2010

What? 2010? Already. oops. my bad.

What the Crap?!?!?

Um. I was silently in my work box (cubicle) today when something starting buzzing about...Nichole had just come back from break. And the lunch room was all a buzz with the yelling that only women can do. Apparently...some had gone into our bathroom, which I have always thought was disgusting, and there on the floor in the 4th stall, WAS. A. CRAP. ON. THE. FLOOR. Are you people FREAKING KIDDING ME!!!!?!?!?!

Ok.

I have a problem with you creating a wall of spray disinfectant around your stall. I do not want to taste country garden lysol.

I have a problem with you spraying a wall of your body spray around your stall. Again, I do not want to taste your apple body spray.

I do not want to hear you talk to your credit card company, children, husband, boyfriend, insurance company, whatever, and they do not want to hear me peeing!!

But I DO NOT want, I repeat, DO NOT want poop on the ground.

I thought I was tired of pee on the seat and toilet paper on the ground. If only I knew.

Someone mentioned it may have been a joke.

NOT FUNNY. Can't even describe how disgusting this is.

Who loves it that much?!?

I mean it is an alright town...but really, who loves their suburb this much?
P.S. I heart stupid bumper stickers (on other people's cars)

The Tiki Room...

When my sister and I were little we wanted so badly to go to the tiki room at Disneyland. I think we thought it was a cool place that adults would hang out. Well, my parents let us go alone. And then we knew why. Little maniacal birds clapping their beaks to music...you are probably wondering where this thought came from...
I was coming home from work today and decided to stop for a venti shaken iced black tea from Starbucks. Unsweetened. With 3 Sugars in the Raw. And I;m in the drive through and the window is open and I keep hearing this horrible sound. At first I thought it was a car alarm...then it sounded almost organic, like maybe some angry birds and a sick car, but then no...and then I decided that it sounded like angry mechanical birds. And that is when I started thinking that the tiki room birds have gone AWOL and they had come to Illinois to seek revenge on everything.
So I asked the guy at Starbucks if he heard something. And he looked at me like I was crazy. But just as I was thinking I was imagining it all he told me they were the cicadas. WHAT?! first the thunderstorms, then the tornadoes, now the cicadas...
What the crap is this state?
So every 17 years the cicadas come out like crazy...but that was last summer. But apparently there are some every year. I can't even imagine what it must have been like last year. But here is a video I found on youtube, from last year in the town where I work.
Sorry so wordy...but it took time to explain ;)

p.s.

i always thought that Jerry O'Connell from "my secret identity" should get together with evie...


But I guess he is going to have babies with Mystique. Oh well...

The 80's again...

So it is weird that my sister posted about the 80's cause I have been thinking about it a lot this week. At the grocery store I bought some Wonder Bread (did I mention earlier about how much I love wonder bread). Well I can never eat an entire loaf and I found this small loaf. And on The package it says: Wonder Bread Small.
And now everytime I look at it, I sing the theme song to Small Wonder...




But even better than this was what come on tv after...



I tried so many times when I was younger to freeze time like that. Occasionally I think maybe all it will take is just a little more practice.

Somebody dun called da po-po!

I was coming home from a trip to the grocery store in as little clothing as the law allows with my icee...Cause it is DAMN hot!!!! (and humid)

So I'm coming down my nice, safe, little, quiet street and to my surprise da po-po was dare!

So, you can't see from the photo, but apparently (obviously) somebody dun called the po-po for a domestic disturbance.

Driving down the street, there is an episode of cops two houses down from mine! Except, surprisingly, the man was black (not some crazy white trash, mustache totin', gun rack havin', wife beater wearin' piece o' crap).

But the woman was definately the cop program steriotypical fat white (trash) woman.

What a crazy Sunday. This weather is making the crazies come out.