I feel the need to go somewhere. Anywhere. Just for a little while. I don’t care if anyone goes with me.
California is wearing on me. The US is wearing on me. I need to look at something different before I go crazy.
But where to go? Canada is still too cold. Mexico would be nice...sit on a beach and drink Mexican Coca-cola. Paris would be lovely but may be a bit chilly which means the UK would be cold, too. Anywhere in Greece would be a nice spot to visit right now, doncha think? Australia is entirely too far away. Oh who am I joking? I can’t go anywhere right now because I have a job. Bleh.
Maybe I could be happy just making a quick trip to Disneyland down in SoCal. But SoCal isn’t THAT much different than here.
If you had the time and the monies to go anywhere right now, where would you go?
Fuck this song to hell and back. This song is on heavy rotation on the muzak at work. I’d like to stab my eardrums out with a toothpick or whatever object is close-by that would fit into my ear canal whenever I hear it come on over the radio.
So, I’m sharing this fucking-ass annoying song with the rest of you so you can be as miserable as I am from time to time. Some of you will recognize it from Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve never watched the show so I didn’t know where it was from until I looked for it. It makes me seriously stabby. They shouldn’t play such annoying songs at work. Especially when I’m there.
Doug has been off for spring break for two weeks. Two weeks is entirely too long for him to be off work and in my farking way. Like right now? He is watching something on the Shroud of Turin. No! This is the time that I watch my previously TiVo’d shows. And he is sitting in my spot on the sofa. This annoys me greatly. Plus he wants to like do these things that I sooo don’t want to do. If he wants to do them, then he can do them, but I don’t need to be included because I’ve already got my own plans (which yes, include watching TiVo shows. 
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I’m off work today but I need to go shopping for groceries and for some other things. I also need to start planning Dixie’s first birthday party next month. I can’t decide if I want her birthday party to be themed with Hello Kitty or just a generic pink theme. I also need to think of what I’ll get her for her first birthday. Nah, she isn’t spoiled or anything. 
when it counts. That is what we all do, don’t we? I mean, sometimes we stray from what is right, but never when it counts.
Well, it counts now. My good friend Lisa has been diagnosed with stupid-ass cancer (I don’t mean ass cancer...she hasn’t got ass cancer...is there ass cancer? She has ovarian cancer.) for the third time. Fucking cancer, I’d like to kick it’s ass. Lisa has kicked it’s ass. Twice. And now she has to do it all again. I hate that she has to do it again. I hate that anyone has to do it.
A while ago she expressed a wish to take her two young girls to Disneyworld. (This is where you all come in, okay so pay attention.) So rather than Lisa having to pay for her medical treatments and being off work and everything that goes along with being ill AND the trip to Disneyworld with her family, we...meaning you, me and the other bloggers and friends who read here and other blogs...are going to pay for it.
Miss Ann has set up a Raffle on her blog to benefit the Send Lisa to Disneyworld fund. There are LOADS of fantastic prizes that have been donated for the raffle and more coming in all the time. All you have to do to get in on the prizes is just click on the button below to read the details. If you aren’t interested in the prizes, then consider donating anyway. You can forfeit your name being included by contacting Miss Ann.
So c’mon everybody! Lets make some magical dreams happen!
I’ve been a bit pissy the last few days. With the stupidity of the supplemental tax bill we received and all the crap with the sprinklers and irrigation system.
I’m especially pissed about the sprinklers because it turns out that the repair/replacement wouldn’t have been necessary if the stupid city had turned our water all the way on like they were supposed to do. Remember when the water line broke to the house and we had to have that repaired? Well the city has to turn off the water at the street and then turn it back on and we all know that they are stupid asshats. Anyway, it turns out that when the water was turned back on, it was just barely turned back on at the street. Why? No clue. This caused a great deal of shit because the sprinklers stopped working. We called someone in to fix them and they never really worked well so we decided to have the sprinkler system replaced because all the grass died. ANYway...turns out the sprinklers were fucking working FINE but the water pressure was low due to it not being turned on properly. OMFG I was so mad yesterday I could have spit nails. We didn’t notice any water pressure issues inside because all our water taps have the low-flow things on them so as to not waste water. So, we’re paying $4,600 for an unnecessary sprinkler system plus the cost of redoing the lawns because the asshats at the city water works are cumguzzlingguttersluts.
Anyway, fast forward to this afternoon. The sprinklers are all in, they’re all working perfectly and everything should be lovely and fine. I was outside with Dixie and Buddy and I notice that along the back fence, it looks strange. And then I realize that my two lavatera plants are missing. Gone. Not even a stump where they should be. 
Where did they go? Did the guys doing the sprinkler system take them? Did they accidentally kill them and then hid the bodies? I can’t find them anywhere! And it isn’t as though they were small plants! There are pictures of Dixie beside them and they are were at least 2 feet tall and about as wide. I haven’t paid the company yet for their services but you can bet your sweet ass that I’m going to deduct the cost of the two MISSING PLANTS. My gawd.
I took a photo:
