zaacharia
Grumpy's cat is a goddess
zaacharia

Oops! Sorry, I skipped over the first sentence but yes, I do have problems with social interactions and I work with some not so bright people. None of the things I was yelled at for were actually aimed at anyone - here in the state of WA they were going to put people's SS# on driver's licenses (possibly the worst idea

My great grandma Rusher lived to 102; I was there for her 100th b-day. I liked to tell people that she came to Montana in a covered wagon and screamed with delight when we landed a man on the moon. Sigh. She grew up on the south side of Chicago and came to Montana on the train like a lady. When she was 98, her

I think the point I was trying to make was that anonymous threats are never appropriate and beside the point is that my feet did not stink. I don't need someone to confide in and I don't know what your comment about HR is meant to imply. Is it ever appropriate to stand up and yell in a class (and why do you assume it

My supervisor called me into her office for a 'chat' - it went well but it was a cover-my-ass kind of interview to go into my file. My file is pretty effing strange; during my training class it approached 2 minutes to end of the class and the instructor was not wrapping up so I pointed out the time and I was

My summer drink is a tequila tonic with a double squeeze - it is not too sweet, the tonic is kind of bitter and lime is acidic and the tequila is peppery. My winter drink is whiskey and cola (I used to drink bourbon and coke but switched to generics because).

Yeah, we were such different planes of existence it is hard to figure out how we were able to talk with each other. At least she now knows how to make glass beads.

Yeah, I am going to go with that theory. I really needed a sad so that I could grieve - I could easily have set myself up for this. I just spent an hour sitting in the dark listening to Glenn Gould - talk about being an 'old', who else would think listening to a pianist hum to himself over his piano stylings as

Nah, she was just operating on a different plane than I was - to give her the benefit of the doubt, she might not be aware of her 'glamor'.

I know that my sad is about more than this incident - I probably have not mourned the passing of my 25 year relationship, I am mourning my slow walk into the dieing of the light and that I am no longer 35 and pretty.

This year's Valentine's Day died early. I am old, I am fat, and I am not good looking (I used to be young, trim and pretty) but this really beautiful woman at work started paying attention to me about a year ago. Well, I was in a 25 year relationship so I just ignored it. Then Mrs. Grumpy up and left me (no blame

I can never read anything in my dreams; as soon as I try to read something, I realize I am dreaming because it is - not even gibberish, just 'snow'. Once I was dreaming I was on a shelf that was only 2 inches wide and my back was to the cliff and down was like that scene from "Crouching Tiger" - I woke myself because

We bought a red angus and named her Ginger for her dance moves - she tasted good. We have guy east of the Cascades who range feeds his cows.

The big deal is the the lie; once you doubt the integrity of your food how do you know it is not melamine in chalk water instead of milk? Next it could soylent green.

I am into my 2nd week of teaching a co-worker how to make glass beads - she is a jeweler who wants to add to her skill set. It has been 20 years since I worked a minor bench torch but the important thing is that she does not fear the flame; and to keeps the mandrel spinning.

I would also like to point out that female spotted hyenas have an enlarged clitoris masquerading as a penis for 'social erections' - it’s a hard task to discern a female spotted hyena’s elongated clitoris from a male spotted hyena’s penis. The story in depth here:

Whew! I thought you had given up; thanks for the response.

I just know you were waiting for this link:

Okay, chill it is - I misinterpreted what you were saying, I guess. Sometimes I jump, sometimes I can swim in the sea of knowledge and stay dry. I apologize.

Why all bullshit leading up to your but? Who gives a crap what you would prefer - I am not jumping down your throat I am saying you started out with a bullshit whinge and set it up with a but; any time you have to spend time defending yourself before you even get to your but you just know you are wrongety wrong wrong

Yeah, the really cool part is that I am reconnecting with some benchwork I left behind in 1994 I got loosely involved in glass blowing but prior to that say about 1991, I came into possession of a ceramics kiln and was doing some fusing/slumping/saggin and had a couple of life-masks made that I wanted to do something