Oh... the Horror!
Yeah, nothing really shocking, just bored this evening.
I've been recuperating from being sick, I swear, there's something in my house, or better yet, The Morgue, that's been keeping me sick.
Anyway, I went to work today like a good little girl and promptly sat on my ass for the remainder of the day. Ok, I got up a few times to stretch my legs and walk around a bit, but for the most part did a whole heck of a lot of nothing. As did Hubby.
The Kid was at work today. Apparently this will probably turn into a regular thing, as he was recently laid off from his other full-time job. Awesome, that means I don't have to clean any floors other than my own. Heh. I always like that. I don't like doing floors. Sweeping, Mopping, Scrubbing or otherwise.
During all of my horribly busy time at work, Hubby and Cryptkeeper played a game of "pin the ethernet cable to the wall", which didn't turn out so well. They hit the cord so many times with the staple gun that it didn't work by the time that it got to the other computer in the consultation room. Go figure. It looked as if 5-year olds had tacked it to the wall anyway.
To keep myself from sheer and utter boredom, I decided to get online a while, check my email, read a bit of the news, where I find, to my SHOCK and AMAZEMENT (can you tell that's DRIPPING with sarcasm?) I find that - OH MY GOD... Britney Spears has filed for divorce from Kevin Federline (and his self-proclaimed powername - aka:"K-Fed").
Ha. Stupid little twit should have known better than to marry the second guy she fucked around with AND get pregnant by him, despite the fact that the LAST girlfriend/baby's-mama was STILL pregnant by him as well.
Sorry, but I hope they find a loophole in that "concrete prenuptual agreement" they're all talking about. I mean seriously, he's been living like a rockstar and has gotten used to it, maybe she should pay some spousal support there. And with all of poor little Sean Preston's injuries in his first year of life at the hands of the bleach-blonde dumbass, maybe he should take the kids (goodness knows he's not getting the other ones). That way she can pay some paternal child support, too, especially seeing as she's treated his other kids like royalty, too... they won't know what to do without a Dolce outfit and Chanel sheets for Christmas! Heaven forbid they go without due to daddy's shortcomings.
So, on from there, I peer around the computer to watch the three stooges trying to figure out where exactly the wire had been hit the worst to try and patch it back together. The Kid is practically staring off into space as if he's high... which oddly, he's not. Hubby's up on a folding chair with a pocket knife trying to splice wires. And Cryptkeeper is standing, arms folded, looking at his hands as if he's trying to figure out what tattoo will look good there. They all switch positions slightly, and then turn back around immediately and go right back to what they are doing.
I'm surprised that the chair wasn't folding under Hubby and the other two weren't walking headfirst into one another. Yet. Although the folding chair never ended up eating Hubby's legs, The Kid and Cryptkeeper all of the sudden BOTH instantaneously get an idea and both turn around and nearly smack foreheads.
DUH... you couldn't tell he was a foot from you when you were talking to him?
So The Kid LITERALLY gets sent to his room like a small child being grounded. He sits in the corner quietly and draws until nearly closing time.
In the meanwhile, Cryptkeeper goes outside for a smoke to calm him completely shot nerves from the near-death experience. The Kid's girlfriend shows back up with Mini Kid (actually her son, not his). Mini Kid is sent to "babysit" dad because he's still grounded at this point.
For the past few weeks, The Kid has been TRYING DESPERATELY to get me to pierce his girlfriend, but I kept refusing because she didn't want it. Well, today, while he was in his little cage in the back, she decided that since he'd finally shut up about it, she'd get it done. As long as I didn't say anything.
When he left, he was still clueless. When we went to the piercing room, across the hall from his little prison, he didn't even look up from his drawing and Mini Kid was swingin' the whip at him. OK, so he wasn't beating stepdad, but he may as well have been. Mini Kid is very quiet... and seems evil. I haven't figured it out yet. He's three. Maybe he has to grow into all of that demonic spirit.
After piercing The Kid's girlfriend (my whopping second piercing of the day), I went back to my online news. In local news, amazingly, a man who "ACCIDENTALLY" fatally shot his wife FIVE TIMES had his trial postponed today. Because, supposedly, his counsel (who was appointed in something like April of 2006) didn't "have enough time to go over the facts and evidence surrounding the trial". Holy crap... how long does this have to go before someone wises up and deals with it correctly? C'mon... he was appointed at the time that the shooting happened, why is the judge letting this happen?
Hey, at least we still have the Governator, right?
I've been recuperating from being sick, I swear, there's something in my house, or better yet, The Morgue, that's been keeping me sick.
Anyway, I went to work today like a good little girl and promptly sat on my ass for the remainder of the day. Ok, I got up a few times to stretch my legs and walk around a bit, but for the most part did a whole heck of a lot of nothing. As did Hubby.
The Kid was at work today. Apparently this will probably turn into a regular thing, as he was recently laid off from his other full-time job. Awesome, that means I don't have to clean any floors other than my own. Heh. I always like that. I don't like doing floors. Sweeping, Mopping, Scrubbing or otherwise.
During all of my horribly busy time at work, Hubby and Cryptkeeper played a game of "pin the ethernet cable to the wall", which didn't turn out so well. They hit the cord so many times with the staple gun that it didn't work by the time that it got to the other computer in the consultation room. Go figure. It looked as if 5-year olds had tacked it to the wall anyway.
To keep myself from sheer and utter boredom, I decided to get online a while, check my email, read a bit of the news, where I find, to my SHOCK and AMAZEMENT (can you tell that's DRIPPING with sarcasm?) I find that - OH MY GOD... Britney Spears has filed for divorce from Kevin Federline (and his self-proclaimed powername - aka:"K-Fed").
Ha. Stupid little twit should have known better than to marry the second guy she fucked around with AND get pregnant by him, despite the fact that the LAST girlfriend/baby's-mama was STILL pregnant by him as well.
Sorry, but I hope they find a loophole in that "concrete prenuptual agreement" they're all talking about. I mean seriously, he's been living like a rockstar and has gotten used to it, maybe she should pay some spousal support there. And with all of poor little Sean Preston's injuries in his first year of life at the hands of the bleach-blonde dumbass, maybe he should take the kids (goodness knows he's not getting the other ones). That way she can pay some paternal child support, too, especially seeing as she's treated his other kids like royalty, too... they won't know what to do without a Dolce outfit and Chanel sheets for Christmas! Heaven forbid they go without due to daddy's shortcomings.
So, on from there, I peer around the computer to watch the three stooges trying to figure out where exactly the wire had been hit the worst to try and patch it back together. The Kid is practically staring off into space as if he's high... which oddly, he's not. Hubby's up on a folding chair with a pocket knife trying to splice wires. And Cryptkeeper is standing, arms folded, looking at his hands as if he's trying to figure out what tattoo will look good there. They all switch positions slightly, and then turn back around immediately and go right back to what they are doing.
I'm surprised that the chair wasn't folding under Hubby and the other two weren't walking headfirst into one another. Yet. Although the folding chair never ended up eating Hubby's legs, The Kid and Cryptkeeper all of the sudden BOTH instantaneously get an idea and both turn around and nearly smack foreheads.
DUH... you couldn't tell he was a foot from you when you were talking to him?
So The Kid LITERALLY gets sent to his room like a small child being grounded. He sits in the corner quietly and draws until nearly closing time.
In the meanwhile, Cryptkeeper goes outside for a smoke to calm him completely shot nerves from the near-death experience. The Kid's girlfriend shows back up with Mini Kid (actually her son, not his). Mini Kid is sent to "babysit" dad because he's still grounded at this point.
For the past few weeks, The Kid has been TRYING DESPERATELY to get me to pierce his girlfriend, but I kept refusing because she didn't want it. Well, today, while he was in his little cage in the back, she decided that since he'd finally shut up about it, she'd get it done. As long as I didn't say anything.
When he left, he was still clueless. When we went to the piercing room, across the hall from his little prison, he didn't even look up from his drawing and Mini Kid was swingin' the whip at him. OK, so he wasn't beating stepdad, but he may as well have been. Mini Kid is very quiet... and seems evil. I haven't figured it out yet. He's three. Maybe he has to grow into all of that demonic spirit.
After piercing The Kid's girlfriend (my whopping second piercing of the day), I went back to my online news. In local news, amazingly, a man who "ACCIDENTALLY" fatally shot his wife FIVE TIMES had his trial postponed today. Because, supposedly, his counsel (who was appointed in something like April of 2006) didn't "have enough time to go over the facts and evidence surrounding the trial". Holy crap... how long does this have to go before someone wises up and deals with it correctly? C'mon... he was appointed at the time that the shooting happened, why is the judge letting this happen?
Hey, at least we still have the Governator, right?
posted by Apparently Crazy at 10:05 PM
1 Comments:
So, Britney is back on the market...Hmmmmm....
Cool blog! I'll be back to read more!
Rock ON!
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