…but I do need a vacation with my rv decals amazon before indenturing myself into 9-5 servitude. Wherever shall I go?
I was planning a beautiful trip going camping with my new set of waterproof tents.
Following up on the previous four lessons, Donnie takes us through yet another lesson in You Suck at Photoshop #5.
Yeah, and I think we’ve been there at least once…
As I said before, I don’t teach because the weight of my sarcasm may crush some heads.
Fortunately, Donnie has continued to teach his “You Suck at Photoshop” course. Here are all four in all their glory.
Not only did I laugh my ass off, I actually learned a couple of cool tricks.
Although, I definitely know how to get rid of a cat better… Umm… Yeah, take that however you want, although, I hear that since I’m a blogger, I’m required to own at least one cat. I think not.
Be sure and check out MyDamnChannel for some other bizarre videos.
I make my rounds down at Blogger’s Landing on a daily basis.
Here you’ll find all kinds of people. You find folks who rant and rave, folks who have public service announcements, folks reflecting on life… you name it you’ll find it.
I recently saw something that has been bugging the piss out of me. I’m not going to make a daily stop at a particular page anymore because it is a major buzz kill to my joy and happiness factor. And God knows, I don’t need anybody kicking me out of joy and happiness. I won’t name any names, that wouldn’t be right.
This is just a public service announcement so that folks will realize that a blog that is used as a platform for a non-stop personal vendetta is extremely boring.
I’m not the victim of the below bunch of bullshit. I’m not even sure I know who the victim of this blogger is, but I know for a long, long time this has been going on and frankly I’m bored as a monkey with no fucking trees to swing from with it all. I don’t think I’ll be passing by her blog for tea and crumpets again because her style of writing makes me sad.
It’s a mean nasty person who is constantly stirring up crap with an people by constantly picking old wounds to keep them open.
I totally understand the occassional happening with an ex and it being something interesting or even just something a sister needs to vent about. Or a past ghost comes up and bites a brother in the ass…. makes for interesting reading and is perfectly acceptable.
But, when someone makes it part of their daily routine to check up on and often write crap about someone, it’s sad. These kind of people need to get a life. A real life, not fantasy world.
Whether whatever happened was right or wrong on either side, enough is enough. The slamming of another person and constant degradation is boring to say the least. I don’t think the person I’m referring to bothers to check my shit out, but if they do, I hope they are not infatuated enough with themselves not to realize this is a wake up call. Knock it off.
Get a fucking life, or not. I don’t care either way. I’m a big girl and I can just stay away from your blogs.
I’ve known some amazingly nutty women, but this news story made me realize I’m not alone.
Police say that on June 14, the woman put Visine in the 32-year-old male friend’s drink without his consent, causing him to suffer vomiting, rectal bleeding and difficulty breathing…
On July 6, police said, the woman, using a metal cane, encouraged a large pit bull to attack the man’s Chihuahua, killing it.
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Police … charged her with second-degree assault and third-degree criminal mischief.
I can’t help but wonder what the relationship was between this woman and the object of her fury, as I’ve had the same sort of thing happen by a couple of women I was never even with.
Sometimes, however, I’ve had some pretty frightening post-relationship encounters with ex-girlfriends, too. Those sorts of blow-ups usually result in my racking my brain trying to figure out what I did to deserve it.
Fortunately, this video clarified the issue, and now I know exactly where I went wrong:
I have decided on what one of the most annoying occurances in a woman’s life can possibly be.
I was at work and everything was coming up roses. I had an super great hair day. I even woke up early enough to slap on some war-paint. I had a box to pack up for a customer who is in a shit panic to get something done RIGHT NOW, after he had been advised a week ago that he needed to take action.
Whatever. Lack of planning on his dumb ass part, does not constitute a shit panic for me. None the less, I went ahead, as a good colleague would, and got his stuff put together for him and was putting the large part (a 50 pound instrument) into the box when I felt it…. SNAP! The underwire in my most favoritest bra gave out.
That kids, is annoying. My boob popped out of said bra into my shirt, making my the girls look all awkward and crooked. Needless to say, the bra came off and I wore my sweatshirt for the rest of the day.
I cried on the sales fella’s shoulder about how I had to have the camo Morgan Monroe guitar case, of which they only had one and was already half paid for by some psycho woman.
Being the spoiled brat I am, I tried to talk him into giving me that one and ordering her another one, but to no avail. Kids, I haggled this dude for 20 minutes before his son said, “Dad, I think there might be one upstairs in the storage room.”
The waters parted and the heavens opened when I saw the boy coming back down the stairs a mere 30 minutes later carrying the last one they would ever have.
I am such a good wife that I pay attention to all the stuff Big T says. And I specifically remember him making a mental note that he was going to go back and get that case one day. Check. I made a mental note too. I was sure it would get me a free pass for a wicked roll in the hay. Woo!
Anyhoo, I get home and try to get in the house before Big T can come help me in with the stuff. But, I didn’t make it. He was out the door before I could fart and run from it.
He asked obviously annoyed that I would have enough nerve to put something back there when he had specifically told me not to. “What’s that in the back of the seats? I thought I told you not to put anything back there, baby.”
“I know you did. It’s for Natalie (my kid) and it’s lightweight. I was afraid it would blow out of the bed if I put it back there.” I protested.
He rolled his eyes and said “Unlock the door, let’s get it out and take it in the house.”
What could I do. I handed him the key. Mind you, he’s had a hard-on for this particular item for a little over a year.
He pulls the box out and looks in it. I swear, I thought he was gonna cry. The look of horror on his face that he had found one of his Christmas presents.
Oh well, his bad. He ain’t gettin it until Christmas day. I’ll wrap that bitch up and put in under the tree anyway. He better act surprised and he better still give me some major league nookie.
So much for being a ninja.
As promised to Ms. P, I went ahead forewent my diet in order to keep Taco Bell in business. I have had a burrito and large Diet Dew two days in a row. There is no need for anybody so sweet to die of hunger because of my vanity. What the hell was I thinkin anyway? Maybe that is why I broke bitch in like 1.3 seconds… maybe it wasn’t PMS… maybe it was lack of bean burritos with extra red sauce.
Thank you, Puddin, you saved me from myself.
I respect the school zone and all of its components. However, some asshat in an SUV, who apparently woke up a little late, doesn’t.
I drive my kids to school every single day, as she is too much of a princess to ride the damn bus. Which is fine. I too was a princess. I take into consideration that I might just run into traffic in the school zones, and allow this into my alotted time for the AM commute. Generally I take it for what it is and am a mellow driver. I don’t suffer from road rage very often… until today. Today was the day I finally snapped.
Anyway, the forementioned asshat decided that he was in a hurry and as a result his SUV was raping my poor little car he was riding so close… like right up the tailpipe raping. Not like I could go anywhere any faster with the half mile of folks trying to do the same thing I was.
I didn’t think about my daughter (16) sitting next to me when I finally got pissed off. I rolled down the window and yelled back at him “If you’re gonna ride my ass, at least pull my hair, asshole!”
Ooops. Of course, my kid busted out laughing and looking back at him. He must’ve been humiliated cuz his boy was laughing his ass off as his dad yelled at him. Good. Back off and don’t ride other people’s bumper. It’s just consideration.
