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Vanity numbers blow…

Dmodegirl — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 20:46:36 +0000

*Edit* I found fix for this so thanks. In this day and age of Blackberry’s and other qwerty phones when will businesses realize that having a vanity number like 111-SAVE or similar are useless. Do you know how damn sad it is that I have to call GOOG-411 on speed dial to find out what your damn number is when your website shows the same damn thing? Seriously, if I call the number like you list it I don’t get your company at because my phone is better than your average phone? For pete’s sake people get with the times and stop thinking you’re really cute and savvy, you’re pissing off people and losing business because I’m jumping though hoops to get your number if you’re not able to supply your last 4 digits. I will gladly take my business elsewhere that I can easily get access to their number in case I need directions or store hours.

I know I’m not alone in this pesky dilemna but I wish someone would find a quick fix for it or companies just include the damn info on their cards and site.

What happened to calling it a bob?

Dmodegirl — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 05:48:27 +0000

Okay I don’t know why the sudden change with the same haircut I’ve been getting for years but this is eff’ing ridiculous! Since when do people call a short bob that is stacked or layered in the back a reverse mullet? Are you people high or like associating yourselves with the lamest of hairstyles? The last I checked it’s a bob haircut that’s been around since like the 60’s when it was considered “pixie’ish” to get a cute sassy bob since long hair and curls was the in thing back then. Now we go from getting a cute n sassy bob to an effing reverse mullet? Take your reverse mullet inbred wearing ass back to your part of the country and here in the Southwest we’ll keep our sassy bobs!

I’m sorry but I have issues with the intelligence of a woman who proclaims she has a reverse mullet when indeed all she has a bob. Seriously ladies what happened to women to want to attach themselves with any involving the word mullet? I pity the stylist who ever calls my stacked bob a reverse mullet because I will leave her station in a heartbeat for her lack of tact, and don’t even expect a tip. Reverse mullet my ass!

Swines are everywhere these days…

Dmodegirl — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 03:26:16 +0000

Seems that everyone is having issues with swines these days and yes I mean literally swines as well as sows in human form. Swines on the tv, radio and even on the phone with friends. What is this world coming too?

Here in AZ we officially have our first Swine flu case and I just found out that Moon Mountain Elementary near Metro Center area is closed due to someone testing positive. I’m wondering if I should bust out with my Hello Kitty mask I bought for when I mix resins or just keep washing my hands. It doesn’t help I work in a huge building with 100’s of people who aren’t the cleanest lot around.

Then if the four legged variety wasn’t enough we got a call from a friend yesterday and confirmed for the last several years the two legged swine asks about my hubby everytime. But some how the sow has it in her head that he cares or something. That’s right Mr. D, who thinks you’re off your rocker big time confirmed it. How many more people do you have to cry too? You’re what, 36 now? It’s time to be the wife you profess to be and leave the past that left you long ago alone already.

Don’t come into contact with any swiney sow essence…

Before you get too excited

Dmodegirl — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 01:46:44 +0000

Before you go jumping to your delusional assumptions, it was purely a mistake. I was trying to see if I could block your email address in FB and I accidently clicked it again and it sent you an invite. Had my thumb not been in a brace it probably wouldn’t have happened. Hopefully you won’t get the invite seeing as though you’ve blocked my FB account. Either way don’t make yourself feel special over it because special is something you’re definitely not!

Seriously? Are you stuck in high school?

Dmodegirl — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:18:25 +0000

I’m sorry folks I just can’t stop laughing at how this reminds me all to much of those high school days. You remember the spastic girl in school who whenever someone pissed her off she would run to all her friends and make them choose between her and the sworn enemy of the moment. Well it seems little miss issues had to call another friend and go ape shit on him over something he wasn’t even aware of. Seriously, do adults still play these little games after 30’s? It’s amazing at how clueless she is that none of really care to talk about her, the only reason we found out was because our friend called and wanted to know how he was thrown into this mess since apparently our not so friendly spaz couldn’t control herself long enough to get a complete sentence out. That’s all fine good, keep calling the mutual friends and acting like a raving mad lunatic it verifies what we’ve all known for years.

Oh and before I leave this post I have one thing to say, Shame on you! How sad does one have to be to invent a story about losing 2 babies? If this is true then you lied to everyone in town you said you couldn’t have children due to a medical issue. Or did you lie to jab home your twisted tale of woe in a political debate you were obviously losing as usual? Oh and when did you little miss “I’m a Wiccan now” become such the devout Christian? Amazing how you toss your faith towards the direction you think it works best in your arguement. Like you once said to me “just because you were brought up Christian doesn’t make you one”.

Wonder how many times you’ll come to visit this post? Keep it up, it makes for a great a comedy satire!

Validate this!

Dmodegirl — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 04:52:48 +0000

Someone thought they could call me out on my previous post by decreeing I was picking on a long gone exgirlfriend. How is one picking on someone by not tolerating the spread of lies? I can honestly say they’re lies because I have proof and witnesses to these lies yet here I am being called out for sticking up for myself against two people who honestly don’t know even know me like they proclaim to. Just because you know of someone doesn’t mean you know them, know what I mean? And if you think this about you then it either is or you have a guilty conscience, take your pick seeing that I name no names. Besides, neither of have you reason to be here other than you need acknowledgement in your lives for whatever reason.

Why should I have one ounce of respect for a person who has done the following to me:

Grab my ass for whatever reason when she was drunk. I’m guessing there was a twisted reason behind it.
Tell others I was her best friend since Kindergarten. I barely met the girl in my twenties and we were never best friends.
Tell others that I, her so called best friend, stole her fiancé who was a boyfriend of 2 months when she was 19. I met him years later.
Call his answering machine when she knew we barely got home from clubbing in hopes I’d leave him. Nice try.
Call our answering maching once we moved in and talk crap.
Call the apartment and talk crap to me when he wasn’t home.
Tell people we were stalking her. She only mentioned one restaurant when I confronted her about it and funny it was a place I never stepped foot in, still haven’t. Funny I didn’t have a car back then so how did I follow her.
Play mind games with our friends who she made sure were her friends too in time. True friends knew her game and caught on quickly. She has a bad habit of making friends choose and for the few that went I’m glad because a real friend doesn’t play those silly games.
Inform complete stangers of her whole made up story while drunk at clubs so they would side with her and confront me. Funny how quickly she backed down when I informed these people of the truth and told her to take her best shot. I never had someone so quick to practically worship me in fear as she did that night, it was pathetic to see a girl so lost and drunk. Now she throws her punches through others long distance because in person she can’t deal with the truth when confronted.
Talk crap about my little sister who had no idea who the girl calling her a slut was. She might remember that night when he told her off for good and said to stay away. She’s lucky he did the talking because you don’t mess with little sisters regardless if they’re bigger than you.
Talk crap about me with people I know online. Honestly did you think they wouldn’t say anything?
Constantly attempts to keep tabs on the two us. Don’t you know our mutual friends are sick of your antics and how you casually always seem to ask about us? Get a grip already, damn!
Convince a mutual friend who video taped our wedding to let her see it. How many boundaries can a person cross? Did she really think she was cute seeing our video before we did? Need I say how tacky that is do that to a bride?

There are more things I could add that she has done to me or the both of us but you get the jist of it I’m sure.

So I ask you, why the hell do I have to validate anything? How the hell am I picking on her when the worst I’ve done to her was wear jeans after I said I would wear a dress. In the barely good times between us who the hell did her boyfriend, now husband, call when she was so screwed up on drugs and alcohol that she thought she was in the tub with me. Yeah, he called me because he knew I would walk her through that moment since he was worried and she was insisting I was there with her. But she tossed our ounce of friendship out the window because she for whatever reason cannot cope with him being with anyone else. I thank God I never had my hair chopped off like she did to another girl he dated, but yet I’m the one picking on her, gotta love it folks.

If you’re worried about what I wrote about then get a real life and go take a walk with your family, it’s a more contructive solution to your blood pressure and your worried little mind. And for love of everything sacred stop keep track of every person you don’t like, it’s not healthy at all or productive for you and causes deeper resentment every time you turn the page.

15 seconds of fame

Dmodegirl — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 06:47:21 +0000

That’s right, 15 seconds of Facebook fame and this post is all you got! This post is dedicated to a lunatic who has waited for oh so long to get the attention from him that she has been craving to get and for what. How sad is it that her life is so unfulfilled she had to come between 2 friends. Hmm, guess the friends weren’t such good friends after all. Either way your 15 seconds of Facebook fullfillment has come and gone and because you’re so obsessed at being a victim you didn’t even realize it was a joke he made to his friend and you turned to your inner psychotic victim mentality and showed us all your true colors. Luckily I always knew what you were and still are so I’m not phased in the least by your pathetic song and dance. Do us all a favor and go take your meds already. You’re a sad little girl trying to recapture something that never was…

Neighbors from hell!

Dmodegirl — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:27:35 +0000

Okay we’ve lived in our house for about 10yrs and it’s always been a nice, quiet neighborhood until the people across the street moved in. Imagine if you will the ‘Jerry Springer’ type of neighbors, well that’s what we have to deal with now. Their loud mouth, trash talkin’, playin’ pool in the living room while drinking and hollering about what they want to a girl named Amy. Who’s Amy? Don’t know, don’t really care but I wish she would cram a ball down their throat from their damn pool table I can hear from my own living room!

Life sucks when you live mortage free and have 2 truck payments and 2 sets of student loans to payoff, there’s no up and moving without having to pay more for a new house. I guess I’ll just continue to pray they leave or something but I doubt it since they inherited the house.

Maybe in 3yrs when trucks are paid we’ll leave if they’re still acting like they do, le sigh…