Life as a reformed Zookeeper. Now living a life as a working mother who dabbles in karate, scrapbooking, and Coors Light!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

It's Not Rocket Science....

....if I hear that one more time from one of my co-workers here, I just might have to hit this person. It freaking hurts my feelings. Sometimes people around this office open their yap wide up before they think, and don't realize the consequences.

....On a much lighter note, I went to lunch with a friend today. It was actually my old boss. We chatted a little about what I do here, and she told me the gossip from the old job. She's been traveling extensively because of the new work they've been doing with my old team. She actually went to Paris last month! She brought me back the most beautiful rosary from Notre Dame. And last week she went with her husband and son to Graceland. So I got an Elvis pen, too. Too cute and way fun. I miss her, you know.

....and on a much heavier note again, I'm planning to kick some Judy-neighbor ass. Oy! If you will read back through the comments the past few days, you'll know why. Judy is one of the best momma's I know, so everyone needs to say a few nice words of encouragement to her. Fucking bitch of a neighbor.


Anonymous Judy said...

You know, it used to be in the old days that when you went on a tour of Graceland that they did not let you into the kitchen. I always thought that was soooo funny. people used to claim to see him alive "I saw Elvis at the Grocery Store!" the National Enquirer would claim. It made since to me, heavy set man that he was, if he was alive, of course he would be in the kitchen or at the grocery!

5:49 PM

Blogger nain said...

I heard on VH1 a while back that there's this story that one day Elvis and his friends flew all the way out to Utah or something like that to get this really gross sandwich where it's basically PB&J and bacon or something gross like that.....yummy, right?

9:16 PM

Anonymous Judy said...

Yes, I think that story is true. And Neighbor M once fed me a PB and Bacon sandwich. I guess her mom made them for her kids when they were growing up. I didn't like it. Maybe this is something I should believe in: Never trust a person who feeds you PB and Bacon.

1:21 PM

Blogger nain said...

Yeah, maybe that's why neighbor M is such a bitch. :-)

4:21 PM

Blogger nain said...

I need alcohol. Lots of alcohol.

7:44 PM

Blogger Auntie said...

I would say to the "It's Not Rocket Science..."

"I am not an engineer so I wouldn't know anything about rocket science...but if you explain it to me once, I am sure my educated brain from (insert college name here) could comprehend and therefore not have to ask how to do it again."

I just finished reading a would be something she, the author, would say...GO FOR IT! I bet if everytime she said it and you repeated what I wrote each time, the bitch would get the idea...

11:36 AM


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