Got to admit, it's gettin' better, gettin' better all the time...

Cool song.
I used to hear it in commercials for Phillips.
And, it is true.

We've replaced the ass gasket (toilet seat) with a brand new, super-padded one. It's white with pretty pink and green flowers embroidered on the left side of the lid.
Also replaced the blind, the melted toilet flush handle and my Glade Plugin/Nightlight.
Also found enough "scrap" paneling to repair what's toasted.
All that's left is the floor.
And... George used to be a floor installation specialist for a major national company, soooo... that's as good as "handled", too, thank Gawd.

And... the best news of all... that dumb bitch actually didn't call him even once today.
Yay her. (/sarcasm)
Even if she can't get the message, it seems her mother can.
*golf clap*

Whatever, ya know?
Long as it worked for the guy, I'm happy and so is he.

Now... about this house.

Cheese and rice krispies, who threw the bomb in here, anyway?
That's what it looks like happened.
Since Tuesday, and with a blackened-like-a-Cajun-cooked-meal bathroom, I kinda haven't had the "motivation" to keep up with the house the last coupla days.
Plus, I've moved on from using the skid loader to forking shit right into the spreader again.
S'okay, though.
Using the loader for as long as I did seems to have helped my shoulder enough so that it doesn't hurt at all doing it this way now.
Besides which... it's faster anyway.
And, I'm the one driving the tractor and spreader into and through the barn, so there's no rebuilding necessary after I get done.
*cheesy grin*

So, when I get home from work tomorrow, this house's ass is mine.
George is gonna be working on the bathroom wall and whatnot and I'll be making the rest of the house look good again.

And, speaking of commercials, which I did in the first sentence or so...
I have a new "most stupid commercial ever" candidate...

It's for some chick pit-stick, some "clear" crap. (I, myself, use Old Spice Sport. Yeah, the men's stuff. It smells GREAT and works even better.)

Anyway, the shit is called "little black dress approved", whatever the brand name is and the woman in the commercial is just about the dumbest bitch I've ever seen, this side of the one who torched my potty.

To be able to dress her stupid self without getting pit stick whiteness all over her dress, she leaps, headfirst, out a window, into the dress and lands in a bush.
She then stands up and extends her hand to catch her purse.

Now, that's just dumb in and of itself, but... allow me to point out the depths to which the stupidity really goes....

IT'S A LITTLE BLACK SLEEVELESS DRESS!!!!

Can she not put on said dress and merely lift her arms straight up to apply the pit stick, fer the love of all that is holy?
I mean, it IS a little black dress with no sleeves.
How hard could it possibly be for her to smear the shit in her armpits without getting it all over her dress?
Jeezus, ya know?

She seems to have muscular control over her arms, as she does reach out to catch her stupid purse, but, apparently, she has the mental capacity of a coat hanger because she deems it necessary to leap out a window to accomplish the task of properly dressing herself without ending up with white deodorant boogers from head to toe.

Know what I wish?

I wish the commercial consisted of her jumping out the window headfirst and landing on her apparently empty head on the sidewalk.
Just splat.
End of commercial, fade to black and back to the show.

Screw that deodorant too, if you have to be that brainless to use it.

Who writes that shit?
Who approves it?

I mean, the commercial is so incredibly lame that I can't even remember what deodorant it's for, nor do I care.

There's another one that also drives me bugshit, but I can't remember right now what it's even about, let alone for, I'm so wiped out tired.

But, I do love those dopey Vonage commercials with that retarded "whoo whoo" song.... *giggle*
I sing with 'em every time I see one.

Yes, I know.
I need to go to bed, but I'm making a pot of coffee for the morning and I've allowed my dopey self to get sucked into this stupid Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet 2 shit again.

I've been hoping to see someone kill that twat, Beth.
Her whole team wanted to kill her, she's such a whiny loser, but they didn't get the chance.
Just when she was supposed to face this one chick who hated her the most in the Gauntlet, she punked out, refused to participate and was sent home.

I honestly don't know why MTV even bothers with her any more.

She sucked as a young woman in Real World San Fransico and she sucks even worse as an older one.

She's gonna be one of those old ladies that the whole neighborhood hates and the local teenagers torment to death.
You know, the one who is totally miserable and bitchy to everybody and who lives alone til she dies in a house fulla cats, newspapers and trash.
Probably with bright red lipstick smeared around her mouth from nose to chin and caked on her snaggly teeth.
Like Baby Jane Hudson.

Unless she does the world a favor and offs herself sometime sooner.
Can't BE soon enough, either...
Just ask anybody from any of these shows who's had to deal with her.

Aaaanyway... the shows over now, finally, and she got sent home, yay.
Bet the coffee is done, too.
Gonna toddle off to bed now.

Got things to see and people to do tomorrow, don'tcha know.

Peace, y'all...
*grin*

Posted by: Stevie at 12:15 AM

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