I'm with you, Mr. Iacocca

Lee Iacocca is mad as hell, and he's not going to be quiet any longer.

He's written a new book, Where Have All the Leaders Gone? In it, or rather in the excerpt I read here, he is truly pissed off. Pissed off at the fools in Washington, DC, pissed off at President Bush, and pissed off that no one's doing a damn thing about it.

He has what he's called the Nine C's of Leadership. If you don't read anything else in the excerpt, read that part.

Lee Iacocca can get away with that stuff, the being mad as hell stuff. When I do it, I'm told that I haven't a clue what I am talking about, and to please shut the fuck up.

So I won't talk politics. I think the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is an idiot. How can a man with a Yale education be so damn dumb?

I'm going to add Lee Iacocca's book to my book wish list. He has a lot to say.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

How to make an ex-boyfriend jealous without even trying

This has a lot to do with my voice mail and a little bit of (unintentional) payback.

Saon called me on Saturday while I was out running errands. He left a message implying that he was more than a little pissed off about something in my outgoing message.

Specifically, the word "we".

Part of the outgoing message says: "you have reached (phone number). We are not available to take your call..."

I recorded it that way on purpose. It's not meant to make anyone mad.

So I called Saon back and the first thing he asks me is "Who is we?"

I told him there is no we, that I recorded it that way on purpose. There is no other specific person that "we" refers to.

We chit chat for a minute or two, then he says he has to go, and that he'll call me back in half an hour.

I hang up, give him an hour, because I know he's not going to call back. Then I go out and finish my errands. If he calls back, he calls back.

Of course, he didn't call back, and that's just fine by me. Does he think I'm going to sit by the phone, or alter my plans for the day waiting for him? If he does think that, he's very much mistaken.

The funny thing is, I almost asked one of my two older sons, or one of my male friends, to record that message for me. That I know would have sent Saon into orbit if I had done that.

He's shacking up with some chick, so why in the hell is he all bent out shape over the word "we" in my outgoing message?

And that, dear readers, is how to make an ex-boyfriend jealous without really trying.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

A sign of more things to come?

I'm at the Del City Library and I looked outside and it's snowing.

Not sleeting, no freezing rain, but honest to God snow.

The forecast last night stated that there would be a 20% chance of snow today, with a 100% chance of snow over the weekend.

So there's your 20% chance of snow for today.

And the other snow for the weekend will cover a lot of things (since the forecast calls for 2-5 inches of the white stuff), including the 3-6 inches of ice that is already on the ground.

Since I returned from my apartment from Mom's house on Monday, I've been chipping away at the ice that has encased my car. I'll just get it all cleared off and it will snow. Just my rotten luck.

School starts on Monday, or it's supposed to. I'm all signed up, and I need to get a parking pass and my student ID. Hopefully, my financial aid will come thru soon and I can buy my books. I don't even want to think about how much that will set me back!


Guess I better go trudging back thru the frozen tundra and get back to my warm little apartment. I love living within walking distance of a library (and a college and the grocery store- okay, it's Wal Mart, but I'm not complaining!)

That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

No no yes yes, yes yes no no, and dirty pool

Rant Alert---

Another election is coming up next week, and it is the season for negative political ads.

In Edmond, there's the "No no yes yes" folks, and the "Yes yes no no" folks. Confused? So are the people who live in Edmond who have to vote on this issue next week.

It has something to do with keeping a park a park, or building a shopping center nearby. I think.

Yes, I am among the confused.

The one political ad that pisses me the most is the one against a man who is running for a state senate seat. The candidate in question was a public defender. Now, if you know anything about public defenders, they are told who to represent, often pro bono. So this ad says that the candidate has represented a prostitute, a drug dealer, and a rapist. And because he has represented the dregs of the earth in court, the people who paid for this ad says he can't represent "us".

"Us" doesn't include me. No one asked me what I thought. Perhaps the candidate will make a good choice. I may even vote for him, just for spite's sake.

And the so-and-so did this, and didn't do that ads that are run by so-and-so's opponent are just stupid. Or so-and-so is (fill in the blank here), and I, Mr./Ms. Opponent, am a better choice because (again, fill in the blank here).

Oh, shut up!

Once I get into that voting booth, it's my business who I vote for and why I voted for them. Don't even try to talk to me after I leave the polling place (as some dipwad tried to do during the Presidential election), cuz I'm not going to tell you a damn thing.

Go out and vote on November 7th, because if you don't vote, you don't have the right to complain about the results.

End Rant.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Batting .1000

and I'm not talking baseball.

It's just not my week for things to go right.

*Sigh*

Haven't gotten the promised info from Unemployment (they say it's because of my address); I got totally lost at Rose State today; and wired got crossed about getting together with someone over lunch.

And it's only Tuesday.

I'm ready to tear my hair out in frustration! I just want to get things done so I can go back to school, get a place to live (that's not with my mother), and get a job.

Then there's the money order that never got to its destination. Great. One more thing that's gone not right.

The only thing that's gone right for me is that I was able to re-register to vote.
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You been peeking?




That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I have a new goal in life...

I want to write a banned book.

I know I have that book in me somewhere. I just have to know where and how to look.

I can see it now: My Book (whatever it ends up being called)-- Banned in Boston; doesn't play in Peoria; thrown on the fire in some out of the way Bible Belt town.

First things first, though. I have to move and get settled in OKC. Get a job. And, get on with it.

So there.


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

I left him???

Last I checked, I was not dating a 21 year old. If I were 21 again, I might. No way that (my being 21 again) is going to happen.

Vincent made this comment last week about how I left Oklahoma for my now former job in Wyoming: "You didn't leave me for another man, or even another woman...you left me for a radio station! In Wyoming!"

Um, sorry Vincent. I'm coming back... am I forgiven?

Besides, isn't getting a radio job the whole point of going to broadcasting school????

Silly Vincent...


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--

Open up your agenda baby....

I'm asking you for a date when I get back.

You are a peach... not the pits. You're the sweet, juicy and fuzzy stuff.

You game?


That's all from where I sit.

--MorelaterZ--