Everything is still sucky

When in doubt, go with the bar.

I am starting to revive from the disease. My teeth still hurt, my jaw still hurts and I am having trouble turning my head. I am doing slow stretches. And I have to clean this place, that is a daunting task right now.

Big Daddy left us and went to BFE where it is 6.6 degrees and the only vehicle they had was a Hyundai. Please keep him in your thoughts. He only has to drive 2 hours to the shop from hell to see why they cannot make parts.

The elections/politics are cracking me up. You cannot deny that Hillary's statements on sexual predators kinda smells, you cannot deny that Joe is sniffing, you cannot deny Trump is sliming along and nobody is stomping on that guy today.

Out state we have Obama stopping in to make remarks in Louisiana with their new Dem Gov, now lets see if they will tax themselves to pay for what they want. And here at home Gov. Snyder is taking a stomping as somehow people are paying for water that is poison in Flint. How the hell does that happen when you have a dude you put in there to fix this shit?

Oh, and none of our Detroit school teachers want to teach, they are all sick. Enough to shut down many schools this week. And we are still seeing DPS associates/officials going to jail. For stealing the money that the teachers want. And, DPS still has the same number of administrators for far less children that they now do not teach. How does that work?

Sammy went out to pee and poop and neither took more than a few seconds. It is cold here. And I hope the crew comes and cleans this up for me.

Life goes on

So many things are confusing. And pissing me off. Why the fuck is some dickwad from CNN traveling the streets of New York looking for the home of the maid in the "Dom and the Maid" story? I call him Dom because I seen his mug on TV so often I feel I know him. Not in that sense. And CNN interviewed a woman from Paris and asked her what the difference is between Paris and the Bronx. If that is not the stupidest thing I have ever heard just call me . . . never mind opening the wine now. We all know there are no real French restaurants in the Bronx.

Took my last Z-pak tablet today so we will see. Need to make appointments for when we go home and will take Punkin Head's advice on finding a doctor that takes this weirdo insurance. Punkin Head is getting ready to return the lease car and until we get home this will be the first time without a vehicle since we were both teenagers. How odd. Of course a rental car when we return will cost more than a lease payment so no party will be had for money saved. Hope we can get a car we can live with and not be pissed off with a ride that sucks. Just another reason I hate this economic meltdown for everyone except Wall Street and the automotive leaches.

Oh and if  I heard things correctly (and that is very dicey here in the communist country) Obama told Israel to fuck off in a very nice way.  Kinda like good luck but I can't help ya, but you need to get your shit together on your own, and the old city is kinda up for grabs, but we love ya. Oh and we told the mean guys not to shoot at you anymore, so its good. Wonder what he is telling Bahrain about the home of the Navy guys. Wonder what Hillary is thinking, I always said she fucked up when she took that job. She was the only person that told him no. Maybe now she can quit and learn how to do her hair or get a brush cut. Whatever.

Now on to me, which is what this blog is all about anyway. I am so pissed off about my hair appointment last Friday I could scream. Of course the extreme sore throat stopped that action, but the thought has been with me all week. What part of blond hair does this bitch not get? I heard about another salon so Big Daddy and I must search the streets for these saviours of white people hair. This is one time that if I can get a better hairdresser I will walk back in the door of Chez Shiity and say look bitch, this is called blond hair and this is called a blow dry. Well she is French and according to Dom ya gotta go to the US to get a blow job.

Ok, new movie for tonight, gotta get dressed and pretend I feel like a human. Maybe dinner out.

Not Funny Just Down Right Hilarious

Councilwoman Joann Watson, generally viewed as not the stupidest person on the Detroit City Council, (okay that is not saying much) just found out that her $67 and change tax bill on her home was not right. Yep, 67 and change was not enough taxes. Cuz her home was listed on the tax rolls as a vacant lot. Her response was that she was insulted her house was worth so little. This has been going on for years. The house she remortgaged to finance her run for the council seat. AND YOU ASK WHY DETROIT IS SO FUCKED UP. The woman reviewing budgets can't do 5th grade math.

I believe Obama stole a page from Chrysler for the military. There was only 1 jet this morning out of Selfridge for the Memorial Day parades. This would be called an MCM at the three headed dog. Don't remember the exact name of the acronym, but it means cost save-usually at a quality cost. Don't those jet pilots need to train and fly on a regular basis. Oh, excuse me, I forgot=we call that buzzing Manhattan to take pictures.

Big Daddy got word they are working on an offer. Don't know whether to think to the future or hide some more. Either way some serious decisions have to be made and some serious structure to a plan has to be followed. The house will have to be ready for storage, sale, something no matter what happens. If this offer goes through GrrDog will have to find a new home. He is too old to go through immigration and quarantine. Gotta buck up and keep my eye on the ball.

Funny of the day: Big Daddy got himself a birthday present. A Morse Code web sight, so next time we are overtaken by the Martians when AM radio is on we can figure out where they will land. I'm thinking Cobo Hall or Joann Watson's vacant lot.

Just Odd Little Thoughts

I received an email from President Obama asking me to back his health care reform and requesting I write my congresspeople. The thing is the email did not tell me what the reforms actually were. And the only reason I get these emails is I wrote to him when he was running for the job to tell him I did not agree with some of his ideas. He never answered my questions but his peeps did ask me for money. WTF. My first reform would be that all government employees receive exactly the same benefits as the people they represent-medical, salary, vacation, and pension. If most of your peeps are union and get a pension, then so do you. If most of your peeps are like me and have to save my own money for retirement, then so do you. And your money comes from your state, not the feds. Michigan money should not pay for New York bennies.

Funnies of the week:

I was listening to the radio and Big Daddy came in and asked who was doing Morse Code. Yes Morse Code was coming across the radio for about 10 minutes. Was it military from Selfridge or some ham operator? Who knows? Told Big Daddy to brush up on his Morse so he can figure it out next time.

GrrDog came home from the spa with a bow on his collar. This is unusual for GrrDog and Big Daddy mentioned it. Spa peeps said he was a fairly good boy. BiG Daddy mentioned bow was on the collar and not on the top-knot. Spa said GrrDog was not THAT "a good boy". How can such a cute fucker be such a terror. And his terrible gas is back.

Rex Parker Does the New York Times Crossword had a fight with Evil Doug. Over rap music. On a blog about puzzles. This only confirms my earlier observation that blogs deteriorate the longer the bloggers sign on, bloggers think their opinions matter, blog owners think they are relevant and this whole venue is hilarious. Sometimes it is fun, once in a very great while you may learn something and mostly it is hoo-haa. And this fight happened one of the very few days I actually worked this year so I missed the whole damn thing and only caught up on some of it today. Drat, Egad, and I am irked. Word of the day antithetical, written by Orange, the smartest person I don't know.

Gossip

People are indicating that Chrysler could go back to work in the next few weeks. I pray it is true so I can make my house payment.

Some Things Change and Some Things Don't

Dealerships are being shut down today. Some are family owned businesses that supported a couple of generations with middle class lifestyles. Not yachts and moats like out British kin, but sand boxes and side walks. Oh well, as long as Obama is happy. Maybe Obama will buy us all an IPod and some DVD's that we can use in our tent cities, where I am sure we will have solar and wind power.

Don't want to piss off my UAW friends-but ya know we are gonna have all the best spots first in tent city. Look for swamp.

Big Daddy is networking, resuming, and telling his head-hunter peeps anything is good now. No more I would like to live in a real apartment. Tent City is fine.

And now our best cartoon, Nancy Pelosi, is saying Bush buffaloed her. She did not understand? Once again I must state we need to take those pearls and put them on a normal person. I vote for me. If I don't win can we auction them off and buy port-a-pottys for tent city?

Goodby GM, Hello Chaos

So Obama told Rick to take his balls and bats and go home. Okay. Then Obama told everyone the US Government would guarantee warranty. WHAT? Does the government understand how warranty works? Where do they think the parts come from? This is called Service Parts Operations, run by GM, supplied by suppliers, sent to GM dealers, paid for by GM. At what moment does Obama and Timmy think this warranty issue is not going to be a big problem. Chapter 11 means no more parts for any reason until they are paid for. And Service Parts are shelved waiting for a dealer to call, and by the way, under Chapter 11, there are no more dealers.

Crazy Ass shit.

Met my new Quality Manager today (from a town far away), he came to Plant Okey Dokey to assess the damage from his shit shipments, and guess what? He looks like a serial killer. I am not making this up. Someone told me once, why would anyone go there other than to hide. Shiver, Shiver. And a QM from another far away plant just recently was put in prison for a long time for killing his wife.

We seem to attract the best and brightest.

Everyone is depressed over Obama saying he knows how to run the auto industry and Timmy saying that over time we won't care how much money we make. WTF

Writer's block overcome

Had a hard time this week putting something in writing. Started a few things and they just weren't right. Now I know why. I need stimulation that makes me laugh. And I have been laughing my ass off since yesterday. Where to start, the Detroit City Council or the Obama DVD gifting. Oh, and lets not forget the New Orleans City Council and Mayor's office.

The funniest has just got to be the special session called last night by Monica Conyers for the Council. The video on WXYZ.com is hilarious. Barbara Rose Collins droned on and on about God knows what. None of this drivel made sense. Then she accused L. Brooks Patterson of setting a bus on fire and calling her a monkey.. . .this is a woman who wore a tiara to a council meeting because it was her birthday. I don't remember if she had money pinned to her blouse. Then she stated that she had not taken her pain meds that day so she would make sense. Then she started singing. Yes, singing. Onward Christian Soldiers. And she forgot the words. WTF. To be fair, L. Brooks did respond the only thing he wanted to steal from Detroit was the Fist and Ms. Collins tiara. Gotta Love Detroit.

Now, on to the DVD's. What was he thinking? Movies? Just regular movies? I think we should all send President Obama a DVD of our favorite movie. I will send him my copy of United Flight 93. I never been able to bring myself to watch it.

New Orleans, people-people, just call the Detroit Free Press attorneys and find out how to get the emails, ya'll don't need to re-invent the wheel. We did all that and our mayor went to jail. And maybe, unless Obama tells the U.S. Attorney office to back off, so will the City Council.

Okay lets sum up:

Obama-Stock Market means nothing/DVDs mean I am your friend.
Detroit City Council-Pain meds means I won't make sense/singing means.....
New Orleans-Just get Brad Pitt to produce a reality show of City Council meetings.

This is a DISASTER

The phone rang at 8AM on a Saturday. This is a bad sign, no one would call me at 8AM on a Saturday unless they believe I need to buy something from them or they have BAD NEWS. It was BAD NEWS. My toe and finger lady cancelled my pedicure. She cut her cornea. WTF. Do I try to do my own toes-try to live two more weeks with these toes-what if I have to find a new toe lady-I just bought new pedi socks last month, I can't waste them by doing my own toes-besides I can't see that well and I am used to perfect polish. Damn. There are days my toes are my only moment of happiness. Everyone wants something from me. Grrdog wants to pee/poop/get a cookie/and most importantly grr at me. Big Daddy expects me to listen to his babble. My boss wants me to talk to him. The Worm, Gregory, wants me to let him lecture me on how smart he is. DAMN. This is a serious dilemma. What if she is permanently out of the toe business? Damn.

Now what do I do, learn to use my new Blackberry so I don't look a fool at work or make the TOE decision? This is just too much for a Saturday morning. Okay, now I feel better, Obama also has to learn how to use a new phone. I won't be the only one fumblin and stumblin in front of the customer. Wonder if he gets his toes done? I saw a picture of him in sandals and you know sandals on a man can be sketchy. Bad cuticles and ragged nails and rough patches and hairy, hairy, toes.

I have made an executive decision. The toes win.