Wow, the East Coast is rocking with these storms! I hope they miss us.
Busy day at work. We have a computer system that sucks! I hate it, hate it, hate it! Oh, and I'm not too crazy about it either. It's the old story of "Just when you think you have the rules figured out, they change the rules". Case in point: For each person in our system, there are a total of at least 12 different pages where you can alter or update the information. So this means that if you have, for instance, a wrong date on one page, you have about 5 or 6 pages where the error could have been made. We had errors on two people today. It was a nightmare finding the one little error that followed through to mess up the whole file. Oh ya, computers. Gotta love 'em.
My sister and I made plans for Mother's Day. She talked me into going to Foxwood's Resort Casino and playing Bingo with the big guys. This will be just the same as playing two weeks ago at the Elks except I can say I lost my money at the "CASINO" as opposed to saying I lost my money at the "neighborhood bingo hall". Oh, and yes, I can say I "ALMOST" won $1,500 instead of saying I "almost" won 30 bucks. But Hey, I'm going to play with the Big guys!
I'm a little nervous about this. This is huge crowd of seasoned players. I'm afraid that if I win, one of them might break my legs or something. There is nothing scarier than a pissed off 80 year old with brass knuckles. One of them slams that walker down on my foot and I may never walk again! Don't laugh, it could happen.
I got to see the grandbabies last night. I only see them once a month or so. My daughter is a bail bondswoman and her schedule is all but normal. She lives about 30 minutes from here, so sometimes while she is on the way here, she gets a bond and I don't see her till the next time. My babies are getting so big. She came last night with them and her babysitter. As they were coming in the door Brittni, the nine year old was half in and half out the door and flipped her head over her shoulder to tell the babysitter, "That's my Grampa on the couch. He doesn't have any legs." I have expected her to continue with, "and that's my Grandma at the computer, she doesn't have any boobs." Luckily, she spared me. And yes, we did have a little private talk about manners before she left. Kids. They are brutally honest. The smaller ones crack me up too. Deja is 4 going on 20. She had decided her station in life is to raise her almost two year old sister. I ask Miya who I am and Deja says, "Grandma" I ask Miya how old she is and Deja says, "2". I ask Miya who gets in trouble most and Deja says, "Brittni." Either Miya hasn't learned the art of conversation yet, or she is one hell of a ventriloquist. I haven't figured out which. Now Miya on the other hand is a trip. Everything is funny to her. She falls, she laughs. Her sister pokes her, she laughs. I tell her I am going to pop her if she touches my computer again, she laughs. You just can't get her to take anything seriously. We could all learn a lot from her.
Tomorrow is Friday. I am not telling you this because you don't already know it, I just love saying it. I love typing it. I savor the words. "Tomorrow is Friday" It even looks pretty in Italics, don't you think? I get to wear my jeans to work too, so that's a plus. And at the end of the day, I get to say my other favorite phrase; "TWO DAYS OFF!!" I get two whole days to play with my new ORECK vacuum cleaner. God, I have to get a life. How many people do you know that can get that excited about a vacuum cleaner, unless it is some kinky pervert that uses it to extract sexual pleasures from it. Eww. Nobody better lay a hand on MY ORECK!
Well, time to eat supper. Terry made Bacon and Eggs. Did I ever tell you we are weird?
