Six Word Memoirs

Ok I did this six word memoirs on my old blog and it was entertaining so thought I'd do it again. Here are the rules, you can only post 6 words to describe your life or just the moment or thoughts you are experiencing presently. So come on give me some funny, sad, or even weird six word memoirs.......................

I'll go first...................Living in my head, scary place

I don't get it

Now that the weather is warmer I have notice that the porch dwellers are back. You know those people who sit on their front porch and watch the traffic go by. Now I get where this all started from back in the day when you'd sit on your porch and talk to your neighbors that were walking by. But honestly the people that I notice doing this don't live in areas where people are doing this because there aren't even sidewalks in this area.

No they just sit on their porch and watch the cars going by, seriously is it that interesting to watch 4 lanes of traffic driving past your house as you suck down your Coors Lite? And let's not forget those garage dwellers, you know those people who sit in their garage and watch the cars go by? For the life of me I just don't get it....do you?

I Admit it

I am completely and utterly addicted to Lost! But I'm only on Season 5 so now for the next month I have to avoid all talk radio morning shows and ET and Late Night Talk Shows in an effort not to spoil it for myself.

And for the Love of God Please don't comment with any spoilers People! There are a few suprises in life just let me and my pathetic life enjoy this one !
Oh and this pic cracks the me the hell up!
Someone's got some mad photoshoppin skillz !

Gotta Love A Reader With a Sense of Humor .......

Recently got this comment on one of my first posts......
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Joke of the Day":

oh yea i agree with ya I LOVE MY SHORT BUS ......I RIDE WITH ME HELMET EVERYDAY BUT WHEN I WEAR MY HELMET ON THE SHORT BUS ITS HARD TO LICK THE WINDOWS...u know what i mean mAN i hate it .....they need to do something about that ...RIGHT NOW.....

Finally it's Friday...........

It's been a long week for me and probably for you too so thought I'd start your weekend with a laugh....

And just so you don't think I am picking on you guys, here's one that pokes fun at the gals.........I call it redneck tanktop...........umm yeah it's made from what you think it is...........

Oh You did not Just Say That.

So today I had to make a quick stop at the insurance company, of course they were closed by the time I got there but that's not the point of my story here. Anyway there was no place to park so I had to park on the other side of the building.....after realizing that they were closed I started heading back to my car. As I rounded the building I saw these two older ladies a significant distance ahead of me walking into the BBQ place. I also noticed a couple close behind them and assumed they were all together and really didn't pay much attention to them since the older women had entered the building and seemed to be holding the door for the couple behind them. I passed the couple just as they approached the door and that's when I heard, "Thanks for holding the door Honey" in a rather snide tone of voice. At first I thought the woman was talking to her boyfriend/husband but then I realized she was giving me a death stare....That bitch was talking to me! WTF, Seriously what the fuck did she want me to do, dead stop in front of them, hold the door open so she could waddle her fat ass into the BBQ place! Since when is it my fucking job to make mad dashes to hold open a door for your fat ass!

If you want to get technical your boy should have "Manned Up" and held the door for those old ladies, after all  he was within two feet of the women and on the same side of the sidewalk where I was even further away and on the opposite side. I really wanted to bitch slap her, but who am I to stand between her and her BBQ.........could have lost my life for all I know.

Are You Out Of Your F#@&ing Mind?

So last month some asshole cleaned out my bank account....that's right some sleezeball hacked my bank account and stole every last dime I owned........needless to say I can't tell you how much that sucked waiting for the priviledge of getting MY money credited back into my account.

So I knew I had a credit card payment due about a week later and not knowing how long it would take to get all the bullshit at the bank straighted out, I call my credit card company to ask them what code to use to send them a payment via Western Union. I figured hell I'll pay the 4 bucks to send it just to make sure it gets there on time.

Well that's when I about blew a gasket....seems that my credit card company would gladly accept my Western Union Payment for an additonal payment of 14.95...wait let me get this straight assholes, you want to charge me another $15 bucks for the priviledge of paying you on my account? Are you out of your FUCKING MINDS!

Who the hell would agree to that and where do you assholes get off even thinking you could get away with charging your customers to make a payment ON TIME to their account. See this is why the banking industry needs to be reformed, you are ripping off hard working folks who want to pay their bills and you have no bones trying to gouge people. Seriously I think there is a special place in hell for you assholes.

Walking on Eggshells

I am fed up. Fed up of second guessing, of walking on eggshells for supposed friends, of censoring my thoughts in case it might offend the easily offended, of not being true to myself because they are afraid to lose control over me, and holding back for the sake of others who are faint of heart. You can't please everyone, isn't that how the saying goes?

To have a blog and to have such personal thoughts out there for anyone to see. Why?

I believe in the beauty in life. At its happiest and darkness moments. "It's such a mysterious place, the land of tears." One that we rarely get a glimpse of and if we are lucky enough to, those who can appreciate it will see the power in such raw emotions, unfiltered. I believe that life isn't just captured on a movie screen, after being carefully edited and airbrushed. It is made more real by those courageous enough to bare their souls, to let the world see that 'here, this is it, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.' Nothing to be embarrassed about in sadness, simple joy, quandary, or misdirection. 

Mistakes will always be made. They are an essential part of growing. But to hide them and tuck them away like it is something wrong is such a shame. To acknowledge them is so much more empowering, so much more graceful. I think art imitates life.

I think the biggest weakness in man is pride and our greatest strenght is honesty.