OMG!!….Spandex…YUK!!
Ok, today I go to the store in search of vegitable plants to plant in our garden, which The Bastard worked very hard tilling and planting today, thanks baby. I am leaving the store, without what I went there for I might add, and I am pulling out of my parking spot and OMG, I see the biggest butt sticking out of the trunk of a car wearing hunter green spandex pants, hunter green of all colors. YUK!! Gives me the creepy crawlies just thinking about it. OMG it was really bad. And I don't mean to bash on big girls, so I apologize for that right now, but they don't have any business wearing spandex of any kind.
And folks, it should be against the law for a man to wear spandex. It's just absolutely GROSS!!! Not to mention leaves nothing to the imagination.
I think we should just ban spandex pants all together.
MMM…..Saturday Morning!!
The Bastard is still in bed asleep and I sit here with a cup of coffee by my side at my desk and it is so quiet, just the humm of the many fans in my computer case,and that little noise in my head of course, and I think to myself this is what the week is all about. Saturday mornings, I love them. It's just about the only thing that keeps me going through the week.
Have a great Saturday everyone!! 
A Headache Called Wanda!
Well, I got a headache at work today, I named it Wanda, after my boss.
For all you people out there that are good supervisors (my mother-in-law included), I apologize right now. But my supervisor is a back stabbing bitch. That seems a little crude but it is so true. I have had problems with her from day one, which would actually be almost three years. About a week and a half ago I put in to have the Friday before the 4th of July off, assuming that since the 4th was on a Tuesday we would get the 3rd off as well and I would have a 5 day weekend. Well the owner's wife tells me that she didn't know if the company was going to close down for the 3rd, and that I if that was the case I could take a vacation day on the 3rd and still have a long weekend. She said she would let me know after she talked to her husband (the real boss) and they made a decision. And this conversation all took place with my boss present. Well, low and behold yesterday that bitch, my boss, puts in and gets approved for the 3rd off. Which naturally means that I won't be able to be gone while she is gone. She knew the decision that they had made and didn't tell me so I could change my vacation time. And the owner's wife said she didn't recall suggesting to me that I put in for a vacation day on the 3rd. OMG!!! I was so f****** pissed off. I thought that was pretty chicken shit. So basically I am screwed again by these people. Just one of many times.
I know there are good supervisors out there, I had one for many years. So thumbs up to all you good supervisors. Keep up the good work.
Good Friends Are Hard To Come By
The Bastard and I have a very good friend, I acquired him through marriage to the Bastard, but I still consider him a good friend, and the husband has known him for 11 or 12 years. The way they met is another cool story for The Bastard to tell. Our friend has had some really tough times lately. It seems like every time he turns around he's getting a great big kick to the ass. Undeserved I might add. (I don't think that is a word, but you get the idea) He just made Senior Master Sargent and we are very proud of him. He deserves good things to happen in his life. Mark and John have a very close relationship, closer than a lot of people will ever have in a life time. They have shared good times and bad times. He has been there for us a lot of times, and Mark has been there for him. The man is a wonderful person and if you treat him right, he would give you the shirt off his back. He's that kind of friend. I don't want to make this sound mushy, but I just wanted to say, "John, your one hell of a guy, you have held it together way longer than I would have, or a lot of other people for that matter. Your a very strong person, and things will get better for you. And thanks for being our friend, it's a privilege to know you"
And it's time for you to come out and get drunk with us.
Drag Queen!?!?
Ok, I work at a nursery that sells plants wholesale. Today was not your typical Friday in the plant industry. This morning our shipping department loaded an 18-wheeler and the truck driver comes in and OMG!!! I just damned near hit the floor. This guy was your normal every day guy, with the exception that he had a dress on, tights and was wearing nail polish, AND OMG, HE HAD BOOBS!!! And let me tell ya, when a guy has bigger boobs than you, there’s a problem. A co-worker and I left this lovely young whatever ya want to call it to the boss, which after the fact she acted like someone had just pissed in her Cheerios. When he plops this big old hairy hand on the counter with nail polish, I just couldn’t stand it any more. I had to go in the other office to cut loose laughing.
Our company has an over abundance of Mexican employees there and these poor guys were staring at this Drag Queen like God just fell of the turnip truck. He walks out to his rig, with the poor Mexicans looking on in disbelief, and pops the hood and climbs up on it and starts working on the engine, dress and all. God what a sight!! Let me tell ya, you see all kinds of truck drivers come and go in the plant industry, but this just stole the show.
TGIF!!
Men Are Such Wonderful Creatures
A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine. "What was that for?" he asked. "That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Linda Lou written on it," she replied. "Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Linda Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on," he explained. "Oh honey, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have known there was a good explanation." Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him out cold. When he came to, he asked, "What the heck was that for?" She replied, "Your horse called."
What?? No Blogging!! Crap!!!
Well, that really sucked not having access to be able to blog all day. I hope every one had a wonderful Easter. We had the girls here for our usually Sunday get together. It was pretty interesting. The girls were in fine form today. I don't know who was more ornery and full of crap, the youngest or the oldest. We had an interesting hair coloring experience though. Sara, the youngest, decided that she wanted me to put highlights in her hair, this is not uncommon. Well, we go to the store and they don't have her usually brand of highlights so we get a different brand, BIG MISTAKE, well I'll be damned if it didn't bleach her hair, in different spots all over her head. LOL!! She is naturally a dark blonde, but this was WHITE, It looked absolutely horrible. So away me and the oldest daughter go, back to a different store to find a hair color to try to fix it. We are cruising down the aisle and low and behold, we see this t-shirt that has a very angry bunny with a purple mow hock and it says "Bad Hair Day". LMAO!! So being the loving Mom that I am, I had to get it for her. Damn the look on her face was priceless when she pulled that shirt out of the bag. I thought we were going to all die laughing. So we color her hair, and you can still see it, not as bad but not good either. So next weekend, another hair dying job. Shit!!
Unhealed Wounds
Mark Timothy Campbell was brought into this world on April 3, 1968. April 3 is a very hard day for me and rips open a very unhealed wound. He was one of God’s little special people. My younger brother was diagnosed with Downs Syndrome when he was a baby, and I think that made things very hard for my family and myself, mentally I think more than anything, but we loved him more than words could ever say. He always brought a smile to your face, even though he was happier irritating his older sister. Having a Downs Syndrome sibling was very hard back then. Things were very different when I was growing up. Everyone loved Mark so much, he had such a wonderful personality. In addition to the Downs Syndrome he had other medical problems, and we were told that he wouldn’t live past being a young teenager. My brother passed away on October 20, 1997. I think that was the hardest day of my life. I miss him very much and wish that I could hold him. I don’t talk about him very much because it is still an unhealed wound for me. I have yet to go to his grave, for I fear that I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I think for me that would be admitting that he is actually gone. Although it has been nine years since he left us, it seems like yesterday. I know God had other plans for him, but I wasn’t ready to share him with God yet. As I sit here writing this, with tears in my eyes, I can still see his bright smiling face. I miss you very much my beloved brother, and you will always be in my heart. 
And I must apologize to my Mom and Dad if this brings up painful memories for you, that wasn’t my intent. I just thought this would be therapeutic for me.
American’s Are Just That!!
I agree with this 100%
Theodore Roosevelt’s ideas on Immigrants and being an AMERICAN in 1907.
“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American. There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag. We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language. And we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.”
