Boredom...

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Okay, I know this blog has been BORING, BORING, BORING lately, but I'm in a slump, so you have to forgive me.

I don't know what is wrong with me.

I think I am just tired. Maybe it is the heat (which has been EXCRUCIATING this summer), I don't know what it is. But someone in my family needs to do something funny quick before I lose my few readers.

Maybe I need to play some practical jokes on them or something. Go see a funny movie, hell, just get some damn sleep in a COOL house (the fuckin' air conditioner just can't keep up!).

Maybe I need to teach the little guy that I watch part time some new words....yeah that would be fun. I mean he already knows the best ones, so unless I add the F-bomb that won't work. And of course I always blame all that on his mom. Who me? Dirty mouth? NO WAY! It HAS to be coming from his mom.

I'll never forget the day when he was about 18 months old and I was getting him out of his car seat and I dropped my purse. Of course I declared "Shit!" and he repeated it just perfectly. And this is a kid that goes to SPEECH THERAPY, but for some reason he gets EVERY dirty word, PERFECT. You should hear him say "Bitch". It is beautiful. The speech therapy is paying off in a BIG WAY. We are all so proud.

Anyway, sorry folks, I will see what I can do about getting some juicy funny stuff going again. Like I said, I think it is the heat. Yeah, that's the ticket, it's the heat..... (For those of you that don't know, that was a Saturday Night Live reference.)

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RIP John Hughes 1950-2009

John Hughes, the man who captured my generation on film, died today.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Movies/08/06/obit.john.hughes/

He didn't just make movies about the 80's, his movies WERE the 80s. He made them like no one else could have.

Thank you for giving our children a glimpse of what our lives were like "back then".

Rest in Peace, Mr. Hughes.

Okay, I can be an angry cold-hearted....

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....bitch sometimes, and I complain and bitch and moan and groan about living in this crazy country sometimes, but I bawled like a baby when I watched this video.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/32297560#32297560

We all bitch and moan and groan about this country, but we need to remember, we have the freedom to bitch and moan and groan and there are so many that do not have that freedom. We need to remember that every day and be thankful, even when our government is screwing us over, it could be worse. Much worse.

And I thought I'd never hear myself say this but, "Way to go, Bill and Al! You should be proud of what you have done!" And we should be proud of them too, for THIS if nothing else, because they didn't just do a GOOD thing, they did a DAMN GOOD thing.

But even YOU (and you know who you are) have to admit, this is one hell of a good story with one hell of a happy ending, and one damn good day for the US. And had you been in the position of these women, you would be saying the same thing.

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Maybe He Will Start Dating Someone....

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...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.

http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/9859346/Goodell-conditionally-reinstates-Vick-to-NFL?GT1=39002

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.

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

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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!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31852963/ns/health-behavior/?ns=health-behavior


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!


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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.

The story was on the Washing Post here: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/07/01/AR2009070103861.html?hpid%3Dartslot

And the site for donations is here (if you are so inclined and have the means to help out): http://savelarry.org/donate.htm

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.

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

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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?


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