Last night after dinner and walking back to our car we had a dual-blond-moment. If you count Cassidy it was a tri-blond-moment. I don’t think I’ve posted about this yet, but Ben bought a silver Honda Civic Coup EX to be his daily driver now that the M3 is completely gutted and ready for the cage install.

Anyway!! Imagine Ben, Cassidy and I leaving a restaurant and walking out to the parking lot to go home. Now, imagine that both Ben and I are having our dual-blond-moment thinking that we drove the Honda to eat.

Ben: We parked right over here didn’t we?
Me: Yeah, I thought it was this row. There’s not a lot of places to park…
Ben: *turning around to survey the entire lot* This is why I hate driving a Honda!
Me: *turning around to survey the entire lot and realizing that there is actually not a SINGLE silver Honda in the lot* Yeah… there are so many and you can.. never… find… your… car.
Ben: *turns around again*
Me: *starting to realize that the HONDA was STOLEN! You know that Honda’s are the MOST STOLEN CAR* I… We parked on this isle… I’m sure of it.
Ben: Yes we did.
…
Ben: In the GTI.
Me: *laughs* OMG! I think this was your first blond moment… EVER!
Ben: *laughs*
Me: Yep, totally blogging this.

You know, what good would a blog be if you can’t post about how cute your boyfriend is as a “blond”.

What the hell is going on down there? This is America for Christ’s sake.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9156612/

Dead bodies outside center
Outside the center, people complained that they were evacuated, taken to the convention hall by bus, dropped off and given nothing.

An old man in a chaise lounge lay dead in a grassy median as hungry babies wailed around him. Around the corner, an elderly woman lay dead in her wheelchair, covered with a blanket, and another body lay beside her wrapped in a sheet.

“I don’t treat my dog like that,” Daniel Edwards said as he pointed at the woman in the wheelchair. “I buried my dog.”

“You can do everything for other countries but you can’t do nothing for your own people,” he said. “You can go overseas with the military but you can’t get them down here.”

The street outside the center, above the floodwaters, smelled of urine and feces, and was choked with dirty diapers, old bottles and garbage.

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Doctors at two desperately crippled hospitals with 360 patients called The Associated Press pleading for rescue, saying they were nearly out of food and power and had been forced to move patients to higher floors to escape looters.

“We have been trying to call the mayor’s office, we have been trying to call the governor’s office. … We have tried to use any inside pressure we can. We are turning to you. Please help us,” said Dr. Norman McSwain, chief of trauma surgery at Charity Hospital.

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And now FEMA has stopped the rescue effort to focus on and stop looting. FUCK THE LOOTERS. Let them loot… SAVE THE PEOPLE.

Katrina is just ravaging the South. Some of the pictures are incredible. And the death toll is already at 50+. With flood waters reaching 20+ feet people have lost EVERYTHING they own. I find it hard to wrap my mind around that. Leaving home and returning to… nothing but destruction. Having to start over with nothing but what you were able to pack into your car. It makes me feel so greedy for taking so much for granted.

Especially with Cassidy. I can’t imagine having to tell her that her cat is gone, or all of her toys and clothes.. and maybe even a friend or teacher. All the kids this has effected. It’s just.. horrible.

I boxed up four huge boxes of baby blankets, baby clothes, toys, shoes and clothes that Cassidy has outgrown in the last few years a few months ago when she was visiting her dad. I shoved them in her shower since it never gets used and was planning on taking them to the Good Will. Tomorrow I’m going to find a close Red Cross and over the next few days take all the stuff to them. It’s also about time I do a cleaning out of my closet because I have SO many shirts that I jsut NEVER wear so I’ll throw them in the boxes too. Hopefully it will find it’s way into the hands of a family that Katrina has left with nothing.

I wish we could afford to do more like donate money or even TIME there helping out… but at least this is SOMETHING.

After work today I went outside to see that some idiot had parked so close to my car in a brand new Volvo Stationwagon that CASSIDY would not have been able to squeeze through the door. This REALLY pissed me off. I stood there for a minute or two and tried to calm myself down. One of my co-workers walked up:

Girl: What the hell?! Was that car there at lunch?
Me: No.
Girl: What are you going to do?
Me: Well, I’m either keying the car before I crawl across the passenger seat or I’m crawling across then SLAMMING my door into his a few times.
Girl: *mouth gaping*
Me: Slamming my door into his will harm MY car though so I think I’ll just key it.
Girl: You should just tell *building managers name*. He’ll send out a mass email and say something over the PA system.
Me: Yeah, that would be the “politically correct” thing to do. But I’m a liberal. I don’t DO politically correct.
Girl: *looks scared* Well, good luck.

Now, I wasn’t really going to key his car. I would never do that. I WAS however going to get into my drivers side door and if that meant a nice big door ding on his brand new car I really didn’t care. As I stood there and contemplated how to squeeze myself into the door I see a man casually walking out into the parking lot and in my direction. He was looking from the car to me. I knew it was him so I folded my arms across my chest and put on the you-are-a-fucking-moron look:

Moron: Did I park you in?
Me: Well, yeah. Ya think? *looks at parking job*
Moron: I’ll only be a second.
Me: *dripping with sarcasm* Really? Well, gee thanks for hurrying.
Moron: *looks at me*
Me: Did you not see the THREE empty spaces next to the PASSENGER side of my car? *points to row of empty spots*
Moron: This spot was closer to the door.
Me: * @)(#@#($@#$@)#&%(#$&%#)(*$$%)(@&$#%@)#(%*
Moron: *gets in car, turns it on, rolls down window, changes chanel on radio*

This is where the blood in my veins started to boil steam came out of my ears and the whole world got this rosy red glow:

Me: *very loud* I’m not standing here to enjoy the summer heat, I have to pick my daughter up from school, do you think you could GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!?!?
Him: *backs up and speeds out of praking lot while glaring at me*

Fucking hell people!!! How is it that some people are so damn oblivious to the fact that maybe OTHER PEOPLE exist in the world and they have lives to live too and maybe if you weren’t such an ASSHOLE your pathetic world would be a little nicer to live in? You know, karma?

I was really upset. I got his name. He’s a doctor. Tomorrow I’m getting a statement from Girl Co-worker and filing a complaint. This guy has a reputation as being a comlpete asshole to most of my co-workers but nobody ever actually files a complaint. I’m not a sheep though and I will make damn sure that I’m not treated like one.

Sunday night my mom, Cassidy, Ben, Cameron and I all went to PF Chang’s for dinner to celebrate the end of Cameron’s birthday weekend and gorge on lettuce wraps. My mom had a sweater she bought that was too big in the bust region and gave it to me. It is beige and knit and very preppy but is perfect for work since I’m always cold and wrapping up there.

I always ask Ben his opinion on new clothing. Mainly because his answers are always so cute… and honest. Which I love. If my ass looks like the backside of a school bus, he lets me know and saves us BOTH the embarrassment. This was not true of the sweater talk after which I spent a good 30 minutes online looking up untraceable poisons to slip into his next Pepsi:

Me: So, how do you like this sweater?
Ben: It’s nice.
Me: HA HA ! Really, what do you think of it?
Ben: It’s very conservative.
Me: *I knew he was going to say that!!*
Ben: And… Republican looking.
Me: *jaw hits floor*
Ben: *busy doing something*
Me: I have NEVER been SO OFFENDED in my ENTIRE life!!
Ben: Well…
Me: *throws sweater on couch*
Me: *stomps off to room pouting*

I took the sweater to work. Every time I put it on I feel dirty. All the girls at work love it.