Ernesto

I have a post all typed up and sitting in draft.

It explains what one (meaning ‘me’) goes through when preparing for a hurricane. It even has a couple pictures I snapped with my camera phone. That post will have to wait because I have some other things to do before I can get to editing it for clarity.

In the meantime, if I fail to update this blog for the next couple of days, you know why.

Another ‘Damn Spammers’ Post

Akismet spam comment count - 10,019 Since I first installed Askismet with my WP upgrade exactly 2 months ago, 10,019 spam comments have been eaten with not a single false positive. What a milestone.

Hooray for Akismet! Boo for spammers — I hope rabid gremlins gnaw your face off while you sleep.

Can’t Beat The System? Cheat The System.

Little girl cheating

Before you start thinking that this is one bad little girl, it wasn’t her fault, it was her mother who told her to go up there and throw the ball “in the small hole”.

Instead, maybe she should have been teaching her daughter that our actions can influence those around us — positively or negatively.

Little girl and boy cheating

(Please excuse the quality of the photos, they were quickly taken with my camera-phone — which I seem to be doing a lot lately.)

Are you sure you don’t just want to go and pick up 4,047 more mangoes?

When the cashier yelped, I had no idea what was going on, until I looked up at the monitor to see my bill’s total growing past $3,500 and change. Panic and fear set in as I took a quick inventory of the products in my basket (thinking maybe I slipped a diamond necklace in there or something…though I’m not quite sure they sell those at grocery stores).

Grocery Store Total

Finally, the total stopped going up and starting going down. It seems that my 4 measly mangoes weren’t good enough for the clerk and he decided I needed 4,051. The number started going down only because the mangoes were on sale and the computer was deducting $0.29 for every single pair of the 4,051 mangoes.

After explaining to the store manager that I really love mangoes, but not quite that much, she crashed the computer and started checking me out again…making sure to type in 4 mangoes before she let the cashier take over.

Everyone got a good chuckle out of it and life was once again right.

Who says grocery shopping can’t be fun? :D

Nap Time

Sleep is overrated, or I’ll sleep when I’m dead; those are my mottoes. For the past few days, sleep has become a distant memory.

Sometimes I wish I could revert back to kindergarten and have nap time. You know what? I think I will.

From this moment until sometime in the early evening, Teli is officially 5 years old and if you disturb her while she’s having nap time, she will be very cranky. So cranky, she may even bite your finger off. Okay, she won’t bite your finger off, but she’ll still be very cranky.

Long live nap time!

The Water Bra

I think I’ve been living in a cave or something because I had no idea that they made things called water bras.

While running a few errands, I happen into the bra/underwear section and see something with the word water on the tag. This made me very curious. Being the touchy-feely person that I am, I immediately grabbed it off the rack and started playing with it. (My mother always had to smack my fingers and say, “See with your eyes, not with your hands.” Guess I didn’t learn.)

While I’m playing with this bra in complete awe, I hear laughter coming from somewhere behind me. I turn to see who it is and it happens to be one of the very male store employees cracking up because I’m fondling this bra like a wide-eyed psychopath.

I know what it must have looked like to him, and believe me, it didn’t look good. Let this be a lesson to you, always be aware of your surroundings and who’s watching you.

Musing About Blog Entries

I’m starting to think that no blog entry should be more than 400 words in length. Actually, a blog entry with no point should be no longer than 400 words in length. That’s more than enough room to say nothing.

Best Way To Get Me To Agree To Something?

Call me really early in the morning (wake me up if you can), then plead like a young child until I become so aggravated, I just say ‘fine’.*

It appears I’ll be heading to Orlando at the end of the month. When I said I was ready for a vacation, I was talking about Australia. Ah, well. Hopefully this time, I won’t be stuck in the magic kingdom. ::shudder::

* This method only works if I like you, and works best if you’re on my ‘love you’ list. All others will have their ear chewed off via telephonic device. You’ve been warned.

My Blood’s No Good

Each year, sometimes twice, I try to donate blood. I figure, I’m helping someone out who needs it and every time, they tell me the same thing, “you just made it.” Meaning, my blood iron levels just barely eked by.

You see, I’m anemic. I’m supposed to take very large quantities of iron. Quantities that would probably kill (or maim) small animals and young children. Today, I didn’t take my supplements and it’s come back to bite me in the ass.

The blood donation people were so happy to see me come in (I’m thinking it was a slow day). They prepped me, abused my finger, and then apologized. Their voodoo magic didn’t work this time and my iron wasn’t even high enough to pretend I could donate.

And I was so looking forward to the juice and cookies they give you afterwards. Ah well, can’t say I didn’t try.

Off to take my iron now…maybe they’ll be there tomorrow.

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