Cell Phones are Taking Over the Taco Bell

I Wish One Little Girl Would Just Eat Her Phone

 

taco bellSo, during a hard day’s work, I slip off for some lunch time at my local Taco Bell. I have a special love for Taco Bell as it was my first job. But that is another story for another day.

I get my quesadilla (I highly recommend the spicy, shredded chicken quesadilla) and slide into my booth to enjoy some peace and quiet. Or did I???

Not 2 minutes later a loud voice starts booming throughout the lobby. Some laughter and music. My head snaps up and notice the little girl in front of me is watching some show on her cell phone.  Her mother oblivious to how loud and obnoxious this is to everyone in this packed lobby.

Soon the little girl isn’t even looking at the screen as she is lost in her tacos. The phone pushed aside yet still as loud as possible.

I look around to see if everyone else is shooting daggers into this mother who doesn’t realize she is raising a brat who has no respect for others.

eating on phoneSo what do I see?  Family of 6 to the right, all 6 on their cell phones! Yes, mom, dad and their 4 bambinos. Next table, all on cell phones. Next table, all on their cell phones.

OMG, I turn to see that no one is bothered by this horrendously rude show blasting because their noses are so buried in their own phones.

I stop and count…..12,13,14,wow 15 people in this lobby and I’m the only one not on my cell phone! Crazy!

Ok, I must confess. Soon as I polished off the quesadilla I too was on my cell phone. Yep, it was Candy Crush time.

Fine, I’m one of “those” people.

Hey, but at least I’m not blasting my phone and forcing everyone to listen to it!

Listen, bury your nose in phone, just don’t shove it down my ears!

 

~~Till we Laugh Again!~~~

Tammy

OMG! I Can’t Believe This Happened!

Angry faceOk, I need to VENT!!

 

I went to Walmart to get some stuff for tonight’s dinner. I noticed this lady was staring at me on the same aisle I was on. No biggie. I moved to the next aisle and here she comes again…STARING! So now I’m like, “WTH”, but finish up my shopping and head to the check out line. Of course this same lady was ahead of me…starts staring again.

 

Awkward. So I start playing with my phone so I don’t have to look at her. Finally she says “I want to apologize for staring at you, but you look just like my daughter who just passed away.” I felt really bad after that and gave her my condolences. She says “thank you…but I have a favor to ask. I understand if you don’t want to. Can you give me a hug and say ‘bye mama’ to me?” Inside I was like “wth”, but me being the softie that I am, I went ahead and did it. She smiles, thanks me, and leaves.

 

The cashier rings up my stuff and the total comes out to $100.87. I knew something wasn’t right, because after my coupons it should have been like $40.00 or so. The girl tells me that my total was included with my mom’s. I’m like, “What?!!!” she said, “Your mom said you were paying for her last few items along with your things. I told her that the woman was most definitely NOT my mom. She said, well I saw you hug her and heard you call her mama. I flew out of the store looking for this witch, ready to beat her a**.

 

I see her loading up her car! She saw me and jumped in her car, I got to her as she was putting her leg in, and I started pulling her leg…JUST LIKE I’M PULLING YOURS!!!! Hope you all are having a wonderful day! Don’t hate me for this!

 

Ok, you can blame Facebook. This was showing up in my news feed and each time I just laughed my butt off and had to share!  What made it most funny to me was the person I originally saw it on was a woman I know with a big heart and she would have done this very thing.

 

Have a great one!

 

~~~ Till We Laugh Again~~~

Who Wants a Sweaty Soda?

Should I really have to give my Soda a Bath?

Coke Bath
What you can’t see is the coke bubbling sweating through the cup

 

Why is it when I go through a fast food drive through the person working the window always feels the need to hand me over a cup with soda spilling down the sides?

Are they that blind to the soda dripping down the sides? Do they not feel the cold stickiness of the cup?

My personal favorite is when they go to hand it to you, look at it, see it, then pause as to contemplate what to do, then they make the big decision….

YEP, just give it to you as is.

That 10 second delay in cleaning it might just slow down the window count timer and we can’t have our shift leader on our butt.

So today, I brought mine in to the office, then gave it a bath. Oh, my sticky hands too.

I know it is 110 today in Arizona but I don’t need my soda sweating more than I am.

🙂

 

~~~ Till we laugh again ~~~

Our Goofy Stats We Obsesses Over

Like most of you, I tend to check out my stats a few times a day.

Why do we do it? We love the love of course!

We want to know that someone out there in the world is looking at the very important things we want to say. Sometimes we want them to think we are funny, sometimes we want them to look at the cool pictures we took, and sometimes we hope that something we say will help another human being. Or at least their cat. We have a lot of people who like cats and kittens on here.

The point is, stats are like crack to bloggers. We want that sh*t. And we want it now!

It starts off all noble… I blog for me.  Then we get that first hit. We smile. Then the fourth and fifth roll in a few days later. We swear it is our family & friends. After all it looks like we 100+ followers but we secretly know it is our Facebook group. But hey, they are gonna follow whether they want to or not! 

Soon we are up to almost 15 hits a day!! We are checking in every hour now to see if we got a new one.

Our new goal is to get up to 25. I know I can do it! 

When we do hit that 25, it isn’t enough. We want 50. Oh we can’t wait to hit that 100 a day. We know we will just pee our pants.

So now we are checking every 15-20 minutes. We sneak a peek on our computer at work, or log in on our phone if we aren’t home. I know these people are going to love me! They just don’t know it yet! 

Depression starts to set in. Why don’t they love me? Why aren’t they coming? We are sad.  🙁

Sure we love our 22 people who actually “visit” that day (although I think 5 were trollers, 6 only showed up because I used the word butt crack, and the other 11 are the true readers). But dang it! I’m counting them all!

OMG!!!! Someone loves me! I just got my first Award!! You do the Snoopy dance and tell everyone that one of your 32 visitors yesterday loved you…. Oh wait, that is a post for another day….But you get the point of the journey….

Then one day we write a post about something that maybe wasn’t that spectacular but hey, we needed something to put that day and we had writers block. So we right about how the dog poo in the backyard is piling up and your brother tripped and fell face first into a warm pile of…well you get point.

Then one morning we wake up and we jump from 72 hits to 514!!! What the heck!! Did I get freshly pressed and didn’t know it???? I know it has to be about when I wrote how I hated Peas. Everyone hates peas. It has to be that one that got freshly pressed. I know just it!

 

So you check your comments real quick expecting them to be off the chart. Hmm, only two this morning and none about the gross smell of peas.  Wow, these freshly pressed people don’t seem to leave a lot of feedback. So you head over to the freshly pressed page and look everywhere. No where are you to be found. Hmm, you scratch your head.

So you head back over to your stat page (after all you never close that tab since you look every 10 min or so now).  What post is so popular? It has to be about the Butt Crack. Afterall it is my most viewed post. It gets half my views everyday. Man these people are obsessed with butt crack. Personally I think it was the picture I used. Oh, it could have been the Girl Scout one where she set the house on fire….

But no, not them. What on earth caused me to jump from 72 to 514 over night? The Love Keeps a Coming. That post??? The one I wrote on a bunch of blogging love I had received? That is the gift that keeps a giving? I wrote that days ago… (actually way back in June).

My point is this……..And I do have one…….

We all go through this crazy obsession with our stats. But let me tell ya something. It takes one post to show you the reality is to just write and they will come. I literally was getting about 400 – 600 hits a day in June and July. Eighty – yes 80% of which was for one post. This love one I did. Turns out I used like every blogging award picture under the sun and for some reason it links folks to my site a lot.

Trust me, it doesn’t gain you readers. Then again, I wish it was the one I wrote about not liking peas.  That one is one of my favorites. (hate those little suckers!) But instead these tons of readers are directed to one of my least funny posts. They never stick around long enough to check out the other great stuff (if I do say so myself) that occasionally gets put on here.

Watching these hits now amuse me as it fluctuates so much. It is like people only want to know about love for a few days then it overwhelms them and they take a few days off. See…

That roller coaster of readers is due to 3-4 posts that people find due to a picture I put in it. Cracks me up. I have learned that I still do check my stats often. But the reality is, it is the comments I treasure the most. Sure I love when you click the like button (ah, hmm, hint hint don’t forget to click when you finish – shameless I know) but the comments show me you stuck around and actually read it. (or at least skimmed the good parts).

So, next time you start to obsess over your WordPress stats. STOP! Just be you, just visit other blogs, be sincere, be you. If your blog is meant for greatness it will happen when it is supposed to.

If you are lucky, one day you will write a post about how Whack Butt Crack is and you will have a spike too. Or at least use this picture. They love it!

 

Oh who am I kidding. This post isn’t going to get you to stop obsessing over your stats! So obsess away! Go crazy, go nuts! But don’t come crying to me when you face plant from 692 (my high) all the way down to 115 which it did a few days later. You have been warned.

And if you would like to check out any of the posts I shamelessly mention through out this post just click on the links to the left. I think it says what people are check out now. Or use the search tool.

OHHHH, except the peas. It never gets there. But here it is. I really do hate those round balls of puke!    PEAS My Mother’s Favorite Torture Tool

Please read as many as you can. I really need to get my stats back up!   

~~~till we laugh again~~~

 

Waiting….and Waiting….and Waiting to Pee

I hate having “windows” of time for a call or appointment.

Don’t you?

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It seems like I’m always last.

Yet I get to get up early and wait. Then I get to wait some more.

And if I’m really lucky, I get to wait some more.

But you know what is the worse part of the wait?

Is when you gotta pee

Yep, by far, the worse.

Because you know deep in your heart,

that the minute you sit down that phone will ring.

So you wait some more.

And then it only get’s worse.

So you decide you can get in and out and do it in less than 60 seconds.

Surely that phone will not ring or if it does,

in 60 seconds you can pick it up by the 3 rd ring.

No problem.

And since by now you really have to go or you will be sitting in a puddle

You take that chance.

Then ….

It happens.

Not only is the phone ringing but it gets even worse

Yep, the stream keeps a coming if you know what I mean.

Quickly you analyze that if you do pick up, two things will happen

1. They will hear that bathroom echo that always gives you away &

2. Niagara Falls in the background will link to the echo and …

Busted!!

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Well,  it really is their fault.

Did they really think I could hold it for the whole 4 hour window?

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

The Old Man and His Red Wagon

Ever have one of those 24 hour periods where you just know the world has gone crazy? 

Maybe it’s me who has gone crazy and the rest of the world is sane.

I’m just projecting my internal cuckoo clock on others.

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In the past 24 hours I’ve been running in to crazy, stupid and a combination of both. I know the moon has been full and the thunderstorms drive some mad. Throw in some heat and firework kabooms and you have a good mixture of nut job juice.

I don’t have time to write about them all, let’s just say there is quite a few. But I want to share at least this one.

 

The Old Man & the Red Wagon

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So a few months ago an older gentleman came into the store and asked if he could leave his vacuum with us until he could return and pick it up.

Yes, you just read that right.  As it is common for someone to be traveling down the road with a vacuum, then stop in an ice cream store to park it until he could find a ride. . Being the nice person I am and after realizing that he meant no harm, but seemed to be just be “out of it” a wee bit, I agreed. We placed it in the corner and as promised, her returned an hour later to pick it up.

Picture last night around 5pmish. We are busy since we are the only crazy ones open in town and they cancelled the town’s festivities due to the earlier rain. In walks our vacuum friend asking if he can leave some “boxes” for an hour or two until he could return. Only this time, his hand is bleeding as well. My employee calls me over to make this executive decision.

We step outside so I could “investigate” these boxes and determine if I should can help him. Turns out they aren’t boxes, but rather kitchen trash cans. Not one, but two.

He stated he was trying to take them home but he fell off his bike (hence why his hand was bleeding – by the way, he declined our offer of a band-aid). He just wanted to know if we would watch them until he found a ride or could return with his wagon.

Now, please realize these weren’t clean trash cans. No, they had dirty trash bags and stuff hiding under a pillow of some sort. I know there is no way I can have them inside my lobby and he even realizes this. I offer to let him keep them off to the side up front but he doesn’t feel comfortable and asks about the side of the building. But as he is doing this, he is announcing rather loudly (unintentionally) that he is worried someone will steal his valuables inside. At this point you can only imagine my imagination wondering what these “valuables” were.

But here lies my next problem. He is saying this loud enough for all these kids (some are local punks) outside to hear. And I just know the minute he walks off, the promise of riches inside these cans will take over and they will be jacked before he gets around the corner.

Being the nice person I am once again, and once again knowing how honest he seems to be, (and the fact that the deck is missing a card or two) I tell him to bring them around back and I’ll put them just inside my door until he returns.

These cans are extremely heavy. So now I’m really curious as to the “valuable” things inside. We place them inside and he begins to rummage through them as if he is taking a mental picture and creating an inventory list of the contents.

Under the old kid pillow were a bunch of books and bottles of old beer. Yep, his valuable haul was for a quiet evening drinking and reading. He must have noticed the look on my face (actually I’m holding back giggles) and starts to tell me someone gave them to him.  Yes, because people always give an older man on a bicycle two loaded kitchen trash cans of books and beer to ride home miles away. Happens all the time…..

I smile and say that was nice of them (can you say dumpster diving?) I let him know I will be there for a few more hours and just come to the front when he gets back. He then tells me how he will be lucky to find a ride since he is sure his neighbors are all drunk.  LOL.

I let him know that if he can’t get back in time, I’ll just place them out back for him. He reassured me he will be back shortly (Panicked I’m sure that I will help myself to the stash).

As promised, a little while later he returns with…. Yep, his red wagon.

I tell him I’ll meet him out back and when I open the door I notice his hands are behind his back. Red wagon at his side. Odd, but ok.

Then he asks…“There are three of you here right now right?” ….

Me..“Excuse me?”  as now I realize I might have a crazy man at my backdoor deciding if he has at least 3 bullets in his gun.  Or even a tougher question, can he take out three girls at his spry 78 years of youth.

He repeats the question and I say yes. He then pulls his hands from behind his back (me ready to trip him if needed) and with a big smile…he presents me with 3 melting Hershey’s Chocolate bars.

Stop laughing……

Ok, to make a long story short (Too late) I take the chocolate (I can’t be a rude hostess) and offer to help him with his precious cargo. He takes the first one, then pulls the pillow off to “show me” what he has (More like check off his inventory list to see if the ice cream lady snagged a beer or book or both).

He then proceeds to tell me how this neighbor was drunk and couldn’t drive him and the other neighbor had a few business calls to return (on the 4th of July at 7pm) and it might be awhile before he could take him. So my new friend went to his other neighbor to borrow the red wagon. And here he is now was as promised, dragging his wagon the 7 miles from where he lives.

This man is definitely entertaining.

I can hear them needing me upfront but I hate rushing my new friend but alas I must bring this fun to an end. I watch as he loads his treasure chests on his red radio flyer and heads off into the sunset.

I picture him curling up with one of the school textbooks (yes, that’s what the two I saw were) and the beer I had never have heard of before and settling in for night of fireworks and light reading.

This is 100% true and no embellishing was needed. This is just one of many strange things to happen to me in the past 24 hours. But I promise, none were as entertaining as my new friend with the red wagon.

I can only imagine what the next 24 hours might have in store. Life is full of moments that make us smile or laugh. (Even when we want to strangle the stupid people)

~~~till we laugh again~~

The Pope Kept Staring at Us!

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Isn’t this a little creepy?

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You have probably noticed that I do not speak of religion or politics. Why start an unnecessary fight on a humor page?  (unless I’m just picking on you)

But last night, the Pope invaded my meal. And to be honest, it was a little odd.

Have you ever been to a Buca di Peppo’s? It’s a family style restaurant that has all kinds of odd stuff going on. It’s pretty neat in an odd kind of way.

We were there for a business meeting and requested a private room. They put us in a semi private area called the “Pope” Room.

The Pope was all over the walls in this little room. But the freakiest part was a giant bust of him on the middle of the lazy Susan used to the pass food around.  So no matter how many times you moved his face away, he just kept coming back to give you his creepy smile.

Each time a person would show up, we spun him to face them. Those that were late, had no idea why the rest of us kept giggling.

I’m not saying the Pope is a good or bad guy. But do you really need him staring at you while you eat? I vote no. But I can honestly say, I wouldn’t be a fan of anyone’s head on a platter staring at me while I ate.

Oh! And don’t even get me going on the naked women and kids (cherubs) on the walls. I almost took a picture of one in the bathrooms that really made me wonder what was wrong with these people. (I’m kicking myself for not doing it but I couldn’t decide if the humor I would give it would go over as I had it in my head, so best to “step away” from the picture and keep a moving).

So if you are ever wanting an old white guy to stare at you while you eat, head over to a Buca di Peppo’s and enjoy!

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PS. No Pope’s were hurt during the making of this post.

PSS. And if you are catholic, sorry for picking on your Pontiff, but he started it. 

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

Damn GPS!

I ventured out of my little town today. Thanks to my GPS it was more eventful than it was supposed to be.

Ok, I know what you are thinking. That you are about to read some long drawn out story about how I was lost for hours thanks to the GPS. Well, hate to disappoint you. It was only 15 minutes.

But still, I was ticked that A) the silly thing didn’t recognize the frontage road (thinking it was the freeway) and B), it thought I needed to go 5 miles down to flip around when 1 mile would have done the trick.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that my Smartphone has a built-in GPS. I think this is one of the best inventions in years. It is awesome when it works well.

But today… I wanted to smash that woman’s face. You know, the one that tells you “Right turn, in .5 miles”.   Point 5 miles my ass.

Besides, what fool puts their business in the middle of no where and on a frontage road you have to turn into a hotel parking lot and then cross over to their building? What fool, puts their business on a road that if you miss the turn in, you have to go down a mile to attempt pass 2?  I’ll tell ya what fool…The one I had to visit today.  Thank god it was my first and only time.

I still love my damn GPS, but we just aren’t on speaking terms for a few days.

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I’m still pissed at the bitch…

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

The Heat Makes People Lazy…Beware

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It’s no secret that it gets hot here in Arizona. It’s been 105 – 110 for over a week now.

The problem when it finally hits 100 degrees longer than a day or two, is that people’s brains become fried. Tempers get short and the “stupid” comes out.

Stupid and Tempers do not go well together either.

I could go on forever about the stupid things that happen, but I’d rather share them individually throughout the summer.

Today, I had several complaints from customers, employees and even myself today. What are the odds, we all experienced the same special type of “stupid” today?

It’s not secret the heat zaps us of our energy and ability to think. What you might not know, is this lack of energy is so strong that when we get in our vehicles, we lose the ability to turn our head when we back up. Yep, that turning of our head is so strenuous, that to even attempt might cause immediate nap time.

So we just back up, tossing caution to the wind, and letting the dice roll.

Who cares if there is a car coming…my smart car can take down your SUV

Who cares if a kid is walking behind us….stupid kid shouldn’t be in the street anyways

Who cares if the bicyclist is back there….ride on the sidewalk stupid!

Who cares if the lady with the baby stroller is passing….I’m sure she isn’t attached to the munchkin…

Who cares …I’m tired and it is too much work to turn my head to look!  Is it nap time yet??

Who cares?

Who cares?!

I care dang it!!!   

LOL

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But I will tell ya, the only fun part of this stupidity is when it happens to others. Then it is freaking hilarious….

Just don’t hit the Pink Truck….

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

 

 

Yelling, Screaming and Being Loud are NOT Ways to Communicate!

Psst, ummm, just so you know…. I’m right here. You don’t need to yell.

If I’m standing less than 3 feet from you, why is it you feel the need to yell?

Granted, I might be slowly going deaf, but there is no need to scream to communicate. It will actually make me want to listen less.

When I was a kid, my brother and sisters were loud. And I guess with 4 siblings the main communication style will probably be LOUD for some reason. Everyone fighting to be heard. I love my siblings, just not the loudness. When I turned 18, I moved out shortly there after. To this day I tell everyone it was because everyone was so loud.  Twenty eight years later, they still don’t believe me.  LOL

Take a phone for example. Either a land line or cell will work. Last time I checked, your mouth goes where you talk and your ear where you hear. But have you noticed how some people answer their phone and go from a normal speaking voice to a yelling loud one? You’d think they were talking on tin cans for god’s sake.

I have young lady that works for me who when ever she is on the phone with her mother, she just starts yelling to be heard. I’m constantly telling her to stop screaming at her mother. To which she says…”I’m not yelling.” I think…I suppose you’re not if your goal was everyone to participate in the conversation.

But she fits the other group that yells / get loud. Why is it when family members talk to each other they feel the need to scream at each other to communicate? It’s not like they are even really mad at each other. My one nephew will scream the other one’s name for no reason at all. I’m always like..he is right there, why do you have to scream?

But there is a difference between being LOUD and screaming to be heard. Why do people insist on screaming to communicate? Do they not realize that it just makes the other person want to fight back more? That is turns on ones defenses? Trust me, if you start screaming at someone, they will want to scream back.

I think this is why I love my quiet time. I love when it is peaceful. Problem is, when people come around, it tends to get loud. Why is it when we are alone we wish others were there and when they are we want them to go away? Oh yea, cuz they are loud!  LOL.

The sad thing is, most people aren’t angry or mad. They just think that the louder they get, the more likely they will be heard. It has become acceptable to just scream at other people to make them hear us. I hate to tell you, for me it just causes me to tune you out more. Yep, I’m more likely to ignore you if you are yelling at me. Even if you don’t mean it.

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Maybe I’ve always had sensitive ears. LOL.

So do me a favor….I’m right here. No need to scream or yell. I promise, I’ll hear you.

 

Does this drive you nuts too?

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~

 

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People Crack Me Up

People crack me up…

5 people walk in the store….

Me:  ” Hello there”

Them: Silence

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Me: “Let me know if there is something you want to try?”

Them: Silence

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Me: Stare off a moment…Make direct eye contact with one…Hello

Her: Silence

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Me: One of them will say hi dang it!  Ten year old boy staring at me now…”Would you like to try something?”

Him: Silence…grabs mom’s shirt (what am I gonna attack him?)

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Me: “Just let me know when anyone is ready”

Them: Still silence

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Me: Walk off a minute…mumble to self, “they all can’t be deaf”

Them: still just staring off at the menu

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Me: Wander back. One more try…”Any one decided yet?”

Them: Silence…. They are killing me!!!

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An eternity later (or 10 minutes if looking at a real clock – no joke)

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Mom: Chocolate

Me: Knock me over with a feather…they do talk!! Ok, at least one of them…..

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Turns out they all can talk!

Just not to me.

I’m pretty sure I showered this morning.

sniff sniff…. yep

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Sad part is….. People do this all the time to us… never acknowledging us.. I have to teach the kids not to take it personally.

Even sadder?  These people actually turned out really nice once they ate they ice cream. Then they started talking to me and laughing.

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People are odd creatures….

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~~~till we laugh again~~~

What is with These Women!

First off, the Not Normal and Proud of It! Club is coming along great. A few new members and even a few new ideas. (like a rock climbing wall).

But for now, I must rant for a moment. It drives me up a freaking wall (and not this new rock climbing wall either).

I might get a little graphic for the moment, but it is necessary in my mind. This is how it sounds in my head.

Why is it when I go in a public restroom,

women are pissing all over the toilet seat?  Seriously!

I expect dudes to do this, but women? 

If you are going to squat, at least hit the big hole!  And if you do miss? Guess what, toilet paper will wipe that dang seat!

Do not leave it for the next person to find and deal with.

I have gone in our local casino that has 10 stalls and literally walked all 10 to find this very picture.

I was at restaurant the other night and all 3 stalls had this. Give me a break!

People can be so rude and disgusting.

There are only 4 things that tick me off. Otherwise I’m pretty easy-going.

A) Lying to me

B) Disrespecting me (especially when I haven’t disrespected you)

C) Guys with pants down and their asses hanging out (see B – above)

D) Women PEEING ON THE SEAT!    

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Ok, I feel better now.

And if you are one of these people (which I doubt you will admit) (just kidding, my readers would never do this… I think..lol)

Please, please wipe up your yellow stream, I want nothing to do with it. Hell, I’ll even flush for you, but don’t make me wipe your bodily fluids up for you!

 

How do you feel about this? Does this drive you batty as well?

I now return you to our normal fun loving me….  😀

~~~till we laugh again~~~

 

Nooooooooo! Not Her Toooooo!!!

First, I’m not taking about my laptop. That is still waiting for its surgery which was postponed until tomorrow.

I’m talking about something just as devastating. (ok, not really, but it still stings)

Now, before you keep reading, I suppose I’m suppose to be nice and tell you SPOILER ALERT…..

Oh, I guess you need to know what I’m spoiling don’t you?

No silly, not the milk….  Geeshh, some of you…. I’m telling you….  😉

No, my spoiler alert is for DWTS…. or Dancing With the Stars for you rookies.

First I lost my Skyler on American Idol and now this…. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Not my Maria!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I love her.   sniffle sniffle…..

She not only dances great, but I love her personality. And that laugh, too funny.

But it’s my fault. I know it is. Yep, I’m a non-voter. I’m so sorry Maria Menounos. I failed you.

At least Kim won Survivor, so I’m at least 1 out of 3 for the ones I feel really should win. Oh wait, Amazing Race the right couple won. As for the Voice, yea, I was bummed Juliet didn’t win. Hmm, maybe I’m having a worse week than I thought. If Arseno wins next week’s Apprentice I may just have to give up on Reality shows. The more I think about it, the wrong person won Biggest Loser too (Dang Jeremy).

Maybe it’s not me. Maybe the Reality world is upside down.

Ok, I’m tired and Reality Show rambling…. so I best end this torture for you all.

I’m off to ball myself up in the corner and suck my thumb.

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~