It’s OUR tree and ya gotta go through us to take it down!
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Mewwie Kwithmuth!
Y’all be good, love each other, and behave yourselves.
See you on the flipside!
Oh I’m a happy happy girl.
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Late Mutterings
- Health :: food
- Tacky :: clothes
- Heels :: clicking
- Yay! :: You DID IT!
- Model :: airplane
- Gather :: ’round, lil children.
- Best gift ever :: my babies
- Clients :: are awesome.
- Stomp :: my foot
- Clothing :: optional
Freshly served mutterings!
- Interview :: With a Vampire
- Army :: Wife
- Unwrap :: presents
- Evolve :: constantly
- Bus :: stop
- The real thing :: Ain’t nothin’ like
- Streak :: The fastest thang on two feet
- Gorge :: Linville
- Spicy :: chipotle
- Course :: meal
What not to Wear: Home Edition
t’s time for my closet to get reorganized again. Hanging: the clothes that passed the “I love it, AND it still fits decently” test. Below? The WNTW trashcan, destined for donation. Not shown: the two baskets waiting to be folded/hung, and the loads in the washer/dryer.
Anyone want to send me on a shopping spree?
Okay, not really. If you know me, you know I’d rather be shot than go shopping this time of year.
Our Lady of Perpetual Laundry
The laundry is my chore, I shall not want.
The children lie down in green pastures; they splash in muddy waters.
The wash restoreth my clothes: it leadeth me in the paths of cleanliness for all my time.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the depths of the closet, I will fear no stink: for my soap is with me; my washer and dryer, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me for folding: thou annointest my head with sweat; my basket runneth over.
Surely dirty clothes and clean clothes shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the laundryroom for ever.
Performancing Frustrations.
Performancing.com asked their readers to comment and potentially get interviewed.
Okay, so I read Performancing and wanted to see what they’d come up with. I’ve been blogging since 2004, that must count for *something*, right?
Their comments are registration-locked. Fine, whatever. I’ve filled out hundreds of other forms like this, it’s no big deal. Only THIS time, I didn’t get the password email when I completed registration. OR when I clicked the “send new password” button. Go check my spambox, which is chock FULL of adverts for p3n1s expansion, but no registration info. Grr. Go BACK to Performancing.com and search the page for their contact button.
>insert kid interruption here<
Get the kids settled and fill out the contact form, letting them know that I didn't receive the email. The reply?
Unfortunately, the passwords are often sent to the “junk” or “spam” filters of your email program. Have you check there?
If not, you’ll need to either request a new password or re-register with an email address that is less prone to think that legitimate email is spam.
Well, HELLO there bp spike. There’s nothing quite like being condescended to, is there? I never would’ve thought to check the spambox before emailing the website.
So, I replied to the email, yes dear gawd YES I checked the spambox. I even logged into the webmail server and checked THEIR spambox. No reply as of yet.
Somehow, I don’t think they want to play with me (and I’m perfectly fine with that). However, should YOU get suckered into registering for their site, be aware of my experience.
Be kind to your Cashier today.
For those of you in the grocery store: We’re sorry you’re standing in line, but if there were anyone else available to run a register, they would BE running one. We know you’re tired and stressed and still have to COOK that cart full of stuff you just bought. No, scanning your discount card again isn’t going to help. Please have your ID in hand unless you’re obviously over 40. You may be a regular customer, but Thanksgiving and Christmas is all a blur and your case of beer isn’t worth getting fired over. When she grunts and groans over moving yet another turkey/ham/case of drinks, your smartass comments about going to the gym aren’t appreciated in any way shape or form. She’s moved the better part of a truckload of each – can you say you’ve moved 2000+ lbs an hour for 6-8 hours?
For those of you in the toy/department store: We know you’re tired and stressed, but it’s not like Christmas Season is a surprise. Stop whining about paying as much for the batteries as you did the toy. When you pick up the toy, write down the size of battery and stop by the dollar store next door. Or? Save your sanity and pick out something that doesn’t require batteries. It’s not the cashier’s fault your “Must Have” toy is sold out – you knew it was a “must have” back before Thanksgiving WHY didn’t you get it then??!!?? Stop stressing over whether or not the kids will like the cartload of stuff you’re picking up. The answer is “NO.”
They want to play in the box it came in.
Keep in mind that your cashier has been standing in front of that stupid boop boop boop reader for what seems like an eternity. She does not psychically know what the sales sign says, nor can she leave her post to go look at it. All she has to look at is the sales paper at her register – and if it’s an in-store deal that’s not ringing up properly it’s not HER fault. There is no Psychic Store Employees Network, just the store manager-on-duty.
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