<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470</id><updated>2024-10-23T04:59:08.643-05:00</updated><category term="Blogs"/><category term="Common Courtesy"/><category term="glendathegoodbitch"/><category term="Design Team"/><category term="About One&#39;s Self"/><category term="Banners"/><category term="Funnies"/><category term="House"/><category term="RSS Feeds"/><category term="Religion"/><category term="Stamp Companies"/><category term="Stampin Up"/><category term="politics suck"/><title type='text'>A Bitchin&#39; Escape...</title><subtitle type='html'>Have you ever want to let off steam, write about what&#39;s on your mind and let the whole world know what irritates you the most?!  This is the place for you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-281966064136617210</id><published>2010-10-04T00:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T01:00:21.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years and No Bitching?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;What is wrong with us? Let&#39;s get this thing started again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;I know we all have things to bitch about, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endora is &lt;span style=&quot;color:#ff0000;&quot;&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; and pissed off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/281966064136617210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/281966064136617210?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/281966064136617210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/281966064136617210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-years-and-no-bitching.html' title='Two Years and No Bitching?'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-5058234378004672134</id><published>2008-07-15T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:13:18.607-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glendathegoodbitch"/><title type='text'>Ya&#39; Know What Makes Me so Arngry I Just Wanna Spit?!@?#@?</title><content type='html'>Mean people suck.  Having lived both skinny (most of my life) and FAT (now) I have never experienced what you would possibly call &quot;Fat Discrimination&quot; until now...but I will tell you those skinny little young upstarts bitches that think they have the cat by the f&#39;ing tail and can snicker and point and make mean and rude remarks within earshot of a fat person can kiss my ever lovin fat ass.  They don&#39;t have enough life experience under their belt to tie their freaking shoes let alone make a judgment about someone because of the way they look, the gender, skin color etc.   Its all the same.  And it is mean and rude.  I am not fat because I am a slovenly lazy slob ass.  These same people don&#39;t know me from a hole in the wall.  How dare they judge me.  I have had children, experience deaths, have had 10 operations, 3 life threatening of which I am a survivor and gradually began gaining weight after every slice of the scalpel.  I don&#39;t eat any more than I ate when I was 120 lbs.  I didn&#39;t change my lifestyle one bit.  I didn&#39;t start eating more.  I just gained 20 lbs after every operation, child birth and what have you and surgery is stressful so excuse me if i gained weight because of it.  ASSHOLES.  So the next time you think its ok to snear, stare, snicker, make fun of someone maybe you better check yourself because not everybody is overweight because of any fault of their own.   Even if they are overweight because of eating too much that is a disorder too and not easy to overcome so be glad you don&#39;t have it.  If you are skinny yeah you but leave others alone.  We aren&#39;t all meant to look the same.  ASSHOLES narrow minded idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glendathegoodbitch</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5058234378004672134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/5058234378004672134?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5058234378004672134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5058234378004672134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/07/ya-know-what-makes-me-so-arngry-i-just.html' title='Ya&#39; Know What Makes Me so Arngry I Just Wanna Spit?!@?#@?'/><author><name>glendathegoodbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924048664979636003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-2028066727878987792</id><published>2008-07-12T00:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:40:27.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have gone in and set this blog to word modification. Yesterday we had a comment with a link that was going to be trouble had anyone clicked it. So hopefully, this will cut down on the problem children of the Internet. I need to go see if I can delete his comment now. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/2028066727878987792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/2028066727878987792?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/2028066727878987792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/2028066727878987792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/07/spammers-suck.html' title='Spammers Suck'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-6793626843307857464</id><published>2008-07-08T13:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:30:48.172-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glendathegoodbitch"/><title type='text'>Ya Know What Makes Me So Angry I Just Wanna SPIT?</title><content type='html'>MSN.  I swear I HATE it when I click on an article on MSN and they make me go through 10 more layers/depths to get to the article.  Making me navigate through a ton more advertising (obviously that is their motive), and other BS that I normally wouldn&#39;t want to read.  Geesh the article wasn&#39;t that IMPORTANT.  I was just browsing.  Today I clicked on the supposed link and it took me to an entirely different topic altogether.  Assholes.  I wanted to read about $1000 jeans and I ended up on an article about gas prices. WTF?  Google never freaking does that and foxfire doesn&#39;t do it either.  Once in a while I use MSN because I am there already and fuckers always freakin try and control my websurfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glendathegoodbitch - hehe I&#39;M BAAAAAAACK</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6793626843307857464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/6793626843307857464?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6793626843307857464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6793626843307857464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/07/ya-know-what-makes-me-so-angry-i-just.html' title='Ya Know What Makes Me So Angry I Just Wanna SPIT?'/><author><name>glendathegoodbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924048664979636003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-5480441769990953807</id><published>2008-07-03T07:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:11:14.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Speak ENGLISH Here, People!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you see that one of the major Stamp companies is now going to offer not only stamp sets in Spanish, but also business supplies and a Spanish version of both the Customer and Demonstrator Web sites?  As if bi-lingual signs in stores were not enough, and the ability to take your driver&#39;s test in Spanish, and I heard a rumor you can take your Citizenship test in Spanish, too, and we all know you can VOTE in Spanish ...  ENOUGH ALREADY!!!  If you want to live here and work here and contribute to society - LEARN THE LANGUAGE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick to death of not being able to communicate with my association&#39;s lawn maintenance staff, since none of them speak English.  Neither did the guys who installed my capret, or repaired the roofs, or replaced the siding, or installed the fence.  And I refuse to get a cleaning service because I cannot find one that sends English-speaking people to actually do the work.  How in the heck am I supposed to leave out a note for them?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When immigrants came over here in the late 1800&#39;s and early 1900&#39;s, they all learned English so they could get work to support their families, and their kids learned English to be able to take advantage of the school systems.  What happened?  When did we start cow-towing to the vast numbers of Spanish-speaking people?  I&#39;ll bet if all the illegal ones were to leave, the numbers would not be so large, but I&#39;ll save that discussion for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem with ANYone coming into this country of ours as long as they do it legally and they make an effort to become a functional member of society.  This whole &quot;let&#39;s capitalize on the Spanish-speaking populace&quot; business approach is just wrong.  Am I alone in this?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5480441769990953807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/5480441769990953807?isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5480441769990953807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5480441769990953807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-speak-english-here-people.html' title='We Speak ENGLISH Here, People!!!'/><author><name>gottab1tch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137194878096013960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-6118788497752983570</id><published>2008-06-26T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:21:37.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting Me Or Just My Wallet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;This is the time of year for multiple celebrations. Graduations, weddings, hell even divorces. While I am not a wild and woolly partyier, I still like to lift a glass of wine, nibble a little cheese, even some nasty onion dip with celery. But something has changed in recent years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Last month, there were numerous graduations but no announcements or invites. There was the offhanded &quot;of course you will be there&quot;. But no time was given, no date and no enthusiasm. This past week I was asked by one acquaintance-so what did you give the big boy? I am known for my very unique and yes, very very generous gifts. I spend days and weeks seeking out the perfect gift to give. But this time I didn&#39;t. Was it too much to spend 42 cents and a typed up sheet of paper with the incidentals for the party? A postcard would have worked too. Even an email. But none came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I overheard some talkers saying how they got all the food donated and the DJ too. And boy did big boy rake in the bucks. And he wasn&#39;t even around for more than 15 minutes of his own party. Nice host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;So I find myself in a similar dilemma coming up in July. I got a call tonight telling me &quot;I hope you come to blondie&#39;s to-do. I didn&#39;t send you an invite because it was too expensive and well, I know you always come to these things and everyone always loves your gifts&quot;.  Um, I don&#39;t think so. Again, 42 cents is too expensive? So was the 15o dollar gift I had picked out. She will now get a simple hand made card and that is it. I can play cheap too. Supposedly, blondie just kept adding guests on top of guests (she was paying for none of her own soiree) and most of the invitees, she barely knew. Some she hadn&#39;t seen since she was 3 or 4. But me, she saw a lot and emailed with and hell, I paid for her fucking catered shower food when her mom had to file for bankruptcy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I am tired of this. I love buying gifts and surprising people with things I know they want but can&#39;t ofter afford. To see eyes light up and sparkle over a small but significant present-it&#39;s grand. I myself hate to have anyone buy me anything at all-not even lunch. I never was good at feeling I deserved it. So maybe I get my satisfaction by doing the opposite. But it&#39;s because I want to, not because you know I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have decided to save my  money and find a local woman&#39;s shelter that can use the cash to save a deserving soul. Because blondie and big boy, I think are already lost in their own faux greatness.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6118788497752983570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/6118788497752983570?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6118788497752983570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6118788497752983570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/06/inviting-me-or-just-my-wallet.html' title='Inviting Me Or Just My Wallet?'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-3305403767253471054</id><published>2008-06-17T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:24:12.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything For A Buck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I was at the store tonight trying to find natural eye drops without the ingredient I am having some problems with and happened to walk down the baby aisles. OMG! Since I haven&#39;t had a baby in the house in like 30 years, was it a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdD-0T_yACG8fLoqnuZynSAbrtR0kfsYcXB27rPQsApO0SwZ5PS88vyCCXLxP0MQaUKMtvFV0iUQ5wGGftFachN5ieC0sqytmBBqLlPpRRVq2BSA2Xg2kxbVafGpYZzvO-YR9dFlI9T0/s1600-h/baby+smell.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213053813020112722&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdD-0T_yACG8fLoqnuZynSAbrtR0kfsYcXB27rPQsApO0SwZ5PS88vyCCXLxP0MQaUKMtvFV0iUQ5wGGftFachN5ieC0sqytmBBqLlPpRRVq2BSA2Xg2kxbVafGpYZzvO-YR9dFlI9T0/s200/baby+smell.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the baby product I found! Baby Cologne for god&#39;s sake. When did we start stinking up our babies with garbage like this? Click &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.walgreens.com/store/product.jsp?id=prod2109154&amp;amp;CATID=304340&amp;amp;skuid=sku2108632&amp;amp;V=G&amp;amp;ec=frgl_715984&amp;amp;ci_src=14110944&amp;amp;ci_sku=sku2108632&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for another company&#39;s version and see where it&#39;s being made. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Babies don&#39;t stink. Clean diaper, a bath and they smell wonderful. So why do we have to dunk them in crap like this? Do diapers have scent in them too? I ask as I haven&#39;t purchased them since the 70&#39;s. I do buy the &lt;em&gt;unscented&lt;/em&gt; baby wipes for myself as they are excellent make-up removers and rubber stamp cleaners.  I still think a newly bathed baby in Ivory soap is the best it can be-totally natural and squeaky clean-just as my Grammy did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Any thoughts? Any more stupid products to add here? If so, add a link or send me a photo to add. &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:endorawitchoftheeast@gmail.com&quot;&gt;endorawitchoftheeast@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3305403767253471054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/3305403767253471054?isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3305403767253471054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3305403767253471054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/06/anything-for-buck.html' title='Anything For A Buck'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdD-0T_yACG8fLoqnuZynSAbrtR0kfsYcXB27rPQsApO0SwZ5PS88vyCCXLxP0MQaUKMtvFV0iUQ5wGGftFachN5ieC0sqytmBBqLlPpRRVq2BSA2Xg2kxbVafGpYZzvO-YR9dFlI9T0/s72-c/baby+smell.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-7867005769132442539</id><published>2008-06-16T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:37:14.047-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Common Courtesy"/><title type='text'>Me first!!!!</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I should call this &quot;Oh, you mean I am NOT the only person on the planet?&quot;  This gripe is about people who walk up to a counter to order something without regard to the line of people waiting to do the same thing.  Excuse me, are we all INVISIBLE?  This happened to me twice this morning while I was in line to order breakfast.  Some guy just walked up to the front of the group waiting and placed his order.  When a few of us glared at him, he did apologize, but only after we said something.  Then after I placed my order and was waiting for the guy to cook it, another guy came up to the front and tried to order.  At least 3 people practically jumped the poor guy and pointed out the line of people already waiting.  At least the guy behind the counter got smart and started asking, &quot;Who&#39;s next?&quot;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c&#39;mon, people!  Open your eyes and look before you assume you can just walk up and be first in line.  How hard would it be to say, &quot;Excuse me, have you ordered yet?&quot; and checked out the lay of the land before just butting in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was before I&#39;d had any coffee, and both people did apologize, but it still steamed me that we had to point it out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who gets to experience this phenomena?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7867005769132442539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/7867005769132442539?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7867005769132442539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7867005769132442539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-first.html' title='Me first!!!!'/><author><name>gottab1tch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137194878096013960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-4935063516357381187</id><published>2008-06-12T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:24:39.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen</title><content type='html'>this thread on SCS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.splitcoaststampers.com/forums/showthread.php?t=353171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are PISSED that the technique posted &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.splitcoaststampers.com/ee/index.php/resources/tutorials/diagonal_double_pocket_card/&quot;&gt;by Claudia&lt;/a&gt; was somewhat &quot;stolen&quot; word for word from the Technique Junkie Newsletter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are YOUR thoughts?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I could care less... this is simply a pathetic way for me to invite others to bitch on our site.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4935063516357381187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/4935063516357381187?isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/4935063516357381187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/4935063516357381187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-seen.html' title='Have you seen'/><author><name>Bitch of The West</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04936719800191956580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj175/blogginb1/781281ssldint3i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-6745733388058598900</id><published>2008-06-02T16:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:10:15.828-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Common Courtesy"/><title type='text'>Cell Phones - They&#39;re EVERYwhere</title><content type='html'>What&#39;s the deal with cell phones? I know I am &quot;old&quot;, but I do have one. I just do not stay glued to it all day long. I guess I HAVE A LIFE! Please, please, please, someone explain any of the following to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driver of a HUGE vehicle, pulled into a parking space crooked, backed up (into traffic), tried again. All the time ON THE CELL PHONE! Put it DOWN fer crissake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Woman in the drycleaners, talking to her bluetooth. Handed her clothing to the poor clerk who tried to ask her a questions, and she looked annoyed. How rude! Could she maybe SHUT UP for a second and not be rude to the person SERVING HER!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Woman in line behind me at the grocery store, yap-yap-yapping contantly into her cell phone. When I turned around and looked at her (she was less than 2 feet from me), she just looked annoyed. Let me tell YOU about annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I&#39;d have to say 4 out of 5 people I passed coming into the grocery and when I left the grocery, and IN the grocery, were on their cell phones. What in heaven&#39;s name do all these people have to say that cannot wait until they get home?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The place I get my hair cut has a manicurist, of course. One time while I waited for my stylist to finish with her previous customer, this manicurist was working on a customer&#39;s nails, and in the 10 minutes I waited, she took 4 cell phone calls. She stopped talking to the customer to take the calls. I decided then and there to never get my nails done at this place if this manicurist was still there. I told them so, too. Not sure if she is still there or not - I stopped caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And the winner is: I got my hair cut Friday night (same place as #5...I love my stylist, what can I say?), and I kept hearing a one-sided conversation. The stylist across from mine was talking on her Bluetooth WHILE SHE WORKED ON SOMEONE&#39;S HAIR! Talk about rude to the nth degree. THEN - THEN - she had Call Waiting, and she grabbed her cell, put the first person on hold and TOOK THE OTHER CALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I missing here? Has it become commonplace to accept this level of rudeness? And who are these people TALKING to?!?!?!?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6745733388058598900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/6745733388058598900?isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6745733388058598900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6745733388058598900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/06/cell-phones-theyre-everywhere.html' title='Cell Phones - They&#39;re EVERYwhere'/><author><name>gottab1tch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137194878096013960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-5142637992600659263</id><published>2008-05-31T00:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:58:58.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip Jars-A Revisit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I know we had some discussion on this a while back but this week, my &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; demo sent out a beg asking for tips! She told us she spends 15 dollars a month for her &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Typepad&lt;/span&gt; blog and no one has given her a penny. She also has a site for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Well she must have forgotten she sent out the beg via email because she then posted to her blog that it costs her 16 bucks a month for it. I am getting sick of her pleading poverty when she sends her kids to Europe every summer to play (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; of the kids have any sort of summer jobs), both kids got a free ride to college-one for some fringe sport, the other for finishing in the top 20%! (mine finished 13&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of 465 and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; get a dime) of her class. Her other half is an entertainment attorney and she works too. I have seen photos of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; house and belongings. There is no poverty there.  She lives in a ritzy area near San Fransisco for god&#39;s sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have purchased from her once a year-making a significant cash outlay. But she always begs that she needs help-well, she has gone on the last 4 cruises because of yearly sales. And she always wants me as a down line. I am getting sick of it and honestly, if the next catalog (which she &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt; me free and then sent me a bill for postage) is as bad as the last one, I am out of here. I had to scrounge to find enough for the free parting gifts as it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;She does give me free shipping if I buy &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;, but I just don&#39;t see it worth it much &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone else got this problem with people pleading poverty yet living high on the hog and flaunting it?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5142637992600659263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/5142637992600659263?isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5142637992600659263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5142637992600659263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/05/tip-jars-revisit.html' title='Tip Jars-A Revisit'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-5666680059025170863</id><published>2008-05-20T16:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:08:56.443-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Common Courtesy"/><title type='text'>Some People Are Disgusting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;If you have just eaten dinner, or plan to eat soon, please read this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;If I have to wipe off one more toilet seat before I can sit down and do my business, I think I&#39;ll scream. First, how on earth does it get so wet?  Second, if it gets wet, why is the person who made it that way not cleaning up after herself?  What, was she raised in an environment where someone wiped up after her?  Bet they wiped her butt for her, too.  How gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Is it a cultural thing?  Whose culture?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Verdana;&quot;&gt;Most people use the paper seat covers as a means of keeping things a bit sanitary.  I use them to avoid the wet.  If anyone has any idea how to deal this situation, I am open for suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/5666680059025170863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/5666680059025170863?isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5666680059025170863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/5666680059025170863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-people-are-disgusting.html' title='Some People Are Disgusting!'/><author><name>gottab1tch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01137194878096013960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-7292410140554355588</id><published>2008-04-10T23:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:01:33.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Consultants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Local scrap store-middle aged snarky bitch at the register. I am shopping and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; frustrated because an item I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; last week and ran out of cannot be found in the place it&#39;s been for several years. Not once did this hag ask if I needed help. Not once did she even &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;acknowledge&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I find a few other things that might work. I go to the desk and she rings me up without a nod, or &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;howdeedo&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I don&#39;t spend enough money to make it worth her wasting her breath. I go outside and look at my slip (fucking overcharged me again) and there is her name with the title &quot;Design Consultant&quot;. Well Ann, you do not deserve that title (whatever it &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;means&lt;/span&gt; as I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; my own creations). You &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; consult with me on anything. And when I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;receipt&lt;/span&gt; back in and showed your mistake to you, you just rolled your eyes and gave me back 41 cents with no sorry (more a look like why did I bothered-its only 41 cents) and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt; your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Ann my dear-your employer got a letter from me today-and I did name names. I also told her this was not  the first time this has happened from you but it&#39;s the last. You may work for the last scrap store locally, but I would rather drive an hour in rush  traffic to go where I am appreciated as a paying customer. I hope &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;  lose your job too, but with this type of treatment, your job and your store won&#39;t be around for long (ha ha, I know the owner is trying to sell  now for months as she is losing tons of money). Ta Ta bitch!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7292410140554355588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/7292410140554355588?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7292410140554355588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7292410140554355588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/design-consultants.html' title='Design Consultants'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-1486124477936016143</id><published>2008-04-10T22:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:44:34.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bitch About Food Stamping......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Here is an email sent in by a reader....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;&quot; id=&quot;1eru&quot; class=&quot;ArwC7c ckChnd&quot;&gt;      &lt;div bg=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Thank god for your site and a way to vent at the  sheer stupidity of it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;  Why am I watching the evening news,  listening to a story about our countries decline and the increase in food  stamps??? To many people are lazy that&#39;s why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;  I must tell you the reason for this bitch. I  had government assistance. Yes I did, I wasn&#39;t proud but I had too. When my  husband started making enough I cut the apron strings. I was ECSTATIC. Yay, my  own money, own food, no help! I haven&#39;t looked back and hopefully I never  will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;  Back to my original bitch. So, as I watch  the news they are interviewing food stamp recipients. One lady lost her job and  needs assistance. Ok...I&#39;ll bite. The other???? The other had 2 jobs, but 4  children and 1 grandchild. Now, that&#39;s a lot to feed but then where is the other  half of the mother/father team??? Yeah, you know the answer and I don&#39;t even  have to say it. My other problem??? HER HOUSE IS NICER THAN MINE!!! WTF??? And  then the end all and be all....during her interview she was showing the reporter  her freezer, looked pretty stocked to me, but then I only have 2 small children  and a hubs gone for work all the time. She then turned slightly sideways..what  the hell!! SHE HAD A BLUETOOTH PHONE HOOKED TO HER FREAKING EAR!! This is the  problem I have with THESE types of food stamp recipients. When I had government  assistance I had a pathetic car, a equally pathetic wardrobe and could only  afford a basic home phone! Maybe if some of these people learned that you need  to cut your ENTIRE budget to feed all these kids they wouldn&#39;t need food stamps.  Since when is a cell phone a necessity?? It&#39;s not. It&#39;s a luxury that you get IF  you can afford it. I have to say that during the interview she went on to say  that what she got in food stamps helped but wasn&#39;t &quot;enough&quot;. Yeah..I guess it  wouldn&#39;t be enough, but I know that I pay about $70 for a simple cell plan. I  bet that&#39;d buy some much needed food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Thanks for letting me vent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;A bitch wearing her big girl  panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1486124477936016143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/1486124477936016143?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1486124477936016143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1486124477936016143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/bitch-about-food-stamping.html' title='A Bitch About Food Stamping......'/><author><name>Bitch of The West</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04936719800191956580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj175/blogginb1/781281ssldint3i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-1865837439980439141</id><published>2008-04-09T19:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:47:06.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hate Martha</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s another one for ya&#39;.  Now Martha doesn&#39;t need a backlink ever and I have ALWAYS had a love/hate for her.  I hate her cause naturally I&#39;m JEALOUS and love her cause she&#39;s so smart and it&#39;s hard not to love a smart woman.  Go Martha.  Anyway, unfortunately I read her blog (daily) wink wink.  You are not going to believe what she tried to do?  Her and the crew were touring 3M plant... you know post it note and painters tape fame...GLUE??  Ok here&#39;s what she tried to do... she tried to get them to change the color of blue painter&#39;s tape.  That&#39;s the tape that is used to mask stuff for painting.  Isn&#39;t that hilarious?  What the hell color should it be MARTHA.  She didn&#39;t mention what color she&#39;d change it to....I feel like asking her. Who else but Martha would ask a question like that.  Yes, 3M can you please change your blue painters tape to another color.  Probably that vintage 50&#39;s green color.  Just talking smart............</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1865837439980439141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/1865837439980439141?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1865837439980439141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1865837439980439141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-hate-martha.html' title='Love Hate Martha'/><author><name>glendathegoodbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924048664979636003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-3740947903201984839</id><published>2008-04-09T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:58:44.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well as LONG AS I AM AT IT....</title><content type='html'>Another thing that I HATE.  Ok so maybe it&#39;s petty, maybe I&#39;M rude but let me tell ya something... when I am in a store and I get asked a million times if &quot;I need help&quot;, &quot;am I finding everything ok&quot; or any other lame question by an overly BORED sales representative I AM GONNA SCREAM.  I was in a Sally&#39;s the other day.  You all know how small those stores are right?  The one I was in had 3 aisles....ok? Picture this...you can walk up the left side, down a middle aisle and then another aisle along the right wall.   Technically if you don&#39;t count the side aisles that run up the side of the store then you are looking at a ONE AISLE STORE.  That is the extent of the massive size of this place (NOT).  There were me, the owner (a man who was also micromanaging the register area, it was like he was a cling-on to that damn corner), and one sales rep (princess stocks a lot or should I call her princess stalk(er)s a lot) on the floor.  Yep that was it just us three.  It&#39;s a Saturday morning all I want to do was see if they have one item, grab it, check out and go.  Since it is such a small store in the first place I usually walk around and browse.  It&#39;s kind of a fun store anyway right???   The minute I walk in the store CAN I HELP YOU number one.  I politely tell the guy, no thank you I&#39;m good.  Now the other sales rep was standing right next to this guy when he asked me the first time (literally a foot away stocking shelves) so you know she heard him ask me the first time, I make my way down one aisle and am now in aisle number 2.  Micromanager peaks his head into aisle two and asks me AGAIN...FINDING EVERYTHING OK?  Now since 10 feet ago and 2 seconds earlier and no I&#39;M NOT LOST IN A ONE AISLE STORE AND YES I AM STILL FINDING EVERYTHING OK WHEN I JUST GOT DONE TELLING YOU I&#39;M GOOD AND JUST BROWSING HELLO.  By this time I am not really annoyed but the hair is starting to raise on my neck.  I don&#39;t know about you all but when I am out on a Saturday just trying to slam out some errands and enjoying my few days off and if I am minding my own business, if I haven&#39;t made eye contact with you and if I haven&#39;t talked to you  or initiated any conversation GUESS WHAT??? That means I DON&#39;T WANT TO TALK TO YOU.    Ok so motor around to the third and final aisle yes princess stocking the shelves STALKER is in this aisle (blocking it I might add with her damn cart (of which I immediately turned back and went down aisle 2 again no worries I&#39;m just browsing anyway and had already found the one item I went in for anyway, I didn&#39;t really need anything down that aisle)  But as I entered that third aisle princess shelf stocker says YOU GUESSED IT... can we help you find anything???? Ok now I&#39;m freakin done.  My reply?... cause you know I am a bitch and proud of it... I say to her...THAT is the third time since I have entered this store that you have asked me that question and GUESS WHAT my response is the same as it was 2 seconds ago.  NO YOU CANNOT HELP ME FIND ANYTHING THANKS.   By this time I am annoyed to no end.  I took the items I had in my hand that I was going to purchase and slammed them down on the shelf and walked out with NO PURCHASES.  Now can I HELP YOU WITH SOMETHING??? LIKE GETTING NEW CUSTOMERS perhaps?  I know that there are greater things in this world than petty little annoyances ok?  So don&#39;t give me any lip.  But this passive aggressive crap is just as bad because they are a miserable excuse for human beings.  There&#39;s more...told you I was back like a bad penny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda_the one and only_go0d_bitch</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3740947903201984839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/3740947903201984839?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3740947903201984839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3740947903201984839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-as-long-as-i-am-at-it.html' title='Well as LONG AS I AM AT IT....'/><author><name>glendathegoodbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924048664979636003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-3439260963624959406</id><published>2008-04-09T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:59:35.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough with the Sneak Peeks ALREADY!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody.  I haven&#39;t bitched in a while so I think it is time.  Not that I haven&#39;t had a ton of bitching on my mind trust me that is not the case, I&#39;ve been super busy and out of town.  I&#39;ll start with this one...I seriously hate this sneak peak crap that almost ALL of the stamp company&#39;s are pulling.  Enough already just release the damn sets so we can or cannot purchase them.  The sneak peeks don&#39;t make me want a set MORE if I don&#39;t love it in the first place.  Think of something else people.  In fact if it pisses me off enough I will stop buying from the offending company.  How&#39;s that for generating INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda_the one and only I&#39;m back_good_bitch</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3439260963624959406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/3439260963624959406?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3439260963624959406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3439260963624959406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/enough-with-sneak-peeks-already.html' title='Enough with the Sneak Peeks ALREADY!'/><author><name>glendathegoodbitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924048664979636003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-6903323164355648096</id><published>2008-04-07T01:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:50:51.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;I have not shaved my legs since January 1 of this year. At first it was to see how long I could go before it drove me nuts with the pickiness. Then I got past that. Now it&#39;s to see just how long the hairs will get-they have slowed down. It was an odd resolution to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;No one has noticed either. Not at the yoga class, or during spin classes. Or walking around at home in the light. And I stayed warmer all winter too. How long should I let it go? I have dark hair and the roots on my head are screaming for a touch up. Should I shave the legs then, too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;The only part that bothers me are the hairs on top of my big toes-reminds me of monkey toes! But sandal season is quickly approaching along with all the half naked fashions. I did do the pits and the eyebrows-but my legs are softer and less dry untouched. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6903323164355648096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/6903323164355648096?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6903323164355648096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6903323164355648096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/midnight-confessions.html' title='Midnight Confessions'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-8762361903666247308</id><published>2008-04-07T00:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:06:01.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphemisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Why do people say someone has passed away? Or just passed? Passed what? Gas, the dish of potatoes? It bugs the crap out of me! They died-it happens-to all of us-period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Why is an animal put down? Down where? The basement? Under the table and off my lap?  A put down is a slam verbally. They are euthanized-a decision from the soul of the human that is rightfully hard to do, but there is a name for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;A dog or cat is not fixed-they are either neutered or spayed. They had nothing broken unless you consider the stupid owners who let them continue to breed. We don&#39;t say we are fixed-we say we were &quot;snipped&quot;, tied or neutered, right?  Stupid ways to describe it, too. Use the real words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;We need to start using the correct terminology for our actions, people. You will not find it easier to do or talk about by using fake words. There is so much slang with so many different ways to interpret. Just the whole soda or pop debate is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to make me blow a gasket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Anybody else got any descriptive words that drive them bonky?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8762361903666247308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/8762361903666247308?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/8762361903666247308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/8762361903666247308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/04/euphemisms.html' title='Euphemisms'/><author><name>Bitch of the East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14647543087611505428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-7467397545026549878</id><published>2008-03-28T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:46:59.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic boycott</title><content type='html'>Nancy Pelosi says that America should not boycott the Olympic games in Beijing because, and I quote &quot;it would be unfair to American athletes&quot; (not sure that was Pelosi&#39;s quote, but that&#39;s what the radio newscaster said).  I&#39;d like to analyze that statement - unfair to American athletes.  China has a horrible human rights&#39; record.  They treat their citizens atrociously, killing anyone who protests the government, even in the most benign manner.  Child labor runs rampant, forced abortions are quite normal, children die in locked fireworks factories.   They kill more prisoners than any other country , including the US, which has a pretty horrific statistic in that regard too - in 2006, out of the ~1600 executions in the world, ~1000 were carried out by the Chinese.  Trials are secretive, so no one knows how guilty the prisoners are. And after they&#39;re killed, rumor has it their body parts are sold for transplantation.  In addition to treating their own citizens terribly, the Chinese treated our pets to poison last year, as well as exporting somewhere in the neighborhood of 19 MILLION toys that had to be recalled, toys that had lead in their paint and small parts for little ones to choke on.    And who can forget Aquadots, those lovely little beads that turned into the date rape drug GHB upon ingestion?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They censor all web sites that show the country or the government in a bad light.  They kill journalists who dare speak out. They find these journalists by strong arming places like Google and Yahoo into giving up information about posters so they can find them.  Currently, they&#39;re killing protesters in Tibet. Including monks and would probably love nothing more than to put a bullet in the head of the dalai lama.  And yet the IOC saw fit to allow this country the honor of hosting the Olympics this year.  And of course, it wouldn&#39;t be fair to American athletes if America boycotted. Granted, these athletes worked their asses off, training for the chance to go to these games, sacrificing family and free time (and junk food) for the honor of competing.  Is it unfair to tell them they have to wait for the next games and hope they can still perform well enough to win their spot?  Or should we just go to the Olympics and let China bask in what looks and feels like acceptance of its barbaric practices? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what my thoughts are.  I&#39;d love to hear yours.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/7467397545026549878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/7467397545026549878?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7467397545026549878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/7467397545026549878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/olympic-boycott.html' title='Olympic boycott'/><author><name>Betty the Bitter Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09398135345840999602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-3191031309519420474</id><published>2008-03-24T08:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:24:35.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with people??</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m at work. I&#39;m actually trying to work. I do work that requires some thought, and sometimes it requires a lot of thought or else I screw up big time and things get ugly. Most of the time, it&#39;s quiet around here and I can think and do without disruption. Once in awhile, there are loud people in the hall and I have to stop for a moment to give them time to pass. Today, there is a table set up right outside my office, and three women have been out there for more than half an hour, talking and talking and talking. And talking with their outdoor voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn&#39;t be so bad if they weren&#39;t talking about a kids&#39; show that was here over the weekend. They&#39;re talking about the details of this show, and how their kids reacted, and did they like this part of it or that part of it, and did this scare their kid, and how they wanted the crying kid behind them to shut up, and on and on and on and on. Ad nauseum. Outside my door. Did I mention how loud they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell everyone out there these things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I didn&#39;t go to a show, I really don&#39;t want to hear about it, unless I specifically ask. I&#39;m sure I&#39;m not alone in that feeling. So if you&#39;re going to discuss it in great detail, do it where you aren&#39;t disturbing those of us who don&#39;t give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Some people don&#39;t have an extra half hour to kill waiting for the disruption of their day to end.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you&#39;re going to talk outside the door of someone&#39;s office, try to be quiet about it. The term &quot;indoor voice&quot; indicates that it&#39;s the voice one is to use when one is indoors. Please try hard to keep the volume to a level appropriate for indoors.&lt;br /&gt;4. If the only thing you have to talk about after the weekend is a kids&#39; show, and you have enough to say that the conversation takes up roughly half the time of the show itself, GET A FUCKING REAL LIFE! It was a show for kids. I&#39;m thrilled that you were also entertained, but it wasn&#39;t like you went to see an Agatha Christie play, for Christ&#39;s sake. It was aimed at 4 year olds. How deep could the meaning have really been???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might just say &quot;Shut your door and quit bitching&quot;. To them I say &quot;Fuck you, it gets hot in here with the door closed, and it&#39;s my work space.&quot; I shouldn&#39;t have to be uncomfortable so people can gossip and cackle outside my door. Besides, I did eventually shut my door and I can still hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is wrong with people, as I asked in my title? Do they not have a job to do? Do they not care that they&#39;re annoying those of us who do? Might it be that I have raging PMS and should take a pill (and trust me, after listening to the hens outside for almost an hour now, that pill could be cyanide and I&#39;d be perfectly happy to pop it)? All of the above?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/3191031309519420474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/3191031309519420474?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3191031309519420474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/3191031309519420474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-wrong-with-people.html' title='What is wrong with people??'/><author><name>Betty the Bitter Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09398135345840999602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-4517770148446840891</id><published>2008-03-21T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:02:53.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sick...</title><content type='html'>...of asking for help all the goddamn time around the house that both my husband and I live in. How the hell does he miss it? And what makes his bloody efforts at work all week worthy of spending the whole weekend on the couch (especially when he keeps putting off the kids who just want to play with him)? Hell, I work too, do everything for the kids and maintain far more of the household than he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: This gal has gone so far as to document her &lt;a href=&quot;http://myhusbandscrap.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&quot;husband&#39;s crap&quot;&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/4517770148446840891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/4517770148446840891?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/4517770148446840891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/4517770148446840891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-sick.html' title='I am sick...'/><author><name>Bitch of the North</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560541250766731798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-1302512105153010170</id><published>2008-03-21T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:59:01.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question...</title><content type='html'>Have you and your significant other ever disagreed as to how much time you spent blogging and/or crafting?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/1302512105153010170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/1302512105153010170?isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1302512105153010170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/1302512105153010170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/question.html' title='A Question...'/><author><name>Bitch of the North</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560541250766731798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-8045937063607702618</id><published>2008-03-20T23:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:45:14.771-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics suck"/><title type='text'>My first bitch - ah, it feels so good</title><content type='html'>So I was accepted as one of the bitches.  I have found my home, my calling.  I have always wanted to be a ranting bitch, and now I get to have my &quot;dream job&quot;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bitch about the political bullshit that keeps being slung back and forth.  First of all, why the fuck do we have to deal with such a long race to the presidency?  I mean, haven&#39;t they been running for two years already??  God, I can&#39;t wait for this to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hillary and Barack are going at each other rather selfishly.  The republican nomination has already been secured, so McCain doesn&#39;t have to continue clawing his way to the top.  I really hate that Hillary and Barack have become rather ugly in their campaigns, knowing full well in another month or two, they are going to have their answer and then have to band together to try to bring the democratic party behind the winning candidate.  There was also a rumor that republicans had registered as democrats so they could vote for Hillary. I guess they think if Hillary becomes the nominee, she won&#39;t be able to beat McCain.  Either way, I think that just sucks.  Primaries are to pick the nominee for YOUR party, not to try to weaken the other party&#39;s ability to position the best candidate.  It&#39;s a shitty tactic.  It undermines the democratic process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that spewed, I think the best president is an ineffective one, and quite honestly, I don&#39;t think it really matters much who gets elected. If there is a republican president, congress must be controlled by democrats and vice versa.  It&#39;s the only way to keep a megalomaniac from realizing his dreams and avenging his daddy&#39;s tormentor, sending so many of our men and women to fight a war to get one man.  Our country runs so well when the president can&#39;t fuck things up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last bitch - just shut the fuck up already! I&#39;m so tired of politics and the campaigning and the dirt being dragged up and people being blamed for what their preachers say, or being picked on for being old and looking kind of liver spotted, and I&#39;m especially tired of hearing shit about how Hillary wouldn&#39;t be able to fulfill her duties in an emergency since applying makeup would slow her down.  Is there some law that says a woman must wear makeup??  GRRRRRR.  Let&#39;s just get on with it already!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/8045937063607702618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/8045937063607702618?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/8045937063607702618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/8045937063607702618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-bitch-ah-it-feels-so-good.html' title='My first bitch - ah, it feels so good'/><author><name>Betty the Bitter Bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09398135345840999602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241202801983307470.post-6428739594097303257</id><published>2008-03-20T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:20:47.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Of The West is Baaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>I want to apologize to those that have been persistently emailing me to be added as a contributing writer of our blog.  I have replied to all of you.  Follow the instructions provided in my email, and I will have you all added in no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you all didn&#39;t need me to keep the bitchin&#39; going on here!  Way To Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Bitch of The West</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/feeds/6428739594097303257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/241202801983307470/6428739594097303257?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6428739594097303257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241202801983307470/posts/default/6428739594097303257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchinescape.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitch-of-west-is-baaaack.html' title='Bitch Of The West is Baaaack!!!'/><author><name>Bitch of The West</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04936719800191956580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj175/blogginb1/781281ssldint3i3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>