Second, the life-size dolls are looking few and far between as well. Basically, all I have to choose from is a gladiator, a construction worker, and this guy that looks scarily like the love child of Ron Jeremy and a dollar store float:
***Shudder.***
So once again, farm animals are looking better and better. This guy--at least I think it's a guy--may very well be my future husband.
Hey, don't judge. I'm from Georgia. I'm pretty sure it's legal here, and if it's not, well, Senor Munch and I will just move to Alabama.
Third, the whole adopt-a-kid thing might be a little more expensive than I thought, so if anyone has one of those talking Cricket or Corky dolls from the 80's in their attic, let me know. They might be as close as I can get to instakids. Plus, if I pose Cricket and Corky just right, I might be able to take a convincing enough picture to gain temporary admittance into the Mommy Bloggers Club.
Fourth, look what I got today, my first spammy comment from a crazy person:
I am a lawyer and I f***ing hate litigation.I was a stripper after I got my useless BA. Men are pigs (the ones that go to strip clubs are).
I hate the lawyers in my big law office, and I hate my boss and some of opposing counsel treat me much better than the ridiculous huge auto insurance company I work for.
I am miserable.
45 minutes ago I confirmed I have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)
I assume my psychiatrist already knows this, and I've known for quite some time.
A right wing Republican lawyer at my office today freaked on me when I said, unknowingly she was a Sarah Palin "drill baby" freak, when I spoke the words "we need to get off oil."
You know, like get out of their "hold land" of Saudia A, Iraq, Afgahnistan/Pak., etc and then we can try and save ourselves from the bombers.
Other energy sources are real and can be done quickly, and I told the Right Wing freak who I had just given clothes to for her welfare grandchild, that I should not have to educate her on alternative energy sources (I feel that it's someone's own responsibility to remain uninformed or not)
I want to quit my job and go sit quietly as a law clerk for a judge and be bored to tears.
Litigation sucks.
I have defaulted on my student loans, $167,000 after 7 years of interest and payments of interest only on the private portion of the loans, now the loan mgmt. company is changing their "rules" (gee I thought I had a contract) and I must pay both all of my private and Fed loans unless I am unemployed or make $260 per month.
I make junk and there's no jobs in Big City, all the Big Firms are laying off highly educated youngins'
Someone jumped off a building in Big City last week a couple of blocks from me.
Maybe that high school suicide attempt should be re-inacted, that jumper maybe had the right idea.
Seriously, I am losing my mind working for an insurance company with 22 year olds telling me, after 100s of arbirtations and bench trials and at least 30 jury trials, what the value of a case is.
The guy or girl--I'm not sure which--left the comment on that post I did about doing the solo lambada for my neighbors. Since it has nothing to do with that post, I was tempted to delete it. Then I thought, "Wait. The only spam I ever get has to do with herbal Viagra. I've never gotten anything this good before. I can't possibly delete it. I need to print it out, cross-stitch it, and hang it in a frame."
Too bad I haven't cross stitched anything since the fifth grade.
I guess I'll just have to settle for this:
Look, everyone! Staci has her first crazy! Yay, me! I'm a real blogger now!
Now let's break out the balloons and champagne.
