Rant time

Well now, as today I am 90% recovered from Sunday's debauchery, my head is coherent enough to form proper thoughts and sentences. I put this rant off for 4 days because I've been busy, but it still irks me enough that I can't let it go.

The topic-dog tags.

Here's what I understood what the purpose of wearing dog tags were for. You are an enlisted person in the armed forces. You are in combat and die. When they find your corpse, if they cannot bring it back at the moment, they snap off one of the tags and leave the other one to identify your remains while still confirming your death during combat.

It kind of defeats the purpose of it if you are wearing a bedazzled cubic zirconia Prada dog tag on a sterling silver chain to go along with the rest of your fake millionaire ensemble. Well, that and the fact that you never served.

Case in point 4 days ago where there was a pair of idiots wearing their 30k milli gear playing pong at work. One of them was wearing a 2 sizes too small Affliction shirt to go along with his spikey frosted tips. Adorning his neck was a sparkly jeweled & silvered dog tag, which he was obviously proud of. I suppose he's in his rights to be proud of the fact that he was able to afford the $200 piece. However not as proud as those who devoted priceless years of their lives, families, time, tears, pain, blood and their own lives to proudly earn a set of their own.

Second case in point- about 2 weeks ago, one of the bar regulars was walking outside when she was hit on by another male customer wearing a set of tags outside of his shirt. She questioned him on if he served. He said no. She asked why he was wearing them if he didn't serve, and then proceeded to make him eat the fact that her deceased USMC husband died a year ago in Iraq. Unbelievably...and I quote....his response was....

"But they're GUCCI!"

I almost threw up. After she walked away I overheard his rants to his friends on what the hell was that "crazy bitch's" problem. Again, I stood astonished.

Again, from what I understood, a soldier does not wear them out to be noticed, and chances are, the only way that the soldier gives up his tags is when he dies. On that note, shame on you Scottsdale, shame on you.

That's my rant, and I'm sticking to it.

Difference between arrogance & finding self

This is my rant for the week. Of course, I'm pretty sure that I've touched on this subject before whether it be here or live in person, but it still irks me on a near daily basis. As most of you may know, as of February, I've put forth a lot more efforts to look introspectively unto myself to take stock of whats going on and in fact treat myself from time to time for the sake of doing it for me. That makes sense, not only for me, but for everyone. Its a necessity in order to keep people from breaking down and going insane. There are a few people out there that endlessly give themselves up for others without tending to one's self, and that is commendable, but I wonder how they do it.
Now to my point. Its the opposite side of the spectrum that completely boggles my brain. Its so asinine that it bears with the logic of going swimming wearing a concrete suit-as in how can a person be so self deluded into thinking that the world revolves around them.
You've seen the dudes out there-Affliction T-shirt wearing (did you know there is a Affliction band that is literally a gay band?), 30 k millionaire used leased BMW driving, still lives at home with Mom and Dad off his trust fund while he works as an assistant manager at Dillards or a Chase bank call center. His shit in fact smells like Drakkar Noir to him, but in reality it is a tinge worse than sweaty balls and ass. Yet, the world owes him a favor. No, a plethora of favors because he is just existing in your bar, restaurant or in the world in general. You guys really should have been swallowed at birth. How does one's ego become so engorged with self centering that it has begun to eat itself? Honestly, these boys don't really bother me too much. The concept of their existence does, but for their actual physical appearances in my life and work, I applaud it. It gives me a reason to laugh, point fingers at, for you to be the subject of my ridicule amongst friends. You make me feel so much better about myself that I should thank you for being the douche you are.
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Then there are the Princesses.
Um, sweetheart...(I motion for you to lean in so I can whisper a secret to you)...honey, you aren't nor ever will be a FREGGIN PRINCESS! The world doesn't cater to you in your wannabe Tiffany's gift box glory, nor your Prada or Dolce & Gabbana cop-off bag collection.
Just because Daddy spoils you and calls you a princess doesn't mean you are one. You know what makes you a princess? Come on, take a guess...how about being a part of a royal family, which as you just may have noticed, you are not part of. So, when you go on out to the clubs to shake your tail feather or out to my bar dressed like a quite slutty princess and then bad mouth all the gentlemen who are staring at you and talking to you like you are a slut because of the pretentious attitude and questionable clothing you are adorning; listen for that breaking glass behind you, for in fact its your tiara being crushed. Fact of the matter is that you are in your mid twenties, a front end manager at the local mall's Hot Topic store and go home alone every night complaining about why you can never keep a guy around as you bury your self in a half gallon of ice cream while you watch re-runs of Grey's Anatomy. Maybe the dudes like to date real commoners instead of wannabe princesses who flaunt that sparkly cubic zirconia crown.
Granted, I like independent women who like to present themselves well and have class, but most of the one's I see are just pretending to be something that they are not. It really isn't all about you hon, in fact, the only time it is, is when we're all making fun of you.
That's my rant, and I'm sticking to it.
Now off to work to deal with all of the said above.

Sunday Mass

Sniff, sniff...can you smell that? In two more short weeks it will be time to head back to church on Sundays. What more of a fitting way to open my season off (ok its preseason) with my lovable colts starting games off on August 3rd.

I will say that I will not be able to fully enjoy Sundays until about November as it will still be between 110 and 88 degrees during the day before then.

A perfect Sunday morning consists of forcibly waking up all groggy from working the night before, putting on a pair of sweats and my jersey, hopefully with a chilly rainy winter drizzle outside, plugging in the crockpot to make homemade chili during the next 8 hours, making breakfast (a screwdriver and some waffles) and then having some friends over or going out to watch the days games in utter gluttonous sloth bliss. Now that's a good Sunday.

Others relish Monday night football, which is of course, damn good, but it lacks the all day manly enjoyment of watching multiple gridiron games. Besides, Monday is usually a recovery day for me as I will sleep in well past noon.

So bring it on O Sundays of lore, your congregation awaits ye!

my personal coma

I can't remember the last time I had felt that exhausted. Well, maybe it was Superbowl weekend and that lovely back to back to back doubles shifts at work. I had closed at work on Tuesday night and did a turnaround to open on Weds. It's becoming a regular shift for me. The downside is that 99% of the time after I get home from a night shift, I am still awake and I need to unwind a little before bed. So, I'm always unable to sleep when I get home Tuesdays before going back into work a few hours later and I end up getting a 2-4 hour nap after the sun has come up-yes, summertime out in the desert sucks when sun-up is at 4:30am.
So Weds day I was a zombie at work. I suffered through it and got home around 7pm. I made it to about 8pm before I passed out. I woke up at midnight to take care of some things around the house and have a bite to eat, but soon I passed out again a little before 2am. When I opened my eyes again, it was 1 in the afternoon. I had slept 4 hours only to wake up and go back to sleep for another 11. I was impressed. I do feel rested though. I'm going to need it for the 4th of July weekend. I won't have a day off until next week and this whole weekend is going to be super busy at work, starting with tonight. Damn drunks. Remember how I said a while back that the sucky part of this job is not having major holidays and weekends off? Well this is one of them. I think in my decade of working in the industry, I've had one or two 4th of July's off. This won't be one of them. I just hope that there won't be too many jackasses in the bar this weekend. If so, I'm gonna start firing bottle rockets up their butts.
Outside of that, my other updates are looking pretty positive. My bike package came in the mail the other day and I installed all the new stuff, so now both bikes are operational. It's going to be interesting to see how the runaround bike works with the panniers on the sides for groceries. that and to bee how my ATB bike handles with the new tires. One thing is for certain, I may not be testing them until next week. Why? Well its 114 degrees these next few days. One hundred and fourteen. Gets cool at night right? Nighttime lows- 96 degrees. With no thunderstorms lined up, this town is a dry dustbowl of a oven.
At least next week it should get back down to a reasonable 106. Meanwhile back home in Cali its a frigid 80 degrees.
I went to the store the other day and spent $80 in groceries for the first time in over 3 months. It felt so nice to stock up the fridge and freezer with essential milk, bread, eggs, juice, meat and veggies. I got only things that were on sale, which helped. I did buy one, and only one vice. They had Breyers ice cream on sale, so I got a tub of chocolate for $3. I haven't bought ice cream in almost 6 months. Add to the fact that I've had a chocolate craving the past 4 days that was left unfulfilled. It was a tasty treat.
Fry's and a lot of the other markets have a big 4th of July sale event this week until Sunday or Monday, so if I make enough this weekend, I want to try and get in on the monster deals to restock up the canned goods and freezer meats.
I can't keep up with Jenny's shedding. She's been leaving golf ball sized hunks of undercoat everywhere around the house and I need to vacuum on a daily basis. I just can't afford to spring the $60 to take her in to get her shaved up for the summer. Speaking f, I need a haircut too. Once again, if this weekend is really, really good, I can sport $80 and get both of us trimmed up.