Democratic Primary...when was it???

 oh, yeah, that's right.  There wasn't one.  

There has never not been a Democratic Primary.  (how do you like the double negative? It also bothers me when I end with a preposition, shrug).

Does that mean that's a positive and there was one? The Answer: NO

Quite strange, that.

The current president said he'd run then recanted.  This is not the presidency...although the Demis think it is.  If this were the presidency, the vp would take president.  This is NOT the presidency and a primary should have been held.  fun fact: there has always been a Dem Primary until now.  

another fun unusual fact: if the Demi runner is elected we will have a dictatorship.  half dictator? sigh

Have fun with that. and we are all fools without any good choices.

Just sayin...

PS I wonder who the "Luminaughty" have chosen to be IT?" Whoever wins that's whom.

How to find a deleted post on Facebook

 1. go to profile on the upper right hand side. click

2. go to settings and privacy on this drop down menu; click - at this point a sub-menu pops up; scroll down to activity log; 

3. click on activity log - at this point another menu pops up on the left hand side with activity log at the top. scroll down to trash

4. click on trash and you can either restore or delete your post.  Keep in mind the server has already saved this information on the main frame and is recoverable by Facebook.

Good luck and don't post anything you don't want remembered as it's all discoverable.

Dear Friend...dream state.

I had a horrible dream last night. Not that anyone cares and if it's a TMI for you quit reading here.

My Dream:

I went to work in my pajama pants and shirt (thank God I was dressed!!) thinking that it was a Friday as a minimal amount of men are present (2) that day. Instead it turned out to be a Monday and everyone was there (30 at this shop). I nonchalantly turned in my paperwork and pretended that I meant to be there as I was , I think I pulled it off pretty well even if it was a dream.

Strangely there were potted planters full of wonderful flowers and vegetables growing and trees in each one. It was wondrous to behold! I was fascinated by each planter and there was one in front of each patrol. I was dazed by the beauty of it all.

Then a Newbie was speaking to me and told me to hold on as I was leaving and that C wanted to speak to me. C is my boss, although no one thinks so including him, but he is.

I waited for C and as he came walking up to me, I woke up.

Here's what I think and my explanation of my dream:

1. Lately I've been a little worried that I'll forget what day it is. Hence, me going to work on Monday thinking it was Friday.

2. the planters: I have no clue as the shop is NOT a wondrous place to behold. Nor does it daze anyone by its beauty and if these men had to take care of anything green I am certain it would be weeds.

3. C: I keep thinking (hoping) he's going to walk up to me and say, "I'm letting you go." I guess the alternative is number 4 below because he can't actually do that.

4. I am nervous about returning to work as the last time I returned it only took 3 days before I was called into the LTC OPS office (big Boss) to be given a talking to and less that 2 weeks before I was written up. It amazes me that even HR can't see that I'm being targeted. ugh. As any one of the situations would have been ignored if I was a man.

I have been wondering how long it would be before a similar situation happens when I return to work. In my head I've been thinking by lunch time of the same day I return, if history is anything to go by (sigh). I'll bet you a lunch its before the end of the week of my return (IF NOT DAY OF).

That's it in a nutshell.

Good day.

L

Dear Friend...byproduct of care is bullshit

...and you won't get me to fall for your praises of yourself.

I'm betting the doc no longer guesses as to why my coworkers cringe when they see me.

I went to the doctor the other day for my work injury.  This doctor tried to pass off the Big Lie of how helpful he and the medical field has been to me. Another song and dance or more appropriate bait and switch that us females have allowed the male to flash some fancy story that we fall all over ourselves  and kiss the feet they walk on.

Well... not I.

And now my doctor no longer wonders why men like him don't care for me.  I no longer fall for the lie of words of men.  I'm tired of being told how great a man is by a man and how thankful I should be because of it.  When the literal opposite it true.  If you are a man and can be honest --- well good on you as you must be a unicorn that spews glitter from your ... horn.

Anyway, here's the story:

said doc says how wonderful he and the medical field are and how grateful I should be that just because he covers his ass regarding my injury that he really cares about me.  Oh, I cannot tell you how wrong this hit me since I have needlessly been fighting my injury for close to a year now when it should have only taken 3 months. I don't know if it was his cussing or his holier than thou attitude but I let him have it.

I definitively and firmly informed him that just because his CYA comes across as "caring" doesn't make it so; he's just lucky that it's a byproduct. And neither does making the statement make it true either. I further informed him that the F**Cking medical field has done me NO favors to me by continually sending back to work and not having an MRI done last October, but instead has shredded my knee continuously since that time.  And that each and every doctor has had to have his period of time of "practicing" his own view of medicine upon me.  The outside office got real quiet.  The doc became heated and I put him in his place again and again. I insisted on not falling for his patronizing lie of "caring."  I will admit I almost brought him to tears.  He finally calmed as I did apologize for cussing while still insisting that his byproduct of "care" was bullshit.  We came to a quiet understanding that men have had the long-time privilege that whatever they say should be taken as gospel and not questioned and I am a woman who does not believe such nonsense.  The facts speak for themselves and that if he makes the statement that he cares there had better be some reality to back that statement up. He came to earth for a bit, and I let him know there had better be truth in what is said and that just making the statement doesn't make it so because I have a reality of facts that speak the actual truth.

Dear Friend...here I am

...just minding my own business waiting to interview when who walks in?!!!! A former co-worker from the company!!! Who happens to keep in touch with the current losers at the company!!!!  I kid you not!  OMG!!!  I cannot make this shit up.

He asks me what I am doing here (I am not going to lie) and I say I'm waiting to interview (I am cringing inside because I KNOW this information is going to go right back to the company).

He informs me that I am being investigated.  What!??? and What!!???  And how does he know?  He doesn't even work there anymore!!! 

Will it never end??

My God, don't these men have something better to do than to gossip about me???

I am one of the most honest employees that the company has and they are investigating me???? What a waste of time and taxpayer money.

BUT my first question is how the hell does A, who doesn't even work at the company anymore, for a over a year now, know anything about me?  Some MAN is speaking about my private information work and health to others when they should keep their damn mouth shut!!  Our conversation got interrupted and I had to go into my interview, which I am certain that A immediately called whomever is violating my rights at the company to inform him about the juicy gossip about me!! UGH! and for crying out loud, I'm NOT that interesting! Honest, you can trust me on this.

End of rant.

Send me all the news,

L

Dear Friend...they were an unusual trio

... that I encountered at the laundromat this past week.

As I pull my car up, there is a large window and a red-headed woman is standing there in a black bra.  She calmly puts on a shirt.  I can tell there are at least two other people in the laundromat.  Darn, I thought I had gotten up early enough to miss the crack-heads and undesirables. NOT.

Oh well, I walk in and find a black man sitting down using the free wi-fi because he probably has a "free" phone that the Government gives out, which costs the taxpayers A LOT of unnecessary taxpayer money and has been hidden in the agricultural bill somewhere (I digress, that's another story). The red-headed (from a bottle) woman, her open purple suitcase on the floor that I have to step over, which she apologized for, and a not-so-good-looking, very short Latino in a grey sweatsuit.  As I pass the corner of the laundry folding table, which is full of the red-heads stuff.  To include, a .22 deringer on the corner.  My first thought was to swipe the gun so it couldn't be used against me.  But its most likely that would have caused a ruckus.  I left it alone.

I walk to my favorite washing machine, which is all the way in the back.  Stuff my items in it and find I am short a quarter.  What??? I have to do this all over again.  Twice the danger, yay.

After I get my laundry started, I go to my car to sit and knit a mitten.  As I walk by the red-head once again.  She is putting on some red lace-up boots with at least a 5 inch heel.  I have no idea how she walks around town with those shoes on and a suitcase in her hand.  Wait.... isn't that a song or something??

I survived and have clean clothes for another week.

Send me all the news,

L

Dear Friend...it was a clean shot?

I was recently speaking with my masseuse and he was speaking about how he had to come to terms with always wanting and needing to seeking his Dad's approval.  I said "don't we all?" 

I went on to say no matter how much of an idiot he (dad) is we all want his approval.  I then started laughing and told my story.  Stating how my very smart and intelligent cousins who work for NASA think he is a hero and I just think he is an idiot who I no longer need approval from or speak to.  What kind of person would I be if I need approval from such an idiot like that?

Here's my dad's true story...

It was a clean shot that missed the bone entirely.  I believe they call it a clean through and through.  Or something like that.

My dad actually accidentally shot himself in his leg through his main artery while being stinking drunk, while drinking and driving and waving a loaded handgun around and terrorizing his young wife #2 and his two young boys.  Causing his own life threatening incident.

My cousins think he is the greatest hero because he drove himself to the hospital and saved himself.  What kind of crap is that??

At the hospital, his wife due to religious reasons refused to sign the paperwork to give him a blood transfusion because my dad being stinking drunk was not allowed to sign the paperwork.  Oh, man you can not make this shit up, right???  Real life is so ironic!!

The doctor informed young wife #2 that this refusal was likening the doctor operating with one hand tied behind his back.  My dad did not like hearing this and leaned over grabbed the paperwork and said "I'll sign it!" and signed the paperwork.The doctor went with this.  The doctor is lucky my dad lived.

I later saw the scars of this injury.  It was vicious looking.  I wonder what lies he told about it? (he loved to lie too).

I bet he started with, "it was a clean shot..."

Send me all the news,

L

PS dear old dad liked throwing knives too.

PPS dad once accidentally shot me in the eye with an arrow.  He was drinking then too.  He told my mom that he had pulled the arrow back and lightly poked me in the eye because I was standing right behind him  My mom believed him. Really??? I'm not that tall at 5yrs old.  You think all that screaming and peeing my pants is from a light poke in the eye??? with an elbow??? 

What I was really doing was playing behind the target. Yeah, not too smart on my part either.  I was only 5yrs old. (insert shrug - I think in my mind I was playing cowboys and Indians). and Really??? Mom believed that shit???  I guess you do when you are desperate and married to an idiot that loves to lie...and drink.