For starters...

For starters, I've been thinking of starting a blog because a friend suggested it. I thought and thought about a title and a subject that I'd even like to blog about...which led me to here: The Daily DANG! See, I'm kind of known for saying "dang!" a lot, which I attribute to none other than the awesome Joe Dirt(I like to add an e to the end and pronounce it deer-tay!). "Say it don't spray it brother, DANG!" So it just stuck. Being a normal human being with a conscience, I knew I couldn't keep updating my Facebook status every time I had a ridiculous observation to share. Therefore, I have decided to share these absolutely ridiculous observations via a blog, thank you very much. Now, you can read away and pretty much think "I KNOW! I've seen that SAME thing before...what is with people?!" Enjoy yourselves, and yes, I put yourselves (plural) because I already forsee many followers.

Some things I've unfortunately observed since I first thought about starting the blog, but didn't have the forum to report about it yet:

1. So I get a quart of paint, bright orange, very excited about it. Only $5 at the hardware store because it was a "mis-tint". Mis-tint? I'd say so! There was bright orange dripping down the side and around the lid, but when I open it, not-so-bright orange inside. More like a mint greenish gray. What the?! This was THE first purchase with my business debit card (I just started a new painting business), and it'll now also be my first return with the business debit card. DANG!!!!

2. Ok, so my friend Brooke is reminding me of these situations I've already experienced, and this is another one. RUDE concert-goers. I'm at a great artist's concert in an intimate setting, aka a bar. It's at least $20 to get in, a Tuesday night, but also in a campus town. I should know that a Tuesday night is a going out night (as is every other night of the week) when you are in a campus town. During the show, Amos Lee (the singer) keeps giving evil eyes to the back of the room, which I was shooting similar darts with my eyes, because this huge area in the room was being SO LOUD we couldn't even hear Amos on the mic! FINALLY, and yes I use all caps to show emphasis in my typing, FINALLY, Amos said "Could y'all just give me about 5 minutes and I'll be done? Or you can leave now, I don't give a sh*t!" And we all cheered because it was almost like I was on Boiling Points (MTV) and I definitely didn't win the prize money for lasting without blowing up on someone. Why pay the money to get into a small bar for a concert if you are just going to talk and laugh like a hyena? If anything, rude concert-goers, GO TO THE FRONT OF THE BAR where NO ONE was and be a zoo up there! It was a disappointment, but also just a ridiculous,unbelievable situation...rude people make me angry.

3. I had the wonderful opportunity to experience a new spa in Indianapolis, well north "burb" of Indy, and get a pedicure. We were celebrating a bachelorette party there, and we all had to reserve our services a while ago. Then, we had to call with our credit card numbers this week. While there, the pedi was fine. Upon departure, I kept asking if I needed to sign my credit card slip. Hold on, back up...when I entered the spa I saw a sign that said "We no longer accept tips on credit cards due to increased charges." So, I thought "Dang it..I have no cash!" Come to find out, I didn't have to sign a slip, and was told a 20% tip was added. Fine. But I also thought "I didn't think they put tips on credit cards, but whatever!". I check my account online today, and the $45.00 pedicure turned into a $60 charge. Hmmm....I'm good with math (somewhat) and I knew $15 wasn't 20%! That dang spa added $15 for a TIP for a semi-decent pedicure! Don't worry, I've already put in an email reminder for myself tomorrow to call and get it taken off. Why would anyone just put that on as a tip?! Ugh....rudeness ensues and I don't like.

I'll leave you with those few thoughts...hey, you got a special treat for the first entry...you got THREE Daily Dangs...don't get spoiled, that may never happen again.

Adios.