just some babble

I guess this is my first post of the year, i'm 11 days late. I was gonna do the "reflection of 05" post and my "insight to 06" post, but I was kinda busy at work, and lazy at other times so it just never happened. Maybe one day I'll do one of them.

So I'm sittin here just doing my daily internet thing, reading up on news and a few of my favorite blogs, wishing I'd perhaps get my tax refund early. At least my employer is good for one thing, downloadable w2's weeks before everyone else. I walk into H&R Block to a couple of bored people waiting for a body. In a couple of weeks they will be swamped and my money will be well spent. This year since the bill are ok I'm gonna "upgrade" some things around my place. Been needing a new TV in the living room, get my HTS and maybe even XM Radio. I love listening to it at work since they have a working demo unit there. Get my car worked on, the tranny has been slipping still, needs a good flush. Might even do some upgrading on the computer, the motherboard has been acting suspect lately.

Remember the brother and the girlfriend that was living here? Well, being the nice sister that I am, I felt sorry for my brother having issues with her and not having somewhere to sleep, so I let him come back, now I feel as if I regret that. I know guys can be sloppy or whatever, but DAMN! And I've also learned that girl he messes with is psycho. I tell you one thing, if she calls my house one more time at 3am when i'm home and wakes me up, she's gonna meet Ghetto PCDEBB.....

The job still goes. I love it and hate it at the same time. I had a manager last week that was having some issues with her female friend/lover/fuck buddy. I guess in her heart that was her lover, but in her lovers mind it was just a fuck buddy thing. So she's over the edge, decides to buy a bottle of pills and pop them all. She's walking around like a zombie. Mind you, I feel for her, and now she's in the hospital under a Baker Act (see Florida Baker Act), but killing yourself is the punk way out. Hell, she's got keys to everything in the fucking building. She was having a shitty night, what if she went to sporting goods, got gun and ammunition and popped all of us off, if not herself? What if she simply just dropped dead on us? I'm mad as hell for her doing that to herself, and to us. I hope she gets her act together cause she wont be back to work for a while, if at all. Of course everyone in the store is talking about it, and apparently comparing notes on some of the foul things she's done in the store, so some believe this was her way out since she was about to get canned/reprimanded anyway. When I say foul, i mean messing with people's money and a huge deal of favoritism.

Other babble? Well, umm, I have another cat. Yes, Buttercup (aka Battle Cat) has a playmate. Buttercup is a fatass, she is just a real fatass. I'm surprised she has stamina to play with the new cat (Snowflake) since she's almost 2 and Snowflake is about 3 months or so. he's a cutie, but gets into everything. Too damn curious for his own good. Oh yea, and to show my geekness, they have their own webpages...

Buttercup's Page
Snowflake's Page

I hope I dont turn into that cat lady everyone hates to live by....

All of this should have kept you busy, I'll have more soon, there's always some drama to talk about, or something