A little while back, Mr. Fab put out the call for everyone to post “Colleen has a sweet ass” on their blogs, in the hopes that when you googled the words “sweet ass“, you would find Colleen. His plea for help is actually result #10, so technically he’s already succeeded.
But, then Skeet wondered, why should Colleen be the only one to have a sweet ass? Wasn’t her ass just as sweet? Isn’t YOUR ass just as sweet? So to in response to his silly obsession with Colleen’s sweet ass, she asked everyone to help cure Mr. Fab’s obsession. When she received a less than stellar response, Skeet repeated her plea. Well, Skeet, (and I can’t believe I’m doing this), you have tugged at my heartstrings. I will do my part to help Mr. Fab. Here is MY sweet ass:

Feeling better yet, Fab?

I was just posting on my other blog about how I’m realizing how much I need new furniture in my apartment. That’s not the only thing I need new, though. My kitchen and my bathroom sinks could both use new Delta faucets. They don’t even have to be Delta, really. They just need to work right. Right now, if you turn the water on high, it leaks out of the faucet where the handle is and runs all over the back of the sink and the counter. Uh, yeah. Not cool. Not to mention that the stopper in the bathroom sink drain doesn’t seal either. My maintenance people stink. And everything is old. LOL

I just had a rather disturbing conversation with my boss. These happen quite often, actually, but that’s not the point. We’ve been working on getting me some of the “professional” uniforms, and have had troubles getting the folks in Indianapolis to get on the ball with it. It’s causing problems up here for both me and Gary. Anyways, I have to go tonight and try on blazers to get an appropriate size so hopefully we’ll get that straightened out. But if the ones they send up this time still don’t work, I’ll be purchasing my own pants, and blazers and will be reimbursed by the company. I was complaining about the white shirts being nearly see-through, and Gary brought up that I’d just have to wear a tshirt or something underneath them. This, of course, led to a discussion of one of the previous receptionists who wore a slip under her white shirts, due to the rather large amount of… ahem… real estate her nipples required. Actually, I think the exact words Gary used were “she looked like an Aborigine.” Yeah… I’ve been taken into the “boys club,” and sometimes, I’m not entirely convinced I want to be there.

Why does it always seem like anytime you go somewhere out of town, it is inevitable to end up stuck in traffic? Of course, you can never see what the problem is, or how long it’s going to last. And it can never happen somewhere you KNOW how what the local radio stations are, or who to call for information. Nooooo… you always get stuck in a traffic jam somewhere where you are listening to a radio station 60 miles away. And if you’re like me, you’re the passenger in the car, and you can’t convince the driver to use the exit ramp you are sitting next to and use the alternate route you’ve found on the map. Instead, you’ll sit in a car with no air conditioning, in non-moving traffic for the next couple of hours, wishing you could get the traffic report on your laptop or cell phone so you knew just how much longer you were stuck. Or WHY. Apparently that’s just the sort of thing available from Traffic Gauge. Here’s what they have to say about it

“TrafficGauge device offers real-time traffic anytime, anywhere with the TrafficGauge handheld, TrafficGauge for Cell, TrafficGauge for PC, TrafficGauge for Widget Suite and TrafficGauge for iPhone. Each product or service offers simple to use and easy to read traffic maps. These maps are the best in the industry. The device is an award winning, customer-loving favorite for navigating traffic in Los Angeles, San Francisco and Seattle. The cell phone and PC/Mac software is free and works in most major metropolitan markets.”