Hey crazy person

Hey nut job across the street - the first time you took your hoover outside to vacuum the leaves on the driveway and front yard was funny - now it's just crazy and sad.  Please stop. Buy a rake.  Or a leaf BLOWER.  Also, I don't think your precious fugly 1993  Corvette will die if a leaf blows onto it for more than 10 seconds, so it's not necessary to sit in a lawn chair next to your car for hours on end to remove the leaves as soon as they hit your piece of crap, er, I mean sorry excuse for a car. And one more thing, I don't think that I am putting the leaves from my tree in your front yard intentionally, as you suggested in your 10 minute cuss word laced tirade at me last night.  I have better things to do, but this weekend I might just drive around collecting other peoples bags of leaves and throw them on your lawn in the middle of the night just for spite.

9/11 10 year later

This is a repost of my 9/11/2006 post, with some new comments and thoughts.



I did not personally know anyone in the Towers, on the planes or in the Pentagon that lost their lives that day. However, I signed up to be part of the 2,996 bloggers to remember an individual who was lost on September 11, 2001. This is a rememberance of one of the lights that was snuffed out that day.

There are not enough words for me to begin to honor or remember. I hope that I can do a little justice to Marlyn's short life.

Marlyn C Garcia
Age: 21
Location: World Trade Center, Tower 1, 100th floor, Marsh and McLennan Cos, Inc

Miss Garcia was the valedictorian of her high school class at Bay Ridge Christian Academy. She was described as mature beyond her years. Smart. Sweet. Prom Queen. A young woman with character. Always smiling. Always nice to everyone. She turned down a scholarship to Syracuse University to remain close to her family, going instead to John Jay College, where, again, she touched so many lives with her kindness and smile. She was attending college as she worked at Marsh and McLennan. She would arrive an hour early each day so that she could leave to attend school in the afternoons. She wanted to work for the United Nations, travel, advocate for those who could not speak for themselves, to spread her light to others.
She had an entire lifetime ahead of her.
She had potential.
She was small. She was fearless. She was determined.
She loved her family. Her parents, her 2 sisters, her Uncle, to whom she wrote on Monday night, Sept 10 " I hope I get to see you Tuesday, I am going into work a little late because I want to vote" September 11 was New York City Mayoral Primary day.
She was a person that any young woman should look up to as an example of a caring and loving person. Someone to stive to be like. A loving Daughter, Sister, Neice, Cousin, Friend. A shining light. In every rememberance of Marlyn that I have read, everyone has described her as being one thing - an Angel. She was an Angel on earth to so many. She was, sadly, in Tower 1 when the plane hit. One of the 2,996 called Home that day. Called Home to be an Angel looking down on everyone she knew and cared about. To now spread her light from above.


9/11/2006 I cannot believe that it has been five years. The emotions and feelings I have are still as raw as they were that day. In my cedar chest in my bedroom, I have copies of the New York Daily News, dated September 12, 2001, and showing all of the horror in still photographs. I looked at them on the day I purchased them. I have not looked at them since. I cannot ever forget those pictures. They are burned in my memory. I keep the papers to remember. I don't know why. I can't forget. I will never forget. None of us should never forget, so that will not happen again.



9/11/2009  When I wrote these words 3 years ago I could not believe the pain could still be so fresh in my heart. A couple of weeks ago, I went into my cedar chest and I looked at those papers dated 9/12/2001. I cried, gut wrenching, all out sobbing crying. And I thought about Marlyn. And I prayed that the terror for her was short.


9/11/2010 It's now been 9 years since that horrific day.  It seems a life time ago and yesterday, all at the same time.  Life changed forever that day.  Or  did it? It seems that the more years pass, the less our collective conscious remembers - that it was hatred that took over that day.  Hatred that is rearing its ugly head again - right here in our country.  Among our own citizens. Intolerance.  Hate.  The attitude of I'm right and you're wrong and we cannot have dialog anymore. We are living in times that seem to be even more dangerous than they were 9 years ago.  For the first time in my life, I'm scared for the future.  It's only been 9 years and it seems we have not learned a damn thing. Did all of those people, did Marlyn, die in vain? God, I pray not.  We need to dig deep inside and remember what we felt that awful day.  We need to remember how, when we reached out our hands that day, there was someone there to hold them.  Someone there to cry with, to grieve with.  To heal with.  We need to remember.  We need to remember the innocence that was lost that day.  We need to remember Marlyn and the 2995 others that were ripped away from us.  We cannot let their lives be lost in vain and hatred.  


9/11/2011 - Marlyn did not get to live these past 10 years.  She did not get to get married, have children, graduate from college, have a career.  We did.  We got to live, and yet we didn't change a damn thing.  It's amazing how much we forget in 10 years.  How much we THINK we have changed things... progressed.  But we have not.  We have regressed.  We HAVE forgotten.  It's a damn shame.  



On the night of 9/11/2001, we had a candelight walk in our neighborhood, led by the children. Then we all put our candles out on our porches to burn down during the night. When I light a candle tonight, as I did that night, and as I do every September 11, I will light it in Marlyn's memory.

Marlyn Garcia I will never forget you.

Dr Scholls - you suck

Really, I spent friggin $49 for your fancy dancy orthotics for my poor aching feet.  My heels feel like I'm walking on burning glass.  So, I go to the local wally-world and get on that fancy shmancy Dr Sholls machine thing, look like a dink rocking back and forth, picking up one foot and putting it down, picking up the other foot and putting it down.  Then it tells me I need some specific orthotic.  Okie dokie.  It's less expensive than the orthotics  I got years ago from the podiatrist.  Plantar Faciitis.  It felt different 15 years ago, but ok, anything to take the pressure off my heels.  I take my happy purchase home and OH MY FRIGGIN LORD.  THEY ARE WIDER THAN ANY FRIGGIN PAIR OF SHOES I OWN.  So  I cram them in a pair, and MY HEELS ARE NOW ABOVE THE TOP EDGE OF THE SHOES.   Seriously? I cannot wear them in ANY of my work shoes.  Ok, so this may be my fault - I like little ballet like girly girl shoes - I cannot wear chunky shoes, or doc martens, or anything that resembles and army boot or something my grandmother would have worn in 1898.  I like girly girl shoes.  Like "Dorothy" shoes - pumps with pretty bows on them, pretty colored shoes, pointy toes, etc.  I also have a narrow foot.  These friggin things are wider than my feet and cannot be cut down.  ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.  Can't they make orthotics that actually fit real women's shoes?  My feet are not SQUARE.  The orthotics are.

Memorial Day

Some days I have profound thoughts about stuff.  Today is Memorial Day.  It's a time to remember those men and women who have given their lives in conflict to make our country "free" and "safe".  The ultimate sacrifice.  On days like today I think about those men and women. When I was a child our country was involved in the Vietnam War.  I can remember being about  7 years old in the late 60's and watching the nightly news, and pictures of the war.  Pictures of the soldiers.  They looked like the kids on my street that were in high school.  They must have been young. How young were they? In Vietnam the average age was 19.  Children.  With their whole lives ahead of them.  Witnessing horrible things that man does to fellow man.  Injured.  Dying.  It hurts my heart to think of these children dying, possibly thinking about their moms and dads, brothers and sisters, possibly wives, children, friends. They would never know the joys of getting married or having children.  Sitting at a back yard BBQ on Memorial Day.  They died so that our country would be safe. They died for our rights.  You know, the rights we exercise today  - the right to speak hatefully and disrespectfully to each other.  The right to be intolerant of each other.  The right to get yourself so worked up about your political or religious beliefs that you totally tune out anyone with a differing opinion.  Somehow I don't think that the Founding Fathers had that in mind when writing the First Amendment.  The thing I love most about this country is that we have the right to change things.  If we don't like who is in office, we can vote them out.  Then, when we start to hate the people we voted in, we can vote them out.  We DO have the right to be nasty and disrespectful to each other.  I don't like it, I prefer informed debate, and maybe someday people will be willing to listen to each other again.  But it IS our right.  And no matter that I hate the level of intolerance in this country right now,

" I will gladly STAND UP next to you and defend it"
There ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the USA

I'm not falling for that

Dear People in my Office

When I send a note explaining that I will not be at your 2pm meeting because I am home SICK, and my throat is sore and I have a nasty cold, please do not call me from the phone in the conference room just to embarrass me as I quack out "HELLO" and then completely lose my voice.  I'm not falling for it.  I see you online and I know you can just IM me with any issues.  I'll be in the office tomorrow and feeling more like putting up with your idiotic embarrassment and making fun of my honking and quacking.

The New Math

Scene: The supermarket deli counter.

Finally it's my turn.  I say to the deli counter assistant person very clearly "I would like one pound of chicken salad please" She repeated "one pound of chicken salad"

She proceeds to grab a container and start CRAMMING chicken salad into it until it's really really FULL.  In my mind I KNOW it's more than one pound.  Onto the scale it goes.  Total weight: 2.73 pounds.

Deli Counter assistant says to me "is it ok if it's a little over a pound?"

When I say "no I want one pound please" she gives ME a dirty look! Then proceeds to almost empty the container.  Total weight this time 0.47 pounds.  She looks at me.  I again say "One pound please"  More gets spooned in - total weight now - 1.89.  Now I'm just on a roll.  "One pound please".  At this point she grabs another container - a smaller one - you know, the one that on the display says ONE POUND and fills that.  Total weight? 1.03 pounds.  Yet another validation of my theory that when people leave their homes and end up in a grocery store they somehow become mentally challenged.

Random Thoughts of the day

I think I need a bigger bed - the cats are taking over my queen size bed and now I have less than the space of a twin bed for myself.  I think they like my sleep number bed more than I do

snow last week, windy and only in the 30's and 40's this week, could be 80 sometime next week, then SNOW right after that. Is it any wonder I get migraines?

hey, nasty dude across the street - if I EVER see you slap your 7 year old grandson in the face again you will have the cops on your ass so fast you won't know what hit you.  You are VERY lucky you were getting in the car to take him back to his momma and not getting out of the car.

My next door neighbor has the CUTEST 4 month old ever in the history of babies and I just want to squish his little cheeks!!!

why did i wake up with the "99 bottles of beer on the wall" song stuck in my brain?

I really think that my neighborhood is "Peyton Place".  I don't talk to many of my neighbors because they're all NUTS.  But I enjoy the show on a daily basis. Mostly.  Except nasty dude across the street.  He's got to GO.

I think that everyone at work now hates me because I am a Flyers fan and I work in Buffalo, and they are now tied 2-2 in their Stanley Cup playoff series.  Or maybe it's because I've worn orange and black every day this week and have a Flyers screen saver on my laptop.  No, I'm not passive-aggressive at all!

Every time I go to the donut place to get an iced coffee in the morning I feel like Sally Albright from "When Harry Met Sally" --  I'll have a large dark roast iced coffee with extra cream and a turbo shot, and 2 splenda packets on the side".  Yeah, I know 5:30 in the morning is a little early to deal with someone like me.  Sorry.  On the side is a big thing with me.

The sheep up the street are naked again.

Was it really wrong of me.........

It's a little early in the season for skateboarding, especially on our potholed road.  But I could not help laughing when our resident "skater dude" planted the front of his skateboard into the 9 inch deep pothole and did a flip over the speed bump.  It made me feel better about driving over it 4 days in a row and yelling "CRAP" each time.

Life in the crazy lane

Dear Neighbors

Yes, I finally took down my christmas lights Sunday! Until last week they were freaking FROZEN in the gutter.  So now you can all stop calling me the Redneck Woman.  But be forewarned, I just may plant plastic flowers in my yard just to piss you all off.  I have a few "observations" for all of you

MrPlayboyNeighborWhoLivesBehindMe - you are NOT fooling anyone when you drive your car around the corner to spend the night with your old high school sweetheart.  You could literally walk out your back door, go 100 steps and be at her house.  You are not fooling her parents who live on the other side of her duplex either.  Oh, and you are not fooling her when you have other lady friends over to your house.  Close the blinds dude!

MsAgingRockGroupie - Aren't you a little old to have your boyfriend and his "garage band" over every weekend to practice in your garage? Seriously, you both are in your 50's.

MrsMotherOf43ChildrenAcrossTheStreet - You presume to tell me you now have room for 4 dogs in that house with all of those kids? Really? I'm thinking that you have had them tunnel through the basement wall and have built an underground bunker over there to keep them all.

MrPsychoCorvetteOwner/DrugDealer - yes YOU.  We ALL know that you are dealing drugs.  You cannot fool us with that little piece of paper you taped over your peep window in your front door.  The constant stream of visitors you have that only stay for 2 minutes is kind of a give away.   I look forward to the SWAT team showing up at your door some morning at 4am.  Oh, and your Corvette is still a piece of crap.

WrestlemainaDudes - you all are in your late 20's - when will you realize that "professional" wrestling is FAKE??? Oh, and you the 28 year old- please please please do not ever go back to the orange and yellow dyed dreadlock look - you looked like Rasta McDonald.


Dear Neighbors in our Village - it's SPRING.  The farmers are out tending to their fields. Spreading manure around is common. It helps the crops grow. And it does smell.  Deal with it.  Do NOT send a petition around demanding that the farmers not spread manure in their fields that your house happens to be built next to.  Would your alternative in any way involve toilet training of farm animals? Because I would pay a LOT of money to watch you do that.

just friggin AWESOME

ok, so I FINALLY got my Urban Decay Naked Palette eye shadow, the original one with the brown and black eye liner pencil.  I'm in hussy painted lady heaven!!! Such wonderful colors to go with my brown eyes! I'm one hot chick!!!

Yesterday I go to put on my mascara and something is VERY VERY WRONG.  My frigging eyelashes are just about gone! Someone came in and cut them in half while I was sleeping.  HOLY FREAKING CRAP!! I have short stubby eyelashes.  WHAT THE F***????? I have used the same Maybelline Great Lash mascara for about 30 years!!! Could it be that? I'm FREAKING OUT! I had long eyelashes one day and short stubby ones the next.  Could it have been the eye liner pencil? or the eyeshadow primer? Maybe that is it.  God only know how long it will take to grow my eyelashes again.  I can't do the false eyelashes because I have a very very weird aversion to putting things near my eyes.  It took me YEARS to not flip out putting on eyeliner and mascara.  My eye doctor hates me because he cannot get eye drops in my eyes - he ends up with the lovely yellow contrast dye all over him.  So this whole thing is extra freaky for me.

My  eyeballs feel friggin NAKED.

It's only snow people

Dear People of Rochester, NY

Come on.  We live in ROCHESTER.  It's FEBRUARY.  Sometimes it SNOWS.  Really.  I'm not lying.  Sometimes it even snows ALOT. (and for those of you outside of Rochester, we ALWAYS get more snow than Buffalo every winter). However, it's doesn't snow for like 12 days on end with no let up.  And it generally does not pile up to 17 feet in a day.  And usually the power does not go out for a month and a half.

So, dear people of Rochester,  what the hell is with the "OH MY GOD! I NEED 27 LOAVES OF BREAD AND 18 GALLONS OF MILK TO GET THROUGH THE NEXT 7 HOURS" attitude?

How the hell many sandwiches do you all plan on eating in a day? And how much milk do you normally drink? Or are all of you making 55 gallon drums of bread pudding?

Let's all RELAX and enjoy the snow! YES it IS possible to enjoy the beauty of the snow.

However, if you ARE making 55 gallons of bread pudding, I like mine without raisins.

You would think that by now people could deal with it

The snow.  Really.  Scene on the highway:   one small car slid off the road.  Wrecker (tow truck, whatever) down at the bottom of the hill in the median.  Another wrecker pulling the first one back up the hill.  Little car managed to free itself from the snow.  I really hope that the driver of the little car was not charged for this fiasco.

Random thoughts for 2011

Isn't it time for flying cars? - really., weren't we baby boomers (and I was born in the last year or so of that generation in the early 60's) promised flying cars? I want mine.  Not because I love flying.  I HATE flying.  But the prospect of taking my flying car and buzzing it over my drunk ass neighbors is just too tempting.  

Why can't I get the Lucky Charms song out of my head?  Oh, it's because they're magically delicious.  That's right

My drunk ass neighbor's drunk ass 27 year old kid has cut and dyed his hair so that he now looks like Ronald McDonald.  Why? Because he wants to be a pro wrestler.  Like Hulk Hogan.  Really.  Oh. My. Freaking.  God.  And he wonders why he got fired from his job.  

I cannot buy a shirt or sweater and NOT get a food stain on it the first time I wear it.  I think I have an eating disorder.  

I think I need some new shoes.  I have about 50 pair of shoes.  I actually wear 90% of them.  Most of them I have had 10 or more years.  The other 10% fit nicely exactly once, when I tried them on in the store.  

I don't know what I'm going to do when my favorite thermal pajamas finally wear out.  Victoria's Secret doesn't make them anymore and I've had them over 10 years. 

My grocery store sells "scented" spa socks.  Aromatherapy socks? that don't already smell like feet? Interestingly, my cats are afraid of my feet when I wear them.  It's pretty hysterical.

Am I the only one who looks at teenagers with pierced faces and ear lobes with dinner plate sized holes that hang down to their shoulders and wonder how in the hell they're going to get a job and support themselves? I'm all for self expression, but having been a manager who hired people for a living for many years, looks are a very important impression.  

It's winter and I'm in my annual "mashed potato" gorge fest.  It's the only food that tastes good to me right now.  What it's not good for? My blood sugar levels - diabetics should not exist on mashed potatoes alone.  

Is it a bad thing when sometimes the only way I remember what day it is when my alarm clock so rudely interrupts me is by trying to remember what I watched on TV the night before? 

Glurp. (really, that's one of my first thoughts when I wake up in the morning).