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Category Archives: Whinging
I wonder what I did to Karmically deserve this.
The other night, SB wanted to go out for dinner, but I wanted to stay in. We compromised by going to one of those fancy grocery stores for various treats to eat while watching a movie. When we pulled up to … Continue reading
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Neighborhood Treats
So…the neighbor. You may recall my frustrations with the fucking blue tarp? Yeah. Check out his latest.. Late August Originally uploaded by picture_ho. About THREE WEEKS AGO, he spent an hour or so pressure washing this large spot on the … Continue reading
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That fucking blue tarp.
Our neighbor’s house is in pretty bad shape. It looks like it’s falling down. It is not the most lovely view, as you can imagine. Right after we moved in, however, he came over and apologized for the state of … Continue reading
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Oh, I just felt like a change…
Not really. Here’s what happened. One of my friends started a blog and picked the same template I was using. Yes, I realize thousands of people are using that template, but for some reason, it just bugged me. So I … Continue reading
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Workin’ in a Coal Mine
I have a regular customer service J-O-B. I could tart it up for you, like I do in cover letters and resumes, but essentially, I work with THE PUBLIC. It is my belief that people who have to interact with … Continue reading
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Instant Karma
Last night, I did one of my favorite things, I went through all my doubles of pictures and wrote nice cards and had everything all ready to go to post this morning on the way to work. I love sending … Continue reading
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When can I be a real grown up who doesn’t have to work on Saturdays?
My j-o-b does have it’s perks. This is not where I list those, however. This is where I whinge about having to work on Saturdays. The older I get the more WRONG it seems to leave pajamas and coffee and … Continue reading
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I need an ass kicking
I have the winter doldrums. Badly. I really need to go to the gym and also write cover letters and resumes but it is much easier to sit around complaining about the weight I’ve gained and my job that sucks. … Continue reading
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Tool of Satan
SB has started another fitness regime and insisted on buying a scale. I’m very opposed to scales. What’s the point? Either your jeans fit, or they don’t. I really don’t need any additional confirmation. But SB’s plan wants him to weigh himself and … Continue reading
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