They do mean the entire package.

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/25/07 01:48 | link | comments (7) |

Easier said than done at times. 


























Was at the bookstore this weekend and they had a big display of Books Mom Will Love.  Amid the piles of Oprah picks, Victorian angst and chick lit was this title



Against all odds somebody was having fun at w$#k.


My job, not so fun.   In a surprise move both of the mouthbreathers quit within two weeks of each other.  It was wonderful, i seriously didnt think i could outlast them.   So the company has hired some much needed new folks, they smile and are non-haglike.   Very nice.

Things should be looking up except the evil stepsisters still reign supreme and have been so nasty to them,  the new people are already looking to transfer elsewhere.  They do have a chance to get out but because of the mans rules and regs i'm trapped in the sulfurous vortex of evil for 7 more months.

 My dept has such a reputation for bitchiness that no one already in the company will transfer there, they have to get some poor unknowning suckers off the streets. 

So i'm back to wearing garlic and counting down the days until i can quit and reclaim my soul.  I hold my my tongue and arrange my break time so that i spend it with a book and not in the company of any of the vile gossiping shrews.  Its their favorite past time to run to HR to complain about people. 

This job does enable me to pay all Sons medical bills in cash, i've paid my car off early and am kicking the shit out of my debt.  By the end of the summer it will all be savings if i dont get fired first.  Breathe deep and bide my time. 

 My boss is still great and there are some fine people around but my dept in general has a horrible aura.

 Talk about elitist for the first time is my life i feel like i have too much class.  That says a lot, as a Trailer Park dwelling Nascar fan the bottom of the barrel has always suited me just fine but not this time.  Maybe i'm growing up?

Nascarwise that whiner jeffy gordon is still ruining my life, he just won for the first time ever in Phoenix and his douchebag protege jimmy johnson is doing great as well this season.  Why Universe Why do you make me suffer so?

Son has made it 4 months longer than the Vet predicted but the wheezing is making a comeback.  There are no more magic pills so this must be the inevitable decline but i dont think the end is coming real soon.  On the Xray there is a monster tumor making a roller coaster hill out of his windpipe.  I imagine his air is going to be cut off eventually, he still has energy now teetering around on his poor arthritic legs.  I have to lift him on his feet more and more but he still gets up every time anyone goes near the treat stash.

 A friend says he has lived so long because i love him so much.  I say its a love triangle, i love him and he loves treats thats what keeps him going.  Whatever w$#ks.

Roomie and i watched Season One of Trailer Park Boys rented from Netflix last night.  It is the funniest show ever and the people who bothered to review it say it doesnt really get good before the Third Season but my sides hurt from laughing.  Cant wait for more discs to arrive.  Two paws up!

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/22/07 17:15 | link | comments (4) |

The i'm better, smarter, more compassionate and aware of current events than YOU PEOPLE by posting about current tragedies blogging phenomena.

I'm temporarily putting down my Big Mac and cutting into my Walmart shopping time and even forgetting that i'm a lazy self-centered American asshole to address this issue.  Actually a good deal of my DNA did come from other countries so there may be hope for me yet,  unfortunately none of it is Canadian so i can only try.

I've seen this blogging phenomena before, after the Tsunami.  A Motimer berating other Motimers for not mentioning it in their blogs and again an hour ago again when none of YOU PEOPLE mentioned the Virginia shooting that happened this morning.

 Now these are normal w$#king/school hours for most of the US population but thats no excuse.  Either quit your job/school and stay home waiting for disaster so you can tell us how you feel and quote news agencies, or find a situation where you can steal time from your employer surfing.

It w$#ks like this, you only care if you blog about it and tell others how much you do care.  This is the state of the world.  If its not on a T-shirt or in a lawsuit or being picketed, protested or SHARED thru some form of mass media your feelings dont count.   This is the era of 15 minutes of fame, what YOU personally feel is what matters most.  NOT the victims and their loved ones,  tell me how YOU feel.

Nevermind that i squeezed out $125 for the tsunami victims,  while i was sleeping 3 hrs a night w$#king two jobs to survive, its not much money at all but it was to me at the time, (arent i the fucking hero?) i suck because i didnt blog about it and tell YOU PEOPLE how much it upset me according to one Motimer.  I quit reading his blog after that, i wonder, did he even mention Katrina?   Or doesnt that count because it was America and he's on the other side of the world.

And now,  over 30 people shot dead in Virginia this morning and a different Motimer angry and leaving, again, because none of us mentioned it.  For the record,  mass murders or any murder (including all of my animal brothers) are horrific and upsetting and my heart does feel for those involved and in a little more selfish sense for us all because those fucking sick copycats are out there, they too need everyone to know how they feel. 

Crime sucks.   The majority of the human created condition sucks.  I feel sad.  There i said it to YOU PEOPLE, now i'm a better person because YOU PEOPLE know how i feel.  The human ego disgusts me.

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/16/07 14:42 | link | comments (10) |

                    little piggie in a blanket

posted by: rustymadgal at 04/05/07 17:33 | link | comments (6) |

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