March 26, 2007
I’m too damn old to be moving. I’ve worked for days packing boxes, cleaning out closets and making a huge donation to the local salvation army.
When Ms. Hothead was younger this was no big deal. On more than one occasion, I’ve woke the Bastard Jr. from a dead sleep and said – wake up – we’re outta here. Pack the shit and gone before a cat could lick its ass.
Alas, it is not to be this time. I’ve lived here far to long to do that this time. The actual move date is still a couple of weeks away. I can see me the night before, still packin shit. Next time I move my children will cart my ass away and they can take care of moving me out of my new home.
Why didn’t I think of that this time?
Work is still scary – what can I say. Not like a couple of weeks ago. My attitude now is that what ever will happen will happen. I’ve od’d on emotions and no longer have the strength to do it. I worked 25 hours the last two days of last week.
When I move boxes into my now perfectly clean closet and find my bed…..I’m gonna fall in it.
Some sad news…..my uncles wife committed suicide Saturday. Shot herself. That is so sad.
March 19, 2007
In a 9 x 13 cake pan layer the following:
1 – 20 oz can crushed pineapple (packed in juice) undrained
1 – 21 oz can blueberry pie filling
1 box yellow cake mix
1 stick butter – melted
cook at 375 degrees for 45 minutes to an hour till crust is golden brown. This is some gooood stuff. 😀
March 17, 2007
This month is my one year anniversary (as well as Mr. Angry’s) on word press. Thanks to all my loyal readers. Especially Mr. Angry, Happychick, hellboy, mayang, John Patrick, Debe and my bastard/ettes.
Oh, by the way, Happy St. Patricks day. 😀
March 15, 2007
The battle is not over, but I’ve suddenly been given new strength. Life is exciting.
The evil 1-01 has gone to Arizona….life is good. 🙂
March 10, 2007
I am eligible for retirement March 31st. I am asking myself is it worth it to fight a losing battle. I have loved my job for years. Now it is a stuggle just to get dressed and show up. There are people who are throwing rocks who live in glass houses. I surely hope they are found out and their house shatters with them right in the middle of it. I would say our lovely governor is right in the thick of it….at the state level. There are those in my own facility that are telling lies that should check their own side of the street. The one thing that I have consistently prayed for is the truth to come out.
March 8, 2007
pan·ic1 [pan-ik] Pronunciation Key – Show IPA Pronunciation noun, adjective, verb, -icked, -ick·ing.
||a sudden overwhelming fear, with or without cause, that produces hysterical or irrational behavior, and that often spreads quickly through a group of persons or animals.
||an instance, outbreak, or period of such fear.
That would about describe many peoples reaction to the situation within my agency. Heads are rolling, lives are wrecked…many people will go to prison.
March 6, 2007
‘……….O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God cast into hell Satan and the other evil spirits who roam through the world seeking the ruin of souls.’
If this were to happen today, there would only be about 6 people left at work….and I’d smile.
And yes, being judgemental is DEFINATELY on of my character defects. 😀
Retirement might not be as far away as I’d hoped.