Let me grab a few of these thoughts

The other day, I was looking at some accounts for one of our facilities, and noticed a couple of the last names. OK, there are people with the last name of Black, Brown, White, Gray, Green... why don't you ever meet someone whose last name is Purple? or Yellow? Or Orange?
Does any one else ever wonder about weird stuff like that? BTW, I think I may just change my last name to Fuschia. *grin*

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My anti-socialness or my need for solitude (as I prefer to call it) came rushing to the front today at work. There's this one bookkeeper at one of our facilities in Arkansas that I always have a fun time with in our phone conversations. And we send a lot of snarky emails back and forth, and it's all just fun. She is transferring up here to the corporate office. She and her husband are renting a house in my sub-division. She will be living just a couple of blocks from me. She called me today, wanting to know my house number. She & hubby will be moving some stuff up this weekend, and said if hubby got on her nerves or she just needed a break, she might just come to visit. Here's the thing... I don't do "unexpected guests". For one thing, I don't always have the house clean. And if I'm having company, I want the house CLEAN. Seriously, if people just drop by, and my house is not 'company-ready', I won't let them in. I will step out on my porch and talk to them, but they are not coming in. I don't care if it's freezing outside. Plus, the weekends are my time to just chill out... Some weekends, I don't even get dressed. I don't step outside for even a minute. And for someone to say they "MIGHT" just drop by... EEEKKKK!

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Yay!!! When I stopped by the grocery store this evening on my way home from work (needed light bulbs and batteries), I went down the aisle for books & magazines. I will sometimes buy a book there (normally go to Barnes & Nobles so I can use my discount card). I see that the latest Katie MacAlister book, Blow Me Down, was out. Yay! I pick it up. Then I see that Lynsay Sands has a new one out. Then I see another one I want. So I put all the books down, go pay for my other items, and head back to Barnes & Nobles. I pick up the 2 I've already mentioned, plus one by Eileen Wilks. And yes, these are all *those* brain-rotting books.
Then I was so ill-mannered when I checked out... The male clerk (and before anyone gets excited on my behalf, he was young and rather dweebie) says they have a new policy - anyone who buys a book has to turn in a 10 page report. I laugh, say OK, yeah right... then point to the book on top, say "lots of sex", point to the next one, "lots of sex", point to the last one, "lots of sex", "Oh, and they all fall in love. There, that's my report." As I walked out, I thought, man, that was rather crude of me.

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I have a sticker I need to take to work.

"As you are standing here talking
to me, I want you to
understand that I will be making
fun of you as soon as you leave."


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In keeping that we are all DAWS... *points to links* I would like to call your attention to the link titled Arkie's writings. I know it's not Shakespeare or Frost or e.e.cummings, by no means, but I'm quite proud of some of it. Please note I said SOME of it. Others are so horrible, I should delete them, but I can't bring myself to do it. So, if you ever are just extremely bored, and need something to read for a few minutes, check it out.