get up off of your knees...

as i drove to work today i saw a transient sitting on the sidewalk asking passers-by for money. he's not sitting on the floor, mind you, he's brought a folding chair with him, and he's perched at the end of an alley driveway as it hits a main street. so as people coming out of the alley have to wait for traffic to clear before they can turn, this guy is sitting in a chair right where the driver's window will be and he's holding a cup as his receptacle. he may even have had a radio with him, to alleviate his boredom, no doubt.

i guess his angle in life is to be passive agressive and always have a short cut. he wants charity, but he doesn't want to put forth any real effort to get it other than sitting near a car window and being so filthy and smelly that drivers will more than likely cause a traffic accident just to get away from him before they give him spare change.

i have huge issues with false sense of entitlement. where did this man develop this sense of entitlement - that he should still receive payment despite his lack of effort? does he not understand the common sense of commerce? who forgot to teach him that lack of motivation to do anything is what prevents him from being a productive member of society? i know the old addage of "you get nothing unless you ask for it", but come on buddy, i work hard for my money, so do a lil something to make me want to feel like helping you out.

for example, one night after hanging out at the golden gopher in practically skid row of downtown helLA, a group of us had to walk 6 blocks back to the standard hotel to get our cars. about half the way back, a gentleman in the street started walking along side us, singing, and asked for spare change. he had a nice voice, and he was entertaining us to entice us to help him out. i think he was even taking requests. his gambit worked and he got a couple dollars from us -- mostly i think we paid him to stop singing and following us -- but still... i feel like i got my money's worth from that charitable non tax-deductible donation.

quid pro quo, baby... my charity doesn't come cheap.

like a rock in my shoe....

i need to lead by example and so I'm on a diet. moreso, i am learning portion control. to kick start my diet regime, i am consuming frozen meals, using them as a crutch to keep a more structured daily caloric intake, and they take the guessing out of "what" and "how much" to eat while at work. my brand of choice is "lean cuisine". not only do they taste better than the rest that i have tried, but they get me feeling good from the get-go just by the brand name.... cause i wanna be lean, and eating cuisine that's lean should make me so. savvy?

but today i noticed on a meal box that the brand name was coupled with the tagline "Classic Comfort", and it made me laugh and then wonder whether foods that are trying to limit you to a healthier portion should be labeled with the word "Comfort"? first off, once you start this kind of calorie deprivation regime, there is nothing comfortable or comforting about it. and teasing me with "classic comfort" food (i.e., no-no kinda cuisine) such as salsbury steak and mac & cheese, only in small quantities, just makes me feel bad and thereafter in need of actual comfort food to make me happy. dig?

it goes without saying that eating comfort food is what got me in this mess in the first place -- that i got too comfortable eating unhealthy portions of "comfort food", and now there is nothing comforting about how my clothes feel on my less-than-lean body at the moment.

eh... maybe it's not the food... maybe I'm just a cranky bitch.

crank calls...

[in my office, cell phone rings]

*ring ring*

dvl: hello?
caller: hi mommy. i wanna tell you something.
dvl: hi cutie, what's up?
caller: i need to tell you.... that... i pledge allegance to MY PANTS!!!

[audible laughter]

..... oh how i love my silly girl. :)

like a sponge....

here's a tale of just how silly my family is.

yesterday the husband is at the grocery with the Little, and she goofing off and does something or says something that makes him laugh, and he looks at her and laughs and says "that's crazy... you're so crazy", to which she responds "I'm Brian Fellow!"

the end.

hard or soft?

i am sitting here on the puter, and the papa is probably sleeping after he put little down for the night. as i'm sitting here and watching food tv and just buzznetting i hear this *POP* sound from the kitchen and i think that maybe a dish settled in the rack or something so i don't give it another thought. then all of a sudden there's another loud *POP* and im like 'wtf?" so i go into the kitchen whereby i realize that the papa put a small pot of eggs on the stove for our dog luna right before he went to put the little to bed. luckily i put the stove on low or else it would have boiled away much sooner but we both forgot about it and the pot is dry and the sound was the eggs popping in their shell because of no water.

*takes a bow*