Take your smoke on with you...

Why is that people who smoke think everyone else wants a hit too? I mean really? Do you just HAVE to stand in the walkways, doorways, and every other high traffic area while you're committing suicide? I can't stand walking down the sidewalk behind someone that's puffing a Newport b/c they seem to always blow the smoke backwards and flick the ashes over their shoulder. I mean shit. I think people who smoke should have ONE area where they all hang out and do their thing. Kinda like assisted suicide. Ok I'm being harsh but isn't that essentially what you do when you smoke? I mean doesn't it like kill you over time? Excuse my ignorance but I'm no smoker... I'm sure I'll piss some 3 pack a day, yellow teeth having, foul breath smelling smoker off, but where would the world be without me? :)

Anyhow, I had an emergency root canal yesterday and boy was THAT a blast!!!! <--sarcasm I was sitting in my office minding my own business when my receptionist buzzed me saying "Your dentist is on 1..." I pick up and she says, Lady D if you can come on down to the office we'll go ahead and get you out of that pain. I thought about it for a minute and said eff this, I'm on my way. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be and the tooth no longer hurts but I swear my jaw aches like I did a two for one head special on Ponce last night. I don't know how the 'tutes do it. Goodness. How about though...the oral surgeon (or whatever he was) wrote me a prescription for some damn Advil. What in the hell kind of shit is that? Advil? You just banged around in my mouth for 1.5 hours and you've warned me that I'll feel like I got hit in the face by Ali but you are giving me some Advil? Pish! I called my dentist and told him and they were like oh no honey, come down and get a prescription for some real pain medication. I did...and I slept quite nicely thanks to the vicodin last night. My jaw still hurts but since I'm at work I'll have to suffer. I took two Aleve and they laughed at the pain when they arrived there. They said "naw we can't deal..." and left. So yeah...I'll be in pain until I get home.

SPEAKING of prescriptions. Someone help me out here...does it take a whole lot of skill to fill one? I mean I thought it was a matter of counting 1 2 3 4... and putting them shits in the bottle? What TAKES them so long? I mean I know they have to verify benefits and print the labels but 2 hours?!?!?! So I drop of my prescription at WalGreen's last night at around...ehhh 6P. She says "these'll be ready in about 30 minutes." I say, well ok since it's only 30 minutes we'll run to Publix and Chick Fil A right quick. We get back to WalGreens to pick it up and this heifer says "It'll be another 30-45 minutes." I'm in pain so all I can do is chuckle and leave. I go back at 8:15 (yes that's two point five hours after I left it to begin with) and the SAME girl says "It's not ready yet..." I guess the look on her face said it all b/c she said "but I'll fill it now." Then she yells back..."what did ya'll do with that Doss prescription..I can't find it!" By now I'm about ready to hop OVER the counter and fill my own shit...another 20 minute wait and they are ready...oh but let me tell you what happened while I was waiting (LMAO already).

This nice looking 'older' lady comes up to the counter...and says "I'd like to have this filled please..." The clerk says "have you ever been here before" she says "I don't remember" she says "can I have your name please" The woman just stands there with a blank look on her face...and of course this is when I perk up b/c I'm like now I KNOW she didn't forget her name. So anyway, the woman leans all close and gives her A name...the clerk starts to look it up, and that's apparently not in the system. The clerk asks her if she's sure that's her name...she says "Well it's my maiden name, here's my married name..." That one works, then the clerk says "Date of birth?" Another blank look comes from the woman and then she proceeds to start rumbling through her purse...the clerk says "5-4-47?" the woman gasps and says "I didn't want everyone around me to hear that..." the clerk is like "well oh, anyway...is that correct?" I damn near died laughing. The lady says yes...the clerk says "insurance information?" she says "I left my card at the office but here is the information they gave me" the clerk says "no that wont work..." then this dumb woman who didn't want anyone to know her name or birthday says "Well here is my social...111-11-1111." Ummm....is she serious?!?!? Apparently she is and everyone around me caught the joke...including the clerk. We all chuckled...I don't know how that turned out b/c my meds were FINALLY available and I ran the hell up outta there. It WAS funny though. LOL

Anyhow....G'Day Folks!

Lady Doss

*sings* Walk on byyyyyyy....

I'm convinced...I walk too damned fast. I swear everywhere I go I'm plowing over people b/c they are walking slower than I am. I don't know if it's that I have a longer stride or what but I just walk too damned fast. I've tried not to do it, but I just can't...and get this!?! It's always the larger people poking around. If anything I'd be trying to put some pep in my overweight step to increase my life span but nope...not them. I mean I'm not downing fat people b/c I clearly have the potential to be overweight my damn self (especially eating burgers and 6 wings with fries and a coke for lunch twice a week) but shit. I mean speed the hell up or MOVE. Which brings me to another thing...why do people walk down the middle of the sidewalk?!? What pleasure is there in that? There HAS to be b/c there is no reason on this green Earth that you would walk down the middle of the sidewalk that you clearly have to share at 4SPH (steps per hour... LOL). The courteous thing to do would be to just MOVE to the left, right, hell even in the street...just OUT of my way!!!!

*vent over*

So I FINALLY registered my car (yeah the one I purchased in August) about two weeks ago. I thought I was going to go bald fooling around with Nissan South and the state of GA. These two had me running back and forth for damn near two months trying to REGISTER a vehicle. I'm like, ok I'm TRYING to do the right thing and not drive my car around without tags but ya'll are pushing it. I'm TRYING to give you the tax monies I owe, etc but you can't get your shit together. It went from the state telling me "We never got anything from them" toNissan telling me "Yes we mailed your paperwork on blah blah date and blah blah signed for it..." back to the state saying "Oh wait we got it but returned it due to an error on the title..." to Nissan saying "No they didn't..." to the state saying "Yes we did..." to Nissan saying "Oh wait yes they did...we already sent it back in...but I can't tell you who did it or when it was done." I was sure I was going to lose my mind. SURE of it. The license plate I wanted wasn't available (I wanted Gr8ful - which means...DUH Grateful. The reason I chose the 8 instead of letters is b/c 8 symbolizes new beginnings thus making me grateful for the new beginnings in my life...). I had to choose Gra8ful instead...which to me is kinda redundant, but you get the point I'm trying to make. *shrug*

Oh yeah, I've been wondering THIS for a very long time...why is it that people who work with people have the worst people skills on the planet? Has anyone ever noticed that? Please tell me I'm not the only one. For example, every time I call AmeriBistro to order lunch the lil girl acts like it's physically hurting her to take my order. She gets to sighing and smacking her lips and carrying on...one day I just asked, "Do you not want to be there? I mean you could always go home you know..." I don't know if she took me literally but I went to pick up my food and her ass was no longer there. Either she took the hint or her shift ended. Either way I was happy she was gone...until I encountered her equally pained co worker. I was like, well damn. LOL Oh and don't you hate it when you encounter rude people but there's not much you can do about it? For example, rude flight attendants or TSA agents (or does the A in TSA mean agent...anyhow). I mean it's not like you can complain while in flight or in security line. They'll have your ass in a holding cell in 6 seconds if you do. You'll be labeled a threat or terrorist and wham...your option to travel by air is gone. I hate that this is the world we live in...it's almost as if you kinda have constitutional rights (not saying rude people are in violation of the constitution, although they should be...lol) and then sometimes you kinda don't.

Oh well, I'm tired of typing (even though I have more to add)...later folks

Lady Doss

So yeah...

It's been a MINUTE since I blogged. I actually don't think I've blogged since school started. So I guess I'll start at what's been happening since mid August. Hmmm...

Well class. Class is kicking my ass, I wont even lie to you. It's not that the material is hard b/c it isn't. As a matter of fact all of my classes cover the same shit, it's just that either my old age is getting to me or I'm as dumb as a box of rocks. I go into a test thinking "Oh I'm about to ace this one..." and get my paper back with 70's and stuff. That aint ME! Everyone keeps saying, "you were out of school for a few years...you're rusty" or "You expect too much of yourself...a B is not that bad." Ok well maybe you're right...it has been a few years and B's aren't failing...but shit now. If I'm going to study for hours on end, attend class, take good notes, and so on...I shouldn't be making 72's on tests and such...that just don't add up. OH and THEN there are some people in some of my classes who need a hefty dose of 'shut the fu*k up', seriously. Like I understand wanting to contribute to the discussion, but if you are just going to 1. repeat what the instructor JUST said in different words or 2. contribute something that hasn't a damn thing to do with what we are discussing...just save it for the convo you'll have with yourself later. I can see the frustration in the instructor's eyes when they have to listen to some idiot babble on and on about how their dog did such and such when we are discussing crime trends in the inner city. I mean to be fair they can't tell them to hush...but wooooooooSaH! That reminds me...why do people raise their hands and once called on say "I was going to say..." before they say what they were going to say? Was that NOT a waste of every one's time AND your energy? We KNOW you were going to say it b/c guess what Einstein you JUST did!

On to family life. I don't know if it's just me or not...but here lately I've just been wanting to RUN and hide in a closet. Terrible twos are just that...I swear my daughter just turned into a little monster over night. She throws things, hits her brother, tells us no, gets into things you wouldn't think anyone would be interested in, and the list goes on. For example, (and this is gross but hey...) we put her to bed one night under the impression that she was GOING to BED. Hubby goes in to check on her about an hour later...and I kid you not, this child is sitting in her recliner diaperless with shit in her hand. After a brief investigation, turns out instead of saying "potty" she took her diaper off and wanted to see just exactly what that stuff was. It was the funniest thing (in hindsight) b/c D got out of bed and just went crazy. He swore she was eating it, and I told him there was no way a child of mine was eating shit. Just no way...so I'm laying in the bed listening to him scold her and it's cracking me up b/c he's saying "No baby you don't eat boo boo! Do you hear me? DO.NOT. TOUCH. BOO BOO! That's ew ew, okaaaay?!?!" I swear I lost 2 pounds from laughing. I mean it wasn't funny...but still. LMAO

Now my son...is what almost 10 months old and a bully already. The boy will just TAKE whatever it is that he wants. For example, if my daughter is eating chicken...HE is gonna eat chicken. If she wont willingly give him a piece, he takes it. It's the funniest thing to watch and she gets so frustrated when he comes and just bogarts his way into her plate. Oh and he will fuss too! He can't form not one word but will go clean off on you. I told hubby that he is the one I'm going to have to knock out a couple times b/c he's already telling me what he thinks. Woosah...again and again.

I'm still at the same job...laughing at the same people and the same antics. I actually enjoy laughing at these people for the most part. The only time I'm really irritated is when I think someone is doing someone else unfairly. Speaking of which...why did we go through 4 (FOUR) receptionists in one week. I kid you not, they would come in one day and quit the next, it was hilarious. No one could understand why they wouldn't come back. So you know me and my big mouth... I said, "well I wouldn't necessarily come back either...to be honest with you." No one asked why, I never volunteered it.

Anyhow, I hope this semi catches you up to Lady D...if not, well just ask. LOL

G'Day folks!

Lady Doss