So tomorrow the Anger Management Girls are getting our cards read. How fun is that going to be?
Tonight I was searching the web for a good picture to use for the post.
I came across these:
Alright,I though, that might do.
Then this:
Better, and a little funny.
But then this:
Yikes, I thought, I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.. I'm not going to "Sleep With The Fishes". Am I?????
If Isis tells me she sees this man in my future. Hey, I'm outta here folks!
If I'm never heard from again. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Speaking of fortune telling, Yesterday I knew in my immediate future that I would pass 10,000 visitors today or tomorrow.
Can you believe it? TEN THOUSAND!!! 10,000 people read this here grammatically challenged little old blog. Alot of you are return visitors, they are also counted in the 10,000. But still 10,000 hits.
I was going to post early today and tell you all to look on the bottom and if the10,000th was you, I wanted you to let me know.But I forgot. Sorry.
So who ever read at 5:02AM this morinng. 5AM, who does that???? All I know is that you have comcast and you are coming from Eighty Four, PA.
I want to know, who are you? This morning was your lucky morning. (At 5AM for Christ sake!)
You actually aren't getting a prize or anything. I just want to know who you were. You should play 100 in the lottery or something. Maybe I'll play it for you tommorow and if hits tomorrow, let me know and we'll split.
If you're one of our AMG's I'll buy you a drink.
Thanks also to the other 9,999 or you.
If my mother were alive, I would think she was responsible for 9,950 of the hits, but since she's dead, can't blame it on her. And Aunt Babe doesn't have a computer, so that rules her out also.
But hey, thanks for stopping by and putting up with my rants!! I really mean that.
And for those of you who cross me, just so you know there is NOTHING more powerful than 10,000 angry bitches!!!
Those who cross us, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF OUR WAY!!!
Or you'll be sleeping with the fishes!
The goal of anger management is to reduce both your emotional feelings and the physiological arousal that anger causes. You can't get rid of, or avoid, the things or the people that enrage you, nor can you change them, but you can learn to control your reactions. Unfortunately, I must have been absent the day those genes were given out. I speak my mind. Most of the time it doesn't have the desired effect. So what's a girl to do? Call a few friends, have a few beers, and forgetabouit!!!!!
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Woo-Hoo! You're one of the "popular girls"!! Blogland is an interesting place? What did we all do before it came along? What did I do from 4:30-5:30 am???? Yeah, well, don't EVEN answer that....
So...will you tell us about your fortune telling experience? I haven't done it in a few years. A story--a few years back...Kate, Angela and I were sitting in an Eat'n Park at 3 am and this woman came over to our table...it happened to be one of my mother's "sewing club" friends (they didn't do much sewing...)--Cookie. FYI--my mom died in '73. Cookie (who was probably about 75) was out with her granddaughters so she had had a few glasses of wine. She said that she had been waiting for the day when she'd run in to me a time like this! SINCE 1973? WTF? She proceeded to tell me about the fortune teller party she had back in the 70's (which I vaugly recall because my dad forbid my mother to go but she went anyway). She told me that the fortune teller predicted my mom's death to her. "She said she saw us all getting into a hearse and funeral cars but Din wasn't there." (Din was my mom's nickname). Anyway, ever since I ran into Cookie in Eat'n Park at 3 am I have been afraid to go to a fortune teller again!
Well, let's hope you get all kinds of exciting things to look forward to in your future! Now I think I want to go...!
Any news on parade day weather? Hey....ask the fortune teller!!!!
Judi
Haven't been to a "reader" in years and years, but the one I used to go to was eerily accurate.
Congrats on 10,000 hits. If it wasn't for the fact that I don't live in Eighty-Four, PA I'd say it could have been me. My kids seem to be practicing for DST switcheroo and they all got up at 5:30 this morning.
Grumble grumble grumble.......
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