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This is NOT a way to keep readers out, just a little protection for me personally. Please don’t think I’ve done this to exclude anyone. Dammit, sign up! Â
UPDATE: (For those unsure of what the hell I’m talking about.. go to the bottom of my sidebar and under ‘Meta’ click ‘login’ then follow the information and input what it asks for. When you return to my site you’ll see the private post!)
I didn’t know privy had two very different meanings:
Noun
1. privy – a room equipped with toilet facilities
2. privy – a small outbuilding with a bench having holes through which a user can defecate
Adj.
1. privy – hidden from general view or use; “a privy place to rest and think”; “a secluded romantic spot”; “a secret garden”
2. privy – (followed by `to’) informed about something secret or not generally known; “privy to the details of the conspiracy”
Maybe I don’t mean privy at all.
But what-evah.
Log in and read it.
Oh! Speaking of privy (I think) get your sweet little buns over to MBT and follow the instructions to win a FULL fledged pass to BlogHer!! It’s the shizznit! I am so bummed that I can’t enter since I am a contributor (toot! toot!) *ahem*
BUT YOU CAN!!!
Go, get it! Then give it to me as a gift since you think I’m da bomb and deserve to go!
Then stop by ma hood and tell me what you do to curb your Mommy Brain. Spill it! Even if your answer is drink a bottle of wine, tell me! We won’t judge. Promise.
Why is it that when you finally start to get your shit together and feel good about your capabilities, your computer always knows how to bring you down a couple notches?
Just asking. ‘Cuz that’s never happened to me.Nope. Not ever.
I didn’t just have my design site all re-done, spiffied up in Wordpress and crash it and loose my content. Saved me design… but content? Gone.
I love that. (That’s why I’ve gone a little AWOL. Sorry)
Mike: Wanna do it?
Me: Nope. Thanks for asking.
Mike: You never wanna do it.
Me: Nope, but your penis rules!
Mike: It does?! *eyes light up like Christmas morning*
Me: Yup, sure does.
Mike: I feel great now! That made me happy! *walks away*
I am not an avid watcher of The View. In fact I wouldn’t say I was a watcher at all. During Starr Jones’ disgusting bugged eyed weight loss venture I tuned in a couple times, you know, while on maternity leave and killing time while nursing The Champ and unable to reach the remote. I find their talking over each other and constant bickering enough to make me wanna scratch out my eyeballs after my ears begin burning and oozing bloody fluids – like my sizzled brain.
But. This week. I wish I had seen it. Thank God for YouTube or I would have missed it all!
Watch it and see what I’m talking about. It’s long, so don’t stay too long or your ears will be ringing and oozing blood – take that as your warning. (admittedly, I watched the entire thing. It’s like a train wreck, I couldn’t tear myself away!)
So Rosie and Elisabeth had a wonderful bickering ear bleeding bitchfest confrontation about the war in Iraq and President Douchebag Bush. I won’t go into how I feel about that useless waste of life President here for fear of upsetting some US friends. *ahem*Was Rosie not entitled to express her opinion/feelings about the situation? I mean, come on, Elisabeth did for the entire 10 minutes. Rosie, she kept her trap shut for half of the fight! So what? You can say whatever you think – as long as you don’t offend someone else? Namely another person on your panel? That show is about these little controversial episodes and Rosie was stating her opinion – just as Elisabeth had done and they with don’t mesh well with others in her company so she looks like the bad-ass bitch.
If I was able to sit down with them, I’d ask the representatives of The View and ABC – Did you REALLY think she would keep her mouth shut when you hired her on? And are you surprised by the controversy and *gasp* attention she’s brought to your shitty little show?
Get real.
Then I’d shove my stupid Croc up Elisabeth’s ass. What a whiny, snobby little bitch.
I should watch that show more often. I love train wrecks and downward spirals of celebrity careers.
I’m trying to back up my blog. For the third time tonight. Simply because I suck, that’s all.
I am getting fed up with Firefox. It’s been stalling on me a lot lately causing me to have to kill it with the all mighty Windows Task Manager. It just craps out and goes blank. I love my Firefox; I can’t imagine using anything else, but it’s so frustrating lately!
I brushed my teeth and got all ready for bed (as I am waiting for my blog to back up) and then decided that I wanted a freshly made chocolate chip cookie. So I ate it. Guess I have to brush again.
Forgot deodourant again this morning. Hottest day of the year so far. Luckily I now carry a spare in my glove compartment other wise I probably would have stunk like that bloated raccoon carcass I passed this morning. Now, that’s sick!
I’ve been up since 4am. I was supposed to work last night. Wouldn’t you know, I set my alarm and had everything ready to go. I was supposed to be there at 1:45am. I woke up at 4:00am. No alarm to be heard. Fuck, I hate that.
(Still waiting on the blog backup)
I am really chicken to compete this upgrade to WP 2.2. I’ve been putting it off for oh 10 days now. It’s time. I have to suck it up and just go for it. If I disappear for a month or so, that’s what happened.
I can’t wait for tomorrow to be over. It’s been the longest short week from hell. (Canada had a long weekend. Nah-nah-nah-nah)
It’s warm out though. Have you broken out the shorts yet? I did. Once. Then today I went and bought sunless tanning lotion fer me Albino skin. I think my neighbour is blind from the glare off my legs. She has a cataract in one eye and now I blinded her in the other.
A lot of other bloggers I’ve been reading are feeling sad about readership dwindling as they approach their first blogiversary. All these people have way more readers then I do. What does that say about me? I think I may just suck and I’m only realizing it now. For shame on me. I’m usually much better at these things.
That makes me want to Google Search albinos. Make me feel a little better about my lily white ass. So heartless. I know.
Remember the mouse fiasco? This escalating to an all out battle.
I came home last night at a loss of what to make for dinner. Hunting through the cupboards is usually how I manage to devise a plan for a simple meal (read: where’s the fucking Kraft dinner gone?). Rooting through the fridge, going through the cupboards and spinning the lazy susan, spin, spin spin, until… WTF? There’s sugar all over. There’s holes in the… ohmydamn. They’ve gotten into our food.
Oatmeal, Splenda, Jello, granola bars.. those fuckers got into everything, in what seems like overnight since I was just in there yesterday morning. It appears that a party has taken place without my consent. Teaches me for thinking that the cat can be trusted.
Fuckin’ cat. Cute. But completely useless.
Tell me this. Who do you know that owns a cat, and has mice in their house? Can’t think of anyone, right? *thumbs pointing to chest* Me. I am the only person I know. And I know a lot of people.
Am I surprised? Not in the least since my cat is afraid of his own damn shadow.
So we went out and bought traps, set them and waited with baited (pun intended) breath; not even an hour later.
SNAP!Â
Ohmygod! Mike! Check it! Mike! Ew! Check it!Â
Nothing.
That bugger took the peanut butter and ran. All four traps. Empty.
Mice 4, Humans 0
Baited them again and waited all night. Nothing. Mike checked the traps in the morning to see that none of them had any peanut butter left.
Mice 8, Humans 0
By this point I am pissed. We’re being taunted by them. Taunted! By! Mice! Gahhhhh! I will not tolerate this behaviour. Someone is going down.
Traps baited with cheese. Cheese wedged underneath the metal trapper thingy. I. will. not. be. defeated.
SNAP! bang! bang! bang!
The definitive sound of something caught. In the trap.
Ohmygod! Mike! Get it! Get it! There’s something in the trap! Â
I am really looking forward to summer this year! Check it bitches, I got some colour! I’m only mildly albino now! *woot! woot!*
This week’s supposed to be bitchin’ hot! And guess what? I’m working nights so I get to be outside and enjoy the sun tomorrow during the day because no worky for me!
