Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Things Annoying Me These Days...

Yesterday as I waiting in the doctor's office for over an hour - before even being seen! - these few additional tidbits came to mind:
  1. TV and print-ads for cat food that make it appear delicious. Uh hello, ad-execs, I'm not the one eating it! Don't make it look appetizing to me, that's just gross.
  2. Spaetzle. I have NO idea why this side dish is trendy. I mean who really prefers fucking spaetzle over say a baked potato or a side of pasta anyways? I don't want to know you.
  3. Bitches at their respective workplaces. I'm pretty sure you're paid to do your job and be nice about it. At least I am, or do a good job pretending to be.

Thank you. I feel much better getting that out. :)

Thursday, January 08, 2009


Ok so I've been mulling over this post for a couple days, trying to come up with an intro, but I simply cannot. I'll just come right out and say it: my 17 month old son is a buger-eater. It's just about the grossest thing I've seen from him. Not much grosses me out when it comes to Bennett. I have cleaned up his puke, spit-up, poop, pee, snot, spit, half-chewed food - you name it - and all without so much as a gag. This buger eating though? This, I cannot handle.

He started putting his finger in his nose a couple of months ago, and I have to admit, I found it kinda cute. Him sitting there with his finger up to the first knuckle, looking oh so proud of himself as if to say, "Look Mama what I can do. I'm awesome." Bennett has always been good about letting us wipe his nose and blowing his nose. It's been in the past that when he feels like he has bugers he just okie-blows until they come out far enough to be retrieved. But just this week he's been exhibiting this latest frightening behavior. He'll pick his nose and the second his finger is out - it goes right in the mouth.

We are exploring numerous ways with which to deal from ignoring it, to setting an example (Look how Mama puts her buger in the tissue!!), to shaming him into realizing just how repulsive this habit is. Everyone has an opinion - and don't they the second you have a child?! But I would love to hear any tips from you if you've had similar experiences. Adam says he only does it when I'm around, which I'm not sure I truly believe. But then again, lately it seems Bennett has been saving most of his unfavorable behavior for when I'm home for lunch and right when I get home from work. My working-mom guilt tells me it's all because he feels terribly abandoned by his wretch of a mother who leaves all the time. Toddlers don't understand about bringing home the bacon, I realize.

I just pray this buger-eating is a short-lived phase and my kid doesn't turn out to be that kid in preschool... let alone high school. *shudder*

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Hi. My name is dre, and I'm addicted to the evil known as Starbucks.

In Denis Leary's new book Why We Suck... he states that Starbucks may be responsible for the "pussification" of America. I believe I am living proof.

I resisted the Starbucks craze for a very long time, only to become obsessed in recent months. Let me say that I LOVE COFFEE. I love the way it smells, the way it tastes with cream and a little sugar, the way it makes me feel. I even love to drink hot coffee in the summertime. I love to order a good cup of coffee with dessert at schmancy restaurants. (Well, I used to. When I went out to schmancy restaurants that is.) When I first started going to Starbucks I didn't know what the hell to order. I don't like overly sweet drinks, so all that Mocha-Frappa-Macha-cino shit was out. For a long time, I just ordered coffee. The barista would look at me like, "Really? All this shit up on the board behind me and you just want a cup of coffee? OK whatever, loser." And I was fine with that.

That started to get old, and I began to wonder what the hype was all about. Surely not just plain ol' coffee. I just know there's a whole world of yummy coffee drinks waiting for me... so I started ordering non-fat Vanilla lattes. Those lasted awhile, but I soon grew bored. Sure they were easy to order and made me feel less intimidated about the huge menu of unknown possibilities - which also made me less self-conscience about being a total Starbucks newbie - but it didn't feel like I had quite found my drink.

Then my friend Dawn said, "You GOTTA try the Cinnamon Dolce lattes!" I was all too eager. I should have known it was the beginning of me falling down the slippery slope to a full-blown Starbucks addiction, but I ignored the warning signs and began ordering them. They were too sweet for me though. One day I got brave and asked the barista, "Is there a way to make it not so sweet?" To which she replied, "Oh sure!! So that's a tall! Cinnamon Dolce latte! with non-fat milk! - only 2 pumps!!" (Note the excessive exclamation points. No really, that's how they talk. I am convinced that every Starbucks barista loves his/her job and that there is nothing he/she would rather be doing than helping me.) Needless to say this whole custom-order thing was very thrilling, and soon I was drunk with power.

After the excitement of the Cinnamon Dolce lattes wore off, and I grew tired of constantly turning down the sprinkles! and the whipped cream!! that went along with ordering them, I decided - at last - it was time to find my drink. Fast forward to today. (Mostly because I need to wrap up this ridiculous and embarrassingly lengthy post about Starbucks for fuck's sake!) Ya wanna know what I order now??

A tall, double Vanilla breve latte. One pump. Extra hot.

How did it come to this? When will it end? I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to break the addiction honestly. I am so ashamed.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Welcome Back

Those of you who used to read this (Hi Dawn! Hi Cindi!) may be happy to know that I've decided to make an effort to blog more often than once a year. How sad am I?

Well, a LOT has happened since April 2007. For starters, I gave birth. I can't believe I ever thought I wouldn't. I cannot imagine our lives without little Bennett. He is the most amazing being I've ever seen. He's beautiful, funny, feisty, smart and I want to spend every moment touching his soft skin and smelling his sweet breath.

Pregnancy ruled. Never have I felt so strong, energetic, beautiful... mighty! Labor, on the other hand, well let's just say to "labor" is putting it mildly. Would I do it again? YOU BET. However, I'm not sure if I'm ready to add to the current state of chaos and insanity that rules our life. Adam and I do have what I refer to as "the Crazy Talk" from time to time, and I have to admit, I'm torn. Part of me thinks having another demon seed at this point (Bennett is almost 16 mos) would be crazy, but the other part of me says, What the fuck!? We're already broke and tired. It's complicated financially, logistically and really from all angles. But isn't everything?

Monday, April 16, 2007

MIRNA (of the Amazing Race) MUST DIE! She has got to be THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON EVER! I simply cannot express to you just how much she bugs me. I hate looking at her and even more than that - I hate listening to her. I honestly had to mute the TV when she was speaking last night. Why not just change the channel, or better yet, turn off the TV you ask? C'mon let's not get crazy now...

Why does she have to speak in that LAME accent when she's talking to other people who live in let's say Malaysia, or Poland? I really don't know how much more I can take. If I were on that show I'm sure I would have punched her out by now. I wonder if the contestants have to sign something vowing that they will not resort to physical violence. I would have to seriously ponder the worth of the million dollar prize versus the joy of feeling my wrist smash into her fughly face. I can't really tell you which would be more satisfying.

Please oh please let next week be an elimination week and for God's sake please let Charla and her intolerable partner Mirna be the ones to GO!

(Yes, I'm 24 weeks pregnant, hormonal as hell and in desperate need of beer!)

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Overheard the other morning...

"Hey, your mom dropped off a shitload of broccoli. We really have a lot."

"Yeah, I should make some soup. Would you eat cream of broccoli?"

"I'd eat cream of TOENAIL!"

... I guess it's time I made some soup.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Holy slacker. I totally suck at blogging. It's not as if there hasn't been a million exciting things happening in my life... I mean I am PREGNANT and have been for 17 weeks now. I'm just lazy and hate being on the computer when I'm not at work, and work has been pissing me off. Don't they realize that by me having to do ACTUAL work it severly limits the amount of personal shit I can get done on the computer in an 8-hour day? I mean, really.

So, yes, we're PREG and loving it. I've been pretty lucky and have been feeling great. We heard the baby's heartbeat on Feb 1st and that was amazing. I'm due Aug 4th and I'm really looking forward to a summer filled with moo-moos, as many of my friends' pools that will have me and of course the river. If only I could have some beers... This will be the first summer I am not a prisoner of the fucking 72 degree cubicle. PRAISE JAH!

Well, that's all the blog I can muster. I am alive and I fully accept that I have no business actually possessing this blog. Except it's free and ya that's it.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Ruby and Ben

This past week has been tough. The tragic passing of another beautiful soul has been weighing on my mind. I don't like death. And like other things I cannot wrap my brain around - space, mathematics and taxes - I simply don't want anything to do with it.

Ruby's death re-opened the wound of Ben's death from last year and I haven't stopped thinking about either one of them. They were both beautiful souls who never knew how much they were worth. Somewhere along the way they lost the self-love and strength needed to get through just one more shitty day. I can't tell you how sad I am that these two made the terrible decision to end their own lives. They are loved and missed everyday by so many.

Death is hard enough to process, but suicide completely disrupts the natural order of things. Many people believe it is the most selfish act a person can make. I, on the other hand, refuse to believe that. I have to believe that people who take their own life do so because they feel it's their only choice, and that they are backed up so far into a corner that this is the only way to find the peace they so desperately need. That's the only way I can imagine someone doing that to themselves... and to the people they leave behind. The hard part for those left behind is going their entire lives never getting answers to so many of their questions.

I hope there can be some good to come from these two tragedies. Ruby's memorial service was beautiful and there were so many good messages to be heard. I hope everyone knows just how important they are in this world. No matter how fucked up your life seems, or how deeply drugs and alcohol have a hold of you - please get help and get well. YOU ARE WORTH SO MUCH!!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Fucking Insomnia

I don't know what's up, but I simply cannot get a good night's sleep lately. When by the grace of Jah I do, I am awoken by the smallest of noises. Well, let me clarify. The smallest of noises usually aren't so small.

Take Wednesday morning for instance. 5:00 am-ish. What I like to call the Golden Hour of Sleep. It's when our room is the coolest, the covers are the coziest and my lover is the furthest away. (meaning I can enjoy my fav position: sprawled out) I'm snoozing away, after a terrible night of not being able to fall asleep due to: a) what seems like the longest season of softball ever (I do love playing, I would play everyday if I could, but it jacks me up so much!) and b) due to the fact that all this shit was going through my head while I couldn't sleep like Christina Aguilera and her new song (oh God why? kill me now) and more softball crap (plays I made, plays I didn't make, plays others made, etc.) when I was suddenly jarred awake by the damn garbage truck. I swear that thing sounded like it was collecting the fucking garbage from my room! I turned over, only to find myself face-to-face with Mr. Stihl himself - revving up for a day of sawing!! Now, I love my lover more than anything, but if there's ONE thing that drives me crazy - it's fucking snoring in my face. YAY!! I'll just get up and get ready for work.

Needless to say, lately I've been feeling more and more like I'm going nuts. So I went to the doctor. She offered me crazy pills (not sure if I'm quite there yet) and magic pills (accepted!) It's 8:30 pm and I cannot WAIT to ride the bullet-train to zzzzzzzzzzzzville.

Good night, sleep tight.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Holy uninspired. I do apologize, although I am not sure to whom I am apologizing. I honestly do not think I have an "audience". Lots of things have been going on this summer, I'm not sure why I haven't posted in oh so long. One reason is that the only time I have to post is at work, and I am a bit paranoid about doing that since we've all recently had to sign our lives - essentially our jobs - away , stating that we understand that using the internet for non-work related purposes is a VIOLATION! and could cause us to lose our job. And since one of us at home needs to have gainful employment, I should cease this post immediately.

I do love you all, and I am collecting material in my head, at my own pace, for your reading enjoyment. Thanks for your patience. Love to you all, dre

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

"I love a martini - but two at the most. Three, I'm under the table; four, I'm under the host".

- Dorothy Parker

Friday, February 10, 2006

Before you speak, ask yourself, is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?

- Sai Baba

Monday, January 16, 2006

Brokeback Mountain

This weekend I saw Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain - or as Adam calls it - "Bareback Mountain". In all seriousness, I am very glad this movie was made. There has been quite a lot of buzz in regards to the film's homosexual storyline. This film goes so far beyond mere homosexuality, to get hung up on that issue is just plain ignorant. This movie truly transcends all stereotypes. The world simply isn't black and white. It's important not to try and put every little thing into its own box and label it. This truly is an amazing film and one of the most beautiful love stories.

The scenery is absolutely fucking breathtaking, and there are lessons to be learned. You cannot stop your heart. You cannot persuade it to feel something it won't. To do so is to sell yourself short and to deny yourself something that no god should: love. We should all be able to live the lives we want to live - the lives we need to live - without fear of judgment or persecution. Each of our lives are far too precious and much too short. It tears me up to think that there are so many people who do not - who cannot - be true to themselves. I can think of no greater injustice!

Please go see this powerful movie, but most importantly, live and let live.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Know what really annoys me? Bitches in their oversized SUV's, parking wherever and however they feel like. Don't make me pull you out the car!

Happy 2006

2006 is here... and with a new year comes all those damn resolutions. Every year my list seems to be getting longer and longer. What used to be, "Lose 10 lbs" is now, "Lose 50, you fucking fat-ass!" I gotta do it. I just cannot get any larger. I have definitely exceeded any and every maximum I've ever put in place for myself. If I were to get pregnant - good god - I don't want to think about how wide and flat my ass would get. I've heard girls say that they actually will forget to eat. How the hell can you forget to eat!?!? I awake in the morning and my first thought plans out every meal and every possible snack for the day. I literally fantasize about what yummy dinner and what scrumptious dessert I will make - then devour. I know, I know that's really bad. So if you see me, and I'm grumpy, you'll know why. I'm going through cheese and alcohol withdrawals. Watch out.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Ho Ho Ho!

Normally I would be Scrooge McDuck this time of year. This year, however, I am all warm and fuzzy inside and I can't really figure out why. It could be that my sad, little prunes for ovaries are squeezing out every last egg possible, (hopefully) preparing me for all of the Christmas crap I will have to endure once we have children. I've sent out our cards, finished all of my shopping and - are you sitting down? - we even have a tree this year!! Adam and I have lived together for about four years now, and this is our first tree. Granted we cursed at each other during most of the trimming, but alas, it is quite beautiful, and I love being home in our warm, glowing living room.

There are still a few things I cannot stand about this time of year though. I will list them for you now to prove that I have not yet gone soft.

  1. People cannot drive for shit. It's like you've removed all of the stop signs and are driving blindfolded. Turn your fucking headlights on and watch the road.
  2. Christmas music. 99% of it sucks ass. While shopping, it infiltrates my brain. When I catch myself singing or humming along to the jingles in the store, I want to stab myself, and sometimes even those around me.
  3. Christmas sweaters, vests, earrings, etc. I don't think I have to elaborate on this one. It's just annoying. (Note: decorative lapel pins and socks are ok)

No, but seriously, I really do feel blessed, and I know that I truly have nothing to complain about in life. I love my husband, I have a wonderfully supportive family and friends that are out of this world. I've traveled to numerous countries, never been hungry and have never been without. So if the same goes for you, why not give something to those less fortunate?

I hope all of you enjoy a healthy, peaceful & joyous holiday with your loved ones... Here's to a kick-ass 2006!

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I *heart* Green Day

I believe them to be the most kick-ass band around. For me to tell you that I love them would be the understatement of the year. My sister and I saw them Sept 24th at SBC Park in SF - it was fucking awesome! A sold-out crowd of 40,000+ and we were 20 yds from the stage! Wake Me Up When September Ends?... No thank you! This is a dream I never want to awake from! Thanks, Josie, for such a fun night - you truly are the BEST!!

I tried like HELL to get tix for the Warfield show Oct 13th, with no luck. That, my friends, is the disappointment of a LIFETIME. Can't talk about it right now.

I am very thankful, though, for the memories I have from the numerous times I have seen them in the past 16 years. I have loved them for more than half of my life. I have seen them many, many times at the old Cotati Cabaret and at the old Phoenix Theatre in Petaluma - before I was even old enough to drive. I remember at one show in Cotati, my best girlfriend, Amy, was in love with Billie Joe. She was too shy to talk to him, so I walked up to him after the show. He talked, I blushed and gushed. I remember she got so mad at me! Back in 1997, another girlfriend, Cristina, and I saw them at the Fillmore in SF. We were all charged up after spending the evening drinking beer and getting pierced (I'll never tell...). We dropped into The Boom Boom Room, owned by the late great Blues legend John Lee Hooker, and who do we see sitting at the bar sipping a brew? Tre Cool! I walked up to him and asked for his autograph. Neither one of us had a piece of paper, so I pulled out a $5 bill. He was reluctant to sign on the bill, asking if I had anything smaller. He finally signed and slapped a Nimrod sticker over Lincoln's face. I proudly tucked the memento away and eventually gave it to my sister. (Hey, Josie, do ya still have that!?)

It's been one month since the concert at SBC and I've been thinking this entire time about what I could write that would accurately describe the emotion and ecstasy we experienced that night at SBC. There simply are no words - none in my limited vocabulary anyway. I am simply reduced to a giddy, lustful teenager whenever I see and/or hear them. Long live Green Day. Yes, I am a dork.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Be Real

Seems easy, right? I have discovered that simply being real is one of the most difficult things for many people to pull off nowadays. Let's just stop all of the bullshit, please. From fake flowers made to look real by sitting in water, to people who continue day in and day out to live a total lie. Quit being cowards! Life is too short to pretend to be something you're not. Plus, you're not fooling anyone.

For this reason, I appreciate my husband very much. He is the most real person I know. For real. There's just no bullshit with Adam, I love that... and I love him.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

I think venues should NOT be able to prohibit people from bringing in plastic water bottles. This is an extreme violation of my civil liberties! Now how am I supposed to get bent this Saturday at SBC!?

Sunday, September 11, 2005


Today is 9/11. I awoke today thinking back to that awful morning four years ago. I didn't have TV, so my first knowledge was listening to morning radio while getting ready for work. I recall being so utterly baffled, and not fully comprehending what it was I was hearing. What do they mean the second tower has fallen!? I remember myself, and my co-workers, huddled around the office radio, not believing our ears. It's when I went home to my mom's for lunch, and watched the horror on TV, did I understand what was happening. I am still haunted by visions of people jumping from 80 stories high. I cannot imagine the chaos, fear and emotion surrounding those who experienced that awful tragedy. I feel that every single American was affected by the events of 9/11. For every tear I shed, however, I also felt extreme joy and gratitude for the bountiful blessings I experience everyday in my life. I realized how important it is to remember to love my family and friends a little better, and to make sure they know just how much they mean to me. I learned how important it is to give something back to my fellow man, and to make sure that I leave this world a little better than I found it - no matter how insignificant my gestures may seem in the grand scheme of things. This is all we can do. To Michael Jackson's credit, he hit the nail on the head when he said to start with the "man in the mirror". The world will not be a better place solely because of one human's efforts. It's what each of us do on a personal level, affecting our immediate circles, that will ultimately have the largest impact globally. You simply never know what hand life will deal you next. No one is safe from tragedy or disaster.

As I sit here, reflecting, I do not like the spot America is in. I am furious at our leader. I feel like he has lied to me, and continues to lie to me everytime he speaks. I believe he has used the tragedy of 9/11 to feed his ego, and he's abused his power to get get us into this war. I don't believe his true agenda has anything to do with 9/11, terrorism or our thinly veiled attempt to bring freedom and democracy to the people of Iraq. Who is he kidding anyway? Their civilization has existed this way for thousands of years. I believe that all he wants is oil. And it MAKES ME SICK knowing young men and women are DYING for it. It MAKES ME SICK knowing there are numerous social problems that desperately need to be addressed right here in the good ol' US of A - and they simply are not.

Our former First Lady, Barbara Bush, was discussing, last week, that she heard people were so impressed with Texas' hospitality in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. She then added, "And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this - this is working very well for them." WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!? and WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? If there is one thing I know in my heart of hearts, is that the devastation of Hurricane Katrina isn't working out very well for anyone.

I am thoroughly disgusted with the Bush Family. Their "golden boy" is certainly on the fast-track, proving himself to be the least humanitarian president this nation has ever seen. And I am so sorry that the Bush Family matriarch is such a fucking ignorant piece of shit that she could utter such a statement. I am scared that George W will finish out the remainder of this term with an attitude of a man who has nothing to lose. I have a feeling of hopelessness, a lack of faith, in our next leader, whoever he may be. I mean, he's already got his work cut out for him, don't ya think!?

Now - MORE THAN EVER - humans need to share their loving kindness, compassion and generosity with one another. We must stop simply looking out for ourselves and our own, but look toward every human as a member of our own family. We must take the time to enjoy what's most important in our lives, so that we never have to live with regret. On this anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy, I will turn off the TV, as to not be saturated with media images - and I will spend my day telling those I love how much they mean to me. I will continue to make decisions that better my community and beautify my surroundings. I do this with the hope that each and every one of you do the same. Maybe our children will enjoy a more peaceful world. Love to you all...

Friday, August 26, 2005

Look at them girls in the Daisy Dukes!

Yes, that's right. Last night I went to the "Scum-set" for the first (and hopefully last) Daisy Duke contest. Wow, where do I begin? I have to tell you, when I drove by last week and saw the marquis, I sure was excited. What was I thinking!? Did I actually believe I would see any ass remotely resembling that of Jessica Simpson's? No, but I at least was hoping for one or two ass-clapping apple bottoms. There was no ass-clapping. Ass-FLAPPING? Yes, and there is a difference.

So I pay my $3 cover, entering into a world of bad Toby Keith songs where the air is heavy with the stench of cheesy aftershave. I think it's called Eau de Pathetic. I immediately head to the bar and order a draft beer - in a PLASTIC pint glass, er cup. Now, this contest was advertised to be starting at 9:00 pm, with all of the contestants arriving by 7:30. Well, it wasn't until a couple of beers later at 10:30 when the real action started. In the meantime the "Daisies" kept busy by freaking each other on the dance floor. At times there were 5 or 6 of them, at other times, one lone Daisy commanded the floor. Picture, if you will, rail-thin-crank-beauty-queens living out their dream, pretending to be strippers, all the while flaps of meat curtains and ass hanging out the bottom of their cut-off shorts. Man, it was ugly - and yet oh so hilarious! To top it off there were owners of a few of Ukiah's more prominent businesses drooling over themselves, sitting back in their chairs like kingpin living out their dreams of spending endless hours at stripjoints. I mean why weren't they home with their wives!? (Oh wait, where was my husband? Yeah right.)

I am being too cynical, because really, I had a GREAT time. I laughed my ass off, enjoyed witnessing others make fools of themselves - plus I won a free shot for going up on stage and answering a trivia question. YEEE-HAAAW!! So thank you, Kimberly, for driving and for being such good sport. And thank you, Christopher, for sharing in the debauchery.

A friggin' Daisy Duke contest and NOT ONE decent ass. This is the paradox that defines Ukiah's nightlife.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Help. This cubicle is sucking my brain dry. I am sitting here, staring out over the westside hills, listening to - are ya ready for this shit!? - Ray Parker Jr's Ghostbusters on the radio, looking for any blunt object with which to stab myself. Visions of ice cold beer, cool water, warm sand and hot skin dancing in my head. I tell ya, a constant 72 degrees is no way to spend your summer days. You combine that with the fact that I have to talk to an unlimited number of morons each day and it's a lethal combo.

"Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge. I'm tryin' not to lose my head. he-he he he..."

Friday, July 22, 2005

Cherry-poppin' Fun

Here it is... the very first one. I know nothing of the world of blogging. Only that I have a LOT to say, and this seems like a good place to start. It's better than writing in a journal and risking my husband finding it! My husband can barely turn on our computer. When I talk about our computer his normal reply is, "Why did we get that thing anyway?". This is a man who is proud of his Country/Western cassette tape collection and was thrilled when he purchased a truck a few years ago that had a tape player! He is a dork - but oh what a total hottie. Lips that don't quit I tell ya!

I have a friend who blogs, but you will see that his blogs are mostly about world adventures and endless travel. I live in a small NorCal town. And while my life is good, there seems to be no more endless travel in my immediate future. Damn my 8-5 personal hell!

My girlfriend turned me onto - and this is the true inspiration for wanting to blog/rant/host my own bitch-fest 2005. If you've never read, stop reading this instant and go! She is hilarious, charming, intelligent and I am a ADDICT! Long live Heather Armstrong!!!

I should start by saying that I like to curse. I'm a bad girl, a freak and I will not be censored! So with that said... Can anyone tell me the logic behind issuing those dumb-ass super saver cards from grocery stores? They'll give one to ANYONE, so what's so special about 'em? Why not just lower your fucking prices and be done with it!?