It seems the main topic of non-interesting things on this blog lately has been the sorry state of my health. Whatever nasty little bug I woke up with on that fateful Sunday before Christmas has decided to hang around and kick my ass. From the ear infections, bronchitis, back pain...blah, blah, blah. Yes, I'm damn sick of it too.

As a nurse you learn to ask patients to rate their pain, usually from 1-10. That's the scale most people can relate too. Ten of course being the most unbearable pain. Well at 4am this morning I woke up in excruciating pain in my lower back. It took me 5 minutes to make it to an upright position on the edge of the bed. I think I might of woke the upstairs neighbors up with the resounding "FUCK!" scream as I made it to the edge of the bed. With my great nurse mind I spent the next 5 minutes on the edge of the bed rating my pain. I decided childbirth and waking up post op from abdominal surgery was a definite 10. My decision at that time was that 10 is definitely worthy of death. Take me now God, but it obviously doesn't work that way.

So ok this is a 9. Not good. I'm sure some people could call me a whiner, but I know I have a very high pain tolerance. I finally made it to the Motrin and swallowed down a handful and went back to bed. At 6am things were back in the manageable zone, where I've spent the past month or so.

When I got to work I cornered my doctor and said, enough. In eleven days I've got to spend a week sitting in meetings in Houston, let alone I am going to have to walk through an airport. I'm thinking if I hit a 10 sitting in one of those meetings, things could get ugly.

So he said he'd hit me with everything he's got. He did. I had an injection of cortisone and lidocaine in my back today, prescriptions for muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories, more steroids, antibiotics, x-rays and a tour through physical therapy. Then back to work. Cruising at a steady 5.

Today is my birthday so my managers and the department heads had a little party at lunch, with pizza, salad and a great chocolate cake. They gave me a lab coat, some candles and 4 bottles of wine from the wine shop next door. Now if I crack the wine tonight with the muscle relaxers, I'm thinking Pain Be Gone for sure. Better not light any candles.

So anyway, that's why posting has been extra boring and light, among other things on my mind. So keep your fingers crossed that the "big guns" work. The prescriptions will be ready for pickup in about 30 minutes. Whoopee.

I ripped this test right off of the Grey Biker, curtsey to him. I have to say this test is whacked, the last time I looked behind me there was no one there. But it was fun anyway especially since I'm home bored because I was a chickenshit to make the trip on the ice this morning.

There is an article this morning in the Detroit Free Press about the game "Sims Online". It's definitely not what I thought it was. An interesting read.

Sex and the Simulated City

I'm not one that is usually affected by the seasonal winter blues, but this year seems to be different. This is definitely the worst winter I've seen in my almost 5 years in Michigan. I think the sun might of been out one day last week, not that I would really know since my office at work is without windows.

There is probably a good 8-10" of snow on the ground here, more a little farther up north where I work. The little weather icon is flashing that says snow, rain, sleet, freezing mix and 8" is on the way over the next 36 hours. The daily forecast for the week calls for snow every day.

One day at a time, right?

My office today seemed to be a revolving door of employees for counseling and disciplinary action. Whenever I'm out of the building, my employees are just like kids and they have to act up. One thing that happened Wednesday when I was away being "trained" to save and make more money, two employees were in a very loud verbal altercation in the patients dining room.

Both employees should of been suspended on the spot, but my managers failed to act. Trust me they got their ass chewed for their "save it for Dawn to handle" method.

Of course neither employee really understands their part in it. "So and so made me lose my temper." Yesterday I had to interview 6 employees total who witnessed or was involved in the BS. So I completed the investigation and called Ms. D into my office this afternoon to counsel and give the disciplinary action, the last and final one. While she is in there, I show her employee file and we review her past disciplinary actions since I've been there. The things are minor but everyone of them had to do with her attitude and her mouth getting her in trouble. She's telling me she knows that "her mouth is what always gets her in trouble". She goes on to tell me she wants to go to college to be a nurse. She is a very kind and caring person and I tell her so, but also that if she didn't change her behavior and start acting more professional she just won't make it. She hangs her head and says "I know, I know, I have a big mouth." Of course I start feeling a little bit bad that I'm making her feel bad, so I tell her Ms. D...when I call you in here and discuss these things, and give you these disciplinary actions, it's so you can learn from this, and not keep repeating the same mistakes. Well she brightens up a little and says "well I did learn once, but then I forgot." Okay then. "Well Ms. D, maybe you'd better write it down this time."

I'll probably get a bitch slap from the union over this, but I told both of them by Monday morning I wanted letters of apology to the patients, family and other staff that they scared with their BS. I'm tired of apologizing for assholes, it's time they do it themselves.

A few minutes after Ms. D left my office she returned and said "you know, you are the only person besides my mother that can make me feel guilty for the things I do." I told her to be thankful she wasn't my child, because I would of kicked her ass. I could hear her roaring, and I mean roaring with laughter all the way down the hall as she left my office.

Call it a wild hunch, but I don't think Ms. D is gonna remember this little chat and write it down.

If you are not a stupid city person, please ignore the following tip:

When driving and approaching a steep incline covered with a few inches of snow, it is not wise to stop, look at the hill, then attempt to conquer it. Instead when you see the approaching hill, slowly and safely increase your speed until you reach the incline and maintain that speed until you reach the crest.

Trust me, it won't hurt you one bit.

Well we had our little corporate banquet last night and I kid you not, it was horrendous. The past two years, corporate hired a comedian for the first hour of the banquet who was very funny and helped to pass the time. Well for last nights festivities they decided a magician would be something different. Oh he was different.

I can not even begin to describe this guy accurately. He began promptly at 4:30 and wanted to tell us something about himself and his life so we "would have a better understanding of him". Forty-five minutes later this guy is continuing to drone on about his house burning down, his parents leaving him, how his grandfather committed suicide in front of him. At the 45 minute mark when he began whining about the town of 400 he grew up in and wanted to share with us the upside and the downside of small town life, I walked out.

Forget Jose, whiskey was in order. I was told about thirty minutes after I left, he did a few "magic tricks". That's right one hour of talking about himself, 15 minutes of magic. This man bragged at the beginning of his "show" that he makes 6 million dollars a year. If he actually does make that kind of money with that kind of bullshit, the world is more fucked up then I possibly knew.

The funny part of it, out of 150 people, the majority of them walked out at least twice during that monologue...to get a drink, smoke etc. Then the fools would go back in, because they were afraid they would get "in trouble" with the big boss. Who I admit did walk out 4 times during this, and yes, he's such an ass he probably was taking names. What annoys me and astounds me even more is that these people were willing to suffer through that shit to look good for the boss.

I learned alot about other people last night and myself. That some people give a shit about "appearances" and frankly I don't. Once again, I was the odd one out. I can live with this.

The meeting yesterday absolutely sucked. The "big boss" flew in from the land of big bosses so we didn't get out of the meeting until 4. Since I sat for 7 hours yesterday my back is screaming like a 1964 Beatles fan. Still. Twelve hours later.

I developed this "war wound" back in 1983 hiking the sweet, 178# Ms. Nellie up in bed. Something I'd done every day by myself for ages. On that fateful day someone obviously snuck in the room and hit me in the lower back with a baseball bat. Homerun. One of those moments in time never to be forgotten.

Nurses are notoriously known for having bad backs and knees. Patients always complain why we walk so slow....now you know. Womens bodies are not meant to lift 200# repeatedly throughout the day, over and over, day after day. How often do you see a nurse over 45 giving direct patient care? We just fade away.

I've pretty much babied this back for years now. I know my weight limit is 50#, if I lift over that I'm playing with fire. In my job description for this job I currently have, it list one of the requirements is lifting 100#. I told them when they hired me I can't do that anymore. No problem they said. Now no where in those negotiations was sitting for 7+ hours mentioned.

In 2 weeks I have to go to Houston for 4 days of meetings. Already have the agenda: 8am - 5pm meetings. Now I'm mentally screaming. This can not be a good thing.

I've got to start formulating Plan B. Soon as this Motrin kicks in.

Today is monthly meeting day with the corporate type people. So I get to chill around here for awhile before I have to leave. Part of it's nice only having a 15 minute drive for once.

Tomorrow night is our awards banquet at the same hotel as todays meeting. I've wrote before how this is a major partying group. The festivities will probably begin about 2pm this afternoon. By that I mean, bar time. Could be wrong...but somehow I doubt it. To give you an idea of how this group likes to party, the banquet begins at 3pm tomorrow afternoon...officially ends at midnight.

Call me antisocial but spending 9 hours in a hotel with this group isn't anywhere near the top of my "want to do list". But on the bright side, Jose Cuervo will be there. Jose and I go way back, it will feel good to be in touch with him again. We've been parted way too long. Heh.

Today is the day Iowa breathes a sigh of relief. The circus of fools are gone. Today is celebration in Iowa. The mother-in-law finally went home. Your husbands stinking best friend is no longer sleeping on the couch. That stray mangy cat finally moved on to another neighbor. That obnoxious smell in the refrigerator has been located and taken out to the garbage.

The Dems are gone.

American Idol made it's season debut tonight and I happened to run across this little gem. Blogger Idol. For all you idol wannabes out there.

Martin Luther King Jr Day historically has been synonymous with the Blue Flu Day at my place of employment. I just called work and for some reason, no call ins today. Strange. I had taken certain measures and prepared for sudden chaos. Now nothing. Have I mentioned my staff drives me insane?

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.

---Mother Theresa

I did not see "Life is confusing" listed there anywhere. I can not figure out my DVD player, my answering machine or get the damn Nintendo hooked up, and they come with directions. So it says. So how the hell am I suppose to figure out life? Who would of thought a nun would figure it out. In the meantime anybody have a number for tech support?

Damn I'm bored. It snowed again today, kind of hard to tell how much since the snow was already piled up outside my windows. It was enough to keep me in. That and the sadistic snow cleaners throw all the snow on the cars when they clean the sidewalks off with the snowblowers. I'm not in to doing cold and wet today.

It was fine all day...now I'm getting crabby and restless. Work has called a couple of times, because two nurses are arguing and biting at each other. The words "bitch slap" just happened to slip out of my mouth....I have a feeling that will come back and bite me in the ass. Oh well.

I put a pot of chili on and I guess I'll be checking out "On Demand" tonight. Or reading. Or spending too much time on Pogo playing poker. Damn, I bore myself.

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

hallelujah!

We have had 6-8" of snow today. It started about 7am and is still snowing. The drive to work today took me 2 hours and then 90 minutes to get home. Yeah, it was a bitch. For some reason Oakland county has decided not to plow the roads, maybe it's too cold or hell, maybe they just don't feel like it.

But. And I love this. I seen a Hummer slide in to the curb in the next lane as I passed him. I felt joy.

I'm very pleased and proud to inform the world that if you do a search on Google for "general bullshit" I am number two. I will continue to strive throughout 2004 to maintain my rank and overthrow the leader of the bullshitters to be Queen of General Bullshit. I know I can do this.

I am however the number one hit for a search for "Wendy's sucks". Amen

What is really scarey, someone found my site by doing a search on Google for "his penis scares me". Whoever you maybe, if someone you know has a penis that scares you bad enough to have to do research online, I have a word of advice: RUN!!

For some reason all of this has just pleased me immensely. I am obviously a disturbed woman. Heh.

Done any of these things or am I the only flippin' loon in the blogosphere?

...wasted 2 hours on Pogo, QVC, or The Food Channel before you realized how mindless it was?

...gone to work with a fabric softener sheet hanging out the back of your pant leg?

...had a dream that pissed you off and you stayed pissed off for a few hours after you woke up?

...didn't have anything inane to blog about so you actually considered writing about politics?

...spent so much time online before work forcing you to rapidly dress and run out the door, then look down at your pants as you are pulling out of the driveway and hope they aren't on inside out?

...told your boss "this place is fucked up and driving me insane" and you can not think of any intelligent response to her question of "so what's your point?".

...woke up at 3am from a dream where the meaning of life was revealed and you can't remember it?

My boss informed me Friday we will be heading to Houston next month to once again squander away thousands of dollars to learn how to make money.

I'd say more, but it's a little too deep for me.

Drool. That's right, drool coming out of my mouth at 4:30 this morning woke me up. It was so disgusting that for once I was glad there wasn't a man in my bed. Ugh. Sleeping on the wet spot has taken on a whole new meaning for me.

Velociman seems to have been called up for active duty. C'mon big guy, people blog from Iraq, surely you could do a post or two from that kitchen floor? Anyway you'll be missed.

Can you imagine pulling up to a Burger King, ordering that Whopper with fries and having the intercom squawk back "You are too fat to be ordering that!" Sounds like Candid Camera doesn't it. Well it wasn't. I think my version might be somewhat more kind also.

Federal investigators will try to identify the radio pirates who commandeered a Troy Burger King's wireless intercom last week, spouting profanities and goofball comments.

The illicit broadcaster hassled store staff and customers several times last week but has not been on the air since Thursday, when he broke into the drive-in order system to tell patrons they were too fat to eat a Whopper.

Well you don't want to get inbetween a Detroiter and their food, now the FCC is involved.

Read the rest.

The The Dullest Blog in the World is back and I missed it. I read all the posts and got caught up to date though.

I watched Arnold in Terminator 3 today. Tons of cars being smashed up, blood, gore, violence. Arnold naked. Wow, I loved it.

The box set available for all 3 yet?

Since it's Saturday that means it's time for me to check on The Friday Five. Apparently they aren't playing this week. What nerve. Sheesh.

I received a new desk calendar for Christmas, and being the procrastinator that I am, I just opened it today. It's "The Bad Girl's 2004 Calendar" which is supposed to be "your guide to living the bad life". Heh.

I am glad I opened it because apparently January 8th through the 14th is the Official Man Watcher's Week. The calendar even gives me directions:

Get the girls together and take to the streets in force. Look men up and down, ogle their body parts, whistle, giggle, guffaw, hiss and make them feel like slabs of meat. If you like to watch, this is your week to celebrate!

Apparently this means I've been ogling body parts all year and I wasn't supposed too. Damn. What a bad girl I am.

So go on girls, be bad. Very bad.

Well I watched The Secretary this week on the advice of Death. How could I resist a review like this:

"So in fact the movie turned out to be a love story with a fucked up twist. And the moral of the story is that two uber freaks can find each other and fall in love in this modern world."

I thought the movie was kinky and funny. Amazon review says it walks a fine line and indeed it does. James Spader as the neurotic dominant type only adds to the charisma of the whole movie, but I've been a fan of James Spader since White Palace. If you enjoy things a little on the edge, check it out.

Nothing shocks me anymore when I read something new has been found that is probably linked to cancer. This study now links aspirin use with pancreatic cancer. More reading on the subject.

When are we going to get it through our thick skulls that when we put things in our bodies that doesn't belong there, it's a crapshoot. I could definitely write a whole essay on this subject, but it needs to be kept simple.

What are you putting in your body that doesn't belong there? I think most of us have a list.

Don't you just love going to the doctors and sitting with all those sick people? Why is there always one child there acting out to the point it seems feasible and appropriate that a total stranger should say "knock that crap off NOW"? Why does the parent not notice their child knocking holes in the wall and purposely tromping on peoples feet? Only thing I can come up with is...they do it at home and this is normal behavior. Some real scarey shit. After ten minutes of that crap I was ready to head back to work. But I didn't, thankfully 45 minutes after that they called my name. Amen.

So on the way back to the room, of course they want to weigh me. Why are those scales at doctors offices always so fucked up? What's with that?

So anyway I was almost right. I have bronchitis, sinusitis, but what I thought was normal cold induced Orville Redinbacher popping in my ears is actually infection. Left eardrum ready to burst, right eardrum already leaking fluid. Lovely.

The back problem of course is just muscle strain from coughing. I knew that. So why she had me lay on the table to see how high I could do a straight leg lift was just sadistic. She really knew she pushed beyond my tolerance point when she made the statement "wow, you have great mobility for your age!" Bitch. There should be something illegal about seeing physicians or PA's younger than yourself.

So anyway, I only worked 4 hours today and got the hell out of Dodge fast. I'll have to do a full day tomorrow, it will probably kill me. Well my version will be I'm dying anyway.

It's been a rocky road over here since that fateful day I posted the picture of accused murderer Hugo Selenski's jail escape on October 11.

Beginning immediately I was inundated with searches for a picture of Hugo. This is when I fall in to my own category of stupid people, stupid things and posted a picture of Hugo. Funny how hindsight is so crystal clear.

Since that day I've had over 400 comments, emails and yes even IM's from Hugo supporters, haters, family, "ex-girlfriends", and the victims family. At times it's made me angry, at times the letters have been quite heart wrenching. Still I've tried to stay out of the scuffle, just giving sporadic reminders this is not an open forum, this is my site. Play nice. For the most part they have.

The part that really sickens me is the women who don't know Hugo and in their sick mind glorify him and speak of writing him letters etc. giving support. I have no clue if Hugo is innocent or guilty, that's for a jury to decide. But writing to anyone in jail you don't know to offer support is sick. Read my words: SICK.

Someone recently posted that his attorney has been printing off the comments here and giving them to Hugo. That creeps me out. I mean really creeps me out. I guess I should be a big girl about this, after all, I did bring this on myself. I have learned a lesson from this: Becareful what I do comment on, you never know when it might come back to bite you.

Yesterday according to the Citizens Voice a trial date has been set for September 7. As far as I'm concerned that's light years away.

Dean Esmay was kind enough to include me in a list of his favorite webloggers. A all female list. The very same day Rosemary Esmay talks about her PMS and the male equivalent.

Dean you are a brave and gutsy man to make a female list the same day PMS is discussed.

I played some with my news aggregator this morning...just because I was bored. After playing with it off and on all day, I've decided it's boring, and I need one why?

My back has been "out" for 3 days and it's getting damn annoying. I didn't do anything this time to put me in the pretzel shape, I just woke up that way Monday morning. Since I'm so damn good at diagnosing myself, I've decided it's nothing more than muscle strain aggravated by coughing. Which is also damn annoying so I made an appointment to go the MD tomorrow and get some antibiotics for which is...once again self diagnosing, bronchitis and sinusitis.

Ok, she'll give me some Flexeril and Amoxicillin, I'll give her $15 and head on over to CVS, share the wealth with them. Then all will be well, right?

Any nurse who is not a Director of Nursing will tell you that the DON doesn't do shit all day. To be fair, I used to say the same thing ages ago. Now I know different. But to a charge nurse on the floor the only thing that matters in their eyes is: Patient Care in the here and now. They are absolutely right.

Being a charge nurse in a long term care facility can be a tough job. In my facility you might have a patient load of anywhere from 27-41 patients. Depends on the acuity of care for that unit. The charge nurse is responsible for the nursing assistants (CENA's) on her unit anywhere from 3-5. She's responsible for medications, physician's orders, and any treatments the patient may need, from respiratory to skin/wound treatments. Last but not least, documentation. Anyone in healthcare will tell you any care given that is not documented is "not done".

So to say a charge nurse position is hectic, hell yes. It's rare for anyone to get more than a 15 minute lunch break, and what are coffee breaks again? So when that nurse is running behind the person she's going to blame and point the finger at is the boss. Everyone knows where the buck stops and damn if she's not in another meeting.

In a 160 bed facility the charge nurse is always looking at a small piece of the pie. It's my job to look at the whole pie and to sum it up in a few words, to keep it from spoiling or getting all gobbled up.

So I thought it would be fun (for me) to post just what it is I do in an average day since so many times I'm driving home at night wondering what the hell I got accomplished this day.

So for the interested:

I'm not quite sure what to make of this yet, but I'm definitely leaning towards this is a good thing.

After watching in disbelief for more than two years as people came to Oakland County Circuit Court dressed for a day at the beach or the movies, Judge James M. Alexander had seen enough.

“The courtroom is one of the symbols of our system. And I think people who come here should show some respect for the system,” Alexander said. “This is a hall of justice. Even McDonald’s says they will not serve you if you don’t have shoes on or proper attire. I understand that some people may be coming to the court from work, but you can only take casual Friday so far. A certain amount of respect has to be given.

“If people can dress up to attend church, they can do the same for any office of government.”

I've never been to an Oakland County court room, but I did have to testify in a civil suit in Wayne Co. before. The whole episode of going downtown Detroit and to this building was nightmare. The panhandlers and the bums hit you up before you even make it in the building and the doors doesn't hold them back.

As I waited to testify outside the courtroom which happened to be across from a door marked Wayne County Sheriff the lights went out in the hallway. Well sitting a few benches down was a skinny assed drunk that smelled like a diaper pail. Well not actually sitting he was laying on a bench talking to himself. When the lights went out, he decided it was a good time to make his move on me, being the "handsome gentleman he was that could give a woman a good time." Which I just responded "no thanks" and moved to another bench. Well he followed.

I got up and tried the Sheriffs door. Locked. Isnt' that a kicker. Finally after about ten minutes of this crap, someone came out of the Sheriffs door, seen this person and told him to move along. About fucking time.

About an hour later I'm called in and the courtroom is filled with people reading books, newpapers, dozing etc. WTF? The judge never once looked at me as I testified, he typed on a laptop the entire time. Probably blogging. All in all I could definitely see why no one would have any faith in the court system. Definitely not like TV.

So here is what Judge Alexander imposed with the sanction of Michigan Supreme Court:

Courtroom decorum

The Oakland County Circuit Court has imposed the following rules about the conduct and dress of everyone who enters the courthouse:

* Clothing such as short shorts, halter tops, sweat suits, camouflage garments, swimwear, exercise garb and revealing garments such as tank tops are not permitted in the courtroom.

* Smoking, eating, drinking (including bottled water), and chewing gum are prohibited at all times, including during recess. All conversations and reading of books, newspapers and periodicals except those necessary for trial are also prohibited in court.

* The court will display a more detailed list on its Web site by the end of the week at http://www.co.oakland.mi.us/courts/

I'm glad there is no tourist specials.

RedNova News

"I've consistently heard the statement: 'If Pete Rose came clean, all would be forgiven.' Well, I've done what you've asked. The rest is up to the commissioner and the big umpire in the sky."

So Pete says. So he did what was asked. My vote, let him in the Hall of Fame, he deserves it. Let him manage again.

We kept a President who lied under oath about a blow job. What? Are we going to split hairs now? Nothing is much about integrity or following the rules now is it?

So what do you think?

Erica wrote this yesterday:

I am not the type to reflect, meditate, look inward, or participate in mental exercises designed to calm, focus, affirm or inspire. I can't think on such an abstract scale. I need concrete and finite and what can I do right now (or what do I need to do right now that I will procrastinate).

I read this post this morning and it was finally the key to opening up what I've wanted to say. It's an excellent post and I'm just the opposite.

Erica wrote that sometimes in her car she turns of the radio or CD player and has a conversation with herself and works things out by talking to her imaginary passenger.

I live in my head. I know how bizarre that sounds but it's the closest I can come to explaining. I rarely have the TV, radio or CD player on. A conversation is continously going on in my head. Umm...both voices would be me, no strangers or aliens. The longer I spend there the harder it is to return to the concrete and the land of the living.

When I first started this blog, I wrote more of what was in my head somehow that gave it some reality, actual form and substance. It brought me back down to earth. If I was down, lost, confused, lonely, greedy, happy, horney whatever, it went there. I think now that more and more people I know read my blog I'm not freeing myself the way I need. I sit down to write and nothing I really want to say I won't let out.

Monday through Friday I'm forced to live in the concrete real world, leaving weekends for the head trips I guess you could call it. Yesterday, last night in particular I was drowning in thoughts. Earth seemed far away, if that's a concept you can grasp. Finally about 10pm I sat down and wrote and wrote and wrote. Felt good, damn good. Would I post it here? Oh hell no.

So what am I really trying to say with all this bullshit rambling? I really need to write my feelings, emotions and my garbage down..to get rid of all the clutter that's floating around in my mind. It gives me peace. God knows it was getting just a little too noisey and chaotic in here.

So I guess I have not found a comfortable place for me to be in on this blog right now. I hope I do soon. I'll have to think about it...go figure.

If none of this makes sense, get used it, it's the real me.

Britney Spears

I guess that's one way to get free publicity.

Ok, well not quite, how about the storm of the week. A few inches of snow with freezing drizzle on top of that. Detroit traffic is a bitch on a good day, but I've been dreading this day for two weeks. Big 3 back to work and all the little kiddies back to school. My radio went off this morning already blaring about accidents on all the major freeways.

I think I'll be leaving late for work and I really, really wish I was driving one of these:

Want another peek at the auto show photo galleries?

And I missed it. Congratulations are in order for Jay and Deb. I'm happy for you both and I hope you are having a wonderful time. God bless.

Wow a marriage in the blogosphere. Truly amazing isn't it?

I've been thinking about adding the category "Stupid People, Stupid Things" for quite awhile, but I've been on the fence about it. There are too many stupid people doing stupid things that creating a Stupid World blog would be more appropriate. Then again there is that fear if you read too many stupid things there could be an unwritten law of nature that stupidity could rub off. Let's face it, we've all questioned how high a certain action we've committed has rated on the stupid meter at some point in our pasts. Stupid people will defend their actions and rationalize, and the stupid race nod their heads in agreement and call for more. The saved hang their heads in shame and humility, slowly slink away, murmuring to their higher power to save them from themselves.

Well when I seen the picture of Steve Irwin holding his one month old baby while playing with a crocodile the stupid bell tolled for Steve. I didn't want to post the picture because I'm sure damn near everyone has seen it by now. Absolute technicolor proof that certain people should not breed. If the mother of that baby is not one of the stupid people race I hope to hell she makes him wish the croc got him.

If you haven't seen the picture, count yourself lucky.

I spoke briefly with Susan, my co-blogger last night. Her father died after suffering a massive heart attack yesterday morning while playing golf.

I wish I was there to hug you Susan, I love you.

...If not can you pass it on up here to Detroit? We are once again on the top of a list, but this time for "The Fattest US City".

Yes all of it's true, we drive our Cadilacs fast to get to the nearest Dunkin Donuts and we will damn well shoot down anyone that gets in our way.

Want to come visit? I hear there is some great specials on tourist packages right now.

The Blog Herald has some interesting predictions for 2004. Definitely worth looking at.

When I do set out to drink, for drinking sake, which I admit has been too long. I'm a whiskey or tequila person. Now for the social drink it's either zinfandel or a beer.

Now never in my life have I drank one of these. I think who ever made this test up had one too many jello shots. But just maybe I've found my New Years Resolution in this.

Congratulations! You're a screaming orgasm!!


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Thanks for pointing this test out Greg.

Maybe this is circulating around the web, I'm not sure. Looking at this works on me the same way a cold shower does. Yikes!

Look at your own risk.

Curtsey to Utterly Boring, for curdling the coffee in my stomach this morning.