Archive for September 29, 2008

>lots of little stuff

>I am going to have a lot of things to put together when I get home but I keep thinking of things, as Tigger would say, I am having random thoughts. Like my windshield wipers don’t slap they click, I noticed that when I was driving yesterday, ‘click’ the wipers go up and down ‘click’, ‘click’ the wipers go up and down ‘click’. And I was up so late last night. First I was updating my pictures in Picasa then when I made my last trip to the toilet I saw the washer and remembered I needed to hang my wet clothes up which meant I had to put my dry clothes away got that done then went to bed. Then this morning I had my makeup case in my hand to put in my backpack for work but when I got on the train it wasn’t in there, so now I have naked eyes. Don’t look at me!

And now before I go to bed I have to address this book I sold so I can mail it tomorrow. Instead of doing that I am playing with my MP3 player. I think I messed it up and will need to replace it. I have no idea what I did or how to fix it.

Also, people are reading my blog! I got a counter and it goes up by ten everyday. Now I know some of those are mine, I also know I don’t check my blog 10 times per day! So now I am going to finish up some things, then I am going to bed.

Oh and I am such a dummy! I copied the songs on my MP3 player to my computer, re-synced them and the problem was still there. I started playing around with the player and went into settings, there it was, I hit on playback range, it had been changed to Selected Range instead of All Range. And here I deleted my playlists for nothing!

Addio >^..^<


>Wanda’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, ‘I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you a check.’

‘Oh, by the way don’t worry about my dog Spike. He won’t bother you, but whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot!’ ‘I REPEAT, DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!’

When the repairman arrived at Wanda’s apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just laid there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work.

The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled…

‘Shut up you stupid, ugly bird!’

To which the parrot replied, ‘Get him, Spike!’

See – Men just don’t listen!

>we have a tank in our office. Well actually we have several, but this one is in my immediate area, with a big black and red fish Oscar. Every so often someone decides Oscar needs a tank mate and it usually does not end well. Last week someone put a fish in with Oscar and this morning it is belly up on the bottom of the tank. Maybe Oscar just got hungry over the weekend.

Addio >^..^<