Filed under: Weekly-ish Things
I almost forgot! I’ve been completely forgetting all the little weekly things I started doing these past few months with all that’s been going on. So here it is 9:32 pm on Wednesday! I barely made it! But I still made it. Woo!
So here are the words brought to us by Bone over at the 3 Word Wednesday Headquarters:
stroke
summer
leave
Easy Peasy (is that how you spell that? I have no idea…I’m from NC!)
Here’s what I came up with:
If this summer is any hotter than the last one, I’m going to have heat stroke and then not leave the house again until Fall (which will probably be around December).
So! Did you play?
Filed under: Public Humiliation, electronics are out to get me, general wonderment
Y’all would not believe how many people find my site by Googling “women buzz cuts” or some variation there of. And all from this post. And seriosly. I did not shave all my hair off. To those of you thinking of doing that?
No.
Just no.
I know the thought of not having to brush your hair or worry about the cowlicks, curling/flat irons, etc, but think about it. Do you really want to walk around looking like Britney Spears? Desperate with a dash of crazy? No. You don’t.
And while we’re on the subject, more than a few people have stumbled over here Googling thing such as “my dog ate my diet pills” and “my dog at vitamins”. But my personal favorite has to be “my dog’s leg is turning purple”.
OH MY GOD, DUDE TAKE YOUR DOG TO THE VET!!!
What the hell?!
I know when my dog has big gashes or has swallowed some drugs, the first thing I do is pop open the laptop and hop on over to Google. Maybe have a glass of wine. Chat on the phone. Catch up on my letter writing.
Shwaa?
So this one of for all of you who come here under the pretense of getting some answers about something your dog ate or did. Or if they’re swelling, bleeding, limping, loosing their hair, looking at you funny, or farting. CALL YOUR VET. OR BETTER YET, TAKE YOUR DOG TO THE VET. NOW!
Jeezy Creezy!
Next time, we’ll cover “can I give my dog fridge and pantry foods”…is that where you keep the DOG FOOD? In that case, yes., “What if my dog ate a squirrel?”…oh do not even get me started on that one. my hand still cramps up when it’s cold. Just let him eat the damn squirrel. and “hamster, fuzzy toes”. Say what now?
Y’all keep ‘em straight up thar! (and yes, long live Johnboy & Billy!!! Woo!)
Filed under: whineyness
*sigh*
I sold my Mitsubishi 3000gt. (vr-4…just to brag a little)
I am sad.
I miss it already.
It was such a thrill to drive. When I sold my horse, I bought that car. So I always thought of it as my “horse replacement”. I traded horse power for horse power. I mean, it wasn’t a “daily driver/grocery getter” type car, that’s what I have the Jeep for, but I’ll still miss the special outings every-so-often.
I’m trying to figure out what my next “thrill” thing will be. (did that sound as bad as I think it did? thrill thing! Woo!)
Something tells me Rat’s not going to let me buy a motorcycle. Hee!
Hmm. Something odd just crossed my mind (like what else is new, right?). I think I sold my car on the same day I bought the Jeep. How weird is that?
Anyway, I sold it to a guy who just got back from Iraq, so I feel pretty good about that. I’m glad he got the car he wanted so badly (and drove like 5 hours to get to). I makes me feel a little bit better. And I’m pretty sure he (and his brother) are going to take pretty good care of it. I doubt they’ll take as good of care of it as Rat and I have, but then again we’re a bit strange when it comes to our cars and stuff like that.
I also got more for it than I paid for it originally (but that didn’t cover what we put into it), but still, I guess that’s okay. We needed a new roof. Stupid wind storm. Stupid shingles. Stupid…um…like….air…and stuff. The horrible thing is, is that had we not had to pay for Rat’s mom’s funeral, we could have paid for the roof with no problem. And this just gets me pissed off more and more with her husband-of-2-years, or as he shall now be refered to on here, “Shithead”. (and yes, that capitalized…for good reason!) Why did her children have to pay for her funeral? Why didn’t Shithead pay for it? He’s claiming that he’s entitled to her entire estate! Yet he couldn’t lift a finger to help her children plan her very unexpected funeral. Bastard! And on top of that, during their TWO YEAR MARRIAGE he left her TWICE! Then had a major stroke and realized that he had no one to take care of him and drive him around, so back he came!
I should really shut up. I’m just getting myself worked up again.
Anyway, so. My car. My beautiful, beautiful car. My baby. The Preciousssss. I will miss you. You will always be MY car.
My brother once said “That car looks mean!” , which…yeah! It does!
I hope the guy who bought it will keep in touch. And if he wrecks it, I hope he knows I’m coming after him…and I’m bringing the creepy bunny cupcakes with me!
Filed under: whineyness
I found this a little earlier on today and have watched it several times and I laugh Every. Single. Time. I just had to share…
Filed under: whineyness
We’re getting a new roof put on as I …uh…type. It sounds like they’re playing hopscotch up there. I tried working in my office, but it’s on the second floor and I couldn’t stand it for more than 5 minutes. I kept having this thought that the roofers were about to come crashing through the ceiling and land on me (cartoon bug eyes and all) and squash me on the floor.
The cats are freaking out. Not quite as bad as when we got the chimney straightened (hee hee….chimbley…HI DAD!), but they won’t go more than a few feet away from me and their eyes are about the size of saucers. Surprisingly, Shadow is fine with all that’s going on. Normally he barks and runs around and has a fit, but he was just kind of…I don’t know….interested…this time. At the moment he’s gnawing on his Ultimate Chew (the only kind of treat that lasts more than a nanosecond with him). On the other hand, the neighbor’s dog is going bananas. But I think he’s a little nuts anyway.
…suspicious quiet….
Breaking for lunch, maybe? After 4 hours of constant banging and stomping overhead, the silence has a strange feeling to it.
I wish I could just get out of here and go to the gym, but the dude (yes, I just said “dude”) who delivered the palets of shingles and other assorted roofy-type things decided that the best place to park them was behind my garage door. So now I can’t get out. And the palets cannot be moved by meer barnmouse force. That option has been exhausted (as well as my arms).
Oh goody. More banging. *sigh*
And also, while I am whining…
I hope y’all’s day is going better than mine so far! Happy Tuesday.
And just to make myself feel a little bit better….
