Thursday, December 21, 2006

The tongue of a blue whale is the size of an elephant.

Yes, it's true! Just ask my two friends that read this. But I am going to update the last couple of months over the next few days. I promise! I wanted to give a big Thank you to my buddie who made the Celine cd for me, I listened to it coming home from a very looooooooooooooooooooooooong day at work. It was very soothing. I love the song Ava marie, I think is the name of it and that was on there. This is why I love my co-workers and I do mean love. (Not gay love but friend love) The two of them do the nicest things for me. Enough sucking up for not posting on my blog. I have to go for now but pictures of my two new babies to come, I had twin girls.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of Montreal, walked into the branch and wrote "this iz a stikkup. Put all your muny in this bag." While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller's window. So he left the Bank of Montreal and crossed the street to the CIBC. After waiting a few minutes in line, he handed his note to the teller. She read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn't the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of Montreal
deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a CIBC deposit slip or go back to Bank of Montreal. Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, "OK" and left. He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of Montreal.
Don't bother with this guy's sign. He probably couldn't read it anyway

I don't think that I am better then anyone else and I hope if I ever start acting that way that one of my friends (all two of you) would tell me. Now I am not saying there is anything wrong with wanting nice things, house, cars, a private school for your kid, but some people carry it to far. If I lived with my parents (one who sounds like he doesn't even care for me and the other who tries to run my life), I would not come to work and act like I was all that. I am trying to be nice because I really feel sorry for this person. Lets just call her UGLY BETTY,although she isn't really ugly. She is kinda pretty until she opens that mouth and stupid comes out.Poor thing has to work three jobs to keep up with this lifestyle(living with parents). It don't sound like she has a life. Her idea of having fun was going to our high school football game with her 5 year old son (from I don't know where) and a retarded student from work. Now thats ok every now and again, but every week. Ok maybe I know why she doesn't have a boyfriend. Her friend is trying to fix her up with a guy who is working on her friends house. Now I think that she thinks this guy is not up to her standards. Now come on, he's only a painter! I think he has his own business but I'm not sure. But she has made every excuse why she don't want to go out with him. First, he's to skinny, he's not that cute, he's a smoker, her face is broke out.I'm sure he wouldn't be able to lavish her in the lifestyle she is used to.(living with her parents). Forget that he might be a really nice guy, he might really be good to her kid (which is what this kid needs badly, a guy in his life). Like yesterday when we get back to our room with DB. She is so worried about her hair and makeup because it was so windy outside and blew her hair all over her head.Now its the end of the workday so who cares what it looks like now, right? Oh no, I have to pick up my son at his private school and the "rich parents" will see me. Oh my! I said who gives a shit? Why do you care what they think? She said, "Oh but I do care". I told her one day she will see that what people think don't mean diddly squat. Now I know why she is divorced, her husband couldn't stand being married to her and her mother! Ok now I feel better. Lisa, you were right, I did have a lot to say!

Friday, October 13, 2006

We have a nut that works with us. We call her "crazy"! Why you ask, maybe you didn't but I'll tell you anyway. She has her nose into everything. If someone lets a fart she has to know WHO did it or what for or why? Plus she is crazy! She thinks she has a boyfriend (we don't), she thinks people likes her(we don't) and so on. So I am in the lead chase(all alone I might add) with Demon Boy. Where every body else is I have no clue. I am the one with the bad knees and I'm keeping up with Demon Boy. What the @#$%? Oh, I need to back up and tell you we carry walkie-talkies for emergencies just like this one. Well my friend Kim is trying to find out where we are (me and DB)and I am trying to run and catch up to him and keep him from mowing over other students.So I tell her and she is trying to hear me over all the commotion. But in all the confusion she can't hear me.She is even hollering "Where the hell are you" and she don't usually curse.Ha! Ha! This is where it gets good. By this time I have DB under control and walking to the football field (oh yea he still thinks he going to the football game and who am I to tell him no).I hear YELLING coming from the walkie-talkie and I can't really tell who or what it is, much less what they are saying, so I ignore it. Anyway we get to the field and get DB settled in. Others have caught up except Kim and "crazy". You guessed it,somehow "crazy" got hold of the walkie-talkie and was YELLING trying to find me and DB. Now "crazy" knows nothng of this kid nor him of her.(Except he kbows that she's crazier than he is)By the time Kim and "crazy" gets down there, she (crazy) feels "faint" WAH! I know you think I am mean, but I'm not. She sits on the ground on top of my feet and leans against my legs. Now did I tell her to? No, as a matter of fact I ask her in between her feeling as if she's blacking out, in, out, if she were comfortable sitting on my feet. The nurse gets there and checks her pulse and kind of looks at her like there really is not anything wrong. Oh and one of the other dingbats(can you guess who?) that works with us is sitting in front of her asking her if she should call 911. Duh "crazy" don't know.This is coming from a person who supposedly has a heart condition but if she passes out at work, we are suppose to try and track her dad down to see what he thinks we should do. Now here is my thought on this. If I had a heart condition, I would not be chasing anyone or screaming on a walkie-talkie. But this heart condition might be like her boyfriend. We don't have evidence of that either. Now I'm not saying she has to die to prove she has a heart condition but...............just kidding. Well she was well enough to go back in the building so she could be the first to tell of our fiasco (for lack of a better word) before anyone else could tell the story. When I finally get back inside several teachers ask me if I found the "lost boy". Lost, my ass,lost was one thing he never was. All you had to do was follow the path of distruction he left. Ok I'm really tired tonight but tomorrow I have a whole other person I want to talk about. This one is really starting to piss me off almost as much as 'crazy"


What a day! This might be an understatement. Let me just say that when one of our colleuges(?) is off, it really makes a biggggggggggggg difference. Well, except with the exception of one or two. When those certain few are out, we don't even know it until the next day when they tell us. But today we had the three that holds the rest of us together either off or in a meeting with the parent from HELL! After today, I think I am retiring.I think I can make a fine living on $300 a month social security My other friend, Kim already put her resignation in. We have this certain child, we'll call him "Spanky" for obvious reasons.But maybe after today, Demon Boy would be a better name for him. Actually, the day was going fairly smooth because no demands were being put on him. You see he is Autistic and has Downs Syndrome so I'm sure he can't help all of his behavior but,some of it I think he can. We were told by his former teacher (who I'm not sure of her motives yet) that this kid "loves" pep assembly's. Well I'm not sure about this Autistic kid, but most of them hates alot of noise. Yea you guessed it, he went berserk, jumped right off the deep end, went postal to say the least. It's a good thing he didn't have a gun. Or maybe he was just pissed cause the seniors won spirit week. (He's not a senior). He took off running pushing or beating anything that got in his way. I felt really sorry for the other "normal" kids. This one poor girl got hit so hard it knocked the wind out of her, she was crying. Of course everyone that was with me is scared of him. But me being the nut that I am, I chase him so he won't run out of the building and into the street and beat up a car.Anyway.........................................

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

OK, now that I have been trying to be a good blogger, it seems that some of you (and you know who you are) are slackers. I have been trying to be reponsible. Now I know what you mean when you say I check everyday and again there was nothing there. If yous guys are not careful, I just might have to "spank you".

Monday, September 25, 2006

This is upsetting but I thought I should pass it along. Check your drivers license. Now you can see anyone's Driver's License on the Internet, including your own! I just searched for mine and there it was. . . picture and all!! Thanks Homeland Security! Where are our rights? I definitely removed mine. I suggest you do the same...Go to the web site and check it out. Just enter your name, city and state to see if yours is on file. After your license comes on the screen, click the box marked "Please Remove". This will remove it from public viewing, but not from law enforcement.

You know how when you're driving and you see a traffic jam, you try to avoid it? Well, can I say that I was already on the exit ramp to get off before I noticed all the stopped traffic. If I had been paying attention I would not have gotten off of the ramp. But no, as usually I was daydreaming about god knows what or who. So, here I sit in traffic for 25 minutes with my Edy's "special edition" Bengals ice cream that cost me $3.00 for a sniff and it is melting. But, I did call my sweetie to let him know of my good intentions and tell him I would be home soon with his vanilla/fudgy swirl/with little caramel filled footballs SOUP! Oh how he loves me just for the thought.(Touchdown) Any other day I would not have ice cream sitting in my car melting, as I never ever never buy ice cream. Anyway after about 20 minutes of sitting there not moving and not knowing why I'm not moving, I see about 10 police cars, 10-15 cops on cycles 4-5 presidential cars, and behind them was 4-5 SUV's with guys hanging out the windows with automatic(I assume) gun, coming up the interstate where I have not seen anybody come up for 20-25 minutes. Now it is after my bedtime cause being the nice person I am, I am baking cookies for one of my co-workers b-day. My sweetie said it must be for my boyfriend since I was staying up late and baking him cookies. Oh how I needed a good laugh!

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Did the Bengals kick butt or what? Bengals 34, Browns 17.

My friends are so funny, they get the biggest thrills when I update my blog. So I decided to thrill them again. Of course, I did say I was gonna try and get back on track. Well I live in a nut-house, it's hard to find time. Sometimes, I feel like I really don't have much to say even though I talk all the time.

Monday, September 04, 2006

I am a very bad blogger. Bad, bad me. I was reading my friends blogs and thinking how much fun. I feel like I am really out of the loop, so I am going to try and get better. I only had 185 e-mails, now thats bad. You guys are so good. I did paint a cement basket I had outside and planted mums in it. That was only on my to do list all summer. This weekend went way to fast. Heck my whole life goes to fast. (Breathe in, breathe out!) OK I forgot how to spell that thing that I do with my lungs. Anyway we had our first family reunion here in Ohio, we had a whoppin 24 people! That sounds like alot but when you have seven kids in a family and they have kids and they have kids, etc......... Oh well.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Once again I am house/dog sitting. Time for a little peace and quiet. This time I also am checkin in on "Charlie". She's my black lab friend, sorry Sami, but I do have other friends. I know you thought you was the only one. I think I might quit my job at school and do this for a livin! I think I like my dogs better than most of the kids. But I would miss some of them, like my little Travis. I love that kid. Oh well I must stop for now. I need to go watch some uninterupted T.V. I don't think I've watched a show all the way through since I was here before. My mom's right I do need to take care of me.........

Yes, she (my mom) finally did have one of her surgery's. She did very well so now maybe she will have the major one that will save her life. It's funny what people say when they are coming out of anesthesia. Of coarse I stayed with her friday night and of coarse she woke from the anestetic at 11p.m. And of coarse she was up for the night. My leg was killing me and naturally I was complaining. She raised her head up enough to say "Well did you tell the nurse?" I said, Mom they don't care about my leg. She said maybe they would give me something. Yea right mom maybe they'll share your pain medicine with me. Then she preceded to tell me I should tell Dr. Miller about my leg. Now I'm not sure but I'm thinking that a vascular surgeon really don't care about my bum knee.! When I told her this in a nice way, she got a little upset with me telling me that I had no right to tell her how to take care of herself when I didn't even take care of myself. Well here's a thought if I wasn't busy taking care of her, maybe I would be taking care of myself......thank you very much!!!!! Mom' gotta love em.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Well, it looks like it is a go! My mom will hopefully have her surgery this friday. My last two summers have been vacation free waiting on my "mother" to ---- or get off the pot. Mothers, you gotta love them, no matter what. I was bitchin and moanin to Rick about my mom. He said be glad she's the way she is. She could be like my mom. We think she's getting early alzheimers. He's right, my mom can drive me nuts, but she is the only mom I will ever have and I Love her!!!!

Friday, June 16, 2006

Today is my last day of peace and quiet! Wah!!!!!! Sami is still protecting me. She is great, I love her. The boys are sweet too, but Sami just is a doll baby. She is tickled to see me everytime. If I walk across the room to get a drink and come back, she acts like I've been gone forever. She holds her own with the boys too. Bubba don't care if I'm here or not as long as he gets his food and his treats. Zeke stays up in his room waiting for his "Mother". He comes down every now and again to check to see if "she" has returned, wags his tail at me, then goes back up. Oh well, we all should have someone that loyal.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Well I made it through the second night and nothing has come out of the basement and gotten me. What a relief! Sami is still guarding the door just in case. When she goes outside, she peers in the basement windows to make sure I am safe. Good dog!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I finally have a moment to catch up on my blogging! I am officially a dog/house sitter this week. There is no one here to holler for me to get them ANYTHING! The dogs are busy running in and out doing there thing. Every now and then, one of them runs in to "check" on me. Mostly it's Zeke, I think that is because he is the biggest momma's boy. Every now and then all of them takes of running and starts barking like they are going to eat somebody . This is fine except if it happens in the middle of the night around 1:30-ish. I'm not saying I'm a chicken, but........I am use to living in a basement apartment, not a big ole house with doors and windows everywhere and a basement. Can I just say that I hate basements, (ironically, I live in one). I think maybe someone locked me there as a child. Wouldn't you know that when I first got here yesterday, Sami, the little feisty one was sitting at the basement door. She would not leave the door, she was glued to it making me wonder if someone had snuck in while I was gone and was waiting in the basement to come up and get me when I was asleep. And of coarse Bubba just don't care about anything, he's just as laid back as can be. I know that two of you who are reading this and laughing at me cause you know how I am. I officially started my new job this summer as a dog sitter last week. Charlie is also my new best friend, we played ball, pooped, played some more ball, etc......... Can I just say I have four new best friend and "ILOVETHEM".

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Graduation Day

This is for my beautiful neice, Mandy. Congrats baby you did it! I am so proud of you and I love you very much.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

I watched the Oprah show last Wednesday with Elie Wiesel. He is a survivor of the Holocaust.
I am definitely going to read this book during my summer vacation.

Check out this link.

(See, Mrs. Hanke, I updated my blog with the help of Mrs. Orfield.)

Monday, April 10, 2006

I hadn't even heard of blogging, (even though I think it is cool as hell, not that hell is cool, or so I've heard). I heard about it at work through one of my friends. But here is my first attempt at it. It is probably going to sound like I'm rambling but it will get better, I promise. This is a neat way to put down into words how I feel(hey there's a song there) or what I am thinking. I will have to give it some thought and come up with something creative to put on here. I told you, it will get better. These little darlin's would be our children now that all of ours are grown.