Change

367.5 pounds.  400 pounds.  525 pounds.  That was the last time I was actually weighed and the last time I went to the doctor — any doctor for that matter.  My doctor told me that I needed to lose weight and I needed to start right away.  That was two years ago.

Two years ago I could get around — with some degree of difficulty, but I could still get around nonetheless.  Today, I can barely get out of bed and go to the bathroom let alone stand to shower.  

Drama!!!

The thing I detest more than anything in the world is drama. I do realize there you will have drama every now and again, but everyday it’s just more than I can handle. Hence, why I don’t like working with women.

Call me a chauvinist. Call me an ass. Call me a pig. Call me what you will, but the fact remains I don’t like working with women.

And god forbid you’ve got a woman for a boss, she typically becomes an even bigger bitch. Either she grows a pair of cojones and has no problem wielding her new-found big stick around, or she grew a pair and has utterly no fucking idea what to do with them.

You might ask, “Why such contempt for working with women?”  It’s simple. I can count on one hand the times I’ve had a good working relationship with a woman.  All others have had more drama than Sybil has personalities.

I don’t have a problem with women working.  I just prefer not to work with them, be they a subordinate, an equal, or a supervisor.  They just bring way too much drama!

It’s Not What it Seems . . .

“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I am led down a long stark white hallway.  There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm.  I feel like a wishbone.  Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of their joints.

“Where are you taking me,” I continue screaming.  They keep looking straight ahead and continue walking in silence.  I purposely stop walking and fall to the ground like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.  They quietly pick me up off the cold floor and continue walking.  

Fake A$$ Chruch Folk

Blast Scott Berkun over at The Daily Post at WordPress for this challenge!  Yesterday’s challenge was to Make a list of five things you are afraid to write about.  I did and look where it has gotten me — writing about one of those five things I’m afraid to write about.  Sure, sure I don’t have to accept the challenge, but hell it wouldn’t be me not to jump in.  So here it goes.

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Fake A$$ Church Folk

“Will all visitors stand and remain standing.”  Heads turn in all directions to see the handful of fresh, new faces that stand around the church.

“We’re so glad you are worshiping with us, as we know you could have attended another place of worship today.  We want you to feel welcome, and a part of our church family because we are family.”

“Yeah right,” I think to myself.  All the crap and foolishness I see going on here, if this is a how family act; then I want out.

STRESS!!!

5 Things I’m Afraid to Write About

The Daily Post at WordPress has yet another great topic, to make you say hmmm.

I really had to think about this.  What five things am I afraid to write about?  I thought that everything was pretty much fair game, but that’s not true.