And here I was. In my High School Senior photograph from 1990. I didn’t realize I was so fat in high school! I mean, I wasn’t really fat but my face...well, it must be holding on to some baby fat or something. My cheeks aren’t that puffy now and I’m WAY bigger than I was in high school!
Keep in mind that this is a photograph of a photograph so the quality is notsogood.
Anyway, thought you’d all enjoy my BIG ASS PERMED HAIR. *snort*
So, like Happy Halloween and stuff, y’all. I’m not one to dress up or one to pass out candy to beggars...but I do love dressing up my dog. LOL!
You KNEW it was coming, right? Of course you did.
So, anyway, here is Dixie’s costume for this year. Actually, it is a bit large for her but the Small looked so little and the medium is what I usually buy her...but I guess I should have gotten the small. I mean, I can alter it and take in the straps and stuff...but yeah, I’m kinda lazy.
Isn’t this a look? LOL! She looks so put-out by it. heh Actually, she was in hate with standing on the folding table. She knows when she stands on the folding table that she is either getting her nails clipped or brushed with THE OMFG RAKE...which isn’t a rake but is just a comb that strips her undercoat. Anyway, she hates it.
I guess I could have brushed her hair but that would have added to the trauma of being on the table.
I LOVE this picture of her. This is the look she gives me when she thinks I’m being a FUCKWITTED MORON.
And this one! With the ears...they make me LOL to death!

So yeah anyway, Happy Halloween. Have fun taking your children to strange houses and begging for food. Hope that works out for ya’.
I was grocery shopping earlier and noticed this soup on the shelf. It was so sad. I wanted to buy them all up so I could turn that frown upside down.
What the fuck am I talking about?
This:
Is it me or is that Creamy Sweet Corn Soup frowning? :(
I don’t view a lot of commercials because I don’t watch much television and what television that I do watch is normally pre-recorded on the DVR so that I can fast forward through them. However, I was watching “live” television tonight and this commercial was aired:
What. The. Fuck? Now, I don’t know what the hell the people at Purina People Chow (Jack In the Box, you see, the chain of restaurants used to be owned by Ralston Purina..makers of Puppy Chow and Dog Chow and Cat Chow....thus, they are referred to by me as Purina People Chow ) were thinking when they approved this commercial, but I think it is slightly disturbing and WAY annoying. In fact, Jack In the Box had another annoying commercial a few years back. It featured a bologna eater (you see, I refer to single men who have crappy, dirty cars or those who wear sweat pants as bologna eaters because no one in their right mind would ever have a crappy, dirty car or wear sweat pants unless they were single and nearing middle age losers with crappy jobs, thus meaning they ate stupid, cheap food like bologna sandwiches as they trotted along in their WoW game in their mother’s basement) anyway...it was this guy who was eating this huge-ass burger and shit was dripping off of it and he was making slurpy sounds and eating like a bologna eater would eat (in my imagination) which is all loud and messy and without a fork and knife or napkin.
Anyway. I hate Jack in the Box commercials. Though their breakfast burritos are kinda good even if they do have potatoes in them. And their tea is good...but not as good as McDonald’s iced tea.
Today I was shocked. I was reduced to only blinking at someone because of the ignorance which they displayed right in front of me right into my ear.
A woman that I know casually told me that she was not voting for Barack Obama because of his name. *blink blink blink* Then she goes on to say, “You know, that name. I don’t trust it. I mean they say he isn’t, but I just can’t know. I mean, his father was.” *blink blink blink*
A NAME? You aren’t voting for someone because of a name? I’m not voting for Barack Obama because I don’t agree with most of what he says...not because of his race, his gender, what he had for breakfast, what color his tie is, whether or not he is regular, what religion he is or is not, how many socks he owns or his name.
I was floored, y’all. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even pretend like I didn’t know what she was trying to say. All I could do was blink. I mean, I live in the People’s Republic of California. Peace, love, equality for all...and the rest of that happy horse shit.
I really hate ignorance.







