Asian Eddy Strikes Again!

Okay today I was at work, when I get this phone call. It was my BFF Asian Eddy doing a strange voice. Not only was she doing a crazy voice, she was acting WACKO. I was grinning so big at the time.

I was professional as she asked about charges on her card. I mean, I can play along with a prank phone call, after all.

What is your card number?
I think I never had one, I just use my Sears card I think.

Uh, okay. What is your name?
-something hard to understand-

Can you spell that for me?
I think it is spelled... -HUH? You THINK you know how to spell your last name?? -

-I type it in- And your first name?
I always wanted to be Carlotta.

Birthdate?
Yes.

No, what is your birthdate?
-She gives me one AND it matches the name she gave I begin to suspect that this is NOT my BFF but instead a fake BFF who is just some random crazy person-

I had to repeat ever single book that she had out four times. FOUR. So, while this was not my BFF, Asian Eddy still gets props for doing a prank phone call... 'cuz I know out there she is responsible, and this is to get even for the online voodoo doll incident. Which, of course, I was innocent of. Really. It was Lydia's fault for not stopping me.

Funny, but oh so wrong!

Everyone, this is wrong in many many ways, but too funny to pass up. Check out this spoof on a 1950's educational video.

I've had it with your crap

When do you know that it is time to throw in the towel and walk away? That is the question that I have been asking myself a lot recently.

The answer? Now. Now is the time.

You see, for a while now I have tried communicating with a long time friend. I say communicating because I have tried e-mail, phone, and sending messages through third parties.

No real response.

This person is one of the most passive-aggressive people that I have ever known. I have a feeling that I have been convicted of some crime, real or (most likely) imagined, and this person is either writing me off or punishing me by blocking me out.


Or, if I am imagining being shunned by this person, at the very least there is a lack of motivation on their part. A lack of motivation to try and remain friends. Lack of motivation even common courtesy to return phone calls and well-wishes for various events in their life. This has gone on, in various degrees, for a long time. Slowly building over a couple of years.

Whatever.

I have thought this over. Part of me wants to try and demand an explanation. But, since I keep meeting with the attitude of a two year old who doesn't want to talk, I really doubt that there is much that would be gained.

I guess I am just tired. Tired of the crap. Tired of the lack of courtesy. Tired of reaching out to
only be ignored.

Again- Whatever.


So, I have just decided to say goodbye. I doubt this person will ever read this, or even care if they did. To be honest, after years of trying to stay in touch, to stay friends, and having them only try a bit when it was convenient for them, and months of flat out ignoring me, I have gotten to the point of not caring at all. I am just going to write this to get it out, and then... walk away.

So, a friendship ends. Not with a bang. Not with a whimper, but with just a shrug.

Fear

My BFF, Asian Eddy, sent me this picture as a motivator. I loved it, so of course I added it to my blog.

Thanks BFF! You have all the rockin' pics.

I hope your recent vacation was great!

Miss you!

Sorry!

Sorry for not posting much lately. There has been a bit of a hullabaloo around my parts.

You see, last week my mother was not feeling very well. I went over to check on her, and she was barely coherent, running a temperature, and having severe difficulty breathing.

When I asked my father what was going on, he said that she did not want to go to the doctors, and if she did not want to go, he would not force her. I kind of understand where he is coming from (sort of). He was a horrible husband for most of their marriage, and I think now that he is getting old and infirm, that he is trying to make it up to her by giving in to whatever she wants.

We got into a bit of a row about this. It ended with me calling 911 and getting someone out to my parent's house immediately.

Mom was admitted. She has an infection in her legs as wel las pneumonia. Most of my time has been spent going either to or from the hospital to see her.

Hopefully soon I will be back to blogging more frequently.

To date, or not to date?

I thought about posting this next entry. Then I thought no. But now I am back to yes. I thought no, because this really is a horrible experience of a friend of mine. But, I decided yes for the same reason.

Okay, I have a really good friend who has a semi-large family. His family is also totally insane, and very, very dysfunctional.

Currently his sister is trying to set him up with a friend of hers. His sister's friend is way white trash, smells like a horse (she works with them so that is almost forgivable), describes herself as having almost as much of a sense of humor as Michael Jackson. BTW, she is serious when she says it, which kind of scares me.

Oh, she does not read. Anything. Not even the Enquirer. It is too hard. Her words, not mine. Yes, earwax has about as much intelligence as this lady. Sorry, I did not mean to insult earwax.

She is kind of unkempt, and built like a pro-football player. With one exception. She has large boobs. This is why my friends sister thinks he would be interested in dating her.

Oh, wait, there is more! This girls mother carried on an affair for several years with my friends father. Open family secret there, BTW.

Now that you have some of the history going on here, my friend's sister and this girl cornered my friend the other day. The topic, was, of course, him going out with the line-backer. My friends sister proceeds to tell my friend that this girl is good in bed.

Was the chick embarrassed by this? Did she even attempt to stop this horrible topic? No. No she didn't. She very sincerely and honestly told my friend. "I'm great in bed. Just ask your brother."

Before running away, my friend told them that was a definite deal-breaker, right there. Ewww! My friend is also beginning to look into getting some therapy.

Whose side are you on?

When you point a gun at a Mouse, who do you think will win?

That is the question that soon will be hitting the courtroom in Florida.

The issue is the second amendment. The right to have and bear arms. Recently Florida passed a law that allows workers, who have a permit to carry a concealed weapon, to keep a gun in their cars when parked at their places of employment.

Disney has continually been anti-gun at their establishments.

The NRA felt it had won a major battle.

However, never underestimate the Mouse. There is an exemption in the law that allows "property owned or leased by an employer who has obtained a permit" under federal law for the use of explosives.

Has anyone ever seen the pyrotechnic programs at Disney? They are amazing! They also use quite a bit of explosives.

Disney has issued the statement that any employee caught with a gun in their car would be fired. Edwin Sotomayer, an employee of Disneyworld for 13 years, challenged the Mouse. He is currently suspended, pending a court hearing. Sotomayer stated: "I'm 100% behind the NRA and their legal efforts against Disney. I was suspended on July 4th and I will possibly will lose my job because I wanted to excersise (sic) my 2nd Amendment and wanted to feel safe during my commute."

So who will win? The NRA, or the Mouse?

Everyone has shit they do.

OK, this is a pointless rant, I know. But I am just tired of a certain depressed lunatic bitch trying to make people feel like crap over everything, while at the same time acting like she is the innocent martyr. I would say victim, but martyr just fits so much better.

I am sure you all know who I am talking about. A very close friend of mine has a wife who can be sweet and nice, but really, when you scrape off the exterior paint, just is about as two-faced as you can get.

Everyone has shit they do. Really. Yes I screw up on occasion. I know that I am a Saint, and that I can (and frequently do) absolve myself of every little stain of sin. However, that also means that I realized I screwed up.

I am tired of hypocrites. Really sick and tired.

I want to shake this idiot and tell her that life is a mirror. Your actions come back at you. If you want to be included in things, then include others- make them feel welcome. By all that is holy, think about what you are doing. Do unto others, etc. etc.! Everyone sees what you are. Everyone has stopped caring about you. Why? Because you are a bitch to everyone, either to their face or behind their backs. Stop whining. Stop using people! You know what? There is a common denominator in all of your failures. YOU, you self absorbed holier-than-thou bitch.

I want to tell her to knock this shit off, and grow up. You are not better than everyone else. You hurt people and then get depressed when they turn away. What do you expect. Common courtesy is completely beyond you at times.

I want to tell her that she is a wife and mother in name only. She is not a partner in a marriage, she is a leach. She is not a true mother because her love has conditions. She cannot handle the stress of dealing with the harsh realities of being a "mom" or "wife" to anyone who is not as perfect as she sees herself. You know what? You, my dear, are way more handicapped and defective than your family.

However, this is not my fight. I want it to be. Sometimes I need it to be. I want to sit her down and actually talk to her. But, like I said, this is not my fight. She would not hear my words anyway. She is perfect. I am wrong because I cannot see, and express, how perfect she is, and how the world is not fair to her. Baby, suck it up. Life, at one point or another is hard on everyone.

All I can do is distance myself as much as possible from her actions, realize that she really is just a lunatic, and scream in frustration when I am alone.

I blog, therefore I bitch.

New blog look, what do you think?

Everyone,

Okay, I have been playing around with the basic look and design of my blog. I was curious what my two readers think. Any input?

Thanks!

4th of July

Well the 4th of July has once again come and gone. I'm already looking forward to next year!

The friends!
The food!
The fireworks!
The family!

I was not able to spend time this year with everyone that I wanted to. Perhaps next year. But, still, the 4th was full of good times had by one and all. Even my oddly behaving family behaved this year. I swear, it seems that the only time we can act like a normal family is when things are about to fall apart.

But, to one and all, I hope you had a wonderful 4th of July, and that the hangovers are not too bad this morning.