Just kill me

In response to Rude Cactus’ recent post about this whole Terri Shiavo thing. I hereby join in with other bloggers in making it public my intention (which my husband already knows): If I ended up in a vegatative state, brain dead, or any other kind of ailment that left me incapable of making my own decision, remaining unconscious, and/or 100% dependable on mechanical assistance (i.e. breathing machine, feeding tubes) for a prolonged period of time without a realistic chance for recovery other than putting me in suspended animation or cryogenic freeze, please do me a favor and pull the fucking...
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Raging against the machine

This morning I was rudely cut off twice by the same guy, the lead grey Ford Escape. I usually don’t get that vengeful and road rage-y over people cutting me off, but this guy got my goat. First, as I was in line getting on the metered on ramp like everyone else, the Escape came speeding up in the carpool only entrance, and despite the lack of space between my car and the car in front of me, he stuck his nose in front of my car, inches from my left corner bumper, with no signal what soever, and of...
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End Days

Lawmaker Seeks to End Sexy Cheerleading Here’s the first Horseman of the epocalypse of the Home of the FREE. Texas is quickly becoming the spawning point of The Handmaid’s Tale’s Republic of Gilead. Scary. One of those moments that make me wonder about W. Bush sometimes…...
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Longest day EVAH!

4:45 a.m. – Woke up to get ready to get to work by 6:30 a.m. Ahh, the special once a month board member meetings my company has. 5:45 a.m. – Exit Adams. Swung into McDonald’s and had me a McGriddle. Didn’t think I’d like the sweet pancake like substance with the salty sausage and egg since I don’t like mixing my syrupy pancake with other things, but surprisingly I do like this McGriddle crap. 6:15 a.m. – First one in the office. 6:30 a.m. – The rest of Investor Relations dept. (read: all girls) arrived. We packed up and headed...
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Ghetto bird watching

I was going to start keeping count of how many helicopter I see flying by my window each day. I would count a pass i.e. the same helcopter went by twice, I’d count that as 2. But I haven’t really looked up enough to accurately count them lately. And then of course this morning I have to hear the radio news about possible terrorist threats from private planes and helicopters since the smaller airport security is not as good as the larger one. Great. Now I get nervous every time I spot a ghetto bird. Not that being on a...
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