I just finished reading Sgt. Hook's post "Land of the Free, Home of the Brave". He has a link to a great article. He's right, it made me cry.

Where did this week go? I feel like I've been in a whirlwind. Tomorrow is TGIF, the highlight of the week. I feel like I've lived at work this week...home to shower, change clothes, grab a nap, pot of coffee and hit the road again. I've ate toast with peanut butter and jelly for supper every night this week, except for Tuesday when I went to bed.

I've not watched or read any news. I have no clue what is going on except Bush and the Pope says no gay marriages. Let the uproar begin.

I can sum up my opinion real fast and move on. Religion needs to stay out of the government and the government needs to stay out of religion. Gays want to get married go for it. No I don't believe Christianity and homosexuality are compatible. I've not found it in the Bible. If someone can show me, I'm open to changing my opinion. I've read and studied the Bible, and nope, didn't catch it.

Moving right along...there is a blog I read a couple of times a week that's on the top 20 in the Truth Laid Bear. Now this blogger, who will go unmentioned, posts several times through out the day. Early morning to evening. Usually excellent posts covering a variety of subjects. Nice graphics, interesting links...you get the picture. I finally just figured out...this person posts from work. Day after day. Damn. Now...how do I get a job like that? I was at work 7 hours and 45 minutes today before I even got to eat a sandwich. I am doing something wrong. I'm open for suggestions. Other than being a princess of course...I've applied and no one is hiring.

I noticed, kind of, not alot, the last few days some of the blogs on my blogroll list had been updated but it wasn't showing. Well tonight I noticed that a few people I had added to the list were no longer there. Hmm.

I guess that will teach me to pay attention.

As I'm waiting to leave for work I'm reading blogs as usual. ..turningtables... is one of my favorites to read. I rarely read other peoples comments unless I'm going to post a comment. Today I wanted to so I started reading the comments posted on his 7.29.2003 post.

The first person that commented pissed me off. I really could care less if he's anti-American who really gives a shit what they think. What pissed me off is who he targeted. Someone far away from what he is defending (loved ones, peaceful nights, comforts we all take for granted). I guess these hateful morons really don't understand Americans. Kick one of us when we are down and it just makes us stronger, more determined and dangerous.

I sure wish the media would get their hands on that comment. The US Army is crap? I think not infidel.

I was reading in the Detroit News this morning that the ACLU is filing a federal lawsuit attacking the Patriot Act in Detroit. Check it out. When it comes to the government and what they want, if they want something do we have any rights at all?

Let me share with you my recent experience with the IRS. In May I received a letter from the IRS wanting proof that the dependent I am claiming (my 16yo son) exists I guess in the year 2001.

I woke up to this great post by Dean Esmay over at Dean's World. Dean has interviewed Allen Forkum and John Cox from Cox and Forkum Editorial Cartoons blog.

The Blogger Cycle cartoon is hilarious. I feel like posting it on my wall. What talented guys. Including Dean for doing such a great piece on this. After reading it and laughing at the cartoons all I could think was "excellent".

I know I have commented before on bloggers that have the tip jar out, now I'm beginning to see the light.

Well I didn't end up getting home until about 5..and went right to bed for my nap. Well now that my nap is over. I feel good. Actually I think I have to do this more often.

Oh..and just for you people in Detroit who get off work at 5pm. Guess what..the traffic is as lousy at 3:30. WTF?

Well it seems I can't sleep. Maybe a little too much mental stimulation from today...I mean yesterday. So I just made me a couple of cups of coffee..and I'm going to work. Damn well better be quieter this time of night.

Maybe I'll get a little excitement in and find somebody sleeping. Hopefully by 3pm tomorrow...I mean today, I'll be back home again napping. Yeah right.

Well I got home from work at 8. Ugh whatta day. Some of the things on my agenda as I walk in the door.

State surveyor in on a complaint investigation - it was unfounded, he left at 3pm.
Medical Records gal had walked out...no one has done filing, closing records etc. since I've been gone.
No Admission's person, the spot did not get filled.
One nurse to fire.
Two Union grievances to hear today. Three nursing assistants to fire.
Dietician had her baby...leaves me to do her job of rapidly reviewing and documenting the weight of 150+ people, notifying families/MD's of weight losses and gains.
I am having a corporate survey Wednesday...which they require a weeks worth of gathering of materials. I have 2 days.
My staffer did not show up til noon. She's walking a fine line.
32 pieces of corporate email requiring something...my printer is broke.
An entire family descends on me to discuss the in's and outs of tube feeding, advance directives, and hospice vs comfort care, actually the most important thing I did today.
32 people stop me to ask me what I did on vacation - I could wrap that up fast.
4 people told me at 8:30am I looked 10 years younger, at 7pm they told me to go home I looked like shit. That still makes me laugh.
Chewed out 3 different vendors for not sending the supplies I need.
Sent one drug rep's ass flying out the door.
Found out I am probably being sued.

Oh glory days, it's so good to be back.

Well I've pretty much spent my last day reading a damn book I can't put down. Mortal Fear by Greg Isles. I will finish this dang thing before I even think about getting in a bed tonight.

I can not believe I really have to go back to work tomorrow. It's all a state of mind right? Uh huh. I should of been born a princess.

I used a term the other day that I'm quite familiar with, but the group of people I was with (Detroit people) had no clue what I was saying. Do you know what:

"Living on the bottoms" mean?

Obviously this is a regional term, but I'm curious as to what regions other than where my roots are.

Yeah right, like I'm really going to put my IP address in here. Let me know if you are on the list.

See what the rich have to whine about. Oh yeah, I feel sorry for him. My ass.

It seems a bomb was found on Selfridge National Guard Air Force Base yesterday here in Michigan. I guess for terrorists it was good timing since there was an air show. Luckily it was found and detonated before anyone was hurt. Sure didn't see that on CNN.

Earlier this week Sage One approached me with some questions to share with his readers. Today he posted my answers.

Why do questions always feel like a test? Why do I always feel like I flunked?

I posted earlier about feeling bummed. Trapped in my job. Then I read Kate's post on Electric Venom. I could of wrote that post 10 years ago. What she posted is sick thinking. What I posted earlier was sick thinking.

We have choices, more choices than we let ourselves see. We may feel trapped in our relationships, our jobs, our life. We may feel locked into behaviors - such as caretaking or controlling....
The sense of being trapped is an illusion. We are not controlled by circumstances, our past, the expectations of others, or our unhealthy expectations for ourselves. We can choose what feels right for us, without guilt. We have options. From the "Language of Letting Go" by Melody Beattie.

I was whining because I feel trapped in my job.

Kate feels trapped and said it herself:
As a woman - well, I'm just plain ol' fucking tired. I'm tired of being all things to all of the people that I love, all of the time, all of it with the expectation that I'll give 100%, and always with the knowledge that whatever I do - and whomever I do it for - I'm going to fail because nobody - nobody - can give 100% to two, three, even four things simultaneously. It just can't be done.

And I'm angry.

Sometimes we can't see that we have choices, and unrealistic expectations of ourselves. We get angry and depressed and really don't know why, not being able to see that we hold the key to unlock the mess.

Kate's right, she's not perfect, none of us are. Until she actually gives herself permission to not be perfect...Kate is going to be miserable. Just like I was.

I signed up for "Breaking News from CNN" uh huh, well I just got one. Check this out:

A group of armed men appear to be planting explosives in Manila's financial district, CNN's Maria Ressa reports. - Watch CNN or go to CNN.com for more information

Appear to be planting explosives? Excuse me while I go tune into CNN...to see what it appears to be to me.

I really hate the thought of going back to work Monday. Beyond hate, it's really bumming me out. I'm a nurse, I believe I was meant to be a nurse, but the healthcare industry has changed so drastically you can't be a nurse anymore.

Acidman set me off this morning with one of his posts and according to him, and rightly so, he said I barked at him. I did. I apologized for that. Someone who is not in the medical industry can not possibly understand what is going on.

Nurses have left in droves. There is a nursing shortage. It's not about salaries and benefits or nursing would of died off back in the 60's. That has changed over the years...salaries and benefits have improved. The majority of nurses that do stay only because 1) they keep hoping someday they will be able to do their jobs, and 2) they are locked into that salary level.

Many are saying fuck it all, they are the smart ones that realize that #1 is not going to change in our lifetimes. If I hadn't divorced then the ex dying, which drastically altered my future financial outlook (no I didn't ever receive alimony)...I'd be long gone by now. I will be long gone soon. Everything I have focused on in the past year is to simplify my life so I can take a drastic cut in wages. Well, one more to put through college anyway. Six more years? ARGGHH! Life sucks.

Andrew over at an error occurred... asks how do you keep the people passing by coming back?

Well to save alot of typing I could just say right here "hell if I know",and that would be true, but that would make a shitty post now wouldn't it.

So I ask myself what keeps me going back to the people on my blogroll? There is even more than that, I have a few in my news aggregator and I have even more in my favorites folder. I've just been too damn lazy to get everybody where they belong.

Here is my list of why I keep going back:
They've wrote something that made me laugh...I have a dark, sarcastic sense of humor..and that will pull me in fast.
They've opened up something about their personal life that I connected with: empathized, sympathized or peeked my curiosity.
They've wrote a rant that made me green with envy.
They've wrote a rant that seriously pissed me off.
They've posted something that made me open my eyes and turn my mind in a direction it hasn't looked before.
They share knowledge of something I know nothing about..and realize they can help change that.
The blog is pleasing to the eye.

I'm sure there is more but that comes to mind quickly.

Now for my list I won't return to:
Redundancy.
No personal touch.
The blog hurts my eyes.
Teenagers. I'm so glad my mind no longer works like that.
Poetry.

I'm sure my list will grow as time goes by just like my favorites folder and blogroll.

I just checked out the movie trailer for Mel Gibson's movie "The Passion".
This is one movie I definitely will want to see.

Check this out.

When I first seen these questions I thought o'hell, I'm not doing that. Then my imagination kicked in and I figured I could have some serious fun with this. My life has definitely covered every genre there is.

1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?

The first thing that came to my mind was "All Fucked Up and No Place to Go". Then I thought, damn I can't say that. If I'm going to be halfway truthful about this...ok, that's the title of my movie.

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?

The film definitely would have to begin with some Eric Clapton and Led Zeppelin. Eugene Pratt of Mason Proffit would have to cover the score of the high school years. If anyone has heard of that...I'll be shocked.
Of course this would have to be a 2 CD set. Enigma would have to be on for all partial nudity and sexual scenes. Then we have to throw in a little Motown, just because I live here now. Absolutely no country music. That would be in the contract.

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?

Well I don't know about action, I would think there would be a large chunk of the movie where you might want to return phone calls, get popcorn...go to the bathroom whatever in between the funny and weird stuff.

4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?

This one stumped me the longest. Jody Foster can play me, just because I like her. Cher or Scully would have to be my Mom..she's a combination of the 2. My father would be Tony Soprano. All the ex's would have to be Tommy Lee Jones, Samuel L. Jackson, Eddie Murphy, and Dana Carvey...figure that mess out. Shit I can't.

5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.

Jodie Foster sitting on top of hill, sun shining brightly, wind gently blowing her hair...as she gazes over a cornfield. Watching it grow.

Boring but that was fun.

I never thought I would be unhappy it was Friday, next to Saturday it's my favorite day. Not today...this means I only have 3 days left of vacation. If I think about this much more it's going to depress the shit out of me.

Three days of peace then back to a zillion phone calls, lazyass staff, the sick and dying, corporate bullshit, union bullshit, no a/c in my office (have I mentioned that before?) and last but not least Detroit traffic. I keep telling myself one more year. I think I said that last year.

I am really surprised I don't do drugs, it would be preferred over alcohol. Alcohol is a good drug of choice mostly...it makes you feel a little floaty, happy, romantic and sexy....right up til you have to pee every ten minutes. That's sort of a mood killer, trust me on this.

Now if they could invent alcohol pills...I'm signing up.

For those of you who are also just a little bit bored I give you The Online Sexual Addiction Questionnaire.

Umm...you don't get one of those cute little boxes to put on your site for this one...it's the real deal. But, if it makes you feel any better I can swing by your site or send you email and call you a pervert.

Here's two other flash mob sites here and here for your amusement. Also a little article found searching Google.

Can you tell I'm just a little bit bored today?

Apparently they will show the bodies. I can't help but think that killing these two brothers were in fact finding and destroying weopons of mass destruction.

This topic seems to be a reoccurring thing in my life. Not only am I finding posts from other bloggers on the subject, but the damn things keep popping up on my TV when I least expect it. So Greg, this is for you. Also a wonderful site for you to wander through on your leisure time. Right before bedtime I'm sure. Heh, heh.

Apparently not. A couple of good posts here and here on the subject.

Now this guy would definitely get my vote. How much you want to bet he's out doing a little "campaigning" on Ladies Night?

It seems the scorned lover will be suing
the wife of the adulterer.
Let the games begin.

Do you think the government should publicize the death pictures of Uday and Qusay?

I could really get into this chillin thing. Although I was really ambitious today...put a roast in the crockpot. No vegiges. I seem to be all out of them. Still have Ben & Jerry's though...what more does one need.

I finally ventured out today to get my hair cut. I didn't do the head shave thing though....since no one seems to know where the make-up line ends when you are bald. Too complicated for me.

I have discovered somethings this week. Daytime TV is even crappier than night time TV...still. No one is in my apartment building all day long. The mailman is a mailwoman. The mall is filled with old people and teenagers on Tuesdays. And...it only took 6 days to get out of the habit of waking up at 5:30am and sleeping til 10am.

Funny stuff. Check it out.

I ran across this ariticle the other day. Saved it....thought about it for awhile. So now I'm sharing it. Something about this babe reminds me of the women Acidman talks about.

I've ran across many blogs in the blogworld asking for handouts donations. Pardon the Arabic but...What the fuck for? This is the cheapest damn hobby one could hope to have. Are there people out there that are trying to make a living out of this?

Is this the new way to find the sugar daddy and mama? Is anybody really getting anymore than chump change? If you send a $100 to these people will they prostitute themselves for a post?

This is one of those things that my elevator is riding to the top on but the doors aren't opening. Anybody care to enlighten me?

Oh..and by the way, I'm looking for a sugar daddy, new or used. Forget the donation...just send him.

I moved to this area a little over 4 years ago. I know I've posted before I felt like I was in a different country. I wanted to share some of the odd things they do:

Interstates are expressways. Not only that, they name them: Walter Reuther, Jeffries, Southfield, the Lodge etc.
Liquor stores are party stores. Who is gonna argue with that one?
Hotdogs are coneys. Cafes are coneys, well some of them, others are Deli's. What's up with that?

The first time I heard someone ask in a restaurant coney for a "diet" and the waitress wrote it down. My mouth hung open and I asked my friend "Why did you ask for a diet menu?" She looked about as shocked as I did then. So then I asked "How do you know she's not going to bring you a diet 7-Up or Mountain Dew, or Rootbeer?" She went "Huh?" Then I looked at the menu...umm, no choices.

Why does every thing have to have mayo on it?

I failed to find a gas station that wasn't owned by an Arabic. Or a party store for that matter. If someone happens to own non-Arabic, sorry I missed you. Maybe you would let a woman who has been stuck in a traffic jam for 90 minutes use your toilet? If so, please email me your location and I'll mapquest you out for further reference. I promise I'll buy gas.

The Golden Archs are the only place to find a restroom. Ok, I drink way too much coffee.

Wow did I find a toy place. I really need to get over this need for new toys. Just not today.

I'm a firm believer in the supernatural. I believe there is a vast and strong spiritual world around us. Nope, I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in spirits. Good and bad. I do believe in possession. I believe I have encountered an angel once. I believe, no, I know, I was in the same room with someone possessed by evil before. Evil is tangible, when you touch it there is no doubts.

You can call me whacked, insane, batty, crazy...whatever. I know what I know...I don't give a rats ass what anybody thinks.

Ten year old Ryan Reynolds knew when he saw angels. I doubt if he cared what anyone else believed either. Make sure you check out the link to the photos.

I've been leaving my phone unplugged since I've been on vacation. Every 8 or 12 hours I check my messages. If I remember. Well this morning one of my messages, which I saved but can't get back to yet....is some guy who says he's calling about my internet site Altered Perception..blah blah. He has "some options" to discuss with me.... Uh huh.

How the fuck can you track someone down? I want to know. So now it's too late to call this guy...but bet your butt I will in the morning. So much for posting anymore about work stuff. I guess I'm not anonymous at all.

Anybody else been tracked down?

Well I still haven't decided if I want to go home or not for a couple of days. I checked the prices into Omaha...damn $388. Now that's alot of money for a couple of days of shopping, eating and casino hopping. Besides if I go I will get roped into taking the kid to KC to Worlds of Fun.

Decisions, decisions....I hate having to make a decision when I'm in lazyass mode.

I was reading Little Tiny Lies who has a great post on athletes and their women problems. In the post he mentions this:

What's the deal with MJ's penis? No amount of searching on Google got me anywhere. This is just medical curiosity, research shit...yeah, let's go with that.

There is an old white Pontiac thats been sitting in the parking lot outside of this window for 3 days that won't start. It obviously needs a starter. The young woman brings her 2 kids out about every 2-3 hours and tries to get that baby to turn over....since Friday. She always tries it twice then leaves. Why the battery isn't dead by now is way beyond me.

She's tried twice since 7:30 this morning. If and when I get dressed and decide not to be a lazy ass bum, I'll go ask her if she needs to go to the store or something. I sure the hell wouldn't want to walk 2 miles with little kids to the store. Then again, I'm lazy...and being lazy is on my agenda for this week.

I have a few military blogs that I read daily that I've stumbled on over the past few months. I know many bloggers have mentioned these guys alot and it's high time I do.

If not for these guys and too damn many like them I wouldn't be sitting here in my a/c comfort, sipping coffee and thanking them and God. I have never experienced anything like what they are living and experiencing, and I have a bigger chance of winning the lotto then doing so...or killed by a vending machine, so I'm told.

How do you ever thank these brave men and women? How do you ever let them know I appreciate them? Millions of us do appreciate them. Whether overseas or stateside each one is a hero. Not the politicians and the other bullshitters. Actions will always speak louder than words. Often when I read their words my heart aches for them and I can't reallly understand why things are the way they are. I'm sure I will never have that knowledge in this life.

These are some of the ones that are in my heart and prayers:

..turning tables.., A Minute Longer, Chief Wiggles, LT SMASH, PontifexExMachina.com, Sgt Hook.

So I settled for this instead of the Blizzard. Just so yanno.

This is the first time I've stumbled across Judge William Youngs sentencing of the Shoe Bomber in it's entirety. If any of you haven't read it, it's a damn fine rant and does deserve to be remembered. Here it is.

I really, really, really want one of these tonight.

Well I've pretty much shot this day doing nothing. Well...not quite true. I bought the DVD Rose Red a couple of months ago, then heard it wasn't very good. So I sorta stuck it on the DVD shelf. Today I decided to watch it and I'm about half way through. Actually I think it's pretty good.

Ever check out this site?

It seems there is a latest craze that's been around awhile that I've managed to miss. Flash Mobs. There is even a weblog to keep you updated: Cheesebikini.com

Are we really that bored? At what point will the "mild mannered merriment" of the flash mob change into something else? I hope I'm wrong. Something about this really sits wrong with me.

I literally visited Dean's World last night for his birthday party. Dean and his beautiful wife Rosemary are everything you can imagine. Fun people. Rosemary you need to start your own blog or post more!

Several bloggers were there and the conversation was as varied as the blogs represented, from a poll of who would do Bill Clinton - I won't hold that against any of you, to Amos and Andy. My blogroll will definitely grow today.

Dean, although the camera missed the best shot..we will all remember your glorious moment. I am so glad I went. Thank you for a great evening.

Sometimes I really can't believe what I'm reading. I believe this is probably true and sad. Obviously the little boys and girls need a playground supervisor.

For once in my life I would of loved to be a cop that had to report to that mess.

When I ran across this on A Small Victory I had to post a link. This is especially for you Greg.

What Kind of Zombie are You?

I know I'm not taking that damn test.

Some hard questions, but those are always the best...right?

1. When was the last time you cheated?

Maybe grade school, I'm not even sure about then. Somewhere in my strict Catholic upbringing a very efficient job was done in making me believe that if certain rules were broke, God would smite me down like an insect. At least some fat nun would chase me down with a yardstick and beat the hell out of me.

2. When was the last time you stole?

7th grade, I took two pieces of incense from local drugstore with my best friend. The next day we took it back...I didn't sleep all night long. Sounds like bullshit I know. I was raised knowing that if I didn't work, I didn't eat. If I could not afford it, I didn't get it. Sneaking cigarrettes from my mother didn't count though, I was saving her.

3. When was the last time you lied?

I ended a very dysfunctional relationship about 3 years ago. The last month there I was telling lies right and left to get out of it intact. I was good at it too, surprised me.

4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another's property?
I egged somebody's van in high school. I really enjoyed that.

5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?

That would be my oldest son when I refused to lend him money to pay taxes after he dumped $1500 on a new Dell. Oh well. Momma is not a part time job baby.

When I read this article I've been rendered speechless. What can anyone possibly say about something so asinine. This is Hillary's state..right?

This caption really caught my eye Little Robots in Your Pants. I figured damn, CNN got wind of Acidman's bionic dick. But no, funny article anyway.

Now I'll post about my loud mouth neighbor. At 7:35 this morning, I hear the first "muthafucka" of dozens. She is averaging 8 per minute...I counted for a few minutes. After about the first 10 minutes I decide to open the blinds and see why the hell this loud mouth is standing outside of my window. Hell..she's not, she's in the adjacent building sitting in her window on a rant. First time I've even been happy these apartments don't have decks.

Now this rant is still going on. I would not want to be the guy she is talking about, and it sounds like she'll be catching up with him tonight. I sure and hell hope it won't be in this complex.

How can anybody keep up a yelling rant on the phone for over and hour? Doesn't she need oxygen? Hell typing a rant wears me out.

When I went to sign in this morning to blog about my crazy neighbor...there was nothing to sign on too for about 30 minutes. Now this is not a good thing, because I have no clue how to set it back up if I had too.

Dean set me up...all I do is hit the link, name and password and I'm blogging. Obviously this is not a good thing. All that keeps playing in my mind is Uh Oh.

Velociworld is asking to share your darkest secrets. I see there wasn't alot of responses, actually one. A pierced penis, now if nobody knows that guys secret, guess what, he ain't getting any.

Now I think his darkest secret happens to women alot. I know it has to my friends, and I know it's happened enough to me. Hell it probably even happened to Monica Lewinsky.

Not to down play the situation he was in, it can be damn scarey. I remember walking home more than once. I've never had it happen with another female though...I'm afraid I would find myself laughing, probably later puking. Nothing against lesbians, don't get uptight, it's just not my thang. I'll be watching his post to see what turns up though...interesting request.

Obviously somebody very creative got on their soapbox with this rant.

A Small Victory had one of the best posts I've read in the blogging world. Check it out.

I'm sure my kids thought I was the Mom from hell. I knew where they were and who they were with. I checked. They always whined and said I didn't trust them...and they were right. My Mom trusted me big time....oh BIG mistake. I was the teenager from hell who never got caught. Ok a few times. But when I told her I would never do it again...damn, she believed me.

So when my kids came along, oh boy, I was ready for them. I told them why I do what I do, without my history of course. We talked about sex, alcohol and drugs. Well I did the talking. They rolled their eyes. I talked about consequences of sex, alcohol and drugs...with different scenarios. I taught them if they made an option to try adult things and what the end result could be.

I talked about pregnancy, and that abortion wasn't an option, that parenting was "the" result. That financial responsibility was "the" result. If you are caught breaking the law...doing time was "the" result.

Who knows which one of my many soapbox diatribes got through but so far so good. Of course Bill Cosby's line always helped too: I brought you into this world....I can take you out. That always got me a few snorts.

For some reason Greg at Death's Door, the Spanish Announcers Table keeps popping up weirdly in my life. Now yesterday's post of mine about seeing his blog in #1 spot on the Truth Laid Bear actually happened. No where in the blogosphere has anyone else mentioned this. I haven't hallucinated since college that I'm aware of and I know it was there. So there. Granted it was 4:30am...but that doesn't mean shit.

So last night very late, which I should of been in bed but being on vacation I'm watching what I thought was a Sci-Fi flick about experimenting with viruses and a computer gone haywire. Fine...nothing too mentally stimulating but the action kept going...when suddenly the screen is filled with brain eating zombies. Flashback to Greg's post.
Somehow it's his fault this happened. I know it. I had to sleep with 2 damn lamps on last night. Why didn't I just turn off the damn TV, or change stations? Because it was too damn late. Now I was whining not too long ago that a movie hasn't gotten to me in a long time. Boy this one did. Even today I keep looking behind me.
Somehow I know Greg is fucking with my mind damn it.

I had someone point out in my comments yesterday that my blog artwork could cause some problems for people reading blogs at work.

When I ran across the drawing it spoke to me, I have no idea why, it just did. It looks nothing like me or anyone I know, it just reminded me of me...sitting on the bed looking at the day beginning out the window, pondering life and gathering myself mentally to face life. A private moment we all need.

I do not read blogs at work, I don't have the time. I have a computer that sits on my desk at work...so I can read the inane email from the corporate yahoo's that send me shit all day long. My first gut reaction to the comment is...get to work lazy ass, what the hell are you doing reading blogs and getting paid for it? In all honesty..I'm jealous. I realize this could be some readers only access to a computer.

So Jivha...I'll change the picture if you promise to keep coming back.

If you've never checked out Geoffrey's blog, Dog Snot Diaries it's really a damn funny read. If he doesn't do it, the people who comment on his site definitely will. He's a fun time and you don't even have to meet him. Maybe it's better if you don't...he's mean, he's nasty, grouchy, tempermental bastard....damn it sounds like the Acidman doesn't it? Personally I think they are related.

Today was a great day...I didn't have to work. I went out to breakfast with a friend, then went to the bank. Finally! I had a nice talk with an investment advisor, Chad...who I think was so young he only has to shave weekly. He seemed very knowledgable..but..I don't trust a 16yo with 50 bucks. Yanno what I mean?

Then...off to the mall, Bed Bath and Beyond...where I got some great new pillows. Quit yawning. Waldensbooks...loaded up. Then..to my favorite place. Best Buy.

One of the things I purchased there was software to learn Arabic. Why you ask? In my facility I have several non English speaking Arabics. About 2 weeks ago the lady was trying to tell us something. It took a couple of hours- unfortunately to round someone up to interpret what she was saying. Usually we just call the family for interpretation or ask someone on staff who is Arabic to interpret. That day...we couldn't find anyone. What the poor woman was trying calmly to tell us - she had chest pains. Fuck. So she was hustled to the ER fast...ended up being indigestion thank God and she returned in 4 hours, but still. Close call for her.

I also bought to crappy CD's. Jean Luc Ponty - who I usually like, then Regina Carter. Both are violin players but these 2 CD's are much too jazzy for me. I should of got the Train and the Led Zeppelin...damn it.

Go over and give the big guy a couple of blogosphere whacks.

I know I'm on vacation and I wake up at 4:30am, how's that for being excited. So I go cruising online and look at the TLB and find Instapundit has been replaced from his number one spot. Death's Door, the Spanish Announcers Table has went to the top. Don't know how ya did it Greg...but Way to Go!