I am one of those that totally believes in what goes around comes around...also known as Karma. I would like to think that being a good person will somehow pay itself off with all the stresses I have under gone lately.
But yesterday, I could have blown it all.
I rented a movie on Saturday night for the first time ever at the RedBox. If you don't know what the RedBox is, it is like a vending machines for movies! Totally awesome! It only costs a dollar plus tax per night you keep the movie. So, if you only keep the movie for one night you only pay a dollar as opposed to the $4 or so for a Blockbuster rental. I am now a RedBox fan.
So I rented my movie, took it home and watched it. Turns out Made of Honor is a pretty cute flick. I really wanted to rent Rachel Getting Married, but they must have been sold out because it wasn't on the menu. I almost shed a little tear. hehe. But, all-in-all I was satisfied with my selection.
Sunday about 8:30 p.m. I got home and realized I needed to return my movie before 9 p.m. So, I got my movie and pulled in to McDonald's where my local RedBox is. Soon as I pulled up I noticed something a bit strange. It looked as though a movie had be sticking out. I walked up, and sure enough...someone had not completely returned their movie. It was stuck. I pulled the movie out and returned mine.
I jokingly on the phone said I should keep this movie since someone was dumb enough to leave it sticking out, and then I was curious to see what the movie was. I opened it up and it was something like america loves birds I think. Anyways, it was nothing I cared to see. But, I still had the debate in my brain to take it home and watch it, to keep it because they needed to be taught a lesson or be a nice person and return it for them.
Think...
Think...
Think...
Well, since this blog is titled good karma, you probably know that I did the right thing and returned the dvd. I figured that I needed as much karma as I could get and I don't need anymore negativity in my life right now. But, the thought crossed my mind, so I can only hope that being the nice person I am, will be handsomely rewarded.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
And this is how I would get shot....
I don't know if any of you have heard this, but it was the talk of the office today. Ryan Moats, a Texas NFL player, was stopped by a police officer in the parking lot of a Plano, Texas, hospital. He floated a red light and a stop sign, but had a legitimate cause. His mother-in-law was in the hospital and had only minutes to live.
The cop proceeded to argue with Moats and delay him from seeing his mother-in-law. He even threatened to screw his life up. Talk about the nerve?
Here's an excerpt from the conversation:
Apparently the cop drew a gun on them and pointed at them. Keep in mind this is only part of the conversation. The sad thing is the woman died while Moats was being held hostage by the cop.
Like the title says, if it were me I would have gotten shot. I would have taken off running and my the cop follow me. I mean honestly, why would a criminal pull into an ER parking lot?
Here is the video:
The cop proceeded to argue with Moats and delay him from seeing his mother-in-law. He even threatened to screw his life up. Talk about the nerve?
Here's an excerpt from the conversation:
“Get in there!” the cop yelled. “Let me see your hands!”
“My mom is dying,” she explained to him.
Powell was undeterred.
“I saw in his eyes that he really did not care,” Tamishia Moats said. “Honestly, I don’t think I cared that he had a gun pointed at me. My train of thought is that I’m going to see my mom in the hospital before she dies.”
Tamishia Moats and her great-aunt ignored the officer and headed into the hospital. “I put my hands on the car so he couldn’t say I reached for something,” Ryan said. “He didn’t ask me to put my hands on the car. I just did it to try to protect myself. I was pleading with him.”
He tried to explain the situation to the officer.
“I waited until no traffic was coming,” Moats told the cop, explaining his passage through the red light. “I got seconds before she’s gone, man.”
The cop demanded his license and proof of insurance. Moats produced his license but said he didn’t know where the insurance paperwork was.
“Just give me a ticket or whatever,” he said, beginning to sound exasperated and a little argumentative.
“Shut your mouth,” the cop told him. “You can cooperate and settle down, or I can just take you to jail for running a red light.”
There was more back and forth.
“If you’re going to give me a ticket, give me a ticket.”
“Your attitude says that you need one.”
“All I’m asking you is just to hurry up.”
The cop began a lecture.
“If you want to keep this going, I’ll just put you in handcuffs,” the cop said, “and I’ll take you to jail for running a red light.”
Apparently the cop drew a gun on them and pointed at them. Keep in mind this is only part of the conversation. The sad thing is the woman died while Moats was being held hostage by the cop.
Like the title says, if it were me I would have gotten shot. I would have taken off running and my the cop follow me. I mean honestly, why would a criminal pull into an ER parking lot?
Here is the video:
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday makes one month...
So Friday makes one month since my mother's funeral. I know I haven't written about it on here, and wasn't sure I would ever be able to. But here is my attempt to at least express a little bit of these feelings that never seem to go away.
On February 24, 2009 I received a phone call saying my mother had passed away. It was about 4:15 p.m. and I was sitting at my desk until I lost all composure. I ran into the bathroom and proceeded to cry my eyes out and scream and cuss. I am positive the entire floor heard me and that probably the one under and above me did as well. I couldn't contain myself. I honestly felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and torn into little pieces right in front of me....sadly that feeling hasn't gone away since.
My mother was my hero, a woman I only hoped to aspire to be. She had me at 16-years-old and instead of doing the easy thing, she became a mother. She overcame several illnesses and she worked through a lot of injuries. She was a fighter to say the least.
Growing up wasn't easy with such a young mom, it never is, but I would never change anything. Well I guess I would do it all again just to spend more time with her. I also have siblings that I love very much. I have two sisters 18 and 6 and one brother who is 8. Big age gap right?
Here's the kicker...my mom was 42...barely.
Even though it has been a month we don't have an answer on how she died. While she had some medical problems, she had the best week of her life prior to her passing. And was the most active I had seen her since she was in her last car wreck. I saw her just a few days before and spent a few hours with her. I don't know what I would have done if I had to tell her I couldn't have made it. I already feel guilty for not spending as much time with her as I should have. It is driving me absolutely mad not knowing what happened.
Not to mention I can't get it out of my head that she isn't here and everything I will miss out on experiencing with her. I got an invitation to a wedding and all I could thing of is my mom won't be there for mine, I see mother's day commericals and think wow I don't have anyone to buy a present for, I think about being a mother someday and realize I don't have that person to hold my hand when things get tough.
Then I think about my two little siblings and how much this will change their lives. I also think about how my sister and I will have to step in as "pseudo-mommy" knowing we could never be that woman. It just isn't right. No child should have to lose their parent at such a young age. Especially a woman as kind hearted and loving as my mom.
There are people on the streets every day killing people like it's no big deal. Yet, my mother is ripped off this planet like she didn't deserve it. And now I have to figure out a way to put myself together and help my dad pick up the pieces.
Every night I find myself begging for one last chance to tell her I love here, one last chance to call her and once last hug.
Four months prior to that I lost my grandmother and still haven't be able to completely grieve her loss. A few years before that I lost my grandfather. Growing up these were the three most important people in my life. They were the only family I ever felt close to, and now I lost them all.
It just hurts, and sadly I'm crying my eyes out as I write this.
All I can say is this, I know it is easy to take your family for granted, I did it myself. But one tip I can pass on is try to let them know you love them as much as possible because one day you could end up in my boat, completely unsure why you lost someone so important.
I'm sorry if this seems all rambled, I really just wrote down some of the thoughts in my head. I guess it is more of an "unconventional post."
If anyone has gone through the same thing and has some advice feel free to email me at swooningthecity@gmail.com.
On February 24, 2009 I received a phone call saying my mother had passed away. It was about 4:15 p.m. and I was sitting at my desk until I lost all composure. I ran into the bathroom and proceeded to cry my eyes out and scream and cuss. I am positive the entire floor heard me and that probably the one under and above me did as well. I couldn't contain myself. I honestly felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and torn into little pieces right in front of me....sadly that feeling hasn't gone away since.
My mother was my hero, a woman I only hoped to aspire to be. She had me at 16-years-old and instead of doing the easy thing, she became a mother. She overcame several illnesses and she worked through a lot of injuries. She was a fighter to say the least.
Growing up wasn't easy with such a young mom, it never is, but I would never change anything. Well I guess I would do it all again just to spend more time with her. I also have siblings that I love very much. I have two sisters 18 and 6 and one brother who is 8. Big age gap right?
Here's the kicker...my mom was 42...barely.
Even though it has been a month we don't have an answer on how she died. While she had some medical problems, she had the best week of her life prior to her passing. And was the most active I had seen her since she was in her last car wreck. I saw her just a few days before and spent a few hours with her. I don't know what I would have done if I had to tell her I couldn't have made it. I already feel guilty for not spending as much time with her as I should have. It is driving me absolutely mad not knowing what happened.
Not to mention I can't get it out of my head that she isn't here and everything I will miss out on experiencing with her. I got an invitation to a wedding and all I could thing of is my mom won't be there for mine, I see mother's day commericals and think wow I don't have anyone to buy a present for, I think about being a mother someday and realize I don't have that person to hold my hand when things get tough.
Then I think about my two little siblings and how much this will change their lives. I also think about how my sister and I will have to step in as "pseudo-mommy" knowing we could never be that woman. It just isn't right. No child should have to lose their parent at such a young age. Especially a woman as kind hearted and loving as my mom.
There are people on the streets every day killing people like it's no big deal. Yet, my mother is ripped off this planet like she didn't deserve it. And now I have to figure out a way to put myself together and help my dad pick up the pieces.
Every night I find myself begging for one last chance to tell her I love here, one last chance to call her and once last hug.
Four months prior to that I lost my grandmother and still haven't be able to completely grieve her loss. A few years before that I lost my grandfather. Growing up these were the three most important people in my life. They were the only family I ever felt close to, and now I lost them all.
It just hurts, and sadly I'm crying my eyes out as I write this.
All I can say is this, I know it is easy to take your family for granted, I did it myself. But one tip I can pass on is try to let them know you love them as much as possible because one day you could end up in my boat, completely unsure why you lost someone so important.
I'm sorry if this seems all rambled, I really just wrote down some of the thoughts in my head. I guess it is more of an "unconventional post."
If anyone has gone through the same thing and has some advice feel free to email me at swooningthecity@gmail.com.
Soldier haters?
Over the weekend I saw one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. No, it wasn't someones gashed opened head, Star Jones' anorexic new body in a bikini or the homeless guys smiling with no teeth. Instead, it was the freedom of speech gone wrong. Now let me be let say a few things before I tell the story. I am an avid supporter of the Freedom of Speech, I do after all work in the media. I believe everyone has to right to say and believe what they want. I do not frown on people's opinions 99% of the time (not that I always agree) and think you can believe in who or whatever you want to.
But this weekend I thought twice about all those opinions. Never in my life I have been more disgusted by the actions of five men standing on a street corner by my place.
On Saturday afternoon I was driving home after running some errands and when I came up to the stop light I saw a group of people, and then I really saw them.
There was a group of people dressed in Middle Eastern clothes preaching. OK that's fine, but that's not what got me. Next to them was a man dressed as a soldier who was tied up.
The first thing that popped into my head was, wow how have these men not been shot? I say that because I live in the buckle of the Bible belt and let me tell you, these people don't kid around. Most people here aren't Bible thumpers, but they typically are religious and they do support the troops. You can look around and see the ribbons everywhere.
Like I said, I was appalled. I support the troops no matter what. They are the one's having to deal with the war and making sure our country stays safe. While I might not agree with the war, I do know they can't go against government orders.
So God Bless the Troops, please come home safely.
I'm back, at least I hope...
Wow, it has been a crazy few weeks. My life was rocked with my 50+ hour work weeks and trying to manage sleeping at least 6 hours. Talk about insane. I am still incredibly tired. Two days off was not enough, not to mention I didn't get any lay around in my pajama's time.
So yeah, here's a little post to say I'm back. I hope you all missed me as much as I missed you.
Also...
I bought a new purse on ebay, what do you think?
So yeah, here's a little post to say I'm back. I hope you all missed me as much as I missed you.
Also...
I bought a new purse on ebay, what do you think?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I'm being a bad blogger
Sorry I haven't written anything!! My job is driving me crazy and working me to death. This whole 50+ hours a week isn't helping me in the slightest bit.
My co-worker is never here and when she isn't here I have to do her work. I am pretty sure she has used all of her 4 weeks of leave already, keep in mind that leave started in January. The sad thing is it is b.s. excuses as to why she can't be here, like "I ate tomatoes and think I have ecoli." And when she isn't here my life turns into complete hell. I have to do two people's jobs and I literally work 10 more more hours a day every day.
Well she has been gone for a week and a half and yesterday was supposed to be her day back. Then today, she calls in. I'm like wtf? Apparently she was in "pain." I'm thinking you don't call in sick the day after your return from vacation. But, my boss let her off and once again turned me into his lil slave. Grrrr it makes me mad.
Anyways, I could continue to write you a novel on stories from my office and what not, but since I am having to work my ass off I don't have time. Hope you guys are all having a wonderful week.
Oh, here is a crazy video my friend sent me, maybe I should do this myself. :)
My co-worker is never here and when she isn't here I have to do her work. I am pretty sure she has used all of her 4 weeks of leave already, keep in mind that leave started in January. The sad thing is it is b.s. excuses as to why she can't be here, like "I ate tomatoes and think I have ecoli." And when she isn't here my life turns into complete hell. I have to do two people's jobs and I literally work 10 more more hours a day every day.
Well she has been gone for a week and a half and yesterday was supposed to be her day back. Then today, she calls in. I'm like wtf? Apparently she was in "pain." I'm thinking you don't call in sick the day after your return from vacation. But, my boss let her off and once again turned me into his lil slave. Grrrr it makes me mad.
Anyways, I could continue to write you a novel on stories from my office and what not, but since I am having to work my ass off I don't have time. Hope you guys are all having a wonderful week.
Oh, here is a crazy video my friend sent me, maybe I should do this myself. :)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Oh, St. Paddy's Day...
...how I miss getting up at 6 a.m. for green beer, green eggs and green ham.
It has been a few years now since I have been able to join in on the typical St. Paddy's Day festivities and I am now blaming adulthood. What the hell?
Today I was sitting at work thinking about how much I missed some of my wild college days. Especially a day like today, where it is totally acceptable to drink all day. Not to mention your teeth turning green to prove you are in the holiday spirit. Alas...
I work an odd schedule, and I seriously debated getting up this morning to go amongst the madness, but in the end decided it would be a bad idea. I don't think my boss would enjoy it if I showed up withbeer on my breath green teeth.
So why don't you go out tonight you ask?
Well I had every intention of doing so until my co-worker, who has been gone for over a week, decided she need another day. Never mind the fact that I have been doing three people's job all this time. Why would someone like me need a break? But that is a whole new story.
So tonight, when I finally get to go home I plan on opening up a beer, throwing some green food coloring and enjoying my green teeth.
I hope everyone had a wonderful St. Paddy's Day and stayed safe!
*This post is completely random and just some random thoughts that ran through my mind. I can't be held accountable due to work deliriousness.
It has been a few years now since I have been able to join in on the typical St. Paddy's Day festivities and I am now blaming adulthood. What the hell?
Today I was sitting at work thinking about how much I missed some of my wild college days. Especially a day like today, where it is totally acceptable to drink all day. Not to mention your teeth turning green to prove you are in the holiday spirit. Alas...
I work an odd schedule, and I seriously debated getting up this morning to go amongst the madness, but in the end decided it would be a bad idea. I don't think my boss would enjoy it if I showed up with
So why don't you go out tonight you ask?
Well I had every intention of doing so until my co-worker, who has been gone for over a week, decided she need another day. Never mind the fact that I have been doing three people's job all this time. Why would someone like me need a break? But that is a whole new story.
So tonight, when I finally get to go home I plan on opening up a beer, throwing some green food coloring and enjoying my green teeth.
I hope everyone had a wonderful St. Paddy's Day and stayed safe!
*This post is completely random and just some random thoughts that ran through my mind. I can't be held accountable due to work deliriousness.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wipe the seatie
Sometimes the littlest things gross me out. Today was one of those days.
There probably isn't anything worse than a nasty public restroom, but when it is your office restroom you expect it to be a little cleaner and a little nicer. When I worked on a different floor this was the case, but now I think people have lost all manners on my new floor.
Time after time I go into the bathroom notice that people do not clean up after themselves, at all.
My mom once told me this story about how, I believe it was, my great-grandmother or my great-aunt had a hand-stitched picture of a sign in the restroom that said...
After walking into the bathroom I am seriously considering hunting down a sharpie and makingnot-so-nice nice posters to hang on each stall. Let's quit being gross people! Not too mention if they can't wipe the seat, do they wash their hands?
On a side note:
I went to the Big 12 Tournament Title Game on Saturday and got a kick out of going to the bathroom and seeing all these men do the pee-pee dance while standing in a ridiculously long line. I have never seen a men's restroom line that long. But, I was in and out in about a minute time. I really wish I had a camera to capture that Kodak moment.
There probably isn't anything worse than a nasty public restroom, but when it is your office restroom you expect it to be a little cleaner and a little nicer. When I worked on a different floor this was the case, but now I think people have lost all manners on my new floor.
Time after time I go into the bathroom notice that people do not clean up after themselves, at all.
My mom once told me this story about how, I believe it was, my great-grandmother or my great-aunt had a hand-stitched picture of a sign in the restroom that said...
"When you tinkle,
if you sprinkle,
be a sweetie
and wipe the seatie."
After walking into the bathroom I am seriously considering hunting down a sharpie and making
On a side note:
I went to the Big 12 Tournament Title Game on Saturday and got a kick out of going to the bathroom and seeing all these men do the pee-pee dance while standing in a ridiculously long line. I have never seen a men's restroom line that long. But, I was in and out in about a minute time. I really wish I had a camera to capture that Kodak moment.
What not to wear?
Over the weekend I watched a few episodes of What Not To Wear on TLC. I haven't watched TLC in a really long time, even though it used to be one of my favorite channels. They messed up my daytime line-up and got rid of some of my fave "stories," so I've been on strike.
But, I was killing time this weekend until I was to meet some friends for lunch and saw that What Not To Wear was on. I love this show, and feel sorry for some of the way these people dress. On Saturday this girl on there had on some sweat pants with a dress shirt... That kind of stuff makes me wonder if it is all a joke and people dress a lot worse just for the $5,000.
Well the funny thing is I had a dream that Stacy came up to me and said that I would be going on the show. Wow me in New York, spending large amounts of cash like it was pocket change. Sounds perfect, right?
Unfortunately it wasn't. After having a ridiculous layover in the airport and getting to New York late they figured out they had the wrong person somehow and that I really dressed just fine. I tried to convince them I needed the money to revamp my look and that honestly I deserved it. Instead, they put me in a crappy hotel and gave me free food voulchers to a homeless shelter.
Talk about a depressing dream.
But, I was killing time this weekend until I was to meet some friends for lunch and saw that What Not To Wear was on. I love this show, and feel sorry for some of the way these people dress. On Saturday this girl on there had on some sweat pants with a dress shirt... That kind of stuff makes me wonder if it is all a joke and people dress a lot worse just for the $5,000.
Well the funny thing is I had a dream that Stacy came up to me and said that I would be going on the show. Wow me in New York, spending large amounts of cash like it was pocket change. Sounds perfect, right?
Unfortunately it wasn't. After having a ridiculous layover in the airport and getting to New York late they figured out they had the wrong person somehow and that I really dressed just fine. I tried to convince them I needed the money to revamp my look and that honestly I deserved it. Instead, they put me in a crappy hotel and gave me free food voulchers to a homeless shelter.
Talk about a depressing dream.
Friday, March 13, 2009
F My Life
While bored at work I received an email that cured my boredom, at least temporarily.
Anyways, this site is pretty funny. It is like twitter for screwed up instances in life. Here are some funny ones today:
Anyways, this site is pretty funny. It is like twitter for screwed up instances in life. Here are some funny ones today:
Today, an old girlfriend from years ago wanted to have lunch. Seeing as I had nothing to do, I went with her. She introduced me to her son. Apparently I am the father. My son is 6. FML
Today, I was watching a movie with my boyfriend and his parents. It got to an intense sex scene. I felt grateful when I saw his father reaching for the remote to fastforward past the scene. He put it into slowmotion. We watched in silence for about 3 minutes before he managed to fix it. FML
Today, I decided to call my wife while she was having a private lunch with my parents. I began to tell her all the nasty things I was going to do to her in bed. Halfway through my fantasy, she giggled and told me that she was going to take me off speakerphone. FML
Today, I was the only one in an elevator when an attractive girl came in, talking on her phone. She told her friend, "I have to go, there's a cute guy on this elevator." Before I could even react, she turned to me and said, "Sorry for lying, I really wanted to get off the phone with her." FML
Today, I was giving a friend a neck rub, when she started to breathe heavily. So I figured she was getting into it, so I started kissing her neck, she then turns around and says "Tell my room mate I'm having an asthma attack." FML
Today, I was at a dance. I was griding with this guy when I felt something move in his pants. I stood up and stepped away. He replied with "Don't flatter yourself, it was my phone." FML
Today, my mom was helping me clean out stuff from college. She opened a box and took out some anal beads I got as a gag gift. She proceeded to ask, "What are these?" I answered, "They are for massaging your back". She then insisted I show her. I massaged my mother with anal beads. FML
I won the lottery
Can you believe it? Well I can't but I can pretend. Well I supposedly won the Australian lottery today. I didn't even know I had entered. Not to mention they let you know by email. How cool is that????
Anyways, I got an email today saying that I had won and while Ipeed my pants from excitement read the fine print I decided it had to be a scam. This is what the email said.
Anyways, I got an email today saying that I had won and while I
We wish to inform you of your prize released on the first of this month from the Australia International Lottery programmer.
Therefore, you hereby have been approved a lump sum of US$700,000.00 (DOLLARS) in Cash credit file ref OHUI/IT 34198/09 from the total cash prize of US$5,600,000.00 (DOLLARS) shared amongst eight lucky winners in this category.
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HOW TO CLAIM YOUR prizes;
Simply contact NatWest BANK PLC LONDON
Contact: Dr. Kelvin Gate.
E-mail: natwestbankplconlinebanking1@googlemail.com
Customer Service Unit Phone: +447031995651
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Note: Don not reply to this mail you are to reply to the natwest bankplc London.
Best regards,
Mr. Peter Bern (Coordinator)
Well, I guess I didn't win the lottery. But maybe I should buy some lottery tickets...could this be a sign?
On a side note -- anyone noticed how many Australia incidences have been in my life this past week?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
OMG my first award!!!
Many thanks to the lovely NYC Housewife over at
7 Things I love
1. A bowl of delicious icecream
2. Writing, blogging and my awesome comments
3. Staying up all crazy hours of the night
4. Nintendo Wii
5. A good cocktail
6. Diet Dr. Pepper -- sometimes with cherry and vanilla
7. A good book
7 Bloggers I love
1. Amber Got Married
2. Durvy
3. New Dolloian
4. Meme Love
5. Everyday Bitch
6. Teasingly Diverse
7. April-lite
Here are the award rules:
List 7 things that you love, and then pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you love! Be sure to tag them and let them know that they have won. You can copy the picture of the award and paste it on your sideboard letting the whole world know...you are Kreativ!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Walmart is taking over the world
I've had this theory for a really long time, and I think it is becoming a reality.
I don't know if you've seen it or not but apparently Walmart is teaming up with Dell to "help doctors out." They are working on a mass computer system package that will store our medical records. Yes you heard it right, Walmart wants our medical information. I wonder if they are going to cater their weekly fliers to our medical needs?
Most people probably don't see this as a problem, but most people don't have my theory. Looking back you can see Walmart's progress to world domination. Here's what I think the management staff is thinking.
Plan 1: Get rid of mom and pop stores by intruding small towns and building right next door to larger ones.
Plan 2: Get local world dominator McDonald's to join in the "mass takeover" endeavor and place one in the larger stores.
Plan 3: In smaller stores put in the cherry slushy machine that all people crave, but can't seem to find anywhere.
Plan 4: Have a gas station that makes gas cheaper than every other location, even by the highway.
Plan 5: Add a bank so people can deposit their checks before shopping. Also add a money center to make money issues easier.
Plan 6: Add a Red Box -- because nothing is better than $1 movies.
Plan 7: Host medical records to make it "easier" for doctors.
So far all these plans have come true, but honesty what is next? Taking over USPS? Buying out The New York Times? Printing money?
As you can see, Walmart is clearly evil. The sad thing is I sometimes shop there because they are open 24 hours and need that 3am sweet treat fix.
***UPDATE*** There is another plan I totally forgot about. Lil' Woman reminded me that Walmart does oil changes (with an hour wait) and other minor car repairs. So now while you get your oil changed you can pick up the weeks groceries.
I don't know if you've seen it or not but apparently Walmart is teaming up with Dell to "help doctors out." They are working on a mass computer system package that will store our medical records. Yes you heard it right, Walmart wants our medical information. I wonder if they are going to cater their weekly fliers to our medical needs?
Most people probably don't see this as a problem, but most people don't have my theory. Looking back you can see Walmart's progress to world domination. Here's what I think the management staff is thinking.
Plan 1: Get rid of mom and pop stores by intruding small towns and building right next door to larger ones.
Plan 2: Get local world dominator McDonald's to join in the "mass takeover" endeavor and place one in the larger stores.
Plan 3: In smaller stores put in the cherry slushy machine that all people crave, but can't seem to find anywhere.
Plan 4: Have a gas station that makes gas cheaper than every other location, even by the highway.
Plan 5: Add a bank so people can deposit their checks before shopping. Also add a money center to make money issues easier.
Plan 6: Add a Red Box -- because nothing is better than $1 movies.
Plan 7: Host medical records to make it "easier" for doctors.
So far all these plans have come true, but honesty what is next? Taking over USPS? Buying out The New York Times? Printing money?
As you can see, Walmart is clearly evil. The sad thing is I sometimes shop there because they are open 24 hours and need that 3am sweet treat fix.
***UPDATE*** There is another plan I totally forgot about. Lil' Woman reminded me that Walmart does oil changes (with an hour wait) and other minor car repairs. So now while you get your oil changed you can pick up the weeks groceries.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I like dogs...
OK, so this has nothing to do with anything I just think it is hilarious. I have had it stuck in my head all day at work.
The shorts are sexy too ;)
The shorts are sexy too ;)
I don't want to call Australia
It's always funny to hear some of the conversations people have.
This weekend I was shopping at Best Buy. I wasn't searching for anything big, but was just checking out some of the sales. I was standing near the Geek Squad, you know the computer dorks of Best Buy, and I being the nosey girl I am I heard a rather funny conversation.
While I didn't hear the entire conversation I heard most of it. Apparently this woman brought in her lap top because it just simply wouldn't work. The Geek Squad took a look at it and I guess couldn't fix it because it was a manufacturer problem. She argued with them over and over not understanding why the computer genius' couldn't fix her computer.
The woman became over dramatic and I am pretty sure she was close to tears. The poor guy behind the counter couldn't figure out anymore layman's terms on how to tell her they couldn't fix it. So, he did what any other employee would do and called a manager.
The manager came up and the woman demanded help because the "Geek" couldn't fix her problem. She told the manager she refused to pay for his service and that the manager needed to fix the problem. Kindly, the manager offered to refund the money and provide her with all of the necessary numbers to call the manufacturer. This is where it gets funny.
As the manager was writing down the numbers for the woman she said. "I don't want to have to call Australia and talk to someone that doesn't speak English."
I couldn't hold back the laughter. The woman immediately gave me the death stare and the manager gave me a slight smile. He then proceeded to inform the woman that Australia is an English speaking country.
This weekend I was shopping at Best Buy. I wasn't searching for anything big, but was just checking out some of the sales. I was standing near the Geek Squad, you know the computer dorks of Best Buy, and I being the nosey girl I am I heard a rather funny conversation.
While I didn't hear the entire conversation I heard most of it. Apparently this woman brought in her lap top because it just simply wouldn't work. The Geek Squad took a look at it and I guess couldn't fix it because it was a manufacturer problem. She argued with them over and over not understanding why the computer genius' couldn't fix her computer.
The woman became over dramatic and I am pretty sure she was close to tears. The poor guy behind the counter couldn't figure out anymore layman's terms on how to tell her they couldn't fix it. So, he did what any other employee would do and called a manager.
The manager came up and the woman demanded help because the "Geek" couldn't fix her problem. She told the manager she refused to pay for his service and that the manager needed to fix the problem. Kindly, the manager offered to refund the money and provide her with all of the necessary numbers to call the manufacturer. This is where it gets funny.
As the manager was writing down the numbers for the woman she said. "I don't want to have to call Australia and talk to someone that doesn't speak English."
I couldn't hold back the laughter. The woman immediately gave me the death stare and the manager gave me a slight smile. He then proceeded to inform the woman that Australia is an English speaking country.
Friday, March 6, 2009
The apartment stalker
When you least expect it, someone is always watching you.
The last few weeks I have "ran" into one of my neighbors constantly. While he doesn't live right by me I assume he lives somewhat close because I always see him in the courtyard. Typically when I see him he has a beer in his hand and is stumbling a little bit. Usually I am outside with my puppy, talking on the phone to someone and just got off work.
And while he slowly stumbles up to me probably trying to think of something cute to say, such as "is that a mirror in your pants because I can see myself in them," he usually musters a hello before I gracefully make my exit.
Well last night was different, and I couldn't escape as easily as normal. This time he was right there as I walked my dog down the stairs. I had to pull my dog back because while she is the sweetest dog on the planet she does indeed protect me. What's that saying...hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn?
Anyways back to the story, he caught me at the bottom of my stairwell on the sidewalk and our conversation went something like this:
Stalker: Hey girl, haven't seen you in awhile.
Me: .... (as he reaches to shake my hand)
Stalker: I'm R, nice too meet you.
Apparently I make a weird face.
Stalker: Don't look at me like I'm crazy, I'm your neighbor.
Me: Oh hi, I'm Trixie.
Stalker: So you're that girl that drives the lil red car right?
Me: What? (as he points to my car)
Me: Ugh....yeah.
Stalker: Well girl, are you married?
Me: Yeah I'm married. (as I hide my left hand in my pocket)
Stalker: Oh, all right well girl you be careful.
And then he walks away.
I immediately ran back into my house and locked the door. Now I'm one of those people that never meets a stranger, but most of these people don't know what color car I drive. I mean he probably is a totally nice guy who saves kittens or something, but the constant drunken walk and the watchful eye makes me a little weary.
Hopefully I scared him away by saying I was married but I can't help but feel a little creeped out knowing that he has been watching me.
I think I will go invest in some mace.
The last few weeks I have "ran" into one of my neighbors constantly. While he doesn't live right by me I assume he lives somewhat close because I always see him in the courtyard. Typically when I see him he has a beer in his hand and is stumbling a little bit. Usually I am outside with my puppy, talking on the phone to someone and just got off work.
And while he slowly stumbles up to me probably trying to think of something cute to say, such as "is that a mirror in your pants because I can see myself in them," he usually musters a hello before I gracefully make my exit.
Well last night was different, and I couldn't escape as easily as normal. This time he was right there as I walked my dog down the stairs. I had to pull my dog back because while she is the sweetest dog on the planet she does indeed protect me. What's that saying...hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn?
Anyways back to the story, he caught me at the bottom of my stairwell on the sidewalk and our conversation went something like this:
Stalker: Hey girl, haven't seen you in awhile.
Me: .... (as he reaches to shake my hand)
Stalker: I'm R, nice too meet you.
Apparently I make a weird face.
Stalker: Don't look at me like I'm crazy, I'm your neighbor.
Me: Oh hi, I'm Trixie.
Stalker: So you're that girl that drives the lil red car right?
Me: What? (as he points to my car)
Me: Ugh....yeah.
Stalker: Well girl, are you married?
Me: Yeah I'm married. (as I hide my left hand in my pocket)
Stalker: Oh, all right well girl you be careful.
And then he walks away.
I immediately ran back into my house and locked the door. Now I'm one of those people that never meets a stranger, but most of these people don't know what color car I drive. I mean he probably is a totally nice guy who saves kittens or something, but the constant drunken walk and the watchful eye makes me a little weary.
Hopefully I scared him away by saying I was married but I can't help but feel a little creeped out knowing that he has been watching me.
I think I will go invest in some mace.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Oklahoma City 3rd 'manliest' city in U.S.
While surfing the Web I saw a story that caught my eye. Apparently I live in the 3rd manliest city in the U.S. Could it be true?
My question is, where are these "manly" men? I meet guys all the time and every time it's either macho-pigs or big softies. Don't get me wrong, each category has its attractive points but I am a girl that would like to find a guy somewhere in the middle. Is that so hard?
Anyways, back on the topic at hand. The associated press posted a story about a recent survey taken by a snack food company. This is what it says.
My question is, where are these "manly" men? I meet guys all the time and every time it's either macho-pigs or big softies. Don't get me wrong, each category has its attractive points but I am a girl that would like to find a guy somewhere in the middle. Is that so hard?
Anyways, back on the topic at hand. The associated press posted a story about a recent survey taken by a snack food company. This is what it says.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (AP) - Oklahoma City is rated the third "manliest" city in the nation in a study by a snack food company.
Nashville, Tenn., ranks first in the survey for Mars Snackfood US and its Combos snack food brand. Charlotte, N.C., is second.
The study used criteria such as the number of professional major league sports teams, the popularity of tools and hardware and the frequency of monster truck rallies.
Cities lost points for "emasculating" characteristics like the abundance of home furnishing stores, high minivan sales and subscription rates to beauty magazines.
New York City finished last out of 50 of the largest U.S. metropolitan areas. The ranking is part of the Combos launch of its Ultimate Man Zone Sweepstakes.
©2009 Associated Press.
Officially in the blog world
So here I am, officially in the blog world.
But now the question is raised, what exactly do I make my first post about? I have racked my mind trying to figure out what exactly it is I should say and haven't got a clue. The first post has to be interesting, has to draw an audience, and has to let the readers in this world know who I am.
So here is my not-so-perfect first blog post.
My name is Trixie, and as my profile states I am a 20 something girl living in Oklahoma. I'm a grown-up who works a full-time job, but I follow that motto work hard to play hard. So I find myself doing a lot of playing. I graduated college in 2006 and like to tell people that I have a "grown-up job," yet I still see myself as a dumb kid who has a little bit more responsibility than most. I have many hobbies and I am certain this blog will be added to the list. I've never met a stranger and have been told I have the ability to light up a room. OK, enough about me.
This blog is going to be a collection of random happenings in my life. From the crazy night life I encounter to every day occurrences while I try to swoon the city one moment at a time.
So I hope my readers sit back, have fun and aspire to hear my next crazy story. Feel free to leave comments or contact me at swooningthecity@gmail.com
But now the question is raised, what exactly do I make my first post about? I have racked my mind trying to figure out what exactly it is I should say and haven't got a clue. The first post has to be interesting, has to draw an audience, and has to let the readers in this world know who I am.
So here is my not-so-perfect first blog post.
My name is Trixie, and as my profile states I am a 20 something girl living in Oklahoma. I'm a grown-up who works a full-time job, but I follow that motto work hard to play hard. So I find myself doing a lot of playing. I graduated college in 2006 and like to tell people that I have a "grown-up job," yet I still see myself as a dumb kid who has a little bit more responsibility than most. I have many hobbies and I am certain this blog will be added to the list. I've never met a stranger and have been told I have the ability to light up a room. OK, enough about me.
This blog is going to be a collection of random happenings in my life. From the crazy night life I encounter to every day occurrences while I try to swoon the city one moment at a time.
So I hope my readers sit back, have fun and aspire to hear my next crazy story. Feel free to leave comments or contact me at swooningthecity@gmail.com
