annieology

The plague is running rampant over here at Casa del Awesome.  6/7 of us spent the entirety of yesterday debating which end of ourselves to point toward the toilet first.  I’m sorry to report that there were some miscalculations involved. Luckily, it was a 15 hour plague and we are all back to our old selves.  Except for Tech Support.  He somehow escaped.  Which is worse for him than actually having the plague.  He is a worrier by nature, and he has now worried about when it will strike him for at least 48.

Unrelated to the plague, I had an appointment today to get back labs and results of a biopsy for skin cancer. (Oh I don’t think I told everybody, but I’m white and I live in South Texas, not a surprise.)

“Unremarkable.”

The test results are “unremarkable”.  Not me.

Although, I can’t help but take it personally.

Plus I think I broke some sort of record for the highest TSH ever.

But none of that ended my baseball career.  It was my tinnitus.  The constant ringing in my ear.  I was told oh so many months ago by a doctor that tinnitus is incurable and I’d have to live with it.  I asked my nurse practitioner.  She says “something medical” and prescribed me steroids.  Bringing to an end my hopes for making it to the big league.  STEROIDS.  Although my Tweeple think I should just play the dumb victim and say I “trusted” my nurse to give me something that would be legal (untraceable and ass kicking).

Since baseball seems to be out, I guess Target keeps looking better and better.  You know  until 2012 when I am elected President.  Well, maybe just the Congress.  And yes I did, throw my name into the hat.  Move over Mr. Smith, Mrs. Awesome is going to Washington.  (pending finalization on adopting the orphans and getting my district to vote out a lifer.)

I am writing to report faulty wiring in the unit sold and marketed as “annieology”.  It seems that there is an internal problem making it unable to function as intended.

This unit is slow and unproductive during what should be peak hours.  It takes more effort than should be necessary to get this unit to function at 3 p.m. while once the demand has eased, around 10 p.m. it becomes quick and responsive, however this is less than ideal as unfortunately it also become impossible to shut down for several hours.

If there is a programming fix that you are aware of that will reverse this process, please advise.  Otherwise it may be necessary to send the unit to the factory in Las Vegas for examination.  While this may not solve the long term problem, I feel the research would be beneficial to all.

I look forward to working with you on a solution in this matter,

Annie

Not the meat, that’s gross.

I’m not Hawaiian after all.  You know they eat it on a stick there.  Out of hot dog carts.  Blargh.

Anyway, I get lots o’spam.

LOTS.

I ran across one today.

The post was about how we were being investigated for spanking the orphans.  About how intrusive the state can be on an “anonymous” tip, about how it was probably the state because I had told the caseworker that Boog had come home from the latest visit yelling “spank my butt” every ten minutes.   About how they don’t differentiate between a spanking (beating) and a spanking (pat on the butt at bedtime when you tuck in a kid).

I was sick AND tired of dealing with the crap that is foster care.

and the spammer told me

“what a beautiful, thought out piece, I’ll take it to heart.”

Another gem is the one where I am talking on my iPhone and refusing to pay for medication for one of the orphans.

“I am referencing this post in my doctoral thesis.  So much information that I haven’t found any other place.”

Really, you’re getting your doctorate in being a bitch?

Good luck with that.

Even better than spam?  The flamers.

Those who are so against me listening to Amy Grant’s Christmas Album that they accuse me of purchasing my undergarments at Walmart.

Yeah, so hurtful.

I cried.

Tears of laughter.

Then I mocked them for being stupid.

Anyway,

what’s the best flame you ever got, or spam, or random comment?