Monday, July 27, 2009

Maybe He Will Start Dating Someone....


...and she will go nuts, shoot him and then herself. We can only hope....

Or maybe he will get attacked by a dog. Or a pack of them.

I HATE this man with a passion. He is the lowest form of life. I don't consider him human.

It is my hope that someone kills him. And I hope they do it slowly so he suffers greatly.

Yes, my hate for him is great, and a little scary.


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

See I always knew there was a reason I had a dirty mouth!


I have often said that when I am angry or frustrated there is nothing that gives impact to a shouted statement than cursing! And yes, I do a lot of it, and yes it DOES make me feel better.

Now there is proof!

See, told ya so, damn it!

UPDATE: This is soooo funny! Go and look at the poll and take it. The F-Bomb is the #1 curse word so far. So let's hearing for the eff'ing F-Bomb! It just happens to be my favorite!


Thursday, July 2, 2009

This Touched Me

No, I didn't say this MAN touched me, for heaven's sake so get your mind out of the gutter!

But his story did.
I am not one to post a bunch of sentimental and sad cases on my blog, but like I said, this touched me, and although I don't have a lot of readers, I thought maybe some of you that DO read would be willing to pass it along.

And the site for donations is here (if you are so inclined and have the means to help out):

I just know that if I ever live to be 107 years old, I would like to have a choice of where I lived. I would still like to have some control in my life, you know? I mean when someone is bathing you and changing your diapers, it would be nice to be able to say "Hey, I want to live HERE." I don't think that is asking too much.

Anyway, pass this along if you want, or if you have an extra $5 bucks, donate it. When Rat Man gets paid tomorrow, I think I am going to drop some "in the pot" so to speak.

Like I said, pass this along to anyone you want, or if you have a lot of readers, post about it and let's help this gentleman stay in the only home he has now and keep him out of a nursing facility where he wouldn't be happy at all. He has no family; these people in this assisted living place ARE his family.

He worked all his life and deserves better at the end of it in my opinion.


Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The tests are in...the job is mine...

The job I posted about earlier is mine and I start on July 6th. I am hoping it will give me a lot of fodder for blog posts!

What can be better than stories about vomit, poop, pee, and all kinds of oozy stuff?

So hopefully you guys will get a big dose of what I am doing at night when I am working.

I am SOOOO glad that I finally got all the testing done. I had the TB test, the drug test, the background check, they took blood to find out my immunity levels to certain diseases that we all get immunized for when we are little, they called my references, this asshole doctor did a physical on me (I felt like I was getting a sobriety test or something, "Close your eyes and touch your nose with your right index finger"). He was just a jerk. Asking me about every medicine I took, such as Klonopin because of anxiety when I sleep (I have nightmares or I have trouble GOING to sleep because I can't shut my brain off), and on and on asking why I took a certain drug and then questioning the reasons as if my doctor doesn't know what the hell she is doing. I wanted to say "Shut the fuck up, who asked you???" What the hell is wrong with prescription strength Motrin for God's sake?

He was just a total jerk and I hope I don't run into him much at work or I just might have to hurt him.

Anyway, got the job, going to be bringing in a little money that will help Rat Man not have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and maybe get back to school within the next year or so.

We'll just have to see how it goes......

Hey, where is everyone? I haven't had ANY comments AT ALL lately! Are you guys mad at me?