tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77158834441202822602024-02-19T17:23:49.570-05:00KnotWorkMock & Droll Is Here To StayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-87273614769349959882017-03-04T15:46:00.002-05:002017-03-04T15:46:48.063-05:00The Un-Social Nature of Working from Home<div style="text-align: justify;">
I recently read a blog post by someone who works from home. They weren't an artist. I think they might've been an investor or some such financially rewarding position. But they still had the luxury of working from their own space and in their pajamas if they so choose. It's just that their pajamas are way more expensive than mine, and their computer probably many years newer.</div>
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Alas, they spoke about how working from home isn't all it's cracked up to be. That it takes a special kind of person to work in isolation, without regular face to face, professional interaction- and not everyone can hack it.</div>
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Let me say right here that I agree this sounds like complaining about winning the lottery. Most people would kill to work from home, let alone for themselves. I know I did. Well, I didn't actually kill. But I might have if necessary. I simply worked my arse off and spent many sleepless nights planning all my next steps so I could survive the latest trough my income had decided to descend.</div>
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However, that isn't to say there's no difficulty. These are my specific challenges.</div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">My life is incredibly sedentary. So sedentary that I fear it is having a negative impact on my health. I have the luxury of working out at any time of day, and yet being so busy with my own business that it doesn't happen as often as it should. And even working out cannot counteract all the hours I spend hunched over my paints or metal block.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">I find that it has made it easier for me to isolate myself further- meaning, when you're used to working from home, it simply becomes your norm. It's your routine to go a whole work week without talking to someone outside of your inner circle. And worse, when this doesn't happen (say I do a craft show), I actually find it exhausting. I think I'm speaking a little too loudly, or a little too cheerfully. I'M GOING TO SHOUT AT YOU CAUSE I DON'T GET OUT MUCH. By the end of the day I'm hoarse, totally shattered, and just want to get back to my little cave again. Put on my yoga pants and slip back into the inner circle.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">And because humans are complicated, messy things, and middle aged women probably even more complicated than most, while I have become totally comfortable in my isolation, I also yearn to get out of it. I admit, I miss the idle chit chat. I'm sure my husband does too as when he comes home I vomit up all my water cooler talk onto him like a starving moth headed toward the light outside a McDonald's drive thru. There's only so many internet forums you can pretend to have best friends on before you drown under a pile of big macs.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">I have no routine, and yet all I have is routine. Does that make sense? Maybe only if you work from home on your own will you understand the weird challenge of being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want. So you sometimes do nothing when you should be working, and sometimes you are working when you should be enjoying the time with your family. I don't know. I honestly can't explain it. Suffice to say I've sometimes had breakfast at noon, and even though I've not been very busy, didn't finish my work till 11pm. Oh, did I mention that was still on a day I got up at 7am. </li>
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I'm not sure any of this sounds too bad to someone who hates their workplace, or their boss, or has imagined murdering the idiot in the cubicle next to them daily for the last 15 years. And maybe it isn't really that bad. Suffice to say I was watching The Office yesterday and thought how much I'd love to work there. Yes, I know not every workplace would be that funny in real life. But I thought, wow, how nice. I could have lunch and actually talk to someone else at work! I could celebrate a birthday with a co-worker! I could have some drama with the annoying person at the desk next to me! My current drama is only with my cats. </div>
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Am I going to look for a new job? I may surprise you here and say, yes, I think so. I think it's good for me. I think I am more social than I'd care to admit. And being self-employed from home is the opposite of social. It's not exactly anti-social. It's un-social. It's a bit like winning the lottery and only being able to spend your money at one mall for the rest of your life. </div>
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I moved recently to another state. Again. I have relocated twice in less than two years. It's exhausting. It's draining. It's stressful. It's turning your life and body inside out and surviving it, though you often wish you hadn't. </div>
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Now I'm in my beautiful new home. It's the nicest house I've ever lived in. I live in a great town. I'm near a great city. So why am I so unmotivated? If I could hazard a guess it's because I spent weeks shutting my life off to pretend I didn't even live in my own home so it could be shown and sold. Then I spent more weeks wrapping my belongings and stuffing them into boxes and bags and trucks. </div>
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All of that was vomited up into this new location. Piles of life were just sitting in each room waiting for me to find their place again. But like actual piles of vomit, seeing everything around me in cardboard cairns encouraged me to continuously hit snooze on my routine's alarm clock.</div>
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As a person whose work is based in creativity, and with an already natural state of procrastination, this relocating malarkey didn't help a bit. I needed a jolt. Maybe even an actual can of Jolt had that soda not been discontinued. </div>
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So I gave myself a task. Daily creativity. I would make one new thing each work day and put it out there into the world. Sure, sometimes making that one thing prevented me from doing other, perhaps more important things like showering and brushing my teeth. But it got my mind clean. Making something new was like taking those cans of air that clean your keyboard, and getting it into the little folds and pockets of my brain. </div>
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Has this daily creativity helped me? Yes. For one thing I get to the end of the day knowing I unleashed an idea, and isn't that why I do this dumb job to begin with? Because I was so tired of "the man" squashing all my ideas with his stupid, stanky boot? </div>
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Also, the pressure is off. If I do something new each day there is no demand for a masterpiece. That perhaps sounds like a cop out. What I mean is that if you save up all your time for this one chance at art, you want it be, you know, really good. But things you do everyday don't have that requirement. </div>
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You don't demand that when you brush your teeth each day it be the bestest, deepest, whitest clean they've ever had. What if you only brushed your teeth once each month? Wouldn't you want to make that brush a damn fricking good one? And wouldn't you also stay away from me you harlot of halitosis?</div>
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I'm not going to say that this has revolutionized my life. I'm still tired from my move, almost six weeks in. I still have a shit ton of stuff to unpack. I still wake up sometimes feeling life is a jar of mustard and I just can't breathe in it. But it has indeed cleared the decks. And when the decks are clear, there's plenty of room for something big to land. Or a really great dance party.</div>
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My daughter started middle school today, in a new state. Yes, during perhaps the most awkward transition of school life, elementary to middle, I ripped my daughter away from her friends and brought her somewhere entirely new. "Guilt" would be my middle name were it not already "pinnacle of beauty and brains". </div>
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And this new middle school is massive. It's humongous. If it had barbed wire around it, and you saw the kids outside from a distance, you'd have no problem believing it was a prison for midgets- so huge is its brick edifice and hordes of short humans. It scares the shit out of me. I can't even imagine what my little 11 year old is feeling.</div>
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People might say, oh kids are resilient. She'll be fine. Yes, she will be fine one day. But I don't think that day was yesterday when she was thinking about how tough today was going to be. And I don't think that day was this morning when she was at her bus stop and the other girls were all wearing dresses (yes I now live in a place where girls still wear dresses to the first day of school... wtf?). That day may not be tomorrow when homework assignments start rolling in. And that day may not be six months from now when some little brat makes fun of her clothes or hair or the question she asked in class... because let's be honest, kids are fuckfaces.</div>
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At the bus stop today I said, "Honey, trust me, everything's going to be okay." But I realized that was total bullshit. I honestly couldn't even keep a straight face while I said it. After all, I didn't know if everything was going to be okay. I haven't been to this school, don't know her teachers, and definitely don't know the evil that could be stewing in the misshapen cranium of the moron sitting next to her in home room. </div>
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Let's face it... everything might not be okay. My middle school years were no bowl of cherries. They weren't bowl shaped at all. More like a boot full of shit topped road kill. Frankly, everything might be crappy. Very, very crappy. </div>
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Could it be wonderful? Could her teacher shit rainbows and the principal be Pikachu? Sure, anything's possible. But I couldn't promise her that.</div>
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Nope, as I stood at the bus stop watching her sweat due to nerves, the 90 degree weather and the very, very late bus, I could only promise her one thing. </div>
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But really folks, the news which you didn't guess because you were too busy yelling about fowl anatomy, is that I'm moving again.</div>
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Alas, moving requires cleaning. And the worst part is cleaning my home office. I am so very lucky in my current home to have a fourth bedroom which I can assign full time office rights. What's not so lucky is that it is completely cut off from the home and even has a door I can close. That means it usually turns into a pile of yarn, mugs, lotions, potions, high pile carpet and gremlins. </div>
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And then your house needs to be sold and people don't want to see a pile of mugs that say 'balls'. They want to see a room which can be used for their own purposes. Sadly funny mugs usually don't play a role in other people's lives like they do mine. </div>
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Invariably I must turn my office into how I'd actually like it to be on a regular basis just so strangers can come and look at it... which I'd never do for myself. It's completely insane.</div>
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During this task I figured out something which probably a million people before me have already talked about. But I don't read their crappy blogs or tweets or smoke signals. So I'm going to talk about it here and reaffirm to my own shattered psyche that I am indeed a super genius.</div>
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Have any crochet hooks which don't fit in your normal case? Or maybe you rarely use but want on hand? I give you... TACKY HOOKER SUPPORT, HOES!</div>
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*Note again- no, that's not a prison tower spotlight shining on my wall. It's just a shitty filter.</div>
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Was I just getting old(er) and jaded(er?)? Had I sold out? Was I a fat cat, accepting my sales on Etsy and patting my rounded belly, full of broken handmade dreams?</div>
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I don't think it's any of those things. Yes I'm older, and yes, my belly is probably rounder than when I first signed up to Etsy. But that's just because of time and carbs. </div>
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I signed up to sell on Etsy in 2009. I had only the tiniest shred of hope I'd sell a few things and make pocket money. It didn't really matter though as I simply felt a primal urge to just make shit. I was unhappy in my day job where every ounce of creativity was strictly forbidden unless it involved new ways of kissing the boss's arse. </div>
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I would spend weeks at work and only create an ulcer. I'd spend a single hour in the evening crocheting a dish towel (that I knew I'd never even use) and feel a warm sense of satisfaction. If God exists, I thought, we now have something in common. We both like making shit. Yes, we already both had facial hair but I can't help it. I'm Italian.</div>
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What I found there was quite enlightening (and entertaining, and infuriating, and hilarious and sometimes even helpful... oh the old Etsy forums *sigh*). While most conversation was positive, there was already a decent undercurrent of unrest which I quickly recognized. As a cynical person I am not drawn to wide eyed acceptance of authority. In my experience the ones who are complaining usually just have a better bullshit detector. On Etsy there were many wise detectors. </div>
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They were hard to find as they were sometimes camouflaged by granny squares or wire wrapped pendants or the overpowering stench of supposedly handmade soap. But I did find them. And oh, did we butt heads with the loads of starry eyed buttheads littering every corner of every space. I was accused of being negative. I was accused of never being satisfied. And eventually, due to one particular Etsybot, I was forever silenced from the Etsy forums. Yes, I cared so much and spoke so often about my concerns, Etsy shut me up. Whereas in most businesses, dissatisfied customers are given more attention, Etsy just told me to shut the fuck up. How thoughtful of them.</div>
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Where was I? Oh right, arseholes. Oh yes, I'm sure they thought they were the ones who cared, and that I and other like minded folks were just haters. Yet, as it turns out, we haters were right. Our negative predictions have all just about come true.</div>
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So why don't I even feel some sense of smug satisfaction? Why don't I even take perverse pleasure in the demise of the Etsy fairy tale?</div>
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I've realized that Etsy is not my boyfriend. I wasn't the first person or even the hundredth to use that phrase. But it was a punchline before. Now it's the cold truth.</div>
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You know how they say if you can get angry with someone that means you still have feelings for that person? I have broken up with Etsy, had revenge sex with someone else (artfire), a rebound relationship (zibbet) and am now building my future with someone who accepts me for who I am (big cartel).</div>
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Etsy is now simply another company I patronize. Sure, there are feelings of gratitude. Just like I am grateful my local supermarket always has milk and bread, I am grateful that Etsy has created a selling platform. I use it, and use it well. I pay them for it, and they provide me with a service. I feel no more outrage with their business dealings than I do with my local pizza place. I pay them for a pizza, they give it to me and I eat far too much of it and then feel like crap later. They know they're getting my $20. I know I'm getting a bigger arse. We all know where our relationship begins and ends.</div>
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However, I don't blame anyone for still feeling angry about Etsy. There were a lot of hopes at the beginning and many feel let down. I sometimes wish I were around for the heady optimism in Etsy's earliest days. But then again, perhaps it best I arrived long after the last cup of kool-aid had been given out. Perhaps that makes it easier for me to accept that Etsy's a business with millions of dollars of investment and no closer to revolutionizing handmade than Apple is to producing a better crop of honeycrisps.</div>
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Etsy isn't our boyfriend. Etsy never was. It never will be. Etsy's more like our vibrator. It gives us what we want and there's no love lost or gained. We can ignore it and it won't ever bother us again, or we can plug in and go along for the ride. It's just a power tool. And as with most every power tool, much of its parts are mass produced in China. </div>
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Both women are eligible for AARP memberships. Both women did what they do best. And yet, somehow, people use words like 'tired' or 'cringeworthy' for Madonna while Annie gets the descriptors of 'breathtaking' and 'bringing down the roof'. </div>
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I'm torn here. Maybe because I'm closer to 50 than 20. But I am starting to see a massive hypocrisy in thinking our culture is obsessed with youth, when we also say once you're a certain age you must behave a certain way. I'm confused as to why two legendary performers are pitted against each other in a 'this is how you age right' way- when both are doing much of the same as they've always done.</div>
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It seems that Annie's personal style and music is one we accept at her age. Yet we've all deemed Madonna's personal style and music as the purview of the young, so she needs to give up already. Come on Madonna, you can't be hip when you're old enough to break one. You're not allowed a pass at the Grammy's till you sing a song that's as old as you are and put some fricking clothes on you old bitch. Them's the rules. </div>
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Have you read Outlander? I have. But I haven't seen any of the television program. Why? Simple. I don't have that channel. I'm hoping it ends up on amazon prime, netflix, or perhaps hulu. As I've got all those fricking things and STILL CAN'T SEE OUTLANDER YET!</div>
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Anywho, all of my fellow fiber obsessors were talking about the gorgeous knit items in the program. To which I said, screw that, I'm a hooker. After drooling over the photos of many of the shows gorgeously knit outerwear, I just had to drop everything and make something today. </div>
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I think any artist, but especially a knitter or hooker, knows the siren call of the right materials. I simply had to get my hands on some yarn and whip something up. Come hell or high water. Actually if either hell or high water showed up, I would indeed stop. </div>
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Here is the culmination of my afternoon:</div>
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<br />You have no idea how amazing this is to wrap yourself in. But you will know, because you are going to make it too!<div>
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<br />All in all, if you are an experienced hooker you should be able to make this in an afternoon. The biggest pain will be working with a large hook and/or bulky yarn if you aren't used to it or don't like to mess with such oversized materials. I'm not that thrilled with it if I'm honest it. It makes my hands ache and when you get near the end, the actual item is so heavy it's difficult to maneuver. <div>
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I am not here to trivialize real addictions. I am here to inform the public at large about this new, insidious substance, whose addiction levels are bordering on epidemic. Pumpkin. </div>
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On the streets it goes by many names. Pumpkin butter. Pumpkin bread. Pumpkin granola. Pumpkin latte...</div>
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Just like crystal meth ravaged middle aged soccer moms in the 90s, pumpkin is the current fad drug of choice. Last week at the mall I saw a few ladies snorting pumpkin spice tea right out of the bags in the corner of J Crew. </div>
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The effects of this epidemic are real. Besides typical drug side effects like weight gain (taking too much pumpkin), weight loss (surviving on the scent of autumn harvest Yankee Candles instead of eating), irritability (why is Target always out of my FUCKING PUMPKIN POP TARTS), anxiety (oh my god, what am I going to do in December when they stop selling this shit), there are obvious physical changes the body goes through.</div>
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It's like being the Incredible Hulk except orange instead of green. And instead of becoming big and strong during your transformation... well, I can only describe it as a carb/sugar coma combined with an orgasm wrapped around a pumpkin patch full of Chris Pratt dipped in cinnamon sugar emptying the dishwasher. </div>
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And the bad news is that unlike other drugs of yesteryear like the slime on the back of toads, pumpkin is extremely easy to procure. It's in every corner market. It's at every Starbucks. It grows right out of the fricking ground people! The laws are so far behind this thing, you can plant pumpkins all over your goddamn lawn and not even get arrested for it. </div>
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I got all that shit you see above at the store today. I didn't have to call a dealer. I didn't have to speak to anyone in code. I didn't even have to hand over that much money. All I needed to do was bring my own bags so the cashier wouldn't look me in the eye and see through to my very pumpkin stained soul. Did I feel guilty? A bit. But that ended once I got into the car and rubbed pumpkin butter all over my nipples. </div>
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SPRINGFIELD, NJ-- Society was appalled and outraged this morning when local woman Diane Lupton decided she simply no longer gives a fuck. </div>
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"Oh yeah, I used to give a fuck. Like really give a fuck. You know whales, politics, solar flares... the whole enchilada. But I realized lately that it makes no difference and only takes away from my Real Housewives viewing time. So I say, fuck it."</div>
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Rebukes were swift from area activists and professional angsters. "How could she? Doesn't she see all the problems we have," said the President of the Fed Up Constantly Klub. Members of the City Council added, "well just add her to the long list of people who already give so little of a fuck, they don't mind that we constantly raise their taxes and our salaries...muwahahahahaha!"</div>
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When we spoke to her neighbors they all said Diane was a friendly woman who kept to herself and this was out of character. Choking back tears, the nosey guy down the street said, "I track her every move and usually half her morning was spent reading news sites and becoming enraged. She cared so damn much. It almost inspired me to be a better man. And I'm a nosey, degenerate weirdo."</div>
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As my husband reminded me of a quote from Family Guy this morning- "isn't there an O in country?" </div>
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1) I'm a soccer fan. I love it. I have for years. I liked it before you did. I liked it before it was cool. I liked it before it became big. When it comes to soccer, I am the biggest fucking hipster you will ever know.</div>
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2) I was an Ann Coulter fan many moons ago. No, not because I agreed with her on everything. I appreciated that there was at least one (at the time) young, attractive woman representing conservatives. While the wiki entry under "republicans" basically showed the two old guys from the Muppets, it was refreshing to see someone who didn't meet every GOP stereotype get some air time. </div>
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Is she some kind of psycho hose beast? Has she not heard of Pele? Beckham? Ronaldo? Why do we know these names? Oh right... BECAUSE OF INDIVIDUAL ACHIEVEMENT. Surely she must know this. She can't be serious right? I know it's difficult to see past the end of her nose (literally) but come on. You can do better than this Annie. I know it.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Even in football, by which I mean football, there are very few scoreless ties — and it's a lot harder to score when a half-dozen 300-pound bruisers are trying to crush you.</span></blockquote>
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Two points here- does she know that the reason we call American football, uh, football, is because of its relation to um, soccer? There is a sport called rugby played in many other places and by some Americans. It's like American football without pads or incessant commercial breaks. Those 300-pound bruisers come at you and you don't have some helmet to protect your fried blonde mane. Wanna play Annie? </div>
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Anywho, rugby's full name is "rugby football". Soccer was referred to as "association football" to separate it from rugby. Association became abbreviated to "soc" and then morphed into "soccer". American football has its name thanks to soccer. Put that in your bowl of dust and eat it, Annie.</div>
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Secondly, the last time I checked American football players use their feet about the same amount of time soccer players use their hands. So maybe we can come up with another name for American football that's more accurate... how about "roided, bloated, criminal, concussed ball"?</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;">The prospect of either personal humiliation or major injury is required to count as a sport.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;"> </span></blockquote>
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While I find this point more akin to gladiator worship than sport, when was the last time someone was majorly injured in golf? Maybe Tiger's ex-wife kicked him in the balls especially hard, but does that count? Not to mention that in soccer referees and players being beaten and sometimes killed is unfortunately much more prevalent than the NFL. In American football they just beat their wives and girlfriends.</div>
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<a href="http://americablog.com/2014/02/dallas-sportscaster-wifebeaters-welcome-nfl-gays.html" target="_blank">Wifebeaters are welcome in NFL, but not gays.</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.foxnews.com/world/2013/07/07/brazil-soccer-referee-killed-during-match-his-head-displayed-on-stake-midfield/" target="_blank">Brazil soccer referee killed during match; his head displayed on stake midfield</a></div>
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Yes, I suppose it would make sense that Coulter can only take interest in sport that requires murder and mayhem. She's the queen of bomb throwing. Okay, they're not bombs, more like flaming handfuls of cow dung.<br />
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Players sometimes try to bite each other!</div>
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Come on Annie! Get involved! With your gnashers you could probably rise to the highest heights of individual achievement in soccer! And if the rest of us are lucky, you'll suffer a major injury!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: start;"><span style="color: blue;">It's foreign. In fact, that's the precise reason the Times is constantly hectoring Americans to love soccer. One group of sports fans with whom soccer is not "catching on" at all, is African-Americans. They remain distinctly unimpressed by the fact that the French like it.</span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Hmm... right. Okay. So, Ann... my sweet Annie. Are we using what African-Americans are interested in as some kind of barometer for the validity of an organized group trying to gain supporters/fans? Oh goodie. Well then, I guess that's your Republican party fucked.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">If more "Americans" are watching soccer today, it's only because of the demographic switch effected by Teddy Kennedy's 1965 immigration law. I promise you: No American whose great-grandfather was born here is watching soccer. One can only hope that, in addition to learning English, these new Americans will drop their soccer fetish with time.</span></blockquote>
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Yes, you read that right. She basically just said "yo' mama" err, or "yo' great-grandfather" to a couple of generations of Americans.</div>
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I can appreciate her taking a swing at Teddy Kennedy. We probably have all wanted to at some point. But I find it hilarious that she is slamming soccer fandom for only being a product of heritage, when basically all the sports the US supposedly cares about are the exact. same. thing. When was the last time you heard your Portuguese friend talking about the Cowboys game? Or how about that lady from Ghana you met? Was she talking about Derek Jeter's retirement? </div>
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I can't say for certain whether my heritage has influenced my love for the sport. I'd like to brag and think I just looked outside my neighborhood to see if there was anything better out there and found soccer. Yes, I'd like to think it's just because I'm so awesome that I turned off the tv on Sunday afternoons when NFL ruled the airwaves and looked for something different.</div>
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But perhaps it is because my great-grandfathers from Italy, who died before I was ever born, have been guiding me. Yes they are shouting "FORZA AZZURRI" at me from beyond the grave. That's it Ann. It's only because my relatives who never had the opportunity to show me soccer at all, since it wasn't on tv, and wasn't on the radio, and wasn't even discussed in our news, influenced me so. </div>
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How did you get interested in the NFL Annie? Was it because your great-grandfather was a roided, concussed criminal? Is that why you watch? To reminisce about your heritage? I feel you. </div>
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It's just that my heritage is full of historically significant art, music, food, wine... and calcio (soccer/football).</div>
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You've got jock itch and busty cheerleaders.</div>
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Well done, Annie. Well done.</div>
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My desk is always a mess. I'm what many people would refer to as, well, a slob. But I took an organizing class and it turns out I'm not a slob at all. I'm just someone who organizes everything in tangled, dusty, coffee stained sculptural filing systems. I'm not kidding. There's someone whose job it was to say that my way of "organizing" is in fact nothing to be ashamed of. So piss off. </div>
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But as you all know I constantly strive to better myself. Because the true sign of superiority is to acknowledge that you're not quite superior enough. And I'm here to better you too. Because the true sign of my awesomeness is being surrounded by the awesomest people on the internet. Let's get our shit together, err, together.</div>
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Here's what a fucking mess my shipping area is:</div>
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I know you're looking at that photo and thinking, my god, what is that thing? But I assure you it's all perfectly legal and if I need something on that desk, I know exactly where it is. Cause I can still find the desk and I know there's probably something on there I need (pay no attention to the expensive camera teetering on the edge- that's exactly where I want it).</div>
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As you can see, organizing is as simple as taking some old towels and throwing them over the whole desk. If you want to go a step further, maybe take some duct tape and make a hipster design on one or all of the towels. It gives it a trendy pop of metallic and the chevron design will have all your friends clamoring to ask you, 'where the... what the fuck?'</div>
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Your desk used to have all tiny, little, shitty piles. Now it has one massive mound of matter. I'd call that fucking efficient! Am I right? My extra tip for this strategy is to take one unique architectural element and place it in the void left behind. I chose a model of the Battlestar Galactica. This item is your focal point. It balances out the massive pile behind it. And it's cool cause you just found it under all your shit you moved, and were like, "I totally fucking forgot I had this... but I have nowhere to put it so I'll just leave it here in this new empty space I have to fill up."</div>
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Remember folks, cleanliness is next to godliness. But when it comes to cleaning, I'm a fucking atheist. </div>
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Summer is coming.</div>
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Yeah, I can see why Game of Thrones used winter. Cold. Frozen. Hard. Unforgiving. The imminent arrival of summer doesn't inspire the same level of dread- what with its sunshine and breezes. Unless... You're a parent.</div>
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With your kids getting out of school, use of the phrase "summer is coming" is like saying the wildlings are headed toward the wall. In this case though, one is a horde of violent, impulsive, verging on cannibalistic, devoid of civility, bribe taking mercenaries... And the other is the wildlings. The wall is your house- especially any room or chair you want to be in. The children may not be sophisticated, but like the wildlings, they outnumber you and smell weird.</div>
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While the real estate agent neglected to tell you that your home didn't come equipped with a giant scythe, she did say it's illegal in your state to lock your kids out and pray for reinforcements. I think arrows and hot oil are also no no's, but check with your local municipality to be sure. </div>
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Oh, I'm being slightly unfair. My children would never actually eat other people. But if I went away for a month, and no one was cooking for them, I think the cats should be nervous.</div>
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Still, with summer on its way I figured I'd share my tips for surviving the season. Note, I do not guarantee these are all legal. Or helpful. Just... tips. </div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Make your children do chores. Yup. You read that right. Get them up. Get them out of bed. Make them work. Just because it's summer doesn't mean they should be on vacation. When the hell do you get a vacation from their runny noses and farts? NEVER! Have them garden. Have them sweep. Have them clean the privy. Make them churn the butter. I don't care what century you're living in. Kids are just small humans. And humans were made to do shit. Literally and figuratively. Give them a list each day and a time within which it must be completed. You'll never get to be the dictator of a third world country. But by gosh you are the despot of the third world shithole you have a mortgage on. Use your power.</li>
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These tips might sound like common sense. But all too often I see parents complaining about their children and what they do or don't do. I'm no saint. My kids aren't perfect. But for fuck's sake I'll be damned before I let some midgets who share my DNA act turn into adult fuckheads. We have enough of those already.</div>
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Being a parent is a big responsibility. And during the summer we can't count on the government to ruin our children like they do the rest of the year. When school is out we are on our own against the Joffreys we've sired (not the incest bit). They are just waiting in their little rooms with their little crowns and little crossbows. And since you don't have any poison, you need other weapons in this battle. Stand fast my friends. Summer is coming. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-19021722794077028222014-02-11T11:39:00.002-05:002014-02-11T11:41:14.477-05:00I hope you didn't just eat...And if you did, I REALLY hope it wasn't a plate full of brussels sprouts. Side note, did you know they were called 'brusselS sprouts' and not 'brussel sprouts'? I just discovered this the other day.<br />
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But who fucking cares really cause they are the work OF THE DEVIL!!!!!!!!!<br />
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Seriously I consider myself a laid back eater. I eat just about everything normal. And my standard of normal is anything below that baby chicken still in the egg that they eat somewhere. Sorry, that's not normal. I know it's normal in the part of the world where they eat it but clearly they don't have pop tarts there.<br />
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Regardless, I have never liked brusselS sprouts. I like cabbage. I like all the vegetables that smell like farts when you're cooking. But I could never get behind the lowly sprout. It was sort of like biting into a bitter, rotting marshmallow with some leaves stuck to it. Blech. I just gave myself a chill even imagining it. <br />
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I did recently however find this recipe and it made a believer out of me. I could eat brusselS sprouts this way every single day and be quite happy. It's loaded with cream and lemon and is just deluscious. It's like someone took brusselS sprouts and turned them into a chocolate dipped pepperoni pizza, deep friend and rolled in buttered popcorn. You know you want some. <br />
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<a href="http://orangette.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-thing-since-brussels-sprouts.html" target="_blank">Totally does not taste like rotting flesh brussels sprout recipe.</a><br />
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Alas, I knew a good thing couldn't last forever. <br />
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This past weekend my husband and I were at the grocery store and discovered the horrifying truth. Look away now if you don't want to barf up your breakfast...<br />
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I MEAN IT!!!<br />
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Yes folks, this is how brusselS sprouts actually grow. On some sort of phallic stalk thingie. And they are just budding off of it like some nasty, alien, pustules. Just waiting to be popped. Essentially they are the genital warts of the vegetable world.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-9923209894168489172014-02-07T09:46:00.000-05:002014-02-07T09:47:45.949-05:00Cat and dogs in the hat<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yeah it doesn't have the same ring to it when you put the dog in there.</div>
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A great customer of mine told me that she sent a cozy to her brother as a gift. Said brother assumed the cozy was a hat... for his cat.</div>
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Now before you think he must be a total mentalist, I should share that often when I am making cozies in public people assume I'm making baby hats. It never ceases to amaze me that everyone always guesses the same thing... and that I must have about 85 infants sat at home with freezing heads.</div>
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So it's not that much of a stretch to think it could be a cat hat if you receive one as a gift and don't have a baby.</div>
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But I digress. I decided to try them on my own pets to see how it might work.</div>
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First, my Westie named Chutney:<br />
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Next, my mutt Peanut:<br />
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And finally my orange cat, Mama:<br />
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Note, I have another cat but amidst the photography of the previous three animals, she realized what a fashion tragedy was ensuing and strangled herself with an Hermes scarf. Not really. I don't even own a Hermes scarf. I'm not sure I'm even spelling Hermes correctly. She is just hiding somewhere I can't find. And even if I did find her she can evade capture better than Osama. Before he was caught obviously.</div>
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When all is said and done though I think we can agree- cozies aren't just for mugs. They're for pissed off pets too!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-29435210313032335042014-02-04T16:08:00.000-05:002014-02-04T16:08:04.678-05:00Err, what?<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is a real exchange between my husband and I:</div>
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Me: What's that gladiator film with Russell Crowe in it called?<br />Him: Uh, you mean <i>Gladiator</i>?</blockquote>
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And my friends this is why I am lucky to be married to this man. Because if I'm honest I wouldn't tolerate such idiocy in my own partner. Thank god he's more tolerant. Or maybe me being a moron feeds into his ego? Who knows. Who cares? Not me. Well obviously I do as it's my marriage. But I don't care about why we're married. I care that we are married. Cause if we weren't I wouldn't get an anniversary present.</div>
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What was that movie called with Steven Martin where he's the father of the bride?</div>
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Yeah, that didn't just happen. </div>
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It's just a shame that as we age our memory fades. Well, for most things. </div>
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Example where it's sad that our memory fades: I can't remember all the friends I was with at my first concert. </div>
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Example where it's good that our memory fades: it was a Michael Bolton concert. I don't remember a note.</div>
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I'm of the opinion that we forget things because our brains are filling up with info as we get older and eventually it starts overflowing like a pair of Depends on an incontinent race horse. I don't know if there's any scientific evidence to support that. But when was the last time I needed evidence to know I'm right? </div>
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Umm... is anyone surprised I don't remember the answer to that question?</div>
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<li>Russell is in a film about gladiators named Gladiator. Ooh, Hollywood, you're always SO CLEVER!</li>
<li>My husband is a saint.</li>
<li>They don't actually sell incontinence diapers for horses but I bet they'd need to be prohibitively large.</li>
<li>My brain used to be a tall glass of water but now, like an overflowing toilet, it's just full of shit.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-45694470583371540162012-11-05T09:51:00.001-05:002012-11-05T09:51:14.923-05:00Pee Wee Herman made bow ties cool.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-10383850522891266232012-08-07T12:50:00.000-04:002012-08-07T12:50:29.794-04:00The Miniature Olympics<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are all of you watching the Olympics? I am. I love them. I have watched them all my life. And I always think that if sports like handball or synchronized diving were televised regularly I would watch them. Probably not though. But I like to pretend to be that generous of spirit when saying things publicly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Something has struck me with these latest games. I'm sure it's not a new development but it's something I never really noticed before. Olympians are massive. Not necessarily very wide, though some are. I mean they are effing tall. That is to be expected when dealing with the best of the best of sports as in most athletics extra height gives you an advantage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this, my dear friends, is discrimination (you know I only write when I'm peeved about something so don't act all surprised). It's plainly discrimination. As plain as the 'petite' written on all my pants.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before you go and say 'oh well, suck it up. These athletes are the best and tough titties if you're not the best because you're not 84 feet tall.'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, you would be sooo wrong by saying that to me. Not to mention a little bitchy. Check yourself before you I smack you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have other olympics tournaments. We have the Paralympics which is for athletes with physical disabilities. We have the Special Olympics for athletes with intellectual disabilities (that description is from their website before you scoff- I know if it's intellectual disabilities why isn't Paris Hilton the all time champion? Got me.).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why then can't those of us who are short get our own Olympics? I can't compete against those amazon volleyball players or runners. I certainly don't have a chance in swimming when their bodies are practically twice the length of my own. It's elitist I tell you. It's heightest. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In fact, I would go so far as to say that the IOC hates short people. If not, why would they exclude us in this way? Make no mistake, they are excluding short people. If they were trying to include us they'd add sports like 'who can touch their toes the fastest' or 'who has the smallest shoe size.' Yeah, I know those aren't real sports at this time. But you're missing the point. The point is that the IOC is a hate filled organization. And that hate is spelled 'tall motherfuckers.' </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They don't even let short people work at the Olympics. We could never hang the flags from the ceiling during the medal ceremony, for example. We also can't reach up to put the medals around the tall athletes. And when was the last time you saw a cauldron that wasn't hundreds of feet in the air? The IOC is playing a constant game of monkey in the middle. And who's the monkey? The short people. They are calling us monkey. That's totally racist too now that I think about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To sum up: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being tall helps you in sports.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not tall.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is why, the ONLY reason why I am not an Olympian.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The IOC hates short people.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I demand they have a Miniature Olympics for all of us short arses. Not the midgets though. They can have their own. Cause midget Olympics would be fucking awesome! </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-56566356278411555222012-08-03T09:15:00.000-04:002012-08-03T09:15:45.332-04:00Let's revisit an old friend.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://knotworkshop.bigcartel.com/product/funny-coffee-mug-i-m-a-fucking-professional-crochet-handmade" target="_blank">This is my best selling item.</a> I sell shit loads. See what I did there? I said 'shit'. And guess what? I'm still a professional. Oh yes. Somebody stop me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The creation of this cozy was inspired by all the douches out there who say if you do 'xyz' you're not a professional. Of course xyz is the substitute for any number of things their small little minds have conceived to denigrate your behavior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are some examples:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) <b>If you swear you're not a professional: </b>I think I prove that wrong time and again. I thank you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2) <b>If you are humorous you're not a professional:</b> Somebody tell that to all the presidents whose entire administrations have been jokes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3) <b>If you don't act like I do you're not a professional:</b> Sorry but I don't think an asshat matches my outfit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To sum up, professionals come in all sizes and colors. I think we can all agree. Well those of us who aren't morons would. Sure we may not all act exactly the same but that's a good thing. Because a world full of most individuals I meet would be like the Matrix sequels. A complete and utter disappointing letdown covered in pleather and arrogance. </span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-57180543375483477062012-08-02T11:26:00.001-04:002012-08-02T11:26:54.469-04:00The tale of the 4th chair<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Does anyone still have one of these? The lonely fourth chair? You know the one I mean. The one that gets pushed up against the wall so no one could even sit in if they wanted to?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who invented this? Probably the same person who never picked me for the kickball team in gym class. How did he pitch this idea?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You see sir- we'll sell a table with four chairs. But then, we'll make the table big enough that in order to allow a single person room enough to cook they'll have to shove the table up against the wall. So they'll be paying for four chairs when they'll only ever use three! If they need a fourth they'll just grab the little stool from under the telephone. Stupid bastards! (evil laugh, evil laugh, evil laugh)"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Ingenious" said the money grubbing furniture manufacturer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you consider it, there are a lot of things that are like this fourth chair that never get used. The pan at the bottom of your stack of pans. The stop sign in a deserted industrial development. The diaphragm in the Duggar's medicine cabinet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I feel sorry for these items. Looking all lonely and getting dusty. But they're sort of the lucky ones, right? They stay young while everything around them ages. That chair is pristine. No backside has ever dented it. No marinara has ever dripped on it. When Grandma dies and you move the table away from the wall during the estate sale, the chair is a perfect example of 1960s design and function. And then you can sell it for shit loads on Ebay.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What's the moral of the story? When you're feeling desperate enough to sell your ass for money, remember the tale of the 4th chair. It's a better investment to keep your ass to yourself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think I have found my new calling. Short, pointless, ecards.
If you think about it, it was an obvious next step from painstakingly embroidering short, pointless stuff.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-40996956264606560982012-07-29T19:54:00.004-04:002012-07-29T19:56:11.046-04:00I made some ecards today.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It may become a new addiction. Eeek!</span><br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-89680916889947852182012-07-28T20:49:00.001-04:002012-07-29T19:56:31.561-04:00Sometimes you just need to stop talking to your husband<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why? Because sometimes your husband deserves it.
I won't go into some laundry list of what crimes against wife humanity my spouse has committed. We all know what they might be. Lying, cheating, stealing, changing the channel during Real Housewives... all are on equal cold shoulder footing to me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The result is still the same. Just. Stop. Talking. I know, this may not seem like a punishment. Men go around claiming we all talk too much anyway. Isn't this rewarding them? Nope. It's not. Why? Well there are two reasons. One, they're sort of stupid and don't realize they should perhaps enjoy this. And two, because it usually means dinner will be delayed or perhaps not even magically appear. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You see, to our husbands we are like fat and hairy versions of the tooth fairy. We don't collect teeth. We take more valuable things than that, like their youth and dignity. But in return we give them clean clothes, cooked food and half the chromosomes to satisfy their god given desire to spread their otherwise utterly useless seed. We are the tooth fairies for adult men. Sometimes we even wear cute little dresses and nearly smother them with the pillow while we're looking for something. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And sometimes the tooth fairy needs to shut the fuck up. Cause a tooth fairy that just stands there staring without saying a word is the stuff that nightmares are made of. Next time you'll watch Real Housewives. Oh yes. Next time you'll even like it bitch.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7715883444120282260.post-25187086480111183532012-07-26T12:20:00.001-04:002012-07-29T19:56:58.010-04:00A snap from my summer vacation<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Hendersonville, NC, USA35.3187279 -82.460952835.2669034 -82.5399168 35.3705524 -82.3819888