Hey! It's "Bring Your Goat To Work Day"!

I have been filling in at the warehouse that Tess works at, just doing some parts work for them with these parts that came out of PR China. There are 800 pieces in each crate and you have to take them out, one by one, gauge them, and repack them. All throughout these 8 or 9 crates we worked on, I noticed an unusual amount of animal hair, of which I figured came from a variety of domesticated goats. After picking this hair off of the parts for a few days, I finally asked Tess if she could call ZELRI, this company from China and ask them what the deal is. Come to find out, the day they packed these parts it was "Bring Your Goat To Work Day".
Theresa's coworker, Jim said that he has found a multitude of things in these crates, the most recent being some type of bird seed. That was from "Bring Your Chickens To Work Day". He's wondering how long it'll be before he finds a human finger in one of these crates. What would that be from? "Bring Your Severed Appendage To Work Day"? They sure have some strange customs over there in the Far East.

I'm kissing you

Pride can stand a thousand trials,
The strong will never fall.

But watching stars without you,
My soul cried.

Heaving heart is full of pain,
Oh, the aching.

I'm kissing you,
Oh,I'm kissing you.

Touch me deep, pure and true,
Gift to me forever.

I'm kissing you,
Oh,I'm kissing you.

Where are you now?
Where are you now?

I'm kissing you,
I'm kissing you, oh!

Ahhh, Spring is in the air!

It appears that in Erie, it is once again that time of year, Spring Cleanup. This brings to mind a phone call I received a couple years back early in the evening from my Dad

"Hey, Much. What are you doing? You want to go garbage-picking with me tonight?"
"Um, you know what, Dad, I'm actually busy right now. I'm stabbing my eardrums with a furniture upholstery hook, but maybe next time."

Aahhh, the memories. Happy 56th, Dad! Thanks for dinner! Hope you get a lot of use out of that camouflaged duffel bag.

Ooookaaayyyy...

What is it about when people become visibly irritated when you make a mistake that makes you want to piss them off more? Just askin'. Say maybe you're a cashier and you ring something up wrong and they roll their eyes and shake their head and it just makes you want to see how angry they can really get. Hey, you're at the starting gate, why not finish the race?

We'd like to take a moment to interrupt your usual program-

To the few bloggers out there who read this blog the past few days, I would like to say pardon the interruption. For those of you that had the privilege of bearing with me through the pain and the pain medication, thanks to you, too. I have to say that I somewhat enjoyed the creativity that Tylenol with codeine brought out in me, but I'd also like to say I'll pass..."No thanks, I'm full."
On that note, the creativity has been permanently deleted and we can now commence with the usual sarcasm that this blog was originally intended for. We now return to our regularly scheduled program. And for those of you that chose to post anonymously, fuck off! Get a backbone!

What's that about?

At the doctor's office, or basically any reception area, we've all been privileged to witness the old stand-by of, "I'm counting to three." This particular day a woman had a pre-schooler and we all got to hear her count many, many times. And you all know how this went: "One, two, two-and-a-quarter, two-and-a-half, two-and-three-quarters, I'm gonna count to three!" Um, I think you were well on your way. The majority of the waiting room was more than willing to offer up a hand to beat the child for her. Maybe she felt it was something that shouldn't have been done in public, but we were all okay with it, seriously. Now I know there are those of you that don't believe in spanking and to a degree, I am one of those people. However, I was more than willing to do the honors. Do you think she would have been offended had we offered?

Oops, my bad!

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for sending a forward. It was a forward that I received from a friend and it contained photographs with "ghosts" in the backgrounds. For those of you that received the forward and actually felt like you HAD to send it to at least 5 people or you would actually have bad luck, please do accept my sincerest apology. See, for those of you that read my blog (when I get around to fucking updating it), you already know that I can't stand forwards that tell me I have to send it on or else. BUT, I choose to delete or simply ignore those forwards. If it's a forward that asks me to send it back to the original sender and it meant that they are a special friend, I may try to send it back to said friend because maybe they just need to know that they're remembered, seeing how I don't always get the chance to hang out with certain friends as often as I used to. HOWEVER, on this occasion, I thought the photos were kind of interesting and I thought certain people that enjoy the paranormal as I do may enjoy viewing the photos also. Therefore, I chose to send it on and I did it as a forward because in the past when I have tried to only send the pics, the email has pretty much gone through as a blank and who the hell wants to receive a blank email? For those of you that maybe didn't think the photos were all that and couldn't care less, let me know and I'll be sure to not send you things that I feel are of interest. Let's just say, "My bad." For those of you that may not know this, I would like to add another item to the list of things I don't like: ASSHOLES. Thanks, people, I'm out of here. Have a good one.