The Downhill Slide

It's hot as hell. Cicada noise is driving me nuts. One of my bosses is senile. I asked the secretary to order me an axe. She turned me down. I've made it this far this week, though, and I'm over the hump. It's downhill from here. I'm good at sliding.

Bugged

I like the music of birds. And crickets and frogs.

Cicadas, however, are driving me crazy! I guess they're cicadas, anyway. Or locusts, maybe? Are they the same thing?

Whatever they are, they're raising such a din that I can't hear the TV when it's cool enough to have my windows open in the evening. They're keeping me awake at night, even with the AC on, and waking me up in the morning.

I wish death on very few living creatures, but I have to admit I'll be glad when their short life-span is over.

There were two of them on the floor outside my door yesterday, one dead and one alive. The live one jumped at the dog and me and then flew off. These things are prehistoric looking. Scary. And BIG. No woman wants to see a two-inch long bug that makes more noise than Snookie. Ugh!

Hot!

I'm talking about heat today. There are different kinds of heat, like body heat, hot chicks (and hot guys), or getting hot under the collar. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the ungodly temperatures thermometers all over town are recording. Sometimes I wish for the fires of hell to descend on people who've had the bad manners to offend me, but I don't want it coming down on my head. This sticky, suffocating heat is just awful. Luckily, I don't have to be out in it much -- except to walk the dog 3 times a day. She's been hurrying it up a little bit. I don't think she likes heat much, either.

So, we have yet another week of this humongous heat in store -- while at work, they keep it so cold that we're wearing long sleeves and sweaters. It's disconcerting to say the least. It's a shock to the system to walk out of a refrigerator into hell. And rather shocking that guys who are ostensibly counting pennies these days would be willing to pay the electric bill for this.

The Friday Thingonmyblog

Is it too late for me to go back to high school? From the looks of these quiz results, I'm thinking a little re-education might be in order for moi. Geez. I need to consult my BFF. And find a prom date.

Have a Happy TGIF!

You Are Clueless About Men

You're not very sure about what men are thinking. And because of this, it's easy for you to feel hurt or angry. Talk and listen to more men, and you'll better understand the male point of view.

How Well Do You Understand Men?

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Where's Mine?

Why am I not seeing this in my living room on Sunday evenings? Why am I squinting into my closet on Monday morning searching for something that doesn't look too wrinkled? Where is the justice?

Mercy!

I may need that drink before the end of this week.

Happy Hump Day!

Oh, Doo-Dah-Day

Have a stress-free Tuesday!

The Friday Thingonmyblog

I am so happy this week is over. It was killer. And I had to tie my hands down, metaphorically speaking, to keep from killing somebody a couple of times. I plan to be a total vegetable for the next three days. I've damn well earned it.

TGIF!

You Act Like You Are 27 Years Old

You are a twenty-something at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up. The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.

What Age Do You Act?

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Ho-Hump

I'm not having a really great week. We used to have a staff of four. For the past ten months, we've been reduced to a staff of three. This week, there are only two of us, and we're having to wear all the hats -- receptionist, phone answerer, message taker, peacemaker, mail runner, typist, bill payer, errand person, babysitter to the Senile One, scheduler, etc., etc. And this is in addition to our regular caseloads, which are expected to proceed in a timely fashion. Yeah, it's not that great a week.

But it is Wednesday. Have a Happy Hump Day!

Fence Sitting

If the grass in the pasture on the other side of the fence looks greener, is the far pasture half full or half empty? Just wondering.

Time...

I'm not saying I'm ready for these, but Lord knows it could happen someday. Hopefully, that's a long way down the road, but I think it is probably true that time waits for no one.

SENIOR TEXTING CODES:

ATD - At the doctor.
BFF - Best friend fell.
BTW - Bring the wheelchair.
BYOT - Bring your own teeth.
FWIW - Forgot where I was.
GGPBL- Gotta go, pacemaker battery low.
GHA - Got heartburn again.
IMHO- Is my hearing aid on?
LMDO - Laughing my dentures out.
OMMR - On my massage recliner.
ROFLACGU - Rolling on floor laughing and can't get up.
TTYL - Talk to you louder!

It's Tuesday...

...but I have little doubt it's going to feel like a really hectic Monday.



Casey Anthony's case is in the jury's hands. I'm thinking there may be a verdict tomorrow. Meanwhile, what do you think? Who proved their case, the defense or the prosecution?

Independence Day

Friday Thingonmyblog

I actually had a pretty decent week -- until yesterday, when the Senile One decided to show his butt. I am, therefore, pretty darn grateful that TGIF is here. And for the long weekend ahead.

Happy 4th of July!

Your Fireworks Say You're Original

You are chaotic, inspired, and very creative. You're so creative, people don't really recognize your creativity. What's expressive for you sometimes looks like a mess. But you don't really care... you enjoy making your messes!

The Fireworks Test

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