just things that fall out of my brain into the keyboard (apparently missing my cleavage)
On my multiply blog, I recently owned up to watching Rock of Love 2. I can now carry on about how thrilled I am that Ambre won! Last night was the season finale (theoretically the show finale, because of course all this is 100% REAL
so now Bret and Ambre will be in love forever!) and it was down to Ambre, who comes across as a very together, very classy woman; versus Daisy, the stupid stripper girl. No, I'm not saying she's stupid because she's a stripper, but if she's actually smart in her every day life, she deserves an Oscar for acting like a dumb skank for the entire show.
Next week is the Reunion show, from the previews it looks like it should be a good time, with some great knock-down, drag-out cat fights between a couple of the girls (one of which is the previously-mentioned Daisy).
On the Rock of Love web page, as soon as the show was over, a ton of people were posting comments, ranging from congratulations to Ambre, to saying they're going to burn all their Poison albums because Bret picked some old wrinkled lady. This from some 20-year-old, talking about a woman who's 37. I mean, good gods, she's got one foot in the grave, right?
Yesterday, my sales rep was telling us a story about an April Fool's day prank that someone had played on her several years ago. After she went back in her office, I went to my boss and said, "We need to do something."
This morning, I left the sales rep a voice mail that my mom was really sick, I was taking her to Urgent Care, would be late and didn't know WHEN I would be in. Then our estimator called her to say that his son (who has been in a lot of trouble) was in trouble again, and he had to stay home and deal with it. THEN the boss called her and said he had decided to go skiing today. THEN our bookkeeper called to say that she had to go deal with some problem with HER kid. This is now EVERYONE in our front office!
We all met up down the street, waited until after 8 to drive up the side of the building and sneak in the back door. We all came up front very quietly, the boss went over to open and shut the front door very loudly. When the sales rep poked her head out of the office, we all gave her a big "April Fool's!"
Fortunately she took it really well.
I did this long blog last week about my new kitty here on lovely, supportive 360. Then when I hit Post, it vanished and I was too stupid and/or optimistic to copy it first, so I gave up and didn't feel like re-creating it.
Still really don't, but here is a picture of my new cat, Mojo. I got him at the Humane Society, he is one and a half, a flame-point Siamese, very cute, very loud! He doesn't love having his picture taken, though!
Also, check out this blog, it's WAY too funny, and sadly true!
I did this long blog last week about my new kitty here on wonderful 360. Then when I hit Post, it vanaished and I was too stupid and/or optimistic to copy it first, so I gave up and didn't feel like re-creating it.
Still really don't, but here is a picture of my new cat, Mojo. I got him at the Humane Society, he is one and a half, a flame-point Siamese, very cute, very loud! He doesn't love having his picture taken, though!
Also, check out this blog, it's WAY too funny, and sadly true!
Thursday night I got home, met at the door by the cat. I noticed that he hadn't eaten much that day, but everything else, business as usual. He sat on my lap for awhile, watched the fish in the tank, played with a cat toy.
Suddenly, he started gagging like he was going to be sick, but nothing came up. Then I realized that he wasn't breathing right. Tried to rub his chest and tummy to see if there was a hairball or something that needed to come out, tried water, tried hairball stuff. Nothing worked, so I bundled him up into the car raced to the emergency vet. But he didn't even make until I got there. I didn't have them check him over, what's the point?
My house is very quiet without a cat.
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