Here's your answers today!
*insert catchy music*
-Lisa asks:
Aren't you some sort of engineer?
Oh Jesus no. No.
Don't get me wrong. I wish I was an engineer. Engineers are smart and get paid like, hinty billion dollars a year. My brain just does not work that way. They are all focused and whatever and I run around going, "Blah! Blah! Blah!"
We just don't understand each other. I like them and they like me, but we are on two different levels.
-Captain Steve asks:
A 20% raise?! Can I scream?
Of course! I'll scream with you!
AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Awesome isn't it? I am BEYOND thrilled. I mean, my workplace still leaves a lot to be desired, but hey, if I have to be there, I might as well get paid.
I don't really know what made this come about. I have two theories. Either:
1) My employer is afraid I will quit.
2) The government found out that the women make considerably less than the men and made some threats about it.
I'm thinking it's more along the lines of number 1. I can't imagine the government cares that much.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. Getting a raise is KICK-A.
-J asks:
Did you go outside and scream?
OF COURSE! I also did a little dance.
No, seriously. I did.
Tara asks, if reference to my Mother-in-Law:
perhaps you could pay someone to throw a baggie of dog poop on her door step?
Nah. I'm really not that mean, no matter how I appear on my blog. I really would like to be able to work out our difference. Poop would probably hinder that effort.
Huffs Happenings asks:
And go see your counselor -- what's his name? Big Joe? Something?
Big Jim. He's the man.
(I see him every week)
Praying to Darwin asks:
Um, is it possible that your in-laws have figured out the interwebs, and are leaving you vitriolic comments? Wouldn't that be a DELICIOUS twist to the story???
Eh. It would be pretty weird. But I kind of doubt it. I don't exist in their world, so I really doubt they would seek me out like that.
Also, they have NO IDEA that I write anything. So. There you go.
And finally, some anonymous douchenozzle asks:
Do you ever do anything except complain about your husband and how stupid he is?
Bitch, please.
If you think I complain about my husband? You have obviously never read my blog, nor have you lived with my husband.
I love that man unlike anything in this world.
That man makes me crazier than anyone else ever could.
And he would be the first one to tell you.
I am the best damn wife he could ever imagine having.
Believe that!
Oh. Snap.
And so on!
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12 comments:
People are weird.
That about sums it up.
You are weird AND wonderful. Mwah!
From what I have read...I am pretty sure your inlaws have no clue what "vitriolic" means. Nor do I. As evidenced by my having to copy and paste it into the comment. Perhaps it means 'dumbass'?
ps Congrats on the raise and the not having to work 2 jobs and the husband promotion and the book deal and everything else that is GREAT in your life..including the GC and BC who provide us with such fun reading entertainment!
pss LOVE you!
#1? Dude. I am so happy you actually screamed. That's just one of those times that deserves it.
#2? I don't know what the heck vitriolic means either. Quit getting smart on us here, Chick. Geez. (haha, joke) I mean, it was bad enough when I had to sit here and figure out what the heck 'C U Next Tuesday' meant.
love the q&a!
Leslie Kim? ROFL! His parents really must have hated him!
BTW, the photo on your blog really doesn't do you justice. I just saw the one on your profile w/your family. You are gorgeous! And I ain't blowin' smoke!
Okay. ..so it just hit me, and I don't mean to complain. .. but it *has* been a while since we've heard a funny (blow Diet Pepsi out your nose) story about BC & GC.
Just sayin. . . .
Yay for raises!!! Yay for Promotions!! Yay for not having to work two jobs!! Yay for coming out of the craptacular funk you were in!! Yay for putting a link to me in your Q&A!!!!
And I am a wordsmith, and I LOVE words. For those of you who don't know, vitriolic means: bitterly scathing; caustic; acerbic.
And Chick? Thanks for the comment on my Addiction quiz. I know what you mean; I figured I'd score way higher. I think that its a time thing. If I didn't have to do that whole working thing? I'd be doing some serious blogging. :-)
I wish I had a Big Jim. *sigh*
wait, that sounds all kinds of wrong. You know what I mean. An AWESOME COUNSELOR like him.
Bitch, please.
LMFAO.
I don't think some people understand that you can complain about your husband and still love him. I complain a lot about mine, he irritates me like no one else (except maybe his offspring) but it doesn't mean I am going to leave him.
Suck on that anonymous!!! (I hate that bitch too, chick...)
I think you are completely real about it, and for that I completely applaud you... I can tell how much you love Jason and express it often...
Bitch please is right!!
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