I took this test. Mainly because I was bored. And it was, well, just laying around. And it confirmed what I had thought 4 a while now..
Out of all the choices, out of all the possibilities...it appears that..
according to Tiger Beat Magazine.....
I am a perfect match for Zac Efron...
as if I needed them to tell me...
I think not..
Remember last year when my dog thought she was with child? But really she was not...
Well now she seems to think that one of Blondie's sandals and one winter glove are her puppies.(fraternal twins I guess...)
She lays in a clothes basket with her puppies . She carries them around, lays with them, and licks them...and calls them George..
When you try to touch them, she nips at you..
Yesterday I asked her if I could pet her puppy..I took the glove out of her mouth and started petting it..
cause I'm all about roll playing and shit..
She jumped on the couch and watched my every move with that pink glove..
I was going to be a cold heartless wench and throw the glove to the other room..
but I refrained..
I set the glove on the couch and my dog licked it, then picked it up and took it back to her basket.
I realize nearly everything I touch, I contaminate with my stupid gene, but this has gone too far.
I am too young to be a grandma...even if it is just a glove and a sandal. I still want no part of it..I don't even have a gray hair yet..
Not that I am willing to admit anyway, or don't drown out with full foils and good hair styling.
I think my interview went well. She emailed me yesterday asking 4 some personal references and some work ones.
Only problem is, I HAD to give the name and number of the lying, backstabbing wench who fired me when my grandpa died...The same one who lied under oath to a judge...The same one who lost said case against me...
Since she already knows she is going to hell for lying under oath, she may realize she has nothing to lose.
I worked overtime 4 this woman, came in on days off to get things done, and even went out of my way to make HER job easier.
I swear to God if she fucks this up 4 me, I'm going to bust her knee caps open with a chain saw.
Its Monday thru Friday..8am to 3 or 4 pm...no holidays, no weekends, even snow days..
I would be working one on one with a young man with a traumatic brain injury..Only down side is this position is only for one year. Its a special government funded program..After the one year, unless there is a job opening there...I will be let go..
But she told me there is a very good chance they would hire me on full time afterwards..
I should know something later today...
Here is a pic of my Boo's birthday cake.
my baby likes pink and Hannah Montana....what can ya do?
This is the tots on their first day of school..
that there is a 6th grader and a 3rd grader...man Blondie has some long ass feet don't she? What the hell is up with that? damn..I never noticed that till now..
And here is Boo after her first day..
Yes thats a brownie she is having with her lunch...I also let her have ice cream and strawberry milk for breakfast...