could it be?

I got up at 6:30 this morning to drive the 10 miles or so to Wally World to buy a new CD player for work, the new Wolfmother CD and a new alarm clock for home. My Cd player that is relatively new, doesn't always play all of my burned CDs. The annoying and important part of the clock stopped working. You know, the part that makes that gawd-awful noise first thing in the morning....yeah... it doesn't make that noise anymore. Wolfmother just kicks ass.. 'nuff said.

So, instead of playing CoD4 (see my last post) I got up at 6:30 showered, dressed and drove to Wally World. All the while, talking to myself, reasoning that "Dammit I deserve these things!" As I get closer, I begin talking myself OUT of these things. If anyone were to look in the car, they would surely think I had gone mad, arguing and yelling at myself in the mirror. By the time I got there, I had talked myself out of it ALL.

I DON'T need a new CD player, there is always the only rock station Orlando has.. but it sucks. Besides if I beat on the CD player long enough, it WILL eventually play the Cds. Besides, Christmas is coming, money's tight; why not let someone get it for me? I don't need a new alarm clock; all of my animals as well as my internal clock usually wake be up WAY before I have to be up in the morning. Besides, once someone buys me the new player for Christmas hint hint the player I have here has an alarm that actually works, so I can just replace it. I don't need the new Wolfmother CD, again, Christmas is coming and everyone in my family loves that band so surely someone will get it.

So there I am 7:06 at the turn lane for Wally World. I turn in, then pull into the Chick-Fil-A parking lot instead; it's right next to Wally World. I place my order, get my total: $6.66. I pull around to the window (HA! I typed 'winder' first... damn Southern drawl) and told the girl there was a problem with my total. She thought she did something wrong a reassured me it was correct. I said, "Oh I don't doubt that, but its 666. So I had her put on another coffee just to change the total. On my drive back I noticed the full or almost full moon in the sky.. good thing I had her change that total.


So essentially, I got up at 6:30am JUST to go to Chick-Fil-A get a 666 number and see that it was full moon.. Dammit I should have stayed in bed.

Signs of addiction to a 1st person shooter game

You may have noticed that I haven't posted in a week. This is because I work and when I come home, Call of Duty Modern Warfare sucks me in deep.

You know you are addicted when:

• You stop blogging
• You wake up and start playing
• You stay up playing into the wee hours in the morning though you know you have to get up a few hours later to work
• You dream about the game, the different maps and you wake up exhausted from all of the shooting and stabbing and killing you did all night while sleeping.
• When you go outside and see something moving you think.. "I gotta shoot that!"
• All of the real life scenery reminds you of a map in the game.
• When walking into a real life building, you look for claymores or people crouching in the corner ready to destroy you.
• When in face to face conversation with someone, you look above their heads to see if their names are green (friend) or red (enemy)
• The slightest noise you hear that reminds you of a gunshot or a claymore going off or any signs of danger, you run and take cover under your bosses desk.
• If there is helicopter flying around above your house, you can't help but wonder, "Is that their chopper or ours?" Then start looking for something to shoot it down out of the sky.
• Your teenage kids beg you to stop playing because you have been on for 7 hours straight and they would like to play.
• You wont let anyone else play until you get promoted.
  
• The only reason you are blogging is because the kids drugged you, took over the game and when you woke up you discover you are tied to your computer char with just enough mobility in your arms to type.

OK must go now, The Boy just signed off the game and is going to mow the lawn. At least SOMEONE is being productive around here.

Mad Lib Monday: Prom Night Part 1

Today's post is a result of yesterday's post:

One of the first and finest major horror films of all times was called Mother Mary,
about a teenage snake who was wet. She went to Dizzblnd Academy for the Deaf, Dumb and Bloggerly Challenged and she got good grades in weeds and running, but she was always behaving objectively and did not like her fellow butt cheeks. This is because they did not like her. They all thought she was pretty and a politician.

So at the end of her senior colon, this girl was not invited to the slippery prom. All of the other students had dates and new panties to wear (who wears panties to a prom? hehehe) But treated their classmate as if she were really pink. And she behaved so delightfully it was horrifying.

Thanks everyone for playing! I'll try to do it again next Sunday if I remember!

Reader Participation Sunday

The rules are very easy so if you are still confused after all of this time or if this is your first time here please read:

Here are the rules: On Sundays I will gather from you, my hopefully loyal stalkers and lost bloggers what I need to complete the Mad Lib. I won't tell you the title of the Mad Lib. It will simply say Reader Participation Sunday. I will ask my commenters for the required verbs, nouns, adjectives.. whatever. EVERYONE will give me EACH word I ask for when they comment or else! (for example, if I ask for 14 words, EACH of you give me EACH of the 14 words I ask.) Then I will post the whole story with the title on Monday morning with links of the words to the respective blogger. Like this one
If you don't get a chance to play today, don't worry, I will do it every Sunday and Monday until you tell me you are ready to gouge your eyes out. So stay tuned.
Simple enough? Good.
For those that may have flunked English or forgotten everything you have learned.. Here is a refresher:

Noun: Person, place or thing

Plural noun: More than 1 person place or thing, usually ending in s or es

Verb: An action word (etc run, jump, play)

Verb ending in "ing": see above, just add ing (duh)

Adjective: word that describes something (etc.. beautiful, quick, blue)

Adverb: Word that ends in "ly" it describes a verb (etc, quickly, quietly, hurriedly)

That's the basic English terms. If you've ever done Mad Libs, you know they ask for other things too. OK Got it? Here we go:


1. Female Person in room

2. Something alive

3. Adjective

4. School

5. Plural Noun

6. Verb ending in 'ing'

7. Adverb

8. Plural Noun

9. Adjective

10. Silly word

11. Noun

12. Adjective

13. Article of Clothing (plural)

14. Adjective

15. Adverb

Happy Hour Friday

I am happy that so many people made 1 man feel like a million on his birthday yesterday. He truly is a great guy. I can say that without ever having met him.

I am happy to know such wonderful people that live inside my computer.

My pets make me happy. Especially my cat when she climbs on my lays down and purrs until I think her motor is going to break. I don't even have to pet her. She just loves me that much.

hmmmmmmmm that's all I can think of this early. Maybe once at work I will think of more