RAVE: I LOVE my Sirius Radio


I promise those who read, I am positive person most of the time. This is evident by the lack new reading material for week to week. If I am happy, I find it hard to write, but today is different. I have both a rant and a rave. I love my Sirius Radio.

Now before you go off, let me make it clear I did not get Sirius radio for Howard Stern. While Howard Stern was a very good lure for my husband, I do not care to listen to Howard. And even though I am not a fan, I do respect the man. I totally agree with him, if you don’t like what he has to stay, DON’T LISTEN!!! It is so easy but people just seem to always have a reason why they can’t stop listening. Even besides his rants and raves, the man is funny. Perverted (which he doesn’t deny), but funny. There have been times where I have listened to his show, for my husband’s sake I assure you, and have laughed. He, along with the cast members of the show, are funny, and there is not denying that, but back to the point, I love my Sirius.

I love the fact I have no commercials and mostly music. While the DJ’s are kind of a nuisance, for the most part it is all music and I love it. I have listened to the Hits, the 50’s, the 80’s, the 90’s, alternative, country, big hair bands, and just about anything else you can think of. I have heard songs I haven’t in years, some songs I have never heard and songs that are coming out today. It’s great. The music is awesome.

I have the S-50 model, which I would definitely recommend. It records not only songs I like and choose, but it records a block of time from the channels I listen to most. This is awesome. I often listened to these blocks and use this feature when I am in the office and can not get a decent satellite signal (which is just about never). It hours and hours of music.

As my husband states “Terrestrial radio sucks, maybe this will teach them to put something worth listening too on the radio.” So for all those who still have “terrestrial radio” I feel for you, because I LOVE MY SIRUS.

By the way- If you are looking for a distributor, my husband recommends “The Sirus Store” on the web. www.thesiriusstore.com.

Enjoy.

I want to be a Demolition Driver.


Ok well not necessarily be a demolition driver, but I do want to drive a demolition car. Everyday I drive at least 48 round trip to and from work. Some of it is freeway and some of it is streets. Everyday I find the need to dodge cars, slam on my breaks, and make sure I have enough room between me and any car in front of me incase I am rear ended. Everyday it gets progressively worse. Today I swear you not, I should have been hit 5 times. It is just unreal.

Now I work extremely hard not become one of the many doing road rage, but at times I can really understand and relate with them. I would love nothing more than to be able to run , those who cut me off, drift into my lane, creep up on my rear, and just are generally (for lack of a better word) dicks, off the road into ditches, wall and pretty much anywhere out of my way and off the road.

Ok there are some of you who say, maybe you should wish to be a cop and pull them over. And while that would be nice at times, these people do this are really don’t care about obeying the law and would speed off anyways, so where would I be there. I will tell you worrying about the possible law suits if I happened to hit someone else. Who wants that? I can promise that will be a blog for another day.

Ok so, back to the point driving a demolition car and able to use it for that purpose would be awesome. I would not only be able to give a little civil justice, I would be able to feel better about driving to and from work. I would be able to give the jerks a taste of their own medicine, and love every minute of it.

Now for the reality, chances are I will probably never be able to do this. I would however love to have a complaint site, number or anything to report these drivers. Driving is a privilege and should be treated as such. Privileges can be and more often that naught revoked. Ok I will admit I am not the world’s best driver, nor will I ever claim to be, but I know these people I dodge, slam my brakes for and give buffers for, are a “H” “E” double toothpick worse than me. They don’t need to be on the road, as they pose not just a threat to me but everyone else out there. If it meant I would have to give my driver’s license up, in order to get one of these yahoo’s off the road then so be it, consider my driver’s license turned in.

This is Sunny Treasure for a better drive home.

Size 18, Size 18 and a Size 18

After reading a recent post on the blog Modern Girl Friday, “What They Don't Tell You About (Weight) Loss”, my friend Lilly White reminds me a wonderful rant I can’t wait to go public with. Why, oh why can’t universal sizes actually be universal?

Have you ever gone into a store, picked a size up that you normally fit in only to find, it in fact doesn’t fit. If you are anything like me you go jump on the scale, break out the measuring tape, just to make sure you didn’t gain any weight. You sigh with some relief and then steam over the fact the tagged size isn’t really that size at all. It’s is utterly confusing and frustrating. There are certain clothes I refuse to buy just for the fact that I know it will not be my somewhat Universal size. I hate the way I feel just at the thought that I had to purchase something in a size larger.

Now I am not a petite or thin gal and for the most part I am comfortable with who I am; size and all. This one doesn’t mean I don’t care what my weight is, or two that I ignore where it is at. Even now I am trying to loose weight, and not just the baby weight I put on, because I can tell you there was a lot more weight to lose before I had the baby, then there is baby weight left. But it is such a hit to the self esteem to go into a store, any store and try something that should be in a universal size and have it not fit, and not because your body shape is any different than before.

It’s like you have to memorize what size you actually are for each store. It totally throws the idea of universal sizes out the door. Oh and don’t think it is just for women either. I have the same trouble with my baby girl. Now my baby girl seems to have a lot of her mom in her, as she is growing at an abnormally fast rate. Thank goodness it is only in height and not in the weight. (She is going to be thin like her daddy) Well anyways my husband- a devoted Fighting Irish Fan, bought my daughter an adorable cheerleading outfit to help cheer on the Irish through football season. They only made item for 6 months and older. Dying to see here in it, he ordered it anyways. To our luck and astonishment, it fit when she was only 3 months old. And I am not talking about fitting and being a little loose, not this outfit fit perfect. She would only be able to wear it for 2 months. There was no way she would be able to wear it now being just about 7 months old now.

Well I also ordered a x-large football jersey from this company (because isn’t cute when Mom and babies match- cough cough- ok so it is only cute for the mom) and so I know you can guess what happened with the jersey. That’s right it was too small, but not just too small, extremely too small. X- Large my rear, this shirt couldn’t of fit a high school student, well maybe one of those twiggy girls but that doesn’t qualify if as an X-Large. And incase you were wondering no it was not a youth jersey, because I asked and was told it was an adult women’s jersey. Ha- I sent that baby back really fast along with a note stating they really needed to check their sizes.

Case in point, don’t be surprise if a Size 18, is not a size 18, is not a Size 18. Oh and do me a favor. Tell someone about it!!!! Make a stand for UNIVERSAL SIZES to be UNIVERSAL!!!!! GO UNIVERSAL!!!

Excuse me YOU ARE TALKING IN PUBLIC!!!!

I am a social person- I like to talk at work. I am friendly. I do happen to hear and listen exceptionally well. I work in a normal, cubicle office environment. In our office everyone hears everyone else’s conversations. The general rule of thumb is if you are talking about it at work out loud and near your neighbors- you don’t care or mind interruptions- or other people for lack of a better term butt into the conversation. Hello- we work together it’s not like I am a total stranger and besides you are talking right next to me. Me and 20 other people can heard the conversation. Ok so I do understand it is an annoying habit to interrupt a conversation and I am working on not doing it so much. Still,- if people talk work, are not whispering it, and speaking loud enough for everyone to hear- I have a hard time seeing how a persona can object to having someone interrupt.

What brought this up? Well of course someone had to make a stink about it and about another co-worker and myself no less. I admit I inject into people’s conversations, but only if I have something to contribute to the conversation. It’s not like I am changing the subject- nor am I taking control of the conversation. I am being a friendly co-worker and trying to converse with my co-workers. Well apparently I am not wanted.

Ok I fine I can deal, but I ask that anyone objecting be big enough and tell me to my face- you really don’t appreciate it. I am an adult and will get the picture- stay away from the unfriendly don’t care to make friends with other people- person. Do you think this happened--- Of course not. To make matters worse the person who was complaining is a person who so conveniently calls me her friend when it suits her needs. I didn’t buy it before and I don’t buy it, now and why I should not be surprise that she would have something to say, it still is just like a pinch to the back. I am not rude to her. I do remain friendly, rather than call her out for the faux friend she is… but that is for another blog.

So moving on- So this person- who would and still does at time say were are friends, can’t even tell me to my face that she doesn’t care for this. Ok fine I can get over that- some people hate to have their conversation interrupted. Well rather than tell me to stop, she and the person she was expressing her issue too began talking about it in a hushed, but loud enough voice to be heard by others. Blatantly obvious!!! I was not the only one that heard her. While I get the feeling she wanted me to hear it but wasn’t sure that I had they begin to make fun of the fact that I can hear well, and always seem to over hear their conversations. Well ok- so I get the picture- I am nosy and interrupt too much. Fine, I will just stay away. I am a little hurt, but I am overstepping my boundaries- I can deal. I just will keep my opinions, answers, and assistance to myself unless asked. I just ignored the taunts and kept to myself. I don’t need to be where I am not wanted.

Well when they finally got the picture that I did hear but prefer to stay out they talk to me because they don’t want to have hurt feelings. But it’s not talk about their conversation they had, no its just fluff. So I use the manners my mom taught and don’t go tell them to get bent, or that I prefer to talk to so one who doesn’t talk behind my back, I answer their questions. But still feelings are feeling and my are not with them.

Ok I admit I probably was being annoying, but truthfully people- talking behind backs but loud enough for others to hear? Really people, just a little bit elementary-GROW UP!!!! This doesn’t even touch on the fact making fun of people for their attributes is just really childish. If people don’t want their conversations interrupted, don’t talk about it out loud, at work, and not expect people to interrupt. Is it too much to ask for people to be adults---- Hello- you were talking in public!!!

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!!! The Soap Box has now be placed.

Greetings and Salutations my fellow readers. I would like to announce that the Soap Box has been placed forth. Please come stand on it. Make your statement heard. Let others revel in your presence. This is my blog and my personal Soap Box. My name is Sunny Treasures and welcome to my Soap Box. I have created this blog to share my ideas and thoughts with anyone who wishes to read.

Now for the disclaimer: There will be time I am not politically correct (probably more often than not). There will be times my views will make sense to no one but me. There will be times I will even be hypocritical, even of myself. There will be times were I may even be crazy. There will be time I am not in the majority. There will be times I will not be popular. Overall and hopefully all the time, I will be myself.

What this blog is about.
I am not looking for fortune (yeah right!), I am not looking for fame (pfff), and I am not looking for immortality (cough, cough). I am just looking for a place to rant, rave, and mostly vent. I would like to share my views on current events in my life. This includes but not limited to public events, personal events, private events that can, do, and will affect my life. Some postings will be happy, some will be sad, some will just not make any sense, but hopefully the majority will be entertaining. I will comments, shared ideas, and hope to create a following that will allow me to share my Soap Box as a sounding ground for others ideas. So please grab some grass take a seat because here I go.