How many times do you have to wash a white dog while painting the exterior doors brick red?
Answer to follow….
This is a quiz… June 17, 2010
How many times do you have to wash a white dog while painting the exterior doors brick red?
Life is all about choices people! June 15, 2010
#1 Should you choose to make a bowl of cereal in the morning, this would mean that you are making the choice to put said bowl and spoon into the dishwasher (its the black flat thing in the middle of the cabinets)…if the dishwasher is full of clean dishes at the time, then you are also choosing to unload the clean before placing the dirty inside. (Side note, other used dishes throughout the day are included in this choice, and yes this means the pots and pans.)
#2 Should you choose to pee or otherwise in the toilet…any toilet…this would mean that you are also choosing to use the little lever cleverly located on the left hand side of the toilet to flush it down.
#3 Should you choose to wear socks and or underwear on any particular day this would mean you are also choosing to place them in the laundry hamper located in the laundry room…not on the floor, upon their removal…other articles of clothing and towels are also included in this particular choice.
#4 Should you choose to play with the WII, Playstation 2, Gamecube, DS, Sega, or any other such system…you are also choosing to put these items back NEATLY in their proper place.
#5 Should you choose to drag mud ALL THE EFFING WAY THROUGH THE ENTIRE EFFING HOUSE…UPSTAIRS AND DOWN…then you are choosing to get out the damn Floormate, fill it, and then also run it…(I just effing did this at 10:00pm LAST NIGHT!)
#6 Should you choose to turn on lights, TV’s, etc., and then leave a room, you may also choose to shut off the lights, TV’s, etc…OR…pay the astronomical EXCEL BILL! (you get two choices with this one)
#7 Should you choose to sleep in your bed, you are also choosing to make said bed upon departure in the AM or PM or whenever it may be.
#8 Should you sit on my couch or love seat at any given time during the day you are also choosing to fix the pillows and remove any of your crap you left behind upon departure of this area.
#9 Should you choose to wear shoes, then you are also choosing to put them away…where they belong. The back, front, and, middle entryways are not where they belong…just in case you haven’t heard your father and I tell you that the other four frillion times…OUT FRIGGEN LOUD!
#10 Should you choose to remove the contents of any box that I have already packed…then CLEARLY…you are choosing to lose a digit! NO EXCEPTIONS! We move in 13 days people!!!
NOT THE DAMN MAID!
I am choosing to win the damn lottery tomorrow…so please to choose to sell me the winning effing lottery ticket Mr/Ms convenience store cashier!
Kids are gross! March 24, 2008
I know that doesn’t sound really nice coming from someone who happens to have five of them…but…
My children are actually almost 19, 16, 13, 10, and 7 years old…
Let’s start with babies…you know…the little ones. They are so full of runny stuff…and have absolutely no prob spewing really disgusting things out in various forms…first is usually the white sour smelling crap that comes out of their mouths consistently…sometimes it may even be chunky…and/or come out of their nose. EEEEWWWEEEE!!!
Did you know there is a scientific problem when it comes to infants…it is the aspect of babies that defies all laws of gravity…shit…and I do mean actual shit…will inevitably travel from the lower portion of the body and reveal it’s ugly (no pun intended) rear at the neckline…how the hell does this happen? They are sitting up all relaxed in their little chair or worse yet your lap and the next thing you know that mustard colored, snotty consistency, runny assed shit is coming out of their friggen neck! Gross…this is the point that you remove all clothing and toss directly into the trash…rubber gloves and gas masks are highly recommended!!!
Then there is the constant drool that seems to run for approximately 18 friggen months and if you are me…a bib is part of the “outfit” because gross…they are always wet.
They eat with their hands…anything…even if it wasn’t edible to begin with and or also if it was meant to be eaten last week…remember that sippy cup of milk you lost a week ago? They will eventually find it and apparently the pungent smell is not enough to ward them off of it. Slurp…I have seen this one with my own eyes…GAG!
Eventually they grow…and as they do the messes and gross things they do just change…not go away. Toothpaste smeared all over the bathroom sink and spit all over the counter and mirror because apparently brushing your teeth needs to involve the entire bathroom. Globs of shampoo, conditioner and body soap…dried…don’t worry I will keep the really gross bathroom stuff to myself…except for maybe the time the toilet overflowed so bad that it flooded the kitchen ceiling below and they didn’t bother tell me until I happened to notice the ceiling bowing and had to poke holes in it to release the toilet water before the whole thing gave out…nice…that was a really fun repair job…NOT!
Throughout the years I have spent many hours first scraping the boogers off of the wall and then trying to scrub them off with a bucket of very strong ammonia water…which never worked because those suckers apparently are the secret formula they use in glue…and ultimately it is just easier to paint the effing wall, and yes you do have to sand first unless you like the textured look.
What prompts this post you ask? We moved Madison the youngest, into Kirsten, the oldest sisters old bedroom this weekend…I found all kinds of really cool treasures in there when cleaning it out…my Gawd! She was in that room for a whole six years…how the hell does one trash a room like that? I couldn’t even tell you what most of the shit all over the carpet and walls was but clearly she spilled alot…interesting considering we have a no food or drink in the bedroom policy which was more than obviously ignored by one certain teenager. Well guess how she spent her Easter Sunday…that’s right…she found her Easter basket from the bunny and then proceeded to remove the various types of tape and stickers from the doors and walls and sanding other various unidentifiable chunks of who knows what off of the walls…I think she had fun…and I am pretty sure she will no longer tape things to walls and furniture…WHEW! That only took 19 years to grow her out of!
Madison will be officially moved into her new room tonight…can’t wait to see what I find in her old room.
Schmucks need not apply… February 28, 2008
I am going to give you a scenario…
A couple of weeks ago I interviewed 80 gagillion people for 3 positions that I needed to fill at my office. The first one of the morning was a very impressive, cute, young, nicely dressed young lady, who was fairly well spoken, and when she left I was really excited about her. The next was a not so nicely dressed, extremely late for the interview, not so well spoken, not so impressive, gal that made my skin crawl every time she said “Well if you axe me…”, or ” Well you can axe this person…” by the time she left I was already burnt out and ready to axe her! The day went on and interview after interview became even more long and grueling, for the most part, but there were a couple more in between the “junk” that were just as impressive as the first girl, and by that evening I had totally made my mind up on three. It was crucial at this point to get at least three hired and in by the following week, as we had some clients coming through that we needed to make a good impression on. So, I called the three “chosen” ones and asked them to report to work on the following Tuesday and also told them they should be “dressed for success“, which they totally complied with. When they arrived I quickly gave each of them some “busy’ work to do to make it look like we were in full production and this is how everyday is, busy, busy, busy…
“Girl one“, you know the one, I thought she was going to be great! I sat her down with some stacks of papers that had attachments and needed the staples pulled out of them…she begins
“Girl two“, (you don’t know this one but she is now my favorite) I had her separating batches of paperwork…she begins.
“Girl three“, (you don’t know this one either but I liked her too) she sits down and begins counting batches of papers into 100’s.
Well, none of these tasks were hard or strenuous by any stretch of the word…”Girl one” asks to use the bathroom…which, I let her do, because I am nice like that…she emerged from the bathroom approximately 20 minutes later…what the hell was she doing in there? She sits back down at the desk I had placed her at for about 3 minutes and then asks “Can I make a personal phone call?”…I again said sure and she proceeded back to the bathroom area to make the call…15 more minutes go by and she finally returns. She begins working on the stack of papers I gave her again for about 10 minutes or so and then asks the my original employee if there was a place to go smoke…WTF? You haven’t even been here for an entire hour yet!!! All the while the other two newbies continue on diligently with their busy work…
Here is my dilemma…
The day they came in was strictly for “show” purposes, (they all knew we wouldn’t actually be doing any real work) because of the client walk through that we had that day, the actual start date for them is going to be on the 15th of March, at which point my plan was to train them in on a really big project for an entirely different client. (BTW, we did sign the client we had on that walk through date, so I see more hiring in the near future, lucky me). Alright…the dilemma…sometimes I get off the beaten path…I bet you didn’t notice that…anyway, I have already brought “Girl two” in and have started training her, she is working out beautifully. I am thinking about bringing in “Girl three” on Monday to start training her, I am certain she is also going to work out just great. About “Girl one“…I don’t even want to start her because I am certain we are not going to see eye to eye…I know what I need to do…I just don’t know how to do it…How does this sound:
Hi “Girl one” (insert real name here),
This is Gina from Hiring Schmucks is Not My Gig International, (insert real company name here) I am emailing to tell you that our big assignment that was to launch on April 1st has dropped as a client…we won’t be needing any additional help at this time. I am real sorry, but I thought I would let you know so you can begin seeking employment elsewhere.
What I would really like to say:
Hi “Girl one” (insert real name here),
This is Gina from Hiring Schmucks is Not My Gig International, (insert real company name here) I am emailing to tell you that although you would definitely get an A++ from the fashion police, your work ethic clearly sucks and I already have an employee that occupies that part of the office so I am not in need of another one at this time. If in the near future I am seeking someone who can work 1/8th of the day consistently I will contact you. I am real sorry, but I thought I would let you know so you can begin seeking employment with a company who is looking for a professional, 20 minute tinkling, 15 minute phone talking, I have been here 45 minutes oh my gawd I need a cigarette kind of employee.
Which one do you feel is more appropriate? The short and sweet, or the reality check?
Have you EVER? January 31, 2008
Ok, so I feel somewhat like a complete and total moron most days lately…here is what I have done in the last week…feel free to sympathise on the basis that you have done some of these same things…
As I am talking to my aunt on the phone trying to get out the door to go to work all the while frantically searching for my damn CELL PHONE…scrambling around the house in and out of the truck…down to my office and back upstairs…into my bedroom out to the kitchen…back to my bedroom and then on to my bathroom…all the while talking to my aunt…on my FRIGGIN’ CELL PHONE…searching…searching…as she says…and I quote…”what the heck are you looking for?”…I say…”My Friggin’ cell phone”…she says…”The one you are talking to me on?”…I say…”Aahh Efen-A!!…What the hell was I thinking?” There went 20 solid minutes of my life.
I get up…get ready for work…start the truck…put on my coat, gloves, and glasses…scoop up my cup of coffee, laptop, purse…and start my frantic search for the keys.to.my.truck…you know the ones…that I already.started.the.damn.truck.with? Another 20 solid minutes out of my life.
Driving along down the freeway on my way back to my office…clearly my mind is in a fog until…suddenly I realize I have passed my exit and I am almost to the bridge that goes directly to my house…have to take the cloverleaf back the other direction on the freeway and back track my sorry ass to my office where I was originally going…not only another 20 minutes out of my life…but about $6.00 extra out of my damn pocket considering the awesome gas mileage my rockstar Lincoln SUV gets.
Go to Beauty Mart to specifically buy some supplies for the secret project…walked out with numerous other items that in no way involve the secret project…and didn’t purchase the originally planned and also very necessary items. Went back the next day and the damn door was locked at 7:49 pm…they aren’t suppose to close until 8:00 pm…needless to say this time I was really really pisster. 11 minutes? I can totally understand 2-3 minutes before 8:00 pm…but hell no not 11 whole minutes…What the eff? I am so going to go there when the manager is there and tattle on the damn lazy ass that closed the door 11.whole.minutes.early. Doesn’t she know how badly I needed those items? I mean it’s the weekend…DUH!
In all seriousness…my brain is fried…I never knew this whole having a full time job and trying to keep up with these kids and their sports and the regular stuff like making an actual meal for supper, doing the laundry, shopping, cleaning, etc…would be such a challenge. I almost took a picture of the laundry room for you all…it’s been bad before…but this was completely out of control…OH MY GOODNESS…what the hell blew up in here? Did the laundry mate while I was at work today? It was like that episode of Star Trek when the Tribbles multiplied…no really… no joke…but thought twice about the picture thing because I didn’t want to scare anyone. I have just about got it under control now but it wasn’t easy.
In the midst of trying to keep things somewhat under control at home and completely furnishing and setting up a whole new office space for my department at work I also attended 3 funerals and 2 wakes since last Saturday. I am totally funeral-ed out so no more damn dying anyone…GOT IT? I am a member of my daughter who plays varsity hockey’s Redline club…it’s the club that funds all of the extra activities and special things the girls do throughout the season…I love to be involved with these associations, it keeps us involved with our kids and the community and I have also made a ton of really awesome friends…so anyhooo…the big spaghetti fundraiser was on Saturday last weekend which clearly meant that we had to cook the sauce on Thursday night (I thought they said get sauced so of course I showed up) did you know that it takes until 1:00 am to make spaghetti sauce for 600 people? What? Well it did…then on Friday night after the hockey game got over with we had to go and cook the noodles…until…you guessed it…1:00 am…then I promptly got up at six.friggen.forty.five. in the friggen morning on Saturday to go to the Band Backers breakfast fundraiser for our lovably nerdy middle daughter and then off to the VFW again for the actual spaghetti dinner fundraiser…I arrived home after an entire day of drinking at the VFW and then meeting up with my bestest buddy and her husband (and of courseHomie DJ DAWG himself) for a couple of drinks at Sargeant Peppers…I think I arrived home at approximately 12:3o am-ish….and yes just in case you were wondering I was exhausted and extremely hung over on Sunday. Thanks for asking…
The good news…I also belong to the volunteer committee for Fastpitch Softball…Saturday is the taco feed and meat raffle fundraiser…I am totally planning another hangover this Sunday…does anyone have a problem with that? Yep…I didn’t think so…
WOW I am SO Stoked! January 12, 2008
Why haven’t I written? Well, I guess I keep telling myself it is better to put quality words down or nothing at all and if I…A…don’t have time…or B…can’t think straight enough to make sense…then I probably…C…shouldn’t write (never mind the 3:00 am posts…they don’t figure into this type of logic and could happen at anytime without my actual control). I have had a ton of things on my mind that have really clouded my rational thinking. My mind always races anyway but somehow now it is worse than ever. Really it has always been that way for me…I am incredibly analytical, always have been, to the point that it even stops me from even getting solid sleep…I mean I sleep…I just don’t actually sleep. Then I get these really strange tension type headaches that don’t actually hurt they just bother me. When that starts to happen I know that I have to focus harder on trying not to think…about anything. I know…I am weird…you don’t have to tell me.
Does anyone remember when I started this whole thing? I do. My life was simpler…I had five kids all in different activities all of the time and all I did was run around with them, clean the house, do the shopping, the laundry, and run my small but somewhat still busy enough photography business…for the most part. I kept telling myself that I really needed to start focusing on not being so busy…not having so much to do…learning how to relax was a big thing for me…I don’t relax…ever. I had actually pledged to myself back in September that since the kids were back in school…all full time…I would capitalize on the time by myself during the day and focus on catching up things I had been meaning to do for like ever and start the process of finding ways to relax me…both mentally and physically.
Then one day…my niece called me and asked if I wanted to go to a data entry seminar to work from home. I honestly have to tell you I thought it was a total scam and that there was no possible way that this was for “real”. I was very skeptical, but went to the seminar anyway. Since everything checked out with the company and I felt somewhat secure that it was not a scam I signed up with them to start doing data entry on-line from home at my leisure. Perfect right? I could work…A…when I wanted to and…B…if I wanted to…from home. Three days after I got my passwords to begin the work at home process the guy that runs the “at home” department of the company called and asked if I could come into the office. I said I could and by the end of the day…I had a job! Part time…but a job nonetheless…for the first time in 18 years.
Well…that was the day my life took an incredible turn…in a direction…I am still not sure which direction…I think I am dizzy…but am definitely going in a direction….spinning really…yeah…really dizzy.
Here is a list of things I think about daily(and in most cases nightly…and also yes…while I “sleep”)…
~How is it that people with terrible work ethics can manage to get paid lots of money per hour to work harder at doing less work than just doing the work that needs to be done in an efficient manner?
~Why are some people just incapable of doing a good job…even if it’s just removing a friggin’ staple from a friggin’ piece of paper?
~What the hell takes some people 30 minutes longer to drive from point A to point B and back than the same drive takes other people?
~When all there is about a job is just to come in and do it…no managing, no worrying, no nothing, just do the job…what the hell is so stressful about it?
~Why do some people complain obsessively about nothing?
~If your boss asks you to dress for success because there are clients coming in and they would like everyone to look professional for that particular day…what the heck? Just do it! You don’t have to dress up the rest of the friggin’ time what is the problem? And just an FYI for you…black jeans DO NOT qualify as dress pants…and no…I don’t care if they are new or not.
~Wow! Do the owners know that if you have approximately 1.5 hours worth of work to do you can manage to make it last for at least 4 hours just so you can draw a bigger paycheck…I am still thinking that there is some sort of talent involoved in this technique. And just another FYI for ya, that is in my humble opinion…STEALING!
~When you get to work at 8:30 am and you know you have to leave at 11:30 am to go do the point A to point B and back thing (remember that point A to point B thing that takes you an extra half hour longer than it should? You could totally smoke like three extra heaters on that run)…one cigarette break in three hours is not in my opinion necessary and two is completely out of the friggin’ question…geeze.
~OH MY GAWD!!! They totally are giving me the new supervisor position at the new place we are moving to in like 2 weeks or less and you two “been there for five whole months longer than me superdy duperdy lllaaazzzyyy ass pieces of crap” are going to have to start following my rules or get out and oh my gawd I could pee myself (except that would be gross and stuff and you know how I don’t like germs and stuff) and OH.MY.GAWD.THEY.ARE.MAKING.ME.THE.NEW.SUPERVISOR!!! and also I think they said something about paying me more money or something but everything went kinda foggy after the whole “You’re going to be the new supervisor” thing and all.
~Oh my gosh I have to check the hockey schedule in the morning…don’t forget to check the hockey schedule in the morning. (This one runs through my head way too much.)
So you see…my head is full of all kinds of stuff and I have had a ton of things on my mind mostly because I didn’t know if the big guys at work knew or not what was going on in our little office away from the big office. The whole thing about people with poor work ethics has always bothered me even before I had a real job and had to deal with it first hand. I am not very tolerable of people who think that someone always owes them something. That mentality makes me crazy and that is what these two coworkers of mine are like. Don’t even worry about the fact that they work as little as possible to get as much money as possible and then think that they deserve some sort of recognition for it. The one actually thinks that she is already my boss and I think she is certain she is going to be offered the supervisor position and won’t she be surprised when she finds out that that is sooo far from reality…I so can’t wait. I just found all of this out on Thursday and they haven’t exactly told these other two yahoos yet and I so hope they tell them when I am not there and it would be really rockstar if they would just get really angry and quit cuz that would be best I think…for all of us involved…especially me.
Well, anyhow…my hubby is waiting very patiently for me to go get ready to go out on our date and I am not exactly ready yet…so I guess I have to go now…
PS I don’t have time to proofread and really shouldn’t hit publish but I am going to anyway because I don’t want to get yelled at anymore for not posting and also…geeze I hope I made some sort of sense?
No Terri…we haven’t been using my new laptop for that…yet.
Pumpkins and hippies and robbers…OH MY! November 2, 2007
I know, I know, I haven’t posted…you try having three kids in hockey, one that is moving out, a dog with an ear infection, a job, Halloween on a weeknight complete with a teengage Halloween party
(My kid is on the far right of the second pic.) (FYI, this is only about a third of what was here, I couldn’t fit them all in)
that consisted of the entire 10th grade and then some…and then there is the part where there just wasn’t anything more exciting to write about than last weekends party that we
got drunk at attended cuz I am positive you do not want to hear about how I drive back and forth to the hockey rink fourteen gagillion times a week…well that is nothing interesting until yesterday…
I arrived at work at 8:25 am, walked all the way to the back door which had a sign on it that said…use front door…damn it! No, the sign didn’t say “damn it”…I did. I then had to walk all the way the heck back around the big hugenormous building to the front to get in, all the while cussing because we live in MINNESOTA PEOPLE! Do you know it’s freakin’ frigid ass cold in the morning in November here? HELLO! Why would you lock the main employee entrance and make poor little old freezin’ her booty off mwah walk all the way around? As I walked up the two, count them, two, really tall flights of stairs, I noticed a little bit of glass on them, kept walking anyhow, got to the top, turned the corner and saw this…
Turned the next corner and found this…
Isn’t it cute…
It’s the police report number, and a very broken door handle, complete with fingerprint dust and everything along with a pretty well jammed dead bolt, thank you very much, because apparently some idiots had a very different idea of what TRICK OR TREAT means. Candy bars, suckers, and popcorn balls are not what they wanted this year, greedy bastards.
Now fortunately, our dead bolt was locked, (we have really important documents in our office) and they didn’t actually get into our office (they did manage to get in to some other offices and made away with a few laptops and cameras)…as a matter of fact neither could I and I had the freakin’ key, but the bolt was bent downward from the crow bar or whatever it is that they used to try to get in and I couldn’t turn it.
I walked myself back down to the main office and told the dilemma to my boss Pat, who replied with…ooooh, let me go see if I can karate kick it open…I giggled.
We walked back down to my office and just as he said, he gave it a swift one, two, karate kick, LOL! I totally should have video’d this because it was hysterical and also…it didn’t work, so, he tried it again, I laughed some more…the wall moved this time, but not the door, not even an inch.
Making a long story short, they called a locksmith and I was in the office within the next hour, they replaced all of the locks and handles and all was good. It sure did make for an exciting day though…by the way…does anyone know how to get fingerprint dust off? It is still all over the door and somehow I managed to get it on my clothes…and when I asked the officer he said, “I just put the stuff on, I don’t know how to get it off.” Nice.