WTF???

I'll take a #2 supersized with an extra helping of GIVE ME A FRIGGIN BREAK!

2006-05-02T20:26:00.000-07:00

OK.... yesterday at MB I learned that a fellow geek was lucky enough to strike the 250+ million dollar powerball jackpot along with 11 other co-workers. Each one came home yesterday with a cool 5 mil post tax. Now come on! Nobody really wins those things.... right? Especially people that I know. Damn... the luck of some people. It seems that no matter what, I can't seem to catch a piece of anything good. Home sucks, work sucks, money sucks, blah blah blah. What does one have to do. I think I am going to start carrying around a rabbits foot or crawl around like a fool outside digging around for four leaf clovers. Something has gotta give! Hopefully it comes in the form of an extra large paycheck! WTF?

I must be too sexy...

2006-01-27T11:58:00.000-08:00

When you feel that nobody loves you,
Nobody cares for you,
And everyone is ignoring you,
You should start asking yourself...

Am I TOO sexy?

Can you Super Size that?

2006-01-27T09:21:00.000-08:00

OK... somebody stop me! At the drop of the hat I could crack and drive through McD's and supersize a Big Mac meal and inhale it before I even left the parking lot. I'm sitting here looking at my Smart One's frozen meal worth all of 6 points hungry enough to eat the packaging that it comes in along with the not so yummy entree it contains.

Ever since I began eating again after my weekend hiatus, I have had a hard time staying focused on my "Fatties R' Us" regime. I am craving everything in sight - It's CRAZY! I drooled at the sight of a 3 berry sundae on the snack bar poster at Sam's yesterday. I dreamt last night of Caramel Treasures, fried chicken, rye bread and dill dip.

So, at this moment I am officially re-committing myself back to the diet - this is my sworn oath.

"Hello, my name is #$%&^ and I am a lard-ass and compulsive overeater. "
Welcome to Weight Watchers fattie!!!!

Awww ..... Isn't that sweet?

2006-01-27T06:42:00.000-08:00

Actual text from a birthday card given to me by two students:

"Happy Birthday Ms. #$%^&. Just want to let u know that u are 29yrs old. Thats not old. Just remember that u are a cute butterfly soaring in the air not let'n nobody bring u down."

The other card I received from my team has a picture of a half naked, sweatty man holding a basketball on the front. Now that's what I'm talking about!!

I love my job sometimes! They sure know how to make me feel better about being another year older.

BFF Beeatch

2006-01-24T20:56:00.000-08:00

I just had to give a quick "shout out" to my beeatch ADK for being the most awesome and supportive friend in the world, who also happened to put together the most amazing b-day present for me ever. She hijacked my compact flash from the camera and had all of my trainwrecked pictures from the photo field trip developed and is having them framed and matted. You're the best! I can never fully express how much I appreciate all that you and your hubby do for me. You guys are always there for me with some good booze, food, conversation and advice. I love you guys!!

Lifeline

2006-01-24T20:50:00.000-08:00

OK now... I know I am going to turn even older tomorrow for a nearly monumental birthday BUT today when I got home from a little pre-birthday celebratory with ADK, I notice I had a call from Lifeline on the caller ID. WTF?? Not that this week has been enough stress on me or anything.... and now I have Ethel and "I've fallen and I can't get up" calling me?!?! Puhleez!!!!!

In other news.... J, I'm glad we talked. I love you.

Curveballs....

2006-01-24T01:01:00.000-08:00

It's crazy how quickly things in your life can change.... sometimes for the better and sometimes, unfortunately, for the worse. The fiancee of someone who works with my friend died in a car accident on Thursday. They lived together... made plans together... etc... They had an argument on the cell phone that night as he was driving home. Minutes after hanging up, he was dead. Her life is suddenly turned upside down. I am sure tons of regrets run through her head. Did she say I love you? What if they wouldn't have fought? He might still be alive....

Of course, my boyfriend did not die suddenly, but that doesn't stop the regrets from filling my mind. All of the what if's... all of the maybe's... Everything is so easy to see now. I just wish that I had the ability to turn back time, because if I did I wouldn't have nagged, I wouldn't have picked the fights, I woudn't have said the terribly hateful things that I said and maybe, JUST MAYBE, he would still be here. Instead of all the riff-raff that I dealt him, I simply should have told him how I felt....that I loved him, and still do, love him unconditionally. He is the most amazing, giving, caring, talented person that I have met and he inspires me to be a better person. After all, isn't that what matters most? The Love? What he said in a dream, or how many beers he drank or the fact the he wasn't ready to go to bed are really, in hindsight, stupid... petty things to let ruin such a wonderful relationship.

Hopefully time will help - to either fix what is broken or give us the strength to go on. If you love someone, you have to love enough to make it through lifes obstacle course because the simple truth of it is......LIFE IS TOO SHORT! You never know when the person you love can be taken out of your life just as quickly as they came into it. You mustn't take anything or especially anyone for granted.

More Pics

2006-01-23T14:42:00.000-08:00

Here are some more pics from my recent photo field trip.

Photo Essay

2006-01-22T18:40:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, ADK convinced me that I should get out of the house to try and get my mind off of things. We decided to go on a photo excursion. After 3 stops, almost getting mauled by 2 Great Dane guard dogs and nearing frostbite on all extremities, I think we both managed to get some good pics. I see a lot of my feelings in some of the photos. I've included them in some of the next posts.

J... I love you. I'm sorry

Direction

2006-01-22T18:34:00.000-08:00

I don't know where the tracks of life will take me now. Will they include him, or must I travel them alone? Can he see that the person that I am now is still the same person he fell in love with? Does he know that life throws us curveballs.... Does he know that we can overcome and find the directions that we both lost somewhere along our journey?

Offender

2006-01-22T18:23:00.000-08:00

Hurt... anger... regret... Who's at fault? I'm overcome by guilt. Why can't you stay? You came into my life a quickly as you chose to leave it. You tread on my heart... left your footprints... then left my life. I can't understand why... If you love me... as you say you do... WHY does this have to be the end?

Tracks

2006-01-22T18:12:00.000-08:00

What now? What if? All questions that are killing me because there are no answers. All of the plans and dreams and hopes and wants seem so far down the tracks.... Do I have enough strength to get there on my own? Does he have enough love to see that he is my strength and I need him as much as he needs me... to get there together... so we can be happy again like we used to be.

Rusty

2006-01-22T18:06:00.000-08:00

Now that I am old... and rusty... Where will I go? Will he see through all of my corrosion and find again what he found when we met... and he loved me as much as I loved him? Can he trust that I can be new again because I love him enough to fix what is broken?

Nuts

2006-01-22T17:55:00.000-08:00

How I feel now when I know what I have done might have caused irreversible damage to the best thing in my life. How I feel now when I can't hear his voice, or hold his hand. How I feel knowing that I might have to face another day without him. How I feel knowing that my master plan might need to be recreated.... without him.

Postal

2005-09-19T22:32:00.000-07:00

A good friend and frequent visitor to my blog pointed out the fact that I was rather bitchy in my post about people bothering me. P, I assure you that you were not the person that I almost had to go postal on. I'll give you one guess who was though ! :-)

The Pinnacle

2005-09-17T20:04:00.000-07:00

I'm getting ready to leave for the 2nd night of "the pinnacle". I thought last night was going to be uneventful - there were no strangulations, no drunken fights where dad ends up throwing someone through the garage door window, no slashed tires, etc - UNTIL I ran in to JB. JB - the cool stud that I dated back in my wonder years...... until the unimaginable happened. Yes kids.... back in the day when it was cool to wear your beau's letterman jacket when you were "going out", I dated JB. We were quite the cool couple, until that one fateful night while wearing his jacket I barfed on it. YES - barfed, chucked, spewed, hurled..... however you want to say it. The was the end of our relationship until last night when he spoke the first words to me since "the incident". I got a hug, a "hey! what's up girl, it's good to see you" and a few beers and some conversation out of him.

I found out he - the stud of all studs, man of all mans, jock of all jocks in high school - turned out to be a real looser so it is probably a good thing I barfed on his jacket....... Maybe I should have bought him a few beers for his troubles back in the day. Oh well....

Wanted: People to leave me the #%@& alone!

2005-09-16T07:17:00.000-07:00

Can someone please check my back to see if there is some sort of sign on my back that says "Please come and annoy the #%@& out of me"? I can't step out of my office without being bombarded by someone. If they are not bitching about something, they are trying to be friendly and tell me their life stories and about little Billy and his computer class and his boy scouts and all of that other shit that I frankly don't give a damn about. Honestly, I'm chock full of friends and backstabbers. I don't need anymore, so pass go and collect your $200 for driving me insane. Thank you very much.

Heading to the sausage factory

2005-09-13T07:21:00.000-07:00

For those of you who don't know me, I have 2 dogs - a miniature Dachshund named W and a Jack Russell Terrier named J (to not be confused with J, my boyfriend - I'll call her Spazoid in my posts to avoid confusion). J (my boyfriend) has 2 dogs as well - both female Corgie mixes named S & C. We all cohabitate in one little 3 bedroom house. It's cozy, let me tell ya. If you don't know anything about the Jack Russell breed, they are one of the smartest dogs. They, unfortunately, are also one of the most stubborn and spastic dogs. Mine must have been born under power lines or something because she really is certifiably nuts!

If you read my Das Hoosier Haus post, you know that I let my dogs out on a leash. I always let W and spazoid out first and then let S & C out. Spazoid doesn't usually try to bolt out the door when I let S & C back in but last night at 9:00 p.m., when I was clad only in a skimpy tank top with no bra and a pair of shorts (which was not a pretty sight - let me tell ya), she decides to take off out the door. I chased her down my street - with no shoes on - until she bolted across the busy highway. I headed back home to put some shoes on and get in my car. I chased her around for about an hour and then decided to head home - maybe she would come back on her own. Every 45 minutes or so I would venture outside when I heard the neighborhood dogs barking. I could hear her tag and see her run through the alleys, but I couldn't catch her. Finally at 2 a.m. I was able to corner her between a fence and someone's garage about 7 blocks away from my house. I hope nobody from PETA saw me walking back with her after I caught her. I wasn't very nice.

Sometimes I hate that friggin dog. What the hell was I thinking when I said that I would take her in??? One of these days I'm going to send her away to the sausage factory.

Vamanos Loco

2005-09-12T20:09:00.000-07:00

The theme of C's birthday party has been one of much debate between me and ADK, thus driving me crazy and making J want to scrap the party all together. C wanted a Dora party. I don't really see a problem with that. Yes, Dora is a girl and yes Dora is an educational show. The way ADK looks at it, we might as well be throwing a Barbie or My Pretty Pony party for him. I did have a hard time finding non-female Dora favors, but that's OK.....we'll improvise. I didn't think that the Dora glitter lip gloss bracelets would go over very well with the 3 boys that are going to be in attendance. That would have fit better with the "I want to be a drag queen party" that we almost decided to have. The way that I look at it is....he is a kid......a three year old to be exact. If what he's into now is Dora, that's fine. If he's still into Dora at 13, I might be concerned. I just want C to have a good time and J and I to survive the "first party" without killing each other.

Das Hoosier Haus

2005-09-12T19:59:00.000-07:00

My neighbors suck! And no, I'm not talking about the neighbors from the park either. There is a divorced older guy living next door. (His wife was smart... she realized that he was a total hillbilly and left his ass) His son who is 20 also lives in the basement. There is some guy who looks like fat bastard that he rents a room to. Together they have five dogs. Yeah yeah... I know what you are thinking. It's not much worse than my 4 dogs, right. WRONG! At least I am courteous enough to let my dogs out on a leash. They just let them roam free to drop a deuce in everyone else's yard but theirs. And when I say drop a deuce, I mean a DEUCE!!! One dog is about a 150+ lb. black lab named Stoner. I don't know what the hell they are feeding those dogs over there, but damn they are not too far behind what you would find coming out of a horses ass. Obviously Stoner gets the munchies quite frequently. To give you an idea of how friggin lazy they are, they even have a fenced in back yard, but NO that would be to hard to walk down to the basement to let them out in the back yard. They wouldn't be able to sit out in the front yard and throw down a few 12 packs while watching their dogs corner me at the back of my car growling and drooling, or watch them try to attack my dogs or the kids that live down the street as the ride their bicycles. Tonight S and C's leashes almost snapped off my hand at the wrist as they got into a dog fight with Stoner. (Even my dogs shall remain anonymous to protect my precious identity)

I've got this little garden shovel that I pulled out of the basement that I have started to use to shovel the piles of shit from my lawn. It also works as a good catapult when I fling it back over into their yard. I try to aim for their newly constructed retaining wall of Quickrite concrete bags (nice, huh?). When I first started doing it I used to only do it at night and I was really discreet but now I just don't give a damn.

To give you a little history on this neighbor, back in October I called the police (for the second or third time) because there was a party next door. Not that I care about the party, I just get really pissed when they move the party into my yard and litter it with cups and beer bottles and then piss and puke in my hard and on my house. Anyway, several kids were arrested this last time and charged with things such as underaged drinking, possession of cannabis, contribution to the delinquicy and resisting arrest......blah.....blah......blah. I got called not once but twice to testify against these little bastards. I have no idea what ended up happening with their cases, but I do know that nobody in that hoosier house has spoken to me since. I'm so upset.....believe you me!!

Another bitch I have is that my house has street parking only with access to the back yard via the alley. If it were my own and not a rental I'd put in a driveway in the back, but then again they are too friggin lazy to open their gate to pull in their back driveway so they just park right in the middle of the alley (which ends at my yard) and block all access to my yard. Yeah.... and you can just about forget about parking in front of my house because all of their hoosier cars and all the drug traffic that goes in and out of there are always parked in front of my house. The day that I moved in, the movers had to wheel my antique mahogany piano down the street IN THE RAIN to get it into my house because they had taken all of the spots in front of my house. WTF???

I wouldn't be too sad if that house spontaneously combusted. Of course, I wouldn't wish it were occupied at that time, but I would probably get over it pretty fast if it were.

Neighbors suck!!!!!!!!

Heathers

2005-09-11T09:06:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I met up with J after a golf tournament for his work. When I walked in I was immediately greeted by a table full of young pretty people who stared at me like I was a leper. I gave a hard, cold don't F with me or I'll beat your preppy little ass glance back at the one little Paris Hilton in the Channel sunglasses who really looked me over good obviously noticing that my purse wasn't Prada. As I sat down I noticed that one girl looked REALLY familiar. I asked J if he knew who she was and he thought it was a friend of his boss R's daughter (one of the Hilton twins). When I looked at the tally sheet from the tourney my worst fears were confirmed - she was the uber-bitch that I went though grade school and high school with. The uber-bitch that used to be a really close friend all through grade school, junior high but then decided that since I was in band in high school, it was my easier to make fun of me for doing so than to continue to be my friend.

I tried not to make eye contact, however during a converstion between J and I'm assuming her boyfriend she glances over and gives me the little wave and a "HI!!! How are you??". C'mon - make me friggin sick! I had to talk considering that this is the first time most of the people J works with met me. I didn't want them to know what a bitch I am so soon. I asked uber-bitch about the upcoming class reunion and if she was attending. Her response was "I can't go....nobody's going". Which really sort of roasted my ass because I know of at least 30 people that ARE going. What she meant was that none of the other members of the uber-bitch society were going. DAMN... She then proceeded to tell me that they were going to plan some other reunion event on another night and that I should come. Oh boy!!! Ya know, I think that I would rather remove my own eyeball with a pencil than go and spend a night with those preppy bitches.

Deja Vu

2005-09-09T20:52:00.000-07:00

After looking through some photos that I had taken at my aunt's wedding back in June, I happened across a picture that J's son C took of himself while entertaining himself with the digital camera. I swear it is straight out of the movie Blair Witch Project.

He's such a cutie - just like his daddy!!

Razor me baby

2005-09-09T12:48:00.000-07:00

Good News!!!

My mom.....who coincidentally has recently been indoctrinated into the dorkhood of my blog and thinks it is very amusing.... just sent me this e-mail: (remember, some names have been changed to protect the idiots - DAMN... I did it again.... I mean innocent)

Very amusing! Sorry about the hair and hangover :-( I do have wigs you could borrow but I'd have to shave your head first (HAHAHAHA)

Hair dilemma solved!!!!! J, now you can shave my head when I shave yours!! I'll be super sexy!

What the blog?

2005-09-09T07:42:00.000-07:00

blog n. Short for weblog. A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life.

dooced v. To have all social hell break loose when people you know read your blog.

WTF??? I cant believe there is this much drama over my blog. Aren't there better things to be concerned about.....like the hundreds of thousands of people now without a place to call home because of Katrina. But NO.... we are worried because I talked about getting shit faced AT MY OWN HOME while way over the legal age to consume alcohol. Because I god forbid talked about lying passed out on my living room floor spread eagle. (DAMN, I'm a hussy) Because there is a one in a gagillion chance that someone that knows me could stumble upon this URL amidst the 75 billion other blogs and know that it is me AND more importantly CARE!?!?!?!? If I could admit that getting drunk at the ripe 'ol age of 28 in my own home and passing out on my floor was the worst thing I had ever done, I'd be a saint.

OH....woops..... did admitting that I am 28 give too much away about my identity??

Comments PUHLEEZ!!!!

Is that a mop on your head, or does your hair just suck?

2005-09-09T06:50:00.000-07:00

OK... the hair saga continues. Today was picture day at my place of employment. This picture will appear in a "book" that the people I work with and work for can look back on as a reminder of my hair for all of eternity. To make matters worse, I will have to wear a permanent record of my coiffured do in the form of an ID badge around my neck....EVERY DAY!! Can I just tell you that I absolutely HATE getting my picture taken.

I stopped by the new salon that S opened after the saga that went down at SpaTaneous to make and appointment to try and redeem my hair but he is not able to get me in until September 20th. SEPTEMBER 20th!!!! That kinda pisses me off. After all I have been a client of his since I was in high school. I have referred oodles of people to him and what's my thanks? He can't even squeeze me in during my hair emergency. Do you know what that means?? That means that for the event of all events, the weekend that I live for every year..... THE PINNACLE..... I will have to parade this mop around for all to C'ville's finest to see. I might go to the wig ladies that my mom went to during chemo to see what they can do for me. I can't stand this.

Oh yeah..... forgot to mention. J is in a golf tournament Saturday for his work and he wants me to come for drinks with everyone after they are done. We are talking about hanging with people that he works with that have never met me. They are going to think he is insane!! THEN....as if it wasn't bad enough.... we are going to a house warming party at his friends house where there will be more people that he knows that have never met me.

Has anyone ever been to Great Clips? I'm seriously thinking about giving it a shot.

Dragnet

2005-09-08T15:00:00.000-07:00

The story you are about to hear is true. Some names have been changed to protect the idiots....... UH..... I mean innocent.

Blogaphobia

2005-09-08T13:02:00.000-07:00

Today I read posts on my friend AJs blog about another one of our friends who is posting objectionable material on his blog so he has been blacklisted from push the button. On the way to lunch, shortly after reading this, my friend ADK mentioned to me that another friend and coworker who reads my blog was concerned that I was writing about being drunk and asked ADK if she thought doing so could get me in trouble if someone at the place that I work with would see it.

First off.... this site is about me, my thoughts, my feelings and my life only. Usually the things that I write about or will write about will be things that happen to me outside of my place of employment. I have been trying to keep my blog anonymous - never mentioning full names of subjects in my writings or my full name or place of employment. I've only let my best friends in on the address. Rest assured that I am definitely not stupid enough to risk getting dooced over my blog. I'm not going to be telling the kids where to go read about my life and if I'm going to talk bad about my friends and coworkers it will be on my other blog page that you don't know about (JUST KIDDING!! - Don't dooce me)

Thataboy!

2005-09-08T11:43:00.000-07:00

After feeling pretty shitty about my hair/mop situation for the last couple of days I FINALLY had something happen that made me feel better. I had to take Teflon Don back to the farm to pick up another vehicle since the cat pee-mobile died today. On our way back into the building we had to pass the the cafeteria during lunch (a.k.a. the zoo). I had a little KG boy stop me and say "you look beautiful today".

Now those are times when I love working where I work. Ya see, in a few years he's probably not going to like me too much.

That's kinda twisted

2005-09-08T09:02:00.000-07:00

As J and I were just having a conversation about my mop and my attempts to grow it out, he exclaims "It looks good mom". WOOPS!!! I don't know how to interpret this! WTF??? In his defense he just got home from working a 12-hour shift. For piece of mind, I'll blame the little slip-up on his lack of sleep.

Self impalement sounds like fun

2005-09-07T06:47:00.000-07:00

I'm thinking maybe a drill or sharp object of some sort will help to relieve the pressure in my gourd right now. WTF was I thinking last night. Must have been a college flash back. Vokda bad......

Vodka + Wine = Not a good idea

2005-09-07T03:18:00.000-07:00

Last night my wonderful boyfriend J came over to make me a fabulous venison dinner. While waiting for him to arrive, I got the genius idea to tap into the bottle of vodka that was next to my fridge. (BTW...I forgot to mention to him that I had hit the vodka prior to his arrival) Anyway...He used 1/2 a bottle of Shiraz to marinade the venison. Now everyone knows you can't let a good bottle of wine go to waste, right? Of course I did the right thing and put er down. Unfortunately, I didn't stop there. I cracked open another bottle of wine and apparently passed out spread eagle on the floor BEFORE dinner was served next to the coffee table with the wine spilling all over my face and carpet.

BEAUTY!!

So.... here I sit at 3 a.m. with my second wind. I'm ready to go and really hungry. According to J, I did eat some of the food before I passed out again. This time nearly poking my eye out with my fork. I don't remember the meal, or any of the "accused" drunken actions for that matter at all. Do I even like venison??? I don't know.

He drug me to bed, cleaned up the kitchen mess, moved some boxes downstairs for me and then took the petting zoo out for a potty break. By the time he got back in I had either fallen or moved myself off the bed and onto the hardwood floor.

Keep in mind.....this is early.

Later, after I sobered up a little bit I asked him if he felt like he was at work dealing with a belligerent drunken bastard. He just smiled....bless his heart :-)

While tapping the vodka earlier in the evening, I posted the menage a trois lesbian style post and inadvertently left my blog editor window open. While passed out, J got on my computer and posted a very sweet note (previous post). Now you know he is a good guy when he slaved over a dinner and his girlfriend passes out and acts crazy and he can STILL manage to say something sweet about her. I love him so much!!

WTF??? I'm going to have one hell of a headache when I wake up.

From J

2005-09-07T00:37:00.000-07:00

L is one of the best things to ever happen to me. i'm so glad that after two months of being scared to talk to her i finaly did. i love the person i found. there is no one like her

~J

Menage a trois lesbian style

2005-09-06T19:30:00.000-07:00

Before all of you guys get too excited....

My dogs are lesbians.... AND they like it 3-way.

Well, at least someone in this house has been getting it lately!!
(JK J if you are reading this)

WTF???

Puhleez!!! I can't believe I actually took a picture of this!

Summer teeth...... and the living is easy.

2005-09-06T19:02:00.000-07:00

Just a quickie about something that happened to me yesterday - my Labor Day holiday - as I was leaving to do nothing other than...LABOR!!

I caught some of the kids that live in the "park" behind my house trying to bury their crippled sister in a 3 foot by 3 foot hole that they dug in MY yard because she was going to tell the sperm and egg donors about the shopping cart they had stolen from shop n save that they filled with a television and vacuum cleaner. Oh yeah..... forgot to mention they also started a small fire with other stolen materials that was threatening to burn down my precious weed garden.

When I ventured into the park to tell the sperm and egg donors about the episode I was shocked back into the reality of why our world is so screwed up! I think there might be some sort of inbreeding going on down there on Big Ben. The T to T ratio (tooth to tattoo) was in full effect down in the park........let me tell ya. Maybe they would have taken me more seriously if I would have driven down there in an El-Camino with no exhaust while wearing a wife beater without a bra, stirrup pants and a set of Billy Bob teeth. Barefoot too maybe..... pregnant with a Hamm's in one hand and a 3/4 ash Doral cigarette hanging out of my mouth.

Man that's the life... I hear property is cheap down there and I am thinking about buying it up. J and I will fit right in with our four dogs.

WTF???

A view of the "park" from my back porch

WTF??? Episode 1

2005-09-06T08:57:00.000-07:00

So here we are. We have both arrived at the ultimate point of dorkdom - Lyndsay's blog. Hence my blog title WTF???. I've been reading my friend Troy's blog for years now - even before blogging was the cool thing to do. Since, of course, I am am all about jumping on the cool bus, I decided to join in. Why not?? After all I do need a place to vent my frustrations and expose this crazy little ride I like to call my life. My friend AJ recently started a blog here and since the age of like....birth, we have had this ongoing competition of upstaged supremacy. I couldn't let him have one up on me. ;-) AJ won't be, but who knows, maybe someone will be amused by it. Enjoy.... many more posts to come that will make you leave thinking "WTF???"!

(you know I luv ya buddy!)