Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


Twice in one week?

Surely this is your day to play the lottery, or something like that.

So here's where I continue to give the scoop, because I'm feeling rather sassy. Also, because I needed to do some laundry, or risk getting tackled by security on my way to work because "topless" and "bottomless" aren't part of our dress code.

Amusing event of last evening, oh how I wish I was there, division:
So last night around 2AM, 2 numbskulls (literally, figuratively) wind up either shooting each other, or being shot by person/persons unknown, several blocks from the giganto-mega-hospital. Here's where the details get a little fuzzy- somehow, one of the guys, who was shot in the head (IN the head, people) drives his car to the hospital, manages to wander in through one of the entrances (the one furthest away from the ER), into a bunch of different areas, trailing blood EVERYWHERE, eventually winding up in the Emergency Department. I'm not sure if I should be more amazed that the guy drove himself there, or that he wandered around the hospital long enough to spill an assload of his own blood in various departments, without getting noticed a hell of a lot sooner. Gives me hope for our crack security team. (Maybe I could sneak in to work naked tomorrow...)

Amusing item of the day, I was there, and I still can't believe it division:
So the "other" secretary (who I have discovered is making executive secretary jack, while doing remedial secretary work) may be gone as soon as August. I'm betting sooner, if she gets a shitty review. The lure of America's Wang (The great state of Florida) is strong, I say...

Major shout outs to:

Violet, the best phlebotomist ever, who sucked my blood this morning, and made it the most pain-free experience ever.

P, because he has no idea what he's getting into when he takes me camping in 2-1/2 weeks.

My lungs, which are going to have to cooperate over the next 2 1/2 weeks, so I can seriously kick up the walking, so I don't die hiking.

Y'all, for the stalking, the comments, and missing me. :) I miss you guys too. (And the internet. God, how I miss the internet.) And a little aside to MWN... I may have cut down the tree, but there's a lovely fire escape around back.

And on to other amusements. My father has three loves in his life (aside from my mother)

1. Sausage
2. His Sneaker Blog (which is like a regular blog, but instead of posting it on the internet, he just goes around the neighborhood and verbally recounts everything to anything/anyone that won't run away from him).
3. Tractors

And this weekend, much to my mother's chagrin, they are going to a Wheel Horse Tractor whoojiggy. And yes. It will be old guys. Making a parade. On their tractors. Kind of like the Shriners on their little motorcycles, but not nearly as cool. Hee.

That's pretty much it for now. Who knows, there may be another update on Friday. I've got to come water plants, and get ready for a small shindig after P gets off work. The good news is, there will be cake. Mad Elf Cake. It's Chocolate. And Beer. And Cake. All rolled into one delightful package. (And it tastes better than you'd think, as the beer has a nice cherry thing going on.)


Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Fire escape? I'm there!!! I've been looking for an excuse to buy some new night goggles and upgrade my digital camera.

Actually, I recently read a very scary book involving spy equipment that sounded phony but is apparently real and it freaked me out so bad that I'm convinced that I have a whole retinue of stalkers. Not because I'm great; just because they can. Apparently it's way too easy. I need to quit reading mysteries, especially those of the serial killer variety. Back to "Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm" for me.

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