Wednesday, February 2, 2011


"Dear Lord, please give me the patience to not bitch slap these new young quilters who insist that there's only one RIGHT way to quilt: Their freaking way. AMEN"

I am getting pretty sick of this line: "Well, I've been quilting for two years and this is the ONLY RIGHT way to do this technique."

Spoken like a true four year old.

My version: "There's no right way or wrong way to do anything in the quilt making process, so do what works best for you. Here's what works best for me.........."

Freaking ill mannered snobs are what ticked me off when I first started quilting and it looks like another generation is proliferating. How sad for them and for anyone who believes them.

Monday, September 6, 2010

People Who Try To Dump On Me

Greedy, self-serving, blood sucking jerks whose sense of self-entitlement needs to be smacked out of them with a 2x4.

Friend? NOT!!

Try to dump your filth on me? Not happening.

Oh, and guess how I feel about people who get drunk and can't remember what they've done. People who KNOW me and ARE my friends won't have a problem with that tricky little question.

Pack your crap and go back to wherever you call home and don't come visit us again. I have the state troopers on speed-dial and I'm just itching to turn you in.

Friday, August 13, 2010

I hate being angry!

Could the neighbors please keep their dog on a leash and give me my deposit back and stop quoting me an entirely new balance from whatever creative accounting software they use every stinking time I email them? Thieves and reivers.

How hard of a concept can it be to respect other people and their property?

Now I have to go see how many of my rabbits that dog killed.

If I could find someone who will fight with I'd give them all the money owed me, or donate it to charity.

I SO dislike arguing, fighting or trying to teach inconsiderate people that *I* have rights too! It disrupts my harmony. DAMN. Just when I was getting things done and happily chugging along. Now I'm slamming things and discombobulated.

Oh, and the worthless piece of crap that quit on the fishing boat messed up the washing machine. What a surprise. Eighteen and probably never done a load of laundry in his life. I want to smack his mother for bringing up such a worthless sub-human and enabling him to remain worthless, as I am sure she will. I'm sure NOTHING is ever his fault.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Not Acceptable

What part of wishing death on an innocent person is a joke?

What kind of person thinks that wishing death on a specific person is funny?

Here's a good way to alienate me, and a lot of other people too: make a deathwish on someone and post it to Facebook.

I had to look up how to delete a person from my friends but two just went *poof*. I don't care who you are, how you know me, or what your circumstances are. If you don't know that it's totally unacceptable to post a death wish AND then attempt to defend it as funny, you are a GOD forsaken loser.

Sunday, April 25, 2010


Unless your ancestors are 100% native to this country going all the way back to before Columbus arrived, shut your mouth about illegal immigration. Just shut it.

Image Courtesy of Matilda-1

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Once upon a time.......

...there was a woman who did know how to be nice. She only knew how to make this one mad at that one and sit back and laugh while others stewed. Sometimes people caught onto her game and got mad at her, others just left, and others liked the excitement of never knowing who was going to be up or down and waited eagerly for every installment of insanity!

One day one of the ones that left found out: there's more than one of these bat-shit crazy manipulative self-center-of-teh-universe (yes, I know I spelled that wrong!) females and she CRIED! "Why, oh why do they keep popping up in my life" she wailed to the rainy sky. "Avoid them like the plague, I do, [Yoda voice] and yet they pop up like pustules in lower regions", she bemoaned. Because, you see, she made a friend but that dear friend had an adult child. And the adult child was a misbegotten replica, albeit a piss poor copy not capable of even the most rudimentary finesse, of the original woman.

A manipulator with the cheapest skills, obvious and low, using base lies and crude mis-information to twist and tweak, not at all like the original, who's skills were known far and wide and whose probing malfeasance required deep discernment.

And the one-who-left laughed and laughed at the cheap imitation! "You cannot play your silly games with me," she cried! "I have learned from the BEST and I shall smite you like the flea that you are!"

....stay tuned. I am SURE there will be more!