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|Monday, July 27, 2015, 1:35:41 PM-|
While most people are grumpily going off to work today, its my scheduled day off. The first time I got up was around 4 AM -ish.
And I was grumpy-ish. Why? Because I deal with pain on a daily basis. About 6 hours, at most, is all I can rest before having to get up because I feel like Ive been beaten with a baseball bat.
By illegal aliens.
Who want my job.
And my one bedroom apartment for their family of 16.
...Or something like that.
So I got up at 4 am or so and fiddled around for 30 minutes or so. Sat down at the computer and tried stretching out sore muscles, neck popping, hand and finger cracking.
... Yeah, pretty much sounded like a bowl of Rice Crispies mixed with Pop Rocks.
Then I sprayed myself down with liquid Icy Hot. (The next best thing to pain meds) And then I went back to bed.
I slept for 2 hours and was back up. This time I knew I was up for awhile. Did some more Rice Crispies/Pop Rocks stuff, made some coffee (Dark roast and strong or dont bother in the first place) and caught up on FB stuff.
Once I had perused all the selfies and re-run vid posts of cats and idiotic stuff people do, I decided to head on over to netflix and a little one on one time with my super awesome couch.
Seriously, I have this huge couch. Super comfy. My couch loves me.
Three episodes later, Im thinking breakfast. But first, I decide I need to catch up on NN stuff.
Perused the new pics, his out in status for a little while and watched all the people that I didnt know and....
Then wrote this blog.
Welcome to my little mundane off work for a day world.
Oh, some time after breakfast Ill do some chores. Lots of dishes and laundry to do. Washer and dryer and dish washer means Ill have plenty of time to watch more netflix, check out how everyones day on FB is and come here to see what new drama is transpiring here on NN.
Ah, I almost forgot. Probably next on my list is a nice hot shower. The hot water seems to make things better. A hot tub has SO already been agreed upon when Krick and I get a house.
So... Yeah, that shower isnt gonna take itself and neither will breakfast make its self. (sausage and eggs I believe)
So...Adios, muchachos. (the site thinks muchachos isnt the word I want. When I check it, it wants to replace it with "mustachios". I dont think so, spellcheck. Thats for another blog entirely.)
|Saturday, July 25, 2015, 10:15:56 PM- I cant remember|
I may have posted this vid before, I cant remember. I was listening to pandora and it came on. I was reminded how much the song affects me. The music is well choreographed. I mean, for fucks sake, they make an accordian sound cool. (Yup, pretty sure Ive posted this song before)
But the lyrics.... The lyrics some times pull at me.
|Saturday, July 25, 2015, 1:56:15 AM- Meanwhile, in other news.....|
|Thursday, July 23, 2015, 11:39:46 PM-|
Man, Ive always loved this song. Got agood beat. The guitar grabs ya with its dirtiness. The whole things just takes ya a long for the ride. Then I saw the lyrics. Whoa! Yeah, I get _that_. lol
*shrug* An oldy buta goody. ;)
|Sunday, July 19, 2015, 10:47:33 PM- My theme song|
Good show. I can identity with the lead character as well.
"You came here to kill me?"
Anything I can do to talk ya out of it?"
|Monday, July 13, 2015, 2:24:03 AM- Found on the interwebs|
Over the past 6 months, I have been playing a fun game with my credit card company. The game finally backfired on me today and led me through the most hilarious moment of my life. Most people would have been embarrassed, but me, I'm a little twisted, so I laughed all the way through it like an ass hole.
With any story, there is a setup process. Here is the setup to this story. About 6 months ago, I was making a purchase with my credit card and when I went to sign the electronic signature machine, it was broken. By broken, I mean that when I touched the pen to the machine, it went crazy and didn't look anything like my signature. It looked like a drunk 4 year old signed my name for me. It accepted the signature without any problems. So this really made me wonder what I could do to give my credit card company something to laugh about. I mean, they obviously don't review the signatures since they never called me or declined a purchase. For ****s sake, it could have been a stolen card.
I started out modest by signing with a line or an "X". Occasionally I would do last name first. After a couple of months, I became bolder. I wrote goofy ****, drew pictures, etc. Here's a list of some of my favorite signatures over the past few months:
I AM NOT KINGPIN
I STOLE THIS
MY BALLS ITCH
I'M A CRIMINAL
THANKS FOR THE STUFF
Today at Walmart I went the extra mile. When it came time to sign my name, a thought popped in my head. I should draw a picture. But what picture should I draw? I smirked as something completely juvenile came to me. This is a rough drawing of the signature that I provided:
<Insert crudely drawn picture of cock and balls here?
Yes, I know, it's not my best artwork, but I didn't have the time to be elaborate with the drawing. I had to look like I was providing a signature. Right after I hit "OK", there was a pause. The register then said "COMPARE SIGNATURE ON SLIP TO CARD." One thought popped in my head: "OH *!"
It then printed the receipt and there in black and white was my drawing of cock and balls. The lady at the register didn't immediately look at it. She asked for the card. I handed her the card and she flipped it over. Then she brought up the receipt and she smirked, but then took a stern tone and said "These signatures don't match."
At this point I was in tears from trying to hold back my laughter. I tried to explain to her why I had done it, but it didn't matter. I probably didn't make sense as I laughed hysterically through the explanation. She then paged the manager and I erupted in laughter. The guy behind me in line got a glimpse of my signature on the receipt and began laughing. The manager comes up and the woman from the register begins whispering to him. I then hear a few words "he drew a penis..." as she holds up the receipt. The manager blurts out a short laugh and then controls it. He turns to me and I'm out of breath from laughing and I'm still giggling like a schoolgirl.
Manager: Sir, your signature...heh...umm...doesn't match the signature on your card.
Me: I know and there is a good reason for that.
Manager: (quietly) You drew a penis on my credit card machine.
**The guy behind me bursts into laughter.**
Me: Yeah, I didn't think this would happen. I've been trying to see how far I could go with my signature before the credit card company did something about it.
Manager: I guess you learned your lesson.
Me: Yeah, the credit card doesn't accept penis.
**The guy behind me now can't stop laughing.**
Manager: OK, I'm going to decline the signature and have you sign it again.
Me: Fair enough.
Manager: This time, really sign it.
So I had to sign it again and they wouldn't let me keep my artwork. Those bastards. I had single handedly broken up the monotony of their daily routine and given them something that they will be talking about for years to come and they wouldn't let me keep it. They will tell their grandchildren about the guy that drew cock and balls as his credit card signature.
So I have a plan now. I'm going to get a new credit card and sign the back with my cock and balls drawing. Then I will consistently use that as the signature. That way, if I ever get caught in the same situation, the signatures will match. That will really **** with them.
|Saturday, July 11, 2015, 1:25:58 AM- I like it!|
|Friday, July 10, 2015, 1:10:55 PM-|
One of my all time fav songs is "Little Wing". I have two fav versions. The first is by SRV. This is the second. The amount of talent in both is astounding. I hope you enjoy. =)
|Friday, July 10, 2015, 2:43:47 AM- THIS....|
Is a cut above, folks. A lil slice of awesome.
|Tuesday, July 07, 2015, 11:55:30 PM- Voo's 80's argument|
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