tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post637246549153412489..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: Our House In the Middle of Our StreetThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-68578326492090802792008-03-19T18:25:00.000-04:002008-03-19T18:25:00.000-04:00This is an old post but I had to comment. I have ...This is an old post but I had to comment. I have been going through the same thing. If they are really, really going to clean up this town and get serious about it, I could be happy here. This town has the potential to be like Telluride or Park City, but nay, it is more like the backwoods of Mississippi.Leonessehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04910799095745831330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-20356830570838275052008-03-06T10:24:00.000-05:002008-03-06T10:24:00.000-05:00Man, your old yellow room was AWESOME. I'm all abo...Man, your old yellow room was AWESOME. I'm all about colours in places. Down with white and beige. Colours are where it's at. For the record, your current abode looks lovely. And I'm glad you're getting happy in it.<BR/><BR/>Once again, that sentence sounds way dirtier than I'd planned.The Guv'nerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644868081292848220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-54183798668582519302008-03-05T19:29:00.000-05:002008-03-05T19:29:00.000-05:00WendyB - thanks! and it's about time too...Evil - ...WendyB - thanks! and it's about time too...<BR/><BR/>Evil - it's amazing how a little change of scenery and increased income can change a persons outlook.<BR/><BR/>Tara - I tend to sing a lot anyway, but not typically when arriving home from work in the evening.<BR/><BR/>CDP - I hated the layout of that kitchen and it only had one dreary little window so I gave it a shove toward happy with some gawd awful bright paint. The color was called Daisy Chain or something.<BR/><BR/>Silver N - I can put two fingers on it - I'm employed and leaving the house every day after almost a year of unemployed shut-in-dom.<BR/><BR/>Step - having made friends here now I feel a little guilty bitching about how badly I want to move back home and knowing that they read my blog. Can't help it, it's how I feel.<BR/><BR/>Dan - I would like to keep my job as long as possible. Besides they are all a bunch of non-cussing fucknuts. Hey Mr. DJ says "fudge" and "darn". I think he would keel over if he saw the word "fucknut" scrawled in Sharpie on my non-dairy creamer bottle.<BR/><BR/>Pistols - I am truly a sight to behold. Middle aged poetry in motion and would you believe that I've never had a lesson?<BR/><BR/>Churlita - I think the world would be a much better place if I could morph this feeling into tablet form and spike everyone's kool-aid.<BR/><BR/>Linka - having someone steal something that has my name on it is very weird. Hasn't happened since I had room mates. It's very distressing.The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:https://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-48348263794089757172008-03-05T15:51:00.000-05:002008-03-05T15:51:00.000-05:00I posted last year about a bitch, I mean lady from...I posted last year about a bitch, I mean lady from a different department, who TWICE ate my Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches..those things are expensive ya know. My co-worker watched her open "our" freezer, open the BRAND NEW box of them, heat one up and bound her fat ass back to her desk..huh?<BR/>I left a note in the box that said:<BR/>STEALING IS UGLY<BR/>She never touched them again.<BR/>Also, pubic hair sprinkled on your food item is just as effective..ask Clarence Thomas.Linka72https://www.blogger.com/profile/12318724136535263434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-81192407072753403502008-03-05T14:26:00.000-05:002008-03-05T14:26:00.000-05:00Good for you. I love it when people are happy. Alt...Good for you. I love it when people are happy. Although, I think I'd be happier if I didn't have to work...As long as I wasn't living under the rail road bridge.Churlitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05018288474865559384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-44207357333855889592008-03-05T14:19:00.000-05:002008-03-05T14:19:00.000-05:00Happiness can only be expressed through the majest...Happiness can only be expressed through the majesty of dance. Congrats!paperback readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05200353078639769169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-86270110032739477852008-03-05T12:51:00.000-05:002008-03-05T12:51:00.000-05:00I personally would write "Hey, Fucknut, quit touch...I personally would write "Hey, Fucknut, quit touching my milk!" on it, but that's me. Probably wouldn't make a good first impression on your new co-workers.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10557932331658823137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-37100106263553712862008-03-05T12:22:00.000-05:002008-03-05T12:22:00.000-05:00I miss "home", too. I miss being close to family ...I miss "home", too. I miss being close to family the older I get. I miss being closer to the girlfriends I've known the longest in my life. I miss where it is warm longer in the year than it is cold. I miss the south.<BR/><BR/>But I love all the friends from all over the world I've made in the different states that I've lives since moving away from home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-7019980785487111632008-03-05T11:01:00.000-05:002008-03-05T11:01:00.000-05:00Happiness is a good thing...especially when it's k...Happiness is a good thing...especially when it's kind of sudden and you can't really put your finger on why exactly you are happy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-26035541515672605392008-03-05T10:27:00.000-05:002008-03-05T10:27:00.000-05:00I'm glad you're feeling happy. My kitchen is almo...I'm glad you're feeling happy. My kitchen is almost, but not quite, that yellow, and I love it. Both of your houses look charming.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14956997477396182396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-48733993435045743282008-03-05T09:51:00.000-05:002008-03-05T09:51:00.000-05:00Great post, I love that you come home singing afte...Great post, I love that you come home singing after a day of work! That is a good sign. :)<BR/><BR/>That was a beautiful house you had, it makes me miss my childhood home. It too had problems with it, but I have more happy memories from it than bad ones.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16103812856035857566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-65223524241774223412008-03-05T05:28:00.000-05:002008-03-05T05:28:00.000-05:00I have been pretty happy since I started the new j...I have been pretty happy since I started the new job as well. Looks like we both drank from the same fountain of new job mojo back a month and a half ago. But, though happy, nobody will catch me doing soft-shoes and singing little ditties. <BR/><BR/>I fear putting my Vitamin Water in the work fridge. The office has 450 people in it, there has to be a grocery glommer in the place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-66885321233644914362008-03-04T23:34:00.000-05:002008-03-04T23:34:00.000-05:00Happiness? I approve!Happiness? I approve!WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.com