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That's the way to take the high road and teach her some manners. Physical violence usually ends in please and thank you. Sheesh.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 10:57 PM
Oh, and Dave, whilest you're having your Killer Weekend, give judi a Killer Raise.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 10:58 PM
whispers to judi: get him to commit while he's drinking! Worked for Thomas Hart Benton.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 10:59 PM
judi, you are working late tonight!
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:00 PM
And could someone please pick up a life for me at the drive-thru window? Anyone?
Buehler.....
Buehler.......
Buehler........
Oh, yeah, I'm a Republican.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:01 PM
I forgot the please and thank you. Please don't punch me.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:01 PM
"ordered up a squad car with a side of prosecution."
Who ordered the side of ham with their news article?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:02 PM
"Police initially described Mr. Williams as a man from Penn Hills who lives with his mother."
-your honor, I rest my case.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:03 PM
GOOD grief. Yeah. I'm fuming so much I can't find the humor yet. Give me time.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:09 PM
I'd have shown him my machete and hot wax and let HIM say please and thank you!
grrrrrrrrrrrr
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:13 PM
So let me get this straight. To teach the young lady about manners he punches her out? Yeah, I guess that makes sense...*scratches head thoughtfully*
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:14 PM
Annie, I thought the same thing. The writer sure stretched that metaphor as far as humanly possible.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:14 PM
Who ordered the side of ham with their news article?
*snork* at Annie
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:15 PM
Geez. Where'd the Doc go? He steps in for the first time all week and I MISS HIM!!! :( I'm very depressed without my darling sidekick.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:16 PM
Sometimes punching them out is the only way to get their attention. Honestly! They look completely wasted and your lucky if they address you. By the way....Hi everybody!
Posted by: Doc Rick | June 29, 2007 at 11:17 PM
Annie - I ordered the Green Eggs, but NOT the ham.
Posted by: Sam I Am | June 29, 2007 at 11:17 PM
A guy friend of mine smacked his son, saying "Stop hitting your sister!"
Um, hello?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:17 PM
*SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH!!!!!* Hiya Rick!! EXCELLENT undercover simul there! How are you, Dollface? I've missed you!!!
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:19 PM
I still want to know how everybody can disappear off a thread at the same time. It's like the twilight zone.
I still think there's a secret handshake that I haven't been shown yet.
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:20 PM
*SMACKS* everyone!
I just wanted to do that.
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:20 PM
Annie - I have done the same. And recently, he has taken to trying to manhandle me, to which i whap him on the head with my seriously solid silver rings making full contact. Sometimes, that is the only thing that "boys" understand. Or at least, my boy.
(thwap!) Here. How did that feel to you?
Not so good.
Well, don't do it to me or your sister.
Uh, okay. Sorrie.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:21 PM
Hey! *smack* Knock it off, Cubana!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:21 PM
Missed you too Diva! Been a bit busy but hope to be back to blog level sarcasm in just a bit!
Posted by: Doc Rick | June 29, 2007 at 11:21 PM
uh..pete?? check back there.
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:22 PM
By the way, if all the gals in here are smacking things....
Posted by: Doc Rick | June 29, 2007 at 11:22 PM
si! gracias! dame otra vez???
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:23 PM
If you're into that, Rick, just hop on your IM. ;P
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:24 PM
Por supuesto.
*smacko*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:25 PM
No kidding, Annie. "served assault charges for dessert"; "hitting on the waitress"; "While the chief referred to him as "the gentleman," officers weren't inclined to cite him for gallantry". The reporter had entirely too much fun with this.
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | June 29, 2007 at 11:26 PM
pete- we did the secret handshake whilst you were, ahem, cleaning your garage.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:28 PM
Regarding the article...
I am really getting weary of people who are violent, or rude, or just plain disgusting.
My daughters told me yesterday how they were recently "flipped off" by another mom driver. They were passengers in a carpool coming back from one of their extracurriculars, and, being kids (11 & 12), all the kids in the car were acting goofy and trying to get other motorists to wave at them. They were waving and making exaggerated grins at the other cars. (I know, mildly annoying to some people, but I wasn't there, and the carpool mom let them have their fun.) Most people waved or smiled, or just ignored them. One mom, driving another group of kids, gave them THE FINGER.
I couldn't believe my ears, and had to ask them to actually show me what she did. It was the bird, all right.
There's something seriously wrong with some people these days.
But, that's why we have the Blog, I guess. To remind us that some people are still cool.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:28 PM
Wow, Cat. That's totally harsh. I'd find out who it is and give her a piece of my mind if I were you.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:30 PM
Well, it was weeks ago, and I doubt there's any way to find out. The kids didn't know who it was, but they figured she was a mom because she, too, had a bunch of kids in her car.
What a role model!
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:32 PM
*flips Cat. R the bird.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:32 PM
OK - enough of the seriousness. I'm having a salty blogarita and hopping in the hot tub to relax these achy muscles. Anyone with me?
*splASH*
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:33 PM
*Snork* at Annie's flippin' chickin'!
Now I'm hungry. Damned diet.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:33 PM
LMAO Annie!
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:34 PM
Cat - was this her?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:34 PM
Excellent, Annie!
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:35 PM
Cat - Waiting tables for so long has given me perspective on the Aholes in the world, that I will gladly share with you.
The manner in which we treat others is a direct reflection of the way we feel about ourselves.
When I see someone like that, I pity THEM. They have to live with that sh!te inside much longer than I will be exposed to it. And to be that ugly inside: well, my Mom said wisely, pretty is as pretty does. Pretty well sums it up.
And that doesn't even factor the bad karma ju-ju that they bring upon themselves.
And, on the upside, a wonderful learning opportunity for your girls of how NOT to be.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:35 PM
Sorry, gang. Seriousness is NOT what I come here for, and I certainly did not intend to lower the levity factor.
I just got out of a hot tub (unfortunately, not a "hot tub") myself, so I'm mellow. Who's serving? May I have an apple-blog-tini please?
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:36 PM
slides cat a blogtini and the bowl of gumballs
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:37 PM
Another *snork* at Annie's BBird!
Yes, Med, I totally agree. Who's always talking about karma? Oh, yes. Earl. My favorite guy.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:38 PM
I'm thinking that if you can't get the attention of the drive-thru technician a cattle prod would do the trick.
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:38 PM
Yeah, Pete, I always keep a spare in the trunk for such dire emergencies. :)
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:39 PM
Cat, is that Earl Pitts, American? We used to have him on the radio daily, but then the radio changed hands.... and my laughter quotient died off substantially.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:41 PM
The guy is mad at the girl because she's not quite as polite as he wanted, so he hits her!!? Somehow I think "hitting a girl" is much much worse than not saying "please".
Sorry, I probably need a gumball, but I'm seriously annoyed. I bet he wouldn't have done this except he probably thought the girl wouldn't punch him back.
Posted by: Kristina L. | June 29, 2007 at 11:41 PM
Mmmm... gumballs!
Sipping a-b-t.....
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:41 PM
Or Earl is in the trunk? My X hated that song, so I put a bumper sticker on my car, "Earl is in the trunk." Guilt is a powerful thing. *EG*
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:42 PM
I am nothing but nice to drive-thru attendants. They have my meal in their hands...out of my view. And they have easy access to stuff like boogers.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:42 PM
Everytime I picked up our children, that was his last
ingimpression. No, I am not passive aggressive, I swear, no really. Really. REALLY.Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:43 PM
Earl
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:44 PM
My total apologies, Cat! I was NOT trying to snark on you for being serious. :-)
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:44 PM
Annie, not to mention...spit. I am ALWAYS nice to my servers.
Posted by: Siouxie | June 29, 2007 at 11:45 PM
I think she meant the tv show "My Name is Earl."
Med - I'm glad you left an impression on your ex. Don't worry, he'll heal quickly.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | June 29, 2007 at 11:45 PM
Hiya, Diva!
a-b-tini is kickin' in....
Love the virtual cocktails -- no Weight Watcher points!
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:47 PM
AMEN!
pete - you still around? I was hoping at the very least that you'd hop in the hot tub with me here.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:49 PM
Annie, I do not want the healing to be quick. He deserves slow and painful for being so stooopid.
But, unfortunately for him, he has come to realize EXACTLY what his (very bad)decisions and selfishness have cost him and his children. Hindsight is 40/20. What a dumb a$$. Had it all and gave it away for a piece of skank. Too bad, so sad. You lose. It all. And then some.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:51 PM
Wow. I just got the news that NY Times movie critic Joel Siegel died today. He was only 63. It was colon cancer. That is so young.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:52 PM
Med, were you talking about Earl Pitts as in
"Pitt's off?" I believe his wife was Wilma Jean.
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:53 PM
Yeah, Diva, both thumbs are down. And there is no one even close to those two guys.
Job opening!
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:54 PM
Med, were you talking about Earl Pitts as in
"Pitt's off?" I believe his wife was Wilma Jean.
Posted by: pete | June 29, 2007 at 11:56 PM
Pete, Earl's wife is Pearl. This is his website: sorry, I am a few glasses of vino gone for the linky thingy.
http://www.earlpitts.us/content/earlBio.php
Posted by: Meditrina | June 29, 2007 at 11:56 PM
Hi, re-Pete!
Sorry.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 29, 2007 at 11:57 PM
Med's linky thingy
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 29, 2007 at 11:58 PM
/OT
Has anyone noticed a phenomenon similar to the one I am writing about?
Men who grow up with only brothers do not learn or understand how to communicate and relate to women other than sexually?
Girls in all girl families seem to cope with the trauma of seeing the one-eyed wonder snake, and are capable of communicating and relating, but boys???!!!
The ones I know that come from all-boys or only children don't seem to have the skills to have relationships with women as friends and peers. Am I talking out of my a$$? Or has anyone else noticed/observed this phenomenon?
/OT
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:01 AM
Well...Guys and Dolls (agnfa musical) I am ready for my
close up Mr. DeMillebeautimous sleep.Nite and sweet dreams!!
Posted by: Siouxie | June 30, 2007 at 12:02 AM
I haven't ever paid that kind of attention to it. Interesting theory, though.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:04 AM
Good morning, everybody.
*shucks clothes and jumps into hot tub*
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 30, 2007 at 12:04 AM
Night, Sooz! Sleep tight!
Hey, pete - where are you? I was still hoping you'd hop in the blog tub with me. :-(
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:04 AM
Missed Siouxie but I simuled Diva!
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 30, 2007 at 12:05 AM
Hiya Scott!! Scoot on over here! How are things in your neck o' the woods?
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:06 AM
I'll TAKE that simul there, Scott! Whoo!
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:07 AM
Med, I was the first of the 2 and only male children my mother had. We were more or less raised by our mother or grandmother for 14 years. We respect women more than anything else. I think it's just the enviroment they are raised in.
Posted by: Doc Rick | June 30, 2007 at 12:08 AM
Nite, Siouxie!
Med, Mr. R. has siblings of both genders. He is also neither the oldest nor the youngest. I'm gonna keep him. He balances me out. He relates well to women (in a wifely-approved way).
I think I'm lucky -- I grew up with a brother myself, one year younger. My daughters haven't been around boys much -- yet. They are definitely having a different childhood than I did.
That doesn't answer your question, I guess.
Posted by: Cat R. | June 30, 2007 at 12:10 AM
I was really hoping for some bloglit input on this thought. Because I have catalogued all of my "guy-friendships." Every one of them had a sister or was homosexual and in tune with the chick side of their brain.
I just want to know if I am the only one to experience this phenomena or is this a common thread?
I am definitely thankful that my two are one of each sex. They have a love/hate relationship like marriage. But both are comfortable being friends with the opposite sex and can relate to and communicate with. (sic)
The emotional retards that I know are all onlies or all the same sex families. My BIL (1 of 4 brothers) can only communicate with me through sexual jokes or conversation about his children (an obvious connection). He just doesn't have the skills or "mind set" to communicate with me as a peer or a friend. Amazing! Or is it?
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:11 AM
I will vouch firsthand for Doc's upstanding ethics and respect and precious chivalry. He is the most wonderful gentleman.
*places a rose in Doc's hand*
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:11 AM
*flaps back in*
Mr. Ducky was the youngest of 4 sons; Dad was career Air Force. You'd best believe all those boys respected wimmen. Their mom was the Queen Bee. It was amazing to see them rally 'round when she was dying of a brain tumor. Maybe they were the exception; I don't know. I have one of each, and my son (2nd born) is more compassionate than my A-type, driven, firstborn girl.
Posted by: Just Ducky | June 30, 2007 at 12:13 AM
Doc - do you have any long-term close friendships with women outside your marriage? I totally get and respect that you hold women in high regard, but are you friends with any outside your marriage or before?
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:13 AM
I'm baaaaccckkk!!!!!
*does cannonball into hot tub, barly missing Diva's ramparts*
sorry
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:16 AM
What is it with violence in the drive-thru lane at Wendy's? Didn't Dave run a story a few weeks back about somebody who popped a couple of caps into the manager of a Florida Wendy's franchise, because they supposedly wouldn't give the shooter more than a couple of packets of hot sauce?
Maybe Wendy's ought to start adding some Kevlar and a holstered Glock to the standard employee uniform...
Posted by: Wes S. | June 30, 2007 at 12:17 AM
Hey - no harm done, pete! I was starting to think you were ignoring me. :-)
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:18 AM
Yeah, Med, that's the guy. It's been a long time since I've heard him, but he used to make Pepsi spew out of our noses.
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:18 AM
Ducky - I have no doubt of the "respect" factor, but I am not curious about the respect. More the ability to relate to and be friends with women as peers. The communication and ability to bridge the gender gap, as well as the ability to see wimmin as more than sexual. Friends.
How can you not respect your Mom? Not possible. If you are a decent human being.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:19 AM
Hi, Wes!! How are you?
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:19 AM
Diva,
I lost my ips for a little bit.
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:19 AM
Diva! Hi, babe!
Just sticking my head into the blogbar for a moment before heading for bed; tomorrow's going to be a busy day at Ameristar.
Fortunately, I've got most of July 4th weekend off, so I'll have plenty of time to recuperate.
Posted by: Wes S. | June 30, 2007 at 12:22 AM
I just thought maybe I paid too much attention to XMatt last night. ;-) You might as well just snuggle on over. There's room in the tub.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:22 AM
Uh, Pete, you got hot tub juice in my drink.... careful, there, cowboy.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:22 AM
Wes, somebody's got a "beef" with Wendy's, I guess.
(How sad is it that Clara Peller's name popped right into my head 20 years after this commercial?)
Posted by: Cat R. | June 30, 2007 at 12:23 AM
The funniest thing I remember Earl doing was the bit about taking Pearl to a Willie Nelson concert. She got so excited she threw her XXL panties on stage and they covered Willie's face causing him to fall off the stage and break a limb. Freakin hilarious.
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:25 AM
Doin' fine, Diva. Had a good vacation but probably spent too much money. Time to scrimp and save.
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 30, 2007 at 12:26 AM
*snuggles up to Diva*
sigh
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:27 AM
Well, Med, when I met Mr. Ducky, he had a couple of close women friends that were completely non-sexual relationships. Of course, Mr. Ducky has an artistic temperament, which may make things a bit different for him. Before he painted houses for a living, he painted pictures. He decided that wouldn't be an easy way to make a living, so he went another direction. Still, the mural he painted on a wall of our son's room when he was a youngster was awesome. Boyduckling is 19, and we're just now getting ready to paint over said mural. Even though he's outgrown it, my son hates to part with it.
Posted by: Just Ducky | June 30, 2007 at 12:27 AM
Scott - Glad you enjoyed yourselves. Money is just paper.... memories are forever.
Posted by: Meditrina | June 30, 2007 at 12:27 AM
The finger-in-the-chili episode last year also involved Wendy's. Hmmm...
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 30, 2007 at 12:28 AM
Welcome back, Scott! I feel your post-vacation wallet pain; I just paid the bill for our trip to AZ when the girlduckling graduated. Ouch! It adds up fast, doesn't it?
Posted by: Just Ducky | June 30, 2007 at 12:30 AM
Ever since Dave Thomas died...
Posted by: pete | June 30, 2007 at 12:32 AM
Med, I'm not sure about your theory but my own experience may add another bit of validation. I am the oldest of five with two sisters and two brothers (boy, boy, girl, boy, girl). I have *always* gotten along better with women than men. In college, I was known as a "safe date" IYKWIM and on at *least* two occasions I was oblivious to *blatant* "overtures" IYKWIM.
Posted by: ScottMGS | June 30, 2007 at 12:33 AM
Well, Wes - if you and Med have no plans one of these nights we need to all get together. And maybe we can even get SteveinKC to join us.
Posted by: DeskDiva | June 30, 2007 at 12:33 AM