Friday Fragments

Watch out for the random thoughts flying... Friday Fragments is back with a vengence! I'm kicking fat asses and taking names... Join in with Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissing Time.

***Monday is the kickoff of...

Plan ahead- there will be a Mr.Linky to link all participating posts together. The only rules: be honest, get healthy and bring us along for the ride.

*** I use 'comment moderation'. I know people hate it. My computer is a magnet for scum sucking viruses. That being said, the way I check my comments is by mannually going in and scrolling down them. If you leave a comment on an old post- shoot me an e-mail- hey dumb-ass, I left you a comment- otherwise I will never find it.

*** I changed my 'blogroll' ------->>>> If I missed you, let me know, hey dumb-ass, you missed me!

*** Do you Twitter? Twitter is a social networking site. The way I understand it, it's mostly people with blogs or a product to sell. It took me a long time to catch on to it, but know I ramble far too much on it. You have 140 characters to say "what you're doing" (very Facebook-esque- AGAIN, another reason why Facebook wishes it were a blog!)... I don't like doing it on Facebook. I think it's so dorky when I go to someone's profile and it says

Sarah is cooking dinner.
Michael is cold.
Becky is putting her kids to bed.

YAWN! Becky is putting ME to bed!

People with blogs have a much better sense of humor. Twitter is much more entertaining.

***To the woman in the waiting room during my son's orthodontist visit... I only wanted the receptionist to give me a receipt of the thousands of dollars that I spent there in 2008 so I could do my taxes.

That was not an invitation to tell me how much it sucks that you "are never able to deduct your medical on your taxes because it never ends up being enough." You know what- we pay $640 a month for insurance- so yeah, I make it, I can deduct it, and I don't feel sorry for you... wanna know why?

Because you go on to tell me how you paid off your house and painted your house key red and boxed it as a gift to your husband for Christmas (that's so sweet I think I just threw up in my mouth!) Wow, I'm really aching that you don't get an extra $200 on your tax return after putting out over $8000 a year for medical expenses, like I do!!!

As if, I didn't feel bad enough, you went on to tell me that you had 2 kids in college and pay cash- you really emphasized that you pay cash- good for you! My kids will be lucky to get grants to go to community college at this pace, but so. happy. for. you.

I thought I had escaped your bragging about your finances, little did I know, you made your last payment on your son's braces to the cashier on the way out! The receptionists threw confetti at your beady little head and a little mariachi band came out and played you a congratulatory song- OH AREN'T YOU THE JOLLY GOOD FELLOW! (The confetti and band really only happened in my head.)

For your information, we have 4 kids, one income and BUTTLOADS (that's the exact amount) of debt! So next time, while gloating about your good fortune, remember you might just be telling someone that's poor, totally jealous of you and completely unstable- watch your back, sister!