What with the random profanity?
M'eh.
That's right, shackin' up. I blame this all on nicholay and trustmeguy and their terrible influence.
Actually, I don't. I blame it on my freaking out when my coworker called me over re: a rental ad she was taking. Next thing I knew, I was hearing 2BR, hardwood floors, pets okay, and washer/dryer for fab rent in Hudson only 2 blocks from the Phipps, 2 blocks from the library, 2 blocks from the river (is that the St. Croix or ?? separating MN & WI? I should know this...) and crawling distance of places open later than 10 p.m. Friggin' RF, how can I pick up cat food so that Emmy stops mrewling at 10:30 p.m. when even the durn Walgreen's closes at 10 p.m.? Ugh. She won't touch her organic stuff, just wants good ol' fashioned pet chow or a neverending supply of canned food.
Oh, but I was talking about shacking up. Me n' da J-boy will be moving in slowly but surely starting May 1st - I'm stuck in my lease 'til July 1, so I'm not worried about getting my stuff there...and he's rentless just now, so it's whenever his stuff gets in there. There will be an anti-cat fortress of solitude in the 2nd bedroom, but otherwise, they'll have free reign of the place (J's decision - I thought they'd be confined to a bedroom, but nooooope. Rock.) Get togethers will be planned. Books and a variety of other items will be given away. A hamster will be acquired. We'll trek across the river more often and make certain others trek their own butts across the river more often. My hammock swing will be hung. Cats will wear collars. Good times will be had by all, or my name isn't Grumble Cakes.

Just be sure to skip through the first minute or two. Mmm, Skee-Lo has some smooth sounds.
The subject is noun, that's a person, place or thing, it's who or what the sentence is about.
And then the predicate's a verb, that's an action word...
Hey! I used HTML for something non-work related! Rock.

So, I got Wite Out in my hair.  Not sure how.
What I do know is that it looks pretty sweet, so tomorrow night I'm going to put a few Wite Out streaks in my hair, towards the front where my hair always falls out of a ponytail. 
We'll see how it looks...I've been waiting for my hair to start going grey.  I take after my Pa, and him and all 7 of his siblings started turning in their 20's - but my Ma still has all her red.  If I've got Pa's hair and coloring, but Ma's lack of grey, that'll be annoying, 'cause I think I'd look pretty fierce with white/grey hair.  I've even refrained from dying my hair for about a year now, partially because I like my hair color and partially 'cause I want to see if it starts turning.
Update on the outcome next week.

Something I shouldn't let bother me that does bother me:

-Hi, I'd like a hamburger Happy Meal with fries and a coke.
-Would you like the boy's toy or the girl's toy?

Usually, there's a clear line of demarcation there - frankly, most boys would prefer a Transformer and most girls would prefer a Barbie.  Even then, how hard is it to ask if you'd prefer a Transformer or a Barbie?
But this time, it was El Tigre toys (some cartoon) and FurReal friends, little stuffie animals with accessories (several have bottles, like my bear - this new one is a cracked out rabbit with a carrot (seriously, huge bags under its insanely huge eyes.  It's not a cute rabbit.  It's pretty scary, actually.))  The line is a bit fuzzier. 

I'm not a feminist.  I'm also not a...maninist.  I'm a whothehellgivesadamninist. 
Yeah, if I end up as a stay at home wife, you betcher butt I'd be cleaning and making the meals and doing all the errands, etc.  If the other half is working and making all the money, damn straight I'm going to do my job and keep everything spiffy.  Likewise, if my other half ends up at home, yes, I'd be annoyed if I came back to a messy home.  Quid pro quo, bitches. 
That's why I really do get frustrated sometimes when I hear some stay-at-home women going on and on about how under appreciated they are.  I'd yell and ask them if they show their man some appreciation for working to support them, except that I'd likely yell at the one lady that has 4 kids between the ages of 0-3.  That's different.  If there's more than one or two kids, things start getting a little hazy, so no yelling.  A stay-at-home dad, likewise, shouldn't be bitching about doing the dishes, changing some diapers, etc.

So, yeah, basically, bitching about men doesn't make you a vital woman with a strong sense of self.  It makes you a petty bitch.

I should note that I'm speaking in general terms.  Situations differ.
I should also note that yes, I realise I totally changed topics from the beginning to the end and that my final statement isn't really supported by what I said above it, it was just a random comment.
And third, please Lord, keep me from ever having 4 kids between the ages of 0-3.  'Cause damn.
Lets all raise our hands in prayer to keep us all from having that happen.  "Dear Lord, please take from us our pain, suffering, and fertility.  We ask that you imbue our ovaries and testes with asbestos and strike down the little children as they come our way, that we might not be forced to strike them down ourselves.  In your name we pray - Amen."

I's been too busy to even check this lately.
Oh wait, I'm still busy.
Click, click, click, click WAIT click click click click WAIT.
At least I'm getting paid better now for click, click, click, click WAIT.

I wanna go snow tubing.  Snow tubing party, it's in the works.  More info to come.

...And they're expressing it after the murder in Red Wing, Minn.

"This town is going to hell in a hand basket and we can all thank the libels that let these people run wild...Now how many people in RW think police should not racially profile? This is a must in this town. Sorry to all that may get profile and are innocent but if that’s the case then why would you care if you were pulled over. Seems to me people who get made at this must have something to hide."

"Yes pretty RW....it is your liberal polices, and your "diverse" attitude, that brings in all the scum that suck off our welfare system. Oh sorry, am I racial profiling?"

And there was another comment that I didn't see that told people that whenever they saw a black person (the comment might have also said Latinos) that they should call the cops and report suspicious behavior.

These are comments pulled off the Red Wing Republican Eagle website (www.republican-eagle.com).  There's about 20 comments on the current story, and at least 40+ comments disappeared this morning.

If I wasn't affiliated with the publication, I'd post the lyrics to the Avenue Q song.

Most annoying thing?  The posts insulting the victim of the shooting.  Hmmm, yeah, okay, so the gentleman in questions was evidently shot while buying drugs, and he was 27 or 29 dating a 17 year old, etc.  And yep, you can privately throw around all the comments you want.  Gotta say though, it's awful rude to insult the victim in that type of forum.  You can sure post it, but I'm sure gonna think you're an ass.

Oh, one last thing.  I'm really liking the typo the guy made in the first sentence of that first comment there.  

Oh, one more last thing.  The town is so worked up that you can't even get on the site anymore, it's so packed (hence my lack of fact-checking re: the victims age.)  Huhs.

One last last thing.  There's a "mood" for exanimate.  Unsure as to the meaning, but the face seems about right.

 

It's been pointed out to me that, despite the fact that I'm fully aware of the difference between antisocial and asocial, I still used antisocial to mean asocial in my previous post. 
On the plus side, the word decimate was used incorrectly in my latest fluff reading and I shook my fist at it.  Only once, but a firm shake nonetheless.
'Ks, doin' work nows.

...oh cwap, I fell into a quandary again.  Ooooh, but it is snowing!
I need to make some decisions that will alter my standing at work. No matter what I do, my responsibilities are going to change in ways that I'd rather they not, but I think that may be because of that whole opposition to change thing so prevalent in us neurotics.
Decision 1: A lady at work is retiring.  I have two options: I can either start assisting our rental specialist by working more on the outbound sales side and finding her new business or someone new will be hired for the retiree's spot - or I can start moving more into rotation for the busy season (no outbound calls, but having to handle incoming calls all summer) and someone will be hired to find new business for rentals.
Either way, it's been promised that it'll be arranged so that my commissions are still coming in at a decent rate.
Decision 2: Do I want to move into the retiree's spot?  Right now, I'm sitting immediately across from a lady that I dislike mucho, but we have a wall between us. If I move, I'll be further away from her and some other noise, but with no wall - and this lady also enjoys spinning around and facing her two cohorts on that side...and staring.  She has to know what's going on and what type of money you're bringing in, so she'll stare at her screen.  Luckily, because of my anti-social tendencies, she wouldn't be spinning around to talk as much.  I'm rather blunt about that.  The other two handle talking to her better, I don't like to pretend to like someone.  Nope.  No matter what, I can keep my ear protection.
Decision 3: One of our main offices is looking for a back-up person to come in on Saturdays and upload their paper.  They claim it will be once a month.  Of course, they also say it takes about an hour, and my buddy here tells me it used to take folks 2-2/12 hrs when she was at the other location.  I can do this from my office, and it would keep me from being around people even more - I do like working alone.  But, I'd have to come in on Saturdays.  This one I think depends how the AHS situation goes.  If I'm working 9:45-6:15 every Sat., I'm thinking it might not work so well.
Of course, any decision I make I can unmake if I tell my supervisor that it's not working out for me, but still.  Decisions bug me.  Especially that first one.  Huh. 
I'll puzzle it out by blithering at J-boy tomorrow meybe.  Hey schnuks, if you read this, look forward to that.  Me blithering some more about people you don't know. 

...'k, you caught me.  I'm really not.
But I has got three friends here now (notwithstanding the fact that one is two.) Oot, oot.

This is how professional I am - how I have this job, I'm not entirely sure.  How I'll have a job when I'm older and they don't just chalk it up to me being a young 'un, I really don't know.
-I'm walking through the warehouse.  Lady in my department walks in, waves at me from across the way.  I yelp in response.  "Meeap!"
-Working on a new feature for work.  Initiatived some stuff, walked in to my supervisor's office with it, and said something about here's this, here's this, here's this..."and here's some potential pricing that I pulled out of my butt."  She's an easy-going sort, she actually approved of my getting a facial piercing to the point where she gave me the card for her piercer, but still.  Still. 
-I wear ear plugs & headphones blasting white noise an average of 7 hours/day (again, both approved by my supervisor.)
-I know perfectly well that this "T-Shirt No-Show Bra" sucks and you can see the top line of the bra through my sweater.

On an exciting note, I did math wrong last night.  I somehow added up my hours and determined that I had to be here at 9:30 to hit 40hrs.  I actually could have been here at 10:30.  So now I can either have an hour of OT or I can leave early.  Oh, no, S-Q always leaves early and one of us is supposed to be here at all times.  Oh no, OT, how will I survive...heh. 

Lest everyone think that my sole purpose in life is to bitch n' moan, here's a positive note.
My new emergency jump starter is worth its weight in gold after successfully starting up my car this morning - Rock.
The Animal Humane Society has two openings for Customer Service Rep's - Saturdays 9:45-6:15 n' Sundays 11-5.  More rock. (Most rock if my rocking resume rocks their rocking socks.)
I can has Mariachi Loco and social time tonight. Again, rock.
My supervisor is pretty gung-ho about my work baby, the "Pet of the Week" section I want to start up. Plus, for my complaining about online stuff, she still says we're totally ahead of the game and doing great.  Long as she's happy and I get my Pets o' the Week's, well, that's pretty rock.
"Lamb" by Christopher Moore is an excellent book that may displace "A Dirty Job" as one of J-Boy's fav's.  Lamb = the Gospel as told by Biff, Jesus's childhood friend.  It's heartfelt, funny, and a lot of it doesn't actually seem all that far-fetched.  Seems like it would have been a pretty good route for Jesus to go, in fact. So, uhm, in case you were wondering...yep, more rock.

Hey, give me money and I'll create an ad that will never be noticed because our site is inefficient and continually changing without alerting the salespeople so that what we sold you 10 minutes ago now looks and functions completely different from how we promised it would.  Excited?  I would be. 
Oh, even better, give someone else money and I'll still have to do that.
Oh, even better, tell someone else you'll give them money in exchange for that, and I'll completely forget to make you pay money or keep your ad going.
Oh, even better, let me kick the people that created that site.  There, now THAT'S an idea.

Plus, my cantalope is over-ripe and my battery was dead when I tried to start my car this morning. 
Overall, I'm totally chipper and looking forward to seeing Juno tonight.  
Fine, I'll do some damn work now.  How the restaurants are mixed in with the services, I don't know, but delete, move, add, save...there, that took 10 minutes for one.  And there are 500+. 

I'm starting to realise the value of this "blog" concept (added value that it didn't auto-correct my sophisticated, cooler spelling of "realise" to "realize.")  The value is that my rambling has an outlet beyond J-Boy's ears.  Now it can have people's EYES as an outlet. (Visualize it.  If I had been granted talent in the visual arts, the picture in my head would look wonderful on paper...eyes as an outlet.)
A rambling for you, and a question for any that venture into my elephant-laden world -
How many of you have at least one Facebook/MySpace/LiveJournal/WhatHaveYou friend that you keep only because their drama is entertaining?  Because you should keep your friends close but your enemies closer?  Because you're interested in knowing about the people they interact with, but have no interest in them?
*raise hand*
You gotta keep up with the whore-bitches of the world.  It'll help you feel better about yourself.

Wild.  I'm writing stuff.  We'll give this "writing stuff" thing a shot.
Oh cwap, I've already run out of things to say. 
Thinking, thinking...recent events...a random bonus from the boss along with her acknowledging that she really doesn't care if I meet my goals (My position is such that I don't have accounts or leads of my own to pursue.  I just make people pay to announce the death of their loved ones, but not pay to sell their 1992 Ford F-150 for $3200/bo.  Nice. Is not so bad, actuly...) and a random "rent reduction" from my landlords 'cause of lots of work that's been going on in my part of the house.  That's good.
J-Boy is a sickie.  That's bad.
I haven't killed either of the poinsettias on my desk that I can't bring home 'cause they'll poison my kittehs.  That's good.
My fingernails look like crap again.  That's bad.
I have the last family Christmas gathering on Sunday, after participating in...four family or family-ish Christmas type events already.  Wait,...1,2..3...4.  No?  Yes.  Yes?  Yes.  Now it's time for the family X-Mas on my Pa's side.   Friggin' kidlets, 20 some kidlets under 10.  Didn't really like them when I was a kid myself, don't really like them now.  Anyway, so one last family Xmas gathering...that's good.
There.  I wrote stuff.  I've got mad skills at this "talking about myself" thing.  Except that I know very well that the only person that might read this would be J-Boy's sister (Howdy!)  Oooh, wait, I can make use of that "Website" thing in Facebook.  Rock.  That makes me do a little dance...make a little love...and get down tonight (Woot, Woot) get down tonight.