In Want of a Snow Day

A couple of weeks ago, much of the nation was blanketed with snow. Store closed, schools closed, and only the mail carrier was at work. Not Georgia.

Today, the middle of the country is blanketed with snow and schools are closed. Not Georgia.

Okay, I don't like the cold and that sounds inconsistent with wanting snow, but I want snow right now. I really want snow.

I want to call my boss this morning and say, "Can't come to work. I am snowed in."

If I did that in Georgia, you would know that hell hath frozen over. So instead of taking a real snow day, I am going to treat today as a snow day. I am going to stay in my PJs until lunch, and eat Rocky Road Ice Cream for lunch.

I am going to put my hair in a pony tail, and get bundled up. Then I am going to go outside, spend ten minutes in my fake snow, and come in for hot chocolate. A roaring fire would be nice as well. But this is Georgia where we have to pretend when it is snowing.

Randomness Friday

What a Load of Crap

Okay, people, repeat after me, "What a load of crap." I think people need to get comfortable with that saying. Again, "What a load of crap."

I really wish people would say that phrase more often. Case in point:

The other day, I was on YouTube, and there was this boyfriend-girlfriend LVOG. And the guy was so annoying. He was saying things like, "I am not annoying you. You are choosing to be annoyed."

Okay, girlfriend, repeat after me, "What a load of crap." And if you want to vary the saying up a bit, you can try, "What a load of psycho-bullcrap."

I remember when I was seven years old, traveling with my family across several states. My sister would invade "my side of the car" and place her arm on my arm. She did this to piss me off, and well, it pissed me off. Mission-freaking-accomplished. And in today's age, a psychologist would say, "Leesa, you are allowing your sister to upset you." And all I can think, and could have thought at the time is that my sister is a pain in my ass. And when I was seven, I had a very tiny ass – and like the princess and the pea, even a little annoyance was felt by my little ass.

Now, I don't hate my sister. Well, not for what she did when she was five, but the point is that when people are saying, "I am not annoying. You are choosing your reaction to my stimulus." Please. Sometimes you are just annoying. And when someone is just excusing their own actions, not taking any credit for them, and blaming the person who is the target of said annoyance. Psycho-babble.

Grammar
When I was in school, we talked about words that sounded alike that are spelled differently. Remember, (1) to, (2) too, and (3) two? I remember learning about the differences for years. Years! But there are two words that are one letter different: fiancé and fiancée. And I think the words sound alike as well, but the words are critically different. One of these words includes a penis that seems to always be on the go, and I have a clever way of telling the two words apart. The word that includes the penis is a tad longer. And we all notice penises that are a tad longer. Maybe that's why we never learned this in school. The memory technique is dirty.
Additional Note:I had actually checked out some site to make sure I was right, and I read the definitions wrong. I googled fiancée, and it said, "The first is male, the second female." I thought it meant that fiancée was male and fiancé was female (sort of the opposite of what I thought, but I was not sure). Since I googled it, I assumed the first was the term I googled and it wasn't. So this argument holds no water. I am keeping it simply because it deals with penises.

Pandora
Okay, I am usually the last person in Georgia to hear about anything new, but do you know about Pandora? It is this music site where you basically create your own radio station by telling the website what songs/artists you like.

Okay, it is too much work for me to really spend time on, but I wonder why would you buy music after some sites are giving music out for free. My guess is that you hear it on here, and you buy it. But why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?

Then there is this Yahoo Video, where you can watch free videos. By the way, I like Stacie Orrico, and I do not know who the heck she really is. Okay, I just figured out that Yahoo is charging $6.00/month. Even before this, I am moving from Yahoo to Google. Did I say that out loud? But I was able to see Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" video. I love that song. Shakira is smart, I love the way she sings, she is pretty. A girl crush. Damn. Well, this is the "extra post" for Friday. For those of you who don't care for YouTube.

Please notice the other post below (two for Friday this time).

Brunette with a Bad 'Tude

Okay, unless you want me to unload on you, visit another blog today. I am in a bitchy mood, and I can't control my darned typing fingers. Not that I have fingers for non-typing duties.

Crap, this is as close as I get to wanting to flip off someone.

Google BS
I got the following error when trying to log onto Blogger:

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We apologize for the inconvenience, and hope we'll see you again on Google.

Like I am some kind of malicious virus or something. Bite me, Google. I don't even really know what "bite me" means. It is not like I want someone to snack on my ass. I am pretty sure that is sex, and I need to save sex for my hubbie, even if he is less-than-deserving today. Let's just say if he says the wrong thing today, I will fantasize about doing some serious harm to that man.

Pregnancy Test
I saw a Pregnancy Test online. I love what ~deb said about these quizzes not really being reliable. Not the pregnancy quizzes but quizzes in general. Personally, I would have a random generator assign results after putting the user through a painful data entry obstacle course. But I am a bitch. Anyway, I answered all of the answers correctly except the last one (have you had a positive pregnancy test recently), and my answer was "You are probably not pregnant."

Two comments:

1. Who goes online and answers a bunch of questions to see if they are pregnant, anyway?

2. What irresponsible person actually makes an online pregnancy test quiz?

School Starting
School has started again, and you know, this sort of pisses me off as well. For some reason, when school is out, traffic is so much better. Now I don't drive in the middle of the day, but I imagine those times probably suck a bit. Well, since school has started, traffic is again not-so-good. Not the "not-so-good" in Atlanta; their traffic is really bad. But the not-so-good for small town Savannah.

Sorry this is such a crappy post. I wrote it yesterday, and the picture to the right actually made my day.

The image I used today is Mark's. Mark has lots of photos on Flickr (more than 2,500), and he even has a show in February. I really like his B&W pictures. Thanks for the image, Mark!

Canadian Money Pisses Me Off

Okay, I hate Canadians. I really don't, but I can't stand their money. Let me explain.

Last week, I purchased something at my corner convenience store. Well, the convenience store near work, at least. I go there lots – not every day but for lots of days. When I spend cash, I mostly spend it at this store (I love my credit and debit cards). Anyway, I go to purchase my soda and heroine. Well, my soda, at least. Damn word processor, always adding words for me.

So I purchase my soda and the person at the counter says, "Ma'am, one of these quarters is a Canadian quarter. I can't accept this."

I would like to say two things – or more.

1. American and Canadian quarters are the same size, and because American quarters now have states which have all sorts of crap on them (trees, astronauts, airplanes, and I half-expect Marilyn Monroe on the next one) so I rarely notice the absence of Washington's bust or an eagle as strange.

2. I am in Georgia, a heck of a long way from Canada. And these quarters are in the money supply. This sucks.

3. I know that I can't spend foreign money in America.

And I don't look at my quarters.

Okay, so you are saying that it ends with losing twenty-five cents? Not quite.

I, for whatever reason, did not toss the quarter. I should have.

Several days later, I placed four quarters in a vending machine. The third quarter was that Canadian quarter. Again, I did not know that I was using a Canadian quarter, but because they are different weights, the Canadian quarter fell to the change return immediately.

Since I only had five quarters, four of which were legal tender in the US, I was stuck. So I hit the coin return and got absolutely nothing. Not a single quarter. So that one convenience store clerk who originally gave me the Canadian quarter cost me seventy-five cents. The original quarter and two that the vending machine happily ate.

Heck, at least I got a blog entry for my money. Have a wonderful Tuesday. Darned Elizabeth II and Moose-head money. Why can't Canadian mints be creative and make octagonal money or coins with holes through the center? I am so American-centric.