Hellooo.....

I amthe first to admit that I am not hardware savy...

I just keep proving it to myself over and over....

Proof #1:

Last evening I was wanting to play my IPod in the sound system LDBoy left at my condo...

Too bad it was not all set up to play the damn thing...

Oh, but look, a remote...

Damn...remotes are hardware, too.

Ok, so let's forget the sound system and just play my music through the IPod's built-in speakers.

Too late...I totally corrupted the thing...

It was set to Bruce's Hungry Heart and would not budge...

It took me a couple hours to figure out what to do so I could listen to my music again...

But....once I thought to Google it...I was smokin'...

I am internet savy...at least more so than I am with hardware...

Proof #2:

Today I was working away and just happened to pick up my cell and noticed I had missed a call.

Not sure why I did not hear it ring, but whatever...

I returned the call - or tied to, at least.

I was talking, but nooone was answering...

I look at the display and the call is in progress....

What the heck???

Hellooooo.....

As I am hanging up, I get another call and try to answer...

And then I see the light...

The little flashing blue light on my bluetooth headset which is sitting on the table...

Proof #3:

And just a few seconds ago, I broke my retractable mouse...

Just pulled that cord right out of its wheel...

So now my mouse does not retract...

Sort of like G-Man's balls...

But that's another story - that I probably will not be telling...

So....

How many bitches bitching about a bastard does it take????

I have posted about AFAFAC a few times...

Probably changed his name a bit to keep y'all guessing who he is because...

Well you never know who reads this....

But anyway, this contracting co-worker gets more arrogant everyday...

Pontificating about how things SHOULD be done...

And proclaiming that he is the master at his trade and all decisions about his work are his alone....

Yeah, I'd like to trade him...

For a monkey...

At least I could have fun with the monkey...

Or have fun watching the monkey...

The monkey would get just as much work done I am sure...

Maybe scratch his butt a little more...

Just yesterday, Ms OSBL asked me if I would like AFAFAC to help me with a project because AFAFAC was not sure I could get it done on time.

NOOOOOO!!!!!

I mean, no thank you....

I will not work with that arrogant bastard.

I am just now fixing up work that I thought he had taken care of....

He needs to do his own work and quit harrassing everyone else...

I mean, no thank you...

I am pretty damn sure I can finish this myself or find someone more qualified to help...

Okay, done ranting for the day...

NO SPEAKAH DE ENGLISH

One of my best friends sent this in an email and I thought it was too good not to share:)
A bus stops and two older Italian gentlemen get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation...


A lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her attention is drawn when she hears what one of them is telling his friend:

Emma come first.


Den I come.


Den two asses come together..


I come once-a-more!


Two asses, they come together again.


I come again and pee twice.


Then I come one lasta time.

The lady can't take it anymore...

There are some kids on this bus, afterall...

Lady: You foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig! In this country, we do not speak aloud in public places about our sex lives!


Italian Gentleman: Hey, coola down lady. Who talkin' abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell ' Mississippi .'

Yeah, I had to go back and re-read....

I'll take that....

Friday night was girls' night at CareBear's...

Lucky me  - I am a girl:)

What a fun time....

The night started off with a trip to Lowe's to pick out knobs for CareBear's kitchen cupboards....

A little background on that....

CareBear and KB have moved into the house Grandma Lora lived in and passed on to her son and daughter - CareBear's Dad (the ex) and Aunt.

I bitch a lot about the ex - but that whole family has some issues....

Last week Auntie was in town to get some stuff out of the house that she wanted....

Apparently she wanted the knobs off of the kitchen cupboards (all 50 knobs) and the flatware right out of the kitchen drawers....

Flatware...NOT silverware...NOT anything special....

Oh, and the drinking glasses...

NOT wine glasses or anything special...

So, after Lowe's we hit up Target for flatware and glassware....

'Cuz we needed something to eat our Taco Bell with and drink our beer from....

Luckily Auntie is a born-again, so she left the shotglasses alone....

G-Man is a sweetheart at times.....

G-Man surprised me Thursday evening...


He has heard me mention that I would like an Ipod...


Out of the blue he used his Papa John tip money to purchase an blue 8g Ipod Nano for his dear old Mom...

G-Man: See, I do listen when you talk, Mom.
Me: Awww....but you should not be spending your money on me....
G-Man: You buy me all kinds of stuff ...
Me: You are my son....
G-Man: And you are my Mom...
Me: You know you are still grounded, right?
G-Man: Damn...