Work...(trolls)

First, I am going to complain about the drivers in lincoln. We live in a city...if the speed limit is 40mph...please go at least 40. I am not asking you to speed, I don't speed b/c I am a cop magnet and see an average of 4 a day in about a total of an 8 mile drive. Just go the damn speed limit. And if you decide not to go the speed limit...stay in the damn right lane so those of us who do have places to go and people to see on a deadline...can drive in the left lane and speed limit. I am from a small town where if there is a slow "grandpa" driving on the road you can take a 1 block detour and be back on track or just go around them in the wrong lane...no biggy. However, you can't take just a 1 block detour in lincoln...it is an extra 10 minutes...and going into the other lane isn't real safe or easy either b/c of the median. So...it is simple...drive as though you are not the only one on the road.

Second, thanks to my loving parents...they thought it would be fun and "entertaining" for them to name me NOELLE. Now don't get me wrong, I have grown to love my name. I like that fact that it is pretty and original, not like a lot of other people's. Many people think of "The First Noel" song as soon as they see or hear my name. Then they usually break into song...and oh, let me tell you...it is always amazing...HA! I am used to hearing this song sang to me during the holidays or some snide comment referring to my name and x-mas. Not a big deal, after 21 years, I just giggle and move on. But today...one day before March...a guy comes in, I help him, then he must comment, "Oh, so you must be the girl that they named that song after huh?". Ok, first...it is almost MARCH. Second, I wasn't even a thought when that song was put together. Third, do you really think you are the first person to make some comment about my damn name...don't act so proud of your observation. If your name is BOB I don't say, "Oh, so you must be the guy they named that CAT after." I have been listening to the same thing for 21 years...please spare me if it is not holiday time...thank you.

Finally, a short troll encounter for my AFL.
T: Is that goulash?
N: Yep.
T: Is it spicy?
N: No.
T: Is that ragu(sp?) sauce on it?
N: Sure.
T: We will take $0.80 of mac and cheese.
N: Ok, it is $0.75 is that ok?
T: Yeah, I suppose that will do.
T: So, that is goulash?
N: YES!
T: And you said it isn't real spicy.
N: No, it is not spicy.
T: Well, I think it is going to be too spicy...Okay?
N: K, bye.
*thinking: how the hell can you tell it is too spicy by looking at it? And what makes you think that I give a flying F*ck if it is too spicy for you...I dont' want to sell you 23 and a half cents worth anyway...get the hell out.*

And for the song of the day...it is a Dixie Chicks song...not b/c I like them b/c I really don't, but this song was part of a big staged breakup that was put on youtube and then made it to TV stations. So here it is.

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting