Someone, put me on The View...

In light of recent events and my new HDTV Antenna which allows me access to the news I have a mini political rant to go on today.

Obama went on The View for an interview, I actually thought that was pretty human of him, maybe not the best venue for politics, but who are we kidding it's one of the major subjects they discuss on that show everyday so why not have the leader of the free world on. So then Sarah Palin hops on her twitter to bash him for taking time to go on a talk show instead of fixing the world. Read that line over again...her twitter account. When did politicians start dealing with their issues in the same way 11 year old girls do?? I mean seriously. I, a big fat nobody, wouldn’t even hop on my twitter account to discuss politics if I wanted to be taken seriously. There is absolutely no legitimate political argument or view that should be stated in under 140 characters. None. At this rate, the way politics are going we may as well make Lindsay Lohan the leader of the Republican Party and Miley Cyrus the Leader of the Democrats send them into a bar to drink it out and who ever stumbles out best wins the election for their party.

Politicians are more concerned with the dirt and who is on what "side". Last I checked we should all be on the side of the American people. Put the b.s. aside, forget about the party lines and stop with the scandals, just do something before our country is cold and alone and knocking on China's (or some other country's) back door begging for food and shelter.

There are huge issues in this country right in front of us and I can’t even get a straight story about them because the media is too busy telling me about who got married this weekend or what shoes I should wear this fall. There is a television market for that but it's not what I tune into a news show for, it’s what I read perezhilton.com for. I have heard more about Charlie Sheen's car getting broken into then the horrific shooting spree an employee went on in Manchester, CT and what will be done to ensure that it never happens again. I'm not saying exploit stories like that but there has to be a balance. For once I would like to tune in to the radio or turn on the news to hear about how Joe Schmoe took a bad situation and made it right or how Jane Doe changed the world's view on equal rights by doing one simple thing, true everyday heroes who do things because of the passion and drive, not because of what their financial backers are telling them to do. (To clarify if someone has a financial backer other then their mother they do NOT fall into the "real people" category)

The party lines have to be trashed and there has to finally come a time in politics where we all unite under one roof and make decisions regarding what is right and what is wrong, not based on a favor someone did for you last election. If your politician buddy did you a favor to get something passed then take him to dinner, don't screw up my life to help him.

This country needs recalibrating. We need to figure out why the tragedy in Haiti got millions of dollars to rebuild and the everyday people who keep this country moving forward and take time out of their busy days to vote can't pay their rent. Jobs are still hard to come by, and prices just keep going up. Do you realize that minimum wage in New Jersey and minimum wage in Texas are the same?! Do you have any idea the insane difference in cost of living for those two areas? I can survive on $1,160 a month in the state of Texas...in New Jersey for that amount of money I'm lucky if I can find an apartment. The average new car payment is $400.00 a month so if you are paying $600.00 a month in Rent and $400.00 a month to provide yourself with a stable mode of transportation to get to your minimum wage job you can forget about electricity, food, and gasoline. You’re probably better off getting a piece of cardboard, a sharpie marker and finding yourself a street corner.

It's not just everyday people either. I have met military persons who are just starting off their lives who are forced to collect welfare and food stamps, because they can’t survive off of what the government pays them. A lot of these people are married with one sometimes two children. Now you may say to yourself "why are they getting married and having children if they can't afford it?” Well plenty of reasons. There is an un-said push in the military to start families; no one talks about it but its there. I know because I have experienced it first hand. We are also dealing with people who feel the need to do all of their living as quickly as possible because they may not come home from a war. And on top of that the military in this country doesn’t push any type of financial education on their members. If you were 18 and someone handed you a regular paycheck what would you do? In most cases the answer is spend it. Buy a car, buy clothing, and buy video games, all the things you get a job to buy. No one tells you to put something away into a savings account; you just have to figure that out on your own. And that is why Killeen, TX (next to Ft. Hood Army Base) has dozens of homes where you can find barefoot unsupervised children playing in the streets and a brand new Cadillac(with rims of course) in the driveway. And I don't blame these parents, it should be obvious that this isn’t right but if it's what your mom and dad did before you and what their moms and dads did before them then you just don't know any better. It’s a vicious cycle plagued by lack of education and appreciation for what is going on. Why do you think towns around military bases often get horrific names such has Fayette-nam or Harlem Falls?? Well it's not because of their strong Asian-pacific culture or jazz music that's for sure. All this and yet millions of dollars are leaving the pockets of the rich and not so rich to save the world outside of the US. There has to be balance. We need to do as much for ourselves as we do for others or else we are going to burn out and fast.

I say we require our members of the military to take at least one college course per semester while they are active duty. Do you know what I would do for a free education?? DO YOU?! And yet thousands just let it slip through their hands. No one tells them there aren’t a lot of six figure jobs they can do once they get out of the military for good without an education and someone needs to! Otherwise we are threatened with the repetitive cycle, that is in place today, staying forever and I want to see the lives of people bettered, especially if they are willing to lay their lives down for me and my rights.

This mess that is the USA isn’t Obama's fault; he was just the guy who got stuck with the problems that others created. It isn’t going to be the fault of the next president either, or the one after that regardless of political party – I don’t support either. It's the fault of a crappy system that allows greed and corruption to run wild while honesty and justice fall by the wayside. Now I will say that Obama really isn’t doing much to fix the current situation but I don't think he was ever the best candidate for the job. I hate to say this but being that racism is still alive and well in this country I think that he was elected to meet a political quota, so all of the fools in this country who have never stepped out of the pristine borders of their primarily white gated communities can say the words "See, racism doesn’t exist because we have a black president". It's the same as the housewives who say they aren’t racist because they watch Oprah. I recently experienced something that literally left me speechless, and as you can clearly see I generally have no trouble finding words. I heard a little girl maybe 10 or 11 years old refer to her neighbors as "those n*****s down the street". Oh and the N and stars word is exactly what you think it is. I must have looked at this child for a solid 10 minutes with my jaw resting nicely on my feet. But don't worry folks, we have a black president so racism can’t possibly exist in the US, and I hope you can all taste the bitterness that is sarcasm in that.

We have a system that has worked for some, in place in this country, but in my opinion until it works for all it's not working. Something’s got to change we need to move forward and stop fighting each other if we has a nation ever want to be taken seriously by the world again. However until we stop tweeting, spending and arguing our way into the Fallen Empire Hall of Fame nothings going to change. Perhaps this country's ways are similar to an addiction, an addiction to greed to unfairness to disgusting scandals and habits, to other people’s misery and maybe we need to hit rock bottom before we climb back up, but for anyone whose hit rock bottom you know it's going to be an ugly journey. I just wish for one second everyone could see through the eyes of someone else. For one second understand that we, the United States, are the children in a very adult world and we have so much growing up to do.

All I need are streamers for the handle bars!!

Today...after work...I ride.

I will have you all know that this could get ugly. I havent actually ridden a bike in a while, give or take ten years. But this bike is purple and soon it will have both a basket and streamers. Therefore I must put my life on the line and ride. :-D So psyched!!

Gimmie and "I"!!! (for inappropriate)

WOW. So today I am appauled at a few things. First the fact that there are so many desperate woman in the US of A. Frankly if we are still within the first 10 seconds of meeting I DO NOT need to know that you passed out on your way in the door to work yesterday, rushed to the doctors office and were diagnosed with PRE-diabetes... Something I didnt even know exsisted. I kinda of thought you either have it or you DON'T. Apparently I was wrong and you can have all of the signs and symptoms of diabetes and need to treat yourself as though you have diabetes, but you don't have diabetes. AND I learned it all from the receptionist at the collision center I went to at 7:30 this morning while I waited for my estimator to come out and meet me. I learned all of this joyus info in under 2 minutes. I would have been perfectly happy with the offer of coffee and morning silence. Really. But instead this is what you get, way too much information from people who have no one better to tell this information to. How desperate and in need of attention can one be?! I'm sure she was displeased with my, "wow, that sucks" response, but im not going to mourn her health for 20 minutes when it was something I wasnt interested in, in the first place.

Honestly this probably wouldnt bother me if it was something I didnt deal with on a daily basis. I come into work every morning with a positive "it's a new day" outlook and everyday my happy-go-lucky ways get smashed by the always inappropriate *bleep*. As to not disclose tooooo much information I will simply call her "bleep".

Bleep is a creeper, a liar and the most desperate woman I have come in contact with ever. I have caught her in multiple lies in the short time ive been here but the worst happened within my first two months here. I used to bartend and I learned a trick to spiral napkins while doing so. The first time I set up for a meeting at the office, I spiraled the napkins, she watched me do so and asked me where I learned to do that. I explained the "used to bartend" story. A month later I once again spiraled some napkins for a meeting...she once again saw me. At that point she said, "Hey you must have bartended, I learned that trick when I was a cocktail waitress, never seen anyone else do it before". My mouth literally dropped open and I kept moving thinking that I may be stuck in an alternate universe and I didnt want to see what might happen next. Eeeek! I think this expresses the creeper aspect.

Now the desperation comes in another way. She was dating a guy for about month, if even....after that short amount of time she was discussing adopting his child from a previous marriage, they had put down a deposit on an apartment together and she was ALWAYS looking at rings online. I met this man once, he seemed sane, clearly im a bad judge of character. Now the week after Christmas I recieved word from her (i was the only other non-attorney in the office) that the bf broke up with her on Christmas day. (twas like a mini b-day present for me LOL) She was miserable, but now she is talking to everyone like she an the guy are still together, yet she is on "plenty o' fish" daily....which is a dating site. Sooooo which is it crazy? Are you a naughty woman who is cheating on her reconciled love or are you just proving your creeper status?

I don't understand the desperation. I understand wanting to be loved, but do you really want to marry someone you have known for a couple of weeks? Really?? And if that person wants to marry you after a couple of weeks are you sure you really want to be comfortable around them?

This stuff, on top of her coming in yesterday looking like a prostitute clown put her make-up on her with a putty knife has really made me wonder if she is going to go postal at somepoint. Like seriously...this is koo-koo for coco puffs shit.

And the desperation I could forgive if she wasnt such a wreched bitch to work with otherwise. She is the only person who seems to think she can talk to me like im a moron and put me down daily and act like I cant handle anything. Yesterday she had to cancel something on the copier...walked away from the copier to tell me that the copier was out of paper and I needed to put some in, when literally the paper is NEXT to the copier. Even the highest ranking folk in the office arent too proud to add paper to a machine. These nasty un-needed digs are ridiculous and shameful. And yet my hands are tied. ARGH! Just argh.

ANYWAY my point is that im surrounded my desperate lonely women in this world and there are times I honestly feel im standing alone. Or maybe their desperation is working because by writing this im giving them the attention the desire. Either way I need to meet people and surround myself with people who dont need attention to survive. This is coming from the drama queen with a blog!!! Oiy.

This picture always makes me happy. When im feeling blue or just need a reason to laugh I look at my cat poe poe. This was right after I shaved him....amazing isnt he. He was so pissed. And yes you can shave a cat, I shave mine seasonally.

No pun intended.

Adult much?

Question, in your opinion at what age does it become NOT okay to say "I'm never speaking to you again?". Because those words were used on me recently and I'm thinking the only way I could respect those words is if I was a 3rd grader. Not to mention do I really want to associate myself with someone who ends a friendship in that way? The answer is no. Which is why I'm pretty happy the words were said because I don't think I could speak to you again with out laughing my ass off.

So true.

Tonight we Disco.

So I have formally decided that I will banish all trace of a diet today and feast on disco fries. It has been well over a year that I have had them. And though tonight I will not eat them in a diner while chain smoking and drinking root beer they will still be the most delish thing on the planet.

For those of you who have NO CLUE what a disco fry is I shall describe it.

Disco Fries are generally served as thick cut steak fries, brown gravy and mozz cheese. Now there are some variations like american cheese instead of mozz, but it's just NOT the same. I think American cheese should only be served with the fries. Such a cheese has not earned the gravy yet. Obviously much like their countries of origin Mozz cheese has been around much longer then American...survived wars, famines, artificial-ness. Mozz just deserves the gravy and the fries. Perhaps someday american cheese you too will know such amazing-ness and earn the name disco. Until then New Jersey will reign as leading disco fry producer and no not even paula dean can bring disco fries out of jersey.

I googled disco fries today because I am that bored at work, and hungry. The top ten items that popped up on google included a recipe for Disco Fries by Paula Dean. IMPOSTER! YOU, Paula Dean, are NOT from the state of New Jersey and therefore should not be recipe-ing a jersey food. Stick to butter dishes and fried chicken. Leave the disco foods to us.

Back in the day (like 6 years ago) I worked at this car dealership in East Hanover, NJ. Supposedly the diner right next door is the origin of the name "Disco Fries". Obviously I can't prove this but think of it as an urban legend. Apparently the night/early morning cook at this diner had these kids come in from the discos every night and every night they would ask for mozz cheese fries with gravy on the side. (Disco fries have been proven to both rescue one from a hangover and prevent a hangover if eaten while still drunk) This cook got so sick of the order that one night he walked out into the dining room of the diner threw a plate of mozz cheese fries on the table and dumped the brown gravy all over the fries. Then he exclaimed, "Here ya damn disco trash, eat your fries now, damn disco fries". And since then Disco fries have been served with the brown gravy on the fries and called Disco fries.

I have no idea if that is true, but I do that my first taste of disco sweetness hasnt left me to this day. Ah, disco fries.

I broke down...all the way down.

Follow me on Twitter...that way there is a point to me breaking down and joing LOL

@ChristinaLeeJ

A mother knows best.

The other day it was brought to my attention (by my mother) that in my VERY first blog I spelled the word whom NOT womb which is what I meant to spell. I have not fixed my error, just issued this apology blog as if I work at the New York Times, which I don't. I would also like to take a moment to compare myself to my celebrity like-ness-es by issuing a series of excuses for my mis-spelling of the word womb.

I spelled womb wrong because:
1. My mother never taught me to spell, so now I should get my own reality show.
2. I am working and un-focused and really shouldnt be blogging in the first place so I'll take this time to correct one wrong with another wrong.
3. I was on a drug induced blogging spree, but I just checked into rehab. I will spell more properly from now on, I promise, til next time.

Thank you for reading and once again I apologize for my obvious stupidity.

The Snuggle Suit

Thank you JCPenny's for bringing the snuggie to the next level. I mean think snuggie but with arm holes and leg holes...it's a wonderful hybrid between the fleece robe and the blanket, what kind of science is this??

A-freakin-mazing. I will never be cold again.

Turn off your screaming child please.

I'm in Chipotle yesterday grabbing a bite for dinner because it's late, im hungry, I just tried on a million dresses for NYE and hated all of them and I still have about an hour left to my "going hom from work" commute. I'm standing in line waiting to give my order of mild tomatoe, sour cream, cheese, guac and lettuce on my veggie burrito when everyone stops....

Coming from the freezer of the Chipotle store is this horrid screaming, like a child who just found her parents lying in a pool of there own blood, skin crawling scream. It sounded as if it was coming FROM the freezer but at the same time it almost sounded like it was on a tv in the back or outside, very distant. The manager who was frozen in horror stared at the freezer door as if at any moment a villian of your worst nightmare was going to bust out with a chainsaw....and then it happened.


Some idiot from the line silenced his cell phone. RIDICULOUS!!!!

Who in gods name would want the sound of a blood curdling screaming child on there cell phone, can you imagine getting a call at three in the morning when you are alone in your city apartment and that's the sound you hear?? Please!! I'd need a prescription cocktail just to handle getting a phone call!! Because if I hear a screaming child when I am alone in my apartment at night then one of my two worst nightmares has come true; 1) I have given birth to something or 2) A child is being killed outside my door and I will be forced to get out of bed and dial 911. And who the hell wants to work with the guy who enjoys listening to children scream, sounds like a bad episode of L&O SVU, for real.

So after much giggling commenced from the people making my burrito I paid and left, however that scream still lingers on my ears and that burrito still lingers as heart burn. It was a night my anxiety ridden mind and my esophagus will not soon forget.


Thanks to you burrito boy, thanks to you.