Friday, September 11, 2015

Random Tid Bits

  1. Yesterday I was slammed with spam. I'm not even kidding.

    I had 50 comments on my Bee Charmer post, and another 50 on Girls, Girls, Girls. Someone is trying to hack this page. That's the reason why I put comments on moderation. I wish they could publish right away, but I was hacked big time once before. It was so bad that Blogger shut me down because the hacker recreated my blog. They didn't know who the true owner was. I'm sure you've seen people do that on facebook a time or two. It set me in full panic mode. 

  2. I really want this shirt. They need more people interested in the shirt before they will sell it again. Boo! It comes in grey, black and pink. I happen to like grey.

  3. I had the boys cracking up because I was going off about people that cut in line. There's been construction on a main street, which happens to be how I go to work since May. I'm pretty sure that was a run on sentence, but hey I think I blurted out many run on sentences when I was expressing my frustration about cutters.

    On the way to work they keep putting up cones to block off 1 lane, then take them down, then put them up. I never know what time to leave in the morning. A jeep was sick of people cutting. Just as much as me apparently. He busted out in the middle of the lanes, so the cutters couldn't get through. I was applauding him. He was getting honked at by the cutters. You see I don't have the balls to do what he did, but I wanted to. I'm afraid someone would pull a shot gun out, and blow my brains to pieces if I did that. Think of Pulp Fiction.

    On the way home there's another lane consistently blocked off. I've made it my rite to passage to get as close to the car in front of me, so that the jerks that speed up to cut can't get in. What makes them more important than me, or anyone else in line? A cutter tried to cut in yesterday. Then he honked at me because I wouldn't let him in. I was afraid he'd bash in my car, so I let him go. I figured my nonverbal communication made him fully aware that I didn't approve of his cutting. Message received. Then someone cut in front of him. Guess what? He was hesitant to let them in.

    I got up to the spot where a grocery store has an out into that street. I let that person in because guess what? They weren't cutting! My boys were laughing at me. I even said, "See I'm not a complete BIT*H. No one likes a cutter! I'm quite frankly getting really sick of them. They can't use the, "I didn't know there was construction going on there." excuse anymore. It's been months!

  4. Everyone at our last family function was kind of making fun of me because I use mason jars to drink out of.

    Not in a mean make fun of way. We have actual glasses to. It's just that they little mason jars are a perfect size for the boys. My nephew Elijah said when he was over at our house, "I'm sorry I just can't drink out of a jar." I bust out laughing. My Mom and Dad went on vacation and my Mom sent me a text me saying, "Guess what our water came in at this restaurant? Mason jars! I had an inside chuckle." I sent her a text back saying, "See I told you mason jars are the hype!" Do you drink out of mason jars?

  5. Travis will be out of town Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I hate playing single Mom. He went back to Massachusetts area to pick up his sculpture. Boo it didn't sell.


Masshole Mommy said...

The spam thing happens to me sometimes, too. It comes in waves and then it seems to stop as quickly as it starts. Weird.

Eat To Live said...

Years ago, blogger shut me down too... All because of stupid spammers. I moderate now. It is the best thing to do.

Harry Flashman said...

I hope you didn't get singled out for commenting on my blog. I get the harassment package from trolls pretty consistently.

I tell my wife and daughter not to engage in on the road set to's with other drivers. Some low lifes who won't mess with other men will attack women drivers. Makes them feel powerful.

Sounds like you have your hands full there. Keep your spirits up.

Theresa Mahoney said...

I hate cutters too, but I live off a major road where it's a school zone between my house and the school. People ignore it and ride my tail. So, I go reeeealllly slow, wait until I get almost to my street to turn, then put on my signal. Then turn reeealllly slow onto my road. I get honked at all the time, but I give them the finger and laugh and laugh all the way home. It gives me satisfaction that I started their mornings off on an angry note. Of course, I don't do that if the girls are with me, but it's usually happening right after I drop them off at the school.

Ai Sakura said...

Yeah I get the spam comments in waves too.. sometimes I don't get them for a while and think it's ok to not moderate, then BOOM! A whole truckload comes in and makes me change my mind haha.

P.S. I love using Mason Jars too!

Ai @ Sakura Haruka

Indah Nuria Savitri said...

love the t-shirt..I had one being made after enough people order it and I had it in purple. Being single mom even for temporarily can be tough some times. hangin there :)

~ Noelle said...

We do mason jars here too, but it is mainly me that drinks out of them. Everyone else uses the plastic cups we have from all over.
So sorry that his piece did not sell, I know yall would have loved for it to have done so.
As for cutters... I hate them. When we were in Disney a million years ago, Marc got into a verbal altercation about cutting... it was nuts how crazy people get with road rage.


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