The Great Cake Hunt

Well, last night the woman and I went for our "cake tasting"! Um, yeah. So, what this really consists of is picking out what type of cake you like in terms of substance and design.

The place supposedly has a good reputation. Though it's location was something to be desired. I felt like I was going to buy drugs in a back alley. Once inside, it was an odd little affair, with a large room filled with ovens and cooking related appliances to a room the size of a bathroom where you got to sit down and decide on your cake.

I think the biggest problem I had with the joint was the photographs. You see, they have albums with photographs of various cakes they apparently have made. The problem they had ended up being two fold. First, the photos in general sucked. They looked like they had taken them with a 110 camera without flash and 1000 speed film - crappy and grainy looking. The other half of the photos were faded out from time. Not really a good way to show of your wares.

Today I am tasked with picking out a wedding song since, apparently, after so many years we have never acquired a song. Not exactly sure where I am to start with this procedure, especially since I am not familiar at all with "romantic" type songs.

Today is my day off, which I have been looking forward to all week. Unfortunately, I am not yet getting that... Relaxation... feeling.

Burnout reached

I have to tell you folks, I have hit burnout this week. I think we all get it from time to time. Mine has been building for a bit now. But God, am I ever so tired of having to deal with work shit. Overall I do like my job but I think I am just burned out on the routine. Get up, go to work, deal with stupid customers, deal with issues, blah blah, go home, rinse, repeat. I count the hours until my days off.

The other thing is my impending wedding. I give the woman credit, she is doing a million more things than I am. I have but a handful of things to deal with. But I swear, every fucking time I hear the word "wedding" at this point, I want to go craw under a rock! Get me away! Mind you, not that I think the wedding concept is all that bad, but all the total and complete BULLSHIT that leads up to it is rediculous.

Once the moment is here and passed, I am sure I will feel a planet sized weight lifted off my shoulders and all will be well with the universe. Until then, I am sure my stress and annoyance levels will remain in the red.

So, I am telling you all out there, want to get married? Make sure you God damn elope!

Isn't it too rainy for lasers?

Well, as if the heavens heard my recent complaint, today I woke up to a raging thunderstorm! Yay! Lighting, thunder, dark clouds, and rain. What more could I want? Well, for it to last more than 4 hours!! Jeesh! Something about Arizona, but storms just do not last long at all. The clouds just start burning away. Bah!

So, I just returned from a dentist appointment. I had some wear on a few teeth and they wanted to put this cover up on them so, ya know, the look good! They told me last time, "oh yeah, easy stuff, we don't even have to drill!" Cool, I thought, I am down with the no drilling thing.

I get there today to find out the first part of this procedure is to clean off the area of the tooth so that it can get a good solid bond with the covering material. How do they do this you ask? With a LASER! ooh, fineprint. They ask me if I want to numb the areas.. Bah, pfft! I say nay! I am a mans man! Lets rock and roll!

So, overall, not a bad deal. It went pretty smoothly. Except for the LASER part! Cuz LASERS fucking burn things! And when they are burning away part of your tooth, well, it God damn stings!

No smoking for you

You know, there are days that I wake up and just want to see storm clouds and rain! Alas, I live in Arizona, the chances of storm clouds and rain are about as slim as the Pope going Morman. Sometimes the constant sun drives me a bit crazy.

I ran across this little article today which just goes to show how rediculous people can get. I am sure everyone is familiar with the cartoon Tom & Jerry. The cartoons were made in the 40s and 50s and have been running ever since.

Apparently, some person in England filed a complaint with the TV broadcaster about Tom & Jerry! What was the complaint about, you ask? They complained about the fact that in some episodes, various characters are shown smoking! Now, anyone who knows me knows I hate smoking. The smell of it sends me in the other direction. But seriously! C'mon! To complain about smoking in a cartoon is rediculous!! It was a sign of the times back then. For someone to go out of the way to complain about this now, what, 50 years on, is just stupid.

So, the end result? The TV station will be EDITING out any scenes that depict smoking! GAH! Censorship at it's worst. People are complaining about everything that might slightly offend them. Get over it! But you know, what is even worse, is the fact that there are other people who so easily give in and let censorship reign supreme at the expense of the sane majority.

Gifts for the Better Half

Alright, so as the time grows near, the woman and I went out the other day for that obligatory making of the wedding gift registry! I do not think I have seen her so.. giddy. They gave us one of those bar scanners, you know, to scan the items we wanted on our list. Every time she scanned an item she literly giggled with glee! One of the funniest things I have ever seen.

I have noticed though, that instead of it being called a "wedding registry" it really needs to be renamed as "for HER registry"! Cuz, you see, everything on these things is really for her! Yeah, yeah, she keeps trying to convince me that these things are for the HOUSE and for US.. but c'mon, these are things like:

SteamFast Fabric Steamer
Wilton Ultimate 3-in-1 Cupcake and Cake Caddy
Copco Gizmo Teakettle

So, honestly, you can say these are for the "home" but only a home with a female in it! No guy is going out and buying a Utensil Organizer! We just throw all of our stuff in a drawer and find it when we need it!

So, someone pity me. I am going to try to find ONE item that I can go "hey, cool, that one's for ME!" You will know it when you see it! I tried to put Mountain Dew on the list, but I was quickly thwarted.

Why fear Freedom?

In the post below, a mysterious poster with the webname of "Dad" has suggested "The administration has to come up with an improved foreign policy which includes understanding why Arabs hate the U.S."

Well! How very Democratic Party of you! We must form a committee to determine why the Arabs hate us?!

For starts, who cares why they hate us. I sure do not.

However, if we want answers, I think they are easy to come by, so here are some for you.

First, the United States makes the world go round. Arrogant? No way. Hardly. It is the TRUTH! No one makes a move in the world without figuring out first how the U.S. is going to react or respond to it. This of course, does not include the whack jobs out there like North Korea or Iran. But since they are insane, this lack of knowledge is understandable.

The Arabs (and some other countries, China for example) hate the fact the U.S. is the dominant force in the world. Because, oh my God! We have FREEDOM!

What does Freedom lead to?

1) Tolerance of other Religions and Cultures. Do we see this in Arab countries? Hell no! If you are not of the Islamic faith, they KILL YOU! Seriously, did you know it is punishable by death to leave the Islamic faith? "Religion of Peace"... right...

2) Everyone is treated as equal, even women! *gasp*. We do not force our women to stay at home, unable to leave the house unless accompanied by a man. We allow them to part of society, even holding JOBS! We also do not force them to dress like lamp shades.

3) Freedom of Expression: We can listen to whatever music we wish to. We can watch what TV shows we want. We can dress how we see fit. None of these are allowed in the Muslim cultures. You are told how to dress, what you can and can not listen to or watch.

4) Freedom of Speech: We can speak out, say what we want to say, even if it is contrary to our current government. Try that in Iran, or Syria, or Lebanon.

So, why do they hate us? They hate us out of fear. They live in an archaic culture that should have died out in the middle ages, yet it continues on. They fear our individualism, our free will, and our independence.

Religion of Peace update!

Well, here we go again. The Religion of Peace (that is Islam, in case you have been away) has once again plotted to murder hundreds of innocent people. Luckily, the plan was foiled by the Brits. The plan was to blow up multiple aircraft in mid flight by using liquid explosives. So, hopefully another wake up call for those people who do not realize that Islam is by far the greatest threat to the world today.

Now, we are faced with the fallout from all of this. You see, authorities are now checking everyone and having them discard any liquid items - including beverages, make up, and the like. Thousands of dollars of product to be tossed in the trash!

The problem with this, as I see it, is why the HELL does everyone need to be a suspect?!

Our enemy: Arab Terrorists

See, it is pretty easy to be specific. We KNOW who our enemy is. How many Swedish females do you see trying to blow up airplanes? But for some reason, we seem stuck in this politically correct bullshit where we can not focus on one type of person because it would be wrong. What a load of shit that is!

So, to whom it may concern. Let me help you out here. It is REALLY easy to tell who you should be pulling aside and checking out and who you should not.

NOT a Terrorist:

Fucking Terrorists:

See the difference? Of course you do. So lets stop the rediculous crap and start focusing on the obvious enemy.

Oh damn.. is that hereditary?

Work has been a royal pain in the ass this week! Especially today. Today was "parade of morons" day. I swear, customer issue after customer issue. They just kept coming and coming. I kept looking outside for the short bus, but they must have been hiding it well.

Went to pick up Mexican for tonight. We have a fantastic Mexican food joint just a few blocks away. However, I have noticed something about this particular restaurant. As I walked in, the girl at the front desk was facing away from me. Hmm, nice figure, looks good. Then she turns around! I had to force myself not jump back.

Cuz, you see, for some reason all the gals that work at this place have mustaches! I am not sure if that is some hereditary Mexican thing or what, but that just ain't right! I mean, seriously, how do you even come close to dating if you are a chick with a mustache?! Regardless of the mustached circus women, the food is damn good.

I would like to tell you the name of the place, but I don't want them spitting in my food at this point.

Not so rapid response

I finally received a call from United Health Cares "rapid response team". I have apparently learned that 5 working days constitutes "rapid". Anyways, miracle of miracles, they say they did indeed screw up and that they have already paid the medical bill as of the call! So, UHC you boned it, but you squared it in the end. Nice job! One less bill I have to worry about.

In breaking news, our illustrious police department have captured the "Serial Shooters". These boneheads (two of them) have been sniping at folks for months now. The thing I find interesting about this whole, wierd deal is that the two were roomates! How the hell does that come about?

"Hey Dale, what do you want to do tonight?"
"Oh, I dunno Sam, hit a bar maybe?"
"Hmm, I was thinking we could go out and shoot people!"
"OH! That is much better than the bar idea. I'll drive.."

Like what the hell?! Friggin crazy ass goofballs.

So, tonight I am just sitting here chilling out. Trying to at least. I have tomorrow off, yay for me. I feel kinda lost tonight though. Like I should be doing something, but I'm not. Thinking about dinner, but not really hungry and certainly not able to decide on what I want. I wish someone would invent a pill that has all the nutritional value of a meal. Sometimes I really don't want to have to deal with dinner. Just pop a pill and be done. Ooh, I'll take the Lasagna pill tonight, thanks.