Anyone can attain this position, Not everyone can do it.
POSITION:
Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop, etc.
JOB DESCRIPTION:
Long term, team players needed, for challenging
permanent work in an, often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication
and organizational skills and be willing to work
variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends
and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to
primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities!
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.
RESPONSIBILITIES:
The rest of your life.
Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,until someone needs $5.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,
such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets
and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be willing to be indispensable one minute,an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION:
None.
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
None required unfortunately.
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
BENEFITS:
While no health or dental insurance, no pension,no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered;this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Help Wanted:
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The world is safe from evil.....
It was a dark and stormy night....Nah! It was a freakin damn cold and rainy Saturday when our heroes arrived. First #1 then a short time later #2. Promises of goodies and movies at the home of their one and only confidant, a time when they could rest and be themselves, with the one person who knew their true identities. G-MOM!
Keeping their identies under cover they head to the grocery store. They needed supplies, Lunchables to keep them fit and ready for anything, Strawberry milk to keep their teeth pearly white for the cameras, Fruit roll-ups for quick energy on a moments notice. Yes, these were the foods of our Super Heroes. All went well on the shopping trip until well.....Our heroes decided to sit in the cart while G-mom loaded what few items she had bought for herself and her trusty assistant G-Pop. Then came a moment when #2 came close to being "severly" injured
by a simple mistake by G-mom! While loading a very large bunch of bananas G-mom placed them in the lap of #2.. not realizing the weight that would bear down on his precious organs...the horrors.
"Jeezs G-mom your smashing my balls" shouted #2 while #1 looked on in horror! Quickly I grab the bananas and remove them from his lap, #1 looks at me and states "Don't give 'em to me your not smashing my balls"! While others looked on with gaping mouths our heroes continued to discuss the near tragedy and how close #2 came to being maimed for life by a large bunch of bananas. Mean while G-mom, trying to maintain what little dignity she had holds her head proud and heads to the check out! (silently chuckling to herself, "where in the hell did THAT come from"!)
Home, safety, no looky-loos there, the training begins: Making sure their equipment is in working order
Making sure at a moments notice they are ready for anything:
With evening swiftly approaching our heroes decide that nourshment is in order. "We need a snack" they declare as G-mom walks by with a load of laundry to fold.
"We need...POPCORN"! Our heroes are expecting something out of the microwave. OMG, G-mom must do something. Quickly she remembers the "Jiffy Pop" in the cabinet. Our heroes are dazzled and baffled. "You make it on the stove"? Looking at me like I have completely lost my mind. "Yes" I reply its amazing, just watch...
Still being unsure of this new device for making popcorn our heroes decide to trust G-mom one more time, despite the banana incident from earlier, the results were a resounding YES,YES!!!
Our heroes are exhausted from the days events and the close call from earlier, they decide to watch a training video, mostly to "get some new moves against the bad guys" as I was told. UNDER DOG!!!
As bedtime quickly approaches (thank God!) our heroes make sure that their sleeping quarters are safe and secure against any "bad Guys" that may lurk in the dark recesses of the sanctuary closet.
With the world safe again our Super Heroes can "sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite".
Authors note:
G-son #1 and his BFF spent the night last Saturday. I was Power Rangered and "bad guyed" to death! Sunday around noon they went home and G-mom promptly made herself a vodka and grapefruit, sat in her chair and watched the Sci-Fi channel until I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. The banana story is quite true. You can never trust what will come out of the mouths of 4 year olds at any given time or place. I totally love having the boys here and enjoy every new move, new weapon and conversation we have. The best part is listening to THEIR conversations while they play in their own world. My little Super Heroes! Some day they're gonna hate me for this.....
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Stay Tuned its coming......
Its' coming....
Suspense, drama and a world on the edge of destruction. A world threatened by evil, greed and the lust for world domination...no matter the cost!
Our heroes, young full of life, ready for anything....
CAN THEY SURVIVE
STAY TUNED............
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Monday, January 21, 2008
The Golf widow and the great fish tank uprising
So, I take Martin Luther King day off from work because the husband said he was not going to play golf. Guess what its 48 degrees and he just left to play golf. Funny how that worked huh? Anyway, getting a little pouty, had this stupid idea we could go to a movie...Bahaha! Foolish woman! Then after he decides he is going to play to ease the guilt he says "we could go to an early lunch, then I could leave for golf and you could go to Bed Bath and Beyond (a housewares store with neat kitchen stuff)". No thank you...
I making venison stew for dinner tonight its cooking as we speak. Cooking relieves some of the tension for me. But, the whole time I'm thinking about this golf thing while I'm chunking carrots, potatoes, onion and celery. I have a very sharp weapon, uh knife in my hand and I'm thinking.....No, not a good idea, I have a bad back and jail cots just aren't comfortable.
Meanwhile, the phone rings. It's daughter. The kids are having kaniptions because there has been another murder in the Christmas fish tank. They say the 2 algae eater fish I gave them are killing the other fish in the tank. Especially one in particular. He is eating their tails they can't swim and die!!! "Call the girls" she yells into the phone and hangs up! I call the girls. G-daughter #1 is yelling into the phone about eating tails, g-daughter #2 is yelling at g-daughter #1 and g-son is just yelling so he's not left out. I repeatedly tell them to just hush and listen to me! PLEASE!!!!! Good God almighty! The kids are having a melt down, I have a weapon and I am seriously thinking about slitting my own wrists at this point. Meanwhile husband is a Jolly and thinks yelling g-kids is funny and g-mom will solve the problem. Asshole, he's going to play golf.
I then ask if anyone has SEEN the fish eating tails? Uh, no. Then WHY is he doing the slaughter? Well because he's NEW! Yeah, blame the new kid cause he's different. I had a 75 gallon tank with all kinds of fish never, ever a problem. I also ask IF when they bought fish for the new tank did they find out if the fish they bought were social or aggressive. No, but everyone got along until the "new kid" came. Again with the new kid.
So, I tell them to just watch the tank. See if you can see when and IF the new kid is eating tails. "No, g-mom he's hiding in the back on the bottom". Then as if on Q bossy #1 says to #2:
"just sit and watch the tank".
G-daughter #2 yells "No, way #1 I have a life and I'm not watching the tank all day".
#1 "Well its you're tank AND your fish he's eating".
#2 "I don't care, I'm not just sitting there all day watching a stupid fish".
By this time they again are yelling at each other and G-son is yelling something about changing the channel and "be quiet I can't hear the TV". I'm also wondering if I hang up now will they notice? or just keep yelling? Hmmm the button is right there..... Instead I interrupt the tirade, several times and now I'm yelling into the phone!! I hear #1 say to #2 "Shut up g-mom is mad at you and told you to be quiet". "I never said that" I tell her. I meant for you BOTH to shut-up! Then I proceed to explain you don't have to sit in front of the tank just look in once in a while, I tell them I love them and to get their chores done because g-mom is hanging up NOW!
I go to the garage to have a cigarette, two minutes of pure silence...then husband comes out all dressed to go. He gives me a list of everything he has done before leaving, so I will know. I'm thinking to ease his guilt. But at this point I don't even think he realizes how close to death he has come.
I will go to dance class tonight for one hour, stomp the living shit out of him on every step I take then come home friendly. He will only assume that I just needed to relax and all is good in his world.
The g-kids will call every time the new kid moves and I am going to find some rum and one of my smoothie mixes, put it in my little "Bullet" and tada take their calls. I will eventually promise the g-kids that g-mom will take them to a real fish store and replace the fish that the new kid has allegedly eaten and again all will be well in their world.
I should have gone to work...bi-polar doesn't have fish!
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
It's LASAGNE!!!!
Can you make Lasagne for an army? I can:
How about desert?
I decided on Wednesday "I need Lasagne for dinner this week". Since I always cook for a "homeless shelter" as the husband says I needed to invite friends and family to help eat it! The lasagne was seven layers, I made my sauce the night before and put the pasta etc. together the next day. I then decided we needed a light cool dessert afterwards. Fruit tart...hmmm. Pastry dough, sugar free vanilla pudding, Cool Whip Free, kiwi, bananas, Mandarin oranges and strawberries then drizzle lightly with Smuckers Chocolate syrup! Lets just say I managed to save some dessert leftovers (I hid some) but, the Lasagne is GONE!!!!!
On another note remember SIL birthday is the end of December. We went to the hunt camp and after permission from daughter I am grateful to say I am being allowed to post these pics. We had an awesome time. The hunt camp looks more like a house in the woods and has 99% of the real home amenities. G-son still pees outside! Must be a boy thing. Running around playing really hard, stops, hunts down the perfect tree then right back to running around. LOL How many times have us girls thought "must be nice to just go pee without toilet tissuing the seat, hanging our purse from our necks and praying the paper holder works and no one has gone in before us to drop a bomb"! Oh well I can only say God had plan for women and it didn't include "finding the perfect tree".
And now for some pics:
Notice to the left g-daughter #1 ALWAYS manages to sneak in a picture!
G-daughters 1 and 2 and me
G-pop and the terrorists
SIL looking for an oxygen tank after blowing out candles on two cakes. His mom made a chocolate everything cake and a German chocolate cake that I have to admit was awesome enough for me to be "little pig, little pig" and eat two pieces! Yummmm!
An afterthought:
My MIL and I delight in sending each other "different" Christmas presents every year. I'm the only DIL who will step out of box and buy what I consider awesome shit! This year I sent her a galvanized bucket that had the ugliest face molded on it in cement that you use as an outside planter. Unfortunately at the time I wasn't smart enough to take a picture. But trust me. I called husband from a craft show and said "honey, can I send your mom an ugly-ass planter for Christmas"? His response..."uh, I guess so". Well in turn she sent me the following which I promptly hung up over my entertainment center in the LR for ALL to see as they came in. I love him! Husband and I arm wrestled over whether it should be hung there. He was thinking a back room. But, my personality was screaming for "full entertainment value". What do you guys think...
Next Christmas I will give him a red nose and hang tiny balls from his antlers.
He is a "12-point" and from his smile you can tell he "died" happy! I love him and I will call him Gerald!
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Friday, January 11, 2008
Can't resist...Gramology
Thanks to Sunshine and KHeatherG. Actually I love this stuff.
MOUTHOLOGY
Q. What is your salad dressing of choice?
A. Blue Cheese
Q. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?
A. Publix Deli
Q. What is your favorite sit down restaurant?
A. Oasaka - Japanese cook in front of you HIYA!
Q. On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant?
A. 20%
Q. What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
A. Wisconsin Cheddar cheese Soup
Q. What are your pizza toppings of choice?
A. EXTRA, EXTRA Cheese
Q. What do you like to put on your toast?
A. Butter, cinnamon and sugar, I'm with Sunshine here!!!
TECHNOLOGY
Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?
A. Grandkids at work and at home
Q. How many televisions are in your house?
A. 5 all used
BIOLOGY
Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed?
A. Left!!!!!!
Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
A. Teeth, cysts, cartilage, a nail, a pencil lead, a sliver of steel should I go on?
Q. When was the last time you had a cavity?
A. Sept. 2007 teeny tiny one
Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted?
A. My husband off my arm sleeping last night.
Q. Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
A. Yep! Touch football by a guy I was totally in love with at 15!!
BULLCRAPOLOGY
Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
A. Sure
Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
A. Katey Keenan (after my great,great,great g-mom who survived being an Irish servant in order to come to America)
Q. What color do you think looks best on you?
A. Husband says Teal, I love black and red
Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake?
A. Yeah, a penny
Q. Have you ever saved someone’s life?
A. Yeah when my g-son choked on a bay leaf in soup...long ugly story but it wasn't my fault!
Q. Has someone ever saved yours?
A. Yep, my dad
DAREOLOGY
Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100?
A. Yes.
Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000?
A. Sure If I really missed it I could have one put on.
Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000?
A. Sure
Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000?
A. Sure I pose naked for free when I'm cleaning house sometimes...VISUAL!!
Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?
A. Sure
Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000?
A. Probably (Scary huh?)
DUMBOLOGY
Q. What is in your left pocket?
A. A Check
Q. Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie?
A. didn't see
Q. Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house?
A. Carpet and tile
Q. Do you sit or stand in the shower?
A. Am I shaving my legs?
Q. Would you live with roommates?
A. When your married you have a ROOMMATE!!!
Q. How many pairs of flip flops do you own?
A. 7
Q. Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
A. OOO 1982
Q. Who is number 1 on your Top 8?
A. Husband
LASTOLOGY
Q: Last Friend you talked to?
A: Fran
Q: Last person who called you?
A: G-son
Q: Last person you hugged?
A: Husband
Q: Last person to stick their foot in your face?
A: Husband
FAVORITOLOGY
Q: Number?
A: 7
Q: Season?
A: Fall
CURRENTOLOGY
Q: Missing someone?
A: My friend in Miami
Q: Mood?
A: Its' FRIDAY!!!!
Q: Listening to?
A: Boss on cell phone
Q: Watching?
A: It rain outside
Q: Worrying about?
A: Why its taking 3p so long to get here
RANDOMOLOGY
Q: First place you went this morning?
A: To the bathroom
Q: What can you not wait to do?
A: Go camping!
Q: What's the last movie you saw in theater?
A: Silence of the Lambs....(I know, I know)
Q: Do you smile often?
A: Yes
Q: Are you a friendly person?
A: Yes
Does this count as a post? Or do I have to do another one LOL!!!
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Thursday, January 3, 2008
Boxers, Briefs or none at all?
Which do you prefer? Boxers or briefs? I love men in boxers. The husband wears boxer type briefs because he doesn't like the "boys" swinging free. Its his way of a compromise. I think boxers are sexy and allow easy access to areas that can be made inaccessible by briefs.
My dad, both brothers and several of our friends prefer none. How do I know that? Well, my mom told me about my dad....yeah I know, it just slipped out one day and I laughed like hell and said "well, that's a visual I could have done without." I asked both my brothers, because that's what big sisters do and through various "gutter" conversations, usually fueled by the demon alcohol, found out about various friends and neighbors.
This whole boxer/brief thing came about when we were watching the Drew Carey game show "Power of Ten". The question had something to do with the percentage of women who prefer boxer/brief. I made mention that men are sexier, etc in boxers. Husband got offended. Since he wears the "compromise" drawers (boxer type briefs) he thought I meant he wasn't sexy in his drawers. But, who is really sexy in their underwear? Anyways I tried to explain it wasn't entirely "how the packaged looked but what was in it" that was also a determining factor. That didn't work. Then he starts with the 20 questions.
Q: How many men have you seen in their underwear?
A: A lot (he raises an eyebrow, like I was the virgin Mary when we met.)
Q: How do you know who wears what?
A: I ask
Q: You just go up to some guy and say "what kind of underwear do you wear?"
A: If I know them I would.
Q: Why would you ask?
A: Curious, and sometimes its funny as shit! I mean did you know (boss at husband office) wears boxers?
Q: (totally shocked)HOW DO YOU KNOW? And please tell me you didn't ask.
A: His wife told me.
Q: Did you ask her?
A: Duh, No, we were talking about how tight this Lady's' dress was and the conversation went down hill from there...yep, slide right into the gutter! (made a sliding hand motion)
Q: When was this?
A: Christmas party last year. Who else you want to know about?
Q: Nobody I work with! Would you ask someone you didn't know?
A: Depends on who, like I wouldn't ask the president of where you work, but I would probably ask President Bush, just to confirm my suspicions.
Finally, I said "you should wear boxers on the weekend, just for me."
Then in only a redeeming quality a husband can have he says "I don't ask you to wear a thong."
Me: Do YOU like them? (he has never mentioned this and up until that moment I was glad)
Him: I might
Me: Well, I guess I could wear one every once in a while. (The whole time I'm think ewwww an all day wedgie!)
Him: No, I wouldn't do that to you. I just wanted to see if you would compromise. Besides I wouldn't want to have to wash, dry and fold them. You can't really fold them. (he demonstrates holding his hands in the air trying to fold an invisible pair)
God bless him a man that won't ask me to wear a thong, not because he doesn't like them but because you can't FOLD them!!!
So back to the original question... Boxers, briefs or none at all?
Just curious.
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Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The boo-hoo babies
It's the New Year 2008! So many things have past and so many things to come. I should be excited, rejuvenated and making plans, resolutions and generally "ready to go". So why do I have the boo-hoo babies? Why is the episode of "Monk" about his murdered wife making me cry? The husband has gone to play golf...again. This should make me happy, right? House to myself, TV to myself and making New Years' day dinner. I love to cook, this should make me happy. So why do I have the boo-hoo babies?
Maybe because I'm exhausted? Since I have had the weekend and Monday off I've cleaned three closets, the laundry room and cleaned the house from top to bottom. I've done all the laundry, changed the sheets on 2 beds, put all of Christmas away, been to the grocery, Walmart, peeled and diced onions, tomatoes and put my black-eyed peas and collards on the stove. I'm happy husband went to play golf...again. But on the other hand I'm totally pissed off about it. How come I have said "Its' OK for him to have down time and do something fun, but not me"?
Maybe because 2008 is relatively scary? The economy, world unrest, war, uncertaintity and global warming!
Maybe because at 50 I'm finally starting to say "Ok, so you look younger than that, but if you lose your job (construction is slow here and everywhere) who will hire you? No college degree, a G.E.D. only 26 years of OJT as a bookkeeper, you are pretty much prepared to be a ....What?
Maybe because I'm just having a plain 'ol pity party for myself?
This is the first time in a very l - o - n - g time I've got the boo-hoo babies.
Is it my turn? Is it all "just in my head" and basically my hormones are just running loopy and I need a good cry to clear the air?
Who knows? Cerainly not me right now. Its' 2008! Dammit Grammice! Suck it up you baby! You have a great huband who adores you, a family who truly loves and accepts you for who you are, a nice house, a job, your health.... see, now I've made myself cry again...Dammit Grammice!!!!! (Open the link below..I hope I did this right.)
http://glumbert.com/wii/view.php?name=baddayoffice
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