Bah Humbug rant

I love Christmas, don't get me wrong, but there are some serious dip shits that come out of the wood work this time of year.

Yeah, the malls are busier and it's next to impossible to get anywhere because of all the traffic. But when you add all the people who don't normally leave their houses to the road, it causes more problems. They don't know how to merge, signal or accelerate. They don't know how to park or just move out of the (my) way.

The temporary sales people (or maybe they're permanent and just stupid) aren't helping with anything. C'mon! There is no reason it should take 3 minutes to ring up a pair of slippers for that lady while there is a line of 12 people staring at you!

It's the Christmas season and Bed, Bath and Body doesn't have jack on sale except the Yankee Candle scent of the month.

I want to scream and shriek "MY NOSE! IT'S BURING!!!" every time I go into Michael's and have to pass within 50 feet of those damn cinnamon scented pine cones.

How can there be absolutely no, none, nada, zilch silver switch plates left at Menards? And what is that funky smell when you walk in the door????


Ahhh, Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year!

Free to be me

Be yourself. Who? Me? Who am I? I wear so many hats. I'm sweet yet I am such a bitch. I care so deeply and yet I couldn't care less. I'm funny but hey, this is serious stuff now. What did you say?! You've made me blush… say it again. I'm intelligent but goodness, what a ditz. Did I really just say or do that? I'm 30-something. No, 12 or 15. Wait, I'm four. Maybe I'm 20 again. Oh well, that's life; screw it. I am who I am. I'm all of the above.