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Okay, here is how April 22nd, 2008 went for good ole me. Not only was this one afternoon, but this is the story of my life. I get off work and head to Sam’s Club. I first get gas, has anybody seen just how expensive gas really is now?? Next I head inside to do some ‘shopping’. First of all, Sam’s Club is like a pack rats paradise. I mean come on! Why does anyone need not one, not two, but three gallons of bleach?? I don’t know, but it found its way to my basket. And who needs an entire tree of bananas? What, am I raising a family of monkeys?! By the time you get half way through, the rest aren’t ripe anymore!

Here is where the story of my life started to intercede, during checkout. Am I the only moron on earth who manages to find the slowest line EVERY time I go to the grocery store, or anywhere else they sell goods? Here is a line with one person at the register, and one person in front of me waiting. All of the other lines were 3-4 deep (normally not a lot unless you’ve ever been to Sam’s Club), and I’m thinking to myself “oh yeah, today is my day”. A half hour later, not only was I the only one in line, I was the only one in line in the whole friggin store! Why me?? The brainiac in front of me didn’t realize you had to have a card to shop at Sam’s club.

Now, this poses two questions: 1) How long has she been in this country to not know this? 2) How on God’s green earth did she get past the Gestapo front door ‘help’ without a card?? Those people are like Hawks on an open field of mice! Of course I already had my ENTIRE basket on the conveyer belt, so it made no sense to put it back in the basket – or so at least I thought! As it turns out the lady was of Hispanic descent, and the cashier was African. So, I could have packed up my stuff and gone to the line next to me, but of course I was laughing too hard at these two idiots trying to communicate to each other. They both spoke English, if that’s what you want to call it, but it was so broken and with such hard accents that they couldn’t figure out what each other were saying. That was my humor for the day. I eventually did get out of there – sometime that night.

Then I go to the bank and to my surprise, nobody in line. Yes! Well, there was someone at the drive up window who “had a problem with their account”, and guess how many tellers there were? You got it, ONE!!! I’ll let you guess what happened next….

The night would have been complete except that the Capitals were playing last night. Last night was the first time in my life that I realized just what a great sense of humor God truly has. I am a die hard sports fan for everything Washington. I have come to expect that God will allow me the sense of euphoria and great hope of a championship that all sports fans have, just to rip my heart out at the moment when great triumph is upon ‘my team’. Here are some examples: George Mason basketball makes it to the Final Four only to get pounded by Florida who wins the National Championship (two years ago). The Washington Redskins are on their way to the NFC Championship when butter fingers Carlos Rogers drops an interception with nothing but green grass in front of him (two years ago). The Washington Redskins are about to complete a tough road win to go on the road and face their arch rivals when their idiot kicker misses a field goal (this past season). Georgetown basketball blows a second half 17 point lead to lose to the pesky Davidson Bulldogs (this season). The Washington Wizards are about to beat the Cleveland Cavaliers when their all-star Gilbert Arenas misses both free throws (two years ago). The Wizards are currently 2 games down to those same Cavaliers.

So the stage is set, game 7 Caps v. Flyers. Young Guns v. The Fly Guys. Caps score first and I’m going through the roof. At the end of the game, it’s going into OT tied at 2-2. Then the Flyers score in OT and win the series, just when I thought the Capitals had it won. Once again, this is why I believe that I will never see a championship by one of ‘my teams’. Just when I think they have everything together, that they are poised and ready to make their leap, BAM! A heavy dose of reality…

This blog won’t be about politics, but the real punch to the gut, the icing on the cake, the here’s your cherry on top you bum moment was that witch Hillary beating Barack in Pennsyltucky. I can’t take another day of this woman let alone another 3 months. Guess I better settle in…

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