“What the F*ck?” Wednesday

I was playing with sweet little Scarlett’s toes and noticed what looked like a small cut on the bottom of her foot. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a splinter…but then I realized it was a HAIR. A hair, but a splinter! A hair splinter? WTF??

Of course, Dan thought I was out of my mind, so I did an Internet search and found a few websites that mentioned such a thing….apparently hair stylists and dog groomers occasionally have this bizarre experience too.

So, I got out the tweezers and after a few minutes, I had the damn thing out. It was one of our bulldog’s hairs. Can you frickin’ believe that?

I know it’s blurry, but that red line on her foot is where a hair was embedded. ICK!

It tastes like cardboard, but…

My company does a lot of work with our local food bank, so last week my department spent an afternoon filling bags of food for school children (who are participants in the school lunch program) to eat over the weekend. It was very rewarding…and sad…but then, as always, I found some humor in the situation.


We were walking by the rows and rows of food, when I noticed several HUGE boxes full of NutriSystem food.

These pictures don’t do the boxes justice….they are like 6 feet wide by 5 foot deep, and filled to the top with crappy NutriSystem food. (And I can say that because I tried NutriSystem earlier this year and made it for about a week before I couldn’t handle it any more. Of course I didn’t think to throw my extras in the food bank barrel at the grocery store…mine went directly into the trash can.)

So, I never got the chance to ask, but I wonder if they are distributing this food to the hungry. (If you’ve never had NutriSystem food, let me explain that nothing requires refrigeration…not the hamburgers or the chicken or the fish…think MRE, but not as tasty.)

What do you think? Would you be pissed if you got a box of diet food from the food bank?

On a side note…kudos to Continental Airlines. They are now boxing up all the uneaten snacks and sending them to the food bank (they used to throw them out!). So the kiddos got some good snacks…peanuts, raisins, granola bars, cookies and the occasional snack-sized candy…that they weren’t getting before.

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday

I received this letter in the mail with my August water bill. You are more than welcome to click on the image to get a full-size, readable version, but let me sum it up for you.

Dear People who use water in Pearland
Over FIVE months ago we started putting some crappy chemical in your water supply that will kill your fish. It will also kill you if you have kidney problems and use a dialysis machine. Good luck with that.

Sincerely,
The Dumbasses who run The City of Pearland


WTF? So, I am now curious how many fish and/or people have died so far…and what idiot didn’t think it was important to send this out, oh I don’t know, maybe BEFORE they made the change?

I’m not sure, but…

…I think my company may know something we don’t know.

These hand sanitizers magically appeared at every entry way recently. And I just noticed that my badge has an Avian Flu/Pandemic hotline on the back.

Hmmm
….

I am so f*cking OVER you…

SHOES.

I don’t know what the deal is, but this is the second pair of shoes that has crapped out on me at work. (I’ve only been working for 31 days!)



Last time, the heel came off, and the strap was attached in between the heel and the sole, so I was walking around barefoot until lunchtime. Today, I am just making a very loud “THAP THAP THAP” noise as I walk the halls…unless I carefully slide my foot without lifting it up. (But then people might think I am making fun of the handicapped, so I should probably stop that.)

I attempted to glue my shoe back together, but all I managed to do was glue the bottom of my pants to the top half of my shoe. TGIF.

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday

I have my first major complaint since being back in the Corporate world. There is some inconsiderate nincompoop sitting in a cube far, far away, that insists on popping their gum at random times during the day.

WTF, coworker? Surely you know how annoying that is. Surely you realize we can ALL hear you. Surely you are pissing off the people who sit within the vicinity of your cube, not just me, the person way down the hall. (And WTF, gum snapper’s neighbors? Grow some cahones and say something, please!)

Got any annoying office behavior to share with me?

Only in Texas

I was reading this morning that a small Texas town will be allowing teachers and school staff, who have a license and crisis training, to bring firearms to school. At first, I was like “Here is my next WTF? Wednesday!” But then as I read further, it started to seem like an idea I might entertain if I lived in this town.

The school is in an area that takes emergency responders 30 minutes to reach…and with all the things that happen in schools these days. Well, what do you think?

Here are a few links to the story:

http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSN1538661720080815

http://texomashomepage.com/content/fulltext/?cid=12711

“What the F*ck?” Wednesday


I like sausage, but this is ridiculous. WTF is up with all the sausage at my HEB? These are 30′ coolers filled with nothing but sausage….60 feet of sausage! Where are all these sausage eaters coming from? Am I the only person not eating sausage on a regular basis?
The real “WTF?” part is that the teeny, tiny cooler of chicken was only like 6′ long.

No More Debbie Downer

The last 10 days were total crap. Just ask my husband…who has been forced to deal with all of my blubbering, waxing philosophical, and general bitchiness, in addition to his usual man-of-the-house duties.

But look what he did anyway! These showed up on my desk this afternoon and made it the best Monday ever. Somebody SO knows how to get laid.

Quit seducing me, Starbuck’s!

First, they infiltrate my building. But they don’t make Mocha Frappacino’s because of the noise factor, so I haven’t been going down every day. So, they intice me with a drive-thru just a few blocks away. And now, they are pulling this crap on me.

The guy at the window lovingly handed me my receipt and said “If you come by after 2:00 today, you can get that frappacino for only $2.17.”

Damn you, Starbuck’s, and your delicious 500-calorie drinks that are only $2 after 2:00!