pending.......

Its just sickening....

I check the nice US Government website that is set up for people like me who were screwed up the waa-zoo and are now jobless..and waiting for their unemployment..

Says its still pending. How can it be pending after nearly three weeks? My former employer sent us all up there, said they were not going to fight any of it..so..

WTF?

This is another reason I think forming my own government would be a wise move.

The State/country would run much smoother under my guidelines and rules.

I am not bragging, I am just stating facts. Pure facts people.

Its a damn good thing I am not a single mom who was living paycheck to paycheck and waiting for this free money to be had. I would have no TP to decorate the post office as I would not have two dimes to rub together.

I want my money. I want to hold my unemployment credit card in my hands. Smell it. Lick it. Use it.

I had big plans for this windfall. And now the state is screwing me again.

Not only do they NOT have Secretary of State Offices where I can get a state licence in a timely fashion, I cant get my money..

and for those of you wondering, no...I still have no MN drivers lic. I mean here in my town you can only take the test on TUESDAY between 8 and 10 am..no shit...oh and at the National Guard office..

i cant make this stuff up folks..

So there I go, driving on my Michigan licence, praying I don't get pulled over anymore cause I don't think I have enough lip gloss to get me out of that one again.

So I go to check my mail, hoping for one of two things.

*shit from granny

*unemployment.

I got none.

But I did get this.

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in the corner it says final notice..how can this be my final notice when this is my ONLY notice.

When I talked to the douche bag at the Post Office yesterday he said I had NO mail there. SO if I have NO mail there, then how the hell do I have mail waiting for me?

So I guess tomorrow I am going to walk up to the USPS and ask how I can have mail waiting that I don't have.

I am going to ask him why he lied to me.

I am going to put on a big production, you can count on that.

And if its not the letter from granny or the stuff my Krazymom...There will be words, maybe break out in fist a cuffs.

not sure.

I may or not be arrested. I just hope I do not get thrown in the cell with them big Indian girls who wanted to kill me when I worked there.

And let me tell you..Big Indian Girls get mad when little blonde headed bitches like myself take away there TV for a week...

I think they threaten the life of my first born.

But since its a govt crime..assaulting or verbally abusing a postal employee, they may just throw Federal charges and in that case, I will be going to prison.

Here's hoping anyway.

So here is me..waiting...

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Oh and I have a nasty case of gas too...

I want to know what love is......I want u to show me

Have you ever had a shooting pain that ran up your uterus then back down your leg and landed in your big toe..?



I have you ever doubled over in pain with every step?



Unless you wear tampons monthly, you have no idea what I speak of.



I can not even wear a pair of trouser's..yes I said trouser..as I can not get them buttoned without some sort of reinforcement.



I am a proud woman and I do not like begging men and small children to help me zip my fly.



Although I have no issue whatsoever sending ole Shaky out to purchase my tampons.



I need someone to come rip my uterus out....thank you.



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I will get my first unemployment payment by Wednesday. They issue these fancy credit card like things...Its so everyone can point out who are the losers who can not keep a job whilst waiting in the cashier line at Target..



Living off the state may have its perks..although I have not found any, but they sure as shit make it known that you are...



Not my fault I worked for a bunch of heartless wenches who took it upon themselves to let go of four good people because we were asking where our benefits were..



I have never really been fired from a real job...I have quit jobs..for various reasons..such as, but not limited too..



*the smell of dead people makes me sick



*the sight if dead people makes me sicker



* being told to do and or say things that was against my religion..or whatever.



*I was lazy and just didn't wanna work



* I felt like jabbing toe nail clippers into the eyes of my co-workers.





the list goes on and on...



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Its hard to believe I once wore power suits and did power points at one time..


I think I might buy me some fancy lawn decorations with my first payment..


never too early to start getting the yard ready for Christmas..might as well get a go on it while the sun still shines..right?


I would fit right in with the other members of the county/state whom get paid living off the state aide..



technically though, most of my income still comes from the crazy house...so maybe I should not go full onboard Christmas...just maybe start Halloween now.


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Boo will have a birthday next week. She will be four.


I asked her today if she remembered living in my tummy, to my surprise she did remember.


She told me it was really dark in there.


Proof enough for me she remembers.

oh well

warning..I am using the computer that does not have the letter that comes between E and G in the alphabet..I will put a * in replacement..mmmmkay?..



So, anyhoo...



I drove past the rodent I killed yesterday. He did look at peace, I suppose that's good..Right? But I mean everyone looks at peace when rigomortis sets in.



My Blondie , pictured here..








































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is somehow becoming an entrepreneur...Her and her little *riend *rom across the street set up a stand in the yard selling shit.


Wanna know what they were selling?


Graham Cracker.


who the hell sells that?...I believe she told me they were selling them *or 50 cents a piece...


Nothing like scalping the neighbors.


Gotta love kids....they always seem to think they have damn good ideas, when really they are nothing more the *ruitull indiocy.


Its great...And I hope they get out there in the early AM and start up shop once again, because momma ain't got no job, and neither does the girl's mom *rom across the street...She was canned too, *rom the same damn place....


bastards....*ucking bastards.


My sons hair is getting creepingly long...he sorta looks like a cross between Dorthy Hamill and Jon Bon Jovi...and its not a good mix.


Mr Shaky seems to think we should let him keep it this way, as he *eels good about himsel* with his hair like that, even though I think he looks like a jackass.


So I am not sure i* I will let him keep his locks...or *orce him to buzz it as i* he were joining boot camp..


I really don't like him looking like a jackass...




I have a question...have u ever heard the phrase.." in a coons age"


I will give u some examples..


"gosh I ain't seen jimmy in a coons age."


OR


"gosh I ain't been sober in a coons age."


ok..what the hell does that mean?


I don't get it...so you see where my kids get their retardeness *rom..


their retarded mother.


And to cleari*y things...when I posted yesterday about the 100 bucks a month *or Boos pre school..I was not meaning it was pricey, Lord knows it isn't..



I just think it *unny when I have no job...AND it was only 70 bucks three years ago when Blondie went..


Highway robbery..


but it gets her ass out o* the house or 2.5 hours three days a week..


I might be willing to pay 300 or more *or that..


I cant wait until I am living o** the state....Unemployment is gonna be great....


Nothing like living a dream....Making money *or blogging...


hellyeabitches..