Hey babies. No rants today, promise. Sometimes that stuff has to come out or it just sits in there and festers and I’m not about things festering up in my chest and heart. Spent way too much time as a young person festering and I don’t want it anymore. Original emo kid right here folks. I listened to The Cure obsessively and everything.
Anyways, I’m booking for the trip to Savannah and I think I’ve decided to make a little vacation out of it. I mean, I only have like 150+ vacation hours but I think I can spare a few days’ worth. And rather than a bring a date I have to babysit, I think I may see if my cousin wants to go or if my sis wants to make the trip from Atlanta and visit Baby D with me (and also meet my friends, none of whom my family actually knows. Which is really weird as generally speaking my family tends to meet the people I call friends. But I guess being so far away makes that harder. Although, there might be some good about the distance between the two as every boyfriend I’ve ever had has had to deal with the almost certain disapproval of the brothers and Pops. “Worthless as a dog on the side of a road,” was how Pops referred to Bad Andy. “He’s just a silly Nazi,” for Eric. “It makes sense: he’s Canadian,” for Chris (who was from Buffalo). And don’t get me started on the boys in High School. They never had any kind of chance, even if my dad already liked them because he coached them in football. Sigh. It’s hard being loved sometimes.) In any event, looks like a lot of the UGA friends from here will also be in attendance and, as the ceremony is in beautiful Forsyth Park and the reception is on the water, I anticipate a respite. And, if I can convince my travel companion — whoever that may be — to take a day trip, I’m heading to Charleston. And, I may even swing by Atlanta on the return trip to pick up the title to the Maxima. She’s been a good girl but I’m feeling the need for a trade-in. You just know when it’s time…As an aside, my friends getting married have a lovely little wedding page, with all the information about times/places etc., wrapped in pretty colors and swirly designs, and a gorgeous shot of the happy couple. This is the song that plays when the page loads. I love these people.
Hey y’all — baseball’s starting. Aww yeah.
The other day, Charles and I had the following exchange (excuse the pun):
1:02 PM Charles: Heh:
me: loooowered expectaaaatiooons…
1:03 PM Charles: Haha
I used to love those bits…
1:06 PM me: good Lord
they just have no shame
uh, yeah, so it’s actually not all that easy
1:07 PM also, you may not actually have it any time soon in your state
so, if you’re one of the unlucky bastards who’s work has to drop you because it’s prohibitively expensive
and we haven’t rolled out the exchange in your state
Charles: Yeah, our bad
me: healthcare for all!
My ideological objections to Obamacare aside, this thing is and always was a beast for implementation and going to a burden on businesses, particularly small ones. It’s something critics pointed out during the bill’s debate and passage, and they were called charlatans for it. Now, the challenges are personified in the stories of Baked in the Sun bakery, which employs 95 people, but is looking at losing half its profit margin to insure them under the new law’s requirements.
Or, there’s Bittersweet Cafe, a local favorite in my area, which employs 45 people. Its owner Jody Manor is understandably hesitant to add another branch and new jobs, which would take him over the 50-employee mark, making him subject to far more regulation under the Affordable Care Act.
The helpful, heartfelt message of the Left for these hard-working small business people trying to stay above water, employ fellow citizens, and deliver good products in a down economy while trying desperately to anticipate the costly implications of a law the feds haven’t even bothered to finish writing after three years? Quit whining.
Of course, if you suggest that the whole thing was one intentional boondoggle to get us to single-payer you are a rabid, googly-eyed, crazy person and your family’s going to start getting “I’m worried about their state of mind” emails any day now. Of course, if your family has any sense, they’re going to agree with you…
Is it absolutely true that if you have no wish to engage in a cage fight with some other woman over some dude that you’re considered weak? Because I always thought it meant the opposite…
I’d pay $5 for a canister of some real Georgia grits every day of the week and twice on Sundays.
Deadspin has been tearing it up lately — which kind of makes me forgive them for the terrible Manti Te’o coverage — with this (a thing of beauty) and this (one of the best closing sentences I’ve ever read — So that’s what he did, and it was spectacular and kind of defied the laws of physics, and then he jumped out of the tree and landed on his feet like a fucking leopard and walked away from the tree without looking back like the whole thing was a movie and he just threw a grenade at the tree and the tree blew up and all that’s left is a raging fire and rock music in the background and sex.).
Nom. I think this may an excellent Spring evening patio drink…
Honestly, funny zombie movies are preferable. And does anyone else think Pitt looks like a broken and defeated man lately? I just have no interest…Is that bad? (Kidding. I don’t care what you freaks think…)
Now for the thing I really can’t wait to show you. This is my teach. Isn’t he gorgeous? This is part of piece he’ll be performing in April, and he taught us some of it Saturday in class. We learned the entire first minute (and I picked it up fairly well except for that pirouette to the slide out on the floor. Because the turn goes one way and the slide goes in the opposite direction. He makes it look easy. It’s not.) and it’s my favorite kind of dancing. Siiiiiggggghhhhhh….