Saturday, June 21, 2008
I Love Storms
This place has two seasons I love. Winter....which, really, for a northern girl, this is not really winter but a pleasant summer in December and January. And rainy season...which is going on right now. I love rain. I love thunder and lightning even more. Yes, I have great respect for lightning and the storms in Houston actually freaked me out...holy shit Houston gets some wicked lightning...but I do still love it even if I am not like half the population who thinks it’s fantastic to run around outside in it. (Or take airboat tours in it...morons.)
Speaking of, really quick digression here...when I started this gig last year, we had to take boats in the lightning. If we stated we felt uncomfortable, we were labeled....pansies...although the word was different. I just don’t like the word. Unless I’m using it to describe an ex I know. Because he is one. In a major way. Anyway, since that time we have two new girls working here and those two girls are wonderful. They are very real, very true, hard working and oh shit are they funny. I adore them. That says a lot about them because I usually can’t stand girls. Most girls are catty and bitchy and whores, frankly. But these two are amazing. Because of them, the bosses are a lot happier, it would seem, have a lot more fun at work and have lightened up quite a bit. Now? Now we do not go out in lightning. Now we are not...pansies...but being safe. Now they wait until the lightning is GONE before we go out in giant, metal boats on the open water. I know, in my gut, it’s because of these two ladies. In fact, the other day, the storm lasted all day long and we actually closed early. Holy shit in a flask! The boss let us close early? WHA???? I quickly looked up in the sky for pigs flying. God bless those two ladies and may they stay here for a long, long, long time. They are wonderful.
Anyway, why the hell did I start talking about this? I had a point I was going to make and now I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to write about. This happens often, by the way, I just rarely ever tell you all about it.
So...let me talk about something else. After my last rant, I’m feeling a HELL of a lot better. Man did I need to get that shit out of my system. This does not mean I will forget and I will still call people on their shit but I’m feeling more at peace. Plus, it’s kinda cool when some people that you’ve known from the past pop in and say, “hi”. (Yes, Jim, I do remember the certain patio in Plano and the cigars, conversation and drinks. Mostly I remember the cigar. Because I was told too late not to inhale that shit. And I got siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick! So sick that I remember I couldn’t even be decent enough to bid a proper good night to most in attendance. I had to get upstairs and lie down fast or I would have been the center of attention there with the mess I was going to make. Now I look back and think it’s a funny story.)
I’ve never gotten over someone so quickly as I have this time around. Took me less than a week because I started looking back on everything and realizing that the guy was a bigger cock sucking asshole than I was thinking towards the end of the whole thing. Man that twit did not treat me right at all. And he sure as fuck did not deserve someone as great as I am. Because I am great. Well, I guess the fact that he didn’t even graduate from high school and the Ron Paul sticker on his car should have been all the warning I needed but, as stated in the last post, sometimes I make excuses for people when I should not. He fit the Ron Paul supporter crowd to a tee. Fucking. Insane. Not living in reality. Cannot handle reality one iota. Narcissistic of the likes I’ve never seen before. He makes videos on You Tube...he can’t sing for shit...can’t read a note to save his life and refuses to learn how to do either one because he doesn’t like to be “told what to do” or be “controlled”. Fucking moron. But he would make these videos and use ProTools to make him sound better....and don’t you DARE tell him that a true singer should be able to sing without those tools because the child cannot take constructive criticism at all. I think his mommy spent her life telling him how wonderful and special he was and let him act like the fucking prat he is so now he has no fucking clue how to live in the real world. Nope, instead he makes videos and puts them on YouTube and stares at himself for hours and hours and hours on end every single day. Jesus, just carry a fucking mirror around with you. It was sickening. “I’m just going over the videos to see how I could have done things differently.” Oh fucking bullshit. Once or twice...hell even three times I might understand that but all fucking day, every day? No. You are in to yourself and think you are the shit. News flash...your mommy lied.
So, anyway, I’m about sick of hearing the words, “You” and “Tube” in the same second so when I was looking for a place to host videos, I decided to opt for another site. I’ve just signed up and as soon as I figure it all out, get off my lazy ass and load some video on there, I’m going to share some video of the now 4 week old kittens as they begin their explorations. They, just this week, have started walking around. On their wobbly, little legs. Christ it’s so adorable I can’t stand it.
Look for that soon.
It’s now starting to rain again. Hooray!! I hope it storms, HARD, all night long. Unfortunately, except for that one day this last week, most storms do not last all day. Just an hour or two and then are gone. Oh well, it’s better than nothing.
Ciao kids.
