Thursday, July 9, 2009

I don't give a bleep about new slot machines

I don't gamble, however if I go to Vegas or Reno occasionally I enjoy playing the slot machines. What has happened to the slot machines? Whose bright idea was it to create "penny machines?" These machines are such a rip -off. We all know 100 pennies equal one dollar. So why is it that in order to really get any returns off of these penny machines you have to put in about $5.00?

I miss the "one arm bandit." The feel of power when you pulled that handle and let er rip! What a rush. The lights flashing, flashing, man this was one orgasmic feeling when you heard that wonderful sound of all the lights flashing, indicating a big payoff. The sound of the clinking coins was so surreal.

Slots Pictures, Images and Photos

I know most of the machines still give you the choice of pulling the handles, but now the clinking is replaced with a little slip of paper-with the denomination you have won. Such an injustice.

slot machines! Pictures, Images and Photos

It takes me half the night to read the rules on the slot machines, that by the time I finally understand the game, it is time to close up the darn casino.

I want my OLD machines back. I want my one- arm bandits back. I want to carry my buckets around and show off all the way to the cash out machine. If someone even thinks of robbing me I will just take one of my rolled up coins and knock them out. God the good old days

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I don''t give a bleep about rude people on cell phones

Currently I don't have a computer at home. This means I have to do these posts at the library. There is this big sign that says, " Please be courteous and turn your cell phones off." So what happened today, this lady sitting next to me decides this was a truck stop or something. Not only was she on her cell phone, she was loud, using profanity and eating.

I guess if you are going to break the rules, you should go all the way. I tolerated her for about 10 minutes before I -politely- asked her to please lower her voice. Did you notice I did not ask her to get off the phone, stop eating or stop cursing. Simply to lower her voice.

Of course "homechick" had to act stupid. She got louder, rolled her eyes, and continued her behaviour. I then had to go to the librarian and state my complaint. Long and short of this story, the lady was asked to leave. I found out I was not the only one who complained.

I mean at what point did you not realize you were in a library, that there were young kids there and you were making a fool of yourself.

A similar situation happened when I was at the movie theater. A person on their cell phone, telling the entire movie to a friend. I didn't say anything to this person, but someone else in the theater did. Wow, that was more exciting (the exchange) then the movie.

There was a law passed and you are NOT (in some states) suppose to be talking on your cell phone while driving -texting as well. This is so inconsiderate as well as dangerous. I can go on and on, but I suppose someone will add more observations about bad Cell phone etiquette.

Leave Michael Jackson Alone

Good Grief, the man is dead people. It is interesting how someone who is artistically a musical genuis can have so many hateful things stated about in death. Was Michael eccentic? yes Was he a peodiophile? I don't know- I wasn't there. After a lengthy trial, we have folks who rendered a verdict that says he wasn't.

I read one blog- Mexica Movement- where the caption is "Born Black, Died White." I hate to break the news to these people but changing your skin complexion does not change your ethniticity. The most hateful blog-in my opinion- was a post done on HUFFINGTON POST (need I say more)- the headline reads, "Michael Jackson couldn't sing, was gay and died skeletal."

It says a lot about folks that love ratings. I remember the Jackson 5/Jacksons and the wonderful joy their music brought to the world. How many people do you know that the world would grieve for. Since Michael's Jackson's sudden and unexpected death there has been a surge in demand for his recordings and memorabilia. This has included hundreds of items including albums, posters and T-shirts have been listed on auction Web site eBay. And sales of his recordings have skyrocketed in shops and on music download sites.

Let his family, and kids grieve in peace. As I stated earlier I choose to remember the -Artist- A man whose music brought a smile to my face.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I don't give a bleep about fitness centers

These places drain your money and soul. Okay, they know we want to lose weight, wheter for health reasons, dating or just so our boobs don't hang to the ground-so what do they do offer these great promotions and then get us with the hidden fees.

"No long-term contract. No excuses. Our new easy monthly payment plans help you get the body you want with the convenience you deserve. Commit to yourself, not a contract" (courtesy of bally total fitness)

Now for many of us who like me fell for the NO LONG TERM CONTRACT and EASY MONTHLY PAYMENTS now realize we have made this deal with the devil. They know my butt ain't getting up EVERYDAY to excercise. They also know they have my credit card (much like Netflix). I get to the gym (doesn't matter what time) always crowded, I can't get to my favorite treadmill, yada yada.

Fitness Center Pictures, Images and Photos

I had decided to forget about the excercise centers and just WALK. It is FREE and I can do it anytime I want. I don't have to wait for Ramon to get his sweaty balls off the stepper.

...why don't folks WIPE down the equipment. The towel should NOT be a decoration around your neck.

...So no more MONEY to these fitness centers. I am going to walk, eat more healthy, and pick my drooping breasts up off the ground and just be the sexy person I know I am!

I don't give a bleep about bad drivers

What is wrong with folks? Did they get their driving license out of a cereal box? People you cannot, let me repeat, cannot stop your vehicle on a "FREEWAY!"...hello? anyone home?

So today I am on my way to an appointment. I am in the middle lane, because I get away from the fast folks (fast lane) and don't have to curse out the slow folks (slow lane). I am just driving along when suddenly this gentleman in front of me stops his vehicle...Yup just stopped like he was on crack or something. I quickly had to jump over in the next lane because I saw the crash coming.

Sadly the fool that was "tailgating" me for over a mile ran into him. Luckily no injuries. I pulled over on the shoulder and watched, because if the guy behind me needed a witness I would happily volunteer. So folks swerving like crazy, then here come CHP (CHIPS) with sirens blazing.

It seems the man in front of me was "texting" and lost concentration and instead of accelerating, put his foot on the brakes. WHAT? texting. Texting is the devils device, I am convinced. (wait that is my next rant for my next post).

Okay, no one seems to even be looking my way (by then they started setting up roadblocks) ambulance is called, (I guess this is a common thing when there is a collision). So I decided to just be on my way to my appointment.

I am so sick of inconsiderate drivers, the ones the cut you off, drag race through the neighborhood, don't use their blinkers (turn signals), run stop signs and BOY OH BOY can I go on.

sigh...well if this is the most excitement I have for today, I will be okay.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I don't give a bleep-about folks who pick their nose

I am laughing because I remember the Seinfield episode where the whole show was about someone who "wasn't" picking their nose, but folks thought they were. Okay, there is a way people to DO this without the DIG EM out approach. (you know the folks I am talking about).

Nose-picking is an extremely common habit, with some surveys indicating that it is almost universal, with people picking their nose an average of about four times a day.

In The Lion King 1½, there is a scene in which Pumbaa exits the cinema to get some snacks. While he is gone, Timon starts picking his nose humming It's a Small World. Pumbaa then comes back and Timon quickly wipes the evidence on a chair. Pumbaa asks "Were you just picking your nose?" to which Timon replies "No, I had an itch on the inside.

So as you see this is quite common. I mean the nose is the largest orifice on our face. (well mine is anywa- danggone genes).
Then we have the double threat. The ones who pick their nose and then commence to pulling their undewear out their crevice. I mean isn't their a discreet way to do this.
We have someone here at work who constantly picks her nose. It is annoying. She will be in your face talking to you and digging away. Why? I have no clue. I mean if you must do it-get a kleenix and then "discreetly", keep in mind I said "discreetly" put the tissue in the offending orifice. (then digg away).

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

I don't give a bleep about Bad Kids

Wow, what is with these parents who let their kids run amuck in the grocery stores? Their were these two kids today who thought the aisles were skating rinks. They were racing shopping carts up and down the aisles. The parents just seemed to be oblivious to this.

I wanted to go over and smack the living bejesus out of them, but I restrained myself.