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FYI: The J.O.B. Revisited

Since I posted about my new job a couple weeks ago, I have been pondering something. Since I now work for the State, I work in a location in which I am legally not allowed to bring my gun. So, basically I'm a sitting duck for a psycho who wants to run amuck at my place of work. I am becoming exceedingly irritated at this fact. I mean, if I worked for some jackass who just didn't want guns in his place of business, I'd still bring that shit anyway. I'd just keep it on the down low. Because, really, it's worth getting fired for--my life that is. And, in reality, my 2nd Amendment right is worth dying for, or it should be, so it is certainly worth getting fired over. It is, after all, what my forefathers fought and died for. But, in this case, I would not only be fired, I'd have broken a law, which would probably prevent me from carrying a gun ANYwhere EVER again in my future--which I hope is somewhat long, being that I'm not old and gray just yet. I just can't get this out of my mind. I love my Surefire E2D, but damn, that just isn't enough!

FYI: The J.O.B.

So, I got this new fancy smancy job working for the State. I won't say doing what so as to somewhat protect myself from getting fired when I make racist comments, bitch about how shitty work is, and say otherwise unscrupulous and immoral things on this here blog. Because, let's face it, you assholes will try to get me fired just because I hate Dagmar.

So, I want to start out my bitching by saying that I can only work 19 hours in a week because I am part-time. According to the State, if you work more than 19 hours, you are eligible for benefits, and they are required to offer them to you. Well, whoopdeefuckingdoo with your benefits. I just need some damn money! My husband's work has much better insurance than the State at a much cheaper cost to us, so I could give two shits about that. I just need some cash!

Now, let me back up and say that I guess I wouldn't be so irritated by this if they hadn't interviewed me for a full-time position that they never got funding established for. Yeah, that's right. AFTER they drug me through THREE. FUCKING. INTERVIEWS. They let me know that funding hadn't been secured, and they weren't sure it would be. Well, lucky me, there just so happened to be a part-time opening because (guess what!) the funding didn't come through. Gotta love it.

FYI: Points of Interest

First of all, I want to apologize for being MIA lately. I would make a POW joke here, but that's something you just don't joke about. I've been very busy and stressed. I have compiled a bulleted list of items that may be of interest to those of you who actually read my blog and give two shits.
  • I am getting married April 24th.
  • I am moving the following weekend. Kill. Me. Now.
  • I am starting a supply teaching (long term substitute) position Wednesday. It will go until June 5th.
  • I start summer classes for nursing June 8th--the Monday after I finish teaching on Friday.
  • I am going to have a stroke/heart attack/nervous breakdown. Actually, I sort of had one already in the unemployment office today, but I'll make a whole post about that because it is just so damn pathetic and typical.
  • I have been trying to at least skim the blogs I really care about, like Monkeydarts, Conservative Women, Conservative Wisdom (when Clay is not completely unreasonable and unrealistically hard headed--no offense), etc, etc. If I didn't list you, it doesn't mean I don't love you, so don't have a fit and delete me like we're in 5th grade.
  • I have been leaving limited comments, but I am trying.
  • I have been posting very infrequently, and I'm sorry. I just don't have enough hours.
  • I miss ya'll, and I appreciate the patience. It really makes my day when you leave me comments. I'm sorry I can't return the favor as much as I should.
  • I am going to go pass out now.

FYI: Whoring Myself Out: Knotted Niceties

I have a new blog. No, this one isn't going anywhere. (I know, you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, weren't you?!) I'll still pitch fits on here on a regular basis. Hell, it's cheaper than therapy. Anywho, that blog, it's for my blankets. I make those cute little knotted fleece throws. Please buy one. I'm broke and jobless. And not above whoring myself out shamelessly like this. LOL.

Please visit Knotted Niceties!

FYI: I'm One of those Shitty Husbands

I forgot my own anniversary! My blog anniversary that is. I've been at this a year now (since Feb 6th). I hope you like it. It is funny. I think I've gained more follower people since I quit ranting and raving about politics. Which makes no sense. Because who the hell wants to hear about me? LOL I know! Anywho, I just want you to know that I haven't read MSN News, AOL News, Yahoo News, Fox News, or any of the like in the past three weeks. And I like it. I am completely out of the loop except for what I learn from your so biased opinions (not a bad thing!). I guess I'll get back to my old ways some day. I hope you stick with me another year to see for yourself. Love you guys!

FYI: I May Not Be Around Much

Brothers and sisters, I have some bad new. I'm upset, I'm angry, and I'm worried. And, I probably won't be around a whole lot for the next little while. I've got to figure things out and get my priorities straight. Blogging is going to be low on that list. I hope. Anyway, kids, I got fired today. In fact, they closed my office completely--so we all got the boot. If you know of anyone that needs a civil engineer--or a fucking janitor for all I care, I need a job--let me know. I have a BS in Biological Engineering and just shy of 2 years experience in civil engineering (water/wastewater). Keep your eyes open for me, I guess. Thanks. It's been real. It's been fun. But, it ain't been real fun. I'll see you guys later.

FYI: HOAs Can Take Away Your Rights

I found this post at A Dark Planet. It's about shitty Home Owner's Associations and their unchecked and absurd power. I don't know what the conclusion to the story is, but I just thought you might relate to the post if you live in a dreaded HOA. I will do my damnedest to never live in one, myself.

FYI: Put On a Happy Face


For those of you with my blog in your reader (especially those that show the picture in there), you will be happy to know I am posting this just for you (especially you DaBlade, even though I said I wouldn't--I was just playing). Yes, I know you all want the penis post out of your peripheral vision as much as the next person. I'll be honest, it made me a little uncomfortable, too. I say "too" because I know it offended some of you. To this I say, "Oh, well." I won't apologize. If it was really that offensive, you don't have the sense of humor my blog requires. That doesn't mean I don't care for you (I do), I just think it is funny, and you don't. A little awkward, sure, but funny nonetheless. I hope by now you've figured out that this truly is a blog about just about everything, and I have a very strange and crude sense of humor. I grew up around the guys, and I just act like a complete idiot all the time (like most guys I know--no offense! LOL! JK!). No biggie. Anywho, if you couldn't take the penis blog, by all means, go. I will miss each and every one of you But, honestly, that sort of thing is just how and who I am. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've decided not to put a fence up for myself, in which I have to stay. I am more of a free-range chicken, if you catch my drift. All-in-all, I just want you to smile and enjoy your day. Sure, it may be a little awkward and weird, but we all need something to take our minds off the truly troublesome issues we all face. I hope you enjoy my blog, and, if you don't, there are tons of great ones out there. Ones without penises. I promise. So, just smile, and have a great day. Love you guys!

FYI: Dear Penis

Since Clay accused me of violating the Fairness Doctrine (see comments), I've been looking for a topic to post that was specifically for the boys. (Girls, please don't read if you are not interested in the male genitalia or are easily grossed out or think that private parts are private or other any such thing. I guess that goes for the boys, too.)

I was searching WebMD for articles about Sunday Night Syndrome (high levels of anxiety on Sunday nights due to worrying about going back to work) and anxiety, and I was getting disappointed. SNS is not actually a real medical term, apparently. I am experiencing some high levels of anxiety lately--maybe due to, oh, I don't know, the economy, dad being in the hospital, taxes, and Obama--especially on Sundays. I always have trouble sleeping, but Sunday's are impossible. I can't get to sleep and can't stay asleep if I ever get there.

No, I don't hate my job, and, most days, it isn't even particularly stressful. I'm not sure why I've been feeling this way lately. And, no, for the 10,437 time, I am NOT depressed. I guess it just has to do with so many people getting laid off and the state of my office since all of our work is now coming from the corporate office since the guy who sold his business to our business quit and reopened his business--taking all of our clients. But, we've been doing this for a year now, and it's just recently that I've been an anxious wreck.

Anywho, I was getting pretty irritated at the lack of valuable information, and I stumbled upon this little gem: 5 Things You Didn't Know About Your Penis. Being that I had a penis in a former life*, I had to read this article. It went a little something like this:

"No. 1: Your Penis Does Have a Mind of Its Own" - Your penis answers to the autonomic nervous system (the part that isn't under your conscious control), which can mean you get an erection when you really don't mean or want to. Also, impulses during REM sleep can cause erections--whether or not you are dreaming about Eva Longoria. Even heavy lifting or straining to take a dump can make you erect. Things that can make your penis shrink in it's flaccid ("soft") state include exposure to cold water or air and stress. So, try to relax.

"No. 2: Your Penis May Be a 'Grower' or a 'Show-er'" - Increases from the flaccid to erect state can vary greatly. If your penis is much smaller when flaccid, it is said to be a "grower", and, if it is about the same flaccid and erect, it is deemed a "show-er". Thus, the man in the locker room with the donkey dick may not really be that much bigger when hard, so don't be too ashamed. Of course, he may be a grower, too, so, hell, I don't know what you do. Why are you looking at another man's penis, anyway?

"No. 3: Your Penis Is Shaped Like a Boomerang" - That's right, you throw it and it always come back to you. So, sling the cock freely. Er, I mean, actually, the penis goes into the body and connects to the pubic bone. In the procedure to enlarge the penis, the ligament holding the root of the pelvis is cut, allowing it to protrude out of the body farther. Unfortunately, this weakens the base of the penis. See No. 4.

"No. 4: You Can Break Your Penis" - Even though there is no bone in the penis (which makes the term "boner" strange...), you can hurt it. So, the next time you're beating your dick like it owes you money, chill out a little. (Also, don't let your girl get too carried away.) It happens very rarely, but, most often, it happens to younger men whose erections are very rigid.

"No. 5: Most Penises in the World Are Uncut" - Jewish and Muslim men make up 70% of circumcised penises worldwide, but only about 30% of the world's 15 and older male population is cut. Approximately 65% of newborn Americans get circumcised, and the WHO recommends it for adult men due to a decreased risk of getting AIDS--even though there has been much controversy about the health benefits of circumcision lately.


So, there you have it. A man's post by a man's man woman.

*Or so I've been told. The conversation went sort of like this:
Guy: "Girls don't like football, guns, and motorcycles."
Me: "I do."
Guy: "Yeah, but you had a penis in a former life, so you don't count."

FYI: Fractions are Easy as Pi

So, I'm a super math nerd. I just get math. And then some. Math is, like, just the thing I do. Don't ask. I don't know. Dad wanted me to be Math major in college because I was so good at it. But, I was like, "What would I do with a brain if I had one?" I mean, Daddy always told me, "Those than can, do. Those that can't..." Well, you know the rest. So, I knew teaching was out of the question, and what else do you do with a Math degree? Shudder. I don't even want to think about it.

Anywho, I have someone very near and dear to me who is going back to school to do phlebotomy (say that five times fast). So as not to embarrass said person (because people can be funny about these things), I won't mention names. But, this person is having to take a Math class because they are completely out of the loop on that crap at this point. (This person has been out of school for...er...well, they might slap me, so I won't even say.)

This person, like many people, hates fractions. "What did that sweet, little fraction ever do to you?", I ask. But, they don't care. They hate fractions, and fractions hate them! So, to help ease this fractiony mess, I've made a little study/cheat sheet for fractions. It includes the four operators (addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division).

Since I never had a problem with fractions, I can't really say, but I thought it might help someone out there. So, I've posted the pages on here as jpgs. You can click both for a larger view, and they should print out well on an 8.5"x11". You can even print it front and back, as it is two pages. I included the prime numbers from 1 to 1000 for help with reducing fractions, and I tried to explain it as simply as possible. Please don't take that to mean I am insulting your intelligence. I just don't see the need to use all that stupid textbook jargon. I mean, if you want that, go read a text book. Duh.

Anyway, if anyone stumbles upon this, and they have a question, please feel free to leave a comment or email me. I will be more than happy to help in any way I can. I'm a dork like that.


FYI: Fresh Meat

Good morning, everyone.

We have a new addition to our conservative, bitter, clinging blogger family:

Todd Whiddon has just joined the dark side.

Please welcome him accordingly. And, by accordingly, I mean, go read his blog and leave him comments and add him to your blogroll and follow him and be nice to him. Not give him a swirly and a wedgie and call him names. OK? OK. Thanks!

FYI: Going Back to NC-17

A while back, I told you I was going PG-13. I've decided to retract that. I don't feel the need to sensor my language. If it is too much for you, please don't read my blog. I've said a million times that I think people make entirely too big a deal of curse words. Sure, you can argue that educated people can express themselves without such language. Well, good for you. But, I choose not to. End of story. I won't apologize for it. So, goodbye to anyone who I've offended.

FYI: Going PG-13

We already know that I think the fact that "curse" words are "curse" words is pretty ignorant, but I'm going to attempt to make this a little more PG-13 and a little less NC-17 in terms of my language. I am in no way, shape, or form conforming to what someone else wants me to do. I am, however, buckling to pressure to keep my two regular readers. (Yeah, I know, I'm a sellout.) And, I want Mom and Dad to be able to bring their kids to my movie blog. Not my Mom and Dad, mind you, but somebody's Mom and Dad. My Mom and Dad are over it. The "cursing", that is. Dad loves the titles to my blogs. I think he's afraid to read some of them because of the titles alone. Bwahaha. Mom, well, she couldn't give two shits craps about my language. She just laughs the entire time, anyway. What's a few "curse" words when you're about to bust your gut open laughing, you know? But, I digress. I make NO promises. Because, like I said before, I think cursing is just like saying crap or darn or hooey. They are all just words that you MAKE bad. I don't think there is any difference.

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