Why some things are better left to a professional.

posted by: rustymadgal at 05/28/07 15:27 | link | comments (6) |

Watched the dramatic Notes on a Scandal with Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett (good movie) and The Holiday with Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz (lame, even by chickflick standards) last weekend.

 One thing i've noticed is any film with British actors will have a scene with them dancing around their house, not a montage, not during a party, not at a nightclub, just dancing at home and usually to Motown.

 Without fail it seems, i count the minutes now until someone starts to boogie.  I've made it a drinking game.  Do all English people break out into dance like this in real life?  I guess it could be fun.

Kate Winslet didnt even get out of bed before she cranked up the tunes and danced in The Holiday.    That was a surprise.   Cameron, although an American is guaranteed to dance in any film shes in.  I think its because it means less dialogue for her to remember.

  SPOILER ALERT, but not really even The Princess could figure out the plot on this one and shes only into bird snuff films.  The movie ends with the whole cast back in Merry Ole England dancing their little hearts out in the living room.    That was the end of the game for me, i had to do 5 shots and passed out.

Next we watched Notes on a Scandal.   A tangled web of deceit, lust, loneliness and text messaging with two brilliant actresses.  Serious stuff.  Surely there wouldnt be any random getting ones groove on filler here.  Wrong again.  Cate's film family holds a post Sunday dinner hoe down in the living room.  3 more shots.  I bet that catchy little tune is still stuck in your head.

posted by: rustymadgal at 05/16/07 04:48 | link | comments (7) |

I blame China for banning our blogs and giving me that naughty feeling,  I used one of the paid sick days the man finally graciously granted me (a whole generous 3 days for a 16 month span) when i wasnt really sick, except of w#@k.  It felt good too.

The evilness at w$#k continues.    One of the new women is actually happy and fun to be around but shes thinking of quitting because of the nastiness from the hags if she makes a mistake.  Like they never screw up.  This company is more concerned with the content of someones urine than their brains and it shows.  A few bong hits are exactly what those bitches need and maybe a good colonic.

 Talk  about a bad night at w#@k, the evil hags were so mean to her she was crying driving home one night, the cops pulled her over because a light  was burned out on her car and they thought she was drunk because her eyes were all red.

I told the boss about the meaness because i didnt want the new woman to quit and she didnt want to stir up trouble for anyone but my boss is nice but never does anything about anyone anyway.   I mistakenly named the wrong hag, but its ok she'll do something crappy sooner or later to earn being told on. 

The man also told us all to keep our eyes open because another poor cow$#ker has an insane man who has threatened to kill her at w#@k.  The company has responded by putting up a huge poster of their No Weapons policy by the front door.  That will stop him.  I feel safer already..



More cute pictures of the damn furry bastards.



 The Princess watching her new Catsitter DVD.   The instructions said it w$#ks best if a cats alone in the room but once i pop it in shes hooked.  Just like a little kid watching cartoons.   Really funny when shes in the living room in her recliner watching it on the big Tube.  Beer and TV, thats my girl!














Son, five months after he was supposed to die and three months from his 16th birthday, spending his Golden Years waiting for a treat.


























My little bedbug.

 It's Frankies job to knock things off dressers, counters and his favorite place, the computer desk. Everywhere i have baskets and trays to try and thwart his love of gravity.  

I've seen him take his fat mono-oculared head and nudge piles of roomies books and papers over the edge.  Pens and little things might as well be kept on the floor.  He loves to get on the shelf over the monitor and kick the clutter onto  my hands when i'm typing.  Real wise guy.

His newest trick is drinks.   Roomie was at the computer last Thursday and Frankie knocked a half full can of lemonade off the desk with his paw.  Later that same night Roomie had a scotch and water and was in his room and saw Frankie push it off the dresser.   My little boozer, The Princess,  immediately ran over and began licking up the puddle.

Frank just had his yearly checkup at the Vet.   If i didnt almost throw up i would have laughed but the Dr gave his anal glands a pinch and the most foul smelling glump shot out and hit her straight in the glasses.  I may be poor but you couldnt pay me enough to squeeze a cats bum glands but looking at the bill breakdown the Vet will do it for the bargain price of 14 bucks.  Frankie strikes again!

posted by: rustymadgal at 05/07/07 16:39 | link | comments (8) |

You can all say you knew me when for this week i changed the world, although i'm really not getting credit.

 It all started when i ordered Trailer Park Boys, Disc 1 from Netflix.   The DVD arrived but the sleeve was incorrectly labeled and contained Disc 2 not 1.  I went to the website to report a problem and checked the Wrong Movie Received box. 

 If you report a DVD broken at this point you will get the option of ordering another one immediately before they get the broken one back but that was not the case with the Wrong Movie option.

I couldnt even put the right movie at the top of my Queue again until they got the wrong one back because the web site said i already had it at home.

I sent it back with a note saying the sleeve and the movie didnt match so someone else didnt go through the horrendous suffering we did on a Saturday night. 

Netflix then sent me some form email saying they had gotten my note with the DVD but couldnt read notes, it was a Distribution Center only.  Whatever.  If they could read the note enough to send me an email response why couldnt they just throw the wrong sleeve out?  Its late, is gotten a real word?

So i sent them a nice email  this time and said it would be great to have the option of re-ordering the correct film immediately when they send the wrong one just  like you can when reporting a broken  DVD.  Having dealt with the heinous public many years i dont bitch service people out.  You catch much more free stuff with humor.

Customer Service replied and said they had arranged to send me the correct disc that day and given me a discount next month, which i totally didnt expect.   How i love free.  Food is especially tasty when its free, thats why i never bring my wallet when roomie and i go out to dinner.

So a few days later an envelope labeled Trailer Park  Boys Disc 1 arrived, anxiously i checked the disc and sure enough it was the wrong Disc 2 (which we had alreadly watched since thats what we had before) in a Disc 1 sleeve.  I'm sure i got back the one i had just returned, thats why i put the damn note in there.

So i emailed Customer Service again and today they wrote back assuring me they were sending the correct Disc this time.  He also added they were updating the website so people could reorder wrong movies immediately.  He didnt add the part about me suggesting it first but they were probably  afraid i'd want more free stuff.

 You're Welcome Mankind, i've humbly done my part.

Roomie and i are now into Season 3 of the Trailer Park Boys and still love it.  Its my idea of life the way it should be.  I did live a little like them back in the good old days in my very first Trailer Park. 

posted by: rustymadgal at 05/02/07 02:49 | link | comments (13) |

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