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So, you know those annoying cutesy as hell Christmas family letters you get? Well, how about one that actually states what’s really going on. I made mine today, of course I will never send it. *looks above, forgive me grandma, and close your eyes*

Happy Holidays from the R******

Well it was a crazy year here. So glad it’s over. Lets see where to begin. Well, after staying with a friend for three months I finally found an apartment in February. It’s decent enough.

Middle son was almost expelled after joking about having a gun in his book bag at school. Getting the third degree from the police was not a fun time. My daughter is doing well, if you over look the lying about having an email, in which her and her little friends were sending adult jokes back and forth. My youngest son no longer yells at me about having “daddy” arrested, and at least now he hits people only once a month.

I found a new love. Learning a lot of new things. Had butt sex for the first time, and I liked it. Its a whole new side to sex when its actually longer than two minutes. Thanks to the man for actually making it worth while. Looking to move in together soon, I’m not letting this one go.

Quit my shitty job where I was working overtime like crazy and making no extra money. Got a new job for the competition though. Way to go me.

The ex husband hasn’t called me a white trash trailer park whore this year. Now I’m just the selfish bitch who expects child support and forces him to eat leftovers. I hope he chokes on that KFC bone. I’m still praying for another female to come along so he finds someone else to dole out his insults to.

I have to find a new apartment soon. The water pipes broke yesterday, and the landlord is claiming bankruptcy, so he isn’t making repairs. Gotta love moving in the dead of winter.

Missed you all at Thanksgiving, I’m sure the bar was much more interesting. Hope you all had a crazy ass year. Oh, don’t bother looking for any Christmas presents from me, I’m saving up for more sex toys.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!

We’ve all seen them, the screen names that make us chuckle. Of course, if I am going to talk about screen names, I have to toss my own out there :Nipsy..aka nipplelicious. Yes, mine is one to chuckle over, it makes you think twice, and ask yourself why. I actually got my nickname Nipsy when I was in high school, and decided since God didn’t feel the need to gift me in the boob department, I didn’t feel the need to wear bras.  Of course so many years and three kids later, those evil contraptions are sometimes a necessity still. But I go off subject. Again.

I made a list here of screen names that make you laugh, go WTF, and simply shake your head over. These following names really are a reason NOT to make up a new account after a few drinks. I’ve gathered these from a few sites, and if you just by chance happen to see your own screen name, please, take no offense. If you do, well shame on you for drunk account making!

some loser~ at least she was honest

yugosukme~ no thank you

cleetoris~I got nothing on this one

lilhoochiefromdownunda~Oh, I’m sure mom would be proud of this one

gets vicsious when provoked~ again with the honesty

numnumDiddles~ Say what?

cunfuzd1~ You and me both bud

radikal maggot~ Just ewww

drunkchewy~ A little too much honesty there

penispumpr~ Aren’t we all

hangmansjoke~ That’s a good thing isn’t it?

bunnybewbies~ I was highly unaware that bunnies had bewbies

ms butthead~ Simply made me chuckle

Of course toss in any screen names that carry the names “sexy, daddy, juggalo or cute” in them, and then I simply want to scream at those fools. But that’s just me. I had so much fun with these names, I think I might start making a weekly top ten for screen names. Sounds like a plan to me.

With the economy in its recession the way it is, and yes, it is a recession, finding a job these days is hard. Finding an employer that doesn’t take advantage of the job market by overworking its employees, is even harder.  It all starts innocently enough. Let’s see if you can follow along.

Woman applies for a job  as a fry cook. Job description is for her to cook and maintain anything going into the fryer pans. Within the week, the store gets busy, so she is asked to jump onto the burger line and help out. She does. Now someone  calls off, so the woman is bumped up to the burger line, with no jump in pay of course. Another week goes by, the cashier calls off, so the woman is asked to take a few orders. She does, with no pay increase again of course. She does so well on the register, she is bumped up. Now she is still in charge of the fryer pans, jumping in on the burger line, and now the cash register, all without extra compensation. In the meantime, she is also training other employees, taking customer complaints, and other “extras”. All without a pay raise.

Man applies for a retail job. Job description is stocking inventory, ringing out customers, phones, and sometimes taking website phone orders. Within two weeks, man is taking orders non stop on the website, learning the shipping end of the business, counting inventory, and other jobs that fall under the managers job title. All without pay raise of course.

It goes without saying that an employer expects more out of his employees, but what happened to compensation, bonuses, and pay raises for those workers that do step up to the plate? Simply because the economy is weak, and good jobs are hard to find, it seems to me employers are taking advantage of the workers they do have. Working a person in a job that normally would take three people, and now using one person. Why not give that hard working woman a pay raise to cover that? Because employers know you won’t up and quit, not with good jobs at an all time low.

That’s me right now. I am stuck in a job that I actually like. But I’m doing the work of three, sometimes four people, and there are days I am so overworked, I feel I accomplished nothing. My boss in the meantime is harping on the fact that we need this done, and this needs done, and I keep telling him to hire at least two more people and it could be done. If this keeps up, and I don’t see a pay increase soon, I will hunt for another job. I quit one job a few months ago partially for this very reason. I was doing manager work, for months, with no compensation or pay increases.

It’s one thing to have to keep a job, yes I do have children to support. But I’ll be damned if I am going to keep being taken advantage of without more money. I am a hard ass worker, these bosses know it and that’s why they want me around. Now it’s time to add some money to that.

If you are an employer, and you have workers that do step up, and go the extra mile, let them know. Words just aren’t enough. If you expect more from them, they have the right to expect more from you.

Normally, I don’t get into the news reports too often, there are enough blogs about them. However, the following story sickened me so much, I had to write in about it. This my fellow humans is what happens when teens are given power, and no supervision.

Alberta Lea, Minnesota-

Six young females have been charged with abuse against the elderly in a case that is rocking this small town. The Good Samaritan Society nursing home was the site of the sexual abuse and humiliation done to elderly residents by this group of teens.

According to the complaints, residents were spanked, spit on, improperly touched, and humiliated by these teenagers. Two of the defendants, Ashton Larson, and Brianna Broitzman were named as the ringleaders, and the only ones charged who were not minors at the time.

The abuse occurred between January 2008 and May 2008, with the girls meeting and talking with themselves sharing stories about the incidents.  They claim in police interviews that the things they did were because they were “frustrated” at work and just looking for fun. That poking at a residents breasts was simply in fun, and not to cause pain. Larson admits she has video taped the abuse, and had pictures on her phone as well.

The following is a list of some of the supposed assaults according to police interviews done with the teens.

1.When doing care on patients with dementia or Alzheimer’s, the girls would hit the residents on the breasts and genitals, or rub on them to make them angry.

2.Broitzman and Larson would touch a specific male resident in his privates to make him get an erection and get angry.

3.Broitzman spit into a residents mouth because the resident was drooling.

4. The girls would repeatedly poke the residents in the breasts and laugh.

5. They would confuse the patients  who had dementia on purpose as a joke.

6. The teens propped residents up in bed, put on their glasses, and danced around.

7. Rubbed on the elderlys genitals to get them turned on, and laugh about it.

8. Broitzman and Larson would spank a certain male resident with his own cane, and pat his bottom.

9. Larson inserted her finer into a resident’s rectum.

10. Broiztman put her fingers into a residents mouth and nose until she screamed because Broiztman thought it was funny.

11. Larson put her bare bottom in a residents face.

The charges are considered assault in the Fifth Degree by a Caregiver of a Vulnerable Adult. Larson and Broiztman face up to a year in jail on each charge of abuse, Larson charged with 10 criminal counts, and Broitzman with 11 criminal counts. More charges could follow as the investigation continues and more reports of abuse come in.

Of the many questions to arise from this story, the most important one seems to be “Where was the supervision of the teens?” To have a group this young working closely with residents and not have a more experienced caregiver watching their moves may leave the nursing home wide open for civil cases.

As for these young girls, their actions of “looking for fun” at work have now ruined their young lives. To be known as an abuser of the weak, of the elderly, even years from now when these teens have families of their own, this time in their lives will never be forgotten. I sincerely hope they are found guilty on the highest charges possible, and made to pay the full price of their torture.

To the families of the elderly residents who were abused, they have my utmost sympathy, and I wish they are able to spend what is rest of their lives in peace now.

 ”Hello, **** Uniforms can I help you?”

“I want to check on my order please, number *****.”

“One moment….That order was shipped out on December 12 ma’am.”

“And you sent me the one I wanted?”

“No, I picked out a different one simply to be a bitch.”

Okay, perhaps it didn’t go quite that way, but really people, think before you speak. As if a retail person is going to pick something else just because we wanted to. Oh if that was the case, there are many orders I would change. The woman who picked out the patent leather leopard print in red. Yes, she would get plain white nursing shoes.

The guy who ordered the pink aprons for his daughter, no matter how many times I tried to tell him they don’t come in pink.  He said he would dye the white ones.

The woman who color coordinated everything from her pen lights, to her stethoscopes in hot pink, and she’s wearing  hunter green uniforms. Oye!

We get all sorts of calls in the retail store I work in. Joy of all joys I was informed yesterday that I work the website starting next week for three weeks while the regular worker goes on vacation. I don’t mind the order placing, sometimes I get a chuckle. It’s the answering email complaints I don’t want to do.

I love customers who are told it takes seven to ten business days for their order to arrive, and they email four days later asking where the hell their scissors are. Hey, don’t yell at me. I’m not the moron who ordered hot pink scissors that are so popular they are back ordered  when you needed them yesterday.

We shall see how it goes. I’m sure I will have some very interesting emails to share, sans names of course.

All of my life I have been the family Klutz. I was the one who rode my bike straight into a brick wall, stumbled over imaginary bumps on the sidewalk, and spilled drinks on white shirts every time. I was also known as the one who had the most embarrassing stories about myself.

Well, I am 31 years old now, still the family klutz, and still the one who gets into the weirdest situations. Let me tell you about me day two days ago. I work in a retail store selling medical scrubs and chef-wear. A man came in and said he liked the chef pants in the window display, and wanted a pair.  We start looking on the rack, and of course, I don’t have his size. I peek at the tag on the pair on the mannequin, and they are what he needs.

Now these mannequins are metal mannequins complete with chest area, and they are metal. So of course the pants are on there tight as can be, and no tugging will remove them. The front display is a tight squeeze, so I get in front of the mannequin, get on my knees, and start yanking on these pants. Its tough going, so I’m grunting as I do this. With one final hard pull, down come the pants.

As I’m pulling them all the way off, I hear extremely loud laughter. I look over at the guy, and he’s snickering, but not out loud laughter. That’s when I look out the window. A large group of women are standing there laughing their asses off at me. They were laughing so hard, I thought the one was going to piss herself.

And that’s when it hit me. I had just de-pants a mannequin in full view, with my face in his crotch. Nice one Nipsy. At least I can honestly say when it comes to me, I get the job done.

So it was a rough kind of night for me. Nothing serious, nothing worth panic mode, but rough none the less. I hung up with the man tonight, and I literally sat here and cried for awhile. I know I don’t talk much about him and I, and well, to be honest, I won’t. That’s a part of my life that is strictly for him and I. (That’s the polite way of saying “noneya business.)

But tonight, I was missing him quite a bit, and though I wanted to talk of us more, we got onto other subjects.  When we hung up, it was almost as if I felt a bit empty. So, I had my good cry, in fact, as I type, a few more tears are finishing their rounds. It hits like that every now and then. That’s a good thing in my eyes. We all need an outlet. When I’m angry, I need to rant, so I do. When I’m lonely, I need to call him, so I do. And when I’m simply sad, I need to cry, and so I do.

Being half Hungarian, and half Choctaw Indian, I fully admit to having an emotional side. It’s all on how I’ve learned to deal with it that matters. I’ve come a long way in just the last year in doing so. I will toot my own horn, I am damned proud of myself. See, the juices are flowing, and I had my cry. I’m still sad a bit, but I don’t have that over flowing feeling anymore.

Not letting those emotions out can be a bad thing. Holding things in too often, and too much can lead to a blow up of extreme proportions with things said or done that cannot be taken back. So at times, you need to let them out. Of course, going the opposite and always being an emotional person can be a bad thing also. When I first met the man I was a scared angry woman. I often took my anger out on everyone around me, sometimes my children, sometimes him. I yelled a lot more, I was quick to temper, I said hurtful things. Hell, sometimes I don’t know how he lasted ten minutes around me. He must have seen the better side.

When you get that over filled feeling, whether it’s happiness, sadness, anger, or any other emotion, find what works for you and let some of that emotion out.  Here’s a few things I have done, laugh if you must some really are funny, but they worked for me.

ANGER~Before-I would simply snap at someone or yell

Now-I take a deep breath, close my eyes, sometimes even give a sigh, and then I react in a much better way

SADNESS~Before-Bawled like a baby for hours, sometimes to the point I made myself sick, and it never accomplished anything

Now-I let myself have that good cry, I try not to let it go past 30 minutes, and I feel that pressure release

LONELINESS~ Before-I admit it, I’d sit and cry

Now-I pull up pictures that make me happy, or I sit and have memory time with myself

HAPPINESS~Before-I’d show it

Now-I share it

THE ULTIMATE DESPAIR(also called the breaking point)~Before-I would scream, shout, cry and everyone around felt it with me

Now-I go into my room, lay on the bed, and literally scream into my pillow for about ten seconds. Then I make some coffee, and go soak in the tub. Then, pull out the notepad, and write my thoughts down. I may never have to look at it again, but the next time I get that feeling, I pull it out and read.

I belong to both Entrecard  and twitter to help promote my blogs and articles I write. However, I have a few tips of my own about blogs that I have visited, ideas to perhaps get yourself a little more traffic.

LIMIT YOUR LINKS~there is nothing more irritating than hitting someones blog and finding it so filled with links it takes five minutes to load, or it won’t load completely. I know I am not alone in simply clicking the little red x and getting off that page. It not only slows me down, but some of these pages are so filled with links, it’s a bit hard to find the actual blog postings. I seriously counted 57 links on one persons blog, and when I looked at his blog posts, every one of them is actually one big paragraph filled with nonsense.

DO NOT POST SKIP ADS~nothing gets me off your page faster than my cursor flowing over your words, and a full screen ad pops up, directing me away from your blog. Why? Are you trying to hide crappy blog posts? Or are you getting paid for that ad? Either way, I won’t come back. If I wanted redirected, I would click the link on my own.

UPDATE YOUR ABOUT ME~I opened mouth inserted foot a week ago. I visited a site, and found the woman and I had an abusive ex husband in common, along with the fact we both got away from our ex spouses. I left her a comment congratulating her, and I received an email from her two days later condemning me for not trying harder. Apparently her about me section is incorrect, she is back with her husband. Keep your about me’s fresh. Not only is it polite, but it helps draw people who have common interests.

USE YOUR OWN WORK~I get extremely irritated when I find blogs that are nothing but repeats of news articles, with no opinions included. It also bothers me when I see blog postings that do nothing but advertise products, and not even products the poster has used, tried out, or made themselves. If I want a veggie-matic, I’d stay up late and watch the QVC channel.

TOOT HORNS SPARINGLY~I fully understand a blog at the end of the month filled with your top droppers, or your hot links for those that supported you. But when I see four blogs in a week bragging about people that helped you, or that dropped on you, it leads me to one question: Where are the blogs they are supporting you for?

EDIT EDIT AND THEN EDIT AGAIN~We all make spelling mistakes, our fingers are sometimes faster than our damn brains. That being said, there is an edit button on all of our posts. Use it. When I find blogs that are filled with spelling mistakes, it turns me off from going back again. Ever. It shows me you don’t care about the quality of your posts, so why should I. Along with the spelling mistakes are the shortening of words. This isn’t your cell phone, using text language on a blog post shows a laziness to type out the whole word, that or your age is showing.

Those are just some of my tips. Granted, I am still a new blogger to most of you. But I also have common sense. I’ve researched blogs daily, and found the ones that irritate not only me, but others as well. I am sure there are plenty of things that bother others about my posts and sites. I actually welcome the criticism, and some of it I ignore, and others I actually listen to, and learn from.

Ah yes, it’s that time of year again. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and whatever other type of holiday celebration you believe in. I have no problem with the holidays, I like them. The things I truly cannot stand is the hypocritical people coming out in droves, the constant songs, the shoppers, the drivers, and well, quite a few other things that drive me batty this time of year.

So here is my Grinch list, and I absolutely refuse to call it the top ten.

1. House decorations~ It was bad enough when all the neighbors had lights bright enough to power a small town and they left them on all night long. Now you have lights that play loud Christmas music. If I heard Jingle Bells one more time last night, I was going to stomp over to my neighbors and put that “jingle bell” where the sun doesn’t shine.

2. Holiday music overplay~Yes, it’s the time of year to play Christmas music, but do you really have to play the same ten songs over and over? I know there are more tunes out there, different variations, lets get them on air too, my ears beg you.

3. Black Friday~Is one day of the year I absolutely refuse to step into a store. The  crowds of people who push, shove, fight, and this year murder,  simply for five extra dollars off on that stereo your husband didn’t need in the first place.

4. Gift Exchange~I cannot stand these. I buy for my close family and a few select friends that I have constant contact with. But for someone who doesn’t talk to you all year long, and then sends you a gift card reeks of someone looking for a gift in return.

5. Drivers~Not too much to be said other than this. When it’s a white out, rush hour traffic time, slow the hell down! Passing me in the fast lane is not getting you to grandma’s faster, its only tossing you in the ditch of the road as you skid out of control.

6. Shoppers~Worth mentioning again. Just because it’s the holiday does not place everything in my store on automatic sale. Really, it doesn’t. (You wouldn’t believe just how many shoppers ask this question, and get upset when I tell them no, those $12.95 pants are NOT on sale).

7. Charities~I’m sorry, call me the Grinch, but if I didn’t donate all year long, and I haven’t called to donate yet, stop calling me!  The Salvation Army is one of the worst offenders. They have their bell ringers set up outside stores, ringing those bells for weeks before Christmas, and yet I can name you ten families right now who have been told there isn’t enough money to help them this year. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it either.

8. Family time~I love my family, I used to love the gatherings at the holidays. Where everyone came to grandmas house, stayed all day and just enjoyed it. Now it seems to trouble anyone at all to gather together, and when they do, they add in people who have no contact at all, except for at Christmas. If you can’t have peace, love, and joy all year long with me, don’t expect it in winter.

9. Ringing in the Debt~I have never been one of those people who over buy. I do not get credit cards just so I can buy more gifts for more people. I refuse to place myself in debt so I can win the buying war of the holidays. Don’t get me wrong, I do buy gifts. I just actually take the time to think about those gifts. I buy what I can afford, after my normal bills are paid. This year, I wasn’t able to save up extra, so gift giving will be extra tight. Guess what though, I don’t stress on it either. I don’t feel I will be loved any less because I couldn’t afford to buy that Wii for my kids. They have a game system already, I can buy games for that. Oh and trust me, I look for the deals.

10. Church Time~ I am not a churchgoer by any means. I believe as my guy does, I live in sin daily. I smoke, I curse, and other adult things I won’t mention. To sit in what is considered the Lord’s Home one day a year and celebrate, would serve no purpose other than to make me a hypocrite. Then again, I know many Sunday churchgoers who do that every week. I will keep my prayers and thoughts to myself, in my own home, knowing I do it for myself, and not to show off the fact I go to church every week.

So there you have it. My Grinch list. Enjoy it, hate it, but either way you will be talking about it. Because you know you have your own Grinch list too!

Whether it’s nature, or simply a shot I liked…I have decided to share because every photo has a story behind it…

Last year I was talked into doing the Polar Bear Plunge to help raise money for the Special Olympics. Anyone who knows me, knows how much of a baby I am when it comes to being cold. But, as this was for a good cause, and of course I was triple dog dared, I made the 45 minute turned 2 hour trip. First off, on my way out there, I realized I had forgotten my bag with my swimsuit and warm clothes in it at home. So I had to pull off the freeway and find a small dollar store where I bought a tee shirt, and mens shorts. Then of course, I could not find the turn off for the life of me.  No cell phone reception out there, as it was in the boonies. I finally spotted someone I asked for directions, and they pointed me back the way I had come.

I got there, and it was a cold, cold day. The coast guard had to saw a hole in the lake, as it was completely froze over. I dressed with other women in my shorts, and shirt, and was prepared to go barefoot. However, some well meaning teenage girls told me there were rocks there, so I wore my shoes anyways. The wild men and teen boys went first, and then it was the rest of us. We had to run down a snowy hill, and as I did, I decided to dive right under the water, forget just getting my legs wet.

I have never had my heart stop so badly in my life, and I never hope to again. Getting back up the hill was the hardest part. I made my wet, bone freezing way back to a bench, wrapped in a towel, and just sat there for a few to let my body heat up from the inside out.

The best part of my day came when two young gentlemen came up to me. These were two boys who participated in the Special Olympics every year.  I got tears in my eyes, when they shook my hands, and in stuttering, but sincere voices told me “thank you”. That was worth every shiver, the weeks worth of sickness, and the drive. I shook those proud warm hands back, and told them “no, thank you.”

So it was well worth it, and more than likely, I will be doing it again this year.