Must bitch now. Yes this is Vegas ba-by! Land of fantasy, intrigue, movie stars, casinos, ferarri's, whores, strippers etc etc... And when you move here with an attitude like that "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Just leave your money when you go. Did you move here with a bankroll? Good! Then you are not who I'm addressing. Did you move here to seek out a good job or make fast buck on our booming, overpriced real estate market? Good! I'm not talking to you either. I'm talking about all the 20 and 30 somethings who come here on vacation and fall in love with the party life and decide to move to the adult disneyland. Helllloooooo, you couldn't party all the time back wherever it was you came from and make a living what the hell makes you think this would be any different??? There are real people here. With real families, jobs and responsiblities. Its like any other city. Except we have legalized gaming everywhere, there is no last call and the weather is lovely in the winter. What pisses me off are the influx of 5000+ people a month who move here seeking god knows what. Local officials keep tabs on the population boom but what I would like to know is how many people run from here with their tail between there legs? Having lived here for 22 years (I had no choice in moving here I was a child) and pretty much grown up here. I know how this place goes. Growing up with the transient nature of Las Vegas I've compared it to being a military brat... only I didn't do the moving. Honestly, I think people leave the worsts of themselves in Vegas. The good parts are what they take when they go. That's why anywhere must be better than here.

PS. To everyone who swears everything is better everywhere else...Go Home. If you miss it that much, sheesh. I've heard for days who has the best pizza, best chinese, best italian food, best skiing, best air, nicest people, least traffic, bluest skies...yada yada yada. If it sux so bad here why'd you leave where you were??? Go home, make my commute easier LOL.

Look back on it
Think "if only.."
I've grabbed it
caught it
made my way around it
that someday today
will be yesterday
and I will think of now
"If only..."
What will I wish I would have done with today
And I do nothing
Time just slips away...

-me

Driving in August...
Anyone who might actually have been reading this over a long period of time will know that my luck with vehicles is horrible during the month of August. Each summer i have a vehicle break down in the worst possible way on the freeway. Each time its a little further from home. So this summer I swore off driving on the freeways. Just to give you some back ground... I bought a Ranger on April 1st this year. Two days after I bought it I had to rock it back and forth to get it to start. A month later the alternator went out. The alternator we replaced it with was bad as well. So 3 alternators and two batteries later I'm plugging this piece of crap into a battery charger everynight because no one can figure out what's wrong with. This will sound lame, but I'm scared to death of taking it to a mechanic. I know a pretty good amount, but not enough to keep me from getting screwed... and I'm a woman. So anyway back to the story.
Last night I was out with a friend driving down a state highway (not one of our major freeways, I thought i was safe). Yes we had an unopened six pack and had planned on sitting out in the moonlight in the desert and drinking it. I realized I was I was seeing the voltage meter dropping and he noticed how dim the headlights had gotten. So I turned around. We made it to opposite side of the junction where the gas station is before it died. We were going to have to push this thing across the goddamn death highway. I was so scared, I told my friend not to push until he couldn't see anything in either directions. People drive 95 million miles an hour down that road because there's nothing out there, no lights, no stores, no cops...nada. Just Pahrump 60 miles away. I was shaking. We made it most the way across before we saw headlights. Boy was he pushing then. We waited two hours for roadside and the "battery boost" didn't do anything. I had to have it towed home. I daisy chained some cables out to the curb and charged the battery again. Now my brakes don't work. It starts, it holds the charge, but I have no brakes. The power is gone from them, it's like when you have the vehicle off and yer pushing a brick. No fucking power. What the hell is that??? August 20th from now on I am staying the fuck home. Last year my truck had already broke by that time so I was enjoying our public transportation system. The prior year 8-20-03 was when the clutch and the tranny went out on the freeway. There's a post in here about that already lol.
Anyway, I'm back and I'll be posting more again.

Holy crap I'm here...

Just a quick one though, I thought this was kind of cool.

Very Well-Rounded You have: 62% SCIENTIFIC INTUITION and 62% EMOTIONAL INTUITION

The graph on the right represents your place in Intuition 2-Space. As you can see, you scored above average on emotional intuition and above average on scientific intuition. (Weirdly, your emotional and scientific intuitions are equally strong.) Your Emotional Intuition score is a measure of how well you understand people, especially their unspoken needs and sympathies. A high score score usually indicates social grace and persuasiveness. A low score usually means you're good at Quake. Your Scientific Intuition score tells you how in tune you are with the world around you; how well you understand your physical and intellectual environment. People with high scores here are apt to succeed in business and, of course, the sciences. Link: The 2-Variable Intuition Test written by jason_bateman on Ok Cupid

Every invention of modern man pales in comparison to plumbing...
When you don't have it anyway. No water. I don't mind not having it when it comes to fun outdoor things like camping. Its a good trade. Not when your stuck in your house with 2 other people who are as unshowered as you. Once again I was a bit jealous of the male species' ability to pee standing up. Damn did that shower feel good though once they fixed the well pump.

I have 70 posts on this. Why am I reluctant to write another? I'm always thinking of topics. Things pass thru my mind all the time but they never make it to the computer. I guess I'll just wait and see if Mike ends up on the cross by the end of the week (he called our boss a bitch to her face, the cajones he has...).

I know its been awhile... I have discovered that blogging can be a dual-edged sword. The mystique behind it that you can bare everything and no one knows you. Why not leave your journal in the waiting room magazine rack? Might be fun. Until someone who knows you is sitting there bored like everyone else. I guess its just made me a little reluctant to write here. I haven't exactly shared any deep dark secrets... stage fright is more like it.