This is something I've been wanting to blog about for the longest time but never have. After today, I am definitely going to.
At work I see numerous parents letting their kids get away with murder. These kids are talking back, kicking, screaming, and even swearing at their parents. Every time I glance at the parent after witnessing their child at like a complete hellion, the parent just stares down or sighs in defeat.
Well, I don't know about you all, but my parents would have murdered me in cold blood if I ever hit, kicked, or swore at them. When I was a kid I was spanked when I acted up. Why don't parents do this anymore? Why don't parents at least use any form of discipline anymore?
I know "spanking" is a controversial subject for some, but I grew up with it. I wasn't beaten, I didn't get bruises or broken bones... I just learned to obey. Nowadays, people will rule you out as a child abuser. I'm sorry but my child will wear their pants around their waist, my child will not ever lay a hand on me (and live), my child will not use profanity towards me or any respectable adult, and my child will be raised to respect people around them.
Comment please. I want your opinions on this.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Derek's Birthday
My boyfriend Derek's Birthday is coming up on the 14th. We are a new couple so I was pretty unsure of what to get him. I decided to ask a longtime friend of mine Peter (also Derek's best friend). He said to get him a video game. Preferably "Halo Wars." I personally think a video game is a little impersonal and when I asked Peter, his reply was, "How much more personal can you get?"
Maybe it's a "guy thing".....
Derek is also a Type 1 diabetic so he can't eat cake. This problem is still floating around in my brain. I've already taken it upon myself to Google diabetes (my philosophy on everything--- Goggle it!). I didn't learn anything more than Derek has already explained to me. I don't know, maybe I'll bake him a "sugar-free" cake.
Derek really has been growing on me quite a bit. He's the only guy I've ever dated that is as much of a dork as I am. He doesn't care that I play World of Warcraft, it doesn't bother him that I burp anytime the slightest bit of soda is present, and he doesn't mind (too much) that I occasionally drink and end up singing Cyndi Lauper on karaoke night.
Maybe it's a "guy thing".....
Derek is also a Type 1 diabetic so he can't eat cake. This problem is still floating around in my brain. I've already taken it upon myself to Google diabetes (my philosophy on everything--- Goggle it!). I didn't learn anything more than Derek has already explained to me. I don't know, maybe I'll bake him a "sugar-free" cake.
Derek really has been growing on me quite a bit. He's the only guy I've ever dated that is as much of a dork as I am. He doesn't care that I play World of Warcraft, it doesn't bother him that I burp anytime the slightest bit of soda is present, and he doesn't mind (too much) that I occasionally drink and end up singing Cyndi Lauper on karaoke night.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Things I would LOVE to say to customers...
* Don't stand next to the ATM and then proceed to ask me where it is. There is a huge yellow sign that says "ATM" on it. Open your eyes and look.
* Prepay means prepay. That doesn't mean come in and tell me to turn the damn pump on. Ain't going to happen.
* No, I am not a piece of white trailer trash that has five kids, on welfare, and working at a gas station. I live in an average neighborhood, have no kids, have served in the military and have been to college. No, I did not flunk out, I just cannot finish any of my degrees that
I started thanks to our wonderful economy.
* Get your kid away from the icee machine.
* That is a mop bucket not a trash can.
* Those big numbers above the pumps are so I know where to turn the gas on at. FYI there are four white trucks "over there." Be more specific.
* Get off your cell and talk to me like a normal human being before I punch you in the face.
* Yes my day is going well. Could you please clean up after yourself?
* Throw money at me one more time and I will jump over this counter...
* Prepay means prepay. That doesn't mean come in and tell me to turn the damn pump on. Ain't going to happen.
* No, I am not a piece of white trailer trash that has five kids, on welfare, and working at a gas station. I live in an average neighborhood, have no kids, have served in the military and have been to college. No, I did not flunk out, I just cannot finish any of my degrees that
I started thanks to our wonderful economy.
* Get your kid away from the icee machine.
* That is a mop bucket not a trash can.
* Those big numbers above the pumps are so I know where to turn the gas on at. FYI there are four white trucks "over there." Be more specific.
* Get off your cell and talk to me like a normal human being before I punch you in the face.
* Yes my day is going well. Could you please clean up after yourself?
* Throw money at me one more time and I will jump over this counter...
Monday, May 25, 2009
New puter! ;)
Due to the crashing of the "Crap Top" I have not been able to do any posts, so I apologize for that. I tried to do a post with the crackberry, but I had no luck with that one. I finally went out and bought a desktop. This thing is way better than the crap top ever was... more space, faster, less bs.... Love it!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I'm such a bitch...
*phone rings*
Me: "Name of my company...."
Bill Collector: "May I speak with Susan?"
Me: "Which one? We have two working here?"
Bill Collector: "Susan Dresser"
Me: "She's not here. Can I take a message?"
Bill Collector: "Have her call Tiffany at 888-456-7890."
Me: "Are you a bill collector?"
Bill Collector: "No."
Me: "Does this have to do anything to do with her employment here?"
Bill Collector: "No."
Me: "Then this is a personal matter and you are a bill collector. Call her home phone and don't call this number again."
Bill Collector: "She won't answer her home number..."
Me: "Hell, if I had people harassing me as much as you do her.... I wouldn't answer my phone either! This is a place of business. If you want to continue to harass her dial her home number. Not this one."
Bill collector: "Okay...."
Me: "Name of my company...."
Bill Collector: "May I speak with Susan?"
Me: "Which one? We have two working here?"
Bill Collector: "Susan Dresser"
Me: "She's not here. Can I take a message?"
Bill Collector: "Have her call Tiffany at 888-456-7890."
Me: "Are you a bill collector?"
Bill Collector: "No."
Me: "Does this have to do anything to do with her employment here?"
Bill Collector: "No."
Me: "Then this is a personal matter and you are a bill collector. Call her home phone and don't call this number again."
Bill Collector: "She won't answer her home number..."
Me: "Hell, if I had people harassing me as much as you do her.... I wouldn't answer my phone either! This is a place of business. If you want to continue to harass her dial her home number. Not this one."
Bill collector: "Okay...."
Monday, September 1, 2008
Moving....
Saturday evening I was over at Kayle's for another one of her mother's bbq's (yummy). It was a lot of fun but has also started a disagreement between Kayle and I. When I got there the first thing she says to me is "Couldn't you have worn something more supportive?" While looking at my chest. At this time I would like to say yes, I was very blessed by the Lord above when it comes to boobs. I would also like to say that for as big as they are, they are exactly where they should be. Anyway, I looked down then looked at Kayle's chest and replied, "Shouldn't you grow something to support instead of insulting the person who invented the bra?" After that I walked out front to smoke a cigarette (sue me hippies). A few minutes later Kayle walks out hugs me from behind and apologizes saying it was because she had an argument with her mother earlier. It might be just me but, what does that have to do with my large breasts that are sitting right where they are supposed to be? That comment of hers made me very paranoid the rest of the evening. I even asked her neighbor if they looked okay (neighbor's a chick)...
Well apparently that was just the beginning of a bad evening. A few minutes later my downstairs neighbor Carlotta called and told me I needed to get back to the apartments. I asked her why and she said that there was a shooting right outside my front door. I jumped in the car and hauled ass home. When I pulled in our steal gate had been hit by one of the cars and was bent all the way to the curb on the other side. Carlotta's boyfriend Jason heard the crash and opened the door to see what happened. When he opened it a guy pulled a gun to his head and said, "If you tell anyone I will come back for you."
Carlotta and Jason left to go stay with his parents in Joshua. Carlotta said she doesn't know if they will come back. I started looking for a new place this morning but haven't had any luck yet.
Well apparently that was just the beginning of a bad evening. A few minutes later my downstairs neighbor Carlotta called and told me I needed to get back to the apartments. I asked her why and she said that there was a shooting right outside my front door. I jumped in the car and hauled ass home. When I pulled in our steal gate had been hit by one of the cars and was bent all the way to the curb on the other side. Carlotta's boyfriend Jason heard the crash and opened the door to see what happened. When he opened it a guy pulled a gun to his head and said, "If you tell anyone I will come back for you."
Carlotta and Jason left to go stay with his parents in Joshua. Carlotta said she doesn't know if they will come back. I started looking for a new place this morning but haven't had any luck yet.
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