Wore my MOB t shirt. Don’t think he noticed.
Random Blogging
or something.
I’ve had a run of bad luck. Must be the stars or the moon or maybe it’s just the economy. Anyway besides having all my work equipment stolen (I have a real security system now, in addition to the bitch system), The hot water heater went, the washer, my phone acted up, and the car, too.
What to do? Replace or get fixed.
Would a bitchier attitude work? I don’t know. Think I’ll try it. Tired of being zen about it all.
Is the reason I’m writing this today. Wouldn’t you know? I had eight comments that needed to be approved or disapproved, and received an email, requesting moderation. I guess if you get to a certain point, you MUST moderate — I don’t like anything to do with moderation…
SO, I came, I saw, and I deleted. Now here this, “prospective readers:” Before commenting to my illustrious philisophical musings, I will tell you up front — I am not interested in escort services, nor does this bitch need viagra. Enough said for today.
Don’t resurrect.
A report from my daughter. Everyone laughs at the mug, and they all try to steal it, but no one has stepped up to the plate to buy one.
Which reminds me, I need to buy another. Heck, I might get a whole set — eventually. Take a look. Here’s an example (click on mug to buy your very own).
Also, if you want to read the bitch “man” ifesto, visit my homepage
One of these days, I’ll develop the bitch site, but too busy being bitchy at the moment.
Met with Mike last night. He expressed an interest in a T-shirt. I own two. I had a mug, but it was “stolen.” All right by me. My youngest daughter took it to work. Forgot to ask her if there were comments. She is certainly not an old bitch. She’s adorable, but, well, she has her moments. Katie coined a new term for these young women. She calls them “Bits” (Bitches in the Making). Hope all you young women out there will enjoy the process. I did.
Ok, so it’s raining. Doesn’t matter. I’m working on it. If I say it’s a bright new morning, maybe that’s all that’s necessary in the mind’s eye, anyway. Sounds like a good start to me.
Just to be explicit, and make sure we are all on the same page, I need to give you my definition of a bitch:
The core (or heart) of every woman contains direction, strength and certainty – call it animal instinct if you will. Polite society has ordained that this naked vitality be covered up. That is a big mistake. The bitch part of us is not a bad thing. Own it and keep the “mean old” part under control. Once accepted, the “mean old” falls by the wayside, anyway. Try it. You’ll see. CD
Learning something new can be absolutely frustrating. Mean Old Bitch, though, already knows that. Lesson 1. Keep the Bitch. Control the Mean Old. The Bitch is located in our powerful center, and is perfectly ok — she is motivated by pure animal instinct. Mean and Old are just adjectives somebody decided to add on to our proud birthright to make us bitches feel bad. Don’t bother to go there. The Bitch takes a deep breath, puts her attention on the goal at hand, and forges ahead. Yes! I feel better already! CD
Bitch Rag 