I have been reading La Shawn Barber's Corner for a while now. She is one cool chic. Here, she talks about the riots in France.
And...
This asshole has probably never even met a soldier. On the same site, this girl says that Kerry knows how to "keep it real". Umm, ok.
And...
I've heard German rap before. It's not a pretty sound. And I don't have words vile enough for this Nazi rapper.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
FUCK!!
I shouldn't be blogging right now...I have way too much homework to do. But I'm so pissed off and ready to leave this stupid country that I need to talk about it. I've actually been trying to avoid blogging about Germany, because I have German friends and acquaintances that I actually enjoy being around. If I were ever to tell them how I felt about their stupid country, I wouldn't be very popular...
So this hatred towards Deutschland has been brewing for almost three years, but it comes and goes when I actually have to encounter these fuckers. Last night was a breaking point.
The Army provides us with the highest quality appliances (sarcasm) that only break down every other week. If one of your appliances is 15 years old or older, and it breaks down, they will replace it without asking questions. The first month I lived in this house, I had the dryer and the stove replaced--they were both "kaput"...as they like to say here. The dishwasher is only six years old, so I'm screwed. It's a German dishwasher that actually makes dishes dirtier than they were when they went in there. Sick.
About a month ago, my wash machine started leaking. I called DPW, which is the place that comes and fixes these pieces of shit. The guy came, told me the leak was a figment of my imagination, had me sign the work order, and left. Two days later, the ceiling in the kitchen started leaking every time we ran the washer (and it still does). I never knew I had such a good imagination! I still haven't broken down and called that stupid fuck back. Fucking Germans.
Anyway, I'm getting off on a tangent. My refrigerator went out yesterday. I noticed it because I wanted some ice cream, and when my husband went to open the container, it was a huge melted mess. Because it was 8pm, DPW was closed (they close at like noon). When this happens, the Fire Department is in charge (yeah, doesn't that make a whole bunch of fucking sense?). So I called 117, which I thought would get me in touch with the Vilseck Fire Department. It actually rang through to Graf, another military post 20 minutes away. I told him the problem, and he said I would have to come pick up another fridge from his facility. I asked him why it was my responsibility to come do it if it was their job in the first place. He said in a very thick, annoying German accent, "I only have four fire fighters. If human life is at stake, I cannot have one of them bring you the fridge. You must call Vilseck." So I called Vilseck. They told me to call Graf. When I explained what the guy in Graf said, the guy sighed and told me he could do nothing about it. So I called Graf. He explained the four fire fighter thing again (you know, because Americans are stupid), and said I would have to come get it myself. Now, I have a Ford Explorer XLT, or whatever the abbreviation for "Super Huge" is. I could have gotten in the truck and driven the 20 minutes to get the fridge. However, because this is THEIR responsibility, I was being stubborn. I didn't want to spend $10 worth of gas to drive to Graf and back when they were the ones that issued this piece of shit fridge to me in the first place. I hung up on him while he was still talking and screamed. Thank god for my husband...he called the fucker back. The guy said, "Ok, I will call the electrician". An hour later, we had a temporary refrigerator. WHAT THE FUCK?????
I actually work for a German company that is shitty too. I've been so tempted to quit just on principle. They change their policies to suit them, not the customer. Someone just turned in a sleeping bag to get cleaned a few weeks ago....It was in perfect condition when we sent it to the plant to be washed. When it came back, the sleeping bag was torn down the side (we're talking a huge tear, people). When my friend and co-worker called the plant, they said, "Well, you didn't mark on the form that it was in perfect condition, so we aren't responsible for it". All along, the policy has been to write down if there are any tears...Not if it is in perfect condition. Our manager had the nerve to ask if one of our husbands could turn it in for a new one!! AGAIN, not our responsibility!!!
Get me the fuck out of here.
So this hatred towards Deutschland has been brewing for almost three years, but it comes and goes when I actually have to encounter these fuckers. Last night was a breaking point.
The Army provides us with the highest quality appliances (sarcasm) that only break down every other week. If one of your appliances is 15 years old or older, and it breaks down, they will replace it without asking questions. The first month I lived in this house, I had the dryer and the stove replaced--they were both "kaput"...as they like to say here. The dishwasher is only six years old, so I'm screwed. It's a German dishwasher that actually makes dishes dirtier than they were when they went in there. Sick.
About a month ago, my wash machine started leaking. I called DPW, which is the place that comes and fixes these pieces of shit. The guy came, told me the leak was a figment of my imagination, had me sign the work order, and left. Two days later, the ceiling in the kitchen started leaking every time we ran the washer (and it still does). I never knew I had such a good imagination! I still haven't broken down and called that stupid fuck back. Fucking Germans.
Anyway, I'm getting off on a tangent. My refrigerator went out yesterday. I noticed it because I wanted some ice cream, and when my husband went to open the container, it was a huge melted mess. Because it was 8pm, DPW was closed (they close at like noon). When this happens, the Fire Department is in charge (yeah, doesn't that make a whole bunch of fucking sense?). So I called 117, which I thought would get me in touch with the Vilseck Fire Department. It actually rang through to Graf, another military post 20 minutes away. I told him the problem, and he said I would have to come pick up another fridge from his facility. I asked him why it was my responsibility to come do it if it was their job in the first place. He said in a very thick, annoying German accent, "I only have four fire fighters. If human life is at stake, I cannot have one of them bring you the fridge. You must call Vilseck." So I called Vilseck. They told me to call Graf. When I explained what the guy in Graf said, the guy sighed and told me he could do nothing about it. So I called Graf. He explained the four fire fighter thing again (you know, because Americans are stupid), and said I would have to come get it myself. Now, I have a Ford Explorer XLT, or whatever the abbreviation for "Super Huge" is. I could have gotten in the truck and driven the 20 minutes to get the fridge. However, because this is THEIR responsibility, I was being stubborn. I didn't want to spend $10 worth of gas to drive to Graf and back when they were the ones that issued this piece of shit fridge to me in the first place. I hung up on him while he was still talking and screamed. Thank god for my husband...he called the fucker back. The guy said, "Ok, I will call the electrician". An hour later, we had a temporary refrigerator. WHAT THE FUCK?????
I actually work for a German company that is shitty too. I've been so tempted to quit just on principle. They change their policies to suit them, not the customer. Someone just turned in a sleeping bag to get cleaned a few weeks ago....It was in perfect condition when we sent it to the plant to be washed. When it came back, the sleeping bag was torn down the side (we're talking a huge tear, people). When my friend and co-worker called the plant, they said, "Well, you didn't mark on the form that it was in perfect condition, so we aren't responsible for it". All along, the policy has been to write down if there are any tears...Not if it is in perfect condition. Our manager had the nerve to ask if one of our husbands could turn it in for a new one!! AGAIN, not our responsibility!!!
Get me the fuck out of here.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Blah
So lately, I've been really frustrated. I have so many things going through my brain that I feel like I can't focus on one thing long enough to blog. I don't blog enough anyway, but lately I've been so fed up with the media and other people's stupid opinions that my brain has a really hard time putting things into words. So here are a few things that are on my mind:
I think Donny Deutsch is a moron. He had Ted Nugent on his show the other day and made an ass out of himself. Ted Nugent said that people like Sharon Osborne should be slapped silly for letting their children get so out of control. In response, Donny Deutsch said something along the lines of, "So you condone violence towards women?" What a tool.
PBS had a show on the other day. I normally enjoy watching their documentaries, but when they started talking about Abu Ghraib, I rolled my eyes and left the room. I made the mistake of leaving the TV on while I started to play spades. Before I knew it, they were playing Britney Spears and Eminem...And I was perplexed. I walked into the living room and heard the narrator say something like, "The soldiers blared pop music in order to torture the prisoners." Does anyone else have the uncontrollable urge to laugh about this? America needs a reality check...Torture is being lit on fire or having your fingers cut off (and I'm sure other things that Americans can't even fathom). Hello???? Does anyone remember who was in power before we invaded Iraq?
Ok, so these are only two examples. But I feel like I need a serious break from the media. Every time I turn on the TV, I forget how irritated I was the last time I watched the news.
I think Donny Deutsch is a moron. He had Ted Nugent on his show the other day and made an ass out of himself. Ted Nugent said that people like Sharon Osborne should be slapped silly for letting their children get so out of control. In response, Donny Deutsch said something along the lines of, "So you condone violence towards women?" What a tool.
PBS had a show on the other day. I normally enjoy watching their documentaries, but when they started talking about Abu Ghraib, I rolled my eyes and left the room. I made the mistake of leaving the TV on while I started to play spades. Before I knew it, they were playing Britney Spears and Eminem...And I was perplexed. I walked into the living room and heard the narrator say something like, "The soldiers blared pop music in order to torture the prisoners." Does anyone else have the uncontrollable urge to laugh about this? America needs a reality check...Torture is being lit on fire or having your fingers cut off (and I'm sure other things that Americans can't even fathom). Hello???? Does anyone remember who was in power before we invaded Iraq?
Ok, so these are only two examples. But I feel like I need a serious break from the media. Every time I turn on the TV, I forget how irritated I was the last time I watched the news.
Stupid
Does anyone else notice those stupid advertisers that leave "comments" on this site? It drives me crazy!! I tried changing the settings on the comments so that anonymous "people" couldn't leave them, and then the advertisers started signing in so they could leave comments. ARRGH.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Preacher's Son
Twenty seven years ago today, a preacher's son was born.
He was born a future little league softball player, a future drummer, a future husband, a future father, a future soldier, and a future obsessive-compulsive cleaner.
Happy Birthday Billy Ray.
The only one who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man...
He was born a future little league softball player, a future drummer, a future husband, a future father, a future soldier, and a future obsessive-compulsive cleaner.
Happy Birthday Billy Ray.
The only one who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man...
Monday, October 10, 2005
Miracle
Foxy had four beautiful babies tonight. I got to share the experience with my husband and some of my dearest friends. It's amazing how puppies can make you smile.
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