So our friend that was supposed to be coming in for the weekend is no longer doing so. He and his wife just sold their house so they'll be moving instead. Which I'm glad all the way around about. They'll be in a nicer home and I don't have to have someone sleepin on my couch for a weekend.
Boss man was out all day today and will be so tomorrow. Did about 15 minutes of work and then had nothing to do for the rest of the day. Which means I won't have anything to do tomorrow unless boss man 2 comes in. When he does he's only in for about 2 hours and usually gives me about 10 minutes of work to do, so that's something to look forward to I guess. I was actually thinking of keeping a running tab in the margins under the archives list of every time I actually earn my paycheck. It'd look awfully sad only being updated every now and then though so I don't know if I'll do that, it might depress me. I printed out a few want ads yesterday, I'll read them over a little more and see who I'd like to send my resume to. A couple were actually in my town and one town over which would be fucking fantastic.
Well, I gotta go wake up H Ditty and find something for dinner, I'm outta here.
Media quote of the day: Take this job and shove/I ain't workin' here no more - Johnny Paycheck, lyrics by David Allen Coe
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Public Service Announcement
I just went to the bathroom and once again, this happened Monday also, there was piss on the toilet seat. So I have to say this: Women, those of you who hover, please sit your ass down. It is highly unlikely that you will ever get germs on your sacred tushy. According to this post (scroll down to the next section) you're more likely to get a disease because of women not washing their hands. And your desk is even more likely to cause you to get sick. It's because of women like you who don't just sit down that we have any likelihood of this happening in the first place. And then, if you're one who does end up getting piss on the seat, you don't bother wiping up after yourself. You know you more than likely pissed on the seat, when you turn to flush take a look down, if there's piss there wipe it the fuck up!
AND FLUSH YOUR SHIT AND TAMPONS TOO!! I mean GOD DAMN people, is it too much to ask? I worked at a restaurant one summer and one of my many jobs was to clean the bathrooms. The women's room was always worse then the men's room. Shit and/or tampons in the toilets, sometimes coating the toilets; toilet paper all over the floor; piss on seats and just general trash all over the fucking place. The men's room wasn't spotless by any means, but it was no where near as gross, not ever.
So once again, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!
And about the first part of the first link, putting the seat down. I grew up with four older brothers and they almost always put the seat down. Now, I have fallen through because they haven't and yes it is my fault for not looking. But when you get used to them doing it 29 days out of the month you don't look. Besides, it just makes good sense to put the seat and LID down. I was surprised to see this article didn't mention it but every time the toilet is flushed tiny particles of piss/shit water floats up into the air and settles all over your bathroom. Now, some might think this is the perfect reason to hover, but the germs do die very quickly, it's just extremely gross. Sherri says it very well and funny, unlike me, when she talks about her farting theory and what it does. This is what flushing does.
Media quote of the day:
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
Pissin' in the wind
And that's the shape I'm in
Strict 9 - Local H
AND FLUSH YOUR SHIT AND TAMPONS TOO!! I mean GOD DAMN people, is it too much to ask? I worked at a restaurant one summer and one of my many jobs was to clean the bathrooms. The women's room was always worse then the men's room. Shit and/or tampons in the toilets, sometimes coating the toilets; toilet paper all over the floor; piss on seats and just general trash all over the fucking place. The men's room wasn't spotless by any means, but it was no where near as gross, not ever.
So once again, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!
And about the first part of the first link, putting the seat down. I grew up with four older brothers and they almost always put the seat down. Now, I have fallen through because they haven't and yes it is my fault for not looking. But when you get used to them doing it 29 days out of the month you don't look. Besides, it just makes good sense to put the seat and LID down. I was surprised to see this article didn't mention it but every time the toilet is flushed tiny particles of piss/shit water floats up into the air and settles all over your bathroom. Now, some might think this is the perfect reason to hover, but the germs do die very quickly, it's just extremely gross. Sherri says it very well and funny, unlike me, when she talks about her farting theory and what it does. This is what flushing does.
Media quote of the day:
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
Pissin' in the wind
And that's the shape I'm in
Strict 9 - Local H
Monday, August 28, 2006
Earned my paycheck! Go me.
Yay, I earned my pay check again today. Well, mostly anyway, I still had some time to lurk around to the sites I read. But that was while waiting on boss man to become available to go over the work I had done. And now I'm taking a break to get this in. I'll write more later.
More later:
So my weekend went pretty well. H Ditty had to work so we didn't go anywhere or do anything special. Just watched some shows off of tivo, played a little cribbage, which he's been kicking my ass in the last 5 games. I'm getting really sick of that shit! Did some cleaning that needed doing before our friend comes to stay next Friday. Probably do a little bit more of that over the next couple of days. We're both procrastinators so we'll do a little bit here and there and then quit, very bad we are. Then I watched the Emmy's, very happy The Office and 24 won. I thought Conan did a good job. Wouldn't mind seeing him back next year. Although I do love me some Ellen. I was very disappointed I missed the show in 2001, after reading how well she did and all.
The anniversary of my namesake is upon us. When she was blowing on in, oh who am I kidding, still to this day, I get remarks about it. Some are funny but for the most part it's same ole, same ole. But I actually don't mind it, it's a conversation starter. As I've mentioned before, we're Saints fans in this house and we try to go down at least once a year to see a game. We had tickets for the Bears/Saints game that got moved to LSU but the date didn't work out for us or his dad and stepmom who were going to go along. So no trip last year and unless something huge happens there won't be one this year.
We were very sad and still are about what's happened down there. I feel guilty because I never got around to sending any money and I had every intention of doing so. Now, even if I tell a place I want the money to go there I doubt it will. But we'll help out by going down every chance we get. And I encourage anyone who reads this to go there too. Go at least once in your life but it'd be better to go more often. There's no way in hell you'll be able to take it all in in one trip, even if you stay two weeks. I lived not far from there for 6 years and have been going back for a vacation just about every year since I moved back to IL in '92 and still haven't seen or done everything that's able to be seen or done. I miss Mardi Gras, haven't been to that since '94. I keep saying we need to go but so far haven't been able to convince H Ditty. But one of these years it'll happen.
The night of the hurricane H Ditty had to work. I was sitting in our living room reading a book, the blinds were up about half way and I was sitting under the lamp so I could be clearly seen from the road. He calls me up and tells me to, "Turn right, you need to turn right." So I turned right, so I was facing my kitchen, didn't see anything so I looked the other way out the window to see if there was a car in the street with maybe him in it but there wasn't. So I said, "What are you talking about?" He says, "You need to turn right right now." So I turned again, and again, saw nothing out of the ordinary. So I say, "Ok, what the hell, I've turned right now 2 times and there's nothing in the kitchen or anywhere else for that matter that I need to see that way, why the hell are you telling me to turn right?" He starts laughing and says, "You need to turn right so you'll miss New Orleans, why you wanna destroy our city?"
Media quote of the day: ...they mostly come at night... mostly = Newt - Aliens
Can't help it, every time I hear or say the word "mostly" I say this line, sometimes it's only in my head, but it's said.
More later:
So my weekend went pretty well. H Ditty had to work so we didn't go anywhere or do anything special. Just watched some shows off of tivo, played a little cribbage, which he's been kicking my ass in the last 5 games. I'm getting really sick of that shit! Did some cleaning that needed doing before our friend comes to stay next Friday. Probably do a little bit more of that over the next couple of days. We're both procrastinators so we'll do a little bit here and there and then quit, very bad we are. Then I watched the Emmy's, very happy The Office and 24 won. I thought Conan did a good job. Wouldn't mind seeing him back next year. Although I do love me some Ellen. I was very disappointed I missed the show in 2001, after reading how well she did and all.
The anniversary of my namesake is upon us. When she was blowing on in, oh who am I kidding, still to this day, I get remarks about it. Some are funny but for the most part it's same ole, same ole. But I actually don't mind it, it's a conversation starter. As I've mentioned before, we're Saints fans in this house and we try to go down at least once a year to see a game. We had tickets for the Bears/Saints game that got moved to LSU but the date didn't work out for us or his dad and stepmom who were going to go along. So no trip last year and unless something huge happens there won't be one this year.
We were very sad and still are about what's happened down there. I feel guilty because I never got around to sending any money and I had every intention of doing so. Now, even if I tell a place I want the money to go there I doubt it will. But we'll help out by going down every chance we get. And I encourage anyone who reads this to go there too. Go at least once in your life but it'd be better to go more often. There's no way in hell you'll be able to take it all in in one trip, even if you stay two weeks. I lived not far from there for 6 years and have been going back for a vacation just about every year since I moved back to IL in '92 and still haven't seen or done everything that's able to be seen or done. I miss Mardi Gras, haven't been to that since '94. I keep saying we need to go but so far haven't been able to convince H Ditty. But one of these years it'll happen.
The night of the hurricane H Ditty had to work. I was sitting in our living room reading a book, the blinds were up about half way and I was sitting under the lamp so I could be clearly seen from the road. He calls me up and tells me to, "Turn right, you need to turn right." So I turned right, so I was facing my kitchen, didn't see anything so I looked the other way out the window to see if there was a car in the street with maybe him in it but there wasn't. So I said, "What are you talking about?" He says, "You need to turn right right now." So I turned again, and again, saw nothing out of the ordinary. So I say, "Ok, what the hell, I've turned right now 2 times and there's nothing in the kitchen or anywhere else for that matter that I need to see that way, why the hell are you telling me to turn right?" He starts laughing and says, "You need to turn right so you'll miss New Orleans, why you wanna destroy our city?"
Media quote of the day: ...they mostly come at night... mostly = Newt - Aliens
Can't help it, every time I hear or say the word "mostly" I say this line, sometimes it's only in my head, but it's said.
Friday, August 25, 2006
F******G CAT! Aahh but I do love him.
We have four cats and one if not more are pissing us off to no end. We believe it's one, The Brat Prince, who make no mistake earned his nickname. He is a high maintenance, spoiled little brat of a cat whom I love dearly.
You see, he has a disease that if he eats hard food it will make him have bloody shits. We found this out when he started taking shits behind the tv and they were very bloody. Actually he'd taken a few before in the litter box but they had been so far between each other and not very bloody we didn't really think much of it. I kept telling H Ditty to take him to the vet (easier for him since he doesn't work during the day) but for whatever reasons he hadn't done it. Then one morning he's sitting at his computer and BP is sitting in my chair. Well next thing H Ditty knows he's smelling shit of the likes he's never smelled before. Looks over to see if BP is in the chair and sees a pile of steaming bloody shit. ON MY CHAIR! So needless to say he was taken into the vet that day and they did all kinds of expensive tests to determine he's got swollen anal glands or something of the like.
So now he gets fed a special prescribed diabetic soft food. The others eat the hard version. He also is only supposed to eat twice a day which means the others only get to eat twice a day. He gets put on the landing to the basement stairs to eat while the others have theirs in our bedroom. He prefers theirs and two of them prefer his but of course he's not supposed to have it. Because of this none of them finish their portions. The other two, Cry Baby and Whiskers (also well earned), I will let eat the remainder of his food so it doesn't go to waste but not so him. We toss theirs back in the bag. There are times, like this morning, that he won't eat until the next time because he doesn't eat his food in hopes of getting the hard. Which I, I admit, will let him do every now and then, at least a little bit so he's not starving. H Ditty gets very upset with me. :p
If he doesn't get his way or is locked in the basement longer than he wants without H Ditty or myself there he will take a shit behind our tv. Monday I got home with 5 minutes to spare before H Ditty had to go to work. I walked out with him to go deposit my check. Normally I feed them as soon as I walk in the door but since I wanted to make the bank before they closed I didn't this time. I was gone less than 20 minutes. As soon as I walked in the back door I smelled it, nasty shit smell. I was hoping and praying that one of them had just taken one but I should have known better. I went down the basement and sitting on top of the litter was a pile of shit that which ever one did it didn't bother to cover up, so I did it. A few minutes later I notice the smell is still there just as strong as it had been. So I look behind the tv and sure enough that fucking cat left a pile. The only good thing about it was that it wasn't bloody and it at least was more solid then normal.
Wednesday I walk in the back door and not two steps into the kitchen is a soupy mess of BP's puke. He doesn't upchuck like most cats. There's hardly ever any solid mass, it's almost always watery that when it dries looks like piss. Always pleasant to step into in the middle of the night, blech!
Then, THEN!, last night I walk in the door and the smell of cat piss hits me. We've never had that before! I've asked family and friends, ones I know would tell me the truth, if our house smelled at all like cats, even as far back as when we had 6 of them, and I was always told no. H Ditty is up and on his computer in the basement so I go down there and ask him if he smelled it too. He does and has looked around but couldn't find it anywhere. I too looked and couldn't find it. At one point H Ditty says to me, "Pick one." So I said in a facetious way, "Brat Prince." He responds, "No, we each pick one cat and the other two go." He can be pissy when he wants to be. I sprayed febreeze on every one of the steps, the only carpeted area, and that didn't seem to help at all. The litter box didn't look particularly bad so I didn't bother with it. But after inspecting every nook and cranny and not finding anything I decided to clean it out anyway, normally I do it before I go to bed. Three scoops had the strongest ammonia odor I had ever smelled. Within minutes of that bag being taken out the smell went away. What was weird is that when I went over to the box before and took a deep whiff I didn't smell anything but the litter smell, no shit or piss mixed in. So at least that incident turned out ok.
The little bastard also wakes me up in the morning wanting fed. If he doesn't eat all of his food and I don't let him eat even one bite of the hard the night before he'll start bugging me as early as 3am. He's an Abyssinian so he's pretty tiny and doesn't weigh but 7lbs if that. But he'll run up and down my body, jump on it and "bite" any exposed skin he can get to. This morning he was nice and waited until 5:00. When he starts then Cry Baby starts acting up too. He usually chases BP around and up and down me and the bed. Now Cry Baby is a big cat, I haven't weighed him in awhile but I'm sure he's at least 14lbs. He hurts when he pounces or runs across me. The bad thing is is that I can't kick them out of the room, their litter box and water are in there. We plan on changing that one of these days but we're procrastinators so who knows when that'll happen.
Media quote of the day: Saved by kitty litter - Catwoman in Batman Returns
You see, he has a disease that if he eats hard food it will make him have bloody shits. We found this out when he started taking shits behind the tv and they were very bloody. Actually he'd taken a few before in the litter box but they had been so far between each other and not very bloody we didn't really think much of it. I kept telling H Ditty to take him to the vet (easier for him since he doesn't work during the day) but for whatever reasons he hadn't done it. Then one morning he's sitting at his computer and BP is sitting in my chair. Well next thing H Ditty knows he's smelling shit of the likes he's never smelled before. Looks over to see if BP is in the chair and sees a pile of steaming bloody shit. ON MY CHAIR! So needless to say he was taken into the vet that day and they did all kinds of expensive tests to determine he's got swollen anal glands or something of the like.
So now he gets fed a special prescribed diabetic soft food. The others eat the hard version. He also is only supposed to eat twice a day which means the others only get to eat twice a day. He gets put on the landing to the basement stairs to eat while the others have theirs in our bedroom. He prefers theirs and two of them prefer his but of course he's not supposed to have it. Because of this none of them finish their portions. The other two, Cry Baby and Whiskers (also well earned), I will let eat the remainder of his food so it doesn't go to waste but not so him. We toss theirs back in the bag. There are times, like this morning, that he won't eat until the next time because he doesn't eat his food in hopes of getting the hard. Which I, I admit, will let him do every now and then, at least a little bit so he's not starving. H Ditty gets very upset with me. :p
If he doesn't get his way or is locked in the basement longer than he wants without H Ditty or myself there he will take a shit behind our tv. Monday I got home with 5 minutes to spare before H Ditty had to go to work. I walked out with him to go deposit my check. Normally I feed them as soon as I walk in the door but since I wanted to make the bank before they closed I didn't this time. I was gone less than 20 minutes. As soon as I walked in the back door I smelled it, nasty shit smell. I was hoping and praying that one of them had just taken one but I should have known better. I went down the basement and sitting on top of the litter was a pile of shit that which ever one did it didn't bother to cover up, so I did it. A few minutes later I notice the smell is still there just as strong as it had been. So I look behind the tv and sure enough that fucking cat left a pile. The only good thing about it was that it wasn't bloody and it at least was more solid then normal.
Wednesday I walk in the back door and not two steps into the kitchen is a soupy mess of BP's puke. He doesn't upchuck like most cats. There's hardly ever any solid mass, it's almost always watery that when it dries looks like piss. Always pleasant to step into in the middle of the night, blech!
Then, THEN!, last night I walk in the door and the smell of cat piss hits me. We've never had that before! I've asked family and friends, ones I know would tell me the truth, if our house smelled at all like cats, even as far back as when we had 6 of them, and I was always told no. H Ditty is up and on his computer in the basement so I go down there and ask him if he smelled it too. He does and has looked around but couldn't find it anywhere. I too looked and couldn't find it. At one point H Ditty says to me, "Pick one." So I said in a facetious way, "Brat Prince." He responds, "No, we each pick one cat and the other two go." He can be pissy when he wants to be. I sprayed febreeze on every one of the steps, the only carpeted area, and that didn't seem to help at all. The litter box didn't look particularly bad so I didn't bother with it. But after inspecting every nook and cranny and not finding anything I decided to clean it out anyway, normally I do it before I go to bed. Three scoops had the strongest ammonia odor I had ever smelled. Within minutes of that bag being taken out the smell went away. What was weird is that when I went over to the box before and took a deep whiff I didn't smell anything but the litter smell, no shit or piss mixed in. So at least that incident turned out ok.
The little bastard also wakes me up in the morning wanting fed. If he doesn't eat all of his food and I don't let him eat even one bite of the hard the night before he'll start bugging me as early as 3am. He's an Abyssinian so he's pretty tiny and doesn't weigh but 7lbs if that. But he'll run up and down my body, jump on it and "bite" any exposed skin he can get to. This morning he was nice and waited until 5:00. When he starts then Cry Baby starts acting up too. He usually chases BP around and up and down me and the bed. Now Cry Baby is a big cat, I haven't weighed him in awhile but I'm sure he's at least 14lbs. He hurts when he pounces or runs across me. The bad thing is is that I can't kick them out of the room, their litter box and water are in there. We plan on changing that one of these days but we're procrastinators so who knows when that'll happen.
Media quote of the day: Saved by kitty litter - Catwoman in Batman Returns
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Damn power
Yesterday was the first day since I've been at this job that I actually truly worked. Sure I've done work before but nothing like yesterday. I was doing things for 4 different guys at the same time. Plus our receptionist is on vacation so I have to answer the phone and man the door while doing all of that other stuff. Normally our phone doesn't ring that much but one of the gentlemen is selling some property and the work number is the number he gave out. So therefore, the phone was ringing more than normal. I definitely would have liked our receptionist back. But at least I felt like I earned my paycheck for once. And in all that chaos nothing funny happened, no one got pissed at anyone else, it all went rather smoothly. Which is good, shows these people that I can multitask and all but it would've been nice if some kind of story came out of it.
This morning I was woken up to our power going out. I sleep with a fan going and when it quit working, in the middle of a pretty good dream I might add, I immediately woke up. I knew it was still too early for me to get up, since H Ditty had woken me up just a short while before feeding the cats, so I lay there hoping to fall back asleep. He had been down in the basement on the computer when the power went so he decided that it was good time to come upstairs and get me so I could help him pick up important stuff off the floor and unplug all the electronic shit in case the basement flooded again. So an hour before I even had to crack my eyes open for the first snooze I was in the basement unplugging and picking shit up.
I was thinking about laying back down again after we were done but knew it would be too damn quiet to lay there contentedly. Besides the fact that at least two cats would be all over me wanting attention. So instead I opted to go ahead and start getting ready for work. H Ditty had called the electric company's hot line and they mentioned that power was out in our town along with about 5 others and they had no timeline as to when it'd be back on. Luckily it wasn't raining much, it was more like a hard sprinkle so the basement should be fine as long as it stayed that way. I left for work and not two blocks away the power was on. And everywhere else I drove through for that matter. So I called H Ditty up to see if ours had come on in that short driving time but it hadn't. He did call about 15 minutes later though to say it had come on so no flooding worries. But now it's 10:30 and all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
So a small recap:
-- Sleeping peacefully dreaming a good dream.
-- Get woken up by dead silence
-- Have to go pick up items that can get destroyed and unplug electronics
-- Not worth laying back down again since it's too quite and cats would demand attention
-- All for nothing because it's not really raining very hard and the power is back on less than an hour later
I have some work I should be doing but I've done nothing but blow it off all morning so I guess I better quit writing this boring post and get on with it. But I don't want to, I just wanna go home.
EDIT: So H Ditty had gone fishing yesterday and caught a decent sized salmon. I was just searcing recipes on how to even begin cooking one of these things, it'll be my first fish cooking experience, when I came across this site . I'm very tempted to try it.
Media quote of the day: I wanna go home/Take off this uniform/And leave the show. = Stop - The Wall - Pink Floyd
This morning I was woken up to our power going out. I sleep with a fan going and when it quit working, in the middle of a pretty good dream I might add, I immediately woke up. I knew it was still too early for me to get up, since H Ditty had woken me up just a short while before feeding the cats, so I lay there hoping to fall back asleep. He had been down in the basement on the computer when the power went so he decided that it was good time to come upstairs and get me so I could help him pick up important stuff off the floor and unplug all the electronic shit in case the basement flooded again. So an hour before I even had to crack my eyes open for the first snooze I was in the basement unplugging and picking shit up.
I was thinking about laying back down again after we were done but knew it would be too damn quiet to lay there contentedly. Besides the fact that at least two cats would be all over me wanting attention. So instead I opted to go ahead and start getting ready for work. H Ditty had called the electric company's hot line and they mentioned that power was out in our town along with about 5 others and they had no timeline as to when it'd be back on. Luckily it wasn't raining much, it was more like a hard sprinkle so the basement should be fine as long as it stayed that way. I left for work and not two blocks away the power was on. And everywhere else I drove through for that matter. So I called H Ditty up to see if ours had come on in that short driving time but it hadn't. He did call about 15 minutes later though to say it had come on so no flooding worries. But now it's 10:30 and all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
So a small recap:
-- Sleeping peacefully dreaming a good dream.
-- Get woken up by dead silence
-- Have to go pick up items that can get destroyed and unplug electronics
-- Not worth laying back down again since it's too quite and cats would demand attention
-- All for nothing because it's not really raining very hard and the power is back on less than an hour later
I have some work I should be doing but I've done nothing but blow it off all morning so I guess I better quit writing this boring post and get on with it. But I don't want to, I just wanna go home.
EDIT: So H Ditty had gone fishing yesterday and caught a decent sized salmon. I was just searcing recipes on how to even begin cooking one of these things, it'll be my first fish cooking experience, when I came across this site . I'm very tempted to try it.
Media quote of the day: I wanna go home/Take off this uniform/And leave the show. = Stop - The Wall - Pink Floyd
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Monday, August 21, 2006
Fishy Wake Up!
Saturday morning we got up to go fishing at 6. We were supposed to be up by 5 but H Ditty set the alarm for pm by mistake since that's what he's used to doing for work. But because of the cats wanting fed I was woken up around 5:45ish. We fed them, threw on some clothes, stopped off at a gas station to buy a cheap styrofoam cooler to put the fish in, headed over to his work where a co-worker was loaning us a fishing rod and knife then on down to the lake. We went to the little store there to buy some minnows and my license and as we're heading out the door H Ditty realizes that he forgot his wallet at home with his license in it. We thought for a few seconds of not going back for it but Murphy's Law would've kicked in and he for sure would've been asked to show it. So we went all the way back home to get it. By the time we made it back down to the lake it was almost 7:00. That's a little late for starting but not too bad.
We walked along all these big boulders down to the very end (they were like a pier going out into the water) where we set up. Now in between every rock and boulder were spiders and spider webs. My last post said how I can't stand either one but especially the webs, I was thoroughly freaked out for a little while. But the cute ducks swimming around and a father and son who were also there at the end distracted me. Until I stood up to cast. I had been leaning on one of the boulders and when I went to reposition myself I looked back at it and there right where I had been was this HUGE spider, it had to be at least an inch long and it was this weird reddish brown color. I'd have taken a picture of it but we didn't bring the camera. So, yeah, I stood up for awhile after that.
The damn fish kept nibbling but never really bit. I mean we did catch a couple but they were too small so we threw 'em back in. Although there must have been a decent sized one or two in there; both of lost the whole bait and hook.
Over all though it was nice. It got us up and out of the house which we normally don't do, we're both homebodies. It also was a pleasant couple of hours with each other without the tv or computer going and that's always good.
Oh yeah, we were never asked to show our licenses, figures.
The evening held our poker game. I guess complaining about coming in 2nd was heard. I went out 4th. But H Ditty won so it's all good.
Media quote of the day: Fishy, wake up, why are you sleeping!?! - Darla in Finding Nemo
We walked along all these big boulders down to the very end (they were like a pier going out into the water) where we set up. Now in between every rock and boulder were spiders and spider webs. My last post said how I can't stand either one but especially the webs, I was thoroughly freaked out for a little while. But the cute ducks swimming around and a father and son who were also there at the end distracted me. Until I stood up to cast. I had been leaning on one of the boulders and when I went to reposition myself I looked back at it and there right where I had been was this HUGE spider, it had to be at least an inch long and it was this weird reddish brown color. I'd have taken a picture of it but we didn't bring the camera. So, yeah, I stood up for awhile after that.
The damn fish kept nibbling but never really bit. I mean we did catch a couple but they were too small so we threw 'em back in. Although there must have been a decent sized one or two in there; both of lost the whole bait and hook.
Over all though it was nice. It got us up and out of the house which we normally don't do, we're both homebodies. It also was a pleasant couple of hours with each other without the tv or computer going and that's always good.
Oh yeah, we were never asked to show our licenses, figures.
The evening held our poker game. I guess complaining about coming in 2nd was heard. I went out 4th. But H Ditty won so it's all good.
Media quote of the day: Fishy, wake up, why are you sleeping!?! - Darla in Finding Nemo
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Spidey, Spidey where are you?
I killed a spider last night that was running willy nilly on my bedroom wall. Which set off a link of thoughts. First it made me think of Robyn and her saying in a few different posts how she won't kill spiders that are in the home as long as they keep their webs clean. Which made me think of spiderwebs and how I can't stand them. Hate them more than the spiders themselves. Which then made me think of a conversation I had with my SIL and her mother a few weeks back. We were talking about bugs and then spiders and who hates what and how much. Apparently my SIL's nephew has a phobia of spiders which made me wonder if he had ever read Stephen King's IT. And if he had, when he got to the end I wondered how freaked out he was. But they told me not to even mention spiders to him or he'd be jumpy for the rest of the day. Poor kid.
Which then made me think of the time about a month ago when I was driving home from a cousins wedding with a fairly decent sized black spider crawling around inside my car. Freaked me the hell out. I had my elbow resting on my door when out of the corner of my eye I see this dark shape coming towards it. It was nighttime so I couldn't tell what it was and when I jerked my elbow back in astonishment it did it's spidey thing and turned and ran down the side of the door; where my feet were in dress shoes. So in other words, the tops were bare. My mother who was sitting in the passenger seat asked me what was wrong so I told her and she tried to look for it but it was too dark. So for the next couple of minutes every few seconds I felt like I had something on my feet. I mentioned that to her and then she started feeling like it. But about 5 minutes later it ran across the top of the dashboard. I hurriedly got a Kleenex for her and she smashed that motherfucker good.
We had a few bags of lawn clippings inside our garage for a little over a week. We forgot to take them out to the curb when it was time. Anyway, after the car thought my mind turned to when H Ditty and I opened the garage door to talk about something in there and saw that the lawn bags were still there. In and around the bags are bunches and bunches of spiders and webs. There was a wicked looking spider right in front of us in its web that was between two of the bags. When we opened the door we startled another smaller spider that went running up the side of the right bag. The wicked one went running through its web grabbed the smaller one took it back into its web and started wrapping it up. Now I'd seen that happen on tv shows but never in real life. It was awesome to see but at the same time a little scary.
So after all those thoughts it took me a little while before I could turn off the light without worrying about one crawling on me as I slept.
Media quote of the day: Delbert McClintock: There ain't no spiders here.
Collins: Look! There's a giant spider web over there in the corner.
Delbert McClintock: Well yes, a spider web would reveal an arachnid presence
small scene from Arachnophobia
Which then made me think of the time about a month ago when I was driving home from a cousins wedding with a fairly decent sized black spider crawling around inside my car. Freaked me the hell out. I had my elbow resting on my door when out of the corner of my eye I see this dark shape coming towards it. It was nighttime so I couldn't tell what it was and when I jerked my elbow back in astonishment it did it's spidey thing and turned and ran down the side of the door; where my feet were in dress shoes. So in other words, the tops were bare. My mother who was sitting in the passenger seat asked me what was wrong so I told her and she tried to look for it but it was too dark. So for the next couple of minutes every few seconds I felt like I had something on my feet. I mentioned that to her and then she started feeling like it. But about 5 minutes later it ran across the top of the dashboard. I hurriedly got a Kleenex for her and she smashed that motherfucker good.
We had a few bags of lawn clippings inside our garage for a little over a week. We forgot to take them out to the curb when it was time. Anyway, after the car thought my mind turned to when H Ditty and I opened the garage door to talk about something in there and saw that the lawn bags were still there. In and around the bags are bunches and bunches of spiders and webs. There was a wicked looking spider right in front of us in its web that was between two of the bags. When we opened the door we startled another smaller spider that went running up the side of the right bag. The wicked one went running through its web grabbed the smaller one took it back into its web and started wrapping it up. Now I'd seen that happen on tv shows but never in real life. It was awesome to see but at the same time a little scary.
So after all those thoughts it took me a little while before I could turn off the light without worrying about one crawling on me as I slept.
Media quote of the day: Delbert McClintock: There ain't no spiders here.
Collins: Look! There's a giant spider web over there in the corner.
Delbert McClintock: Well yes, a spider web would reveal an arachnid presence
small scene from Arachnophobia
I still nominate...
Just wanted to get this down while it's still fresh in my mind. The radio station that I listen to in the morning while getting ready for work has this thing every Thursday called Open Phone Thursday. It's where anyone can call in and talk about anything they want to. This chick calls up to thank them for doing what they're doing in regards to the guy who got ate by the wood chipper the other day. I guess they've got some link on the website where people can go to to donate money for his family. And then the dj's and this chick start talking benefits, such as, the station will help promote and go to a benefit where they'll give out stuff to help raise money for them. They of course can't do it themselves but they'll help out if anyone wants to do one. Alright, no problem, it's they're prerogative.
This is where I have a problem. The main dj goes on to say how he had read an article where the dead guys friend and coworker was interviewed. He says that the chipper was an unfamiliar borrowed and faulty machine. So, dead guy was using a machine that wasn't his, wasn't familiar with the operations of it and obviously didn't make sure the safety precautions worked before using it. Because that was the faulty part, the switch or whatever that would reverse the teeth didn't work. So the teeth grabbed the guys foot and continued to pull him in. Also, friend says how everyone who's used that machine has used their foot. The dj also says how people he knows personally have used feet to shove wood further into their chipper so those of us listening shouldn't judge so quickly. BULLSHIT
As I said yesterday, tragic, horrible accident. But still, dumbass. It doesn't matter that the safety switch didn't work, it doesn't matter that everyone and their brother used their foot, it doesn't even matter that he left a family behind. What does matter is that he USED HIS FOOT not another piece of wood. What matters is that he didn't turn the machine off before trying to dislodge the stuck piece. What matters is that he didn't think of his family before doing what he did.
It's awful, absolutely and I'm sorry for his family and friends. The guy was a dumbass though.
Media quote of the day: Can't think of anything to go with this, nothing seems to fit.
This is where I have a problem. The main dj goes on to say how he had read an article where the dead guys friend and coworker was interviewed. He says that the chipper was an unfamiliar borrowed and faulty machine. So, dead guy was using a machine that wasn't his, wasn't familiar with the operations of it and obviously didn't make sure the safety precautions worked before using it. Because that was the faulty part, the switch or whatever that would reverse the teeth didn't work. So the teeth grabbed the guys foot and continued to pull him in. Also, friend says how everyone who's used that machine has used their foot. The dj also says how people he knows personally have used feet to shove wood further into their chipper so those of us listening shouldn't judge so quickly. BULLSHIT
As I said yesterday, tragic, horrible accident. But still, dumbass. It doesn't matter that the safety switch didn't work, it doesn't matter that everyone and their brother used their foot, it doesn't even matter that he left a family behind. What does matter is that he USED HIS FOOT not another piece of wood. What matters is that he didn't turn the machine off before trying to dislodge the stuck piece. What matters is that he didn't think of his family before doing what he did.
It's awful, absolutely and I'm sorry for his family and friends. The guy was a dumbass though.
Media quote of the day: Can't think of anything to go with this, nothing seems to fit.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I nominate....
I heard on the radio this morning that a guy over the border in WI accidentally killed himself. As soon as I heard the story I thought that the Darwin Awards should snatch it up right quick. This was tragic, no doubt about it, and being that he lives so close someone I know may very well know him (his name has not been released yet), hell I may even know who he was. But it's just so stupid. He's the OWNER of a tree shredding business. A chunk of wood got caught in the machine and this guy used his foot to try to push it through. Then his foot got caught and before his employees could get to him to free him the shredder sucked him in and chucked him out. I feel for his family and friends I really do, buuuut, he was a complete dumbass.
This weekend is poker weekend again. I'm getting a little pissed that I'm not winning, 2nd is nice and all, it shows that I'm a good player in our little group. But it also shows that I'm doing something wrong. Maybe it's because I don't bluff, at least not enough. It's that I don't want to go out early or lose too many chips so I don't take the chance. Which because I don't bluff and all the guys know it is the exact reason I should do it more often. Not go crazy or anything, just do it a little more. Because when I do have a good hand and I bet a decent amount unless they really have something they all tend to fold very quickly. This tendency to not want to go out or lose a lot of chips is also why it's fairly easy to bluff me out. I've been pissed with myself after this has happened. You'd think that after playing for a year and a half I'd get over it.
Just heard that boss man is on his way back in. He was out all morning at a meeting and it was bliss. It's 1:30 so even if he's back in less then 15 minutes (which he didn't say so we don't know) it won't be too bad. He's one of those guys that always has a phone to his ear. So when he first gets back he'll listen to voicemail then return all the calls he needs to. I'm hoping he'll do all that before I hear the first "Katrina" out of his mouth anyway. I'm also hoping, of course, that he won't be back for quite sometime. His meeting was in a town an hour away, if we're lucky he called right when he got in his car.
EDIT: WOO HOO, he's gone for the day and it's only 4:00. He got in at 2:00 and within minutes had called me into his office to dictate a letter and give me a few more things to do. But as he's giving me the things he says for me to do the letter first as he's going to be leaving as soon as that and one of the other items were taken care of. Then he proceeded to get on the phone and have two very long conversations. I finished my list, he signed two letters, and then got the hell out of here. So not only was he only here two hours but as he's leaving he's saying goodbye to everyone saying he won't be in tomorrow or Friday either. He'll of course call quite a few times throughout the days but at least we won't be seeing him.
EDIT 2: My homepage is Yahoo.com and I always read the headline news. Apparently there's a guy being held in the death of JonBenet Ramsey in Thailand of all places. I truly didn't think they'd every arrest anyone in that case.
Media quote of the day: And I guess that was your accomplice in the woodchipper. - Marge Gunderson in Fargo
This weekend is poker weekend again. I'm getting a little pissed that I'm not winning, 2nd is nice and all, it shows that I'm a good player in our little group. But it also shows that I'm doing something wrong. Maybe it's because I don't bluff, at least not enough. It's that I don't want to go out early or lose too many chips so I don't take the chance. Which because I don't bluff and all the guys know it is the exact reason I should do it more often. Not go crazy or anything, just do it a little more. Because when I do have a good hand and I bet a decent amount unless they really have something they all tend to fold very quickly. This tendency to not want to go out or lose a lot of chips is also why it's fairly easy to bluff me out. I've been pissed with myself after this has happened. You'd think that after playing for a year and a half I'd get over it.
Just heard that boss man is on his way back in. He was out all morning at a meeting and it was bliss. It's 1:30 so even if he's back in less then 15 minutes (which he didn't say so we don't know) it won't be too bad. He's one of those guys that always has a phone to his ear. So when he first gets back he'll listen to voicemail then return all the calls he needs to. I'm hoping he'll do all that before I hear the first "Katrina" out of his mouth anyway. I'm also hoping, of course, that he won't be back for quite sometime. His meeting was in a town an hour away, if we're lucky he called right when he got in his car.
EDIT: WOO HOO, he's gone for the day and it's only 4:00. He got in at 2:00 and within minutes had called me into his office to dictate a letter and give me a few more things to do. But as he's giving me the things he says for me to do the letter first as he's going to be leaving as soon as that and one of the other items were taken care of. Then he proceeded to get on the phone and have two very long conversations. I finished my list, he signed two letters, and then got the hell out of here. So not only was he only here two hours but as he's leaving he's saying goodbye to everyone saying he won't be in tomorrow or Friday either. He'll of course call quite a few times throughout the days but at least we won't be seeing him.
EDIT 2: My homepage is Yahoo.com and I always read the headline news. Apparently there's a guy being held in the death of JonBenet Ramsey in Thailand of all places. I truly didn't think they'd every arrest anyone in that case.
Media quote of the day: And I guess that was your accomplice in the woodchipper. - Marge Gunderson in Fargo
Monday, August 14, 2006
One of those days
Have you ever had a day where you just knew you'd be called into the bosses office and get a reeming? Or at the very least, he'd/she'd ask you about something that you haven't done yet and you knew it'd cause a problem? I had one of those mornings today. The thing is, I had done everything that I was supposed to do by Friday night so there wasn't anything to be worried about. But for some reason I had that anxiety thing going on. The good thing is he didn't show up until 10:30 and then he left at 3:00. The I got to leave at 3:45 to go pick up some plans from a surveying company. So the day actually went just fine with no problems. That was nice but I sure did hate the feelings until he left.
My weekend went pretty well. As posted in the wee hours of Friday night/Saturday morning I went to see Local H. It was great show, had a grand ole time. Then Saturday and Sunday didn't do a whole lot. H Ditty learned how to play cribbage a couple weeks back at work so then he taught me how. Saturday before he had to go to bed we played about 4 or 5 games and I kicked his ass. Well, to be honest I just won more than kicked ass. But it was still a lot of fun.
Watched a few more old time movie favorites. Mr and Mrs Smith - kick ass movie; Then because I hadn't gotten enough Brad Pitt I wastched Fight Club - another kick ass movie; then brought it down with Much Ado About Nothing - which I used a media quote from in an earlier post. Then because Kenneth Bransgh sounds a lot like Rowen Atkinson I decided to watch Black Adder II. If you like British humor and haven't seen Black Adder get ye to a video store and buy it. It's some of the best tv that ever came out of England.
We have a friend coming to stay with us in a few weeks for H Ditty's fantasy football picks. He's from Oklahoma and instead of just calling in his picks he's actually spending loads of money to come up for the weekend. Which is nice and all but now we have to spend time REALLY cleaning the place up. So I guess that's what I'll be doing over the next couple of weekends.
Media quote of the day: Thank you young crone! Here is a purse of moneys...which I'm not going to give you. Black Adder in Black Adder II in Bells
My weekend went pretty well. As posted in the wee hours of Friday night/Saturday morning I went to see Local H. It was great show, had a grand ole time. Then Saturday and Sunday didn't do a whole lot. H Ditty learned how to play cribbage a couple weeks back at work so then he taught me how. Saturday before he had to go to bed we played about 4 or 5 games and I kicked his ass. Well, to be honest I just won more than kicked ass. But it was still a lot of fun.
Watched a few more old time movie favorites. Mr and Mrs Smith - kick ass movie; Then because I hadn't gotten enough Brad Pitt I wastched Fight Club - another kick ass movie; then brought it down with Much Ado About Nothing - which I used a media quote from in an earlier post. Then because Kenneth Bransgh sounds a lot like Rowen Atkinson I decided to watch Black Adder II. If you like British humor and haven't seen Black Adder get ye to a video store and buy it. It's some of the best tv that ever came out of England.
We have a friend coming to stay with us in a few weeks for H Ditty's fantasy football picks. He's from Oklahoma and instead of just calling in his picks he's actually spending loads of money to come up for the weekend. Which is nice and all but now we have to spend time REALLY cleaning the place up. So I guess that's what I'll be doing over the next couple of weekends.
Media quote of the day: Thank you young crone! Here is a purse of moneys...which I'm not going to give you. Black Adder in Black Adder II in Bells
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Silly things
Fun stuff for the day
I guess it's time to work on my logical shit
Media quote of the day: Wasting time in Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett
Your Pirate Name Is... |
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You Are 27 Years Old |
 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
In a Past Life... |
 You Were: An Arrogant Belly Dancer. Where You Lived: Turkey. How You Died: Decapitation. |
Your IQ Is 105 |
 Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional Your General Knowledge is Above Average |
I guess it's time to work on my logical shit
Media quote of the day: Wasting time in Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett
My buzzed bordering on drunken post
It's 4:31 in the am of Saturday the 12th. I'm still buzzed from earlier. Went and saw an awsome show by Local H. I haven't seen them in years. Went with 3 of my brothers and two SIL's. We had a great time, drank more than I probably should have. One Jager, and two hanging nazis or as our bartender called 'em, dead nazis. I don't give a rats ass what they're called, they're fuckin good. Love Jager but this shit puts that away. Apparently it's Jager and Rumpleman's mixed. They cut eachother and it just smooth goodness going down. So those three along with Long Islands, even though they were made from mix, I'm pretty well buzzed. Was getting pissed for awhile, my brothers and myself spending money on these damn drinks and not feeling anythign is just wrong. But finally, near the end of the show and my las LI I started to feel it. So of course to make sure I did we did the 3rd or I guess I should say 2nd haning nazi.
But back to Local H. If ya'll havent heard of them or even if you have, you have to listen to 'em more often. Great band that doesn't get their due. I grew up with the singer, don't have the 1st fucking clue who the drummer is. I take that back, he's from Queen's of the Stone Age. So I know one fucking clue about him. Heh. Couldn't fucking see the motherfucker though. Every now and then we'd see a drum stick in the air but otherwise it was just good ole Scott up there by himself. AT least that's what it looked like. But it was a great fucking show none the less. Is that hyphenated? Ah, who gives a fuck. I'm about to fall asleep sitting here typng this shit as I'm sure you about to fall asleep reading it.
Basically just wanted to say great show tonight, need to do this more often. You all need to get out there and buy an album or two or hey, why not all of them. One of the best bands out there right now!
Media quote of the day:
I'm not mad/I'm just bored
And everything I do is only because
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you
And that includes you
Mess around with you
Piss away potential
Everyday is a waste
And I'm wasted everyday
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you - and that includes you
Mess around with you
You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror
- it gives me away
the things that I say
You think you know where I'm coming from
The words that I say when I'm playing dumb
It gives me away
It gives me away
One more thing before we go
I've stepped over everyone I know
Everyone I know
You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror
It give me away
You think you know where I'm coming from
The words I say when I'm playing dumb
It gives me away
It gives me away
It gives me away
I'm always ashamed
I'm always ashamed
and that's the way to be
Lyrics by Scott L of Local H
Now then, a disclaimer, drunken that is. The lyrics are as close as I could get them in the state i'm in and along with everything else I'm not going back to correct it so just fucking deal. Love ya!
But back to Local H. If ya'll havent heard of them or even if you have, you have to listen to 'em more often. Great band that doesn't get their due. I grew up with the singer, don't have the 1st fucking clue who the drummer is. I take that back, he's from Queen's of the Stone Age. So I know one fucking clue about him. Heh. Couldn't fucking see the motherfucker though. Every now and then we'd see a drum stick in the air but otherwise it was just good ole Scott up there by himself. AT least that's what it looked like. But it was a great fucking show none the less. Is that hyphenated? Ah, who gives a fuck. I'm about to fall asleep sitting here typng this shit as I'm sure you about to fall asleep reading it.
Basically just wanted to say great show tonight, need to do this more often. You all need to get out there and buy an album or two or hey, why not all of them. One of the best bands out there right now!
Media quote of the day:
I'm not mad/I'm just bored
And everything I do is only because
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you
And that includes you
Mess around with you
Piss away potential
Everyday is a waste
And I'm wasted everyday
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you - and that includes you
Mess around with you
You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror
- it gives me away
the things that I say
You think you know where I'm coming from
The words that I say when I'm playing dumb
It gives me away
It gives me away
One more thing before we go
I've stepped over everyone I know
Everyone I know
You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror
It give me away
You think you know where I'm coming from
The words I say when I'm playing dumb
It gives me away
It gives me away
It gives me away
I'm always ashamed
I'm always ashamed
and that's the way to be
Lyrics by Scott L of Local H
Now then, a disclaimer, drunken that is. The lyrics are as close as I could get them in the state i'm in and along with everything else I'm not going back to correct it so just fucking deal. Love ya!
Friday, August 4, 2006
FOOTBALL FOOTBALL FOOTBALL
Just wanted to say that I'm so happy it's August. That means it's almost autumn, THE ABSOLUTE BEST TIME OF YEAR and FOOTBALL is here. We are Saints fans in this house. My 2nd favorite team are Da Bears. H Ditty doesn't have a 2nd team, to him there is no other team but the Saints.
I'm excited, we have tickets to two games this year. Cleveland and Green Bay. I hope to God that they play better than last year against Green Bay. That was a sad sad day. Not only did the Saints get their ass handed to them but it was only 3 days after our wedding. We were hopeing for a great wedding present from them but nope didn't happen. Oh well, still had a good time.
We were hoping to get down to a game in New Orleans, especially the home opener but with me changing jobs we couldn't do it. Next year though we've gotta do whatever it takes. I'm having N'Awlins withdrawal.
Media quote of the day: Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez" (Let the Good Times Roll) - Just about any New Orleans musician
I'm excited, we have tickets to two games this year. Cleveland and Green Bay. I hope to God that they play better than last year against Green Bay. That was a sad sad day. Not only did the Saints get their ass handed to them but it was only 3 days after our wedding. We were hopeing for a great wedding present from them but nope didn't happen. Oh well, still had a good time.
We were hoping to get down to a game in New Orleans, especially the home opener but with me changing jobs we couldn't do it. Next year though we've gotta do whatever it takes. I'm having N'Awlins withdrawal.
Media quote of the day: Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez" (Let the Good Times Roll) - Just about any New Orleans musician
Thursday, August 3, 2006
Mmmm Denzel
I've read many blogs/journals out there where people have complained about getting forwards/joke e-mails. I have to say that for the most part it doesn't bother me. The ones I don't feel like reading I just delete but most of them I do read and actually enjoy. The really good ones I send on to the few people I know don't mind getting them, in other words the ones who send them to me. I guess what I'm saying is, if it really bugs you so much tell whoever it is that's sending them to cease and desist and be done with it. Why complain about it on your site? But then, who am I to say what someone should or shouldn't complain about. Look at me, I'm basically complaining about the people complaining. I'll shut up now.
Today was a pretty pleasant day at work. The boss is gone until Monday so I was able to surf the web with very little worry about getting caught. I went to all the sites I normally go to and enjoyed them all.
I love my husband (from here in out known as H Ditty) but damn sometimes I wish he'd get his shit together. I work days he works nights. When I get home for the day I change into my lounge around clothes which of course entails taking off the constraints they call a bra. Today was no exception. I'm kicking back, got the tv on in the background and checking my e-mail. I've been home for almost an hour, my laid back groove is grooving along. He calls me up. He needs me to bring him some money so he can chip in for an ice cream cake for a coworker who's last day it is. Plus some for his dinner from the place their all getting their food from. This is typical of him. He'll tell me as he's crawling into bed that, "Oh yeah, I forgot I'm supposed to bring the sodas, plates and plasticware tonight for (insert what ever party/dinner thing here)." So that means I have to drag my sorry ass to the store to get the shit and then I don't even get to partake. Rip off.
Or take last Sunday, I'm not planning on going anydamnwhere as I mentioned before. Mind you, he was up for about 4 hours after he got home from work, before going to bed. As he's finally going upstairs he asks, "Are you going anywhere today?"
"No, I told you I'm doing nothing today until tonight when I'm playing poker." "
"Well, I need you to do three things for me." Then proceeds to tell me that since we don't have any cash on us he needs me to go to the bank to get him money for some dinner that his coworkers are wanting to do. Something he could have done on his way home from work! Then, go to the store to get him Albacore tuna fish because he really likes it and I didn't get enough last time so he needs more. Go to the store your damn self dammit! And then go back to the camera store to take back the camera bag he bought for his camera and get a new one. Don't think so, you ended up not being happy with the one you picked out for yourself there's no way in hell I'm picking one out for you.
The only thing I did was get the money because I could go through a damn drive thru all skankafied and not give a shit. Don't worry, I put a bra, jeans and clean shirt on.
Shit that Denzel Washington is one HOT and BOOTYLICIOUS MAN. Turned around to look to see what was on tv and there was a closeup of him. He's been in my top five list on and off for many years now.
EDIT: So he wakes me up the next morning and tells me he has good and bad news. The good news, his share of the cake, etc was just over 2 bucks. The bad news, get this shit, he had 10 bucks in his wallet already. He thought he only had 5 and that wouldn't have been enough for his share plus food. But he didn't bother to look to make sure. MEN, gotta love 'em.
Media quote of the day: Will you have me, lady? - Denzel as Don Pedro in Much Ado About Nothing
Me - yes, yes I will.
Today was a pretty pleasant day at work. The boss is gone until Monday so I was able to surf the web with very little worry about getting caught. I went to all the sites I normally go to and enjoyed them all.
I love my husband (from here in out known as H Ditty) but damn sometimes I wish he'd get his shit together. I work days he works nights. When I get home for the day I change into my lounge around clothes which of course entails taking off the constraints they call a bra. Today was no exception. I'm kicking back, got the tv on in the background and checking my e-mail. I've been home for almost an hour, my laid back groove is grooving along. He calls me up. He needs me to bring him some money so he can chip in for an ice cream cake for a coworker who's last day it is. Plus some for his dinner from the place their all getting their food from. This is typical of him. He'll tell me as he's crawling into bed that, "Oh yeah, I forgot I'm supposed to bring the sodas, plates and plasticware tonight for (insert what ever party/dinner thing here)." So that means I have to drag my sorry ass to the store to get the shit and then I don't even get to partake. Rip off.
Or take last Sunday, I'm not planning on going anydamnwhere as I mentioned before. Mind you, he was up for about 4 hours after he got home from work, before going to bed. As he's finally going upstairs he asks, "Are you going anywhere today?"
"No, I told you I'm doing nothing today until tonight when I'm playing poker." "
"Well, I need you to do three things for me." Then proceeds to tell me that since we don't have any cash on us he needs me to go to the bank to get him money for some dinner that his coworkers are wanting to do. Something he could have done on his way home from work! Then, go to the store to get him Albacore tuna fish because he really likes it and I didn't get enough last time so he needs more. Go to the store your damn self dammit! And then go back to the camera store to take back the camera bag he bought for his camera and get a new one. Don't think so, you ended up not being happy with the one you picked out for yourself there's no way in hell I'm picking one out for you.
The only thing I did was get the money because I could go through a damn drive thru all skankafied and not give a shit. Don't worry, I put a bra, jeans and clean shirt on.
Shit that Denzel Washington is one HOT and BOOTYLICIOUS MAN. Turned around to look to see what was on tv and there was a closeup of him. He's been in my top five list on and off for many years now.
EDIT: So he wakes me up the next morning and tells me he has good and bad news. The good news, his share of the cake, etc was just over 2 bucks. The bad news, get this shit, he had 10 bucks in his wallet already. He thought he only had 5 and that wouldn't have been enough for his share plus food. But he didn't bother to look to make sure. MEN, gotta love 'em.
Media quote of the day: Will you have me, lady? - Denzel as Don Pedro in Much Ado About Nothing
Me - yes, yes I will.
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