Silly Kitty Saturdays
Back for one day, by popular demand, and because I happen to have pictures. Heh.
Randomosity
So….its time to get paid for 451 again, and I think this time I will indeed break that $100 mark! Whoo!
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I’m trying to limit my forums viewing at a certain workplace of mine, because the whole lot of them remind me a lot of the picture there on the left.
Do you know who that is?
Come on….
Don’t you know our 80s movies?
No? Buncha philistines, the lot of you.
Fine – Here’s a hint… “I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS!” If that don’t work I may have to break up with you.
Yup, they’re bulldogs with a bone often times and need to RELAX and just LET IT GO already. Because good god, they make me want to SHAKE THEM. It’s no shock I’ve stopped posting for the most part. heh.
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Someone at my other OTHER job has rather pissed me off. In fact, I haven’t written about it because I was so irritated by it all. Heh. But, you know, that’s how it goes. If my sleeping between 8am and noon is SUCH a problem, then I think I’ve offended by people who sleep between 10pm and 6am. In fact, that they must insist on telling me that they’re sleeping at 2am like ‘normal folks’ is really awfully negative, and I would really rather them not tell me that any longer. Keep those negative thoughts to yourselves. I don’t need them. (SNERK!)
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The boy – he’s growing up so fast, but also? He makes me laugh. He also, sometimes, does something to remind me he’s still my baby, and? that he’s ADORABLE and mah pwecious babee boy…. Observe:
You see? He was so tired when he came home from school the other day, he fell asleep on the couch like that, even sucking his fingers like he used to do as a baby. All together now… AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! SO CUTE!
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Then, of course, he reverts to ALL TEENAGE BOY when a commercial for the Fredericks of Hollywood comes on. It’s their Pajama Sale, and there’s all sorts of cute girls lounging about in short shorts and nighties and such. I had to break his widdle heart – “No, son, the Jammies don’t come with Girls Included…” This was his reply…
Some people’s kids…. *g*
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In other news – send all the warm thoughts and good tidings you can spare towards my family next week. It’s not my story to tell, so just do me a favor and think good thunks for us, ok? It’s most appreciated.
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Back to the boy – He’s inherited the joy of my snark, and when he heard me make a comment on the phone about liking my parts just where they are popped off with this: “What, hanging twice as low as they should be?”
I think he’s enjoying the body cast. And the rest of us will be enjoying his Christmas gifts. But hey – that means the score is now:
Snarky Boy: 1
Snarky Mom: 32921931820192731254450649552834
I’d better be careful – he’s catching up!
Dear Visa check card services,
While I appreciate your diligence in tracking my card to protect my two dollars and fifty cents left in my checking account, do you have to be SO diligent as to wake me up not once, but TWICE this morning to verify purchases? I realize that on the East Coast you get up at godawful times but waking me just before 8am and expecting me to be coherent enough to remember exactly how much I spent and where in the past five days at the blink of my sleep-swollen and desperate to stay closed eyes… well, it’s a little much. And also? Repeating them 15 times while I’m waiting for my computer to boot so that I can check on them Does. Not. Help. And also, that little deep sigh of exasparation when I finally realized WHICH account you were talking about and that I was thinking it was the other one which is what caused most of my confusion? I heard it. Was that really needed? Do I need to say AGAIN that you woke me up?
And sir, you of the second caller, and a MUCH nicer tone of voice, if you know that Amazon tends to break up orders and then charge smaller amounts many times in a row, why did it you not think of that when you received three hits in a row from Amazon this morning – instead of calling me a second time, after I’d already bleerily explained to your co-worker two hours before, to check again? Do you not know what time of year it is?
Again, I appreciate your diligence. I will appreciate it even more, next time, if you call me after noon – MY time.
Sincerely,
a tired lessa
PS. That fucking hold music has GOT TO GO. It’s enough to make someone consider strangling someone with the phone cord. If, you know, it weren’t a cordless. And, you know, you were in reach. And also if, you know, they were grumpy and easily annoyed in the morning. Good thing those first two got you off, huh?
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Dear Amazon,
For the love of god, PUT IT ALL ON ONE CHECK. Thank you.
grouchily sincere,
Lessa
LEAVE it to MY kids…
30 days. I had 30 days of posts to do for NaBloPoMo. A few of those days it was like pulling teeth to get an entry out, but I did it. I got them all done. There was the talk of the trip, some local flavah, some kids, some cats, some dog, so on and so forth. Now, it would have been NICE of the kids to create more drama, more fodder for my blog instead of deciding to use November to take a break and not really do anything to make me go “I GOTTA BLAWG THAT!”
Until just MINUTES after midnight, on December first.
I went and picked up the boy across town, and when we got back, he bribed the girls with soda, and asked them to make him some oven fies. They agreed to the terms of the deal and all seemed well. Then we started to smell smoke. Then the girl said “MOM! LOOK!” and pointed to the dining room, where smoke was ROLLING out of the kitchen. So I jumped up and ran to the kitchen, where said smoke was pouring from the oven. It took me less then 0.1234e52 seconds to figure it out.
“Um, Mairiah? Did you take the pizza box out of the oven before you turned it on?”
I, of course, already knew the answer. So, I opened the oven, to see if I could pull the box out and get it to the sink, but while I turned to grab a hotpad – we got flames. Flames like SIMS 2 flames! (like the picture, only in the oven, not on the stove top.) Now, I could have stood there going AAAAAHHH! like the Sims do, but I iz much smarter then a SIM, and instead I turned, flipped on the water in the sink, grabbed the closest dish, filled it, turned and threw the water onto the pizza box. Then i did it again. And then a third time, and THEN! We had just smoke, and a bit of smoulder, but no more flames!
That was when I, a good blogger (but not the BEST blogger, because the BEST would have totally gotten a picture of the flames themselves and all I have is a SIMulation) told the kids to open the windows and doors and oh yeah, GIVE ME MY CAMERA too!
So, my three faithful readers, I give you the proof. Where there is smoke….
(Please note the open door – that’s AFTER it’d been open for a few minutes…)
There most certainly was fire.
And, to prove how good I am? I managed to douse those flames with water, and NOT douse the pilot light. I am SO good. Now if I could just get rid of the cooked cardboard smell….
