Spent all day yesterday [all day = 10-7] packing up the remaining stuff in my apartment with the help of Sister. THANK GOD FOR SISTER. It was brutal; I could not imagine what it would be like on my own. As of last night, that apartment was empty and clean with all my stuff unloaded at Sister’s house. Again, THANK GOD FOR SISTER.

This morning I needed to return the UHAUL before 12 and a 9am appointment in Seattle to check out. I got up at 7 so Sister’s fiance and I could drop off the UHAUL and I could make it to Seattle in time (it’s a 45 minute drive or so in traffic). However, after a mosquito buzzing in my ear (seriously, you think it is nothing but try sleeping with that little bastard in your ear) and Sister’s fiance with food poisoning getting up every half hour to vomit, I woke up exhausted. Right when we needed to leave, Sister’s fiance says, “I only have a couple minutes before I have to leave for work so we have to go now.” For reasons I know not, he could not tell me that 30 minutes earlier. So we rush out the door, drive to the local UHAUL told me to go to only to find, it isn’t there. Sister’s fiance leaves for work, I drive back to the house with the UHAUL. Then I rush to Seattle, b/c at this point, it’s almost 8am and I still needed to go to the store and wipe down the fridge once I got to the apartment.

Luckily, I got to the apartment with fifteen minutes to spare. I wiped down the fridge and waited for the lady to show up. After several minutes, I became suspicious. I walked out to my truck to check my phone only to find that she left me a message. “Hi there, something came up and I cannot meet you at 9am this morning. Tomorrow morning at the same time might be better.” W. T. F. ? ? ?

Needless to say, I was PISSED. That was such a doucher thing to do! So, I drove back to Sister’s house because I still needed to take the UHAUL back, now with no one to drive with me. I had no clue how I was going to get back to Sister’s house after dropping it off and certainly, did not want to get charged for returning it late. I looked up the UHAUL address again and it turns out, the drop location was an effing gas station. I drove by it this morning because, come to find out, the UHAUL sign was in the bushes. Son of a… Long story long, I drove over with the UHAUL and walked back. Luckily, it was only a 1.5 miles.

Regardless, I went on my second date last Friday with a nice guy. He’s OK looking and easy to talk to. We had a good time and I thought he was worth a second date, even though I knew I wasn’t really interested. He invited me to the Seattle Sounders game last night (MLS team). On Friday he told me he had three season tickets. Him and a buddy of his bought them together a while back. His buddy ended up moving and not being able to use the ticket. So, Be-So-So (that’s what I’m calling my date), sold the ticket to a girl he works with. Turns out, she only bought the ticket to go with him and wasn’t at all interested in soccer. So he tells me this story of how last time she showed up super drunk and attempted several times to make out with him. Great story to tell a date BTW. Take notes boys. I am WOOO’d.

So last night, shit-faced coworker shows up. She’s one of those round-ish bimbo blonds who could have easily been in a sorority back in her day who’s pushing 30, single and very desperate. The moment she walks up to us as we’re standing outside the stadium, I am super annoyed. We walk in to the stadium and get drinks before sitting down. She is all over him. Putting her arm around his waste while swaying back and forth since it’s 7:30pm on a Sunday evening and she’s already unable to stabilize her tree trunk legs. As my annoyance mounted, she continued to call him “Sweetie”, “Babe”, etc. What bothered me more than her existence was the fact that Be-So-So didn’t do much to deter her behavior.

I kind of wonder if maybe one drunk night they slept together and she got attached. Either way, I was bored and wanted to go home before we even entered the stadium!

Luckily, as we walked find our seats, she peaced-out and never came to join us.

End of date. End of Be-So-So.

More and more I am seeing this form of request, be it a bank or tanning salon, it baffles me. How do people agree to this in the first place? Your social security number is one thing, and that I hold as tight as a drunk and his paper bag wrapped booze. But finger prints?! That’s like, sooo sketchy! Lift one, print one, duplicate and repeat. There it is, easy as pie. Identity thieves, come and get it! Hot off the grill!

A couple weeks ago a middle aged woman knocked on my door. When I answered, she politely began telling me about the research project going on and how I could become thirty dollars richer. I may have heard about it since notices were sent out in the mail. I explained to her that yes, I did hear of it and no, I am respectively declining. She attempted to convince me to do the research project. Again, I said, “No thank you…” and shut the door.

The second notice came in the mail and, as a good little girl, ripped it up and threw it away. Never did I think little miss interviewer would return. Not ten minutes ago, someone knocked on my door. No one visits me unannounced, so I immediately knew it was some sort of solicitation. I looked in the peep hole and who did I find? That woman. Little miss interviewer. Kita barked letting me know someone was at the door, just in case I didn’t hear them knock. I debated whether or not to answer but didn’t want her to continue to knock, knowing I was home. I cracked the door and asked, “How may I help you?” She started to explain who she was and how I probably remember and there were a few mail notices about this research project, yadda, yadda. Before she could get two more words in, I’d had enough. I interjected, putting my hand up, and in a calm and respectful tone I said, “Excuse me, as I said before, I am not interested and I will not be interested. So while I appreciate you asking again, I would appreciate you not coming back. Thank you.”

Speechless and taken aback, she fumbled for words and managed a flustered, “Okay.”

Tell me, who is the rude individual? The interviewer who goes to a private residence a second time asking a question the resident has already answered? OR the resident who after already giving a negative answer, gives an indefinite no?!

Stay the f**k away.

May he rest in peace.

Needless to say, when I arrived at the post office, my patience dwindled. While tying Kita up to the pole, I did my best to keep my cool and calm her down. Just when I thought she was calm enough for me to go inside, this man with a Great Pyrenees started toward us. He was large(r) and very tall (like owner, like dog). As soon as Kita spotted them coming she was back up on all fours, ears perked and ready to rumble (or run away). When the large couple got within earshot the man asked, “Mind if we say hello?” As kind and polite as I could I declined, explaining how she was overly anxious today and I was attempting to calm her down at the moment. Right then, another lady spotted my cutest pup and, while talking on her phone, came up to say hello. Now my patience was really being tried. She heard the last bit of what I said about not wanting the dogs to say hi and says, “Oh but I can!” as she bent down and began petting Kita, who was now all kinds of crazy, flipping around and trying to loosen my hold on her. Luckily the lady did not stay long and went inside. Meanwhile, I maintained my hold on Kita while the strange and oddly large couple just stood there. It must have been—no exaggeration—two to three minutes. The man asked again if his gargantuan dog could say hello. I replied, “No, not today, but thank you for stopping by.” He remained and added a few awkward moments later, “Well she’s just a puppy—they’re all anxious at that age.”

What?! One, no, they aren’t—it all comes back to training, which I have clearly been slacking on. Two, what part of eff off did you not understand? Just because you have a dog and I have a dog, doesn’t mean they need to meet or that I will agree for them to meet. People with two year old children don’t seek out people in public places with like-sized and aged kids just so they can sniff each other’s privates and bite one another. And certainly people with 12 year old boys don’t walk up to mom’s with year-old-babies and ask to lick face. C’mon! Get the hint ya freak bitch!

Tamms: get your shit together and do it.

Why did I not lie from the get-go?

I’ve had my little heart set on an Akita for months now. I try to reason away from one and look into other breeds (and mutts) but always come back to Akitas. I am not opposed to adoption or a mixed breed, but it is extremely hard to find #1 a puppy and #2 an Akita puppy up for adoption. They are all like eight years old. La-hame.

I dunno wha to doooo. :0(

i am so tired of this bull shit liberal chicken little mentality. these people believe anything and run around screaming wanting the rest of us to panic about nothing with them. why is it so hard to be practical and logical? yes, not everything is perfect. yes, we must act to do something to change many things. and yes, we should care about our environment, citizens without health care, and other major topics. however, we need to look at the topics with this in mind: keep emotion out of it, keep the long term in view, and, most importantly, maintain everyone’s liberties. “liberals are especially liberal with your money and your liberty” and that is total crap.

sure, we could revamp the health care system. but guess what? we have the best f*cking system in the world. 90% of u.s. citizens has some sort of coverage! that 40 million number their throwing around like truth is made up of illegal aliens and young healthy people who choose not to get health care. i bet there is only about 8-10 million without health care that truly need and deserve it.

so, given that they need health care, why not start a non-profit insurance company? i had a lengthy “discussion” with a very bloody liberal friend of mine. i suggested this to her.

i said, “you have the passion, the know-how and the connections to start something like this. why not? i would support you 100%. i would donate money to the cause!”

she responded with, “oh, well, umm, i dunno. it’s never been done before.”

“so?!” i said, “why not be the first?”

“oh well it’s too expensive,” she said.

“WHAT? come on! nothing is out of reach. you can raise money. do you know how many people would love that idea? both conservatives and liberals? you would be able to get money easily.”

my dad’s professor was totally correct when he said, “You cannot argue reasonably with someone whose position is not based in reason.”

this is the kind of crap i cannot stand. i provide a valid solution to the problem and there is a total lack of interest because all they want is for someone else to take care of them because they think they’re entitled to it and want the easy way out when all they’re doing is taking away freedoms from other people and pushing our country down an irreversible, non-foundational path!

WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT.

[end vent]