just stuff

I know, I promised to keep blogging but it's been a while... Sorry I've been busy!

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Yes, I did go to the talky doctor, twice now. He says I am definitely ADD, but what surprised me is that I am also pretty OCD. Wow. Who knew? I guess all those songs in my head are an OCD thing more than an ADD thing. Whatever... ADD, OCD, Dee Dee Dee. Seems like it's all pretty much the same. Give me some pills and make it go away!

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Remember the saga of truck shopping? Well, with the "sky is falling" mentality lately, we decided if we didn't buy a truck now, we probably would never be able to. What with our bottom-of-the-heap credit scores and all (that's a whole other subject I ought to blog about someday). So on Saturday we loaded up the Honda and headed to low-overhead Bellevue, WA. Home of the $700,000 mortgage and the Yuppie European car. We went there because some guy named RCurtis (that's not a typo, it's arrcurtis) had called us and told us he had "exactly what we were looking for". Believe it or not he did, and we brought home the most beautiful big blue Dodge truck ever! I named it Newman on account of the death of Paul Newman and the fact that it's almost exactly the color of his eyes.

Anyway, we had brought the Honda thinking we were going to trade her (Penelope Pitstop) in. You gotta understand, Penelope and I have been together for 10 years now. I love her. I did NOT want to trade her in, but alas, she is aging and really doesn't have a spot in the driveway of my life right now, a truck is what I need. I was very sad and positive that I would actually cry real tears if I had to leave Penelope on that lot. Hooray! They didn't really want her! They insulted her superiority by offering a stupidly tiny amount of money for her, so I said thanks but no thanks and prepared to take Penelope back home. Then a miracle happened... We went to Bremerton and had a lovely breakfast with our dearest friends Scott & Bridget, over piles of sausage and hashbrowns we hatched a deal. Bridget (who loves Penelope almost as much as I, although she calls her Hot Rod) was eager to buy the car! And, knowing the value of such a superior and fantastic machine, she was willing to pay an appropriate amount of money to purchase my amazing Hot Rod. So I am happy. I have a beautiful new truck named Newman and in a span of less than five years, my best bitch has gone from being a mini-van-driving-mom-taxi to being a hot-rod-driving-killer-career-woman. You go bitch! Love ya :)

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So this is random as hell, but I wanted to point out an example of Americans being just wrong-headed.

I am the new Campaign Leader for a fundraising drive at work. Ya know, where the company collects money from you then sends it to the charity of your choice. It's a cool program, the money comes straight out of your pay, so you don' t have to write a check or anything... Yadda yadda yadda. Anyhoo, so a gal calls today wanting to know how you can find certain charities and I decided to go on the website to poke around and see what kind of places one can send their charitable dollars. I did a search in Whatcom County, then by "category". First I put in "Homeless/Housing Programs", there were 8 charities. Then I put in "Hungry/Feeding Programs", there were 7 charities. Next I put in "Aging/Elderly Programs, 6 charities. Finally I put in "Animals/Environmental Programs", get this, 133 programs. I kid you not! Apparently no one gives a crap about the starving kids or sick old people in Whatcom County, but GOD FORBID a fricken Kitty Cat should be without a home, an outpouring of love and cash will hit that kitty cat like a bleeping ton of bricks. I can't even spell the sound I'm making in my throat right now! I say lets saute' the fricken kitty cats and serve them to the fricken homeless starving families, then train all the fricken volunteer veterinarians to take care of all the fricken sick old people. Finally, we make every single one of the fricken Foster Families take in a fricken homeless HUMAN instead! There's my rant for the day and my solution to the County's problems

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Done now. Cya!