Pardon Me While I Get Up on My Soap Box

We weathered (HA) the Storm of the Century just fine here in Aberdeen.  We didn’t even lose power.  I attribute that to the fact that we spent the entire day before planning for the storm by taking everything out of our basement in preparation for the flooding that might occur if we lost power.  The lights didn’t even flicker.

My heart goes out to those who lost so much in the storm.  Wide spread devastation breaks my heart.  But I have a bone to pick with the national news that has covered the storm.  Devastation was NOT limited to New Jersey and New York.  Parts of Delaware, Maryland and the Eastern Shore of Virginia were deeply affected by this storm.  Entire communities on the Eastern Shore of VA were wiped out.  W-I-P-E-D out.  As in, there no more.  As in gone.  The beach at Assateague Island – gone.  I’m so saddened by this.  That was MY beach.  That was the beach where I took my grandkids.  Where I sat with my sister for hours watching the waves.  Where we walked and picked up sea shells.  Where we could watch the ponies.  It’s gone.  I’m not just talking about a board walk or stores – I mean the BEACH is gone.  Washed away.

The entire island of Chincoteague was under water.  Multiple businesses have been affected.  Saxis?  devastated.  Guard Beach?  Gone.  Nothing but a bar of rocks in Atlantic now.  Thousands of men dedicated to working the water their entire lives have been devastated by this storm – their boats ruined, their fishing gear and crab traps washed to sea.  Elderly were trapped in their homes and were not saved.  And no help from the federal government.  I’m sickened and saddened by what has happened to those close to me.

My family comes from the Eastern Shore of Virginia.  We have a vacation home there.  I have family there.  I have friends there.  And I’m screaming because no one is coming to help them.  But you know what, they are banding together as a community – activating the word through the wonder that is social media, through word of mouth, and through close-knit communities.  They are pulling together to help themselves.  People are donating time, money, equipment, physical labor, clothing, food – you name it, they need it.  And this makes my heart smile.

We Eastern Shormen have always been a hardy bunch.  People have lived on the Eastern Shore of VA since the 1600s.  I know, because I trace my family back that far.  You can’t wipe us out that easily.

It will come back.  Stronger this time.  You can’t put a shoreman down.

And just maybe, when you are contemplating having some oysters on the half shell for your holiday noms, they might be a hell of a lot harder to find this year.  Because the people of the Shore are too busy putting their lives back together by themselves.


Happy “Make Yourself Count” Day

It’s election day again.  This is your chance to go out there and instead of spouting your views to people who probably don’t care what you think, or would rather not listen, actually make them count by VOTING.

I always exercise my right to vote.  I do so knowing full well that no matter who I vote for, my republican husband will more than likely cancel my vote out, but I vote anyway.  There’s always a small tiny chance he’ll see the light.  My mother raised me to believe that you can talk until your blue in the face, but if you don’t go out an vote, what you have said, what you will say, and what you think won’t matter one hill of beans.

So this morning, I took my hill of beans and made them count.

For the record, at this point in the election, I begin to hate all the candidates.  I seriously considered writing in Calvin and Hobbs for my choices because I felt cartoon characters couldn’t do any worse that the clowns running for office.  The ads are annoying.  The 9pm phone calls really tick me off.

And if that fruitcake crackpot Sarah Palin calls me ONE. MORE. TIME. I’m going moosehunting all over her leather clad ass.

So, go…go vote to stop these annoying people from calling me.

Go. Vote.  Now.  Go. 

Go on.

Why are you still here?


10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong (A Repost)

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong (reposting Mitchell Sturges)

01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we have only one religion in America.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Re-post this if you believe love makes a marriage.

When Good Groups Go Bad…or Why I Hate Group Assignments

Look – I know that technically, in the real world, you are “supposed” to have to work with groups in the working world to get projects and assignments accomplished.  But we all know what really happens – one or two poor saps on the project team are stuck with all the work because the other team members are too busy/too incompetent/too busy picking their toes to care, and they know that the work will get done in the end.

I am NOT one of those people who can sit by and let someone else do all the work and then take credit in the end.  Nope, it isn’t in me.  And every single time, I’m the poor schmuk who gets stuck doing everyone else’s work in the group.  It’s because I either have “SUCKER” stamped on my forehead, or I am so anal retentive that people recognize it and realize that I will do the project because NO ONE ELSE CAN DO IT RIGHT. 

I’m used to this where I work.  Happens all the time.  And I’ve come to painfully realize that group work is a required element of graduate school, to train us to become the poor schmuk in the workplace that ends up doing all the work.

This semester, I was assigned to a study group (alphabetically, it seems – blast the fact that my new last name starts with G instead of B!!!  Blast!!!) by my lovely professor.  We are going to be assigned a number of graded group assignments throughout the semester, but this week, our group article study is due. 

Now, we’ve already had one group assignment that was due, and guess who ended up doing the majority of the work?


Yep – Schmuk.  I mean me.

Now, the last assignment, I did at least get a little bit of help from one of the other group mates, but turns out she read the WRONG assignment, and I ended up doing 99% of the grunt work.  Two people in my group barely made ANY contribution at all.  In face, one guy’s only contribution was to ask if our major paper had to be on one topic.  The other girl chimed in and said, “Well, I work, so I can’t make the group meetings, but I’ll try to help out as best as I can.”  And then all we heard from her were crickets.  In fact, I’ve barely seen her post anything to the conferences which serve as our lecture/class room space.

This time, this is a major assignment.  It counts for 10% of our grade.  That’s a big chunk of MY grade that is relying on other people.  The chunk that could mean the difference between and A and a B.  I don’t do Bs.  Not this time around.

So, guess who is sitting here, patiently waiting for the rest of the group to make a contribution to the article critique?

Schmuk.  I mean me.

Sigh.  Look, I know I have to deal with this crap in the workplace.  But quite honestly, I’m not being graded at work.  I mean, I’m being evaluated, sure, but not to the point where my GPA is counting on it.  But its not like I haven’t worked and understand the rah rah team atmosphere.  I do.  I don’t like it there either, but I will get the work done.  I’ll bitch about it, a lot, but I’ll get it done.  And it will be good work, because I’m anal retentive.  Have I mentioned that before?  I think I have. 

But in school, let my grade rely on me.  Just me.  If I get lazy and say “Screw this” then its all on me.  Don’t make me work with three other people who have made zero effort on this project.  I can. not. take. it.

Death to group work.

It’s Not Too Bad As Long As I Don’t Think About It

I had written up this big long post about the anniversary of my sister’s death, but I couldn’t bring myself to post it.

In any event, we miss you Betsy.  Ten years have just flown by.

If you have the chance, do what you can aid in cancer research.  It can be any cancer, I don’t care, but do what you can.

Stand Up To Cancer

Ovarian Cancer Awareness

Colon Cancer Awareness

Choose Hope

Bea is NOT a Team Player

OK, look.  I’m an intelligent woman.  I work hard.  I expect people I have to work with to put in equal the effort I do.  I do not try to pawn my work off on others.  Not even when I’m going to be on vacation.

I have been forced into working on group projects lately, both at school and at work.  And once again, I’m stuck withing doing EVERYTHING.  C’mon people – I’m just as busy as you are.  Why in the heck am I stuck with doing it all?

Cost Saving at La Casa de Pollo

The economy stinks.  There are no ifs, ands or buts about it.   I worry daily for my job, and Mr. G hasn’t had a steady tax contract in over a year (thank goodness for DJ gigs, which bring in about $1,000 a month).

Naturally, as everyone has done, our spending habits have changed in the past few months.  I decided to sit down today and figure out how much we were saving annually with these changes, and I was amazed!


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