They're Playing Our Song!!!!

We are a great group of ladies aren't we? We have many differences, but I think what keeps us together is our similarities. We are all strong, successful, independent and last but not least, fun.
Yeah, we are a barrel of laughs.
But I keep thinking, you know, we're missing something. A little voice kept nagging me (no it wasn't my mother) saying Eileen, what's missing?
You know what it is? Quite simply, a song.
The Anger Management Girls need a song.
A few of you had different suggestions. But I think Mrs. Depp came up with the best suggestion.

So ladies, click on the link below the hear "OUR SONG"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD5sahXoj0U&feature=email

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

I'd rather be at home with ray

I ain't got seventy days

Cause there's nothing

There's nothing you can teach me

That I can't learn from Mr Hathaway

I didn't get a lot in class

But I know it don't come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no

'Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

The man said 'why do you think you here'

I said 'I got no idea

I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby

so I always keep a bottle near'

He said 'I just think your depressed,

this me, yeah baby, and the rest'

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black

but when I come back you'll know know know

I don't ever wanna drink again

I just ooh I just need a friend

I'm not gonna spend ten weeks

have everyone think I'm on the mend

It's not just my pride

It's just 'til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'no, no, no'

Yes I've been black

but when I come back you'll know know know

I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't go go go

So there you have it girls. OUR SONG!

I think it's pretty appropriate. Do ya think at some point in all our lives we could have used rehab?

Just askin.

You know this is all "tongue in cheek." Got to laugh. I just love the song though.

We will be ready next time we go to Karaoke at Bob's Garage

Not to change the subject but, I talked to Brose last night and we decided we need a Mojita Night.

Woo Hoo.

We decided it's going to be Thursday, April 17.

Mark your calendars.

Wow, did I have a strange, but fun weekend. It's been a weird, weird, past few days folks.

We can talk about that on Thursday.

Some things, I just shouldn't print.......

Calgon, Take Me Away!

I’m not feeling it people. Today I’m just not feeling the love.
I NEED A VACATION.
I need to get the hell outa Dodge.

Sigh, ok, now that that’s over. I am not in a good mood today. I know, I know, when am I? My last five years have been one constant bad mood. I hate this feeling.
Damn that husband had to go and die on me. If he wasn’t dead already, I could kill him.
Ok Dan, I can hear you say, "I told you so".
So there, now leave me alone.

I guess I should be in counseling.
The reason for this, you might ask?
Just about everything.
Much too much to list.
I get extremely angry over the dumbest things.
I know you all know this and put up with me anyhow.
Thanks.
I am truly blessed with lots and lots of friends who put up with me, despite the fact that all I do it bitch.
I will try to be nicer. Not too nice, mind you, just a little.A girl has to have some fun. Plus, no one would recognize that nice, quiet girl sitting in a corner minding her own business.

There are other reasons as well.
Two boys in their 20’s.
Someday folks, they are going to be the death of me.
My niece from Chicago came to see me for the Easter holiday as did my nephew (the rock star) from DC.
We had such a good time. I loved the activity in my house all weekend. Plus, since they missed Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh, Saturday, I cooked a Thanksgiving feast. Wow, it was great. My dad was also in town, so we had a really, really nice time.
Ok, the reason I am mad. Getting my house ready for overnight guests.
I am breaking my butt to get things in order. So I tell the kids they have to help me. Ok so far.
I ask "Who wants to do the bathroom?"
No answer.
Again, this time I tell one specifically.
Son #1, go upstairs and do the second floor bathroom.
I get a look.
Do I really have 10 heads?????
Do I?
I repeat.
His answer, plus comments from son #2 make me feel like I am having a heart attack.
They both politely tell me uh, they are NOT cleaning a bathroom.
I tell them who do they think they are? And who do they think cleans the bathroom? And why should anyone expect some other human being to clean up after him or her?
My heart is beating 1000 times a minute.
I don’t know what has come over me.
I am so angry, I get chest pains.
I scream things I probably shouldn’t say, but I honestly can’t help myself.
What I told them and what I know is true is that if their father were alive and they ever, ever said something like that to me, he would have put them through a wall.
I guess that’s the point, they would never have told me no. He wouldn’t have allowed it. And they wouldn’t have ever taken that chance.

If only, If only, If only.
(Famous last words, as my mother used to say!)

Me, when I yell, they basically roll their eyes.
I cry, they roll their eyes.
I almost have a nervous breakdown, I get a little attention.
Ok, they say, how about we do every other room, but the bathroom?
So I guess that’s a compromise I can live with.
They help me for about 20 minutes and they sneak out of the house.
By that time, I don’t care anymore.
The Valium is kicking in.

Thanks for listening, I feel much better now.
Yeah, I do. Really, I do.

Tomorrow we are going to unwind at Ryan’s Pub, 607 S. Braddock Ave. I think most of you know where it is. It is on the corner of Forbes and Braddock. Across the street from Frick Park.

Note: After thinking about this for a while, I think the real reason I am upset is because in our 20 years of marriage, I never had to clean the bathroom. Friday was Dan's cleaning day. He loved it. He would do all the floors and bathrooms. He also did all the ironing. One time I bought him a new iron for Christmas. He was really excited. He told everyone at work, and they looked at him like he was crazy.
Don't get me wrong. Life wasn't all good. We had some pretty tough times.
But looking back, they were nothing compared to this.

I have alot to cover today and too little time, so I'll be short and sweet. (Two words rarely used to describe me)

BREAKING NEWS:
Matilda the ass is really pregnant. Ya know, she cried wolf too many times, so no one took her seriously. But hey, she must have finally got some. It was confirmed in an e-mail last night. Karen and Carl are getting a new ass.

Sometimes I am so stupid. Maybe not stupid. Naive might be a better word. I was looking for a picture of a pregnant donkey to put on this post. So I type in "Pregnant Ass" in the search box for google.
Uh, yeah, you can imagine what popped up. At work, no less. The picture above is the only real Pregnant Ass I found suitable for print.
Other (Not Breaking) News:

The future Mrs. Katsafanas is going to be in town this Thursday.
I originally told people we were going to Ryan's Pub this week. But I let Erin choose and since she is coming "Through the Tubes" (GASP!). That is a little far for her. So after much discussion on the matter, we settled on Rolands in the Strip.
Since Erin was in that other state for her real birthday, and being the awful friend that I am by not acknowledging it Sunday.(Geeze, She's not even gone five weeks and I forgot her birthday already) We will be celebrating this Thursday.


Last but not least, can't let last week pass without comment.
OH MY GOD! Was that fun or what?
Wasn't it great to have a bartender that wasn't a sissy-la-la?
Good ol' Dino was anything but.
How fun. A Bartender that can sing and serve at the same time.
Someone (we won't mention any names)should go over and check him out. Maybe he'd pick up a few pointers.
Ya think?

See you all tomorrow 'round 8:00.

St.Patty's Day 1996 or 1997

Uncle Bob, Aunt Patsy, Aunt Rosie, Dan and Me.
How about my Aunt Rosie peering from behind?
Just one of many fun, fun St. Patrick's Days.
All of you have a safe and happy day.
I'm sure I'll see some of you in my travels!

We're Movin on Up

OK Girls.
Here we go.
Are you ready?
You better be.
Hold onto your hats girls,
Because this Thursday,
WE ARE CROSSING THE BRIDGE!
Yes sir-ee.
You heard it here first.
The Anger Management Girls are takin it to the other side of the bridge.
How does that song go?
"Ain't No Stopping Us Now"
Since Sharon had such a bad time of it last Thursday, we thought we would give her a break and head out towards her direction for once.
Actually, it will be closer for a few of us.
So this is your turn girls.
Bob's Garage on Freeport Road.
(It's right by Fox Chapel Yacht Club, about half mile past Waterworks Mall)
WARNING: This is by far the tackiest place I've ever been in in my life.
Fun though.

Not to be a bummer, but I'll be crossing another kind of bridge this week also. My husband will be dead 5 years.
This time of year is always bittersweet for me. I love St. Patrick's Day. It was always a whole family affair. We would drag the kids to the parade and after-parties. We would all go. Aunts, Uncles, cousins.
Then my parents would take the kids home and watch them until the next day.
My husband and I would continue on. It was a day when we both went out to meet up with old friends and usually made a few new ones as well.
For him to pass away on a day that was associated with such joy in our life is something I'll never understand.
But I have a few theory's.
1. He figured he was going to miss St. Paddy's day, so he might as well screw up everyone else's.
2. He just wanted to make sure everyone remembered him and the day he passed away. And he wanted all his friends to have a drink or two in his memory.

That, I think I can do.
I think I'll have one or two or three for the self-appointed "Prince of Ireland".
Well, he was my prince anyway.

On a wierd note, Dan was buried on the day we invaded Iraq.Talkin' about a bad day all around. It was like I was in a movie, when I woke up a few weeks later, not only my world changed, but the whole world had changed. Listening to reports all over the news talking about Iraq five years later, isn't helping matters for me any.

On the lighter side, how about this? The Vatican this weekend issued a list of new sins
Ok folks, I just have one problem with this.
What happens to the people who, say, dumped environmental waste last Friday?
Was it still a Mortal sin?
And this was announced by the Number Two guy in charge of sins.
(I guess we all know who the Number One Guy is!)
I don't know, I just don't like the rules being changed mid-game, you know?
Same thing with the whole Limbo thing.
My luck, I would be in Limbo for 1000 years and then someone would get there say, the day before they decide there is no Limbo.
How is that fair?
What does St. Peter tell all the babies that were there for thousands of years?
Sorry kids, I know, I know, you've been here for what? 1000, 2000 years. Sorry, we made a mistake, you all were here because of a little misunderstanding. Someone misinterpreted a few passages in the bible that's all.
But, hey, you'll all love Heaven. It was well worth the wait.

See you all on Thursday.
ACROSS THE BRIDGE!

Ok, who didn't think about me and this post when you read this in the morning paper.
Be honest.
Too, too funny.
And guess what? I went to get my hair washed and blown dry today. When I read this, I cracked up.
This could have been me people. I could have been shot in the ass.
Don't laugh. This is serious.

That's all I have to say now, couldn't let this pass without comment, or I would have forgot.

I PROMISE, more to come about last night soon.
No one is out of the woods yet.


Seems like we have a stalker in our midst.
Well, I'll go on record to say Sissy La La's usually do cowardly things like that. How about 40 hits in three days from one IPO address. During business hours, no less. Looks like someplace didn't have many customers and the help had much too much time on their hands.
I think everyone who reads this blog, at least the readers with an once of common sense,knows every time I write a post, I usually exaggerate certain situations purely for entertainment value.
Maybe this blog should come with a warning.
WARNING
READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR.
ALL OTHERS CAN KISS MY IRISH ASS.
One more thing for the record. Places we frequent never have an issue with us. It's usually us that, for various reasons, loud music, bad service, etc. choose not to return to certain places.
From what I know, who wouldn't want us, huh? A bunch of woman who like to drink and spend money.
As we've been told in many a place, we're the happiest group of angry woman most have ever come across.
Later fellow Lesbo's. (Only joking on that last comment, of course)

Hey You, Yeah You, Come On In.

I usually start my day reading the Burg Blog. Pitt Girl cracks me up. (She is also responsible for posting the website that made the church sign,
I was reading one day when she mentioned this thing you can put on your blog called Stat counter. It keeps track of how many hits you get and where they come from, etc....
So I installed it on my blog.
Most of the stuff is greek to me. It just shows a bunch of feeder numbers that mean absolutely nothing to me. I am technically impaired.
But some stuff is easy and fun.
It showed that during the month of February, I had 937 hits.(No, 930 of them were not me) Over at Burg Blog, Pittgirl just passed one million hits.(See note below) I'm not comparing the two, but that 900 is a pretty good number for some dumb girl from the 'Ville who can't speak correct English, let alone write it.
(Although I hate to admit it, but thanks to my old friend Mr.B, it was his idea. I had no idea what a blog was)
And believe it or not, it really helps to put into words things that bother me. When you put your troubles into words and read them back, suddenly they don't look so bad after all.
The one bad thing, you're life and thoughts are out there for all to see. Sort of like "airing your dirty laundry"
One section called recent keyword activity, shows how people came upon my blog. People who are searching for other things but, lucky for them (some might say unlucky) my blog came up.
Here's a list of search words, I've added a little commentary in italics.

Common Sense is Lost" We know, we know, you've come to the right place
"Sissy, chastity boys" WTF are they looking for........
"Sr. Mary Eileen" no comment
"Irish Anger Management" Girl, you're getting closer
"I'm not an idiot, I just act like one" Yeah,tell me something I don't know
"Sesame Street Smoking" Again, WTF??
"I am getting random anger, how can I change that?" My personal favorite, Please let me know when you find out?
"Managing residual anger from the past" HELLO
"Naked or Ass" Boy, are you on the wrong site, you don't want to see this naked ass.
"Dumb Waitresses" Too many comments to post
"Anger Management in Wexford England" Hold on lady,help is coming.The Anger Management girls are on their way!!!!

Which brings me to another thing this Stat Counter does.
It shows a map of where all the hits came from. So far: Rome,Italy; Dublin,Ireland; Dubai; Orissa,India; Baghdad??? Ontario,Canada; Adelaide,Australia; British Columbia; Anchorage,Alaska(which I know is US, but it's far); Saskatchewan,Canada; New South Wales,Australia; Faro,Portugal; and too many American cities to mention.

I think I can assume that the person in Connecticut that started reading last week is probably Erin since she just moved there last week, Duh.

Neat stuff that means nothing to anyone, just allows me to waste more time.
God forbid, I'd clean my house or do something constructive with my time.

So a big Hey! to that person out there in Waterloo, Canada that was googling "Anger Management Fun and Games", that we are...You've come to the right place.

This week, as the sign above says, we are headed to the Elbow Room.
See you all there, 'round 8:00

Note: People who read Pittgirl actually know what the concept of blogging is, and how its supposed to work.

My readers are basically my friends, which means they're old and don't get the whole blogging thing.

Example: When they have a comment about something they read here, they promptly pick up the phone and call me. Or the really progressive ones e-mail me comments.

Sigh............

So basically my blog is just a website that people read once a week.
That's ok.

Another note: Did anyone get the relationship of the picture? Ya know, church signs on highways trying to get people into their churches......................

OK,Ok, it's 4:58AM Give me a break.