Saturday, September 25, 2010

BoobieThon 2010

The pre-launch starts TODAY  at 10:00 AM! Get your pictures in for an excellent cause - HELPING TO FIND A CURE FOR BREAST CANCER! A cause that is very close to my .


I know this says 2009 but there isn't a 2010 banner yet, THE DATES ARE THE SAME!

Men and Women are welcome to submit photos - MOOBS & BOOBS!

So, GO! Submit pictures, make a donation, volunteer!  DO IT!  NOW!, Please!


Susan Update ~ She's talking, has no memory or word trouble. Her speech is somewhat effected.  Her left arm is still paralyzed but her leg seems to be coming around.  She'll be going to a rehabilitation center next week!  WooHoo!  (She apparently was pissy with the surgeon for removing part of her skull! LOL)
THANK YOU, again for all your thoughts, prayers and concern.

I'm off at a Bar Mitzvah, see y'all Sunday! Mazel Tov!


Thursday, September 23, 2010

What If FaceBook Existed Years Ago?


This was an email from my daughter.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

For Someone Special

Hope you have a good one!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Doin' A Happy Dance!

I've gotten my computer back!  WOOHOO!  Now I have a gazillion things to catch up on, reorganize, read, write, edit, look at .... Well, you get the idea.

Susan is up, aware and starting physical therapy!  She wrote a note the other day saying she'll be back soon.
THANK YOU!  for all your thoughts, prayers, good wishes and comments! MMMMWAH!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Butt stuff, tampons, boogers and pickled eggs!

The other day I went to Sam’s Club for a 55 gallon drum of laundry detergent and 86 rolls of toilet paper.I tend to wander in Sam’s ‘cause it’s ginormous and you get to look at The People of Wal-Mart that have come over for bigger quantities of the stuff they buy in Wal-Mart.

Marveling at a 5 gallon jar of pickled eggs, I’m wondering who the fuck eats pickled eggs and why do they need 5 gallons?What kind of farts would come from eating pickled eggs while drinking beer?

Whilst in the vitamin/shampoo/diaper department, I noticed these ~

BOOGIE WIPES! Seriously? Couldn’t you just call ‘em Snot Rags and be done?

What kind of drugs is your marketing department on to want to call your product ANTI-MONKEY BUTT POWDER and use a red-assed monkey as the spokes animal? Their new product is going to be Anti-Rotting Fish Douche.  Charlie the Tuna has been chosen to represent the item. To go along with your Monkey Butt Powder, we've also got BOUDREAUX'S BUTT PASTE!  I guess if you put a French sounding name in front of Butt Paste it sounds more like pate foie gras and not like an acute intestinal infection.

WTF? America!  Get some class, please!  I saw a commercial for Tampax Tampons that called the tampon “cute”!  CUTE!  Are you insane?  Any woman who has their period doesn’t want a “cute” plug trying to block the flow.  That’s like asking Barbie to do hostage negotiations with a psycho-killer.  You don’t want “cute”, you want smart, ripped, ready-for-anything, like G.I. Joe tampons! Cute tampons. What is the advertising world coming to?

Although, sometimes the Ad Men get it almost right (the E-Trade baby – LOVE him)  if not hysterical and get the product in your brain.  Watch this ~

If I had balls, Jamie Pressly could wash them.  I did buy my son one of these Axe Detailers last Christmas.  He recommends NOT using the scrubby side on your actual balls, guys.  Just a tip from a real live consumer who treasures his balls, likes ‘em clean and sees no reason on earth for anyone to want pickled eggs.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

September 11

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears.  We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.  
~ David Sarnoff


Susan update ~ On Thursday evening, one week after her stroke, her new neurologist removed a portion of her skull to relieve the pressure of her brain swelling.  The drugs being used to treat the swelling were not working as quickly as expected and had begun to effect her kidneys.  Her daughter let us know that her vital signs were stronger on Friday. 

Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and positive energy.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Last week sucked!

Hi! How y’all doin’? Hope you’ve had a nice Labor Day weekend.  This past week has basically sucked ass for me but I’ll get to that in a bit.  No matter how shitty I thought my week was, it was all puppy breath and unicorn farts compared to what a co-worker of mine is going through.

Susan is not someone I pal around with outside of work. She’s very proper, she loves and is loved by her husband and children, she is a woman of “faith” and she is very sure about how others should act.  She doesn’t drink, smoke or swear.  Obviously, we would never, ever be good friends but we have worked together for 4 years.  This past Thursday night, Susan suffered a massive stroke.  She had just turned 50.

Currently, she is in ICU in a medically induced coma until her brain stops swelling, paralyzed on her left side.  I don’t know if she will recover so if you would, please say a prayer to whatever God you pray to, for Susan.  Thank you.

Last week started out pleasantly enough.  On Saturday, Mulder and I traveled to Orlando to see my niece, nephew-in-law and great nephew who were visiting from New York.  We had a good time, I got my drink on a bit and had a good meal.  Sunday brought the first shock that set me to crying and feeling like hammered shit.  (Y’all know what happened and I’m not going into it.) The one thing I do want to say about it is that the incident confirmed my conviction that some people are just evil. Whether the person that “outted” the blogger did it because of spite or because they thought “they were doing the right thing”, the bottom line is that they hurt other human beings. We don’t know and may never know the extent of the hurt and damage that was done to this blogger and their family.  It was a wicked thing to do. Being a terminal zombie,  things that may just upset others,  tend to set me off and drop me right into the abyss.  Once there, it’s a struggle to get out. (I’m still working on climbing out this time but I’m in deep, folks.)

 Tuesday, my computer crashed. My hard drive is fucked.  I don’t know if anything can and/or will be recovered.  As of today, the computer guy is still working on it.  I can’t buy a new computer right now and am working on an old that requires the hamsters to be fed every couple hours so they’ll keep running on the power wheel.  I’ve got no clue how long this machine will last . I bought an extra Lotto ticket this week.  You never know, right?  Friday, as I was getting all giddy about having 4 days off, the news of Susan’s stroke, pushed me further into the abyss.  I’m terrified for her and her family.  It also made me think that I’m tired of being the strong person, the person that can fix everything.  I’m tired of worrying about bills and working.  I’ve always sneered at women who are “delicate flowers”.  Those kind of women that are taken care of by their partners.  But right about now, I want to be the most delicate and precious of flowers.  A rare bloom that is cherished, protected and loved.   Being able to stop being strong, to have someone say, “Don’t worry, nitebyd. I’m going to fix it for you. You just sit back and watch movies.” would be the most wonderful thing in the world.

It probably won’t happen but depressed or not, I can still dream.  Saturday, I did a full-on-balls-out cleaning of my bedroom and bathroom. Sunday, woke up with a hellacious cold, sneezed and hurt my back.  Tomorrow, back to work.

And I hope this coming week will be better - for everyone, especially Susan.