I can remember one of my angry tirades about the mindless people who used to complain about the smell of cigarette smoke on my clothes ... not the smoke, because I wasn’t smoking, just the smell! Now that fewer people are even allowed to smoke at all we have this coming along to give these brain dead morons something to whine about. I should have made the prediction back when!
It would seem there are some differences of opinion about whether or not one should negotiate with terrorists, who we are at war with and who is actually in charge of this mythical “War on Terror”.
A two and a half year old walked into the bathroom while her mother was putting on make-up. “I’m going to look just like you Mommy!” she announced.
“Maybe, when you grow up,” her mother told her.
“No Mommy, tomorrow. I just put on that ‘Oil of Old Lady’ you always use.”
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“As of tomorrow, employees will only be able to access the building using individual security cards. Pictures will be taken next Wednesday and employees will receive their cards in two weeks.”
I snapped the picture above yesterday morning before Tracey got ready for work. The first thing she did was fire up her new computer and settle down on the couch to play. She was almost late getting to work!
I spent some more time with Tracey’s new laptop trying to install some of the software she will be wanting to use. Much of that time I was cussing, swearing and pounding my fist because stupid Bill Gates has once again decided most of our “old” software won’t run on their crummy new operating system. It took me over 2 hours just to get our printer to work on the thing and then only after I found compatible 64 bit drivers on an obscure web site dedicated to helping those of us unfortunate to have bought a machine with Windows 7. The printer isn’t 64 bit and neither are any of the programs doing the printing ... idiots at Microsoft!
A&B spent quite a while with Tracey on the Internets trying to fill out all the nonsense questions for scholarships to ICC. We wouldn’t need to humiliate ourselves if the Education Mafia didn’t charge so damn much for the stupid diploma that probably won’t even hang on a wall anywhere. And, of course, we couldn’t print Aaron’s at first because neither our Acrobat PDF printer or the paper printer would work on Tracey’s new laptop. Ben did his on my computer so he could at least print his without trouble. It is always SOMETHING!
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