Oh here and there.  I have no clue if anyone will read this.  I patrol FB more.  It's easier to write a line or 2 and be off than an entire blog.  I aways feel like I have to fill this entire square.  If you haven't added me on FB and want to, just let me know.  

BTW, I owe some happy belated birthdays and at least one Congrats on the marriage.  So, uh.. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY and CONGRATS ON THE MARRIAGE!!  eeeeeeeeeyup.. same ole smartass.

Can you imagine that?  Your ex steals your children away and after 15 years you search your daughter's name and there she is.  Luckily, the woman had the aforethought to contact the sheriff's department in the Floridian county where the children (now 17 and 16) are living.  The Sheriff have placed the ex in custody and the children are under the care of non-family members.  Apparently, they've been living well with the father and other family for all this time.  The mom contacted the daughter on FB and was told by her child that she did not wish to establish a relationship with her.  Heartbreaking.  I can only imagine the lies they've been fed about their mother for the last 15 years.

My question that wasn't addressed in the article is this: If the man had family in Florida, why could the police (or since he was across state lines FBI) not find him?  He didn't change his nor his children's names.  He took them across country.  Who the hell was helping this woman?  The Keystone Cops?  The 3 Stooges?  Who?  A private detective probably would've found him years ago.  I feel so sad for this lady.


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Have you guys seen the google ad for Adam Lambert. It gives me the willies. He looks like the love child of P!nk and Eddie Izzard. Dude, has a big friggin head. Looks like it tore his mom up. That is what my family affectionately calls a head mo'lotty. (Head mo'lotty. Head mo'lotty. Got mo head than anybody.) Seriously, that kid has a huge friggin head. I'm feeling pain just sitting here thinking of his birth. I may need to lay down and prop my legs up on a wall or chair or something. Wait. Adam Lambert. Is that the guy from idol that sounds like Ethel Merman? He also reminds me of Kristen Alderson, the teen that plays Star Manning on ABC's All My Children. She's been on the show since she was 4. Child is also head mo'lotty but she wears it well. Unlike Lambert who is all like 'come feel my big mo'lotty head. Check my pucker. Look into my eyes whilst I steal your soul and feast upon your brains. Watch my head grow a lotty mo.' Alright, that's all I wanted.

Here's the ad in case you're wondering 'wth is she talking about now?'




Ally is bored at work. I will sleep now.

Pole Dancing dolls, Blow Job Wolverine, & Jack Off Tarzan? OH MY! That would be one helluva Christmas wish list wouldn't it? Yet, these ill conceived toys (not so named except the pole dancing doll) are on the market except maybe pole dance. The photo of pole dance is very grainy. My initial reacton was that it was fake. That is until I saw the other toys. Inflatible Wolverine's nozzle has unfortunate placement. And I don't even know what Tarzan is actually supposed to be doing. Check out these 3 and the others including Oreo Barbie.. Yes, she's black, here. Wow! I remember when my mom wouldn't buy me Baby Alive.

I didn't fall asleep until after 6am yesterday morning. I woke up at 5:20pm. That's almost another 12 hours. And guess what? I could've kept on sleeping. Now, it's 4am. I'm sleep as hell but when I lay down my eyes pop open and my mind goes on a whirlwind trip. Several nights I have slept in my desk chair to wake in screwy positions, aches in places I didn't know existed, and still friggin sleepy. I go get in bed and wake at like 4pm. The problem is if I take the other pill my brain becomes mush. If I take no pill, I'm a bundle of pain.

On top of everything my damn supervisor seems to be trying to fire me on the sneak tip. She's even gone so far to send me this panicy written email that she bcc'd to HR. The HR rep replied to all. I've done some research and all her little rules she was making, ok trying to make me, follow don't even friggin exist. I tell ya. I've had some poor managers before but she takes the cake. No one on my team likes her. People have gone to sales just to be rid of her. A few people are contemplating changing their shifts to night to get away from her. When you speak to her, you might as well speak to a brick wall. A brick wall that's vindictive, knows every damn thing, can not admit when it's wrong, and has a smart-assed & nasty attitude. I try to get along with everyone, but this woman makes civility hardship. I know why they gave her a telecommuter team. She probably has had complaints and they figure if they give her a team with everyone at home, things will be more relaxes And it'll stop someone from clocking the ho. Trust me, if she were a few yards from my desk, I probably would have slapped the shit out of her by now, pain & all. One of my co-workers was ready to drive to Allentown, PA and wait for her to come out the building. That's how angry she makes people. You're willing to risk your job, well, freedom to beat the shit out of this woman. My department could raise money if they put her head in a whack-a-mole or had some kind of pie throwing thing. Mind you, it would be hard not to run up and belt that bitch with a right cross and an upper cut.

I and at least one other person that used to be on my team tried to talk to her immediate boss about a year ago but the woman kept running. She scheduled a time with me and never picked up the phone. I called several times and sent several emails. Every last one went ignored. They were read because I had them return receipted. It was obvious she didn't want to deal with her employee so I quit. Then I learned there was someone else going through the same song dance. You know what my next thing is going to be? I'm going to take a damn $30 cab ride to that damn office and plunk myself in the VP's office. I don't know why I haven't done it already. I'm on very good terms with him; he calls me Smiley. I'll have to say Jay, Smiley hasn't smiled for over a year. Our supes like to say their there to help support us, but this bitch is nothing but stress personified. Whereas I used to whine 'ooo I hate dealing with these customers,' it's now 'I hate dealing with Coleen.' The sound of her voice makes me want to vomit. I think she gives me panic attacks or something. The idea of dealing with her impedes my recovery and ability to work full time. Just typing this has made me sad and queasy.

Sorry I don't update. I have 3 hernias in my neck, 2 right on top of each other, that cause me a great deal of pain. Typing isn't the easiest thing for me. When I remembered voice updates, my phone broke, lol. Right now I can't afford a new phone, which isn't much an issue for me cuz I hate talking on the phone anyway. Plus, I have been barely working because of the pain. Their keyboard sucks. You'd think they'd have ergonomic keyboards by now. I wouldn't be surprised if the keyboard caused or acerbated my injuries. I should ask the doctor. This may be worker's comp. Hmmm Anywho, thanks to the folks at Merck or whoever the hell makes the newest Rx I'm taking, instead of drowsy I get insomnia. When I fall asleep, I don't wake until late afternoon or early evening. OR could be the pills caused me to sleep a really long time which has thrown my clock terribly off. I've had 2 instances of sleeping around 48 hours, but I didn't grow taller. (infant joke) Last night I couldn't sleep as per usual. I fell asleep early around 4am (usually it's 8am so yeah 4 is early) and I didn't wake until 4pm. That's 12 hours!! And guess what? I'm still sleepy. I did like an hour of work and struggled the entire time not to fall asleep. I'm going to keep struggling. Maybe if I lie down at 10pm my clock will reset itself..maybe.

Alrighty, my neck just said 'I'm tired of the position you think won't cause you pain. Let me shoot pain into your shoulders to tell you how much.' Ja mate! See ya.

I went to some hospital for a test. They made me get into this elevator wearing one of those paper dress examination gowns. The thing dissolved or something and wound up naked when the doors opened on the crazy people floor. I curled up in the corner and nurses came in and tried to take my blood. I was saying what you might expect, 'get me some clothes,' 'what's going on' blah blah. They were placating me and speaking as if I were a baby. They kept calling me by this name and I said my name. Some dude says, "Oh that's a new one." And another guy asks, "How many personalties does that make?" They said I had multiple personalities. I showed them my plastic bracelet that had my name on it. And yelled I'm here for a test. I'm not crazy. (shut up!) The nurse goes "Ooohh wait here." I laid on my stomach so only my butt was showing cuz I didn't care if anyone saw my butt, lol. I waited and waited. I saw a person I went to elementary school and told her to run cuz this hospital was crazy but first to get me some clothes. She got me some pajamas. I went to a desk to yell, but no one was there. All the hospital employees were gone. I found a person mopping the floor and he told me that they were afraid I was going to sue them so they all left. I got outside and flagged down a car. It was a mom and her teen son. They said that hospital was a sham and not even licensed. I was lucky. Still in the pajamas but wearing blue & white sneaks, I saw the nurse and started running down this hill. She saw me and ran back into this restaurant. When I ran into the restaurant, I knew everyone in there and they hadn't seen her. Somone said she may have ran up to the deck because there's another entrance to the street at the top of the hill. Someone up there told me she had run through the door, but by the time I gout outside she was gone.

I swear I don't drink or eat before bed.

Oh, you remember the last dream? My neighbor who mad a guess appearance has throat cancer and went into hospital about 2 weeks after I had the dream. He's been going in and out since. His family moved him to a hospice facility.

Give an underprivileged woman the opportunity to have a free mammogram. Go to the breast cancer website and click the pink button.

Yellow Fever my beige booty! The Japanese rock my socks. They have invented pen computers. I'm sure most of us have seen the light keyboard that connects to a desk or laptop. Toshiba along with a company called OKI will soon be selling a pen that not only projects the keyboard, but the monitor as well. No word on how it would connect to the internet or even if it does. I found this article for the techies.   Here are some photos:











THIS IS WHAT I CALL AN ADULT TOY!!!

What the harry hell!!??? A father in China taught his son how to light his cigs. Now the 18 month old "smokes" a pack of cigarettes a day. The father claims he did not know cigarettes were bad. Uh, pops, did you read the fucking pack. Alright, maybe he can't rude. How rural is his damn community? He also claims he didn't know how bad his son was addicted until he started throwing tantrums if he didn't get his nicotine fix. This numbnuts actually applied to Guiness Book of World Records to have his son named as the youngest smoker in the world. Of course Guiness denied it due to the act being harmful to the child.

So, what's next? Does he kid need the patch or maybe some nicotine gum? He's like a little crack baby, all fucked up but hopefully not for life. That child might have cancer cells looming some place. I swear man, that dad is an idiot! That's what the Guiness ap should've said, World's Dumbest Dad. (Check the source. There's a picture of the kid and his cigarette.)

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