Wednesday, May 30, 2007

A Holiday Weekend Spent Couch Side...




Why Can't Tv Be Original???...

I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday in which to honor the people serving in the military and those who lost their lives in battle. I won't get into the political issues related to the holiday, but as a person who has several family members who have served in the military, I will say that I support the troops. No comment on the war.

As for my weekend, I delighted myself in the art of "CouchPotatoIsm." I didn't quite park myself on the couch the whole time. I just thoroughly enjoyed just about any and every tv marathon on any channel. I don't know why folks stress themselves out over the holidays to travel to various places when they can stay at home and relax. One thing is for sure, the airlines and gas stations didn't get my money over the weekend, because I kept my shuttle (that's what I lovingly call my silver car) parked.

In between, watching the Run's House marathon (I love them), The Price Is Right (I Love Bob Barker), The Young and the Restless (Has Nick Actually Left The Show?), I came upon the Food Network. Bobby Flay was at it again with his competitive self. Remember him? He's the one who claimed to win the authentic Iron Chef show up against the Asian chefs who had been studying their culinary crafts for decades. So you know I ain't hardly believing he beat them. I think he cut a check to them, and they cut him the title. I come to believe that more and more when I see him on his little shows.

By the way, what ever happened to the original "Iron Chef Show?" After Bobby, the original show went by the wayside and was replaced with "Iron Chef America," which is a sad and pathetic version of the original. The old show had art. They'd take a live octopus and make it look like a beautiful dish by the end of the show. I wouldn't eat it, but the dish was looking quite pretty. Pretty counts. The new show also lacks class and style. Speaking of style, you can't tell me that Michael Jackson's hair and clothes stylists weren't taking notes from the Iron Chefs. The Iron Chefs can design for me anytime. *lol* I'm just saying.



We're Going To Need You To Sit Down For A Minute...

Bobby Flay, Bobby Flay, where should I start? Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to take his chef's title from him, because there probably is a market for his kind of food. But he isn't the "Iron Chef" of the world. And from time to time, I do enjoy watching some of his shows. What can I say? I just love watching the Food Network plain and simple. I find it along with the Home and Garden channel (HGTV) to be very comforting. But I had to sit up off of my comfy couch to say hold up and wait a minute to Bobby Flay initiating a challenge to a couple of Hot Dog Joint Experts in California and New York. One of the challengers was a hot dog joint in California called Pink's. They had been in operation since 1939. So once again, how in the world did Bobby think that he could make a better dog? Homeboy came out with a dog dressed with some avocado mixture.
*side eye glance*

What ever happened to originality? Why does his show come up with the most ridiculous ideas? Once, I believe he was trying to perfect the art of frying chicken. *another side eye glance* How is he going to come out on top against some old grandmas who have been frying yardbirds for 50 years? It ain't happening cap'n. If I see Bobby Flay and the Food Network come out with some more craziness, I'm going to have to cite them with a ticket and not watch them for a minute.

I'm running late for work. I've got to run. Have a great day!!!...

Thursday, May 24, 2007

There She Goes Again....



Rosie's Can't Leave The View Fast Enough...

I'm not going to get into the political ramifications of the arguments behind what happened on The View yesteday. I will just tell you that the Bully Rosie O'Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselbeck got into a heated debate. I usually don't agree with Elisabeth's political views at all, but I don't agree with the way she was treated. Rosie needs to "learn" how to attack the issues and not the people. One day she'll come into contact with someone who is her verbal equal or superior and then she'll know what it's like to be bullied. *lol* Perhaps, she has. Donald Trump is still joking on her.

Over the course of this year, Rosie has "initiated" attacks on Kelly Ripa, Donald Trump, the Asian community, and now her co-host Elisabeth Hasselbeck. Rosie has done more damage to the show than Star Jones Reynolds ever did. But that goes to show that definitely what goes around comes around. TV execs and greasy Babs kicked Star out only to take on Rosie who shows no respect to anyone but herself. Who watches The View anymore anyway? I stopped watching it a few years ago. I only heard about this flap on the news. Stick a fork in The View. It's done!!!...

Update: Yesterday, ABC tv execs announced that Rosie asked to be let out of contract early, and the tv execs granted her request. A couple of entertainment news web sites unofficially reported that Rosie's assistant put mustaches on Elisabeth's pictures in the hall and that Rosie trashed her dressing room. ABC only confirmed that the mustaches were drawn. Is this junior high school all over again or what? Good riddance Rosie.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Cubicle Chronicles: Part 5 - Why Me?







Office Drama: The Young And The Restless...

Howdy. More excuses. It's been a while since I posted something new. But since I can't really comfortably blog at work (they are watching our computer activities more closely) and since I'm time challenged in the morning to get to work, I don't blog as much. There's no excuse for me, but that's what I'm going with for now until I can craft a better lie. *hee hee* But anyways, this is what's up with me. In between work assignments and daily naps at work, I was dragged down at the bottom of the office whirlpool. I was minding my own business. And what was surprising is that I was one of the last ones to find out. Who knew? *Geesh*

Well Howdy...

See this is what had happened. I'm going to provide a little background information before I launch into the present situation. I don't know if anyone remembers in an old posting that an older co-worker had his eye on me some years ago. Again, I was one of the last to know. Well, I really didin't want to know if you know what I mean. It all started because I've got southern ways and a slightly southern twang of talking. And I'm proud of them. Where I'm from in North Carolina, we speak and wave and carry on. Just like that. We wave from porches and moving cars. It can get ridiculous. I don't do all that. But if you walk up on me, I'll smile and say, "Hi, how are doing today?" or something to that effect. I think there's nothing wrong with acknowledging someone's existence and saying something nice. It doesn't cost anything to be nice, right? Well, it shouldn't. I greet my co-workers the same way. And if they wish to carry on a longer conversation, many times I will oblige, although I really don't want to judging from some of their mental states at times. Too bad I didn't cut off my communications with the old dude.

It all started because of another co-worker came over to my cubicle to invite me and some other co-workers to a toy party. She went on to explain what "sensual products" would be sold there in great detail. That's when that old dude's antenna went up. Being the good worker that I am (*lol*), I didn't have much to say in the conversation. I just listened and declined the invitation politely, since I knew a couple of unconfirmed perverts who might be attending. No thanks. But from that point on, my old male co-worker started paying me way too much attention.

Why Me???...

I'm a free-willed person who doesn't like to be bothered. I'm not a hermit. I speak to people and have friends, but I can't stand for someone to try to control me or try to manipulate my movements to serve their special purposes. Let me explain. What I started to notice was that my co-worker was listening to my phone calls. How do I know? He told me so. His cubicle was beside mine. And as soon as I would hang up, he'd get up and start a conversation about my last phone call. Ain't that a blip? He was watching me from his boss' office during meetings and would tell me what he saw me doing then. Another male co-worker told me that every time he would visit me, that old Puerto Rican guy in the cubicle next to mine would be looking at me and the other co-worker. That was embarrassing, because other people started to notice. He'd peep over the 6 foot tall cubicle walls. He told me that he knew where I parked my car. Before, I bought my place, he wanted to know how much I paid in rent. He'd ask co-workers why I wasn't speaking to him. And he would try to figure out when I was leaving for the day so that he could join me. When he noticed that I was ignoring him, he'd come to my cubicle and demand that I see him by the end of the day. Nope, I didn't.

I really don't know how things escalated to this point, because we only used to talk about politics and socio-economic stuff. Doesn't it seem like the more you try to avoid someone or something, the more that person or the thing will seek you out? He tried to talk about more personal things, but I'd always steer the conversation away, because I'm a very private person and don't discuss my personal business in the office. Anyhoo, I finally got fed up with his stalker-like ways and asked my supervisor if I could move my cubicle away to a more quieter aisle so that I could concentrate better. From there, things seemed to have calmed down for a few years.

Slow Your Roll...

Well recently in the last month, a co-worker noticed that another co-worker had started rolling her eyes at me. I knew nothing of it, because I mind my own business and go about my own way totally oblivious to some things. The next time I walked down the hall, indeed, Miss Older Thing (50 something) was rolling her eyes at me. Usually eyerolling is done by the younger sistas. This woman isn't either. I guess she thought she'd gesture to me in a way "she thought" I would understand. Nope. But I was wondering why? Apparently, she started dating the old Don Juan (55-60 something year old) and either he told her something about me or someone in the office may have mentioned that he liked me (was obsessed sickly with me) a few years ago. Last week, after all her eye rolling and stomping by my cubicle, my devil's advocate appeared. Some convincing arguments were made. This is what it said:

Evil Zee: Hey you, Miss EyeRoller. Over here. Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Miss EyeRoller: Huh? Are you talking to me?
Evil Zee: What did I just say? Are you hard of hearing or just dumb?
Miss EyeRoller: **Rolling Eyes Three Times**
Evil Zee: Cow, roll your eyes all you want. Cuz, I can "snatch" your man away from you at any given time and throw him back to you when I'm finish. But there's only one problem. I DON"T WANT HIM AND NEVER DID. So please take your weak man and roll!!!...


Back Life, Back To Reality...

Well, it's a good thing that I actually don't think or speak that way. The sweet real me has chosen not to dignify this situation unless called upon to do so. If Miss Older Thing gets to be too much, I'll politely pull her to the side and tell her that she has nothing to worry about, because I'm not interested in her man. Therefore, their office romance can flourish. Ain't I so nice?


P.S. Princess Dominique: Why are you picking on my comeback news post? *lol* Those are the easiest to put together. You don't miss a thing. You caught onto my tricks. *lol* Princess, Luke and Monica I promise to do better. Girlscouts honor. *Trying to make the sign*

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Another King Has Passed Away...


Yolanda Denise King
November 17, 1955 - May 15, 2007


Ms. Yolanda D. King, the eldest of the children born to the late Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Coretta Scott King, passed away at the age of 51 on Tuesday night. When I first heard about this news story early this morning on the radio, I wondered whether the stress of her mother's death got to be too much for her and took its toll on her health. Lady, rest in peace.