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Sherri Rawk On Girl!  

The God Comment I think, came from My Facebook Page...Ill mini blog my point on that, right now! If that's not what you mean then here's a Bonus Blog...lol!

Someone (several someone’s actually) I know shares a Facebook friendship with my Ex-husbands wife...Now as far as Ex's go...I keep everyone...so if I categorize you as my ex it means we've had sex, not necessarily married although in this case, I was married to him... and for the record I’ve not had sex with everyone Ive dated and I'm only on my second Marriage! Trust me ...I’m not interested in a third....I do however think My Ex-husband is a GOOD MAN, He is hard working, Loves his Family and never ever seems to treat anyone (he doesn’t know) ignorantly ON PURPOSE, He would never meet you and be rude or uppity, he helps people, and he genuinely likes people (HE CAN BE A DICK...BUT YOU HAVE TO MARRY HIM TO KNOW THAT)...Blah Blah Blah....This Lady, his wife, started out very pleasant and easy to get along with....I’m not saying she isn't still easy to get along with. She probably is for many people who know and love her. However, she strikes me as the type of person who believes her "Thoughts and Behaviors" are "NORMAL" for the World...and That's fine. She can feel however she chooses....because I choose to believe my opinion of her…

She in MY OPINION is not open minded enough to see past her beliefs to perhaps understand someone else beliefs or feelings.  It is "Serial~ Her way is the Only Way" and if you don't think like her YOU'RE wrong. I find that extremely hypocritical of someone Claiming to be a Christian...There's a lot of Back story...Just Bullshit Drama Really...In the end Ol Girl gets to act rude, say rude things, when she feels moved too and frankly I consider her a Bully... When someone like me comes along and gives her a spoon of her own medicine she becomes the Helpless VICTIM! I am then accused of Attacking Her...Like my to-do list that day read that way! Never mind she ran her mouth like she was running a marathon, had nothing nice to say in the process and when it was handed back to her she Back peddled and cried foul...Wah…"No fair I didn’t do nothing"....So now everyone BUT ME pretends she didn’t do anything wrong...It’s easier I guess than having to live with her tantrums...I don’t live with her so I don’t care...ALL OF THEM KNOW SHES A LIAR...She’s Shady...She plays people against each other. She doesn’t own her bullshit...point blank! So...I get NOTIFIED that her Facebook Status was a Prayer thanking God for having Patience With her and saying she loves her Husband and Children...GAG! I was incensed!

She doesn't claim HIS Children to Count on a normal basis!...His children defined IN MY OPINION need to be of his sperm~ With the exception of HER Daughter from another marriage, She counts!
God forbid anyone (Nor Should They) treat her daughter as a second rate party to the family! If they did... all hell would break loose… so we're clear here...the rules don’t apply  to her daughter…this of course by New Wifes actions rather than admissions...

My main problem with ol girl besides shes a lying two faced person....is...  my interpretation or her definition of Family. By example: If my EX had Raised an Orphan or Adopted a Child from infancy...You know as an example …which kind of he did...She would choose to introduce this child as his STEP/Adopted/Sponsored Child...Im not saying she did….Well ok yeah I am... She introduced both of my children as STEP…Her Step Son and His Step Daughter….Whatever…it makes my point though…Personally, I don’t believe Labeling the child he raised, or she is co parenting ,Either raising them for  a week or the rest of their lives as anything other than  "their children" is appropriate...It separates the children and creates a Hierarchy that shouldn't exist among family. One child should never be More Important then the other...EVER! Its not appropriate for the childs self esteem...It creates Monster Children PERIOD!
She also claims HE, her Husband is the  Mother Fucker of all Mother Fuckers to anyone who will listen...Not appropriate...Not now not ever! You wanna bitch to your best girlfriend about how awful your old man was ...thats one thing...But random people YOU DONT KNOW ...!!! Unacceptable!!! WHATEVER!!! My main Point...Cuz I have several... came from her   Thanking God on Facebook, and professing her Love On Facebook, as my belief its hypocritical...Considering in this case the man she was professing to love doesn’t even have an activated Facebook account, and even if he did ... the Children she loves are the ones she gave birth to and the ones she didn’t are the ones she should be apologizing too…whats an apology worth if you are apologizing to the wrong party? Unless by your post you’re asking for comments, compliments, or glory to your page… it seems pointless... You know to apologize, profess your love or Pray on a social network site….I mean really…You might as well blog!

Shouldn’t one rather, go to their Partner/or betrayed Take their Hands and APOLOGIZE Sincerely, Profess your LOVE to THEM...and let your future behaviors show your intent?...Instead to have put it on face book....And let’s say for the sake of argument, SHE did apologize appropriately or have a change of heart,( ie: Ol boys not the Mother Fucker of Mother Fuckers she claimed he was)...Is FACEBOOK the place for notification of said  intent…doesn’t that cheapen it?…I would think it would take away from the sincerity! Perhaps its not my place …to not find the intent to be sincere...I’m fairly sure anyone who knows her and isn’t afraid to speak up knows this crap posted isn’t sincere! I’m not objective perhaps! Since I already believe...Sorry means Shut up, and I love you means, Don’t be mad, I shopped again! Especially  when it comes from her! And the last time I claimed “BUT I DIDN’T DO NOTHING” I was in 3^rd grade and you best better believe I knew what I did!

So the God Part…(basically ALL PARTS) where she Placed it as a prayer or a conversation with her Higher Power…(In this Case She Claims GOD)…Well Frankly, it incited a RIOT within me! Im talking Burning Buildings and Looting Riot within me…(Perhaps its Satan)

See, it becomes even bigger then her false face of humble…The PRAYER format~ in and of itself…GAH!!!!

I tend to feel strongly about those that hide behind any religion as if that defines your character...Those people Just make me wanna PUKE! She is one of those PEOPLE in my book!

Seriously… PEOPLE! GOD! CAN! SEE! THROUGH! YOUR! BULL SHIT!...and, So can I! Don’t CLAIM Christian, BE CHRISTIAN...and this is why I trust very few "Christians!" If you have to tell me You’re a Good Christian then I immediately put up a trust barrier! I intentionally look for you to Lie, cheat, and basically screw up! It happens too, 99.9% of the time! Good Christians Fall From Their GRACE…ie: Pedestals! Because you idiot two faced jerks… you’re not perfect, Christ was supposed to be perfect, Your religion expects you to NOT BE PERFECT.. To be CHRIST LIKE, NOT CHRIST. Just because I’m NOT A CHRISTIAN DOESN’T MEAN FUNDAMENTALLY I DON’T UNDERSTAND CHRISTIANITY!

 I could just be biased though! Since Shes not my Facebook Friend... Although…she used to be...and in fairness…I did get this information via Second Hand Status…ie: COPY AND PASTE! So all this purging Im doing could be for not!!!

Also, for the record…I know that to claim here that she is a LIAR may be to some of you a bit STRONG! Well the fundamental difference between this lady and I is, I choose and OWN the Words I use…She LIED to me and TOLD ME she would lie if confronted…SO…for future reference: Don't ever act like you didn’t tell me something YOU certainly DID Say!~ I also don't misunderstand articulated English, It’s my first Language! So with that being said…don’t come at me as though I misunderstood, or misinterpreted your words! Because, You see…I’m also Fluent in Bullshit! If you're gonna lie about me, be smart enough not to Lie to me, About Me!
Ya Dig? Seriously, do I have “Ima Dumbass" written on my Hello my name is: sticker?

I’m not the sharpest tool in the Shed...And that’s Why I’m real good at Listening!!!

And that ...Dear Ex-husbands Wife, (and Muffinites) is exactly why (she) you are NOT MY VICTIM…You aren’t worth it to me, to be my victim! It wastes my energy! I at least have Respect and Passion for my victims! I've got nothing for you!

And looking back at the last 5 months, it has become abundantly clear... that having a good friend...who was once your BEST friend, Now EXHUSBAND is probably not a good idea either! We tried, and those around us wouldnt allow us to succeed...Id Say though, we gave it a pretty good shot! All Emotions and Affections set aside for the Once Was...It just aint!

So............Dear ExHusband, We cant be friends because, I cant stand Your Wife!
Im sorry I have to be this way...I just can't be two faced! I dont find it an attractive quality, as it appears you do! Your Children are Amazing and the Youngest stole my heart! I hope you and your wife live long and prosper! May she be your happiness,  after all You deserve to be Happy! Just not happier then her!
See ya at the Weddings, Funerals, Graduations, and what have you's that Our mutual Off Spring Require!

DONE!

....Now for You  My Sherri 'AMORE....for making a very good point! For Inspiring this cleansing blog,
You think....That I should thank my Ex?  Hmmmmmmmm ....Perhaps You are Right! As you so eloquently reminded me:

 "I think we should be thanking them." (OUR EX'S) "If it weren't for them, we might never have discovered how strong we really are!"........... Well, perhaps one day I just might do that!

Pass me the Effin Geritol...and  I need a wine chaser, lady!

Muffins in the Center! Standing In FRONT OF HER WORDS!

Mouth Challenge ...

Its not a race to the finish  this challenge of  mine! Its actually not got a real ending if you will! I am use to setting goals and personal challenges for myself...remember the Mind FUKC blog I did? (Say yes or click and go read...Dang really?) well Ive been searching and searching for the 

latest motivation, and actually it found me!

Its Actually Me!!!

A few of my readers (and based on comments, Id say none of you) have become my Facebook friends (Tag at the Bottom...Really People? Do I have to draw pictures?) and have the inside scoop to what often prompts my blogs. Im not a structured blogger by any means, and on occasion I blog Challenge with groups ie: BloggerStock. I often blog from the hip really.
So Back Story, Back Story, Back Story, you're finally caught up....

Ive decided that I will Practice Shutting my mouth! I know some of you (TERRY, ANGIE,  LOUM, OILFIELD) are placing bets on  my failure...and there in lies the challenge! My mouth gets me in trouble! I know if I say it, I should BACK IT UP! And, for the most part I can! However, I should learn to speak less for others! Especially if they've not asked for my opinion or have not lost their ability to speak and require my golden pipes out of necessity! 

You see, I know that Duct Tape is Silver because Silence is Golden, Its true! Sometimes, my opinion comes barreling out of me like projecting puke...I call it my passion. Lately, my Passion has Stymied my Progress and that cant happen! I often am so passionate about my opinion, that I want to convert the heathens to my logic....I sometimes get so caught up in things and people and my passion, that I cant see past it. Normally this Passion involves people...and I end up either taking on their exhaustive problems and or behaviors, or I take their lack of good decision so personally, that I attempt to stop the rotation of the Earth to get "it" done for them...Whatever "IT" is! (Im really good at run on sentences aren't I?) Controlling~ is what "IT" is...and I have no business controlling anyone but the Muffin! That my dears is codependency! If I love you... and You have a heroine addiction... Well let me paint my issues picture this way: I'm the jackass on Intervention that will Justify Buying you drugs, and Shooting you up, because, I would rather keep my eye on you, and I tell myself you're safe, while you are killing yourself, You know...cuz Im keeping an eye out, to make sure it doesn't go to far!  WELL HELLO DUMBASS! We already know when we're at this point that its gone too far! I know I should be  throwing you out and keeping myself safe! Can I get a "HELL DUH?"

See...I know the behaviors I exhibit while in this pattern...and I know that codependency is my addiction, and Ive wasted the last five months running up a down escalator, and I knew the whole time  that I was dealing with dysfunction and couldn't get myself off...(the escalator you pervy effers!) It was a reminder from the Universe that even though I think Ive got it figured out...that I must still practice good choices! I'm also now keenly aware that I'm easily pulled back into the dysfunction of some! I must be strong like Jedi Warrior to not fall back! So, from this day forward, I shut my mouth! I offer no additional help to those who choose to swim in the quick sand of Dysfunction! And So... my loyal Muffinites (All 5 of you!) Thanks! (thanks too, to the 29 followers that just follow me to increase my ego)....I do Love Ya Bitchess! I must though  really ... LOVE ME! So I'm Dusting off of the road dirt of the last 5 months and catching up with my future! I cant believe its been 5 months!

What an utter waste of months!
Not Getting stuck on Stoopid from today forward!
Moving on to the next one!
Whoot! Sing it JAYZ!
Watch me go!!

~TAXI!!!!!

~Muffins on the Move Baby!

Embrace Your Mouth!

On this National Holiday, where we take a moment and observe the Life and Speech of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. ....Where we close Banks and Government Offices, The Children of all Races and Colors get to sleep in and all to allow for the Remembrance Of One Mans Dream...Albeit, Shared by many! His passion for his beliefs...lead a nation and ultimately cost him his life! I'm not saying my mouth will cause my death...It could I suppose..However, I find it Ironic that Some grown ass adults choose to Shut The Fuck UP (From this point forward referred to as STFU)...when impassioned or perhaps not so impassioned... but impassioned enough that they STFU to punish or pretend that others don't exist ... Yes I mean the Silent Treatment...Yes I take it personally! And frankly If you think Im talking about you...You are probably right! You They (in general) STFU with such passion that its practically emblazoned with Diamonds!

Thats Right! STFU with Bling! See... I find STFU~Ing very hard to do! I actually find STFU~ing Impossible if I'm impassioned about something! Ive Tried Everything! Even Duck Tape! To no Avail! God forbid you expect me to STFU when I feel Like you've wronged someone I love, Pissed on my boots, or Your standing there running your pie hole and everything falling out of your mouth is ridiculously wrong. In that instance, 

I will tell you:

However, the rules of engagement require engagement! You aren't allowed to Shut The Fuck Up STFU because you think that shutting up will make Me problems go away! It Wont! AND NOTE THIS...  A Certain Some of You... I KNOW THAT YOU DO THAT JUST TO MAKE ME EFFING NUTZ AND YOU WANT ME TO GO ALL PREMENOPAUSAL PSYCHO ON YOUR QUIET ASS  ON PURPOSE!   IN FACT, IT'S SO OFTEN I'M BEGINNING TO THINK YOU:

Note also: Your shutting up isn't punishing ME! Its Punishing YOU! It allows me the stage to run my mouth continue talking! To VOICE my opinion! God Knows I have an Opinion! I also know that Shutting Up and Shutting Down are not the Same thing! They are two very Different things! Neither are Constructive or Productive!

Also Shutting Up and Shutting down does not make the world brighter or better or your troubles (ME) go away! It just makes them Louder! Really Loud! Loud~ Loud!
I promise if You Open Your Mouth to Speak...You will be louder then Voices in Your Head and Primarily, the Voices in Your Head are talking all kids of crap!

And Considering I probably WANT to hear From You. It might also make me STFU....You never know! Ok ....I doubt it, but it doesn't mean I wont try!

Speak! Be Heard! 

Mouthy Muffin 

Nose in the corner-->

Until she acts right!

I wish that had only been a dream ...

Ever wake up and think Dang that dream was too real?
Or wake up exhausted from the dreams activity the night before?
Or wake up pissed off because of a dream that your significant other did something dastardly to you whilst slumbering?
Remember being a Kid and Dreaming about Peeing to wake up in a wet bed????????
No? Seriously? That never Happened to you?

LIAR!

Dont you wish we could take back some of "real life" and trade it in for dream world? I wish I could rewind time just a few months mind you, not go back too far ...and trade in reality for dream world...Like take a real Situation place it under my pillow like a tooth for the Tooth Fairy and wake up with it only ever having been a dream....That would be nice! 

Never Mind that I would potentially have woken up from a Night Mare,  It would have only been a dream...gone with the Shower and swallowed with the Mornings Coffee and forgotten by Lunch Time!

Yeah, That would be Nice!

Muffin in the Corner!

Comments Down there!

 

All about The Mind Fuck and Oh how it hurts so good!

I'm a pretty confident cookie! The scariest thing I ever did as a Big Girl was leave my first marriage! I had a plan... it started out in 1/4 mile increments and I arrived 700+ Miles  later a new person, scared to look back, afraid to look to forward...everyone said it'll get easier ... and in some ways it did and in some ways it got harder... Ive had people say OMG! You're so Strong, How'd you do it??? Well go back and reread... It appears I ran away! It worked for me...its a bit of a chickenshit way to do it...but it worked for me, as did setting goals! I set myself up for long range success..."Gotta be strong" was what I told myself everyday for 2+ years...I also compiled a list of things I would Mind Fuck Myself with in order to Keep Moving Forward and Not Look Back:

Tattoo ...Check... Check... Check! Cuz dang you cant get just one! I always heard people say you get addicted to ink...Well its true!!! It also was something My EX disapproved of...so I got the First one out of spite and to give me strength... Because I could never go back if I had a Tattoo...I got the Other two because I LIKED IT! The only thing keeping me from looking like Jesse James' next Girlfriend is the business I'm in! Seriously I would be covered in them if it were more readily accepted! Tattoo 4 will be a Rib Wrap to my back and will incorporate My first Tattoo...cuz after 6 years of it being on my back... Ive come to this realization: THE REASON I PUT IT THERE PISSES ME OFF! If I wanted to color myself like a Fun pad I should have! No man will ever have the say over what I do with my body! So Dear Tattoo Number 1, I looked at you really closely today, and I decided...I don't really like you....YOU'VE got to Go!!!
Artists Apply at Bransfun@yahoo.com please!!! I have tattoos on my ribs so for you tatted up people please don't tell me that is the worst place to put them...I know it hurts like hell... and Its my opinion the more the Tattoo hurts the happier it makes me!  Which scares me a little...cuz um, I'm thinking I like the pain! Which adds to this part of the blog: Tattoos are Mind Fucks that HURT SO GOOD!!!

In finding my inner control freak....I too Decided I would not smoke ever again....OK, well I did smoke a Cigarette...Ok 2... On November 24th and 25th 2010! YES I DID and I LOVED EVERY DAMN MINUTE OF IT....'cept it made my hair stink...I didn't like that part! I realized that its really easy to smoke after having quit for almost Three years...TOO EASY...actually Those Cigarettes...Both of them were fantastic...Euphoric...BETTER THEN SEX... AND I THINK IVE HAD SOME PRETTY GREAT SEX!
I absolutely must NOT ever smoke another Cigarette! If you Smoke and I try to Bum one, You tell me NO!!!!! Someone once said to me when I inquired about the possibility of even one cigarette making a born again previous smoker, smoke again..."No you'd have to smoke like a pack before the Old Habits returned or the craving for the Nicotine kicked in....One cigarette wont hurt ya! It'll probably make you sick!"  Well person who told me that...the actual drag and inhale off that first cigarette was ecstasy! It did not make me sick, it did not give me a BUZZ perhaps because I was already Buzzing from Vodka...it filled me with a warm fuzzy...like a Home Again Feeling....So I decided the Next Night NO VODKA...to smoke another one...GUESS what.....It did not make me sick, it did not give me a BUZZ ...it filled me with a warm fuzzy...like a Home Again Feeling. A Mind Fuck that Hurts SO Good....

As I wander...almost too slowly into 2011, I find a lot of Opportunity ahead of me...and a lot of Scary ahead of me, because as of late, Im feeling a little less confident then the Girl Who Ran Away almost 7 years ago! I feel a little lost...almost like Ive broken up with someone, or Ive lost something of Value, Like there's this One Thing I was Suppose to Do but for the Life of Me I cant figure out what Im forgetting... There's a combination of Dread and Excitement in the feeling. Its a FOG that I cant see.... it but I feel it...and alas, Ive felt this way before... to say the least...So I guess it can only be that Im looking for my motivation...Perhaps a renewed commitment  to enter the next chapter of my life!
Perhaps, I just need a Great Mind Fuck to push me ....Suggestions?

Muffin loves when you use the Comments!

Im a total Christmas Dick! I want 8 More Inchs...AND I WANT IT NOW!

So back in the Day...when I wasn't Jewish, was a satin worshiper, was a Christmas Nympho... I was married to Husband Number 1...and Yes I'm am counting them...I don't care if Husband Two is nervous about it and Husband Three likely wont even be able to control his bowels  my new found love of Vodka so he better make good money...(I'm a Grey Goose Girl! The Thirty Dollar Bottle will fit in a stocking, Just saying!)
I would get all in the Holiday Spirit and decorate the house, the Tree, the Fireplace, the Dog,...anything that sat in one spot long enough was promptly tinseled and bowed...That's how I rolled....Elvis Presley Christmas was blasting on the Alpine Boom Box (Don't Hate! I wasn't rich! Fuckers!) Cookies were cooking in the oven and I was planning the joys of Christmas Morning ...The minute I woke up on Veterans Day! That's Right! VETERANS DAY! I started all the Christmas leg work...because the Day After Thanksgiving was when the Tree went up... all 9 ft of her skinny yet tall pre-lited beautiful self! The Saturday after Thanksgiving was my annual Sex Toy Hen Party! So the House had to be Done! Husband One would climb on the Roof and Hang my lights from the Highest Reversed Gable and the Holiday spirit was upon us!

And so with the Passing of Husband One..(Hes not Dead...YET!) and the entry of Husband Two...new traditions had to be set....So.....Off I went to purchase the tall skinny cousin of my previous pre-lited tree...9.5 Feet cuz suck it Husband One...I wanted more and so I gotta whole 'nother 5 inchs! (Don't you kid yourself either Bitches...BIGGER IS ALWAYS BETTER!) Adorned her with Blue and Silver and Glass and Gold ornaments threw the Elvis Blue Christmas CD in the Computer...(still no effing stereo) and proceeded to Cry...and Be Miserable every Christmas Since! With the Exception of Christmas 2004 when for a brief moment I was so zooted outta my mind on Amaretto and whatever that funny smelling cigarette was my sister had...that I enjoyed myself for a minute...But that was all just 60 seconds...cuz  then I walked in my room and came face to face with My Brother in laws very White Ass...ooooo don't let me wander too far off the Christmas path....another Blog for another Day....Where was I? Oh Yeah....I hate Christmas in general now that my family was ripped apart by divorce and mayhem, so much so that I make a project out of being a miserable bitch as holiday happy as possible...and this year I have to fake the funk...even harder...cuz Tree 2 took a shit last year and when the ornaments came off and the tree came down... we had to make the decision to throw it away! The pre-lits weren't and the Overall heat and Humidity had done a number on the nylon pine needles and the Silk Wrap around the Branches looked like Old  Sistah Weave gone wrong....It was Time! The tree was disposed of!
So I now have to find a new Tree...Grrrrr... I hate Christmas...UNTIL.... Husband Two tried really hard to redeem the holiday for me by saying....Hey Brandie....I found you a great 10FT tree, I have a Buddy who was gonna get rid of it, they just don't have the room....I was like.... WTF for Reals? Squeeee!!!! I was so Happy I made potty a happy dance!  I was like Yea Yea Chucka Chucka... Twist Twist..Whoop Whoop....That happy dance was all DWTS Bristol Palin can Suck it ....and then slowly slowly slowly it came ...it all came crashing to a Halt! As I look Upward....Tears Welling in my eyes...Gone Was My 11 ft Cathedral Ceiling ...My 9 ft 3in ceiling of first Husbands house is now being adorned by first husbands second wife..(Oh thats right... Im counting his wives too! He couldnt make me Happy and Im so low maintenance Im like an army crawl...no way in hell hell find his happily ever after....)
It dawns on me....I dont think that ceiling is ten feet tall..........OMG! I DONT THINK ITS TEN FEET TALL...quick Husband Two~ how tall is the fucking ceiling? He says its taller then nine feet...But we'd be lucky if its 9.5....Im now Screaming GET A MEASURING TAPE.........9Ft 2 Inchs! An INCH Smaller then Husband 1's...8 Inches shorter then the tree................Ive never been so pissed off about 8 inches in all my days! Did I mention I HATE CHRISTMAS? More disappointment....AND.....as if this story doesnt make you want to tie yourself to train tracks......the Ten Foot Tree somehow became a FAT 7.5 Christmas Spruce in a Ten Foot Christmas Box! Really? A Fat Squat Tree....who the Eff wants a Fat Squat ~Trailer Looking Tree? I don't care how very little it costs! OMG! OMG! OMG! Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ive officially become a Tall Two Year Old!

Seriously! I'm not Kidding! I couldn't make this shit up!
I quit! Fuck Christmas! Somebody hand me the Vodka!

Crusty Muffin!

Blogger Stock! Things Im not Thankful For!

Its been a While Since I blogged! Sorry Ive been Distracted! Heres the Next Installment of Blogger Stock! To read all the BloggerStock Posts copy and paste the links!
1. CkretsGalore http://kickherrightinthehabit.blogspot.com/
2. Gillian http://ohemgillie.wordpress.com
3. Sinjari http://mystaceus.blogspot.com/
4. Toya Burford http://missyoulove.org
5. Alex http://www.icewolf08.com
6. Leanna Vera http://lwood15.blogspot.com/
7. Jennifer B http://jlobug.blogspot.com
8. Michael Venske http://michaelvenske.com/blog/
9. That Ain't Kosher kosherthis.blogspot.com
10. Gabriel http://playfulparadox.blogspot.com
11. Risha http://epitaphforaheart.wordpress.com
12. MandyMoore http://therealmandymoore.com
13. Alexandra the Tsaritsa http://theTsaritsasez.com/
14. Bransfun http://muffinsfun.blogspot.com/
15. Riley http://wayfaring-stranger.com

You can find my Bloggerstock post at http://wayfaring-stranger.com

Enjoy! ~Muffin

Hello everyone and welcome. My name is Alexandra the Tsaritsa of the Tsaritsa sez and I am
here today for a blog ring called Bloggerstock. If you go to my site
today you will see a blog posting up by the lovely Mandy Moore. Go and
do that, but only after you read this entry!

For this month's installment of Bloggerstock, we were asked to tell
the world the things for which we are NOT thankful. If I made a
complete and comprehensive list of all the shit that pisses me off,
well I don't think you'd have the time to read it, and frankly I don't
feel the need to spend a hundred pages ranting about all of the stupid
things people do and why it irritates me. No. That's not what the
season of Thanksgiving is about. It's about gathering around a table
full of good food with your friends and family and as the wine kicks
in the conversation starts to get more heated and finally everyone's
chattin S and cornbread is being flung across the table. Am I right?
So here's a brief list of the things I am not thankful for:

1) People who go out of their way to be a dick. This one lady bit my
head off when I asked her to "please hold the door" for the elevator
at my old office building. She had just gotten in the elevator as I
was entering the building and it only took her a second to hold the
door for me to get in. She huffed and puffed until she got to her
floor, and she said something nasty which I shrugged off and don't
remember. Maybe she was having a bad day, but that's still no reason
to take it out on a complete stranger. I've also experienced a lot of random and unwarranted rudeness in my years working in customer
service jobs where it was my duty to be kind and helpful to everyone.
People take advantage of kindness, or interpret courtesy for
insincerity. People are weird.

2) People who hurt/are mean to animals. Animals are so wonderful. I
don't think you should kill an animal unless you are going to eat it,
and I believe we need to protect endangered species, like the Big Cats
that poachers are killing off all over the world. It's wrong, and it's
very sad to me that certain animals that I love may not be around for
much longer, through no fault of their own. People need to get a grip
and stop massacring wildlife.

3) Insects and grime. Yuck. Nothing is a bigger turn-off for me than a
dirty kitchen or swarms of flies. Soooo nasty.

4) Pimples. I really thought that by now I wouldn't have to worry
about getting zits. I guess that was just a teenage fantasy, that once
you reach adulthood pimples become a thing of the past. Nope.

5) Being broke. I'm used to being thrifty and have never been much of
a big spender. I think my biggest buy ever was an iPod four years ago.
Not spending money isn't a problem, but it's nice to know that there's money available if I need it. It really sucks that I can't put any
money away for savings because I have no money in the first place.
Pretty much all of my funds go to bills and student loan payments. It
really sucks to feel desperate.

6) Infomercials and TV channels that stop showing actual programs at
midnight. What is this, the 1970s? Why is it that people who stay up
past the late shows have nothing to watch on television besides
advertisements about losing weight and removing unsightly back and ass
hair? Us night owls wanna watch shows! Who makes these decisions about
program schedules, I'd really like to know so I can tell them that
while they may go to bed at eight o'clock on the dot every night, that
not everyone else does. Some of us like to kick back and relax to the
soothing sounds and visual delights of the boob tube. Why won't you
appease us?

So, that's my list, folks. I could keep going but something inside me
says that you probably have other things going on in your life and
reading my blog isn't the highest priority. It's all right, I
understand. I can only hope that you enjoyed this little entry and
that you will take a look at my blog sometime in the future. Why not
now? the Tsaritsa sez

Alexandra M. Naughton
http://www.theTsaritsasez.com/