Excursions into the psyche of my insanity

V.I.P., in most circumstances, means Very Important Person. Except last night I went to bed thinking that I wasn't a V.I.P. to anyone, much less one at the Private VIP event that was going on at the Las Vegas Springs Preserve tonight. My husband came home this afternoon and said, "Oh, and by the way, you're going to the Private Event tonight". I squealed. WOW! ME? Going to the VIP event??? COOL! I mean in the almost 15 years I've lived in Vegas I've been to, hmmm, 5 VIP events, always as arm candy, NEVER as a true VIP. Tonight was no different. I had been prepared for months not to be disappointed that I couldn't go to the VIP Opening. I was disappointed at first, but I thought better of it, thinking, "Ugh, having to get dressed up to be looked down at by rich people, uh, no thanks." So much less to say, I wasn't very prepared for this evening. I didn't have my usual "shit don't stink" swagger on, I got on the scale ...

Another week gone by in my world. LOL. First, I expanded my virtual surf shop empire...more on that when it opens...I don't want to talk about it yet. If anyone comes up and asks me about it, I'm going to rip their head off of their neck. Second, I have an exhausted husband that is at this point a walking talking (yet loving) zombie. Third, what do I see on the news? Some B.S. about Rosie O'Donnell (who I like) and that steaming, flaming BITCH Elisabeth Hasselbeck. Now first things first, I went on YouTube, looked it up and watched the whole exchange. OMG! Elisabeth Hasselbeck = Idiot. More than that though, a Republican, George W. Bush loving, non-commital, cowardly idiot. Watching that exchange between the two made me cheer for Rosie and made me want to just reach back and slap Elisabeth. THIS is why I don't watch daytime talk shows, I have better things to do with my time than watch American media. Ugh! It's such a propaganda machine. I have absolutel...