of my friends was like, "check in there," and the other friend said, "no way am I going in there, that's all poison ivy." 

So basically I was never found that night, and I can truly claim that I can roll around in poison ivy and not get it haha.

I was resistant to it as a kid; I fell off my bike once into a ditch full of it, and never got it, and survived several other encounters without a reaction.

 

Something changed when I was in my mid-twenties; I went swimming at a quarry with some friends and got into some and didn't even notice it until someone else pointed it out. The next day I started to break out and itch like crazy, and went through hell for about two weeks. Mid-summer in Southern Indiana, hot and humid in a dorm without air conditioning; I think the sweat just made it worse. Since then, it seems like if I get close, I get it.

 

I had several repetitions of misery before I learned to go to the doctor on the first sign, and get a cortisone shot and a prescription for some lotion that they compound at the pharmacy. The itching stops within 24 hours, and the rash dries up in a few days.

 

My dad was extremely sensitive to it. One time he got downwind of where they were burning a fencerow that was full of it, and he got an awful case. An old veterinarian who lived down the road gave him some tablets and told him to dissolve one in a pint of water and use a cotton ball to bathe the affected area. It worked miraculously well, and Dad relied on it several times before he learned that the tablets were bichloride of mercury. They were dark gray and shaped like little old-time caskets. Mom came as close as I ever saw her to freaking out when she found out what it was. She was a nurse and knew how toxic it was, and that it could be absorbed through the skin.

To state everyone's pet peeve for the day:  when Lebron James feels the need for his very own 1-hour decision special........

Thank you.

 

First of all, 'Bron isn't as great as everyone makes him out to be.

Secondly, I'm sick of hearing about him everywhere I go. I couldn't go to to Subway and get a Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki without hearing people talk about the "big day". It's not that big of a deal. Proceeds from his 1-hour special are going to charity but he's still a self-involved douchebag.

Agreed!

LeBronocalypse is over.  Back to your regularly scheduled BSin'

 

I know the folks in my office have pranked the hell out of me.  I can only imagine what my office looks like.

 

I guess I'll have to be a total bitch today!

>:D

Right now Thing No.1 and thing No. 1a.  They had the nerve to put a lebron, dwade, bosh cutout in my office door.  I'm so mad at the two them right now I could spit fire. 

 

And if one more person asks me how I feel with this latest loss for the city, I'm going to postal on Columbus Circle!

:shoot: :shoot: :shoot:

LeBronocalypse is over.  Back to your regularly scheduled BSin'

 

I know the folks in my office have pranked the hell out of me.  I can only imagine what my office looks like.

 

I guess I'll have to be a total bitch today!

>:D

Right now Thing No.1 and thing No. 1a.  They had the nerve to put a lebron, dwade, bosh cutout in my office door.  I'm so mad at the two them right now I could spit fire. 

 

And if one more person asks me how I feel with this latest loss for the city, I'm going to postal on Columbus Circle!

:shoot: :shoot: :shoot:

 

Suggested remedial reading for anyone who believes collegiate and pro sports and athletes merit the attention accorded them:

 

Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle by Chris Hedges

LeBronocalypse is over.  Back to your regularly scheduled BSin'

 

I know the folks in my office have pranked the hell out of me.  I can only imagine what my office looks like.

 

I guess I'll have to be a total bitch today!

>:D

Right now Thing No.1 and thing No. 1a.  They had the nerve to put a lebron, dwade, bosh cutout in my office door.  I'm so mad at the two them right now I could spit fire. 

 

And if one more person asks me how I feel with this latest loss for the city, I'm going to postal on Columbus Circle!

:shoot: :shoot: :shoot:

 

Suggested remedial reading for anyone who believes collegiate and pro sports and athletes merit the attention accorded them:

 

Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle by Chris Hedges

No rob, I'd rather make them suffer.  Right now Thing No. 1a is on a goose chase out in this heat!

 

I'm superior when it comes down to physhologically warfare!  Nobody on my staff is utter word since I got here.  They know if Thing No. 1 is out running errands, then I'm pissed.

"I'm superior when it comes down to physhologically warfare!"

 

Just not spelling. :)

"I'm superior when it comes down to physhologically warfare!"

 

Just not spelling. :)

 

Spelling is for subordinates.  MTS is a big picture guy.

Spelling is for subordinates.  MTS is a big picture guy.

 

You kids are a hot mess.

Spelling is for subordinates. MTS is a big picture guy.

 

ha ha. I just figured he was hopped up on muscle relaxants.

 

"Thing #1, I'd like you to run out and get me 10 chalupas, a bottle of metamucil, a box of depends and baby wipes. Oh, and you'll want to buy some nose plugs and clear your schedule for the rest of the day. I've got plans for you...."

Spelling is for subordinates.  MTS is a big picture guy.

 

ha ha. I just figured he was hopped up on muscle relaxants.

 

"Thing #1, I'd like you to run out and get me 10 chalupas, a bottle of metamucil, a box of depends and baby wipes. Oh, and you'll want to buy some nose plugs and clear your schedule for the rest of the day. I've got plans for you...."

 

Today Thing No. 1 is just "you"!  He had to go to Queens on the subway to pick up a piece a paper.

 

When Thing No. 2 got here, he was like WTF?!!  I told him Thing No. 1 is out on an errand. He asked what I wanted him to do.  My response, "your job" and I closed my door! 

 

I can hear Original Thing No. 1 telling Thing No. 2 what happened this morning and why I'm such a cranky ass mood.

MTS, you are what.. 0 for 2 now on living in cities where Lebron James plays, right? Tough break.

MTS, you are what.. 0 for 2 now on living in cities where Lebron James plays, right? Tough break.

 

I'm a CAVS fan, not a LeBron fan.  Now that is a player for the heat, he's the enemy.

I hate it when somebody demands that I drop what I'm doing to watch some viral video. Or when somebody sees a computer and wants to take it over.

 

This just happened again. "No, you can't come behind the counter to show me a Youtube video."

 

People see a computer and HAVE to get on the internet anytime they see it. If someone tells you about a video you are supposed to open it IMMEDIATELY or you're being rude.

LeBronocalypse is over.  Back to your regularly scheduled BSin'

 

I know the folks in my office have pranked the hell out of me.  I can only imagine what my office looks like.

 

I guess I'll have to be a total bitch today!

>:D

Right now Thing No.1 and thing No. 1a.  They had the nerve to put a lebron, dwade, bosh cutout in my office door.  I'm so mad at the two them right now I could spit fire. 

 

And if one more person asks me how I feel with this latest loss for the city, I'm going to postal on Columbus Circle!

:shoot: :shoot: :shoot:

 

Suggested remedial reading for anyone who believes collegiate and pro sports and athletes merit the attention accorded them:

 

Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle by Chris Hedges

 

 

Yeah, seriously. The average person knows 100x more about the politics of sports than the politics of the nation!

 

 

"I'm superior when it comes down to physhologically warfare!"

 

Just not spelling. :)

 

He's in Communications/PR. It's an irrelevant skill in his field. Especially the confused hononyms you can see in half of his posts. Hehe.

BTW MTS, I talk a lot of smack to ya' but I hope you don't take it personally. That's just my style of humor; I grew up with 2 brothers that I'm close to. Plus my mom's always been the same way. Must run in the genes.

 

^It's sad but true. Very few people these days are capable of accurate, well-argued political debate.

 

Now get a bunch of guys at BW3's going about football, and it never ends...

 

It's true! People get way more heated and emotional talking about sports, too. A hell of a lot more bar fights have broken out over team rivalries than opposing viewpoints on The War in Afghanistan. Granted, some bars are geared towards sports but I don't know how the hell anyone can have fun at 'em considering there's (like 17 screens at BW3s playing different games, for example). Are you kidding me? I'm ADD, my brain wants to explode just from watching Picture-in-Picture.

... I'm ADD, my brain wants to explode just from watching Picture-in-Picture.

 

Me, too. I can focus intently on one thing, to the point of not hearing the ringing of my cell phone on the table beside my chair while I'm reading. If I try to multi-task, I become completely fragmented and nothing gets done. I have to keep written to-do lists, but sometimes I forget to check the lists and still miss appointments.

 

Years ago, a close friend lost his apartment and stayed with me until he could relocate. I'd get home from work and he'd be playing his guitar while watching television, and have a couple of things cooking in the kitchen and a radio on in another room. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!

Drunks crying on your shoulder at a bar.

 

I went to meet my friend (and his friends for the first time) at a bar in Chelsea.  You all know, I'm not a big bar person to begin with.

 

Inside I'm talking to this guy that works in one of our divisions and this guy come over, grabs my arm and says, "You're beautiful man, you look just like my dead brother!" Then he starts crying - balling rather.  I just pretended not to speak English and slooooooooowly made my way to the exit. 

:wtf:

 

 

As I was leaving, I heard this queen say, "I think he just broke up with his lover.  How LeBron like."  She got an ear full!

 

Why do people overindulge?  It's not cute!

 

 

Drunks crying on your shoulder at a bar.

 

"You're beautiful man, you look just like my dead brother!" 

 

 

 

Morticians do wonders these days.

Hahaha

I have a similar pet peeve.

 

Recently I noticed that when I start talking to a chick, waaay too often, from the get-go they want to open up to me like I'm Barbara Walters. Telling me about all of their traumatic life experiences like being raped or how their boyfriend stole thousands of dollars from them or how their close family members or friends died recently, etc. etc. I want to be like why the hell are you telling me all of this!? How about talking about how your DAY went? I've been through a lot of crazy, traumatic stuff in my life - stuff I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy but I'm not going to put that burden on other people and depress the hell out of them when I barely know them yet.

^This is just the way women are, and this is what they talk about when they go out to bars.  I just got back in touch with a girl I haven't talked to in like 15 years and the first thing she told me was about an ex of hers kidnapping her and holding her hostage, and then I told her all about going through IVF.  We're just not "how's your day been" type of people. :)

Drunks crying on your shoulder at a bar.

 

"You're beautiful man, you look just like my dead brother!" 

 

 

 

Morticians do wonders these days.

 

LMAO

 

Hahaha

HUSH!

 

You guys dont understand, this dude was in a full blown nose-running cry.

 

It not sexy.  His friends didn't even try to get him out.  It was pathetic.

^ I think you’re going to the wrong bars, on the wrong side of the city.  You need a night out at a place like Burp Castle.

^ I think you’re going to the wrong bars, on the wrong side of the city.  You need a night out at a place like Burp Castle.

 

With a name like "Burp Castle" I'll stick to G!

... I rarely have fun in bars. I have more fun hanging out with friends ...

 

Likewise with me. A little alcohol goes a long way -- toward turning the first thing into my mind into the next thing out of my mouth. Not many whippersnappers will punch a guy my age, but a guy my age shouldn't push his luck.

Just read this in the NYT. Got me a few chuckles today...

 

Enough, Already! One Consumer’s Pet Peeves

By DAVID SEGAL

Published: August 21, 2010

 

This one was my favorite

 

"ENOUGH PUSHY SALES REPS This can be a particular problem in clothing stores, which for some reason are home to the most cloying and relentless of the breed. Shopping, as far as the Haggler is concerned, is awkward enough. It doesn’t need the awkwardness added by a too-chipper smoothie, trailing in your wake, pretending to befriend you in the hope of earning a commission.

 

The confounding part is the idea, forever implied by these sales clerks, that a clothing store is so esoteric and unnavigable that you shouldn’t walk around one without an expert. Actually, an idiot can grasp the concept of a clothing store — shop, and if you see something you like, buy. If you’ve got a question, ask. If you don’t want anything and don’t have a question, leave.

 

Sadly, there doesn’t seem to be a polite way to say “Please go away.” And when the clerk asks questions like “Looking for something special?,” a retort like “Nope, something common” is just too glib. "

 

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/your-money/22haggler.html?nl=your-money&emc=your-moneyema4