1.  Michael Vick

2. Customer Service people who provide everything BUT customer service

3. "Baby On Board" decals

4.  Whoopi Goldberg stickingup for Michael Vick

5. People who drive below the speed limit. Fuck off and pull over.

6. Two facedness. If you don't like me, don't pretend to. Do you see me making nicey nice to you, bitch?  Let's just agree to hate each other openly.

7. Right-to-Lifers. The little baby feet pins they peddle?   I'd like to take a pair of those little feet and kick them in the ass with it.

8. Radical Feminists who can't take a joke. Go home; shave your legs and wax the ‘stache... all that body hair is making you cranky

9. Passive Aggressive behavior... In other people. It's okay when I do it.

10. Blue Eyeshadow

11. Soccer Moms

12. People who order toasted bagels at the Dunkin Donuts Drive Thru. If you're eating that crap you NEED to WALK into the store to order it. It's a drive-thru, not five star dining. These people almost always drive minivans or SUV's and 99.99% of the time are soccer moms. Bitches. And they're holding up the line

13. Lawn Ornaments

14. People who insist on explaining anything and everything in excruciating he said/she said and then this happened and that happened detail. Skip the gristle and get to the bone please. Tick tock; time is money. Unless, of course, I'm the one telling the story...

15. Moral Superiority........
16. Moral Bankruptcy ......... 
   **There's a happy medium on this one - I've enjoyed it for years...

17. Rule Benders.... Grow some balls and blatantly break a rule, wouldja?

18. Pick up truck drivers who meticulously wax and buff their huge truck beds till they shine and never actually haul anything.  I thought pick up trucks were used to pick stuff up?

19. Perpetual Dieters. Put down the bag of Cheetos, get the hell off the couch and stop fooling yourself. The "All Processed and Fried All the Time" diet didn't work the last time, and I'll bet dollars to the bag of donuts you're hiding in your purse that you're not gonna see stellar results in this round either.

20. People who stand in line at Stop n Shop complaining quietly the ENTIRE TIME... "Huff Puff I don't believe this, why do they only have one clerk on a holiday weekend? This is ridiculous!" Shifting from one foot to another... blah blah motherfucking blah. Just shut up and do what I do: Complain loudly ONE time (swearing is optional) about how you don't have time to wait for a cashier to become competent; throw your shit on the counter and leave. It's way more liberating that way.  

21. Having someone read over my shoulder.

22. People who stack their plate in a neat little pile for a waitress at a restaurant, yet neglect to clear even one plate from the dinner table at home..

23. Political corruption

24. Political Correctness

25. Mothers who have no other points of conversation besides their adorable and highly advanced for their age children or their stretch marks, length of labour and c-section scars.

26. Pop up ads

27. People who pronounce lawn with a 'd' on the end of it.

28. A fresh loaf of bread placed at the BOTTOM of the grocery bag

29. People who are always early. It is just really rude.

30. People who make excuses for being early.

31. People who don't apologize for making YOU early.

32. Alcohol breath.  Unless it's MY alcohol breath - then it's fine.

 33. People who talk about you when you are still in the room. How rude...you are supposed to talk about people behind their back... it's called manners.

34. Retail clerks who don't acknowledge my royal presence.

35. People who insist on taking their 2 year old to grown up movies so we can all appreciate the lovely child more.

36. Excessive and unnecessary use of "quotation" marks

37. People who always talk about how honest they are. Truly honest people don't have to advertise. Honestly.


 

   Today was not bad.  It was a fibro day, but I was determined not to let it control me today, and I won. Huzzah to me!  Well, it wasn't ALL me, I let God handle what I couldlet go of.  I got to satisfy my obsessive/compulsive side and cleaned my house, townhouse, 3 levels, and a ferret luxury highrise cage for 5.  Now I feel really relaxed.  I hate it when my house isn't the way I keep it when there's no one home but me.

   Triston, my grandson, 10 yrs. old, 1 of 4 boys, the oldest, called me today.  I love them all, but Triston is my heart.  He is in a place for children with emotional disabilities, temporarily, but he is in such good spirits for one so young and have gone through so much.

We finally were able to lose Karen.  I know there are hard feelings, I hope they won't turn into hostility on her part, and she starts something.  We're better than that, or anything that she were to say, and anyone who would hear it would know better, so it won't be us that looks stupid.

I know I have to take this one day at a time, but I can't help but worry about tomorrow.  This is my really big thing, I just can't accept this.  I still want my life back.  It doesn't even have to be the same.  In fact, I've learned alot myself since I've become sick.

   Now that I think about it, I have found skills that I didn't even know I had.  I am a great marketer, and apparently, as I've told, I can sing.  I found a goal, a dream, that I wanted to pursue, and now that I couldn't work, I had the time to do that.  So, out of that came the unique company, Pirates for Sail, that I now own.  So, I guess being sick isn't ALL bad....

   Well, this is my first entry into my diary.  I had actually forgotton about this site.  I wish I had remembered it earler, I really could have used the support.

   I don't have anything profound to say today.   I lost my driver's license again last week.  Second time this year.  Never told my husband, so he calls me while I'm in the middle of getting my picture taken at the DMV.  I told I would call him back.

 In a fibro fog for most of the time, I never noticed that my tags were expired, don't remember getting anything in the mail, and I forgot to get my emissions.  Anyway, had to pay $100.50 fine. Then, I had to go to the doctor, the rheumatologist.  I really like her.  I would highly recommend her if you need a doctor in Maryland.  We talked.  I told her I was miserable.  She asked me what changed.  She said last time I was there, about 2 months ago, I was happy and doing well.  I told her it was a matter of attitude, and right now mine wasn't in fight mode.  I just wanted to go home and go to bed. 

   Then there was rehearsal.  And the drama!  I think that's over now.  We are starting to mesh, but we just have too many people.  I know that running this company is really stressful, and that stress brings on the fibro flares, but if I didn't do it, what would I do?  I can't keep a real job because I would miss 3 to 4 days a week.  I need something to identify me as me.