groovebunny... deep thoughts. limited vocabulary

Wonders…who should be more embarrassed here…The restroom stall user who just evacuated substances that created such foul fumes that the poor, unsuspecting person who just happened to walk into the restroom to wash her hands after handling dirty coinage to purchase a Monster (Khaos) from the vending machine at the precise moment that complete fumage had overtaken every O2 molecule, causing said innocent hand-washer to audibly gag at a level that echoed throughout the tiled restroom walls and floor…which then resulted in, of course…an uncomfortable silence as unsuspecting hand washer witnessed, through the reflection of the mirrors over the sink, the bathroom stall user’s feet which had been firmly planted on the floor, began to raise slowly raise as if to hide behind the stall door as the restroom stall user pretended not to be there, emitting deadly fumes, and that fumage actually belonged to some anonymous prior restroom stall user.

The innocent, unsuspecting hand-washer recognized the restroom stall user’s shoes btw, and plans to leave anonymous photocopies articles featuring foods the restroom stall user can include in her diet to help her with her fumage issues.

gah!  previous entry deleted...too much crybaby stuff and silliness. but i need to write right now. oracles errors here at work are making me want to eat 3 bags of cheetos and several donuts...

at least i'll be getting an early jump on the weekend. in about 5 hours we're heading up the coast for a much needed get-a-way. the budget is very tight so it will have to be a see how far x amount of dollars gets us this time around, but at least it's something.

in other news, i'm thinking of posting flushing the toilet instructions in our community bathroom here at work. it's been seriously a literal crap shoot as far as picking a toilet stall that wasn't bearing the non-goods of the low-flush toilet using predecessor before me. what i don't get is that it's really quite simple as there is even a diagram by the flush handle! up for low flush...for the #1's and down for the regular flush for the #2's...or if all else fails...check for proper flushage before leaving the stall for goodness sake!

okay back to work. so much work to do and so little time. i just have to say i feel really unappreciated here at the moment. i think they appreciate me, but this stupid economy stuff has really strained us all to our limits.

gah! my big boss just came into my office and said something that could have been a freudian slip!

i'm thinking i really need some cheetos right now...

Hello Lovelies!

It doesn't take much to make me happy. It never has. But as I think about it, especially in our current economy, and everyday the job front is a wait and see what happens next kinda situation, I think we all should just learn to sit back, exhale and appreciate the little things that come our way.

For instance, the vending machine at my work. I'm convinced this thing loves me. Not just loves me in a give-me-your-money-and-I'll-give-you-the-item-you-select-by-entering-the-appropriate-corresponding-number-kinda-way, but in L-O-V-E-S-M-E! kinda way. I'm so convinced of this because...

Two weeks ago I put in money for 1 bag of Cheetos. I received 2 bags of Cheetos.

This past Monday I put in money for 1 yummy, strawberry PopTart. I received 2 yummy, strawberry PopTart and a Cup O'Noodles soup.

And today...I put in money for 1 bag of Cheetos. And I received...yet again...2 bags of Cheetos.

!!!SCORE!!!

I'll not lie about it. I wanted to jump up and down and sing about my good bag of Cheetos fortune. But there were other people in the lunch room and doing the happy Cheetos dance would have been, well kinda wrong.  And anyways, I'm sure there must be some secret Commandment out there about thou shalt not gloat and do the happy Cheetos dance when you score and extra bag of Cheetos and others are Cheetos-less.

In other news, I fully intend to begin the whole blogging thing and catch up with everyone and list my links...if I can remember my blogroll signin and password and which email address is associated with it. O.o

Stay lovely!

Hmmm day 3 and another blog. I'm onna roll!  

Tonight's activities included Listerine, milk, a camera and a flood light.  I know, sounds exciting!  My kidlet is off with is dad watching the baseball game at Petco and I not sure I can keep my eyes open long enough to kiss him goodnight when he comes home.

<insert cricket sounds here>

In other news, my kitty Bonita never ceases with the cuteness.  Here she is posing for me as I try out my new camera. 

N e ways, maybe I'll find the inspiration to write something meaningful in here...hopefully soon. I think one of the reasons I quit blogging for so long was because when the world is going to hell in a hand basket, musing over my hairdo and how much weight I want to lose this week seems a bit self-centered, doncha think?   So with that, Imma gonna climb into bed and drift off to sleep, maybe pondering my position on gun control...or really the lack of it.

I can't remember the last time I did a blog entry, but most likely it's been over a year. Removal of my inactive blog from my previous host prompted me to take a look at this thing called blogging once again.

So...just testing the waters...

Maybe I'll get wet...

Or maybe I'll stay safely on the shore...