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Thursday, August 31, 2006

Russian Candid Camera

There's something people don't get about the Russian sense of humor...



Dr. Franklin: "you're a pessimist"
Susan Ivonnava: "I'm not a pessimist, I'm Russian, we understand these things."


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HNF- Half Nekk'ed Freedom

This HNT I decided to focus on a freedom many of us have forgotten.

recently my little pet lesbian, Elena, finally got her driver's license. (Take a moment to give Elena some props people.) Elena didn't get her license back in the day like I did (10 years ago, man I feel old) so this whole experience is new to her. Last weekend she drove out here to my place for burger night (all by herself) and was stoked with it being the longest she'd ever driven on her own.

The best part of the whole thing is that she's getting this new found rush of freedom she's never had before. The driver's license is a modern day right of passage, and much like other modern rights of passage (ie: getting laid, graduating, getting laid again) it's a rush of freedom. As she put it "it's awesome, even though I don't have a car yet, just knowing the I can pick up and go when I want to is so... Liberating."

So in honor of Elena obtaining one of the "keys of modern freedom" I give you the keys to my means of freedom.

keys

I also have the freedom to enslave children...


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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

hehehe

The door to the front of our building is broken, if you pull it open then walk through it, the door violently swings closed.

Everyone who works here knows about it and uses the other door, solicitors do not.

The kid that just came in to sell coupons just got nailed in the arm really bad and kept cradling his arm.

It was all I could do to keep from laughing during his sales pitch.

(A couple of weeks ago it nearly gave one guy a concussion, that was damn funny... Sorry, I don't feel too bad for door to door sales people.)


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A Quandary OF Business Ethics

Recently I've come across a few little ethical quandaries, and seeing as though blogging at work doesn't cross any personal ethical boundaries I thought I'd pose them to all you lucky readers out there.

1. At our office we have a girl who does the staffing for our production level employees. The staffing girl is a bit ditzy at times, but she's really nice so I over look it a lot. (She spends 8 hours a day on myspace, hisssss). Today her supervisor came in so I asked him to wait while I called her to the front desk. Before she came to the front he tells me "thanks for calling back there, but just so you know there are times that I'm going to come in that I don't' want you to call her."

It's pretty clear this guy isn't too huge a fan of our staffing girl, and his implication is that he wants to catch her "not working." so the question is, should I continue to announce him so she won't get in trouble or should I not interfere? (FYI, these people affect my position in no way, shape, or form.)

2. While ordering the office supplies I noticed that though suppliers like Office Depot, there are offers for free stuff on orders over $50, like luggage and radios. Now, normally I'd place supply orders that were well over the mark (like $500) so getting the free stuff is always in my grasp. These purchases are strictly made for the company, not for personal use.

Seeing as though if we spend over $50 we get free shipping the luggage wouldn't cost the company anything, so should I order supplies, use the coupon, and keep the luggage for my self?

3. I've noticed that my company produces a lot of waste, and I mean a lot. We waste tons of copy paper and fill dumpsters full of discarded plastic parts. The company has been in business for years, but no one has instituted a recycling program for these materials. If I were to move on this, I would make a fuck-ton of work for my self, step on a few toes, and probably get no real recognition.

So should I work on the recycling issue or should I just keep quite? (keep in mind, they've already passed me over once for a promotion and show no intention of moving out of my receptionist position.)




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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

A Tribute to Tribute

This song has been stuck in my head for years, now i pass it along to you.






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Kick'n The Habit

Argh, I hate when I have an addiction to something. It's not like it happens often, I mean, sure there's been the video game addiction, the IN & Out addiction, and so on, but this Monster addiction is killing me.

Monster

For the past few weeks I've been drinking a can of Monster daily, it's been the only thing that seems to counteract the effects of my insomnia. After a while the results from drinking a can was diminished, it got to the point where I felt like I needed two cans to make it through the day.

When I went to Laughlin I was up till 4 or 5 am daily, so naturally the Monster was flowing like (insert graphic menstrual reference here). And when I wasn't drinking a can o' monster I was partaking in Jager-Bombs.

the week following the vacation I needed a can just to make it to work and another to finish out the day. I swear, I've polished off a case in a matter of a week or two (normally a case lasts me a month +).

Recently (as of yesterday) I decided that I would not let a soft drink control me any longer. I've decided to go cold turkey, this is day two and the only type of energy drink I've had has been Zip-Fizz (which is like a healthy energy drink). I figure if anything is going to strip away my ability to make decisions for myself and control my life I'll get another girlfriend.



(I need to find an AA group for Monster, think they give you a chip for day two?)

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

Burger Blast

Well, burger night went better than I thought, my need for meat was filled.


and yet, I'm still hungry for something else...

tacos?



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Saturday, August 26, 2006

Neglect

It's funny how you can completely forget about something that you used to do regularly.

As many know I'm a gamer through and through, my late addiction has been God Of WAR.



But lately I just haven't had the drive to pick up the controller and play.
now I know that many of you are thinking that it's a good things that I'm doing something else other than playing games. But honestly been doing much

Come to think of it, I haven't played any videogames since before my rafting trip. I guess I've been a bit distracted.

it's weird though, lately I've been really desiring to play, yet I still haven't. I definitely need to get back into he swing of things.

Maybe I need some inspiration:
Game lover 2Game lover 1

Anybody wanna play?



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Foamy's Dating Advice




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Drunk Enough To GEt tAhhed

i'm drunk, and i'm blogging. at the same time

who rocks? i do

so i found an e-mail from jenna in my inbox (the kinky little bitch) so i thought i'd replay. luckily i tied one on tonight.

enjoy the intoxicating irony that is exile

(got a breath mint?)


1. FIRST NAME? exile
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? they guy who sold my dad beer
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? when i lost jody
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? yes, it taste like chicken
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? balogna (in your face god)
6. KIDS? none that i know of
7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? depends, does the other me have money?
8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? a blog (i'm so lame)
9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? never
10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes
11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? do i need the cord?
12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? honey nut cherrios
13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? yep
14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Too meh
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? dead baby (just kidding, that's my second favorite)
16. SHOE SIZE? 10-10.5
17. RED OR PINK? Pink, red means we have to wait a week
18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? i fail at things, a lot
19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? the good parts of my soul
20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS IS BACK TO YOU? no, i hate them in other ways
21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? blue pe shorts and barefoot, bitches
24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? black, until they invent something darker
25. FAVORITE SMELL? pumpkin pie, meatloaf, sex (yes, at the same time)
26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Andrea
27. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? intelegence
28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? of course, she's my jenna
29. FAVORITE DRINK? pepsi
30. FAVORITE SPORT? light blue gatoraid
31. HAIR COLOR? dark brown
32. EYE COLOR? brown
33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? not that i know of
34. FAVORITE FOODS? meat
35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? scary
36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Dunno
37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Black
38. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter
39. HUGS OR KISSES? Kisses
40. FAVORITE DESSERT? souls of the damed (on short bread)
41. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Herb
42. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? my grandpa (he's dead)
43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Dave Barry's greatest hits
46. IF YOU COULD BE WITH ANYONE, WHO WOULD IT BE? she knows who she is




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Friday, August 25, 2006

Haiku Friday

It’s that time again
So spread your buns for my meat
Yay! For burger night!

Gonna eat some grub
Then we watch a DVD
While drinking, natch.

This will be some fun
I’m looking forward to this
(I need to get laid…)



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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Blogg'n Laughlin

"And just like the prodigal son, I return.
Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burned"

Who the hell do these people think they are to make me work after I get back from my vacation. The nerve!

So Laughlin was Laughlin.

The Jeff and I headed out Thursday night and rolled in at about 2:30 am, then drank till 4 am.

Friday was a very typical "first day of family vacation," so yes, there was drama. See, in my family everyone is an expert on everything, naturally this pisses everyone off. The big thing that happened to me and The Jeff was a bit of a miscommunication. One which resulted in everyone else but me being lost for over an hour. So all the sunscreen I put on was sweated off as I sat there on the water in nearly 120 degree weather. Heat stroke does not the drinker make.

Saturday was a bit more calm, everyone kinda fell into a bit of a rhythm, we had our beach on the river with the majority of the gear, of course someone managed to forget the radio. Luckily everyone got to enjoy the sounds of everyone yelling at each other. (no, I didn't forget the radio!)

Sunday was a perfect day. There was no traffic on the water, and this meant no chop (that's wavy water, ya land lubber! arrrr...). I finally got to really get out there and ride (my sunburn from Friday finally wore off). That night The Jeff and I met two very cute (and naturally very engaged/married) women who taught us how to play craps.


This is kind of the inherent flaw in Laughlin is that there are no single women.

Yeah, this isn't an exaggeration, there are none, nada, ziltch. The reason for this is quite simple, women usually don't purchase water craft. (before you start hating me, hear me out.) See, spending heaps of cash on big flashy toys is a very male thing to do. Guys do this as a means of trade, you know "you ride my boat and I ride you..." So usually when you see women there they are either (a) with their husband, (b) with a boyfriend, or (c) were brought for the other single guys in the same group.

Luckily we found a pool table in one of the bars, so at least I was able to play with my balls for a while. hehehe



In summation,

There was drink'n
There was dance'n
There was Sea-doo'n
but there was no debauchery (this is where audience let's out a empathetic sigh)



And just check out the awesome pics from my trip! (all two of them!)

Is this the hottest club in Laughlin?
world's worst elevator
Nope, it's the world's crapiest elevator!. If you look at the guy's face under the ham steak you'll see terror, pure terror. That's because the elevator had just dropped three feet. Yeah, the Edgewater isn't the highest quality hotel in Laughlin (the hallways smelled like swamp ass)


Are these people completely drunk or out really really late at night?
escalator
Yes.

We decided to go out to dinner for my mom's B-day at 10:00pm... Yeah, we plan well.

(I have other pics on my water cam, but it still needs to be developed.)


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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

HNR- Half Nekk'ed Rider

It's time again for me to go on the Annual Family Vacation, that's right, it's a 4 day water skiing, partying, clubbing, drinking bender.

I will be leaving after work on Thursday I will be "unplugged" from the blogger pipeline.

In honor of this trip I leave you with a little glimpse of the river.
Hi Ho Silver

This was me last year, I rescued that little float from a fate worse than popping... Actually, I think the only real fate those things have is popping, so I think I just prolonged the inevitable.

While I am out frolicking on the water I will be thinking of all of you, some more than others..

And, seeing as though I'm leaving all my peeps for such an unconscionable length of time I leave you with a little present. I figure seeing as though I'm taking a break from taking over your blog-worlds I'd leave you in the hands of another megalomaniac...

Invader Zim!

Intro

Dark Harvest Part 1

Dark Harvest Part 2





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Old School, Bitches

So I’ve been tagged by my little Tag Hag, Robyn.

Normally I’d rant about how irked I get by tags (“oh, the obligation…”) but aside from having nothing to write about I wuv that rock’n Robyn too much to dissapoint her (this time).

(oh god, why does is this have to be about school…)


School Meme

How many schools did you go to?
Well, there was 1 preschool, 2 elementry, 1 Jr. High, 1 highschool, and 2 colleges. I’d do the math, but they were all public schools, so, yeah…

Teachers nightmare or teachers pet?
Neither, I was quite and sat in the back of the class. I guess I could be considered more a pet in that I never caused any trouble, but I was never noticed. I usually wound up the smartest kid in the dumb classes.

Did you have a label in school? (nerd, jock,etc)
Exile~ In school terms of Jocks, geeks, nerds, and outcasts I was all alone. I couldn’t even fit in with the outcasts. (Translation, I ate lunch by my self a lot.)

Whats the biggest rule you broke in school?
People used to cheat off me.

Were you in any clubs or organizations?
None

Did you have any nicknames in school?
None, save for shortend versions of my actual name.

Three subjects you enjoyed?
I liked creative writing in English and my Science classes (until I realized that I wasn’t any good at science)

Three teachers who inspired you?
Only two teacher’s inspired me Scott Jerrero (can’t spell it) and Mr. Avery. They were the only techers that encouraged me (my other teachers either ignored, insulted, or threatened me)

Would you go back and do it over?
Knowing what I know now and looking the way I do, sure. But to go back and do it again as who I was, fuck no. I was short, had squeaky voice, huge glasses, hair stuck up, and a gigantic backpack.

Any major fashion faux paus? Bonus for pics!!
Every day I wore a T-shirt, black jacket, and Jean Shorts, regardless the weather.
(I’ve already posted my licence pic, but here it is again.)
License
yes, this is me a 16.

If I must tag I tag Hella (cause she’s a cutie) and Exo (cause her reunion is coming up, yay!)



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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Shh-tool

Oh darn

Fiddle sticks

Drat

Damn it

Crap

Fuck

Shit!
beachpoop

Grrrrr...

I just found out today that the promotion I was gunning for, Head Of Purchasing, will no longer be a brass ring for my grasping. The kicker of it all is that when the last purchasing person left they trained me how to do her job, so I've been not only my job, but the job I was interviewing for as well. I learned all the in's and out's and have actually gotten quite good at it.

But evidently not good enough.

I'm now trapped as the receptionist (I can't even call my self an Administrative Assistant these days.)

I'm so disappointed.

It's days like this I feel like my career* will go no where
cool as ice


(Sassy- I told you he was in a movie)



*My Career with the company, not a life long career thing.


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Monday, August 14, 2006

While Eating Dinner

I sat down to eat dinner.

I set my dinner down on the coffee table.

I ate one of my sandwiches.

I watched some TV.

I noticed something looked different about the coffee table.

I have to admit, it took a moment to register.

I don't normally read her magazines.
coffee table 1

And I don't think I'll start.
coffee table 2




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Sunday, August 13, 2006

...And Thus I Strut

I have this song stuck in my head...




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Friday, August 11, 2006

*GASP* Haiku Fridu....

My office stinks
I can't find the source of it
no one else smells it

***

I have some good news
my cold is in remission
lungs are still plugged

***

So what does this mean?
what little air I can breath
stinks like rotten ass.



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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

HNCV- Half Nekk'ed Cold Virus

Bleck

Ok, seeing as though the hottest thing about me right now is my fever I thought it was only appropriate this HNT features me and my cold

NyQuil

Ah NyQuil the, nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, oh for the love of god let me sleep tonight you beautiful green little pill, medicine.


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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Sick Of Sickness

*Sniffle*

*Snort*

*Hacking cough*

Bleck... I hate being sick.

It's like my brain is stuck in the mud (and with as dirty as my mind is, would you expect any less?)

But instead of bitching about being sick (too late?) I've decided to shed light on the subject of sickness in men.

See, men get sick. They get colds, they get flu's, they get all kinds of things. But men always seem to react "out of character," but why is this?

Well you're in luck, I've decided to break it down (to the best of my diseased ability) into the categories of behavior as well as a possible reason why this happens.

THE CHILD- this behavior patter often entails a man who, once falling ill, become a complete baby. The cold he has makes him incapable of caring for himself. It can range from the inability to make soup, to the inability to aim when he takes a piss. CAUSE- Often the cause for this fall squarely on his mother, either she pampered him every time he was sick or never gave him any attention, regardless, he's starving for it now.

THE DRAMA KING- this condition gives even the common cold the lethal symptoms of the black death. You'll often see him over compensating with excessive remedies (blankets, cold meds...) and creating a huge mess (mountains of tissues, phlegm in the sink...).
CAUSE- This condition is the result of attention deprivation, this guy usually gets no attention in his day to day life and finally has someone who has to pay him attention (whether they like it or not). Want some cheese with that whine?

THE SLOTH- the only thing that could involve running with this guy is his nose. Often times you'll find this guy hunkered down in a cave like chamber (formerly a bedroom) or firmly glued to the couch. Eat, sleep, and shit, that's about all the life you'll see out of him until he emerges from his flu chrysalis (and don't' hope for a shower...)
CAUSE- This guy can be the result of one of two things, either he is someone who is usually extremely busy and finally taking full advantage of the fact that they have an excuse to sleep all day or their just plain old lazy.

THE WORK HORSE- just lay the fuck down! This guy makes all guys look bad. You could shoot him up with enough Nyquil to drop Elvis but you can't get him to go to bed. There seems to be a reason for him to get out of bed every few min, fix this, do that... While this may sound good, unfortunately he prolongs his illness by expending all his energy elsewhere.
CAUSE- usually this guy is someone who doesn't know how to relax, he works hard while he's working, and at home he can't just sit there or he'll explode.

THE S-NAUGHTY BOY- a virus with an erection... That's pretty much it. Imagine if you will a guy who has been cooped up in the house all day with nothing to do but either watch day time TV or internet porn. (I'll give you a hint what one this contest, "sproing").
CAUSE- simple, guys are always on, well, he's got the energy and he's got the time... wanna ride the snot train?

THE GROUCH- take two and call WHEN YOU FALL OFF A CLIFF AND DIE! Yeah, this guy becomes a total prick when he's sick (is it a crime to rhyme?) he's gone beyond cranky, and if you're going to walk on egg shells around him, god help you if you crack one.
CAUSE- this guys is very controlling, he wants to always be in control in every situation. But seeing as though he can't control what's going on inside him, he just takes it out on everyone else.


I think that pretty much covers the most common types of sick guys.

Oh, and if you're wondering what kind of guy I am when I'm sick, well, I'm a cross between either THE SLOTH or THE WORKHORSE, and of course THE S-NAUGHTY BOY. Let's face it, whether I'm a slouch or a slave, I'm always, um, on...


*sniffle*

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Monday, August 07, 2006

Pleaser

I've never really been a happy person, but I have tried.

Unbeknownst to many, there is a great deal of sadness inside me. It’s kind of always been there, chewing away at everything around it creating a dark little hole.

Oddly enough, this hole doesn't bother me.

Don't get me wrong, I don't like it. I mean, who could really like being sad?

You’d think that when someone has one of these holes they try and fill it, because that empty void leaves them feeling cold and alone. Unfortunately, the reality is that most of these people create sadness around them in order to not feel alone outside them selves. (Think of the "misery loves company" thing, except they create the misery and the company.)

Personally, I don't like this idea.

What I do I try and do things that will make it a little more bearable. I do this by trying to make the people around me happy.

A smile.
A laugh.
Whatever.

When you see me, you see me making a joke, or a silly face, anything to keep the group happy. When I’m not playing the "jester," I’m often the "care taker." the caretaker role often involves me making sure that everyone is in a "good" state.

"Here, drink some water."
"Let me get that for you."
"Hold on one second, I’ll set you up with a place to sleep."

I'm usually the guy at the party that makes sure everyone is having a good time, and also making sure the drunks are not going to choke on their own vomit. (It’s a fun job.)

Someone told me a while back that being a "pleaser" is a bad thing, and that it makes you too focused on other people.

Perhaps it is a bad thing to lean on others by helping them as a form self-serving altruism; doing things for other just to make your self feel better.

But by this logic, doesn’t it mean that that the every person who gives to charity should stop? After all, they’re doing so to make themselves feel better, or to possibly alleviate guilt for living a life without tragedy?

I’ll admit that the reason I do things that make others happy is because it makes me happy. I can also admit that if I’m ever “there for you,” I’m doing it because it makes me feel like a good person.

This probably does make me selfish.

But the fact that I choose to do to actually make others happy as opposed to sad should far outweigh my selfish motives.





And now, the Happy Song.





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Wednesday, August 02, 2006

HNT - Half Nekk'ed Elbow

It is the least thought about part of the body.

We rest on them,
we bend them,
we bang them on things (then wave them around like idiots.)

That's right, the Elbow
anatomic elbow

A little bird named Wikipedia told me:
In the hinge joint (ginglymus), the articular surfaces are moulded to each other in such a manner as to permit motion only in one plane, forward and backward, the extent of motion at the same time being considerable.


in other words, like a door-hinge, it only goes one way, unlike that little whore the shoulder.

(BTW, door-hinge is the only thing you'll find that rhymes with orange... Unless you're from the east coast)

so in honor of our favorite (unsmokeable) joint, I dedicated this HNT to The Elbow, God's Gift To Chicken-Shit Basketball Players.

Elbow 1
In yo face!

Elbow 2
Elbow at rest

And this one is all for Randi
Elbow 3
Pinch-ability... Check.



Now, if you'll excuse me, I need some elbow room.
(puns are punny!)


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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Money Struggle

“Money is power.”

It’s been a long held belief that money has too much power in our day-to-day lives, and even more so in our relationships.

Very few of us think about our relationships in terms of who the “bread winner” is and who the “home maker” is. In fact, it is far more common for both partners in a relationship to hold jobs than it is for someone to be a “stay at home.”

See, back in the day a man was defined as a provider. As the provider he was head of the household, lord of the manor, and controlled the family’s income. (He could also beat his wife too, so don’t get to nostalgic.) Woman, on the other hand, was the fairer of the sexes, she was the one that made the house a home, and who would always look her man for support (usually in the financial way). Eventually things began to change, Men were needed for wars and women named Rosie began riveting. When the men came home they found something startling, the women actually liked working. The men felt their position as providers were threatened so they forced the women to go home and play house maker.

After years of a “pretty good thing,” the men preferred their women at home; they wanted their women to ask the “big strong man” for money to buy bras (and other girls stuff).

So naturally women set their bras on fire.

Time passed again. Women became more than just things that needed caring for, they were now earning money, working on careers, and living independently (they grow up so fast…).

Now a days the nature of relationships have changed, instead of provider and provide-e, couples are now partners. As with any business partnership each person must do a give and take when it comes to power and control. Unfortunately while a business partnership can have control distributed via skills and experience, relationships don’t work the same way.

Modern day relationships face this power struggle on a daily basis. Who decides what? Who has the final word? And most importantly, how will the money be spent? Many of us don’t think about it, but really, if you are with someone (with joint banking) and they make more money than you, who’s money are you spending? Consider this scenario:

Mr. & Mrs. Smith both have jobs. Mrs. Smith earns 1/3 or what Mr. Smith does, with gas, food and so on, her pay is virtually spent on her basic living needs. When Christmas roles around and she buys a present for Mr. Smith, will she be spending her money, or his money on the present she will buy?


Now this may seem trivial in the grand scheme of relationships, but is it really? Mrs. Smith essentially has no money of her own, with her living needs consuming the majority of her pay check anything she spends beyond that amount her Mr. Smith’s. Does this mean that if an issue arises in the house that Mr. Smith’s opinion on financial issues out weighs her opinion by two thirds? Furthermore, if Mrs. Smith decided to buy something for her self (we’ll say shoes) does she has to check if it’s ok? Does Mr. Smith need to check to see if it’s ok if he buys something (we’ll say golf clubs)?

This is where the arguments come in.

“How can you spend that much on shoes?”
“What do you need new golf clubs for?”
“Where did all my money go?”
“This is supposed to be our money!”
“You knew she was my sister!”

(Oh, wait, that last one was part of another diatribe…)

Of all the powers money has, one of it’s greatest is it’s influence over our independence. As humans we often define our independence by what we own and what we can do. Think back to when you first moved out (*waves hi to Randi*), remember your first big purchase? It was probably something like a sofa or a bed, but man, what an accomplishment. You knew that this was yours. You were an adult. No one could take it away from your and make you sleep on a pile of rags in the garage (*sniffle*). Yes, your meals consisted of ramen and bologna, and you probably washed your hair with dish soap, but it was all you.

As you all know, when “I” becomes “We” there are certain freedoms that are lost, there is a lot of conflict in regards to power. There are now two opinions on how your life will pan out, and of course, money.

The power struggle, much like a shark, exists regardless if you can see it at the surface or below. Even if each partner makes equal amounts of money, how it is spent is always an issue.

The only known solutions are either to:
(A): Devote your lives to poverty (you don’t fight over money, but you do over food)
(B): Join a cult (insert marriage joke here)
(D): Keep your accounts separate.

From these “solutions” option D provides the most mobility (not much of a future in poverty). In option D the majority of expenses can be divided evenly (think of a roommate situation), naturally the person who earns more will proportionally pay more, but for the most part there will be a balance on the expenses.

You may be thinking to your self “so how would that handle the Christmas situation?”

Well, (you cheap bastard) the Christmas situation would be modified for the economic situation with a budget in play. With the finances divided, a “gift budget” makes it where there are no awkward feelings of “you got me better gifts” or “this is all I got? You cheap prick…”

The way a gift budget would work goes as follows:
1. Both partners in the relationship decide on a fair budget. This can be done by picking an amount that each person would feel comfortable spending. $100, $200… (It’s the thought that counts)
2. Once the amount is set (let’s say $100) both partners try and buy the best present(s) they can with in the budget (no cheating!)
3. Gifts are exchanged and there are no thoughts as to who spent more (it’s safe to assume that you both spent up to the budget).

Some may say that the “gift budget” idea cheapens the idea of gift giving, but reality it embodies it. After all, the idea behind giving a gift isn’t about how much you spent; it’s about how much you care. But what messages are being exchanged if you buy your partner a watch and they buy you a car?

Money often has so much power over us that relationships seem to mold themselves around it. If we remove that power we are free to engage our selves without threat upon our (financial) independence. This does mean that some guys will have to more than just simply buy a woman’s affections, and this does mean that some women will have to pay for majority of their meals. But in the end, there will be a guideline to create a balance in the partnership that is a relationship.





Of course, there’s always the option “D,” Stay single and pay for hookers. (Money can’t buy love, but it can rent it.)



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