Can We Talk...

Security?

  I've been thinking about this whole security at the white house and the laxness of it.  I wasn’t going to say anything, I mean, what else can I say that hasn’t already? But it just is mind-boggling that someone can just race into the white house, the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!!!! House and just have a one man race, with no one to stop him.  I shudder to think what would have happened if the kids had been home, or if this guy had decided to run up the stairs, after all no one was in the mood to, or able to stop him.

 I cannot express my shock. Which other head of state’s abode can someone just run into?

Which country will this happen and no heads roll?

I just cannot….my brain short circuits each time I try to think about it.  It really doesn’t make any sense.

Trying to imagine a country like…oh I don’t know…pick any African country.  You can’t even get 100 kilometers to the front gate of any of them.

America, I get it. I get that we are the land of the free and brave and freedom of rights and all that.  But c’mon!!

I’m sure The Beast that #44 rides in is more secure than the white house has been lately.

Get it together secret service people, get it together and do your job.

AND KEEP THE DAMN FRONT DOOR LOCKED!!!!!!

 

Too Dependent on Technology?

I'm a spreadsheet fiend.  My entire life is on a spreadsheet somewhere, I've even kept track of Harry Potter characters in a spreadsheet.
have a spreadsheet for each room in my house that I am planning on renovating.  kid's birthday party planned on a spreadsheet.
so imagine my dismay when I go today to check the biggest kahuna of all, the spreadsheet where I track everything: bills, medical bills, important stuff, and I get an error message saying the file cannot be opened or that it may be corrupt!
what the hell?! I am so discombobulated that I can't even focus on another spreadsheet for work.  where do I even start rebuilding this spreadsheet? I can't...
I am so bereft and feel so lost and empty.  I can't function and keep clicking on it every five minutes hoping that it will miraculously open with a message saying "sorry for the scare"

I know I'm not the only one whose life is essentially controlled by sources other than pen and paper.  I haven't migrated everything to my phone, I'm still suspicious of those evil people phishing or whatever they do to get your personal information to wreck havoc on your life.

How did humans get to this point? I barely remember phone numbers or addresses, OMG!!! my address book is also corrupted!!

I'm going to get a drink.
someone wake me when my files are restored....they can be restored, right? I mean...there has to be a spreadsheet god somewhere who will take pity on me and allow me to access them one time so I can back them up on a flash drive.

Only Me

How is it that I meet the kooky people?

I’ve been resisting the “why don’t you try online dating” thing for a looooooong while, when my child's godmother met her current guy, and they hit it off well and he doesn’t appear to be crazy, I joined tinder a few months ago, but I hadn’t been checking it.  a few weeks before The Great Sad Event,  I did and made a match.  Met the guy at a starbucks during lunch and boy! Was he narcissistic!! He’s short, shorter than me (and i'm not the tallest person)…probably my height or a little shorter so he’s got a napoleon complex.

All he talked about was his wealth that he used to have, private jets, working on wall street, traveling around the world bla, bla, bla…

But he lost his “fortune” in the financial crisis so now he’s reduced to living with his cousin in my city.

The next time we met for lunch, he started again and I finally said “listen, are you trying to impress me? because you’re boring me and it is very tiresome.  I didn’t grow up poor and you are not impressing me at all”

I checked out from the world for a little bit, and when I finally responded to his messages, this fool…sigh…I just can not…anyway, he has issues.

His cousin is jealous of him

His father is jealous of him

Everybody is jealous of him and they are happy that he is now in this situation.

 

To change the subject I asked him what college he graduated from, he said Harvard extension.

I had to suppress a giggle because that is what the Nigerian politicians do. they come for a 2 or 3 day workshop at Harvard and they go back home to proclaim that they are Harvard graduates.

Anyway I asked where he got his undergrad and what he studied, he got very uncomfortable.  I pressed further and he said community college but he went to baruch college (sp) in New York but didn’t finish.

I just shook my head.

Anyway I’ve told him  we are not a match and to please stop calling me or sending me messages.

He’s not getting the message.

Only me.

 

Wow! white house jumper

Can we talk?

How is it that somebody can jump over the fence, of what is supposed to be the most secure house in the entire world, the planet even, and make it INTO the front door? Without being stopped?

I know, I know, the secret service has a monumental task keeping things safe, but this isn’t just any Joe Blow’s house.  this is the leader of the frigging free world.  I am still trying to wrap my mind around the fact of someone making it into the white house.  what if he had really horrible intentions and did something at the front door that would impact the whole white house?

I just don’t get it.  

Of Scotland and seccession

I've tried to muster up any ounce of care for The Great Breakup between Scotland and England.
I just don't care.
I thought about it, and concluded that I didn't give a rat's @$$ about whether they broke up or not.
I do have to wonder though, would England now think about why the Scotts are unhappy and wanted to secede?  would they give them more power or responsibility?
I have no idea why the idea came up again in such a big way this year.

oh well.

1 man, 17 women, 34 children

Where do they do that?

One man, 17 women, 34 children.

Some of these women knew each other, infact two of them were friends.  Again…where do they do that?

 I’m wandering around huffpo and I see this story and I am saying to myself “No Effing Way”

And I start reading the story and sure enough, mr jay Williams has all these kids with all these women.

 Why are they all sleeping with this man without protection?

Dear Lord! My heart breaks for these children.

This idiot doesn’t want to get a vasectomy. 

 I am absolutely fascinated, appalled and horrified by this. 

he's trying to justify this irresponsibility by blaming his childhood.  ok..while I do understand that events from your childhood shape and dictate your adult behavior, you have to know, at some point, that 34 children is most definitely beyond the pale.  I mean!!!! how do you take care of them? and is he not worried about any diseases?  why are the women not worrying about catching anything?

 

I just can't handle this.  

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/05/iyanla-vanzant-jay-williams-father-of-34-children_n_5768680.html

Do-over days

Ugh!
Am I the only one who has days where you want to just scrap and have a complete do-over. Yesterday was one of those. 
Work was fine, made some progress on a project, then I get to my car and realize I left my phone charger at work and my phone is so finicky it won't use other chargers except the one I forgot at work, swimming lesson for The General was moved to an hour later because some kid pooped in the pool and they had to clean and treat it, the tailor's house was H-O-T, and the ac wasn't working, The General starts wheezing, take him to the kiddie clinic and they won't even see him until I pay the $342 bill that the other "unhalf" didn't pay his portion of,  and we end up spending two hours at the kiddie clinic, he forgets his homework at school and we can't even work on that.

oh yeah, definitely needed a do-over.