I have spent waaaaaaaay too much of my weekend watching “The Andy Griffith Show” marathon on TVLand.
I have been taping it for work. There is a reason for this. I work with retarded people, and one of the ladies LOVES this show. So we are always popping in an Andy Griffith tape for her, the same old tired ones. (We only have two tapes for her.) About to drive us all batty at work. If I see the “Exploding Goat” episode one more time…I swear… So I am making several tapes from this marathon, to provide some relief from those two tired old tapes.
The thing is, I have filled all my tapes, and I’m still watching. I just can’t stop. You know, that show was on for 8 years. The last few years are on color. That Andy Griffith is kind of good-looking… You know, he’s six feet tall.
Uh? What? Did I just write that?
I just need to go over and turn off the TV. But I just can’t. I just can’t. THEY’VE GOT TO STOP THE MARATHON SOMETIME!!! Help.
It is kind of hard to describe. It is definitely a mixed breed. I found this picture on the Internet which looks the most like my cat, but still is not exact.
In my cat’s case, the dark coloring around the eyes is more tiger-striped (like an American Shorthair) than black, and the fur on the back is longer. She also has a couple of black spots on her paws, but her underside is almost completely white. I’m guessing she is a cross between an American Shorthair and something else I haven’t identified yet.
Congratulations! No matter what other bedroom skills he may have, I don’t think any man should consider himself truly great in bed until he hears that same statement from his own SO. When it is done well, it can be a form of art…
Mrs. O and I stopped at Gettysburg on the way back down from picking up the Tzeroling at her auntie’s and I found the regiment my distant ancestor served in during the Civil War. That led me back to a couple of letters home written by one of his sons, which gave me a couple clues as to his regiment. Looking on Google netted me a couple of leads and inside 48 hours I had more information on this distant uncle of mine than I ever thought existed; I’d gone from knowing absolutely nothing about him to knowing pretty much what happened to him from the day he mustered in at Hartford, CT to the day he died in a Confederate POW camp near Florence, SC by way of a little place called Antietam.
For an amateur genealogist, that’s a pretty big nugget.
My brother left for college two weeks ago and I miss him.
It was his birthday yesterday and he had to go to class (on Labor Day!) and I don’t think he had a very good birthday.
But I’m gonna send him a stupid Blue Mountain animated card! Doncha love those things?
I saw Hollow Man this weekend. I got to see full frontal of Kevin Bacon. Woohoo. (heavy sarcasm) My boyfriend leaves for Israel in five days. And he’s not coming back for 2 months.
i’m sorry ChiefScott, but those sad faces were absolutely necessary.
<Phew> Got it out!
I feel much better. I should have saved all that creative energy for the paper I have to write, but I’m sure I’ll get mad about something later. I would have posted this in the Pit, but it doesn’t really fit in there. I hope nobody thinks I’m “immature” for posting this, or I’ll wanna bash their heads in too.
Oooh. Sorry to hear that. Your bits and pieces must be extra sensitive. Personally, there’s nothing better than the old Gold Bond on the nuts. Actually, there is. And that would be the extra strength Gold Bond on the nuts. However, if you are too sensitive, might I recommend placement of the Bond on your grundle (or “choad”, as Homer would prefer). That would be that little seam just behind your testicles. Wonderful.
Last night at work, I was standing around, minding my own business, when one of my coworkers came up to me and said, “You’ve lost a whole bunch of weight, haven’t you?” Now this absolutely made my night, because one, the coworker who said it was a guy, two, he noticed without my having to prompt him, and three, he was able to notice my weight loss even though I was wearing hospital scrubs, which don’t look flattering on supermodels. I was on cloud nine for the rest of the night.
Thursday night a man came in to the clinic, drunk and freaking out over his dog being sick. As he was standing in the lobby, he kept yelling at the top of his voice about the dog, and every other word out of this guy’s mouth was “fuck.” A woman was sitting in the lobby with her husband and little girl, and she asked the man to stop using profanity in front of her child. Now, I don’t know about you, but I would not approach a drunken, hysterical stranger and tell him to stop cursing. The man turned to the lady, called her a stupid bitch, and to shut the fuck up. Then he took a few steps towards her. Her husband leapt up and the two men got into a major fistfight, right there in our lobby! There were lots of other clients around too. We called 911, but in the meantime, the man protecting his wife and child was getting beat up pretty bad. One of our employees used to be a cop, so HE jumped in and managed to subdue the drunken man until the police arrived. The drunkard got arrested. One of the clients that witnessed this whole thing was a rather butch, older lady (in her 50’s I’d guess) and she said that if Kev (the ex-cop) hadn’t jumped in when he did, that SHE was ready to get involved!
Now of course I wasn’t there that night, I only got to hear about it when I got to work Friday night. I miss all the fun stuff! But seriously, I am surprised things like that don’t happen more often. We get LOTS of drunk and/or stoned clients coming in, especially on the weekends, and quite a few of them get pretty loud and obnoxious. I am very glad we have more men on staff now, because some nights the only employees in the hospital are women.
Anyway, that was the excitement of the month at Michi’s job.
Doncha love those things?