I have a proposition...

This work week got off to a crazy start.

I finally saw 6 new product document kits through the entire release process...

The FPM for this project (I'll let you decipher the acronym) pushed our team to get these kits through the system over any other projects we were working on.

So he would look good to his managers...

So I helped make it happen - mostly so he would quit stopping by my desk every half hour to check status.

Are they done yet????

How about now???

Where are they????

And just as the last one was making its way through the final hurdles...(more about the hurdles coming in a future post near you)....

Oh, by the way. We have to release a version B of one of the documents in the kit.

And we have to get it translated.

And then we need you to rework all those kits you just released.

And we need to not let this hold up the project.

Suffice it to say, I blew a gasket.

So, let me get this straight.

I rushed through hell and back to get this shit done on time...

Ahead of time...

So you could look good about releasing part of the project early...

And now I have to do it all over again????

Well, yeah...

And you want me to do it right away...

Before I do stuff for that other project that is now late because you got it bumped for your project?????

Well, yeah...

I mean, if we get it done this week, we get our bonuses.

So we want it done this week....

We want our bounuses, right???

Listen...

....you can hear the silence from my cubicle...

...it is deafening...

Oh, but you probably don't get a bonus, do you?

And then he just walks away...

So here is my proposition....

Which FPM wants their bonus?

Which FPM wants Sister Phillipia (she has God on her side) to help them get their bonus?

Which FPM is going to donate to the Sister Phillipia Habitat?

Sr. Phillipia is willing to bargain....

Because, as of this morning, Sr. Phillipia is officially on PTO until the end of the year.

That's Paid Time Off....

Yep, if she does not take it, she loses it....

And Sr. Phillipia hates losing...

That's right. Sr. Phillipia does NOT have to be here finishing up your projects...

...or catching up on all the things that did not happen...

...because you wanted other things to happen first...

...but now everything needs to happen...

...because, well, it is the end of the year...

...and, oh, yeah, your bonus DEPENDS on it...

So what now, Mr. FPM???

Happy Endings...

I was over at Ed's Daily Rant reading And the answer is.... when I remembered that I forgot to update you on the Men of Steel...

That's because there weren't any....

Last week I mentioned that G-Man and I were working a Charity Poker Fundraiser to benefit the high school athletic department.

And the Men of Steel were suppose to be performing in the same building...

Suppose to be is the key word there....

There was a little itty bitty handwritten note on the door that they would not be performing again until after the New Year...

What good does that do me - I am here now....

But the guys who gambled their money into the Athletic department pockets were not as disappointed.

There was a new attraction to the gambling floor this year.

Professional Masseuse service - $1 per minute.

Seriously...

Now some of the Rebel Moms were a little taken aback...

They found it a little disgusting that all this was allowed to go on during a school function - personally, I think they were jealous - but what do I know?

The school athletic department did make a tidy little profit from that poker fundraiser...

Over $30K if my sources are accurate...

So I am thinking with some of that profit the school may soon be developing their own Men of Steel....

And giving masseuse lessons to the trainers...

So next years fundraiser should see even more profit...

Happy endings all around:)

Cougar Prowl

I came across this article Saturday:

Confessions of a Cougar

How appropriate.

No - I am not going to confess any of my past cougar prowls...

Just know that every one of them was unsuccessful...

Lucky for those guys....

'Cuz I had no clue what I was doing...

But I digress...

Friday evening I stopped off at the local Irish Pub to meet up with a football Mom.

We needed to make an exchange of sorts and how better than over a beer at one of the local hot spots?

Her son, QBBoy, who graduated a year behind CareBear and is somewhat of a local hero because of his high school and college football career, was there with a few of his friends.

As were a couple of G-Man's coaches and their wives....

And some other local talent...

The ghost of Christmas past showed up feeling pretty damn good and telling us about his colorful past and how he was looking forward to an adventurous future (by future, I mean the next few hours).

There was "Fuck You" man who could not seem to have a conversation with anyone that did not include several such salutations.

But the best was the cougar...

She kept playing the same song over and over and over on the jukebox...

Or trying to - I never knew there was a skip switch behind the bar...

Apparently she didn't either.

Anyway, Ms. cougar was hitting on QBBoy pretty damn hard.

Buying him fruity shots....

Hanging all over him at the juke box...

Is that you that keeps bumping my song, honey?

Scaring the poor kid...

She did not look it, but she confessed to being a couple years older than I am...

Which is a few years older than QBBoy's Mom...

Well, cougar and I do have one thing in common...

She was not successful in her prowls, either...

At least not that night.

Mommas keep your babies close...

Happy Merry Birthday...

I do feel bad for people with a birthday during the Christmas Season.

Especially kids...

If it was my birthday, tho, I would be grateful...

Just forget about it...

If I do not celebrate a birthday, I can pretend it did not happen...

And that gives me another year to live...

And another year for you to have to put up with me:)

From Balls to Bananas and Back Again...

Recent Peyton PHlaCe office conversation - no lie:)

CW1: My son has high balls, they they did not drop...

CW2: You mean, undescended testes.

CW1: Yeah, that's it.

CW2: Hey that reminds me of something funny. I was getting cigs at the Circle K last night; the girl in front of me was buying condoms and whip cream...

CW1: At a Circle K?

CW2: Yeah, after she paid, she says, ooops hold on and then she runs to get a banana...one banana. She slams it down on the counter and looks at me and winks.

CW1: They have bananas at Circle K?

CW2: Yeah - they have a table of bananas - just bananans...no apples or pears....

CW1: No need for apples or pears where she's going...

CW3: Look what I just got from the party downstairs...ball stoppers.....

CW2: What????

CW3: I mean jingle balls...

CW2: Did any of you take that mandatory sexual harrassment training yet?

CW1: Haven't had time yet.

CW3: No...what a waste.

CW2: Well, I'm taking it now and I think we should all just agree that this conversation never happened.

BTW, I was not part of this conversation.

I was taking my "Sexual Harrasment in the Workplace Awareness" training.

While sitting on Santa's lap.

Taking the Bad with the Good...

I did not want to go into the office today....

It was cold out and I wanted to work from home...

But the Browns won last night...

And there are way too many Shittsburgh Peeler fans (THEM) at the local Peyton PHlace office...

So, yeah, I went in...

And made sure I mentioned the win in every conversation I had with one of THEM....

I actually found reasons to converse with ALL of THEM today...

Happy Friday:)

Happy Holidays 2009!!!

I am not going to send Christmas cards this year, be snail mail or email...

I explain this to everyone in my email signature:

Happy Holidays 2009!!!

In an effort to GO GREEN and CHEAP,
please accept this email as your Christmas Card & Gift:)

So if I email you about anything between now and Christmas you get a greeting from me...

Otherwise....

But then again, you are my faithful readers and you deserve better than that.

So for you, I will share the card I received from my younger, jolly, brother....

When I grow up...Part II

Last night G-Man had a training night for his new job as Pizza Hut delivery guy....

Not sure why he needed that....

I taught him to drive a couple years ago....

What else is there to know???

Anyway...

He still has his one day every other week job at KFC.

Which works out well because the boss likes G-Man and puts up with his one day every other week crap....

So G-Man comes in the door and announces:

I have tomorrow off...from this job.

I am working at my other job tomorrow.

Damn, I never thought those words would be coming out of my mouth...

Music to my ears...

Keep singing, G-Man!

Thank you, Papa John.

When I grow up...

It was just a few short years ago when G-Man got his first local newspaper interview for Player of the Week...

Reporter: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Smartass G-Man: A pizza delivery guy. (That didn't get printed)

Well, G-man has made his dreams come true.

Yes he is now officially a Papa John's delivery person.

Congrats G-Man.

You got your dream job...

Driving around town....

Bringing people happiness...

Listening to your favorite music....

Smiling at the girls...

And congrats to me, too.

Ya see, I know why G-Man was being a smart ass all those years ago...

He wanted to follow in his brother's footsteps.

LDBoy paid a lot a bills delivering for Pizza Hut and Marco's throughout the Akron area...

For quite a few years, until he decided to start working for himself...

The way I see it, G-Man just became a lil less high maintenance.

He will now be able to pay his own insurance and cell phone bill and put gas in his car....

And buy his own favorite pizza...seeing as he gets a 50% discount...

And maybe even save for that tattoo he is wanting so bad...

Oh what fun...

So in a few minutes G-Man and I are headed downtown to work the Texas Holdem Charity Poker Fundraiser for the high school athletics department....

Yeah, since he is 18 now, he too can WORK...

'Cuz I am sure he can deal better than I can...

Yesterday one of the coaches texted me a reminder to bring G-Man along and asked if I needed directions...

I found directions on-line and also learned that the event was in the same building as the Men of Steel All Male Revue...

I quickly texted coach back...

Me: I will be there but I may need a few extra long breaks throughout the evening since men of steel will also be there....

Coach: OK, no problem...just close your eyes when I am on stage....

Not exactly the reply I expected....

Peyton PHlaCe updates...

I know you have missed them....

I have a few co-workers who loves to announce when they finish a stage of a project in an email to everyone they know - especially their boss and boss's boss and VP and...

These are the same co-workers who like to run around and see who is not in the office in case they need them...

To that I say:

Mind your own fucking business - they was here five hours after you left
last night...

or

They gets more done at home in a day than you do in a week here minding
everyone else's....

But, today I stooped to their level ...

I sent out my own email...

Just wanted to let you all now that I just finished my morning bathroom
break. Everything came out fine. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity.

Piss on it....

ONCE AGAIN

I was disqualified from the

neighborhood best decorated house contest.

Something about a bad attitude...

I think it's time to move to a new neighborhood...

Dear 高収入アルバイト,

I am going to reject your comment everytime you try to post it on my Survivor, Texas Style post...

Why, you ask?

First, because I cannot read it....

Second, because I put it into a translator and I still could not understand it....

Not all of it anyway...

And just to be on the safe side, I am going to answer with a resounding NO to what I think you are asking...

NO, I am not interested in playing with your sex toys....

NO, I am not interested in being part of a research group about my increased sexual desires after playing with your toys or reading your paper....

NO, I am not interested in being a high priced street lady part-time....

And next time you leave a post, translate it for me, ok?

Especially since "pressing 1 for English" did not work so well....

Sincerely,

Phip

Is Aging a Disease???

I was with some family friends the other day when this idea that was brought up...

I always considered aging a stage of life...

But if it is a disease, that means there is hope for a cure and I may be able to live FOREVER...

Good for me...

Not so good for those of you who get to put up with me FOREVER...

On that note, let me share with you a beautiful message about growing old...

.......

Damn, I forget what it was....

Oh well...

I'll just leave it to Maxine...

Another Death...

My laptop power cord cable has been acting up lately.

I first noticed last week that the computer was not always charging even when plugged in.

I fiddled with the cord a little and the computer started recharging.

For a while....

Fiddled again....

And again....

Pretty soon I was holding the cord at just the right angle in order to charge or even use the computer.

I got in the habit of propping the computer with a pillow so the cord was at just the right angle to allow charging overnight or whenever I was not using it.

And then - late last night - I unplugged the cord to relax in battery mode on the coach....

Or I tried to unplug it....

The lil end adapter decided to stay plugged in and I was left holding and end-less cord.

Not endless as in never-ending...

Endless, as in without the end.

So if my blogging is a little sporadic over the next few days while I am waiting for a replacement cord....

It could be because I am too tired after long work days to wait the 45 minutes for my company laptop to reboot so I can log into to my blog and facebook accounts which are not deemed company appropriate so I need to answer the "Yes I understand and wish to continue" dialog over and over....

You understand....

RIP Mikey

Our microwave (aka Mikey) died Wednesday....

The funeral will be next Wednesday - trash day in our end of Willoughby ...

I would have preferred a quick funeral but Mikey passed away after the 10:00 AM pick-up.

But if you know Phillipia, there is a lesson to be learned and an opportunity for adventure in everything...

With Mikey, it is easy enough to put stuffing and potatos and turkey in their neat places on a plate and warm them up....

But, with only the stove to work with, I prefer the one sauce-pan approach.

So I used the demise of Mikey as an opportunity to introduce G-Man to one of my favorite leftover concoctions.

Leftover Stew:

Leftover Turkey Meat (White and Dark) - All

Leftover Mashed Potatoes - All

Leftover Green Bean Casserole - All

Leftover Sweet Potato Casserole - All

Leftover Stuffing - All

Leftover Gravy - All

Leftover Cranberry Sauce - All

More Gravy - However much you like

Combine all leftovers in a sauce pan.

Add More Gravy to Taste.

Heat, stirring as aften as you remember, until hot throughout.

Serve immediately.

Store leftovers in the fridge.

Warm up leftover Leftover Stew throughout the weekend whenever you are missing the great taste of Thanksgiving dinner....

G-man was impressed - or at least he acted like he was at the time - hunger does strange things to him.

Who's on 44...

SuperBowl XLIV, that is...

So the Bowns will not make it yet again....

But The Who will....

And I can handle that:)

See ya in Miami....

From my living room....

Open Apology

To all my Facebook friends...

All 101 of you...

I love you...all of you...

For being my friend...

Lord knows, I need all the friends I can get.

So what am I apologizing for?...

For totally and consistently ignoring all your requests to send smiles and join causes and play games and join your Mafia wars and beat your high Bejeweled Blitz score and get rich in FarmVille...

I would beat your score you know...in no time at all..I kick butt at those games...

Because once I start to play, I play and play and play all day and all night until I do have the most fertile farm or get the golden nugget...

I may even miss a few days of work to beat the high score if I need to...

Yeah, I get addicted pretty quick...

Which is why I reject your invitations to play....

It really is nothing personal...

But I learned my lesson that one time when I was invited to try a line...

And keep up with the rest of the line-cutters....

Not sure if it is addiction or competitiveness that makes it hard for me to give up things once I start...

But I am not starting again...so quit asking, okay?

Unless, of course, you like rejection.

In that case, ask away:)

The Closer...

Thanksgiving was awesome...

Well, not perfectly awesome because CareBear and KB were in Michigan visiting KB's family and since they have not figured out how to be on two places at once....

LDBoy and his housemates hosted. And what gracious hosts they were...

I made a couple of deserts and applesauce and sweet potato casserole Wednesday.

The plan was to get up early Thursday and get the Turkeys all ready and head to Akron in time to turn roasters on and make green bean casserole and gravy and pudding pie.

But instead I overslept....

Note to self - no matter how bad that earache hurts, avoid taking nightime cold meds at midnight when you want to get up at 6:00 am to prepare for a holiday dinner.


So I just gathered everything I needed and headed to the big house...(aka big stone
mansion LDBoy and housemates are renting in West Akron).

That ended up being the best decision of the week.

When I walked in LDBoy asked which kitchen I wanted to use. I opted for the basement...Great decision...I am on a roll....

So I set up near the industrial sized oven with the industrial sized fridge and freezer behind me and the awesome industrial sized counterspace.

And for the next three hours I sipped on wine and listened to holiday music piped in from somewhere...

And prepared turkeys and casseroles and desserts....and used the oven they had never even turned on before....

And NinjaAnnie was working in the upstairs kitchen making apple pie and pumpkin roll and cauliflower casserole and a mac n cheese casserole...

While LDBoy and RJ and Spike catered to our every need and kept or wine glasses topped off and set a beautiful table....

Me: Who folded the napkins?
Spike: Me.
Me: When and where did you learn to do that?
Spike: Five minutes ago - I googled it.

And after I was done cooking, I had my choice of powder rooms to freshen up in...

Hmmm, the jacuzzi room or the party shower room...it was a tough choice, especially sine I was short on time and could not enjoy the facilities as they were meant to be enjoyed...

When the guests arrived, the hosts made me proud. I love those guys.

Fiends and family together for a beautiful Thanksgiving Dinner...

Thank you, LDBoy, RJ, and Spike.

We'll be back for Christmas:)

I may just stay after Christmas...

Take my time checking out all the amenities...

Move on in...

I'll be discreet, you'll never know I'm there....

Especially since Boa and I get along ok...

LDboy: Ok, guys...the relatives have been here 3 hours now.
Spike: Yeah, how do we get them to leave?
LDBoy: RJ, what are you doing?
RJ: Hey, has anyone seen Boa?
Grandma: Who's Boa?
RJ: The 7-ft snake that was in that tank by the wall...
Grandpa: He got out????
Spike: Calm down everyone...he's here on the couch.
Grandma: It's way past my bedtime...
Grandpa: We need to go...
RJ: He looks hungry...
Dad: I'll get the car.

Boa, the closer.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I am Thankful for so many things...

Today and Everyday...

If you know me at all you know that my kids are my most precious blessing...

I am also thankful for my extended family....

And for my many friends....

My friends are the family that I have found along the way:)

But rather than get all mushy - I'll leave that to the potatoes and applesauce -

I just want to say....

May your stuffing be tasty

May your turkey be plump,

May your potatoes and gravy

Have never a lump.

May your yams be delicious

And your pies take the prize,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off your thighs!

Happy Thanksgiving !!!

Weekend Past Part II

If you read my previous post, you know I did not do a bit of work Saturday....

Which means I really needed to get into the office Sunday to avoid missing the "by the time you get in Monday" deadline I had set for myself.

Note to self: quit setting deadlines that depend on network connectivity and other things outside of your control....

Such as three hour visits to the ER.

Thank you, G-man.

Yeah - football IS over.

Who would have though indoor soccer could get so violent...

G-man joined to soccer teams this session.

One played at 9:00 AM Sunday Morning. I met G-man at the field as he spent the night at a friend's.

And I sorta got the feeling that if he would have gotten hurt during that 9:00 AM game, he would have felt no pain.

He looked as if he had been up playing ping-pong most of the night.

After that game, I headed to work and then met him back at the field for a 5:00 PM game.

I debated missing that game as I was rolling along pretty good at work.

But after 5 hours of Sunday at the office, I figured I deserved a break.

I got a longer break than expected.

A few minutes into the game and G-Man collided with another player. I did not see the collision as I was at the other end of the field and some people just do not understand the logistics of sitting on the bleachers rather than standing in front of them and blocking everyone else's view.

In fact, I did not even know it involved G-man, because the next time I saw him - about 2 seconds after I heard the loud crash and felt the vibration of bodies hitting the glass walls - he was still playing the field.

And then I saw the ref tell him to leave the field - or at least that is what he seemed to be saying. I am thinking he got carded for playing so rough.

I head down to see what was going on - as he is heading to the concession stand.

Me: What happened?

Him: Nothing.

Me: Why'd you come out of the game?

Him: The ref told me to.

Me: You're bleeding....

Him: Oh yeah. He said I was bleeding.

Me: Are you okay?

Him: Yeah, I'm fine.

Me: Your nose is bleeding and your lip looks split.

Him: Yeah, I need ice from the concession stand.

Me: Did you hit your head on the wall.

Him: I don't know.

Me: You don't know??? I know you have a hard head, but didn't you feel it hit.

Him: What???? I need to get back in there.

And with that he went back into the field.

Not to play - thank you Coach Rick.

Oh he did try to play again, but Coach pulled him right back off. Of which he still has no recollection.

After the game, he was pretty quiet but said he was fine and was going to heat to Life teen at the church.

I followed him because I was not so sure he was fine.

He made it to the church ok and I headed back to work.

That was a mistake. The network had slowed down to a creepy crawl.

It took a good half hour for my system to boot up and then I my cursor was having a tough time keeping up with my 5 word per minute lightning fast keyboarding skills.

Within an hour I was so frustrated I was contemplating just shutting down and heading home...

Then the call came.

This is NurseC. I help at Life Teen and I am heading to the ER with G-man. He is not right. Tell me something I don't know.

Do you want to meet us there? Contemplation over...I'm outta here - thank you G-Man.

Three hours later, a CT scan, an x-ray, a prescription for an antibiotic for the split lip, a visit from a priest in case he needed last rites (not funny, Father Andy)...

Your son is fine, Phillipia. It is just a concussion...

The x-ray showed that nothing is broken in his face.
The CT scan found his pea-size brain and it is in tact.
Give him a few days to come to his senses - call us if he doesn't...
Oh...and you can wake him up every couple hours just to annoy him if you want...

Oh, it was a fun couple hours after that,

Ames and I took turns messing with ConcussionBoy.

Me: Wasn't that a great dinner before the game?

ConcussionBoy: What dinner?

Me: I made your favorite shrimp and pierogies.

Ames: And I made you homemade chocolate chip cookies.

ConcussionBoy: Really?

Me: What did you do with the $50 dollars I gave you for gas money.

ConcussionBoy: I don't know...did I get gas???

Ames: You always get gas...

ConcussionBoy: Did you give me lunch money for this week, too?

Me: Don't tell me you lost it already...

ConcussionBoy: Did we win the game?

Me: you scored, remember? for the other team....

ConcussionBoy: No way!

Ames: They kicked you out of the game.

ConcussionBoy: Were you there?

Ames: The whole time.

Back to reality....

Weekend Past Part I

I have been extremely busy at work.

There is so much that needs done before the end of the year.

I have been working late every night and more than a few hours on the weekends.

I was suppose to take a few vacation days this month, but there is so much to do that it would not be a very relaxing vacation...

So I'll just put those off til next month - or next year....

But in between work I do find time to relax and/or spend time with the family.

Some of that relaxing time is with the family.

Some of the family time is relaxing.

Saturday afternoon CareBear and KB visited with my granddog Taz and we watched the Buckeyes kick Michigan's Blue Butt...Go Bucks!!! Sorry, KB - not!

And CareBear and I baked mint brownies...

Twice...

We were not paying attention when we whipped up the first two batches and mixed up the amounts of oil and water....

I am sure the two bottles of wine we were sharing had absolutely nothing to do with our little mix-up.

Then we made some cheesecake.

We mixed some mini chocolate chips in some Philladelphia Cream Cheesecake Filling and spooned it into Keebler Graham Cracker crusts.

And we did it right the first time.

Yay us.

It was a Mom and daughter bonding Saturday afternoon.

As KB watched from the living room, shaking his head.

But he did eat the cheesecake.

And he liked it.

As did my Mom and Dad.

Mom and Dad joined us for dinner.

I am lucky in that my parents are still fairly healthy and can still drive short distances - or long distances if they are going somewhere they want to be - like a church service on the other side of the state.

Neither have symptoms of dimentia yet...

Although when you meet my Dad for the first time, it is easy to confuse his storytelling personality for a progressive case of dimentia. He likes to tell you the same story over and over again and again just in case you did not get what he was saying the first 60 times.

But that's okay; we have learned to deal with his story telling in small doses. We just take turns listening and acting like it is the first time we are hearing it.

Because no matter how many times you tell him you heard the story before, he does not hear that and feels the need to re-tell it - over and over again.

Yeah, that explains why CareBear and I were imbibing earlier in the day. We were preparing for family time:)

My parents mean well and we love them and enjoy their company - especially when fully loaded.

Not a healthy year

My ex-mom-in-law was supposed to have open heart surgery yesterday.

But she is so frail her doctor will not risk it.

Sadly, he gave her under 6 months to live as her heart is only working at 10%.

She is not my favorite ex in-law because....well, she raised the ex and he is a lot like her.

But she is grandma to my kids and she has always been good to them and to me in her own way.

I know the next few months are going to be rough on the kids and their dad.

Mom was a nurse and a stickler for healthy eating habits and a germaphobe.

Unfortunately, if she could have brought herself to eat "better" (i.e, more) in the last few months and put on some weight, she would probably be able to have the needed surgery and recover to spend a few more years with her family.

I am at the opposite end of the spectrum. I enjoy food and try not to worry about the calories or fat count. If I did, I would probably be in much better shape - although I do have round down pretty good.

I struggle to stay away from chips and salty foods because of my BP, but I do not always win that struggle. Ruggles chips and french onion dip...mmmmm....I am getting a craving just thinking about them.

A co-worker has been in the hospital for over a week now with what the doctors originally diagnosed as pneumonia.

She is on the road to recovery, thankfully.

She is a good person and a joy to work with...

However, she too is a germaphobe.

Which could be why her body had so much trouble fighting off the infection that decided to invade it...

Lately, everytime I think of her and mom, I want to suggest that maybe they could have taken this doc's advice....

Doc backs nose picking

But I don't...

Because...

This is probably a good a time as any to keep my thoughts to myself.

For my security...

I love my mail.com account.

I have had it for years.

Before I was Phillipia....

Before I knew what blogging was...

Before Yahoo and AIM and GMail were popular (or at least before I knew about them)...

It was customized for me, by me (FMBM)...

Yes, I love my mail.com account.

MOST of the time...

But not when it logs me out for no gd good reason other than....

You have been logged in for 5 hours so we are logging you out for security reasons - to ensure that noone else can access your account...to log back in, click HERE....

Mind you, I have not been INACTIVE for five hours, I have just been logged in....

But here's the real kicker...

When I click HERE to log back in...

My account name and password do not need to be re-entered....

They are staring me in the face....

Account name: 5hourlager Password:******

So anyone smart enough to click Sign In can get to all of my email....

Real secure mail.com....

Real secure...

I love to read....

...as you know if you know me at all.

I love to read your blog posts.

I love to read mysteries...

and historical romances ....

and short stories...

It is not too often that I cannot find something within easy reach that I will enjoy reading...

If I cannot find a damn thing I would read...

Then I must be in the....


Thanks, J, for sharing:)

At least we have the Cavs....

Yeah...

You know what I mean...

Good looks does not a good QB make...damn.

I left work early for this???

Well not early - after being there 11 hours, and finally on a really good roll the last 3 of them, I decided I would call it a night so I could get home in times to see the Browns...

LOSE....

AGAIN...

To the RAVENS....

UGH!!!!

On another note...good looks does a good officer of the law make:)

Yesterday, I got to Life Teen camp to attend Mass and give G-Man a ride home.

Well, I was sitting in my car texting another camper's Mom to see how close to camp she was...

And as I am texting I get out of the car, press the lock button, slam the door and immediately realize my keys are still in there...

Both sets...

Although the second set would not do me much good no matter where it was.

It went through the washer the other day and is bent totally useless.

And there is the first set, still in the ignition.

I figured I might as well attend Mass and pray that by the time Mass is over my door will be magically (or miraculously) unlocked.

No such luck (or miracle).

I thing Jesus was too busy in the emergency room with the camper who fell over backwards and busted his head open....

After one of the camp coordinators tried with no luck to unlock the door, I was forced to put in a distress call to the local PD. No, I did not call 911, oh ye of lil faith.

But I gotta tell ya, the Moreland Hills PD are fast (as in responsive) and hot (as in hot).

It took them no time to get to my car and just a little more time to get me in.

What nifty tools they have for forced entry:)

Oooops...

Even the Boss makes mistakes...




I have to believe he was hoping if he said it enough, he would be back in Ohio...

'Cuz who in hell can mistake Michigan for Ohio? (sorry, K)