Dear Starbucks Cashier Who Works The Monday Morning Shift,

Gosh, I'm so sorry. Where were my manners? Usually, I come in an order a large house blend or whatever it's called. Then you correct me ("a venti?"), and in seconds you give me my coffee. For all your hard work, I tip you with smile and thank you, and you return the favor. And every time you smile, I just have this feeling, you know? Like you're genuinely smiling back at me; like you're happy to serve me my large-- sorry, venti-- coffee. It's a glorious way to start the week, and I'm sure you feel the same way.

Well, I had a bad weekend, which left me awfully grumpy come Monday. I regret to say that we exchanged nothing but coffee and money that stolid morning. No smiles, no thanks. But perhaps through your compassion and understanding, you will forgive me of this heinous deed.

You see, on Sunday my wife and I got into an argument about something or other. I think this time...

So I sent out those emails, put some more Adsense on my Eblog, reminded people in Facebook as well to forward the site, click on and look at the ads, etc., made $30 in less than two weeks....


And they can me!! Too many clicks. I succeeded and they got pissed. So I was $19 away from the first check, my site stats go up and I get punished.
That's like telling a kid, "You passed the test with a 100, but since you got all the questions right, I'm failing you."

WTF, Google?

Marijuana, Inc

Why in hell is our government spending billions of dollars trying to keep pot illegal??
We could eradicate the national debt or at least truly reduce it if these assholes would just not only legalize weed but tax it like they do booze. No more tax dollars spent on cops and DEA agents, tax coming in from the sale of pot....
Crime would go down, the economy would pick up.
Jesus....


/me shakes her head.

My nephew's wife makes the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz look like a nun. He had been warned about her before they got married, but she was his first lay and vice versa and genitals won over brains. I can tell because niether has brains.
Background: As a good Catholic, she is mortified by my sister's single life. she's called her a pig, a whore, a no-good mother, a tramp and all this while forgetting that she would lie to her own mother so she could spend the night at my sister's in the nephew's room. My sister? She's had the same boyfriend for over 10 years.

Scenario: My sister, dressed very nicely in a sweater and jeans, hair coiffed, posed for a photo to be put in her Facebook. The only other photo there was of the new baby of this couple. She posted the photo and immediately was lambasted and called a pig, among other things right there under the image.They even said "How could you do that and put it right next to our daughter??" As if the kid...

Now I write for Playerpress.com under their NASCAR banner(my first article has made it #2 most read today just hours after I wrote it).
I have an EBlog. I'm under consideration as a contributor to a new print magazine.
And I still write for Cycle Connections.
Whew.....
It's all E's fault. He knows I love to write and knows that in order to succeed I have to be pushed-I'm not good at pushing myself by myself.