Heard from the recruiter today. She said that the boss lady is out of the office today, but that she expects that they will reach a decision this week.

I hate waiting.

 I feel like my brain is dribbling out of my ears.

I have no clue if I'll get the job or not.

Someone cut the electrical wire to the compressor on the a/c in my car.

Then there was a screw in the tire.

Then my car was 2 quarts low on oil...it only has 38,000 miles, it should not burn oil at that rate...and there is no oil puddle under where I park.

I'm starting to think someone doesn't like me.

Been awhile since I've had a stalker...still don't like it.

You know, the one who died six years ago? Well, today, in the mail, she received an offer for a free prearranged cremation from the Neptune Society. When I get sales calls for her, I have no compunctions about straight up saying, "She died, six years ago."

But, I have to admit, the free cremation struck me as kind of ironically funny. If it had happened even just two years ago, I probably would have not thought it so funny, but a free prearranged cremation, only six years too late? It's like something Kevin Smith would write into a screenplay.

And, on a more serious note, when I go, put me down for cremation, burial is just too creepy.

If Thurston Howell III was so wealthy why were he and Lovey taking a three hour cruise with "common" folk?

I wonder if he was having an affair? With Ginger? MaryAnn? Possibly the Professor? Or perhaps it was Lovey having the affair.

Thoughts?

I held my mom's hand till it turned cold. Cancer is a bitch. My sister goes to the cemetery every year both today and on Mother's Day, I don't do that, to me, that's not where she is.

I'm going to mow the lawn and putter with my plants, plants I learned to grow from my mom.

Why has Punky been so scarce?

Well, I've been brushing up on Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, as it pertains to me. And, no, before anyone tries to even joke, pertains to me does not mean as the harasser.

It really sucks sometimes being fair and cautious. I've let way too much slide, because I thought, maybe, just maybe, it was my perception.

Come on kids, say it with me, "Hostile work environment."

Lesson learned.

Sometimes it is better to listen to your gut.

Headline from the email alert of the local business press newspaper to day:

Speedway to host pubic drag racing

Once I finished laughing, I kind of got scared, that sounds painful.

I've not been feeling the xanga love lately, and I know, you get what you give around here. Truth be told, I haven't been giving much. I know this. So, I'm doing that thing many of us do every so often, clean house with subscriptions. Just remember it's not me, it's you, no that's a Lily Allen album (and quite a good one), it's the other way around. I just know there are people here I am friends with and people here...I'm not, so I'm getting rid of the not. Doesn't mean you aren't a good writer or anything, it's just that I don't have time to keep up with all the people I subbed to. So, I'm unsub-ing. Blah blah blah.

Oh, yeah, and I know I am now old (or at least middle aged) and all that, but it is still weird that my dad is on facebook and twitter.