The Morning After!!!!!

I wake up to find the house and yard speckled with beer bottles, paper plates, 1/2 consumed drinks, and a confession that if I look around the corner of the house I will fine vomit (I have not looked). And with all that in mind, I can say that the picnic was a success!!! There was not any damage to the house or stuff that is inside, nobody tossed the dog in the hot tub, the police did not show up, and we saw the brake of dawn before we called it a night!!!

There was good food, and a lot of it! There was liqueur, and a lot of it! With the pluse of having someone around that knows how to mix it together (everone loves the partyes where there is a Bartenter around). There was music, not off the radio, but karaoke, play station style. And there was laughter as it was decided that I should change my last name to Pork, upon getting married. This would allow me to name my children things like Chop, and Honey Glazed.

And as you can see, A Good Time Was Had By All!!!!

And Counting

One more hooding, and a gradation. After that I will be yelling TGIF. If you steep outside and lission you may be able to hear me!!!


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And it all Begins or Ends Depending on your view...

Someting out of Nothing

I have wrighters block!!! I have been looking at my computer trying to put words on the screen and noting, not a sentence, not a word, not a syllable! It is horrible!!! I'm going to have a traumatic experience!!! I may need therapy!!! How do you all do it??? It is like there is a force field is between me and my computer screen. "Jean-Luc Picard what have you done to me?" The normal event is that I give the computer a sentence or two, and it just grows from there. It is like the idea takes route on the screen. Then all the sudden 'IT'S ALIVE'. The computer is like cow shit, and the words are a plant. I may start it but it grows on its own. And now noting, zilch, zip, nada! My ground has been tainted! It is the day after!!! Noting can grow and what is still alive is going to be horribly mutated. There is no love between me and my computer; I have lost that loving felling.

But I will Survive!!! And I will come back!! And I will gain the Respect of my fellow bloggers!!!!

What are peopl thinking???

Free:
Costing nothing; gratuitous: a free meal.
Source: Dictionary.com

Ok when I see or hear the word free my ears perk up, and my eyes get big! My first reaction is ‘Oh, did you say Free??? Where can I get it? Is there a phone number I have to call? How many can I get? Is there a limit?’ The last thing that comes to mind is ‘What is it?’. So hear is the deal I offered something for Free, and I was told NO. It was not a bad something, it was a good something! How do you say No to that. Ok OK OK!!! I will tell you want I was offering. It was my own sweet! My own time! It was Me!!! (I told you it was good!!!) Hear's the deal, I’m starting to get ready to apply to Graduate School, and I need volunteer hours with an Art Therapist. So I find a Hospital in my area that has a program and they advertise that they have voluntaries that work with the program. I call, AND THEY TELL ME ‘NO’!!! Why would you do that, I’m willing to work for you for FREE!!! You do not have to pay me. Give me 40 hours in the span of 3 mounts and I'm good. I’m better then good, I’m grate!!! I am willing to do all of your crap work, be your gofer, and even MAKE YOU COFFEY!!!! But No they reject me. Well now that I feel lonely and unneeded (you can put down you violins), I’m going keep making phone calls and find someone who has the common sense to say yes we will abuse you, give you the worst jobs that there are, and have you bring us Coffey!!!!!

Stop and Go!!!!

Traffic!!!

How did we get so much of it?? Where did it all come from??? We can think up small robots to vacuum/wash the floors of our house. We don't need a VCR to tape our favorite shows, we now have cable boxes that can do it for us, and they are so easy to use!!! My 90 year old Grandmother can do it! She was not able to use a VCR!!! ATMs let us get to our money 24 hours a day, and Direct Deposit lets us put money into the account with out going to the bank. The tellers at my bank have no idea who I am or what I look like. I could be green and have antennas out of my head!!! They would have no idea that I was related to ET. We have all these things to make our lives easer, and to save us time... But then tell me, why I'm I spending all my extra time in my car on the highway, not going any where??? Is it just me or are things not as productive as we make it out to be?

I can spend an easy 2-3 hours of my day sitting in the car wishing that the person in front of me could just GO!!!! But they can't because the person in front of them can’t Go... And the person in from of them guess what they cant do?? Yes that is right, THEY CAN’T GO!!! This carries on for miles!!!! Just so you can see a glimpse of my commute. If I start on the road at 6:30am (yes I said AM!) there will be traffic on the highway. It is not so bad that I will start yelling at other people in there cars but it is dame inconvenient. If I happen to work late lets say 6:00pm I Still Hit Traffic!!! That is like 12 hours of traffic, and at this time it’s BAD... and I do yell at the cars around me... So tell me why the DOT in my area can’t do something about it. I say they should hire some people that belong to Mensa and give them the task of making my commute easer... Just call them up and say 'Hay Mensa would you like to try to salve a problem that no one in the USA can seam to fix?’ I bet they would say. ‘Ya shore we are smart we will give it a try’. But no, this is not the case.

The reality of it is that I will to grow old in my car, and the best moments of my life are baking on the asphalt that I call my commute.

(Disclaimer: There was no Road Rage created in the making of this post!)

And it all Begins... Or ends depend on your view.

It is the getting to the end of May, and in my job we call this "The holy Session"!!! I'm not positive why? I work on a College Campus and Graduation is upon us. It is event after hellish event! We have 9 hooding, students moving out, Dinners with the President, Senior pranks, Board of Trusty meetings, and as I said it all comes to an end with Gradation... I have asked my Boss if I can start keeping airplane shots in my desk. She told me NO!!! Man was I upset, and I know that during the next weak or so she will be wishing that there was something to take the edge off in the office. So we are stocking up, our desk are staring to fill up with snack food, Execedrin Migraine, energy drinks, and all the caffeine we can find. And in two weeks we will all collapse in the office all bugged eyed, punchey, hyped up on the caffeine and slightly delirious, we will take a deep breath and realizes that we just sent a horde of gradates out in to the 'Real World' with a false sense of security, and no clue what they are up against... And to the 'Real World' I have one thing to say 'I'm Sorry!!!'

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