Grumpy, Cranky and on a Freakin' Roll

I'm still alive. Woohoo. No sight of Wendel so far. There was a warrant taken out for him yesterday, we were told that the "plan" is to pick him up, charge him then release him on bail as long as he promises not to come near the plant or it's employees. I was also told that Bubbles' name does not appear on any of the legal paper work because she asked that she not be named.

Oh isn't that just precious as a mother f*cker?

We finally figured out that the reason she and I were singled out is because of the complaints she filed, saying that he was "looking" at her. Apparently because she and I are in the same department, he decided to hit all the voice mail in that department, just to make sure he got her (he didn't know her name.)

Yeah, I'm grumpy. Does it show?

I know, I know. If she felt he was doing something that made her uncomfortable, then there was absolutely nothing wrong with her filing a complaint and that had nothing to do with the actual reason he was fired. He's crazy and that's not her fault. But ya know, I have a limited supply of patience for someone who goes around fawning over men in person and on the phone, practically humping their damned leg for Gawd sake, then getting a burr up their butt when they say something suggestive.

If you can't deal with the consequences, then keep your coochie and your comments to yourself.

Moving on......

It's leaf turning season here in Frog Pond Holler and town is swarming with people who've come to look at the pretty colors. When we first moved here, I would get irritated with the locals always bad mouthing the tourists, but jeeze louise....

Do they not have ROADS where these people come from?

I'm really gonna need for some tourists to keep their asses out of the middle of the FREAKIN' HIGHWAY. If you're standing on a DOUBLE YELLOW LINE to take a picture of the pretty multi-colored mountain and traffic is BARRELING towards you, that should be two really huge clues right there that maybe you need to GIT OUTA THE ROAD. We have sidewalks, hiking trails and whole mountains you can frolic upon. It's bad enough that I have to try to dodge the UPS truck, the beer truck and a grocery delivery truck, all parked on either side of the narrow road through town, not to mention on coming traffic while I'm trying to get home for lunch. I'm really not expecting to see you squatting in the middle of the road, giving me a go to hell look because I'm ruining your shot. And don't even try to act like you didn't hear me coming. I've got an exhaust leak that sounds like a pack of Hells Angels making their way through town. I know you think we're all down here in Frog Pond Holler, sitting around like Aunt Bea ready to welcome you with open arms, but what you don't realize is that I've just spent four hours in friggen lockdown, jumping like a rabbit everytime someone opens the door, expecting Psycho Wendel to come in and blow my pretty little head off at any moment.

Really, you're welcome to visit. Just stay out of the road between noon and 1p.m. I don't need the added stress.

Changing topic...

What's the deal with all of these celebrities adopting little African children? I think it's great that they want to open their homes and become parents to kids who need a break. But what about all of the kids in foster care who need a home? I've got nothing against adopting from other countries and please, if you disagree feel free to leave a comment, but does it seem to anyone else as if adopting babies from third world countries has just become the newest status symbol to the rich and famous? Like the latest Gucci bag? The Pitt / Jolie camp just seem to be trying to collect a whole set. I read somewhere that she said she wanted to adopt another, but she hadn't decided which country she wanted to chose from this time. Now it's Madonna. I'm sorry, I just have this visual of them sitting round their big formal dining room tables, little brochures from all the third world country orphanages spread out before them, saying, "I want one of these and one of these and OOOOO these look nice!"

They're CHILDREN... not knick-knacks to decorate your little world.

Okay, I think it's official. I'm cranky.

I've got beans and weinies in the oven. As soon as they're done, I think it would be in everyone's best interest if I just took a nap.

Later Taters.