You're So Vain..... I Bet You Think That Post Was About You

Guess What?   It Wasn't you.....Major Sunshine.  Nope,  it had nothing to do with you and your mother.  But heck, I've certainly enjoyed all the awful comments you made to me and my friends.  As I was told, a long time ago, don't talk to me, read me, or follow me.  I haven't.  You bloggers aren't worth my eyesight.  Too bad you can't follow your own rules. 

So in honor of your vainness, I dedicate this song to you and yours.

If you are smart enough, in place of "song", just insert "post"

To all other people that are reading this.  Please enjoy the song. 

Frack, I Might Have To Hurt Someone

Are you ready?  I know that I am.  Grab the Frack button over there and come on back and link up your gripes.  Should be a good time for all.
Dear Teenage Rodeo Champion Dude At Walmart.

Gosh, it was so nice that you ventured up to the Big City.  You and your girlfriend were mighty cute.  Can I just mention one little tiny thing?  NEXT TIME LEAVE YOUR MOM AND DAD AT HOME!!!!  Your dad was fracken obnoxious.  Talking so loud in his pretend British accent.  We could hear him all over the store.  I understand he was so proud of his baby, but really, leave him home.

Speaking of People of Walmart

Dear Mom with your little clicky boots.

What the frack girl.  Walking heel to toe so you could hear the "clicking" of your boots.  Are you still in high school.  Stop it.  Your daughter was embarrassed.  Get over yourself.

Dear Order Takers Everywhere.

I know you are doing your job.  I know that you watched me come in, WITH NO ONE ELSE.  I ordered 6 dollar items and a large fry.  I DID NOT ORDER ANYTHING TO DRINK.  Please, for the love of frack, don't ask me if this is to stay or to go.  You are giving me a complex.  I might look like I can eat all of that, but in reality, no, no I can't.  And if I were going to STAY THERE AND EAT IT, don't you think I would need a beverage to wash it all down.  Sheesh

Dear El Fatto Matto.

I double fracken hate you.  That is all.

(name changed to protect the non-innocent)

Now, on to a really super sad frack.  

Dear Readers

On December 24, 2011, Christmas Eve, this adorable family was hit by a driver that decided to reach down and pick up his cell phone.  Mom and dad were hurt critically, older son had cuts and bruises, and the baby.  Well, he didn't make it.  The media has not mentioned the fracken idiots name that hit them.  I think they fear someone will hunt him down and hurt him.  

I have been following the mom's blog.  She has been writing about everything that has happened, starting with the day of the accident.  My heart goes out to this family.  Here is the link to the first post of the accident.  If you go read it, Please start with this link and work your way through NEWER POSTS.  

Anatomy of a Car Crash - Part 1

Now, I am including the following link that the site that posts about fundraisers and updates of the family started.  

Warning, this shows parts of the funeral of little Colum.  His mom and dad could not leave the hospital due to all their injuries, so it was held in the chapel at the hospital.  It is very powerful, and I have never seen anything like it.  I just thought I would include it so people will realize that when they are driving, they need to know, if they happen to be a stupid fracken idiot, they can and will kill precious little lives.  

Colum's Funeral

Please, always let your loved ones know how much you love them and appreciate them every day of your lives.  

That Fracken Time Again.... Oh And Some Shoes.....You're Welcome

My Dearest Christy and Boobies,

It has now reached the end of a long work week.  I have been slaving away looking for and applying for jobs, which in of itself is a big ole fracken pain in my buttocks.  And really, buttocks, who in the hell came up with that name?  Alas, I won't go off on a fracken rant about the joys of job searching but I will thank you both once again, for allowing me to spew my madness.

As Always,

Your Faithful Meme Follower

Dazee

I can tell you are all anticipating what time it is again.  Well, I will tell you.  

This morning, while you are all having your big wonderful stupendous breakfast, with oh, maybe a big ole glass of milk on ice or a hot cup of coffee or cocoa, here is what I will be having.

Now, don't be all jealous.  I will be sniffing Mr. Dazee's coffee while I drink my water.  I know, you are all thinking to yourselves, but Dazee, how come you get to have that nice looking bottle of water for breakfast?  

It's because I get to go have my lab work done.   Now, stop it.  No need for you to be jealous.  Remember, I don't have the most prominent veins, so they have to take it out of my hand, with that cute little butterfly thingy, that hurts like hell, especially if there is a newbie tech doing it, and wait.  I have to breathe.  

Therefore, after I have that fracken experience out of the way, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be rewarding myself with a stop to Starbucks.  

Because I deserve it.

Now on to some fun stuff.  I know some of you miss it when I don't show you some fun and exciting shoes that I will never wear, but that others of you might just run to your nearest shoe place and buy.  Admit it, it's true. 

I understand that there are a lot of parties going on this time of year.   Me, well, we all know I didn't go from my last Friday's Frack Off.   But there are plenty of you, that are putting on your cute little outfits, and trying to find the perfect pair of shoes to go with them, so me, being the kind hearted soul that I am, have found a few I thought you might like.

I kind of like the above pair.  Would look cute with that little black dress, or in my case, tent.

Now, didn't those just make your season all sorts of bright?

What Where You Fracken Thinking?

Alas, it is once again Friday.  The end of a long work week.  All this sleeping in and looking for jobs and vegging the rest of the time is just wearing me out.  bwaaa-haa-haaa.

Join me, as I get a couple things off my chest.  I'm always so grateful for Christy and Boobies for the opportunity.  They pretty much keep me going day in and day out, knowing I can purge that anger that is welling up deep inside of me.

Let the Hunger Games begin.  

(bet ya can't tell what I'm reading)

Dear Fracken Scrooge-Magooge-McHoliday-Frooge.  

Thank you once again for taking away my fun of working.  But I'm over that.  What I'm not over, is tonight is the Employee Christmas Party, THAT I FRACKEN PLANNED!!!!  Will I be participating in the activities?  NO.  Was it going to be fun?  YES!  Did I make the reservation, oh back in June just so we could have the night we wanted, during December,  at the Desert Star Dinner Theater?  Why yes, yes I did.  I'm trying not to have a bad attitude today.    Just one thing I want to say.  May your days be dreary and blight, and may all your Christmas's be a fright.  Booyah

Dear Family Members Of A Certain Father.  

What in the hell were you fracken thinking?  Your father lives with you, has a bad back, DOESN'T DRIVE MUCH ANYMORE and you think nothing of it when he takes the keys for a drive on Tuesday Morning and hasn't returned by the evening?  Oh, goodie, you finally call the authorities.  Didn't you realize he is missing his wife that has been gone for 10 years now?  Don't you think that maybe, just maybe that would have been a good place to  OH, I DON'T KNOW, DRIVE TO.  But the real kicker, that makes me fracken want to go all ninja on you.  The daughter that he lives with, GOES TO WORK THE NEXT DAY EVEN THO HE IS STILL MISSING!!!!  (Dazee, calm down, breathe)   Going to my happy place................and I'm back.

Good thing is, one of his granddaughter's friends, decided to get her butt in a car and drive the hour it took to get to his old home.  He didn't make it to that town.  His car went off the road.  For some reason he got out, and laid down by the front tire of his car.  That is where they found him.  He was still alive, but as a diabetic without his medication, and water, he was in bad shape.  One more night and they think he wouldn't have made it.  This angers me to no end.  There would be hell to pay if he was my father in law.  Yeah, put that in your pipe and smoke it, you, you, worthless pieces of dog crap.  

M.U.S.T......S.T.O.P......B.E.F.O.R.E......I......H.U.R.T......S.O.M.E.O.N.E.......

Frack.....What Happened Here??

The Day after.  I survived all the cooking.  My feet were killing me.  The homemade banana cream pie was fantabulous.   Naps were taken.  Love was all around.  It was a good day.

Don't worry your pretty little heads.  I haven't forgot the wonderful day of the week where I get my frack on.  Giving thanks a day late and a dollar short to Christy and Boobies for hosting.  

Mr. Dazee and I were traveling down the road, trying to loosen our load, when we happened upon, car after car after car on both sides of the freeway.  I think I counted at least 12.  There were also UHP troopers there as well.  We kept thinking that there must have been an accidentay but they didn't have the lanes blocked.  That was when we noticed that they were all changing their......

Yup.  Some fracken idiot must have lost a load of something on the freeway that caused the major blowout.  I hope they find the person, and hang them by the short hairs.  What?  They fracken deserve it!!!!

You have all heard about my dear, sweet, cwauson from Podunk Idaho.  Her little family is in the big city for Thanksgiving weekend.  She hurried through her dinner so her and her sister-in-law could go get in line at R.C. Willey, a local Furniture and Electronic Store.  Needless to say, I got a Text telling me that they were the first 2 in line.  What is so important for them to be there, on Thanksgiving at 3 PM.  Well feast you eyes on this

I might've joined them if well, you know, I hadn't been fracken fired.  So alas.  The first 10 people in line are the lucky ones.  Of course, she is going to be one, cold little gal by tomorrow.  But all I can say is, more power to her!!!!

Speaking of power.   Does anyone know where I can fracken get one of these kits?

It's Fracken Friday

It's the most, wonderful time, of the week.  When we say hip-hooray, we've sure needed this day, and we sing in good cheer......, it's the most, wonderful time, OF.....THE.....WEEK.......

Ummm, right, I got carried away there for a second.  It's time to let um rip, with the help of Christy and Boobies and their little meme.  Where I am able to spew forth my venomous anger.  

And what fracken friday would be complete without a road rage incident.  I know, I know, I need to be calm, go to my happy place, pretend that they are not all around me.  But they are.  We will just have to deal with it.

See this car?

It was in front of me on my way to meet up with Vicki last saturday.  As you can tell, we are on a NOT BUSY back road.  It's swarming with other cars, deer frolicking, bike riders, and joggers.  What?  You don't see them.  Mister (yes it was a guy) driver must have been a scardy cat, because he kept stepping on the brakes.  You can see them all lighted up, I know you can.  And yes I snapped this photo with my phone camera.  I was getting really upset.  I might have even said a really pleasant word or two. :)

Now, on to my biggest flip off of the week.  First, I must apologize for my bringing up physical abuse so much lately, but honestly, it bugs the living crap out of me.  

TRIAL UNDER WAY FOR MAN ACCUSED IN DISABLED WOMAN'S DEATH

"Christina Harms lay dead on the floor of a Kearns home, her body bruised, her arms and fingers wrapped so tightly in bandages she could not use her hands, a red pepper flake stuck in her lower right eyelid. 

An autopsy would later determine the 22-year-old woman, whose fetal alcohol syndrome diminished her mental abilities, was severely dehydrated and had potentially fatal levels of Benadryl or a similar drug in her system. 

The medical examiner listed the cause of death as abuse and neglect." 

If you would like to read the whole article about this, you can check it out here.

This sickens me.  Especially the first paragraph.  Please, please, please let there be a huge old bubba in the cell with this guy and bubba-ette with his wife.  How can one human do crap like this to another.   

Maybe I need to just stop listening to the news.

Oh, Really?

"I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it, I'm about to loose control and I think I like it."  Oh yeah, Friday, last day of my work week and the day that Christy and Boobies set aside for me to let it out, let it all out.    

Dear Lady Walking Her Dog On The Street Where I live

You are the first winner of, "Oh Really?"  Maybe you haven't heard, but daylight savings time ended last Sunday.  I also understand that you are a fine, responsible, stupid owner of a dog.  I appreciate the fact that you were out walking said dog.  I don't appreciate you stopping to, oh, I don't know, rest at the side of the road, but not really "at the side".  More "out in the street".  Your dog wasn't even going to the bathroom, it was SITTING on the street while you were, shall we say, looking around.  Do you know where the sun is at say, 4:45 in the evening.  Right in my eyes, shining ever so brightly into my face.  I didn't want to hit your dog, so I kind of went to the other side of the street.  Because of the glaring sun, I didn't see the car coming right at me.  Frack you for almost getting myself killed so I didn't hurt your dog.  Park yourself somewhere else next time, M.K.

Dear Jiffy Lube Commercial Featuring Katie & Jack

Really?  You think that Katie and Jack at dinner, all dressed up to the max, and Jack telling Katie he has something to tell her, is an awesome commercial?  Think again.  I couldn't even find the commercial anywhere to post it here.  Yeah, what does that say.  You have always bugged me.  Get off of my TV.  I'll keep my ride alive without you, thank you very much.

Dear Sellers of The Tattoo Barbie On Amazon.com

Oh, Really?  You have got to be fracking kidding me.  You really think that I want her bad enough that I will pay $450.00 to $600.00 bucks for her.  I can buy a lot of Christmas presents for that much.  Yes, I want her.  I'd even be willing to pay $50 on the one site, if they had any in stock.  Imagine that, they are sold out.  Lots of little girls women my age want this barbie, but I do have my limits.  (tear, tear)

Okey Dokey Smokey Chokey's.  Feeling much better.  Ready to face my day with a dazzling smile.  

You Call That A Fracking Medium?

Oh, Friday.  The day of day, joy of joy, end of the week love of my life.  I can make it the 9 more hours of work until my weekend begins.

Of course, I'm joining up with our wonderful hosts, Christy and Boobies for my flip-offs of the week.  

First off I'm starting with Judge William Adams that beat his daughter.  You can read the article here.  I became sick to my stomach reading the newspaper article.   I could not bring myself to watch the video.  I have extreme hatred for those that abuse children, adults or animals.  I hope and pray that this JUDGE gets put in prison.  If you can stomach abuse, you can see the video here.  I will not watch it.  I've just heard it is extremely awful to watch.  So a big ole Frack You to Judge William Adams!

Now on to less painful, but still on my list of crap of the week.

To The Fracking Driver Of This White PPC Truck

What the hell dude.  It was an accident.  Yes traffic was at a crawl.  Yes you were in the HOV lane with me behind you.  At least we were in the lane that was moving the fastest.  When you pass the accident and it is smooth sailing, STEP THE FRACK ON THE GAS.  I'm about to run into you.  And if you are stupid enough to look in your side mirror at me, you are going to get the Dazee hands of "what the frack" and me saying, "move it fracker".  Yes, I moved over so I could pass you going 50 freaking miles per hour.  Then 2 miles down the road your passenger has the audacity to give me the finger as you FINALLY catch up to me.  Do you know what happens to people like you?  Blog of shame mister, blog of shame.  

Oh and the WTH.  Santa is arriving at the mall on November 12th.  Wow.  I remember when he didn't show up until the Saturday after Thanksgiving.  *shakes head*.

To My Fracking Brain

Be advised that the women's restroom key WILL NOT unlock your car door.  Nuff said.

To The Lazy Fracken Person At The Gas Station 

This is your piece of gum.   That is the trash.  Are you so lazy that you couldn't have spit thrown it in the trash.  Oh wait, yes, apparently you are.  May you step in a 1000 pieces of gum during your lifetime.

Dear Fracken Wendy's

I remember when you use to could buy a MEDIUM frosty and it was the same size as a medium drink.  Do not try to pass this small piece of cup off as "medium".  I can do without the fancy plastic cup.  And furthermore, if you are going to rip us off, fill the sucker to the top of the plastic lid.  Honestly, when a girl is craving a chocolate frosty, size does matter!!!!!

Phew.  Relief.  Let the weekend begin!

It's A Fracking Public Service Announcement!

What a wonderful day.  Friday, the last day of my work week, and the day I let the fracks rip.  Thanks again to Christy and Boobies for hosting FUF for me to get my weekly frustrations out.

Today, is a very special frack day.  I have done a vlog.  Yes, I know, scary, but lucky for you, my face isn't in it much.  

Please enjoy

I think that says it all for the week.  
Have a good one.

Stealth Ninja

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your eyes.  Nooo, stop, don't be popping them out of their sockets.  Yesh.  First of all, I must thank Christy and Boobies for this wonderful Friday rant session.  Thanks ladies.

Today, we have a special Frack You.  Yes, I'm talking about controlling spouses yet again.  And notice I didn't say men, I said spouses, because I'm not calling any gender out, EVEN THO, the gender I will be speaking of today is the male.  Just know, there are women out there that are just as bad as men.  Just sayin.

Dear Controlling Male Spouses of my friends.

STOP IT.  Who spit in your cheerios while you were growing up to cause you to be such control freaks?  I get so sad and mad when I hear about how your wife is so upset that they they have reached the bottom of the pile.  You think they can not do anything?  You think they are not smart?  Well, guess what?  You had better watch out.  What goes around, comes around.  When you least expect it.  

Now, to a very specific Ex-Husband of my friend.

Dear Shit For Brains,

Your wife divorced you for a reason.  You and I both know what that reason is.  You don't even live in the same State anymore.  You could give a rats ass about your kids.  Oh, but find out that your ex is now engaged, you are going to try to make her life hell.  You can't even afford to live anywhere because your family won't let you live with them, and you spend your money on your addiction.  You want to show up to the wedding.  Ha, I hope you do.  You want to know why?  Because, I have picked out my bridesmaid dress.  

Oh yeah.  Wonderwoman.  I have made a pact with your ex.  You show up, I'm going to go all psycho, crazy stealth ninja, on you.  You won't know what hit you.  

Nobody, I repeat, Nobody does anything to my friends, husband, kids, or grandkids, that makes them hurt.  I may come off as a nice ole grandma, but get me mad, you better get out of my way.  

This is your warning.  

Oh and have a nice day.

More Fracking Work Rants

Woo-Hoo, Bug-a-la-boo, it's Friday, Friday, what should we do.  

I tell you what we should do, we should link up with Christy and Boobies for another fabulous rant fest.  Remember at the beginning of the week, I went off on a work related rant.  Well, the last few days have given me some additional Frack Fodder.  

Dear IT guy. 

 Seriously dude.  If and when you really become part of the regular human race, it will be something.  Guess what, I know all of our phone lines are connected for all of our locations.  I know that we rock at our location in the "transfer a call to another location".  I also know, that sometimes when I've had to change the "page" on my phone to another store location to transfer a call, I don't always remember to change it back to our "page".  I also know when I make the mistake of paging over the loud speaker for someone in our location, but by damn, it really went over your locations loud speaker.

You know why you really fracking piss me off?  Because when I do that, you are on the phone within seconds ready to shove it in my face that I paged down there.  Hahaha.  are we 5?  Apparently you are.  Maybe if you would get on the real IT issues as fast as you do letting us know how dumb we are, we would have more respect for you.  Until then, frack off.  

Next.  Oh my goodness.  So I was going to my favorite of all time google images to find an image of a warehouse worker and found this picture.  Imagine my surprise and awe when I clicked on the picture to copy it to my computer.  The webpage for this picture is actually MY BLOG.  Hahaha.  I used this picture when I first started blogging.  How weird is that, and how strange that I forgot.  Ok, not strange, because I am losing my memory.  But hey.  Awesome/

Anyrantlater

Dear Warehouse Dude

Yeah, you.  Mister Negative and Awesome spoken of here.  I'm so fracking pissed about what you did to the customer yesterday, that you are now again on my fracken friday list.  I'm so glad that you decided that you would lower yourself to even help a cash sale customer.  But then, to make him take his toilet tank he just bought, down the ramp himself, that even some of our guys have a problem going down, and laughing your ass off when the tank fell off and shattered, makes me livid.   Not to mention, letting one of the other counter guys help the poor guy afterwards.  And not only did you laugh, but you fracken came in the office and were whooping and hollering about it.  Like it was such a funny thing.  I'm glad the boss was on the phone, because honestly, if he would have laughed right along with you, not enough duct tape in the world would have stopped me from telling you what I thought about you.   

Rant over.

See you again next Friday

Or Thursday for I Spy

Prompts, 

Playgrounds and Your Choice.

If you feel like making me happy and stuff.

You Have Crossed The Fracking Line

I love Friday.  L.O.V.E. it.  But enough about that, it's that time once again to join up with Christy and Boobies for our weekly purging of anger issues.  And boy am I pissed about a few things this week.

Dear Credit Manager at my work.  Really dude.  I do NOT run my office like you run yours.  I go through every piece of paper that people leave on my desk.  Imagine this.  There might be something important that NEEDS TO BE DONE.  Unlike you, I get my stuff done because I can't stand clutter on my desk.  I also read all my emails as they come in, and listen to my voicemails.  Honestly, did you really need to live this payment on my CHAIR.  I would have seen it.  You are Fracking weird.  Just sayin.

Guess What Fruit Flies?  I am the master ninja at getting you.  You think you can flit and fly all around my face.  Frack you.  I've killed 6 of your clan this week, with you, yes you, that I actually snapped this photo of, today.  Don't even try it.  

I WILL WIN!!  (ps, I just got another one, Fruit Flies 0, Dazee 7)

Dear YouTube.  You fracking bug the crap out of me.  I have my own CD's. (ok, Mr. Dazee does).  I make my video's unlisted.  Only the people that are cool enough to visit my blog get to see them.  But oh no, we will turn the sound off, you have used someone elses music.  You are fracksticks.  I have seen other people use the same song.  What?  Yes, as I was looking up the song I wanted to use.  Frackers.  TURN BACK ON MY MUSIC!!!!!

Time to vote out EVERYONE in Congress and the House.  They do not care about us, the little people.  They don't care that people are getting laid off from their jobs.  They don't care that those same people try to get unemployment but they have a part time job, that they needed to keep their family afloat, so we won't give you your unemployment check this week.  Oh, you need help?  Sorry, your finances aren't right.  Oh, and you don't qualify for medical help either.  I saw this picture on one of my facebook friends.  I so agree.  There are a few things about our "elected" officials.  They wouldn't like it if they didn't have great paychecks, the best health insurance that OUR MONEY can buy, or their own children HAD TO GO TO WAR.  

F R A C K   Y O U   

I'm going to go vote this year, just to vote against all the incumbents.

Phew, that was very liberating.

Now, one more thing.

Did you all forget that yesterday was I spy?  Hum?  I was so sad that we only had 3 people link up.  I know you guys have it in you.  Do you see the huge tears falling down my face?

Go out, my dear photo friends.  Take that camera, or camera phone (because I know most of you have those), and snap away.

You do not want me to go all Ninja girl on you, now do you.

Because, I will.....

If you don't believe me, take a look again at that poor fruit fly above.

Dear Fracking Sports Figures

September is drawing to a close, and besides it being month end today at work, it is also time for my weekly link up with Christy and Boobies.   I'm still a little miffed that Boobies has such a cool name, but I'm not going to flip her off this week.  I do have my nice moments.

Dear Fracking, Wah Baby, Sports Figures 

Get back to fracking work.  You poor things.  You are all bent out of shape because the owners need a bigger percentage of profits.  Well, I would hope to shout they do.  They are paying your fracking salaries, the utility bills, the other workers wages, and all so you can make, 12 million or more.  Give me a break.  The normal people of the world would love to make your money.  We get up, go to work everyday.  Shut up about how much so and so is making.  Oh, I can go over to Europe and play basketball.  Good, go over there.  I hope you pull an Achilles tendon or something.  Would serve you right.

Thank goodness I was able to witness the karma bus stop at the house of Steven Powell, father of Josh Powell, the "person of interest" in the case of his missing wife Susan. 

You are a weirdo.  You are a pedophile.  You are a peeping tom and a sick pig.  Who the frack needs 15 computers in their home?  How can you be so delusional as to think that your daughter-in-law was sexually attracted to you.  I hope that you get a really cool and awesome cell mate.  I realize I shouldn't judge, but really, taking photos of your next door neighbors little 7 and 10 year old girls while going to the bathroom and taking a bath.   Please justice system, give this guy a good long sentence.  That is all I ask.  

One other thing, please do not let the Casey Anthony jury people be on his jury.   

That's all I got for this week.  Shocker I know.  The most surprising thing, no pictures of stupid drivers.  It must have been a good week.

Please, Get Off The Road

Friday means two things.  Sleeping in tomorrow, and, getting some things off my chest.  I don't know what I would do with Christy and Boobies to make this happen.  Ok, I would just write this stuff anyway.  But come on, I know how it feels to have a photo meme that you want people to link up to, but they are scared.  Scared I tell you.  Well, fine.  You know, imaginations and photo's are the bomb-diggity.

Whilst (my new favorite word) driving home from work on Wednesday, we (my carpool buddy and myself) had just exited I-15 and were heading west.  The car in front of me needed to get over because they were going to turn left at the next light.  Said light was red, so traffic was stopped.  See Miss "I'm too sexy for my sunglasses" over there.  Well, She was just too fracking "important" to let a mere other car scoot in front of her to get closer to the left turn lane.  Wait, what else happened you ask?  Well, there was so much traffic that Miss I.T.S.F.M.S. didn't even make the green light.  Had to sit through another red with the rest of us peons.  I asked my carpool buddy to snap a photo of her sexiness.  Fracking Witch

Further down the road was this fine piece of womanhood.  There was a huge ole, slow moving semi in my lane.  I decided to move to the next lane.  Put my blinker on, look over my shoulder, should have plenty of room.  Until Miss "I Need To Get Where I'm Going" decided that she would SPEED UP so I couldn't move over. Not a good day for Dazee on the roads.  Rage was ensuing.  (shocked I know)

Frack you to a certain male (not related to me at all) that is a controlling poophead.  A big ole bloody diarrhea poophead.  I know for a fact the Karma bus is on its way.  You are lucky you live across the country from me.  Nuff said.

Now, on a serious note.  

My dear friend, Noelle at Because Nice Matters,  needs all the thoughts and prayers for her little baby Emily.  She was born with a bad heart valve, and had surgery a week after she was born.  Here are Noelle's own words. 

(her 4 year old cousin has called her Elimy since before she was born)

Miss Elimy has an infection in her incision.

A serious one.

One that has most likely been growing ever since her surgery, and just in the last week presented itself so that I could see it.

The infection is deep, going all the way to her still healing sternum.

 After being at Primary Children's for just two hours Emily was taken into surgery, where they opened her up and cleaned out the infection.

Her incision was left open, and tomorrow and the day after that, and probably the day after that, they will clean her incision and give her continuous antibiotics.

 

Thank you guys.  I know Noelle and her family would appreciate all the support they can get.