Dago

.. okay.

THIS could have only happened to the Goober.

For those of you who don’t know… Goober is one of my bestest friends.  Probably THE bestest friend but I don’t want to give him a big head.

Every girl needs a Goober. He tells me flat out when I’m being stupid, unreasonable, girly or hormonal and he provides much needed insight into the male psyche. Goober’s can take kudos for stopping me making an ass of my self.

But I digress…

Goober is 100% Italian and more then proud of it. Goober also lives 6 states away in the dust bowl. His Philly attitude is SO not appreicated down there.

He calls me today to tell me that he was training a group of people that he actually used to work among. Goob’s done very well for himself over the past year and I’m damn proud of him… but that doesn’t necessarily mean that everybody he used to work with is happy for him.. especially NOT after he had to train them.

Turns out that during the course of training these people that he has worked among during the past year.. and who are well aware of his personality.. he used the wordDAGO.

AND apparently he was saying that about me :: but not in a bad way. We call each other that all the time ::.. something about my dago accent..

Now just as apparent is the fact that some non-Italian Okie he was training took offense to him calling me a dago and reported him to his supervisor saying :: wait, I have to go listen to the voice mail again :: Ok.. saying that, “… it’s arachaic,  stereotypical and dirogatory”

Goober’s response is that he’s 100% Italian and that he will not apolgoies to anyone because of it.

People! People! People! Get over yourselves PLEASE!

Everything wound up being cool with his supervisor and we had a good laugh over it.

So tomorrow I will call up the area he was trainging and ask for the “… Dago Bastard”

Wonder what she would do if he had told her about Dago Dongs?

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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•. yea. Dago Dongs!

This Is Important

If you never take any piece of advice I give you :: commissioned or not :: take this one:

LISTEN TO BIG COUNTRY

No.. No.. NOT that country band “Little Big Country” or “Little Big Town” or whatever they hell they’re called..

BIG COUNTRY.

As in Stuart Adamson

As in    “.. in a big country
dreams stay with you
like a lover’s voice
fires the mountainside”

As in the greatest non-Scottish Scottish band

Ok.. so it’s freakin’ 2:15 in the morning and drank way to much coffee.
I’m telling you that you haven’t heard anything until you heard them. If your not familiar with them.. or only know the one song.. then just listen to their Greatest Hits.

Turn out the lights… settle back.. and just LISTEN. You’ll be glad you did. Trust me.

And just a little side note hear. Whether y’all think I’m crazy or not, Stuart Adamson was freakin’ brilliant. Whatever madness was in him to make him do what he did.. well.. that’s between him and the higher being of his choice but he was alot of talent that left this earth early.

Another little tidbit of information for those of you who dig stuff like this…

The bagpipes you hear on their tracks? Nope. Not bagpipes at all.. just two guitars using a bagpipe arrangement. Freakin’ brilliant!!

Seriously.. go listen to them…
You won’t be disappointed..

In fact… you may even thank me!

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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•. You’re welcome :: in advance! ::