I can’t believe I’m working 5pm-10pm. I haven’t worked these hours in years. My hair is still wet and in a towel. I have yet to apply makeup. My teeth are brushed. Fingernails and toenails polished. No clue as to what I am wearing. I know a skirt. Or, naked. I could start off on the wrong foot. The dress code says no open-toed shoes. All I have are opened-toed shoes so I’m already being rebellious. I’ll be damned if I’m wearing funky shoes with a skirt. No one sees us and if they do, why they would be looking at my feet are beyond me. All I will be doing is sitting at a semi-cubicle talking to idiots on the phone. Status of Super Mouse-no idea. Still a few bites of Decon remain. I shall see when I get home tonight. Wish me luck. I’m not thrilled.
I Have Declared War.
On the super hero mouse. The bitch will die! Only a few bits of the Decon remains. Mouse turds on the counter. I am getting tired of bleaching everything to rid any disease which may linger-yes I am paranoid about these things. Tomorrow I shall learn how to set a trap. Now, mind you, if I catch something bigger than I am expecting, that’s it. I’m moving. After cleaning the counters tonight, I left a small dish in the sink with some bleach water in it. Maybe this will do the trick? I don’t want to be cruel, really. But this is becoming a pain in the ass.
In other news, there is no other news. I lead such a freakin’ exciting life it tires me to discuss it. Oh, click on the Top 100 Bloggers link and vote for me. I’ve never been in the top 10 of anything, and so far I’m running in the top 5. Vote! I’ll give you a cookie if you do.
Thunder Only Happens When It’s Rainin’
Steve Nicks. Gotta love her. Even if she is into Wicca and all that. At any rate, it is raining here today. Down-pours, then the sun will come out and heat things back into the upper 80’s, then it will rain.. yadda yadda yadda. I had a craving for Captain D’s. I have no idea why. I now regret it because it was the nastiest, greasiest crap I have had for a long time. The boys enjoyed the french fries I dipped in ketchup, however. I’m tired. I managed to finish more laundry last night, and go through another box to put in a yard sale. No redneck sightings today. Apparently they melt (and or smell) in the rain. I have a few pics I found which I may post. If rednecks didn’t exist, I’d have nothing to talk about. Which reminds me. For those of you who do not know your history, although you should, and since I am a avid geeky watcher of PBS, here is a little trivia for you. The term redneck does not have the connotation we believe it to have. I have read several articles claiming the term redneck originated due to farmers working outside in the sun, hence the sun burning their necks. The term may well have been used to describe this. But, it wasn’t until the Mine Wars in the 1920’s in West Virginia that the word became well known. While organizing a march against coal operators, from Marmet (just south of Charleston) to Mingo County, miners wore red bandannas to show solidarity. A reporter from a New York newspaper described the men as “red-necks” because of the bandannas. Therefore the word has been used since this time period to describe poor, white men (and women). As with other words to describe other races, religions etc., the real meaning was lost due to ignorance and the will to belittle a person or persons. I believe most of us, despite color, geographic location, or, whatever, have a little ‘redneck’ in us. This is why I can laugh. Because I see myself and people I know in situations where I just want to say “good god I’ve done this, or, good heavens so and so has done this.” If you can’t make fun of yourself then you have no right to make fun of others. This is in response to site feedback I received. So you see, I’m not ‘downing’ someone because of where they live, financial situation.. blah blah blah, I’m making fun of us all.
It’s Those Little Green Men In Pink Tights.
Read on. I’m telling you. Those damned green men will take over the world one day.
