I like my revenge to be more subtle. There was a young woman that worked in the same store I did, who obviously did not like me. She always requested to be on the same shifts I worked, which never made sense, until I was called in for a review. Turned out she was *ahem* taking credit for my work. Seeing as how disputing it would make me look defensive, I suggested that I work under the manager, during her shift instead. That way she could keep a better eye on what I was doing. Needless to say, the other gal was left to work with the MIT, and the numbers soon showed her to be a slacker, and a liar. To say I was pleased when she was let go would be harsh. True, but harsh.

So, my interwebby friends, how do you like to serve it up? Hot like a five alarm chili? Or cold, like the sweetest champagne?

And don’t forget to regale us with details!

Not that I ever did that, mind you.

The Fuzzy Navel

• 1 part Peach Schnapps
• 1 part Orange Juice
• 1 part Lemonade

In a highball, mix all ingredients first, then add ice. Garnish with slices of peach and orange.

For those of you who prefer a manly drink, omit the schnapps, OJ, and lemonade, and just add vodka.

A fleet of high-performance cars, including eight Ferraris, has been involved in one of the most expensive accidents in history after an astonishing multi-car pile-up in Japan.

I’m not a big fan of Lamborghinis and Ferraris, but HOLY SHIT!!! If they wanted to break or make a record, they succeeded.

I can hear the whimpers from here. Miraculously, no one was seriously hurt. Not even the poor sap that was in a Toyota Prius.

Such was the severity of the damage, several of the luxury cars have been written off, leaving their owners with the nightmare scenario of seeing their prized possessions turned into expensive scrap metal.

The total damage bill is expected to hit several million pounds. A new Ferrari 355 retails for several hundred thousand pounds.

Grab a tissue, gentlemen. There is no shame in crying.

There is only shame in being such a piss-poor driver.

Hat tip to Hubby

I wish I could wrap her up for BC, but this is the best I can do.

As far as birthdays go, I’m not a fan. Oh, I lurve to celebrate other people’s birthdays, because they are special. But for me? Not. A. Fan. And no, it’s not because I’m getting older. I quite like getting older. It means I get to fuck up with impunity. No, I don’t like my birthdays because something always goes wrong. It’s Karma Diva. She absolutely loves to mess up my birthday. It’s like Sixteen Candles every year, except no geek with undies and no Long Duk Dong (SHUT UP!!!). One year, my folks forgot for almost a month. Another year, I got a bottle of wine. Yes, nice gift, but I was 19 and the drinking age was 21, so my dad decided to enjoy it, instead. Oh, and then one year I was told by one sister that I was going to have a surprise birthday party. Whoo Hoo!! The day came…and no party. I asked her about it, and she looked at me with pity in her eyes and said, “Oh, I was joking….”

But in truth I’ve had good birthdays, too. Always, my children do something special for me. That makes it all worthwhile, even the grey.

So, best ever birthday, or worst ever birthday….what’s your story??

That’s right: TREKKIES, not TREKKERS!!! I’m having the best morning EVAH!!!!

Fizzy goodness....

KANSAS CITY ICE WATER

1 shot Vodka

1 shot Gin

½ shot Lime Juice

12 oz. Seven-Up (or any lemon-lime soda)

Pour ingredients over ice and stir. Garnish with lime wedges. Talk about a refreshing cooler!!

This recipe brought to you by our friend Jay in Ames

Just look at that awesome sink!! LOOK AT IT!!!

I think that’s what I want for my next house

If memory serves, it’s a ritual undertaken by two people who have more than a passing interest in each other. No, I didn’t look it up in the dictionary! Seriously though, I remember my sister going out on dates. Most of them comprised of going to a movie, and then McDonald’s, or if it was a special occasion, a nice restaurant. When Hubby and I were dating, we stuck to doing the inexpensive stuff: campus free movie night, no cover charge before a certain time, etc. Sometimes just going down to sit by the main water fountain was fine. The other day Eldest was telling me of her friends, and how they went on a date to the Riverwalk and had dinner on the boat. And it wasn’t even Prom, y’all. I asked her whatever happened to just going to a movie, and she gave me her little condescending smile and said, “Mom, that’s like for groups, you know…”

My, how times have changed. I still search for the ideal date night. Knowing me, it’s the one without the kids!

And what is your ideal date night? 

The legislation’s author, Carlos Apolinario, said the idea for a Heterosexual Pride Day is “not anti-gay but a protest against the privileges the gay community enjoys.” As an example, he mentioned how São Paulo’s huge gay pride day parade is held every year on Paulista Avenue, one of the main thoroughfares in this city of 20 million people, while the March for Jesus organized by evangelical groups is not allowed on the same avenue.

And what happens when you bring equality into the equation? The side who enjoys it freaks out.

“The celebration of heterosexual pride is inappropriate because it belittles the just cause of the LGBT community,” the statement added. “Unlike homosexuals, heterosexuals are not discriminated against simply for being heterosexuals.”

Newsflash: this isn’t about YOU!! This is about affording the same courtesy to all groups, regardless of gender or sexual orientation, or whatever the hell they call it now. I have no issue against gay pride parades. I have the choice to not watch and to not attend, just as they have the choice to not watch or not attend the March for Jesus. But when you have clear preferential treatment given to one group over another, as the example above shows, you have a problem. Brazil doesn’t have the same equal opportunity measures that we in the US enjoy, so this legislation is a huge deal for the clear majority. Yet the minority has to speak out against it, because equality is a one way street.

As though to drive home the reason why the gay community should be given superior rights, they play their trump card.

In a recent report, the gay rights group Grupo Gay da Bahia said 260 gays were murdered last year in Brazil, up 113 percent from five years earlier.

That statistic is tragic in and of itself, but pales in comparison to the crime stats for Brazil: under “murders committed by youths“, the total is 20,386. And 20,126 were heterosexuals. Who are the criminals really targeting??

Or early this afternoon, depending on how my morning goes.

GIMLET

1.25 oz Gin
1 oz Lime juice
1 twist Lime

Pour the gin and lime juice into a mixing glass half-filled with ice cubes. Stir well. DO NOT SHAKE, AS YOU WILL BRUISE THE GIN!!! No, I don’t know what that means either, but they say “stir”, so STIR!! Strain into a cocktail glass and garnish with the lime wedge. And for a special touch, place a cocktail cherry on the bottom of the glass before pouring. Very pretty