Don't Be That Person...

Well it's time to get back to the inappropriate swearing and things that we (I) like to do here.  Once in a while you have to be serious and I was.  It was nice.  But now...it's back to the regularly scheduled bullshit that is what we do.  Cheers!

The AC went out in our house two days ago and of course it had to be during the hottest week of the year thus far.  Fuck My Life with a capital FUCK!  Yesterday it was 95 degrees in the house while only being 80-something outside.  I took the dogs to the beach and had to throw Rosie in while a gaggle of kids watched me in terror.  It's okay rug-rats, she can swim.  She doesn't like it but she can do it.  A ginormous fucking Thank You to my parents who brought over two industrial-sized fans so we can move the stagnant air around in this place until Minnegasco gets around to us on Thursday.  I want to go wallow in a fucking mud hole like elephants do.

Seriously:

Except I believe Satan to be a She.  Haha!

So because it's 85 degrees in here tonight I'm just going to sit here at the computer and just move my hands because any more movement than that causes me to sweat and that makes me hostile.  As fuck.

So lately I've encountered more and more of this phenomenon and it makes me pissed off to no end:  Men that speak and act for their wives/girlfriends/whatever.  It's more so at work because couples come in together all the time and today a husband and wife came in (wife is the patient) and she needed to sign a form and as I was handing it to her the husband snatched it out of her hand and proceeded to ask me what was on the form after I had JUST EXPLAINED (to HER, not HIM!) what it was all about.  So I fucking repeated myself.  Then he hands it to her and tells her that it's okay to sign.  Oh, really?!  Did you think I was asking for your first born and you had to make sure it was all okay??  But for some reason she was confused and he snatched the pen out of her hand and signed it for her.  Whatever.  Then I handed her a clip board and give more directions but he intervenes and takes it from me, grabs her roughly by the arm (too rough in my opinion because she slightly lost her balance when he did so) and guided her away.  What. The. Fuck.  I sat there confused and a little disgusted.

I was like:

Kind of like the time I found out Kim and Kanye were dating.  Confused and a little disgusted.  I don't see the...attraction?  He's a douche, she's a fame-whore.  Well, I guess they do deserve each other then.  

Then he went and knocked her up and my whole mind was blown.  North West.  REALLY?!  Poor critter.  Be sure to listen to her incessantly whine about pregnancy on Keeping Up w/the Fucktards but only on nights they re-run so that you don't give them ratings!!  (cool trick, thanks Blarb!)

The day my boyfriend decides to take over and speak for me is the day he loses his nut-sack and he knows it.  I am forever grateful that my parents raised me to stick up for myself (respectfully of course) and that I don't NEED a man in my life to make me happy.  I have spent many a year single and I think that's good for us chicks to do.  It makes you appreciate "The One" that much more when you finally find each other.  And until the day comes when I can't read my own forms anymore or can't wipe my own ass, I will be doing EVERYTHING for myself.  Even when we are fishing together and he tells me that I'm not casting right I get pissed and make a snide comment.  I just want you to catch fish, he says.  I just want to learn on my own, I say.  (The Fishing Master might catch more fish than I do but I'll die trying to learn stubbornly on my own!! )  I won't go into Women's Rights and Women's Suffrage because that shit bores me.  Be an individual, speak for yourself, as innocent as his/her intentions might be, don't let your sig other be your voice.  You are your own fucking person equipped with everything it takes to make it on your own, do not ever let another person think that you can't make it in this world without them.  Fuck that.  And if you have any hesitations come talk to me and I'll set your ass straight!  :)

Women Power!

Actually it's not even about Women Power.  It's about having the right to be your own person and make decisions for yourself.  I recall a relationship of mine from the past that ended because the prick decided he wanted to call the shots and tell me how to be and act.  I hope his new woman enjoys being the brunt of his insecurities.  

Now I sound too damn preachy and I'm going to stop it.  Bottom Line: You Are Your Own Boss.  I love this coffee cup by the way.

This Alpaca is surfing....it's quite possibly the most amazing thing ever.  But what's even more amazing than that is that someone made a body-suit for it!  

If you tell me it's Photoshopped I will cut you.