My comment section is notional.
Sometimes it will let you comment, sometimes not.
I have no control over that, it hates me and does what it wants.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Busy weekend
Was busy all weekend, school shopping, errands, watching men in skirts toss logs. Good times.
Now, off to work I go. *sigh*
Now, off to work I go. *sigh*
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Rockin' His Ride
In the mornings I rarely see someone in a vehicle that really gets my attention. There's the oddball here and there I catch knuckle deep in their nose or something such as that, but today I saw something that made me chuckle.
Train tracks run parallel to the road I take in and in some areas they are pretty close to the road. I saw an Engine with three cars behind it tooling along slowly this morning. The Conductor/Engineer was sitting by the window with his arm resting in the open sill looking around like he was cruising the hot spots of town. I chuckled. Looking at him you would have thought he was cruising in a Vette.
Train tracks run parallel to the road I take in and in some areas they are pretty close to the road. I saw an Engine with three cars behind it tooling along slowly this morning. The Conductor/Engineer was sitting by the window with his arm resting in the open sill looking around like he was cruising the hot spots of town. I chuckled. Looking at him you would have thought he was cruising in a Vette.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Random brakes.
It stormed this morning. Lots of rain, even some downed trees.
I was behind a black Neon today and the driver made it a point to randomely slam on the brakes for the duration of me following. Those are the douchebags that cause the 65 car pile-ups in the middle of winter.
Learn to drive in rain and snow or get the hell off the damn roads. Even I have sense enough to say "I can't drive in this, I am keeping my ass home."
This public service announcement courtesy of sephinflames.
I was behind a black Neon today and the driver made it a point to randomely slam on the brakes for the duration of me following. Those are the douchebags that cause the 65 car pile-ups in the middle of winter.
Learn to drive in rain and snow or get the hell off the damn roads. Even I have sense enough to say "I can't drive in this, I am keeping my ass home."
This public service announcement courtesy of sephinflames.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Soup and blowing your nose.
I splashed soup on me.
Two of my coworkers have been blowing their noses loudly. One is sick, I can forgive that. the other does it all the damn time.
It is disgusting.
I miss my iPod.
Two of my coworkers have been blowing their noses loudly. One is sick, I can forgive that. the other does it all the damn time.
It is disgusting.
I miss my iPod.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Define creepy.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Things people put on cars.
I have seen enough of the 'Calvins' pissing on stuff that I now depise those stickers. Oddly, I didn't see one this morning on my drive in. (Some say commute, I say drive...I drive to work. When you say commuting to me it makes me think that I should be carpooling or something and that would drive me nuts...but that's for another post.)
It was raining while I was driving in today and I was behind a Suburban and I noticed something gray, slimey and nasty looking wiggling on the back bumper. At first I was thinking. "ew, what the hell is that blob?" We got stopped at a red light and I was able to examine this gray blob in more detail and it turns out that it was a hunk of jiggling gray plastic shaped like a Bull Dog that was biting the ball hitch. The slower the Suburban moved to more it jiggled, it was positively fierce at the stop light.
Now I can find humor in this, if it looked more realistic and not like a giant ball of jiggling, gray snot that landed on the back bumper.
When I passed this Suburban as it turned off I was forced to shake my head yet again at the stupidity of this person. For in the side window was the 'Soccer Mom' Soccer ball sticker...and...the NRA logo.
Now, you say 'hey...it could be a husband and wife with their stickers.' Sure, it could be, but I find that unlikely. I keep my stickers on my SUV and my husband keeps his on his SUV. It keeps the confusion down. This forces me to assume that an NRA supporting, Soccer mom is out there with her snot-like, ball hitch, biting Bull Dog just waiting for someone to cut her off. I think she'd shoot you or run you over with the Suburban, if she doesn't sic a giant dog on you...and then when you are in the hospital recovering she will bring you cookies and in a fluffly air-headed tone explain why you are there, and of course it will be your fault for cutting her off in the first place.
Some people need to be fiercly medicated. This person was one of them.
I drank too much coffee this morning...yet I need more.
It was raining while I was driving in today and I was behind a Suburban and I noticed something gray, slimey and nasty looking wiggling on the back bumper. At first I was thinking. "ew, what the hell is that blob?" We got stopped at a red light and I was able to examine this gray blob in more detail and it turns out that it was a hunk of jiggling gray plastic shaped like a Bull Dog that was biting the ball hitch. The slower the Suburban moved to more it jiggled, it was positively fierce at the stop light.
Now I can find humor in this, if it looked more realistic and not like a giant ball of jiggling, gray snot that landed on the back bumper.
When I passed this Suburban as it turned off I was forced to shake my head yet again at the stupidity of this person. For in the side window was the 'Soccer Mom' Soccer ball sticker...and...the NRA logo.
Now, you say 'hey...it could be a husband and wife with their stickers.' Sure, it could be, but I find that unlikely. I keep my stickers on my SUV and my husband keeps his on his SUV. It keeps the confusion down. This forces me to assume that an NRA supporting, Soccer mom is out there with her snot-like, ball hitch, biting Bull Dog just waiting for someone to cut her off. I think she'd shoot you or run you over with the Suburban, if she doesn't sic a giant dog on you...and then when you are in the hospital recovering she will bring you cookies and in a fluffly air-headed tone explain why you are there, and of course it will be your fault for cutting her off in the first place.
Some people need to be fiercly medicated. This person was one of them.
I drank too much coffee this morning...yet I need more.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
What are you trying to say?
If you place a magnetic ribbon (doesn't matter what cause, pick your color) sideways and underneath a VW logo it looks like a ridiculous Jolly Rogers.
Pirates aren't yuppies that drive VW's.
Check the placement of your ribbons. Make sure you aren't saying something ridiculous.
Pirates aren't yuppies that drive VW's.
Check the placement of your ribbons. Make sure you aren't saying something ridiculous.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Dentists
Dentists are a greedy mafia/gang of nerds that knows insurance don't cover half the shit we *need* and will try to suck every dime out of you.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The things you have to do...
...I am really hating this blog...
I jump through hoops to type in it then it winks out what I typed.
Dammit.
I refuse to retype it. Check back later or tomorrow.
I jump through hoops to type in it then it winks out what I typed.
Dammit.
I refuse to retype it. Check back later or tomorrow.
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