Darkchild's blog: " blathering about nothing"

Teeth are important. To me, they are a deal breaker.

I have all my teeth. I take care of my teeth. If you don't have your own teeth due to accident or other issue, you need to go to a dentist & have them hook you up.  They do it every day.

I have met alot of guys lately who have regular full time jobs, and are missing teeth. WHY are they not going to a dentist?? They have medical coverage at the job.

I am sorry, but i am not gonna make out with you if you don't have any regard for your oral hygiene. It makes me wonder what else you are very lax about  if you can't handle something that prominant.

Somehow, when I wasn't looking. I became a true mummer. 

Mummers must make comments to strangers, or even friends, and voice their opinions.--wanted or not--in any forum that lets them type in a comment.  The comments can be funny, sarcastic, clever or nasty. A poster is pretty much at the mercy of the mood of the writer. Anything can and does happen in mumms.

I recently became aware it was a real part of who I am.

My job blocked access to anything truely fun on the internet. Some jackoff was looking at porn at work & ruined it for everyone. All streaming media, chat methods, and online communities have been blocked. Even e-mail is gone. All I can do is read the news, look things up, and Ebay.

Some of you may be readers of the "OMG" page. It is celebrity news & photos. There are places under the pictures and stories for people to voice their opinions.  I have found that because I have no access to Fubar all day, I spend WAY more time than I should in that site making comments (based on my mood) all day long to people that could not care & will really never read what I think.

I think this is a direct result of not being able to MUMM properly, so it is my surogate forum.

I have to say, I really wish some of the mummers on here,were in there with me. I would have a much better work day. Commenting there would be alot more fun too.

So, we have been really slow this month at work.

It's the end of the month, and a Friday. We were busy as HELL today! Finally a good solid day to make some money & make up for the rest of the month!!

NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All of a sudden, something in the system DIES. We can't print, we can't e-mail, we can barely rate. We finally get a good day, and we blow it!! We could have made so much more money today!!

**cries!

How can I be super happy, and super pissed at the same time over pretty much the same thing?

I work in a call center. I have found that the general public has NO maners. This disgusts me.

Do I call your job & ask you why you do your job like you do? Your boss told you how to do it, so that is how you do it.

If you call a company, do not eat, burp, fart, pee or anything else while on your business call. If your child is screaming, put the phone down & tend to your child.

If you call someone, & ask them questions, guess what?? They are gonna ask you some back. Don't be surprised by this.

If you are calling for the price of something & the answer is not what you expected or what you want to hear, just hang up. I really don't care who else gave you a better deal or why you don't like my price. I don't make the rules, just kindly go away if it does not meet your needs. It doesn't make you a man, a better woman or anything else if you flip out on the phone at me. I am probably playing an internet game & not listening to your stupid rant anyhow.

The letter R is pronounced R. Not are-a.

You are calling at 800 number. I don't know you, I can't see you & I don't know what you are saying if you don't speak clearly. We do not all have the same accent.

If you leave me a phone number, leave your area code.

I am not bionic. I type the info you say as you say it. Do not read me your address at warp speed, then get an attitude when I ask you to repeat all or part of it.

Ford owns Mercury, but that doesn't mean you drive a Mercury F-150. You also cannot possibly drive a Chevy Oldsmobile. If  you bought it, didn't anyone tell you what you just paid for?

If you have a loan, you don't own that vehicle. You need full coverage.

Backdating insurance is illegal. I will NOT risk jail for you, I don't care if you are Johnny Depp.

Do not have someone else call for you. Stop being a baby & make  your own calls, The other person never has all the info,  plus it is sorta sick for a mother to call for her 40 year old son.

If you are sleeping with them, you should know their birthday.

Quote means--educated guess.  Just like that bathroom remodeler gave you a quote, but when he got in there it went up, if you forget to tell me something & I find out about it, my price will change too. Why be shocked by this?

Sorry, rough week.  I jusst needed to vent.

Thanks.

You have a friend, They need ALOT. I mean, ALOT. Food, money, stuff, support, etc. ALOT.

They are a good person, but you know  you will never get back what you put in, and likely they will never really tell you it is appreciated.

What do you DO?

Do you do all you can anyhow?

Does it really mean something to give til it hurts when no one cares that you are doing it but you? Are you kepping your karma in line or are you just a stupid idiot?

Who are you really helping anyhow? Them? Yourself? When should you give up?

First let me say I am SHOCKED at how some people live. More than that, I am shocked at what people do to a house.

I have been house hunting for a while now. I thought I had seen it all by now. Today I was in a house that actually scared me.

From the outside, it was a cute red brick house, corner lot, attached 1 car garage. I walk in & the smell is unreal! The hardwood floors are trashed, parts of the ceiling are coming down & there are ciggy butts in the kitchen drain. We get in the bathroom, There is mold everywhere & cat shit in the totally rusted out tub.

The basement.....oh the basement. That house had once been super cute with an electric fireplace in the finished basement. Apparently, someone turned the water on & left for a week. All the tiles were curled up, there was black mold everwhere & the ceiling was down in a few places.  I had an asthma attack.

How can someone live in that? Much less, try to sell it?

I really don't understand people.

This may be my last year to do the Santa thing. My son is 9 yrs old. I found a big red felt sack with a gold cord & white pom pom ends. I wrapped the Santa presents & put them in the sack. I am planning to make it look like my house was the last stop & Santa left the bag for Alex.

Cute?? I think so!

So far I have made 3 batches of butterballs, chocolate chip, and peanutbutter blossoms, and the dough for chocolate crinkles.

Today I make the chocolate crinkles, spritz trees and fudge.

I don't know if I should make pecan tarts or a pecan pie. I will also be making my grandmothers cheesecake.

I feel like something is missing. What??

Help me.

O.M.G. Why did no one tell me about this stuff sooner?? I love it! I could drink a gallon of it right now.

Fuck all of you who knew about it & didn't tell me!

Where's  my mug...