Quite Possibly The Best Walking Dead Episode EVER, An Awesome Gift, And Other Delightful Pointlessness

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So I am pretty sure that Sunday’s episode of The Walking Dead was the best episode ever.  Explosions and badassery (that’s totally a word spellcheck…you’re just stupid) and zombies galore and gruesome deaths and awesome reunions–just fricking AH-MAZING!!  Seriously, I was freaking out one minute, then totally all psyched the next.  At one point, I even did that thing where you cover your eyes ’cause you just can’t watch, but totally peek ’cause you just need to see.  Just a warning–I am totally going to ramble about some specifics now, so skip to the next section if you haven’t watched it or whatever.  Okay, so OMG, right?!?  Glenn gets finally makes it back and almost dies but is saved in, like, the most awesome way ever and then he finally gets reunited with Maggie!  And Darryl blows up some bad guys in epic fashion!  And the townsfolk finally stop being dead weight wussies and the wolfman showed a tiny slice of humanity before being executed and Carl’s now gonna need an eye-patch and the whiny little loser kid and his psycho sibling finally became zombie chow and, sadly, so did their mom/Rick’s potential woman.  And then there was the whole lake of fire bit.  Seriously.  Best.  Episode.  Ever.

My pal Krystal gave me the most adorable present!

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It’s Bob the minion!  Isn’t it adorable?!?  With his little teddy bear (Tim) and his little overalls!  And he talks!  I am totally dork-out delighted with my adorable new stuffed creature.  Every time I walk by, I push his tummy or push his bear’s tummy or squeeze his hand, and then giggle like a school girl as he babbles his minion-speak.

Randomosity:

I swear I am a grown up, yet I had no qualms about purchasing 4 chocolate eggs the other day because I wanted the tiny little Bob the minion figurine that might be enclosed in one of them.  But I did totally get a Bob figurine, so really that’s all that matters.  I do owe Robby kudos for assisting me in unearthing the minion stuff from the chocolate and plastic and such, so thanks and stuff!  I watched another short documentary tonight that was about bath salts.  And, once again, I am baffled and all I could think was, “WHY???”.  What the hell makes anyone want to try this stuff?  Like, did they see the reports about people freaking out or maybe the bit about the guy WHO ATE SOME GUYS FACE OFF and think, “well gosh that might be cool”??  Seriously people, it made someone EAT A MAN’S FACE OFF.  To my mind, this should make it rather painfully obvious that this is not good stuff.  Any drug that makes folks think cannibalism might be a fun alternative to a happy meal is not good.  Quite simple, really.  Just say no.  I’m getting rather worn out from working so many hours, but it’s just until I finish training.  So I’ll live.  Oh, I almost forgot!  I went and got electrocuted today.  I had the whole carpal tunnel test thingy done, which is just totally delightful.  They electrocute your arms and then stick a needle in your hand or arm or wrist and it’s just an awesome good time.  So, shock surprise, I have carpal tunnel.  At this point it’s mild (fricking feels a tad more on the my-damn-hand-hurts end of the spectrum in my humble opinion, but what do I know) so she said I don’t totally need the surgery done now.  Which would be great and all, except that my stupid hand will just keep getting worse over time, it won’t just magically stop being stupid and annoying.  So, to me, it seems ludicrous to wait until it gets even worse to get it fixed…why not fix it now, before it gets even suckier?!?  (that’s a completely legit word, spellcheck…you’re an asshole)

Peace out, trout!

I’m Afraid My Mind Is Going…

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Okay folks, I have made a grievous error.  I was certain that I had told y’all about my day with my buddy Caron and my adorable niece Dany.  Apparently, I did not do any such thing.  I spent a whole day jabbering with one of my oldest friends and chilling with the amazing Dany, and I totally didn’t blog about it!  Seriously, I was positive I had done so.  Since I didn’t, I will do so now.  My buddy Caron and I managed to talk for hours and get all caught up and such, which was awesome.  And Dany cracked me up with some decidedly whacky dances.  I now know what the hell the nene thing is, which, I have to admit, I had been completely baffled about.  Though I am now left with a whole new level of bafflement as to why on earth this dance/song thing seems so popular, since it seems downright ridiculously bizarre and pointless to me.  And I was disturbed my some weird song about ice cream and guacamole, which just is not an acceptable combination in my opinion.  And then I confirmed once again that my buddy Caron is WAY shorter than me, which I totally know but sometimes forget.  I held up a dress she had and discovered that I would be arrested for indecent exposure if I tried to wear it in public considering it didn’t even cover my lower lady bits, let alone my backside!  Like, seriously, I wouldn’t even be comfortable in a shirt that short!  But on my oh-so-short friend, it was properly covering and such.  And then there was the shoes.  The vile, deadly, evil shoes.  She had this pair of heels that she wore with the aforementioned dress and, dude, they were insane!  They had, like, zillion inch heels and these puny looking strappy bits and, since I’m rather awesome at bad ideas, I decided I HAD to try them on.  I almost died y’all.  I didn’t even make it 2 steps before I was hollering for Caron to help me get off those deadly things.  Apparently, I am simply not made for that sort of torture device…I mean, shoe.  As a reward for not dying on the heels, we totally had Chick-fill-a for dinner, which is one of may absolute faves!  And then I got to see rodeo protesters on the drive home, which was a first for me, since I have never attended a rodeo or driven by the location of one near showtime.  Oh, and I got to see Caron’s new digs, which I can totally see her making all homey and such.  I can’t wait to get to hang with them again.  It’s always awesome, and it’s sad that we just never have much time to do it more often.

A normal post should be coming in the next couple days…probably after the return of my beloved Walking Dead.  Laters!

Employed Once Again,Unicorn Glitter And A Busted Can Of Biscuits, And Other Blah Blah Blah Stuff

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So I am officially employed again.  Yay for paychecks and no more unemployment crap and all that!  So far my new job seems alright.  I work at a gas station, so it’s not actually that much different than the last job really…registers, customers, mopping floors, etc.  I am not looking forward to making foodage, which I will have to start doing at some point, but I’ll live.  And the gals at work are all in agreement that I will not be expected to go anywhere near the food stuffs during those times when I am coughing my face off and sounding decidedly unwell, which is a huge relief.  And I do get free fountain drinks and coffee while I’m there…and 1/2 price deli food (yay for cheese balls and tenderloins!!!)  The gals I work with seem pretty awesome, with one or two exceptions of course.  But overall, I think it will be better than the last job…probably a lot.  It makes such a huge difference to work for an actual person instead of a corporation.

I have heard a couple new sayings from my new co-workers that absolutely amused the hell out of me.  One gal explained that she HAS to dye her hair to cover the unicorn glitter…which I think may be one of the most awesome ways of referring to grey hair in the history of ever.  Then one gal mentioned having a muffin-top issue and another gal snorted and said muffin-tops aren’t shit and she herself looked like “a busted can of biscuits”.  I laughed my ass off over that one.

Randomosity:

I love snow but I hate when it gets super cold out like it was today.  My aunt insists that if I like snow I can’t complain about the cold, which is obviously total crap, since i can complain about whatever I darn well please.  Entertaining bizarrely random fact–I hate makeup.  I pretty much never wear the stuff.  I had to do allergy testing again last week, which meant going two weeks without my Zyrtec and a week without Benedryl, which means I was one big miserable mass of itchiness for the 4 or 5 days before the test.  Aaaaand, shock surprise, I’m allergic to a bunch of shit.  Some trees, some grass, corn smut (totally snickered and such over that one), cockroaches, horses, 2 kinds of dust mites, cats, etc.  No real surprises there.  But I had to get the test done in order to see if I can get allergy shots so maybe I won’t have so many damn issues with my stupid allergies.  I should find out fairly soon if that’s gonna happen.  Next week, I have to go get tested for carpal tunnel.  In case you have never experienced this delightful test, they hook your arms up to these electrode thingies and basically electrocute the shit outta you.  Yeah, it’s about as much fun as it sounds.  But I have to get it done to see if they can fix this stupid numbness/pain shit in my hands.  Sigh.  I should probably eat some dinner.

Peace out, trout!