So basically my boyfriend and I had been planning on buying my mom a new vacuum for Christmas to satisfy her vacuuming needs to their fullest extent...
About Me
- Demi
- I am a small town girl with a quirky personality. I enjoy life and live to its fullest. Life is not average with a homosexual cat, hippie parents, 3 jobs, lots of old people, and a house out in the middle of nowhere. Actually, we live next door to a stripper and a peacock. I also share my backyard with 5 million of the scurvy neighborhood cats.
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Back To Blogging About My Shitty Life
Let me tell you all about my crappy life right now...
It all started when I bought a dog. He is an Italian Greyhound and his name was Baccie. (I changed it to Riley because what the fuck is a Bacci?) Anyways, I brought him home Friday night and snuggled up close to me and slept in the bed. The next morning I woke up and took him out to the living room with me. Being a cute puppy, he was begging for me to pick him up and put him onto the couch...so I did.
Then what happens? He got excited and started tugging on my bathrobe. I played back and he started getting super hyper and excited. He took a wrong step on a loose cushion, lost his balance, fell off the couch. and broke his leg!!! I heard it snap and him yelp and my heart sunk. I broke down into tears.
I quickly got dressed one handed with him in the other and rushed to the vet. The local vet treated me rudely and didn't give a damn about my situation it seemed. She told me it was going to cost up to $2500 to get him properly treated. Of course they didn't have the equipment because they're fucking dickhead dope-wads who manage fleas and vaccinations and shit.
I got a second opinion blah blah blah. Same thing as the first vet. So anyways, I ended up taking him to Kansas State Veterinary Teaching School for surgery. They put in a titanium plate and I had to leave him there for two days!
It all started when I bought a dog. He is an Italian Greyhound and his name was Baccie. (I changed it to Riley because what the fuck is a Bacci?) Anyways, I brought him home Friday night and snuggled up close to me and slept in the bed. The next morning I woke up and took him out to the living room with me. Being a cute puppy, he was begging for me to pick him up and put him onto the couch...so I did.
Then what happens? He got excited and started tugging on my bathrobe. I played back and he started getting super hyper and excited. He took a wrong step on a loose cushion, lost his balance, fell off the couch. and broke his leg!!! I heard it snap and him yelp and my heart sunk. I broke down into tears.
I quickly got dressed one handed with him in the other and rushed to the vet. The local vet treated me rudely and didn't give a damn about my situation it seemed. She told me it was going to cost up to $2500 to get him properly treated. Of course they didn't have the equipment because they're fucking dickhead dope-wads who manage fleas and vaccinations and shit.
I got a second opinion blah blah blah. Same thing as the first vet. So anyways, I ended up taking him to Kansas State Veterinary Teaching School for surgery. They put in a titanium plate and I had to leave him there for two days!
Poor Little Guy :[
Friday, August 12, 2011
The Torrential Downpour
Ok so apparently hurricanes DO exist in Nebraska and if not... someone needs to explain what the hell whipped through our town last night!
Seriously, it's 2:45 AM and I wake up to 80 MPH of wind, sheet rain, hail, thunder, and lightning. Being the curious person I am, I crawled out of bed and lazily strolled to the front window. I casually peered out hoping to catch some excitement for once in the dull town. Instead....I see that my lawn chair has blown into the middle of the highway!
Seriously, it's 2:45 AM and I wake up to 80 MPH of wind, sheet rain, hail, thunder, and lightning. Being the curious person I am, I crawled out of bed and lazily strolled to the front window. I casually peered out hoping to catch some excitement for once in the dull town. Instead....I see that my lawn chair has blown into the middle of the highway!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Reasons I Hate My Boss
1. The way he talks
My boss babbles on and on forever like a bumbling idiot. "Where should I put this file?"
Uh.....uh uh ......uh..... do ya....oh....well...yeah....uhm....yeh ok yeh well we ...uh ....ok... right there."
Inside my head I am screaming, "SPIT IT OUT! Just shut up and tell me where to put the damn file! Jesus Christ! Oh my god he never shuts up!"
2. "Not my information!"
I absolutely cannot do anything in my own office. (Or should I say picnic table in a crowded unused room.) Any time I try to make a change I get the, "and don't be giving out my information!" speech. "You want my e-mail address? Now don't you be giving out my information!" WTF!? How the hell do you run an office without phone numbers and e-mail addresses!?
3. I swear he has off task censors
Every single time I get off task he randomly pops in on me. It's like he can sense when I'm not being productive or using the "government's eyes." (Also known as the internet.) The interent is the root of all evil to him. It's where viruses, the government, and everyone is watching and waiting for us to slip up. One day I was looking up cell phone prices for him when his phone started ringing. It was a telemarketing call from Walmart. Of course, he blamed me for using the "governments eyes" and stated that they know what we were looking at and got our information! GASP! (I wasn't even on the Walmart website.)
4. I can never get a direct answer
"So should I put this in the truck 9 or trailer 9 file?"
"Well back in January when I bought truck 9 it had 600000 miles on it!"
"OK. Great. But, where do I put this paperwork?"
"Well....uh....uh you see....I..... separate things into 2 categories and I usually just go from there!"
Damnit! I wasn't asking you about your "don't make no sense" categorizing habits! I just wanna know where the the freaking files go! This guy seriously take 10 minutes to tell me something that usually take a second.
"Oh yeh put in the blue file."
(blank stare and expasperated look from me)
My boss babbles on and on forever like a bumbling idiot. "Where should I put this file?"
Uh.....uh uh ......uh..... do ya....oh....well...yeah....uhm....yeh ok yeh well we ...uh ....ok... right there."
Inside my head I am screaming, "SPIT IT OUT! Just shut up and tell me where to put the damn file! Jesus Christ! Oh my god he never shuts up!"
2. "Not my information!"
I absolutely cannot do anything in my own office. (Or should I say picnic table in a crowded unused room.) Any time I try to make a change I get the, "and don't be giving out my information!" speech. "You want my e-mail address? Now don't you be giving out my information!" WTF!? How the hell do you run an office without phone numbers and e-mail addresses!?
3. I swear he has off task censors
Every single time I get off task he randomly pops in on me. It's like he can sense when I'm not being productive or using the "government's eyes." (Also known as the internet.) The interent is the root of all evil to him. It's where viruses, the government, and everyone is watching and waiting for us to slip up. One day I was looking up cell phone prices for him when his phone started ringing. It was a telemarketing call from Walmart. Of course, he blamed me for using the "governments eyes" and stated that they know what we were looking at and got our information! GASP! (I wasn't even on the Walmart website.)
4. I can never get a direct answer
"So should I put this in the truck 9 or trailer 9 file?"
"Well back in January when I bought truck 9 it had 600000 miles on it!"
"OK. Great. But, where do I put this paperwork?"
"Well....uh....uh you see....I..... separate things into 2 categories and I usually just go from there!"
Damnit! I wasn't asking you about your "don't make no sense" categorizing habits! I just wanna know where the the freaking files go! This guy seriously take 10 minutes to tell me something that usually take a second.
"Oh yeh put in the blue file."
(blank stare and expasperated look from me)
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