July 21, 2005

  • First of all, the Cubs lost one of those games today that
    just………..uggggghhhhh!!! I don’t even want to talk about it, why
    did you ask? It just ended a short while ago, so I’m still freshly
    pissed about it.

    Yesterday, it actually rained. People at work were actually pretty
    excited about it, we opened up the blinds and several of us peered out
    the window watching what has become a rare occurence.  I just feel
    so bad for the farmers whose livelihood depends on the weather. Its
    sad. These people work from sun up to sun down, 7 days a week during
    the summer to take care of their crops, and if it doesn’t rain, they
    get fucked. Something entirely out of their control. Back at my first
    job years and years ago, we did a survey of farmers and the chemicals
    they use on their crops, so I have a good idea of what these people go
    through. I know how much they spend on producing their crops. I know
    how much time, money and effort they put into it, and its a damn shame
    that the lack of rain is ruining their lives. And, that might sound
    like an overstatement at first, but think about it. This is how they
    make money. They don’t work jobs. Their wives, they pretty much don’t
    wok jobs either, they stay at home and help with the farm. Same with
    the kids once they are over the age of about 10. And some of these
    farmers don’t ever stop, working until they are 80 or in some cases,
    until they die. Now, I know a lot of people bitch about their lawns
    being dry and grass being dead because of the drought, but the grass
    you earn is not dependent on the grass in your yard. And, I have heard
    other short-minded and selfish people say “well, tough shit for the
    farmers, they are the ones that decided to be farmers.” Well, somebody
    has to be a farmer. And in many cases, these are family owned farms.
    Their fathers ran the same farm, as did their grandpa. And while these
    same ignorant people are eating their corn on the cob with their steak,
    they don’t stop to realize it got their because some farmer put it
    there. Now, I think I have sounded like John Mellancamp for long
    enough, but consider giving money during Farm Aid this year.

    I went to get my driver’s license renewed today. I was telling somebody
    at work that I was planning on going today about 11 and he thought I
    was nuts, that I should get there early because it was packed. To be
    honest, it couldn’t be any easier. My days of being pissed off and
    bitter at the DMV just might be over. They were, dare I say,
    convenient.  I used to say that  government offices do
    everything possibel to inconvenience you, they sure have come a long
    way from the time when I waited in line for an hour only to have them
    deny me a license because my signature on my social security card
    didn’t match what I had just signed for them or from the time I showed
    up with a birth certificate, social security card and a piece of mail
    with my name and address on it and they said I needed more
    identification. Or the time when I had them there at my birth only to
    have them tell me they weren’t sure it was me so they couldn’t issue me
    a state id. Anywho, not only was there not a lot of people there, but
    they really handled things in an efficient manner that actually, get
    this, MAKES SENSE!!!! As expected, though, there were a few teens there
    getting their driver’s licenses. There was this one girl there that had
    on some short, very thin white skirt. This shit was so thin, it could
    have been confused for toilet paper………….the 2 ply kind of
    course. If I was straight, I would have been really into her, instead I
    just stood in line checking out a hot guy that was there.

Comments (1)

  • Ohhh I hate having to go to the tag agency for ANYTHING! OK I hate taking care of any type of business but getting you license has got to be the two worst things ever. It is sad too because I always thought that I was pretty good at entertaining myself

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