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.

Just Shoot Me...

...when I turn 60 and do lunch with "the girls" and I happen to pull out the latest drug that was prescribed to me by the doctor for whatever the hell is ailing me and practically give the ladies a commercial about it.

...when I pull the Beano out of my purse because my lunch mate is complaining about foods that give her gas. Don't order the damn broccoli or cabbage or whatever it is that's gonna give you gas. And stop talking about your gas in public. Please.

...if I ever eat Yogurt Cheerios and start singing as horribly as they do on the commercial. "Woke up this mornin', feeling fine". Please, just put the gun to my temple now.

That's all I have to say right now. Bye.

Rest in Peace

We lost a love today. His name is Church. He had pneumonia and was too far gone to be rescued despite all our efforts.
He was such an animated cat and we'll never forget him. We rescued him from a previous upstairs neighbor when we lived in Erie. He was just a kitten and thrown out in an Erie blizzard and we took him in and have had him ever since, a little over a year now. He did get his Christmas gift early-Fancy Feast cat food. We miss him already.

I'm a Hufflepuff!

Like I said...

"You belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal,Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid to toil."