Hey kiddo.  It is time I take a break from blogging for a while.  I have too many balls in the air and don't have the time nor the energy to keep up on this.

Of course I will still check your blogs like always.

Open Fields, Flowers and Sunshine? BLAH

Every time I return from visiting New York it feels like I am leaving home all over again. I know I belong in the city as I lament over the loss of the noise, traffic and grime because sunny greenness of Florida is both blinding and annoying. So as usual I am frantically contacting head hunters to find me a gig up north to get me the hell away from this clean living and family oriented town. When nothing comes up, I will settle back into this pick up lovin’ town until my next trip stirs me up once again.


Speaking of southern way, bringing a hard core red neck chick to the Big Apple was a hoot . It was her first visit so all her preconceived notions about Manhattan based on television and movies. We stayed midtown so I decided that we weren’t going to take taxis but were going to utilize the subways the entire trip. I had to talk my friend down from frantic when I mentioned this to her as she expected dark, dingy, platforms with no other people but murders and rapists. I guess Hollywood prefers to depict the NYC of the 70s and 80s. Clean, graffiti free, well lit stations and trains don’t really make good television.

So we shopped in China Town, ate in Little Italy, were entertained by Broadway and hit a good portion of the 250 plus Starbucks on the island.

Anyone know of a decently priced walk up available in the East Village? You know I must be really homesick if I am willing to forgo an elevator and doorman.

My daughter has shitty taste in music.

There, I said it.

I have been pushing this fact out of my mind for several months lately in hopes that she would outgrow the hideous genre that she has adopted as her style. 

Dare I name it?

Hip Hop and Top 40.

Lady Fucking Gaga??   God of Music...Say it isn't so!!!

She has been raised on a mixture of classic rock and new alternative.  Musicians that have something to say and use their talent to say it.  Her father is a musician as is her uncle and her brother.  They play real instruments, several each as a matter of fact and yet, computer generated CRAP is what she adores.

I have to wonder; where oh where did I go wrong?

More importantly, is there some kind of recovery program I can get her into?

Pride

There is school pride.

Gay Pride

Lesbian Pride

Pride of Country

                                                 

Pride and Prejudice

                                                 

Pride Prejudice and Zombies...

                           

But the stupidest pride is the one that leaves you heartbroken and alone.

                                            

Now that kind of pride is just fucking sad.

My vacation plans are driving me crazy.  I know I am a spoiled bitch and have no right to complain but my girlfriend is expecting my feedback on everything from hotels to breakfast delis to subway lines vs taxis on our fun filled trip to Manhattan next week and my family is attempting to get my opinion on beach front condos for summer vacation.

And I simply don't give a shit.

Really...

I want to go away.  I do.  I just don't want to have to think too much about it.  Tell me where to be, at what time with approximately how many credit cards and I'll show up with a bathing suit or parka or whatever the situation dictates.  

I have to admire both of their tenacity in trying to find the perfect hotel at the perfect price in the perfect location.   I just would admire it even more if neither cared what I thought.  I really have no opinion other than those limited by budget restraints and dates.  In other words, I have the when and how covered,they can feel free to cover the where.

This is why I like cruising.  There is a lot less thinking involved.

My link of the week are some travel horror stories.  Enjoy and have a nice weekend kids.

Signs Signs Every Where There Are Signs.

I am one of those people that believe in destiny and earthly signs that show us the way and lead us to that destiny.

Naaaaa.  But I had you going there for a sec, didn't I?

What I believe in is that we are all just stumbling around this planet bumping into one another, shoving the nit wits out of our way and attempting to move forward to get to that ultimate prize of death and decay.

If we are lucky, along the line we'll find a few laughs, some worry free sleep and a great lay or two.  That is it.

Like most of us, I have had my heart broken.  Even pined over people that I should have moved on from a lot sooner.  But when all is said and done,  being heartbroken is a selfish state of mind in that you didn't get to keep that person that you wanted to do things for you.   That person who was going to save you from yourself and make each day on that road to death a little easier to take.

It occurs to me is that person is usually a hellavalot of freakin' work.  Because while they are being your person, you've got to be theirs.

How annoying.

So my thought is to put out a personal ad that reads:

Witty, charming and perfect in every way, especially in her own mind, woman seeks great guy.  Must not watch American Idol or have any needs  at all.  Yearns to take care of another human being emotionally, physically and financially while getting nothing in return except an occasional thanks and a smile.

Think I'll have any takers?

Words of Wisdom

Life doesn't give you unlimited chances to get what you want so you'd better take it when it is in front of you.

AND

Don't try to dump your coffee out the window while going 60 mph on the freeway.

Whatcha got for me?

I'm NOT With Stupid.

As my constant readers are aware, I do not do well with stupid.  The Mt Dora Urologist that posted the ridiculous sign above is a prime example.  As a matter of fact, I think I will send an "IM WITH STUPID" tee to his wife.

 I had the pleasure of catching Dr Jack Cassell who I will henceforth refer to as Dr.Pee Pee on Fox news this morning.   He was waving around someone else's summery of the health care reform package and quoting from said printed internet copy.   When asked why he didn't get involved sooner, he said he would have if he had read it and been informed earlier what it was all about.

 If he had been informed earlier...

This bill affects my livelihood as well.  I had read through three drafts of 2500 plus pages before the final bill was passed.  I had summarized each page, put neat little circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, Googled what I didn't understand and formulated an opinion as to its merits and disadvantages.

Dr. Pee Pee has no plan to ever read what he is so actively criticizing on every news center that will have him.  Dude, if you're going to have an opinion, please at least educate yourself as to what you are protesting against.  My cheeks literally burned when I found out this guy was essentially my neighbor and colleague.  I was so embarrassed for him and how he was humiliating himself publically to everyone that knew the “facts” that he was spouting off about were incorrect.

 This law has a lot of problems.  A  L O T.  There are parts of it that I would like to stand up in Congress and shout “WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING?” Although the AMA came out for the bill, I don't expect all medical professionals to be sheep and line up behind their representing organization in Congress.  What I DO expect is for a physician to take the time to know what is going on in their country as it is happening and not attempt to play fourth quarter quarterback equipped with a soccer ball and sprained wrist just for the publicity.  

Dr Pee Pee, I hope for your sake this goes away because I don’t think you’re going to get many referrals from my neck of the woods.  Very few want to be associated with your idiocy in any way.  Our patients with bladder problems that are no longer going to be rejected as pre existing won’t be sent to you even though they are now insured.  Our patients who are still in school, over 22 and are now covered under their parents insurance won’t be sent to you.  In a couple of years, when hundreds of thousands of new lives will be covered in our area? 

You won’t be seeing a dime of that money either.

Which is all well and good if you are standing up for your principals.  

Perhaps next time you'll take the time to find out what those principals are.

Easter is coming and I have to tap into my savings account.

As children, my siblings and I figured out  that waking up early on Easter morning looking for hard boiled eggs that none of us particularly liked, was bullshit. After a year or two of mom and dad trying to recall where they hid the suckers as we watched on uninterested, a new plan was created;  buy the hollow plastic ones and fill them with cash.  Now THOSE were worthly of the time it took to find them.

If you're thinking we were selfish, greedy, little kids...good call.

As the years and generations have passed, those little hollow plastic eggs that contained pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters now are filled with good ole American paper money.  If an egg makes noise when shaked, it means someone has found the booby prize of coins.  Poor kid gets less than a buck for his or her trouble.  Awwwww.

So I am off to the bank to get fifty bucks broken into different denominations so I can honor the rising of our dear saviour Jesus Christ by encouraging greed and promoting capitalism.

Have a happy Easter or fun weekend depending on what floats your boat.