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Wuz up, Y'all!!!!

Much thanks to the Google Help Group gurus of Editing and Posting help. To fix my problem last night and today, I took their advice and downloaded Mozilla FireFox. So now, I'm live and running in full friggin' affect!!!!!!! Everything has been fixed and updated. I must say. The 5 minutes I've been using FireFox, I've been loving it!!!!

It's so cool!!! I'm running two browsers at the same time!!!!! This is the shizzle!!!!!

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So what do I have for ya today? Hmmmm.

I got pics so that's good.

Today, I spent it with my wonderful husband. Being the right hand is grueling. We walked through some house that are for sale, some houses that were being rehabbed, and home depot which always starts my yawn-o-meter. I know we were there to pick out tile for our bathroom that goes under construction on Monday, but can't they make HD more un-DIY chic friendly?
I got it!!! Hot men wearing nothing but yellow hard hats, tool belts, and steel toe boots assisting you. Is this too much to ask? Or what about a free appletini every 1/2 hour you spend there. What about a women's spa? Your accompanying male checks you in. When he arrives and when he's done, he picks you up, but not only are you ready to go, you have been massaged, beautified, and relaxed by the hot men in suggestion #1. No? TMI? Hey, I'm trying. Trust me, if that were even an option, I'd make hubby go a heckuva lot more!

So we didn't see any tile we like so the search for the illusive perfect bathroom tile continues. ( I think Steve Irwin would have said that better.)

Confirming the fact I don't want to have kids, I spent 2 1/2 hours with your average underachieving, overweight, slap faced, kid. I mean, his a cute dumpling (with your choice of fattening sauce) but, he was quite annoying. I mean, it mentally and physically hurts me to be around kids. Especially this one. He believes he works for CSI: Springfield, MA. He walked around collecting "samples" of whatever and I think one of the samples was a dead chipmunk. I lured him into his uncle's truck by telling him "the Ninjas were out to get him, but I would get him into the truck and stand watch outside." Cruel, yeah, but effective. Gosh, if I smoked, I really would have needed a light. What's up with thinking just because I got a pair of ovaries, I'm kid friendly? I really wanted to tell him his daddy beat him because he didn't want him and he hoped by beating him the kid would go away, but Karma kicked me so I banished the thought (for the time being). It really was kinda sad. The only male figure the kid has in his life was his uncle. At least he has that. Some kids only have Uncle Michelle. That's right Timmy. One day Uncle Michelle will drink the magic juice and become your Uncle Michael. Until then, pretend she doesn't have boobies like Mommy.

My littlest kitty pounced on my husband tonight. In one swoop, she landed in his open eye. That's right, you get a pic of little Tortie T. Homunculus. She's a doll. She is a Tortoiseshell cat. We really think she is one of the illegitimate kittens of our once player/rolling stone orange tabby, Maxx. Yep you get a pic of him too. I swore right before it happened, Right before I heard Hubby scream, I swear, in teenee tiny kitty voice, I heard: "SWEET REVENGE!!!!!!"

I guess a rant I have for the day is flippers. I think people really aren't thinking this through before committing to the idea. First of all, stop watching the TV shows. Those people are kinda given a hand be the shows and the networks. You're not gonna get it. Homes in good condition are expensive, but ones that need work, whoa, make sure your pockets run deep and your schedule has some gaps. Rome was not built in a day and neither is this flipping project. Most importantly, reap what you sow. If you put in only a little time, money, and effort, guess what you're gonna get at the end of the business transaction ( if there is one). So my point, take your time, do a good job, karma and your inner self will appreciate it. But most importantly, your pocket will appreciate it.

Today for the most part is pretty rant free. It's been somewhat a good day, but I do have some stupid questions that really grind my gears:

"Excuse me, do you work here?"
No you gidget! I'm only wearing a name take with the stores name on it, carrying a weird hand held device used for scanning books, carrying a load of the same books, and stack them on a shelf that says "Bestsellers"!!!!! WTF!!!!!

"I don't understand why you don't take competitors coupons? The local grocery store does it all the time."

"I bought this edition of national geographic 15 years ago! Why don't you have a copy in your storeroom? Shouldn't you have them on hand for customers!!!!"

" I don't understand? Why can't I open the Christmas cards up and mix the ones I want into one box?"

"Can you tell me when Will Smith will be here to sign the book, " Pursuit of Happiness?"

"What's the name of the red book on TV last night?"

"Is the coffee at the cafe harvested by exploited African tribe people?"

"Why don't you have any magazines in Chinese? What are Chinese immigrants suppose to read? This makes them feel they are not respected and wanted in our country"

"Can you tell me how much this book costs so I can haggle the price at the other bookstore in the mall?"

See, I have enough stupidity trapped in my head to go on and on. It never ends.

Something I wanted to touch on, but never had the audience for it. I respect the fact that some people enjoy video games. Great. I can understand that some people just have to be in the "it" crowd and would camp out for days for an item that does not provide them food, shelter, or any other necessity. Sure, that's called an interest bordering on the verge of obsession, but still, it's cool. The fact the people are willing to go to jail and ever injure others for a video game console is beyond me.

Don't get me wrong. I love to shop. I am a power shopper and would put many into tears. I admit I also like to splurge on worthless items that will be thrown in the closet never to be heard from again. The fact that when the Nintendo Wii and the PlayStation 3 came out , there were reports of fights, assaults, and general cuntiness, well, that's just sad. Why? It is amazing what people will do, isn't it. I mean, let's not ask this people to build a house for humanity while they are waiting. How about knit sweaters for the homeless or children in orphanages? I got it. Stand in line for a worthy cause like voting or protesting for universal health care. No. Let's stand in line for a piece of equipment that will be outdated in 6 to 12 months. The problem is the short attention spans of most people will wander off to the newest flashing light faster than you can say, "SEGA!" Let's see. Somewhere there is an angry blog reader thinking of all things he/she could say about the precious game systems and why they are worth the unruliness. Let me stop you. I don't care. Gives two in a bucket. Most people get impatient sitting at a red light, but you got a good portion of America waiting out for as long as a week in some places to pay 4oo bucks a pop. That's just the tax and the price of the system. I guess I shouldn't be too upset. This fuels our devastated economy. I'm all about that. It takes the plight of Mexican immigrants off the news (Thank Goodness. Notice no one is complaining about any of the other immigrants. Gee. I wonder why?). Also it distracts us from the Pres.'s declining approval rate and the conflicts we have evolved ourselves in. Hey, Fairweather country, yeah, we are in other places than Iraq. Remember Afghanistan and the Balkans? Guess what? Troops are still there. The game console saga is as good as a cover up as Pluto being stripped of it's title of being a planet!

Let me stop now before it gets ugly. If you are offended, sorry. My apologizes. Wait. This is my blog! You don't like it, tough! Start your own blog and invite me to it! In the meantime, read a book and go outside and play an actual activity that requires actual skills!

I guess I should stop for the night. Hubby is eating Ice cream sandwiches. The sign that he needs attention. No, that's not what that means. I think it means he needs more ice cream sandwiches. No. I think it's time for bed. Maybe. I get so confused with guy lingo. That's why I'm reading Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. It's informative. I'm learning things. I get smart.

Oh, something I guess I should explain about Munky ( our tortoiseshell cat). Miss Tortie T. Homunculus was named so because when my husband decided to name her he named her for a show that he really likes. The Animae show, Full Metal Alchemist, is about two brothers who possess the knowledge/power of Alchemy. On the show, a creature called a "Homunculus is created when an alchemist uses his power to bring a person back to life or any other major sin (I think). The Homunculus usually takes pieces of the alchemist and the person brought back to life. Homunculus have no souls. They are just parts. Evil parts. Well, Mucky ( I call her Mucky, Hubby calls her Munky) is just as sweet as can be. She does, however, have a black and orange patterned coat. and her rear left leg is all orange. Tortie The (T) Homunculus.

So it's time for me to say good bye. To all my bloggin' friends,

Good nite. So long. 'Till we rant again.

Don't ever miss an opportunity to vent. It could lead to premature ejaculation!!!!!!

Yokai