No cups!
Why is it that corporate employees get a better deal than the rest of us workers in other locations? I work at a pretty good company…I mean, I am in one state, several other plants in other states, and our corporate office is in another state. So we are all spread out. And as much as I would like to pretend that we are all treated equally, we are not!!! Corporate gets many more benefits, and better working conditions than any other office. Now, I am not completely clueless. I realize what Corporate is. I know that’s where all the suits work, who (supposedly) bring in all the money and have all the college degrees and all that. But I am not talking about the executives….In my opinion, those who have a college education and a degree to show for it, deserve more pay…although, in my opinion, its us working class folks who work out in the hot ass warehouses that make the money for the company. Anyway…I have a few friends that I talk to from Corporate, some out of necessity and some because I like them. Last week, they got to come in at 11:am because of some remodeling of their office space. Seriously?? Seriously??!! Because, for the last week and for the rest of the summer, I have to get up an hour earlier to be here at 6am, just because its so freaking hot in here, that we agreed to come in early to get off early. So, corporate is getting remodeled, and we can’t even get an exhaust fan in this place to circulate air.. Seriously??? People wonder why its always the every day person who goes off on their co workers….its not because they dont’ like there jobs or co workers. Its because of the frustration level at which they are required to work through, all the while, knowing how easy others have it, here, at the same company. Now don’t get me wrong..I have it pretty easy too. I get to stay in my air conditioned office as much as I possibly can. I have a pretty easy job, that doesn’t require any physical labor at all. I do all computer work, take all phone calls and appts. and stuff like that…I am just saying that it doesn’t seem far that the people in the Corporate office get paid more and get better working conditions, when we can’t even get cups anymore….that’s right, our plant stopped buying the Styrofoam cups..so what if it was to help our “green team” be able to say they did some good…(I’m on the green team, by the way!!) Instead of going with a serious plan to recycle all our office paper, and sell scrap plastic(this would make us some money, and we have tons of scrap plastic), they take away cups…go figure….I’m grumpy today…sorry!
WOO HOO!
I have seriously been neglecting my blog, lately. Partly because I know no one reads it, and partly because I don’t have as much to say as I thought…at least not something daily. The other reason is FaceBook. Its so fun and I keep finding more and more people on there that i know or used to know. But, I decided that I want to focus my attentions on my blog at least once a week.
SO, here I am…what’s new with me…well, my sweet little daughter, Cat, started drivers education last week. She has classes Mon-Thurs. for a month. She already has her permit after 3 days of drivers ed…( does that sound right to anyone????? A permit to drive after 6 measly hours of training???) Hubby and I have taken her lots during the last year, driving the back roads to and around our house. She’s has some practice, but 6 hours just doesn’t seem to be enough training for a permit.
Anyway…. so she’s off to learn to operate a thousands of pounds worth of metal, glass and steel…but at least by softball time next year, she can drive herself and my days of sitting out behind the high school waiting for her to get off the bus after games, and sitting in my car at the ballpark waiting for practice to end(which ALWAYS ran over by AT LEAST 30 mins) is over. That part makes me deliriously happy! I mean, I can’t tell you how happy…I also can’t tell you how many hours of my life I lost sitting in my car waiting on her. Not her fault, but still…now I don’t have to…well I will for Volleyball season next year, and part of softball, but come end of March…I AM FREE!!! WOO HOO!
well, I guess that’s it for this week…until later!
m
A dog’s blog
ok, so I have this dog, who is the best thing ever…he is smart, cute as a freakin button, and I swear he understands exactly what I say all the time.
He takes great pics..see prior post ” doesn’t it look like my dog is smiling“. He is just all around, the best. He is just like one of the family and most times I talk to him just like I do my kids. So, my sweet, sweet, sassy sister suggested that he should have his own blog. I thought this over and wasn’t sure. I mean, what could he possibly have to write about. Here I am, a full time working mom with lots of interesting stuff going on around me, can harldy find anything good to write about, so what the hell will my dog blog about???
Well, he now has his own blog, so I guess we will see….come on give him a chance…he’s pretty funny…
Yea Kris!!!
Can I just say how happy I am that Kris won AI. I am thrilled! I so wanted him to win from the beginning and he did!!! Too bad Lambert, you screaming, makeup wearing, boy kissing, Freddy Mercury wannabe. See ya on the flip side!
I love that everyone is talking about this today. Last year’s winner was David Cook and I really like him, (and he was great last nite!) but I don’t ever remember there being this much chat about AI being rigged or a contestant being ripped off. I mean, people are acting like Kris couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket, or something. You’d think that “Norman Gentle” walked off with the title and trophy…. Some may like all that screaming and screeching…not me! It wasn’t about his lifestyle, or the way he looked. It was his singing style I didn’t care for. When he sang without all the dramatics, it was good. But then, he had to pull out the screaming, and that creepy stare into the camera. I call it, “Constantine Eyes”. (You’d have to have watched AI a few years ago…and if you did, you know what I mean!!!)For those who didn’t, Constantine was a contestant that had this creepy way of staring down and following the camera with “sexy eyes” and pouty lips…It was gross and a bit creepy… I gotta say, Adam is a bit worse than Constantine…That’s right, I said it.
Its not that I deny he has some kind of talent. He does. Like I said, when he quits with the dramatic, he’s pretty damn good. But every song isn’t meant to be screamed and made into some creepy Marilyn Manson song. I love originality. I like that the contestants are have been challenged to change up the songs and make them their own. But every song doesn’t have to be so different that you can’t make out what the original was. He just wasn’t my style, and apparently he wasn’t alot of America’s style. He was too over the top for me and I am so glad Kris won. I won’t be buying that AI song they are making him sing, but I can’t wait for his to make a real album.
take a look below and tell me these two don’t both have the same look in their eyes…Creepies!!!
I was going to see a movie and then realized…I don’t have any friends!!!!
So, how sad is it that I don’t have any friends. It’s really sad! I am a nice person. I am fun to be around. I make funny jokes…but I am not obnoxious… I don’t always want to be around people, but I have recently figured out, that I don’t have any friends, except on Facebook, and I hardly, if ever see any of those people.
I have people I am friendly with. People who I know, work with..see at the various sports and school functions. But when I decided that I wanted to go see a movie last Friday, (Angels & Demons) I thought about going with someone…but there wasn’t anyone to go with me. HOW SAD!!!
I have been super excited to see this movie ever since I read the book a few years ago…and I recently re read it to be all caught up on it. Sat morning got me thinking about going to see it. But I would have had to go all by myself. Not that it bothers me to do so, most of the time, but it just got me thinking, how I don’t have anyone I could’ve called to go with me. No one. I don’t have any friends in which to take to the movies with me.
I got so depressed and down about this thought, that I never went to the movies this weekend. I just stayed in and read a book in bed.
Now, I believe that this situation might be my fault. I have lived most of my adult life, with my eyes on the prize…5pm…end of the workday. I love to go home, put on my Spongebob pajama pants and relax. Cook a little dinner, help with some homework, do a little laundry. Then I get to watch some TV..one of my various shows that I record every week. My weekends are spent doing my household chores, or mostly just being lazy. I like laying around and relaxing on a Saturday. I like just being home with my kids and husband. I like going out, too. But we seldom have the money to do that much and my husband isn’t much of an “out person” . I am ok with that, but pretty soon, my kids won’t be there on weekends. They will be out with friends of their own. And then I will be alone with my husband. Don’t get me wrong…I like being with my husband. But he has his own interests that I don’t care to do.. No UFC fighting for me…and I don’t want to go out and kill anything….(snakes, hogs, deer, fish) I need my own life. One that doesn’t revolve around kids and schoolwork and laundry.
This is my fault!!! I know it is…So, starting now, I am going to start doing some things for myself. I am going to see my movie. maybe this Friday. I did take off for a vacation day, I could sleep in, make sure everything is held down at the fort, and take off to the movies all by myself.
This doesn’t solve my no-friends issue, but at least its a start to doing something for me…and just me. I might even buy me some new shoes….
I gotta say, that excites me more than the movie!!! I so love shoes!!!
Facebooking…not scrapbooking
Hello again….I’ve been away, but I am back now….not that anyone but my sister would notice…I think, besides spammers, she is the only one who reads this…but, who cares!!! This is for me, not anyone else!
So, I’ve been Facebooking…. Not to be confused with scrapbooking, which I don’t care too much for. Face book, I like…except I have the slowest computer ever and it takes forever to do anything on the damn thing. I got timed out when I was downloading a pic to my profile. It took so long, that Facebook thought I had left. Anyway, I am really enjoying it…I have something like 37 friends, and that’s pretty good for me. High school friends, Jrhigh friends, and family. I could have a whole lot more, but I chose not to add every single person I went to high school with. I mean, I don’t need all there crap cluttering up my Facebook home page. I already have too much on there anyway. I had to hide some of the places and things I became a “fan” of…
I admit, I am still learning…I don’t have any music on there…and I haven’t joined a mafia or bought a farm. I am not sure, I can maintain all that….I am a little worried that all my friends are about to get mad at me already, for sending all the drinks to them from Happy Hour. I have taken some quizes. Found out my Old Lady Name is Myrtle. Posted the top five posters on my wall as a kid(#1 Johnny Depp, 21 Jump Street,/#2Poison/#3Def Lepard/#4INXS/#5 Hang in there Kitty!), and I also found out what my birth number means….(I can’t remember what it means but its a 6).
There is so much to do on there. I never knew…I registered a long time ago, just to keep tabs on my teenage daughter’s profile, and never been on there…since last week, I have added pics, caught up withold friends, chatted with someone I have talked to since 7th grade…its amazing! I never thought I would talk to some of these people. I get to talk to my brother, and sister alot, and my little brother’s wife. I haven’t looked for my other bro’s wife yet. To be honest, I am alittle afraid I might find something I don’t want to know about…(My little brother married an 18 year old named Starla….yes, Starla….) I am pretty sure that’s a stripper name if I ever heard one…no offense to anyone named Starla..she’s probably a nice girl..I wouldn’t know. I have never met her. They got married without telling anyone, including the parents, and kept it a secret for a while. So, surely there isn’t anything I wouldn’t approve of on her Facebook. Anyway, I kinda went on a rant there, sorry!
gotta go.
m
Me and Queen used to be BFFs
BFFs 4EVER!!
My sweet sweet sister Sassy told me yesterday that she had found my long lost BFF from 7th grade. See, Sassy graduated high school when I was in 7th grade, and we moved that summer. My dad was waiting for Sassy to graduate and then we were off…from the place I went to school from 4th grade until 7th.
7th grade was great. We lived in a really small town and Jr High and High School were bussed into a big school system with about 7 other small towns…I had some great friends, but when I think back to that time, only one makes me giggle like a 7th grader.
Her name was…well, I’m not telling you her real name. We’ll just call her Queen. So, Queen and I were at one time inseparable. 7th grade is full of new people, kissing boys, switching classes, hallways, and sleep overs. This is what I remember about me and Queen…
*we used to play hours and hours of super mario bros..(nintendo was new)
*we tried to make homemade cigs one time out of dead grass, cotton and notebook paper, sealed with that clear elmers glue.(not good but they burned like a cig)
*we set our divorced parents up on date, which I still feel bad for, because you know, deep down, I knew , that my dad, bless his heart, just wasn’t right for her sweet, softspoken, beautiful mom…(my dad asked her to pull his finger on the first date…I rest my case)
*I slow danced with a boy for the first time at her 13th bday party, and then got dumped by the same boy, that very nite for another female party guest….His name I will tell you…Andy…what a jerk!!!
*we used to sneak out of her bedroom window, and not even leave her yard?? I don’t know why!! We also snuck out of my house and just hang out in the back yard…again, I don’t know why..oh yeah! it was to smoke the home made cigs!!!
*for my 13th bday at my party she gave me one of my most charished gifts. A large bottle of blue Verve body spray/perfume. Now this one doesn’t seem like much, but when I was 12-13, we were dirt poor. Not just middle class…like really poor. I so wanted that perfume and then she remembered and got it for me…This was like gold to me…(I had smelled it at Mervyns and knew we could never afford it. I never even asked for it, but Queen had some and I spent alot of time over at her house and she always let me have some.)
*lastly, this was the only friend at this age, that I never ever remember talking behind my back. At 13 that’s incredible. I never talked behind hers either… she even jumped down that stupid Andy kid’s throat and asked him and the little hussy he dumped me for,to leave her party all those years ago…
She was great…she always had this kinda bohemian vibe to her, and I always thought that she was just so cool…she went her own path, and I think she’s still like that..we haven’t really had the chance yet to catch up…I’m so excited!!!!
She lives really far away, so there’s no chance for us to see each other, but we got connected again… thanks to facebook and Sassy….
Dirty Tshirts
So, I have this guy that works with me, and first let me say, I work in a warehouse type setting, except I am in the office, but this guy works out in the warehouse. Let me just fill you in a bit about this guy…we’ll call him Len.
Len thinks he is the coolest, hottest, most wanted man around. He struts around, and I do mean strut…(he actually has this walk that’s a cross between George Jefferson and John Travolta in Grease!! ( I <3 Grease)) He’s not totally unfortunate looking, and a little on the skinny side, but in his head, he is the total ladies man….He thinks that all the women here, and probably everywhere else, want to jump him. He’s always telling me about how women he doesn’t even know, hit on him all the time. When I hear someone brag on themselves like that, I think 2 things….
1. No one really hits on him, he just likes to brag on himself and he can’t think of anything else to impress me…
2. Who are the skanks hitting on this guy??
Now, don’t get me wrong, this guy is actually not that bad to be around…he knows I’m married, so he tones down the “vibe” around me, so I can concentrate on my work..(LOL Just kidding!!!!) No, really he is nice…but he’s really skinny, and he still has a mullet…well, a mullet of sorts…yep folks, its business up front and a party in the back.
He’s also totally obsessed with a manager that works up front, so he makes time several times a day to strut by her office…anyway….on with the Tshirt story….
he wore a Tshirt the other day that really made me laugh. It was totally filthy, but it was funny. It said “I like to snatch kisses and vice versa“.
I told you it was dirty….but it made me laugh, and got me to thinking of a few other shirts that made me laugh, and some of them I have bought.
I bought my husband a shirt one time, I saw in the mall, (in the Gumball store, no less) which was one of those Big Johnson shirts… Most of the ones I had seen were stupid, but this one cracked me up…it said “Big Johnson’s Bar and Casino: Liquor up front, Poker in the rear“. I know….It’s pretty dirty, but I couldn’t help myself, I had to get one.
The first time I ever saw the “FBI: Female Breast Inspector” shirt I chuckled alittle too!! I once bought a shirt at a tattoo parlor, that simply had “69” on the back…which, depending on how dirty minded you are, is kinda dirty….I took it as dirty, so I guess I am pretty dirty minded…
another one that comes to mind is a shirt I saw on a 20 something guy(seems to be who buys most of these shirts). It said “Smile, it’s the second best thing you can do with your lips.” Now, this one does make me smile…so I guess the shirt worked….
here are some other ones that make me smile…..
-You’d look better on my face
-Gardeners do it with hoes
-5cent mustache rides
-For my next trick, I need a condom and a volunteer
Don’t get me wrong, I think these are hilarious…but I wouldn’t ever want to be seen in one or with anyone who wears them…
My husbands old Big Johnson shirt, well, it bit the dust a while ago…But here’s a picture of one…tell me that doesn’t make you smile…..
spring/summer feet
ok, so below is one of my fav emails I get every year. It may seem insignificate to some of you, but to the others(you know who you are), this is a set of rules, and they must be followed. I don’t know why these things are so important, but since I love shoes and shoes go on feet…there are rules…..see below
Raise your big toes and repeat after me below…
As a member of the Sisterhood, I pledge to follow the Rules when wearing sandals and other open-toe shoes:
I will promise to go to my local nail salon at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $20 or $25 and worth EVERY penny).
The Open Toed Shoe Pledge
I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.
I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free.
I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.
I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow.
I will shave the hairs off my big toe.
I won’t wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there..
If a strap breaks, I won’t duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back! into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.
I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl’s if my feet need him.
I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids’ sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.
I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.
I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes are as long as my fingers and no sandal makes creepy feet look good.
I will promise if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.
I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear… nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals.
Work issues
FIVE BEST THINGS TO SAY IF YOU GET CAUGHT SLEEPING AT YOUR DESK:
NUMBER 5: They told me at the Blood Bank this might happen.
NUMBER 4: ‘This is just a 15 minute power nap they raved about in the time-management course you sent me to.
NUMBER 3: ‘Whew! Guess I left the top off the Whiteout. You probably got here just in time!
NUMBER 2: Did you ever notice sound coming out of these keyboards when you put your ear down real close?
And MY all time Favorite:
NUMBER 1: best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk: (Raising your head slowly) ‘… in Jesus’ name, Amen
