**Please note - there is an important note, a serious note, from me to you, at the bottom of this post.**
Please recall this post. On a very slow Friday night it seemed like an awesome idea. But in reality? Not so much.
Now, if you read my other blogs , Paint! and Where Was I? you will already know that I have been very excited about my new mailing address. Prior to Monday we had to go into town and pick up our mail at the post office. As of Monday, however, Our mail has been reassigned to a standing in the street looking very cold mailbox thingy.
As in across the street. As in I can check the mail sixty times a day if I damn well want. As in SEND ME MAIL.
So. Today I had the chore of calling six million and eight places to change my mailing address. I could have left it as it was ~ I don’t really like bills ~ but sometimes cool stuff comes in the mail*.
AhhhhhNYway.
This is a (very small) sample of the type of the conversations I had today.
Me: So the new address is two oh seven.
Dumb Twat: *typing sounds* oh no. The system is not allowing me to put letters in this field. Your address has to be all numbers.
Me: It is. Two-Oh-Seven
Dumb Twat: So what I am having problems with is typing the Oh into the field. Are you sure this is your address
Me: *Sigh* Oh as in zero.
Dumb Twat: *typing sounds* Ok then! Your address has been changed to show 207 dash oh. Was that everything?
Me: *banging head on table*
Me: V
Very good Engrish Speaker : D?
Me: V as in Vowel
Very god engrish Speaker: Hokay. B as in bowel.
Me: Nooo. Veee as in vice
Very Good Engrish Speaker: hokay. B has een bowel follow by da D like ina dice.
Me: *head explodes*
It just kept ketting worse. The more morons I called, the more frustrated I got and the more frustrated I got the more stupid they got.
Either that or I really pissed of that bitch Karma.
* I got offered the chance to review a toy - one toy - from an educational site. They asked me to pick out three and they would choose which to send for the review. They sent all freaking three. Expect a post up at Paint! very soon, these are some seriously cool toys!
** If you could take a minute to bookmark or blogline or google read Paint! and Where Was I?, I would really appreciate it. But thats not all, I would super really appreciate it if you opened both blog in tabs and left them open, while you play a game of canasta or solitaire or go on your coffee break or I dunno, actually spend five minutes a day reading the bloody things. Yes. They are full of paid ads, but they are also full of interesting tidbits about my daily life you will never see here in BPR. For example. I’m not writing about how me and the baby almost got hit by a retard truck driver here, am I? Nope. Not linking. Its the most recent post at one of those two blogs.
But why do I desperately want you to read those two blogs? Google dropped paid bloggers page ranks to zilch over the last month, so PPP has decided to get rid of Google page rank in their system. They have unveiled a new system, one based on actual visitors to your blogs. They call it real rank. I need my rank up so I qualify for high paying opps. The ONLY way to rank up is to have visitors. Lots and lots of visitors. Pee ess: as of now, reading from a reader doesn’t get counted as stats, so please click over to the physical blog site.
Besides. I’m damn proud of Paint! and Where Was I?.
Oh and …
Pictures up at the photo blog
Sometimes, when you walk down the street and chance upon a hot chick, you are lucky(?) enough to see a bit more than she is willing to show. Sometimes you see this:
OK, you won’t see this per say, but I searched for at least twenty minutes for a suitable hot chick with ass crack showing and got nothing. WTF? I tried hot ass, sexy ass, and about six million other variations of the ass theme, and got zilch.
Anyway, as you can see, Ass Crack has the potential of being sexy. Unfortunately maybe 15% of the worlds population are fit enough to have both an ass and a trim body, so you don’t see it often.
More often you are stuck viewing the ass of a fat woman who was too em-bare-assed to tell her boss her true size and thus got stuck with a pair of pants five sizes too small. And if the staining and visible stretch marks were not bad enough, her muffin top was doing a complete 360. And it jiggled as she bagged the groceries.
More than anything in the world, I wanted to offer her a can of this :
So I got the results of my blood tests back today. Sorta. There was not much they were willing to tell me over the phone.
They do know it is not my thyroid. And that the problem is with my heart. Or more to the point, how my heart pumps blood.
Not going to say much more on this topic, at least not until I know more about it.
Monday I have to schedule a few tests and we will plan from there.
I was writing up the previous post when my son walked in the door, home from school. I didn’t turn to look at him, just tossed a “hi Honey” over my shoulder.
That is I didn’t turn to look at him until he replied back “hi mom” in the saddest voice ever. Since me, the hubs and the MIL are all sick as dogs, I asked :
Are you sick?
no
are you feeling OK?
yes
Did you get hurt coming home from school?
No.
All in such a sad little voice. By now I have ditched the computer and the opp I was typing up to go to him. He sounded so damn sad and I said that to him.
He started to cry saying “Thats becuase I AM sad!”
He bough ten Pokemon cards with his own money and has been taking and trading them at school with his friends since Monday.
Today some one stole all his cards.
I had JUST - as in not ten minutes before he came home- completed a payment on eBay for a lot of 60 cards. They were supposed to be for his birthday at the end of the month, but he just looked SO sad, so I told him (and showed him them).
Still. not nice, stealing form a classmate. Not nice at ALL..
He told me that during social studies they go to a different room and a different class uses their classroom. His friend D was in his desk, but D was his best friend in grade two and still is, he wouldn’t have taken them.
Kind makes me proud he is willing to stick up for a pal, and give them the benefit of the doubt, but still. Not nice to steal from a kid. I hope his teacher can get to the bottom of it.
*ring*
*Ring*
*RING!*
“Hello blog? Yea, It’s me. What the fuck do you mean me who?! It’s me, Blue! You been messing round on me with some other blogger or something?…OK, listen, just grab a pen and write this down:”
Dear people who come to this blog for some reason unknown to me, Bluepaintred has a cold and is pretty sure she is at deaths door. She won’t stop whining. She can’t come into blog tonight becuase she is a big baby. Laugh at her. A lot.
“Blog? You still there? Did you get all that? OK, then read it back to me. . . WTF! That’s not what I said! Tell them …”
*dial tone*
“Blog! Blog!?! Are you there? Mother fucker! I canNOT believe you hung up on me! Screw this shit, I’m goin’ to bed!”
