If anyone has any ideas on how to re-vamp the look of my blog, I am open to suggestions. It's like having green shag carpet.
Linoleum? Tile? Wood flooring?
Options people. Options.
Friday, January 30, 2009
That nutty ghost
I still have no idea what the hell is wrong with my blog. I hope to have some time this weekend to fix it.....on to today's post!!
Our little ghosty-poo was up to his old tricks again last night. There is nothing like sitting in the living room with your family watching TV and then the toys in the bedroom start making noise like someone is playing with them. It's even worse, when your sitting on the couch and you can see down the hallway and into Molly's room and can actually see the lights on the toy light up. Ferrreaky!
It's a good thing I don't scare easily. Meh. Okay, I almost had to change my panties. Don't be judging me. If you don't have a ghost then you have no idea how reliable your bladder would be in this situation. Come over if you want to test it out. I won't point and laugh at the wet spot. Promise!
I don't mind that I can feel the presence in our house or that I can usually tell which room it's in. It hangs out in Molly's room mostly which is why she hates sleeping in there. Of course I can only assume that. Little kids have a way of knowing these things. She doesn't like being in her room, let alone sleep in there. Which reminds me, we need a bigger bed because our Queen size bed is getting a little small for 2 fat lesbians, a 3 year old and 2 dogs. God forbid if Eugene has a nightmare and needs to crawl in bed too. I don't know how much our poor bed can take.
I've never felt afraid of whatever is in our house, just always aware of it. It makes my skin crawl sometimes but I don't worry about it hurting us. So we go on with life and after almost 6 years in this house the little bugger is still hanging out with us. I just hope I don't wake up again to find a pile of random shit neatly stacked on top of each other. That incident was a bit more tinkle inducing than I care for.
Until he comes a knocking again I have stocked up on clean panties.
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Our little ghosty-poo was up to his old tricks again last night. There is nothing like sitting in the living room with your family watching TV and then the toys in the bedroom start making noise like someone is playing with them. It's even worse, when your sitting on the couch and you can see down the hallway and into Molly's room and can actually see the lights on the toy light up. Ferrreaky!
It's a good thing I don't scare easily. Meh. Okay, I almost had to change my panties. Don't be judging me. If you don't have a ghost then you have no idea how reliable your bladder would be in this situation. Come over if you want to test it out. I won't point and laugh at the wet spot. Promise!
I don't mind that I can feel the presence in our house or that I can usually tell which room it's in. It hangs out in Molly's room mostly which is why she hates sleeping in there. Of course I can only assume that. Little kids have a way of knowing these things. She doesn't like being in her room, let alone sleep in there. Which reminds me, we need a bigger bed because our Queen size bed is getting a little small for 2 fat lesbians, a 3 year old and 2 dogs. God forbid if Eugene has a nightmare and needs to crawl in bed too. I don't know how much our poor bed can take.
I've never felt afraid of whatever is in our house, just always aware of it. It makes my skin crawl sometimes but I don't worry about it hurting us. So we go on with life and after almost 6 years in this house the little bugger is still hanging out with us. I just hope I don't wake up again to find a pile of random shit neatly stacked on top of each other. That incident was a bit more tinkle inducing than I care for.
Until he comes a knocking again I have stocked up on clean panties.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Oh my holy hell
I told myself that I was not going to make any posts about my co-worker Amanda. I even went through my archives and deleted anything that was even remotely negative about her.
Why? Why?
Because I'm fucking stupid that's why. I was worried about hurting her feelings and I was worried that if she read some of the things I said about her that I would have trouble facing her and I would be completely embarrassed. I was being all whiny about not having the balls to say what I want to on MY blog.
Fuck that shit.
I'm about 2 seconds away from hurting her feelings and snapping her neck right after. If she isn't driving me insane with her wedding plans that I could care less about then she's being obnoxious with any one of a million clients on the phone and that is only the beginning!
She told my (our) assistant this morning that she was too defensive when she pointed out mistakes to her. I think being defensive with anything when it comes to Amanda is justified. She pointed out shit that was in my opinion totally stupid. And we all know that it's my opinion that counts. And only my opinion. I'm just saying. It's a given, but sometimes a reminder is needed.
This afternoon I was meeting with the accountant Kelly. When Kelly asked me a question Amanda answered before I could even draw in a breath to speak. Then when Kelly asked another question, she did it again. Even Kelly was annoyed. It's none of her business. Leave the accounting & bookkeeping to me sugar tits and you just keep on sniffing every one's ass.
Then she said "Oh I'm sorry, I should have let you answer. I think out loud and I should have kept my mouth shut." I ignored her. I should have responded. I'm such a pussy. I need to speak up, but my balls? They are missing. I've searched for them. I had them at one point. Brass ones. Big ones. Where did they go? I hear that they shrivel in cold water but they eventually return. I need to form a search party for them.
Missing: Kathy's Balls
Description: Big and brass
Last seen: Sometime in 2002
Reward: My undying love and devotion
What do you mean you could care less about my love and devotion? That hurts. Fucker.
Now? I want her to go the fuck away. I can't wait for the construction for our new office to be finished so she will be behind a door and out of my way and out of my business. I figure once she gets married and knocked up she'll resign and become a Stepford wife so I just have to hang in there for another year or so. Anyone know how to sabotage birth control?
I'm just saying.
Later Bitches.
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Why? Why?
Because I'm fucking stupid that's why. I was worried about hurting her feelings and I was worried that if she read some of the things I said about her that I would have trouble facing her and I would be completely embarrassed. I was being all whiny about not having the balls to say what I want to on MY blog.
Fuck that shit.
I'm about 2 seconds away from hurting her feelings and snapping her neck right after. If she isn't driving me insane with her wedding plans that I could care less about then she's being obnoxious with any one of a million clients on the phone and that is only the beginning!
She told my (our) assistant this morning that she was too defensive when she pointed out mistakes to her. I think being defensive with anything when it comes to Amanda is justified. She pointed out shit that was in my opinion totally stupid. And we all know that it's my opinion that counts. And only my opinion. I'm just saying. It's a given, but sometimes a reminder is needed.
This afternoon I was meeting with the accountant Kelly. When Kelly asked me a question Amanda answered before I could even draw in a breath to speak. Then when Kelly asked another question, she did it again. Even Kelly was annoyed. It's none of her business. Leave the accounting & bookkeeping to me sugar tits and you just keep on sniffing every one's ass.
Then she said "Oh I'm sorry, I should have let you answer. I think out loud and I should have kept my mouth shut." I ignored her. I should have responded. I'm such a pussy. I need to speak up, but my balls? They are missing. I've searched for them. I had them at one point. Brass ones. Big ones. Where did they go? I hear that they shrivel in cold water but they eventually return. I need to form a search party for them.
Missing: Kathy's Balls
Description: Big and brass
Last seen: Sometime in 2002
Reward: My undying love and devotion
What do you mean you could care less about my love and devotion? That hurts. Fucker.
Now? I want her to go the fuck away. I can't wait for the construction for our new office to be finished so she will be behind a door and out of my way and out of my business. I figure once she gets married and knocked up she'll resign and become a Stepford wife so I just have to hang in there for another year or so. Anyone know how to sabotage birth control?
I'm just saying.
Later Bitches.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
Whaa?
Something happened to my layout. It went berserk. I'm not sure I have the energy to even mess with it this week.
Ice storm rolled in. My boss doesn't think it's that bad and said everyone is overreacting. The governor declared a state of emergency for the entire state. But it's not that bad. *rolling eyes with much vigor*
I'm sure it will take me 3 hours to make my 20 minute drive home. Slick roads don't scare me, it's the 10 million idiots that get on the road the minute a droplet of moisture forms.
I will update soon. Promise.
Ice storm rolled in. My boss doesn't think it's that bad and said everyone is overreacting. The governor declared a state of emergency for the entire state. But it's not that bad. *rolling eyes with much vigor*
I'm sure it will take me 3 hours to make my 20 minute drive home. Slick roads don't scare me, it's the 10 million idiots that get on the road the minute a droplet of moisture forms.
I will update soon. Promise.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Critters
We all went to bed fairly early last night. Lin as usual was exhausted and was asleep shortly after 8:00 pm. I hate that her work is so physically draining. She's also having some back pain. I would be tired too if I were on my feet all day dealing with customers. Lucky for me I get to sit on my ass all day and the biggest risk to my health is paper cuts and carpal tunnel.
Molly & I crawled into bed because I didn't feel like dealing with the drama of putting her in her own bed and we were both asleep fairly quick. We all slept so sound. It was an awesome night. That is, until 4:30 this morning.
Depending on where everyone sleeps the dogs have their favorite place to sleep. Eugene keeps his door shut at night so they don't sleep with him. If Molly is in her own bed, 1 or both of the dogs are sleeping with her. If Molly, Lin and I are all in the same bed the dogs are with us too. Dobby sleeps under the covers, Claude sleeps on top. Weirdos.
At 4:30 am Claude rocketed off the bed and ran down the hall barking like a freaking lunatic. He barked like I have never heard him bark before. He ran out through the dog door, ran to the other end of the dog run and went completely berserk. It was such a guttural wild, hysterical bark that it was pretty frightening. It took us 10 minutes to get him to come back inside. I'm not sure where Dobby went, we were too worried about what the fuck Claude was freaking out about.
Because there is a history (story to be shared later) of possums present in our backyard, we can only assume that it was another one. Possibly looking for it's relative that dropped dead in our flower bed. It could also have been 1 of 2 cats that prowl around the neighborhood. The food and water are right next to the dog door and apparently at 4:30 this morning the temptation was too great and the critter was hungrier than it was scared.
At least I can say the big lug is a as good at guarding our house as he is at licking people to death. Not a bad character trait to have in a dog. The guarding...not the licking. After I got up this morning, I went outside to see if there was actually anything to see in the dog run. I didn't find any critters but I did find 5 empty Cheetos bags, 2 diapers, 3 balls, an empty coke bottle and a deck of cards.
I don't know what the hell kind of party goes on in that dog run when we're not home but I'm thinking an intervention might happen soon. I will be taking donations for Claude's rehab.
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Molly & I crawled into bed because I didn't feel like dealing with the drama of putting her in her own bed and we were both asleep fairly quick. We all slept so sound. It was an awesome night. That is, until 4:30 this morning.
Depending on where everyone sleeps the dogs have their favorite place to sleep. Eugene keeps his door shut at night so they don't sleep with him. If Molly is in her own bed, 1 or both of the dogs are sleeping with her. If Molly, Lin and I are all in the same bed the dogs are with us too. Dobby sleeps under the covers, Claude sleeps on top. Weirdos.
At 4:30 am Claude rocketed off the bed and ran down the hall barking like a freaking lunatic. He barked like I have never heard him bark before. He ran out through the dog door, ran to the other end of the dog run and went completely berserk. It was such a guttural wild, hysterical bark that it was pretty frightening. It took us 10 minutes to get him to come back inside. I'm not sure where Dobby went, we were too worried about what the fuck Claude was freaking out about.
Because there is a history (story to be shared later) of possums present in our backyard, we can only assume that it was another one. Possibly looking for it's relative that dropped dead in our flower bed. It could also have been 1 of 2 cats that prowl around the neighborhood. The food and water are right next to the dog door and apparently at 4:30 this morning the temptation was too great and the critter was hungrier than it was scared.
At least I can say the big lug is a as good at guarding our house as he is at licking people to death. Not a bad character trait to have in a dog. The guarding...not the licking. After I got up this morning, I went outside to see if there was actually anything to see in the dog run. I didn't find any critters but I did find 5 empty Cheetos bags, 2 diapers, 3 balls, an empty coke bottle and a deck of cards.
I don't know what the hell kind of party goes on in that dog run when we're not home but I'm thinking an intervention might happen soon. I will be taking donations for Claude's rehab.
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Bitchy
Just so you all know. I just threw everything off my desk and onto the floor and cried like a big baby.
I think that is the equivalent of throwing myself on the floor and kicking my feet.
My level of frustration and hate for my job and my boss is overwhelming. I've been sitting at my desk in tears trying with all my might to keep it together. All I want to do is walk the fuck out. If it weren't for that damn survival instinct and the instinct to provide for my children I would walk out. I sometimes envy people who can just up and quit and not worry about tomorrow.
I worry about tomorrow. I worry about next week, next month.
The urge to say "Fuck it" is very overwhelming.
Hanging on by a thread.
Ready to drop my basket.
Praying for relief.
Hopeless.
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I think that is the equivalent of throwing myself on the floor and kicking my feet.
My level of frustration and hate for my job and my boss is overwhelming. I've been sitting at my desk in tears trying with all my might to keep it together. All I want to do is walk the fuck out. If it weren't for that damn survival instinct and the instinct to provide for my children I would walk out. I sometimes envy people who can just up and quit and not worry about tomorrow.
I worry about tomorrow. I worry about next week, next month.
The urge to say "Fuck it" is very overwhelming.
Hanging on by a thread.
Ready to drop my basket.
Praying for relief.
Hopeless.
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Hate Mail
Oh my gosh. I need to start off by saying THANK YOU because apparently I have more than 3 readers. I received hate mail from all of them but hello? More than 3 readers! I'm just so tickled. Thanks for stopping by assholes, there is more to come that is sure to piss you off. Come back and see me ya hear?
Lets address both of the morons who emailed me a nasty little note shall we?
Robert M. said "Your a fucking idiot. You shouldn't be complaning about your job. At least you have a fucking job. Shut up and be gratfull that you are able to feed your kids and keep your house!"
First of all Bob, can I call you Bob? No? Okay, I'll just call you dick face. I consider myself quite intelligent as I am able to distinguish the difference between the words "your" and you're. A skill that you are apparently lacking. I would also reconsider using your spell check because dude! Secondly, if I stop complaining just because there are so many other people in the world that are worse off than I am then all of that pressure would just build up in my system and eventually blow out of one of my orifices. I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant so I'm just going to have to let it out. I will not stop complaining because someone else has more to complain about. If every person in the world did not complain because someone else had it worse then the world would be free of complainers with the exception of that one last person who has it worse than than the entire population of the world. So if I want to complain because I'm not happy with my job then I'm going to do it and you can suck it.
Tiffany0875 said "God you are suck a bitch. At least you have a job. My boyfriend was laid off from his factory job and now we have to move in with his parents and his mother hates me. She doesn't work either but she expects ME to pay her rent. She's so selfish. So stop complaining, there are people out here with REAL prblems. Okay?"
Oh my. I almost don't have to say anything about this one do I? I'm wondering if the first sentence is a Freudian slip. Miss Tiffany. Shut your hole, close your legs, move back home with your mother and watch the news. Watch the news twice a day. I'm begging you for the sake of everyone who has to share oxygen with you.
I understand that there are people who are struggling just to put food on the table and I'm sorry that such struggles exist but I am not going to shut my mouth because I am in a better situation than others. Everything is relative. I hate my job. End of story. I want to do something with my life that I enjoy, something I will be proud of, something that will not suck the life out of me on a daily basis. If I give in to this life of ho-hum, I'm not going to be happy. I want the happy. I want the fulfillment. I want to have pride. So if that seems outrageous to you because I'm an ingrate well then you can just suck it too.
Now where did I put my tiara?
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Lets address both of the morons who emailed me a nasty little note shall we?
Robert M. said "Your a fucking idiot. You shouldn't be complaning about your job. At least you have a fucking job. Shut up and be gratfull that you are able to feed your kids and keep your house!"
First of all Bob, can I call you Bob? No? Okay, I'll just call you dick face. I consider myself quite intelligent as I am able to distinguish the difference between the words "your" and you're. A skill that you are apparently lacking. I would also reconsider using your spell check because dude! Secondly, if I stop complaining just because there are so many other people in the world that are worse off than I am then all of that pressure would just build up in my system and eventually blow out of one of my orifices. I'm sure it wouldn't be pleasant so I'm just going to have to let it out. I will not stop complaining because someone else has more to complain about. If every person in the world did not complain because someone else had it worse then the world would be free of complainers with the exception of that one last person who has it worse than than the entire population of the world. So if I want to complain because I'm not happy with my job then I'm going to do it and you can suck it.
Tiffany0875 said "God you are suck a bitch. At least you have a job. My boyfriend was laid off from his factory job and now we have to move in with his parents and his mother hates me. She doesn't work either but she expects ME to pay her rent. She's so selfish. So stop complaining, there are people out here with REAL prblems. Okay?"
Oh my. I almost don't have to say anything about this one do I? I'm wondering if the first sentence is a Freudian slip. Miss Tiffany. Shut your hole, close your legs, move back home with your mother and watch the news. Watch the news twice a day. I'm begging you for the sake of everyone who has to share oxygen with you.
I understand that there are people who are struggling just to put food on the table and I'm sorry that such struggles exist but I am not going to shut my mouth because I am in a better situation than others. Everything is relative. I hate my job. End of story. I want to do something with my life that I enjoy, something I will be proud of, something that will not suck the life out of me on a daily basis. If I give in to this life of ho-hum, I'm not going to be happy. I want the happy. I want the fulfillment. I want to have pride. So if that seems outrageous to you because I'm an ingrate well then you can just suck it too.
Now where did I put my tiara?
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