Weep for the loss, it's a fluff-less world.

Today I discovered I am dying. Little hints of it are everywhere in this house. There are NO sources of chocolate anywhere here. Who would believe that in a month where I spent literally a thousand dollars on food this could be true?
It must be the Hostess guys corporate screw up trickling down to the household level. I always have  Ding-Dongs, Ho-Hos, and Twinkies stashed somewhere in the house. The Snowballs pink gooey goodness is always blatantly on display in several rooms.
It is a mortal imperative to have chocolate where small grandchildren and older, smarter children just can't find it. Now that the baking empire has fallen my stashes are finally all tapped out. (insert heavy long-suffering sigh here) and in a post apocalyptic baking world there just isn't any reasonable replacement available. Why oh why can't someone make a decent fake ding dong?
Nothing says living the dream like a Suzie q and a diet Pepsi. The taste combination is just indescribable. Plus, the irony.. a diet drink with a 1,800 calorie cake... get it get it?
They just took it away? Now all I can get is a cardboard box with a similar enough to be recognizable label yet dissimilar enough inside to make me want to eat the box instead knock off.
Don't even get me started on the available sweets in the cupboard. All we have here is vanilla pudding in a box. Bah.. Vanilla. Is that even a flavor or just the absence of Chocolate?  Someone bought this box in this house? Isn't vanilla free since it grovels so far below chocolate? Did we not see the chocolate pudding and just knocked this into the cart by mistake? Is there a universe in which vanilla is a choice and not a mistake?
So here I sit at the end of days feeding vanilla pudding to my 100 pound dog so Britt won't know I dumped all her hard work making me pudding in a fit of  IT'S NOT CHOCOLATE.

This also begs the question
  
What did they do with all that marshmallow filing?

Worst job interview ever

You know one, I know you do. A person who knows EVERYTHING, has done EVERYTHING, has had every cool adventure, and who wants to re-live how cool they are right now with you.

This random guy shows up at my work today for a "job interview". Nothing abnormal there, we hired 4 guys this month so far. He was wearing a BUDweiser beer red jacket, cowboy boots, and jeans. Still not too weird, most of my co-workers spend their Marlboro points on clothing advertising beer or cigarettes. He knew a name of the interviewer and seemed like he had it all ready to rock n roll just like any other applicant.
Until one of my coworkers came off shift walking through my desk area and remarked casually that he (the applicant) better watch himself with those red-headed women and showed him his black eye.  I think my coworker was hinting to the guy to sit down and fill in the application and leave the receptionist alone, or else.
This random goober just jumps in front of my coworker and says; "Oh, I have martial arts training." And proceeds to spend the next 5 minutes wrestling a man who could not quite grasp what the heck was happening. He moved his arms around in vaguely Egyptian poses and said stuff like "Here just go ahead and hit me." and a lot of "Ofcourse you would just move your arms like this and then, you are OK".  All the while I am sure I had the same shocked look of horror as the rest of the people in my general area did.
The coworker of mine knows the value of his job (since he has one) and would not cooperate.
So the random man just grabs his arms and starts showing him how to throw a punch  and defend against it.  It looked like every Kung Fu move my 7 year old grandson ever demonstrated for me in the last 3 years only less professional.
Then he spent the next 20 minutes explaining how he knows all these people who are famous and how he sent $500.00 each to the paramedics who rescued him from his near fatal accident. How he could not even talk or pee, or eat for a long time after that but that the doctor did some sort of whatever after the accident and it saved his faculties eventually. (I was wishing modern medicine hadn't been quite so advanced right then.) He rambled on about Ferrari's and strange bonding moments with famous people until I nearly lost my mind. The really astonishing thing was how he never let my coworker get a word in edgewise. It was like that guy on TV who wants to talk you into buying his greater, newer, less expensive, product. I have never met anyone with a greater capacity for malarkey. He went zipping through all the male hot button subjects like a jet.  Cool cars, yea he has driven millions of them. Injuries. Celebrities. Martial Arts.

I think he is normally kept in a dark little room somewhere and only allowed out once a year to speak to other people. I think he was in a desperate rush to show us all how truly COOL he is. (As if the jacket did not do it for me) I think he normally takes anti psychotic drugs daily and missed a dose.

Having been warned by several emails the interviewer did not spend enough time listening to his stories and wanted to focus on work. At the end of it this guy starts saying things like "I don't want to get tough here, but I need a job now". By then I was wondering if I would need therapy when this guy left. So he stops by my desk, knocks on it and says "Hopefully I'll be working here in a couple of days!"

Honey, I'm sorry. The best you can hope for is not being arrested if you come back.

Whoa there Nellie

I started this blog back up because I want to keep track of something I call "the curse".
For emperical research and data recording, I am using this blog.
I am cursed with a curse. and this is how it goes:  Sunday, January 6th I paid tithing. By the time I got home from church the heater in my house was shot and would not churn out a fart's worth of btu's. When I left it was working fine. After BD rewired it and reset virtually every electronic device known to exist in the house, I lost my phone.
 The cellphone is part of the curse and this is how that goes: I own only 3 kinds of cellphones
the one with no bars or reception in my home
the one that is totally drained of power
and the one that someone else is using right now.
So it showing up missing is not that unusual.... except right now I also have a car that hooks up to the cellphone and it could be working in the car for me if I could find it.
Last year in October my boss of 7 years decided to sell off the business and thus I got among my parting gifts the above mentioned car, which don't get me wrong... totally rocks. However I did have about 3 months of palpitations over where I would go to work and when. Thankfully, I got a job right away, and here comes the curse... both the other women I work with were there when he presented me the brand new car: fostering resentment on an epic scale for the new girl. Plus both of them have a really bitchy outlook on having someone new there sucking up their airspace evidently. These are my "trainers". Ha ha. Luckily, I can only suck so much before someone notices and forces one of them to tell me something.
Next part of curse: Appliances. Our water heater does not work right. If you want to use hot water at my house you need 3 hours notice to heat it up. My 7 year old grandson can start the water heater up. The thing NEVER has worked in 6 years and we have replaced it 2 times.
Neither does the refrigerator. There are 2 dead refrigerators in my back yard. I bought a brand new one when we moved in here. It lasted about 4 years. Robert bought 3 since then and on Wednesday of this week, the newest one of those died. The newest one will be delivered Monday.
This is stove # 3 we are currently killing. It looks like if you took a stove from the 1970's and broke several places off, beat up the outside, and rolled it in oil (well maybe a fire too). It works a lot of the time, which is better than the last 2.
Next part of the curse: Computers. Some will argue with me on this one but I am telling you my luck with computers is just terrible. I can't get black Bart (my laptop) to do anything. I just want to watch a dvd.
Anyway the last part of this darn curse is physical;
I have a HUGE toothache. I have dental insurance so I would go to the dentist, but both the top and the bottom hurts. It happens a lot. It will stop if I eat enough decongestants, so it is not my teeth.
But I can not seem to keep it under control.

new year

I am not a new year celebrating kind of girl so I went to bed at 9 ish. Now that it is January 1, 2012 though I have a few things to be grateful for from 2011 and thought I should jot them down.
I had a job.. all through the recession that has been so far I kept my job!
We did have paycuts and layoffs, but I survived.
I had a car.. A pos held together with duct tape and way beyond banged up, but functional.
I have my children and their children to love.
That's all I really need.

The blog is broken

For almost a year this blog has been broken. I don't get it, and I can not seem to fix it. SO
I am creating a new blog asap and I will link it with my Facebook page (when i say i i mean I will have Tobi do it)

I won't stand for it

So... the last 2 time the P.P.Princess came over we had a blood crisis. As in her cute little bowhead had a meeting with some boy toy / weapon here and she came away worse for wear.  This weekend BD is going to Tobi's and I just DO NOT want to see blood.
As in none, not gonna stand for it, no accidents.
At all.
Anymore.
Period.
Did you get me boys? No starwars lightsabre to the heads. No rocks to the anything. No fake or real weapons doing a flying representation of an explosion. No head-long leaps from darkened corners. Just once play nice and be safe for 24 hours. You can do this. I know you can.

Easter Madness

Ware the week!
Easter approaches.
Go Bunnies go.
I keep trying to get in the Easter mood and I am sadly failing. So I went to Walgreens today at lunch because they always have the greatest Easter stuff. However, the stuff was out of my price league and I ended up with 2 little hopping bunnies @ .99 each. They are way cute... and they hop.
This weekend Britt is taking the kid0's down to Colorado Springs with her sister so they can all go see HOP.  In preparation we have been watching on demand pieces of HOP. It looks real cute.
I'm still not sure why I can't get the Easter thing going. Maybe it is cuz I don't have out any decorations?
Maybe I'll do that tonight. Last night I sorted clothes in my Ambienadiditty. So I could not find sock one this am. I had to go upstairs and pilfer sox from BD.
This is when it pays to be a senior... you can claim you lost your sox!