Stuff that crosses my mind...

Read the blog of a friend of my stepson's. Cracked. Me. Up. He noted the virtues of using a clean, spacious handicap toilet to take a giant shit. Never thought much about it, but I too do enjoy such luxury!

Had a friend e-mail me about a memory she had, looking for confirmation from me. Damn. I had totally forgotten about it! ::shrug:: After all, it WAS 20 years ago! Sheesh!

Why is it when you have an entire day devoted to one project, getting into that project not only doesn't get it completed, but you've only just opened up and even bigger project?

I love my dishwasher.

Though some will disagree, I love a house with a cat or two. Can't imagine not having the current two.

I used the golf cart more this weekend than I have all year. With gas at $4.49/gal, it's a shame I can't get to work via golf cart. I should get gas tomorrow morning before it goes up AGAIN!

Hillary didn't win the nomination, but she blazed a trail for the next woman.

Barrack needs to not talk over his wife whilst they are both being interviewed and the question was asked of his wife.

Why is it that when you drop your toast, it ALWAYS falls jelly-side down, and your dog that you thought was semi-comatose is on that piece of toast like stink on shit. At least she'll lick the jelly off the floor before the ants arrive.

It irritates the shit out of me when someone has no less than three exclamation points after her request for documents, and then her documents are wrong. Stupidass. Proof-read your shit. I ain't signing any contract that's wrong, even if you DIDN'T get it to me 'til 4 months after it was due.

Oh, and douchebag that pissed me off about a sports camp? I'll notify my group, but you can bet your sweet bippy you'll get no further assistance from me.

And while we're on the subject of stupidasses and douchebags, to the gal in Risk Management...read the entire certificate. It's much like all the others that you supposedly are the "expert" at reading. Reference to my club (c/o my name) was right there in the box, cleverly disguised as "insured." Fucktard.

Heh, heh, heh..."fucktard"...
Reminds me of a story, told by a friend... A group of them (the guys were all hockey teammates/college buddies. The first couple in the group to be with child was at a party where all others were drinking and the question to the mom-to-be, when all were lamenting about being pregnant and not being able to drink, was "do you miss not being able to drink?" and her reply was, "no, what I miss most is being fucked hard." Talk about a conversation stopper! What do you say to THAT? (get it? fucktard? fucked hard? Cracked me and another friend right up...all. damn. weekend. long.)

Now that I've blogged, and that wasn't on my 'to do' list, I can put it on the list and check it off.