I appear to be posting for myself now. Readership has dropped to 1. Still getting tons of hits through Google, but none of those ever comment. I would love to say that if I offended someone I am sorry, but more than likely, I’m not. I do tend to say what is on my mind.

I still have not done the paperwork for my surgeon, there are six more days till the appointment. Which thing do you think will happen first?

Tried my hand at being a secret shopper today, not sure I like it very much. You have to remember a lot of things that you normally would not notice. Considering my memory is awful, it’s a wonder I can do it. Fortunately I am good at taking notes discreetly.

Have you noticed that as you get older your conversations start to become more intimate? Such as you go from talking about how many beers you had last night to how many bowel movements you had during the day. I actually came to this realization several days ago but waited an appropriate amount of time to post about it so that those involved in the conversation could just about forget about it till they saw it here.

Long time no content! I have been excessively lazy lately. I haven’t taken any pictures. I have been out of the house very little. Mostly I have just sat and home and moped. I still have a few weeks till I see the surgeon for my initial meeting. I have already psyched myself out and am scared to death! I haven’t even filled out the paperwork yet, maybe I should do that soon!

Oh well, short post!

I think there is a crack in my head and what little intelligence I have is leaking out! I need some duct tape or gorilla glue to seal this sucker up!

We have a large oven at work that we sue to bake some of the parts (don’t ask). Anyway it has a large timer with a very loud siren. When it went off tonight one of my co-workers went to shut it off and the switch slid inside the casing! He’s just standing there staring at it, I am laughing hysterically, and everyone else is wanting the siren to shut up!

More work stuff! We were at the desk, searching for a pen. We had a pen, we had used it several times throughout the night. We moved everything around, looking for that darn pen. Co-worker got tired of looking and went and got a handful of new pens. When he got back he picked up the paperwork he was getting ready to sign and the original pen was underneath it! I tell you we lifted that paperwork a few times and looked under it and it wasn’t there. I think it went to an alternate dimension temporarily just to screw with us.