Someguy101 has updated his blog... it's been at least a MONTH, so maybe he's on a roll. He's also graced us with his picture. Yes, all you females out there... that's my husband. Stand back - he's ALL MINE. *sobs hysterically*

My pink eye is somewhat better. It's no longer pink. Now it's just swollen. So now I've only got Popeye Eye. I feel like eating spinach...

Sorry for the brief post, but my husband and I have a MAJOR LIFE CHANGING DECISION to make. No - I'm not pregnant, but it involves moving. To a different town. And me quitting an awesome job. Scary stuff like that.

He's leaving tomorrow to go scope out this opportunity. I must say that moving to the town where I grew up would be FANTASTIC... but (and there's always a but), I sure would hate to give up my job. AND - there's no friggin' way I'd find a job in the new town where I'd be doing what I do here, and making what I make here. I told him that this new opportunity better come through with the cashola if we're going to move. And how.

As with any decision - there's pros and cons. But I'm going to try to reason it out OFF the blog so as not to bore you.

So I'll leave you with this:


The pharmacist walks into the store to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall. He asks the blonde clerk "What's with that guy over there by the wall?" The blonde clerk responds: "Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative." The pharmacist yells: "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with a laxative!" The blonde clerk responds, "Of course you can! Look at him, he's afraid to cough."

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According to a news report, a certain school in Garden City, MI was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the washroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. He called all the girls to the washroom and met them there with the maintenance man. He explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night.To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, he asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. The maintenance man took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet bowl, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.