I’ve earned 21 cents from my Google Ads. Go me. Just finished watching The Green Mile. Great movie if you haven’t seen it. Long, though. Yes, I cried. Using the gift certificate my mother bought me for Christmas to have my hair cut and colored tomorrow. If it looks decent maybe I’ll post pics. Depends on my mood. I’m tired, aggravated and PMSing. I’m also smoking like a freight train. Maybe I’ll sleep. Sleep is good.
Happy Birthday From Marlboro.
This is something every redneck would love to see. I go out to get the mail-I find a small box with the Marlboro logo all over it. I open the box-to find- a greeting for my birthday. Ok… in the box is this metal thing, shaped like a credit card, with an oval hole towards one corner. I’m thinking what the hell is this-then I read the insert:
Birthdays are the time to grab the world by the horns..
And get the party started.
(Slide this bottle opener into your wallet or back pocket and you’re ready to
celebrate wherever the party breaks out.)
Alrighty then. To begin with, this so-called bottle opener is heavy. And metal. I really don’t want to slide it in my back pocket. And forget about putting it in my wallet, I doubt I could snap it shut if I did. One would think I’d get coupons for cigs. No. Apparently Marlboro believes that if you smoke-you also drink and once in a while need a bottle opener when you’re on the go to pop off the lid of your Budweiser. I believe this is called drinking and driving which can get one into some serious trouble. Or, public intoxication if you aren’t driving. If anyone wants a piece of redneck history-I’m going to auction it off. Starting bid is $1. No pushing or shoving, I know everyone is excited about such a piece of art. The pic is below. Yes, it is resting on my Hello Kitty throw.
Being Employed By The State Government.
It doesn’t matter, a year later I’m still being screwed. I was to receive a final W2 form from my last real job for my final check received January of last year. I informed them of my address and telephone number change. My only responsibility. I haven’t received the W2. I can’t do my taxes without it. Today is January 31. All other state employees received the W2s last week. I call my old boss. Yes, pleasant. She gives me another number to call. They don’t handle it anymore since they are no longer a state agency. I’m told to call the State Auditor’s office. I’ve called 3 different people and have yet to actually speak to someone other than the person transferring the calls. I’m aggravated, to say the least. I have everything I need in order to file my tax return EXCEPT ONE FREAKING W2. I’m calm now.
:tense:
Me, Facing The World.
I used this image on one of my themes, but I don’t think it had quite the impact I wanted. This is me. Facing the world. Plus it reminds me of my rats. If anyone is actually looking for rat care information-click on my Rat Care Page on the side. I’m slowly working on it.
