Message in A Bottle MEME

Well, I was tagged for this inspirational meme by the originator Wavy (or was it Mimi?) Anyway, it's a good question. If you could leave one message to the world, what would it be? A favourite quote....a song lyric.....a joke.....

Whatever it is, here's your chance.

And since the Queen herself has tagged just about everyone in the blogosphere....I won't tag anyone BUT, will say that if you haven't done it yet, you should.

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Here are the rules:
You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean. Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Anonymous or not.

What message would you like to send out to the universe?

Message In A Bottle Meme

1. Compose a message to place in your virtual bottle
2. Right click and Save the graphic below
3. Use a graphics program of your choice to place the message on the picture
4. Post the meme and these rules on your blog
5. Return your "Message In a Bottle" to Mimi via email ~ mimiwrites2005 at yahoo.com, and then head to her site and leave her a comment that you're done. IF YOU WANT YOUR MESSAGE TO BE ANONYMOUS PLEASE SAY SO.
6. Tag a minimum of five people - or your entire blogroll - to do the same. Notify them of the tag.

Your virtual bottle will remain afloat in the blogosphere ocean for all blogernity (That's a Mimism for blog + eternity.)

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

DAMN YOU......!!!

*shaking fist at the sky*

Whom am I cursing out? Well, where to start today....

A) Warren. He works with me. He's a moron. He knows nothing, but for some reason, is a good sales person. So the boss (re: owner of the company, NOT the general manager who has to deal with him every day) loves him. His job is safe, and my job is to put up with him. It drives me nuts and on a daily basis, I am FORCED to put up with his stupid mistakes. Yes, I realize I could quit, but without another job, that's just stupid.

Which brings me to ....

B) whomever the genius was that decided we needed money to live. I HATE MY DAY JOB. I hate days - mornings suck ass and heaven help my kids when I have them -they're going to be vampires. If security paid better, I would definately be doing that full time. It's not saving the world, but you know, it's a job I really enjoy and love doing. Personally, if I could find a way to make money from home in my pyjamas (and that doesn't involve porn - so Matt, Bond...and the rest of y'all, get yer minds out of the gutter), I would do it. In fact, if I could find a way to make money reading blogs, I would SO love that. Because....

C) there's too many damn good blogs out there for us "bookies" (you know, like foodies only with books). Not the Vegas kind, so don't be calling me to place a bet on the Sens beating the Pens (well, it ain't gonna happen anyway). I LOVE to read, especially humorous, intelligent, heart warming content....oh all right. I love to read pretty much anything. As I've been heard to say several times, I'll read the the nutitional information onthe side of a ceral box if nothing else is available. I'll read my books over and over and over until they're dog-earred and need replacing. And I spend most of my down time at work reading blogs. So, finding a job where I read GOOD stuff all day long would be great. One where I read good stuff all day long and do it from home would be amazing because....

D) there's not enough damn hours in the day to plan and execute great dinners, do laundry, clean the bathroom, and manage to spend quality time with the hubby, not to mention do the security thing three or four nights a week. And then there's the having to visit the grandparents once a week, which isn't bad and I love them, but they're 81 and 87 respectively and they're SLOOOOOWWWW to do anything. So what should be a two hour visit turns into three or four sometimes. :S I'm also in the middle of three or four writing projects and I have a number of things that need to be done that are supposed to be at the head of that long list. :S And this all leads to....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.

Me screaming and running around, arms flailing like the Tasmanian Devil on crack, my head spinning around like I'm Linda Blair, and my husband standing there clutching a syringe with 50 cc's of valium, and hawk handling gloves on so to protect himself from injury or harm.

Dear Lord...that kicks in quick. SIGH. I need help.

But first, I need sle......................zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

A Cause for Celebrating

Ladies and gents....I've got fabbo, boffo, socko, stupendous, splendiferous news!

I am, once again, a licensed security guard!!!!

I know, I know, I bitched and moaned in three very LONG rants about not being a guard, and how long it was going to take to get my license back.

WELLLLLLLLLL.....

Turns out the Ministry decided to re-evalutate what charges were important and necessary to receive pardons for before renewing a license, and they decided that the charges I have against me weren't enough to keep myself and other guards from working. So they sent me the application a few weeks ago, and I immediately sent it in.

I didn't want to say anything until I had my license in my hand, but earlier this week, it arrived!! I will be able to work again at the job I love!!

And to top it off, I really think that a lot of the problems Rod & I were having (which I couldn't post here because of well...anyway) are working themselves out, and we're in a good place.

I couldn't be happier, and all I can say is thanks to all of you for the support and friendship you gave me back in November when it all came down.

I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.