1. If you feel a burning need to tell someone to shut up more than three times in one day with ANY consistency....get out.
2. If you have to resist rolling your eyes twice a day with ANY consistency....get out.
3. If you find yourself adding a "...but" after any complement you give someone...get out.
4. If you're more preoccupied with what others THINK you are feeling rather than being sure yourself...get out.
5. If you spend 25% of your time pretending you aren't angry when you are...get out.
6. If your friends have to remind you or offer you compelling reasons to not get out....get out. (And get new friends)
7. If you feel a need to explain or justify your s/o's behavior to get that appalled look off of your loved ones faces or feel alright with your circumstances...get out.
But be warned about taking my advice. I'm a chronically single woman. Perhaps I have no earthly clue what I'm talking about, or I'm the most intolerant person on the planet.
The Fourth of July was always one of my favorite holidays in the US. Not that I'm terribly patriotic or anything, just...there are fireworks and BBQs and its an excuse to drink = HELLO PERFECT HOLIDAY.
Now, it of course means something else to me. It makes me miss home.
While I'll be having fun tonight celebrating Iain's birthday (it's tomorrow!) down by the Thames...there's a part of my heart that will be back home in my parents back yard, drinking Mike's Hard Lemonade and with a over excitable chihuahua at my feet. (Praying for crumbs.)
If I could fly back home today, even just for a couple hours and to see my parents and my sister, I would in a heart beat.
On the Fourth we'd always go to the same spot to watch fire works. My mom and my sister and I would lay on our backs and wait expectantly for the Sperm Fire Works.
If you don't know which ones I'm talking about, the you don't know what you're missing out.
They're the bright, white ones that look like tad-poles when they're first launched, but then go off in crazy directions...as if searching for a big, unfertilized egg in the sky.
It dawned on me a couple of years ago that they totally looked like gigantic sperm. I started laughing hysterically - only to notice that my sister was cackling to herself as well. Then my mom started laughing,
"OH MY GOD THEY LOOK LIKE SPERM!!!!"
Hopefully the Fourth of July Sperm Fireworks won't be nearly as fun without me this year...(If I can't have a fully complete Fourth of July THEN NOBODY SHOULD.)
Happy Independence Day, my fellow Americans.
May this recession end soon, may the gas prices go down, and may all of your BBQ's be fully cooked so you don't end up with the shits all weekend.
This song reminds me of home...
In a few short hours, I will be hopping into Zipcar "Van Damme" and pointing it westward toward Pittsburgh. I'll be there for a few days, and thus will miss out on a full slate of local gatherings and soirées. MWG - if you're reading - I'm sorry I can't make it to your barbecue; I'm sure a good time will be had by all.
What's your favorite song with "America" or "USA" in the title? Bonus points if you share it with us.
I don't know if this is my absolute favorite, but what the hell? It has all the qualities you could want in a great 4th of July ditty: Love, violence, rhymes, defense of the purity of our native wimminz. All of it.
I was going to post an mp3, but this page is way too awesome not to link to. Enjoy! You have to, like, click there to find the actual answer to the QotW, mmmkay?
My "baby" the 125 red vino was loaded into a van and driven off to live in Monterey. :::waves:::
Whee... $4600 toward by NEW baby! I made the call for Ben's bike as he was just to anxious too leave the bike at the dealer any longer. That's when Greg told me they knew where my BIKE was. OMG. It is at an Aprilia storage facility. They are going there on their day off (4th of JULY) to pick up my bike! I had to ask the pressing question that's been plaguing me. "Is the seat cream color or black?" The one I saw online was cream and I fell in love with it. I did not want black, but I would have taken it. He said, " it's CREAM!" Happy dance! So we went down and got HIS new bike and paid for mine. I go in on SATURDAY and get my new sweet ride!
I've been looking at new helmets (and jackets) and am shifting toward the scorpion dahila products.
How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
As long as I feel like taking...