stepping back...

i am in burnout mode, and i feel like the dog in this photo, so i am taking a "break" from this crazy world for a while. i hope that you all don't run off and never visit again, but i understand. i need to spend some time at home with my family and get some stuff done around home and stop sitting in front of a computer screen so much. hopefully i will come back strong and refreshed with some new and improved witty posts!

i may still lurk around your blogs and comment to you once in a while, but my post are done for a while.

(a while might mean tomorrow, but i hope i can stay focused on task a little longer than that)

thanks to all for stoppin' over and shootin' the breeze with me.

best short joke this year...

A 3-year-old boy examined his testicles while taking a bath.

"Mom", he asked, "Are these my brains?"

"Not yet," she replied.


i thought that you ladies would enjoy this very poor joke! i am sorry if you were smacked in the face by it's bluntness. i am unclear as to why this humor has been thrust upon us. i know it would be funny if it had a few inches of truth. i probably should have just sacked it, instead of letting this poor humor simply limp along.

have a nice day!

i dunno...

i don't have any idea if i am the idiot or if blogger is sucking as usual, but my last post is not showing up on my computer. i go to edit it and it is the way i want it, but then i look at my site and it is jacked up. i have been trying to fix it since yesterday, with no luck. your comments are not showing up either, so thanks for sharing a bed with me to all of you.

i hope that i can figure this out soon enough or i really will require a bed next to the window and a fancy white punk-rock jacket with cool straps and buckles!

the bathtub test...

It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.

During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criteria was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.

"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."

"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."

"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"......................

..............."hi roomy, you can call me mgc."

what classic movie...

i stole this from Tara. do the 45 questions, it is really quick and fun. mine is right on the money! scary!!!

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

more money for the airlines...

Dump the male flight attendants. No one wanted them in the first place.



Replace all the female flight attendants with good-looking strippers!


What the hell-the attendants have gotten old and haggard looking. They don't even serve food anymore, so what's the loss?


The strippers would at least triple the alcohol sales and get a "party atmosphere" going in the cabin.



And, of course, every businessman in this country would start flying again, hoping to see naked women. Because of the tips, female flight attendants wouldn't need a salary, thus saving even more money.



Hell, I suspect tips would be so good that we could charge the women for working and have them kick back 20% of the tips, including lap dances and "special services."


Muslims would be afraid to get on the planes for fear of seeing naked women. Hijackings would come to a screeching halt, and the airline industry would see record revenues.


This is definitely a win-win situation if we handle it right, a golden opportunity to turn a liability into an asset.




Why in heck didn't Bush think of this? Why do I still have to do

everything myself?



Sincerely,

Bill Clinton

just not gunna go...

another trip another dollar. at what point is the dollar no longer worth the journey? i have come to the realization that i am just lazy. not lazy in that i want to sit on my couch until it consumes my flesh, but i hate working. i admit it. i hate it. i don't like getting up to go. i don't like it when i'm there. i just hate it. i hate the travel i do in my current job, but i would hate staying in an office all day. i would hate being outside. one day it's too hot, the next it's too cold. never happy.

i would like to just do nothing. maybe like my hero in office space, peter. "i'm just not gunna go". i know some people love to work. they wake up early in the morning, excited to get to a new day at the office. yeah, the same type of people who die 2 months and 4 days into their retirement.

i mean, other than the money, which let's face it, is the reason most of us work at all, why is work exciting? maybe if you write books (i was going to put in a shameless plug for barry, but thought i better not). that might be a fun job. or a comedian or an over hyped actor. what about being a professional bum? even then i would still have to work. i mean they get up at the crack of dawn to get to the "money" corners. i would over sleep and get like penny alley or something. work is just so over rated.

i'm just not going to go. what about bills. yeah i don't really like those either.....