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I'm totally drawing a blank as to what to blog about. I actually sat here and stared at the white screen in front of me for about 30 or so minutes before I actually hit a key, any key. The cursor keeps blinking at me, taunting me with it's knowing way.... you have nothing to talk about. It's right, I don't but here I am just typing away, so I'm going to just type about anything and nothing all at the same time. How's that for talent?! I figure I can cover the gauntlet of things this way.

Work:
It seems like there is never an absence of drama here. There is always someone bitching at someone else about something... actually they just talk a lot of crap about each other behind their backs. Just as I'm about to do, except I'm talking about them to you all. Does that count as talking behind their backs? I'm going to use their initials in the following little rants about each of them. Please note that this isn't every person I work with, just the ones that lately have been getting on my last ever loving nerve.

MD - she's the woman who sits across from me. She's 55, has a hump back and a loud mouth. You can't have a conversation without her jumping in with her own opinion and of course she's always right. I've actually caleld her out to the parking lot one time because she "jokingly" slapped my husband. This was about 6 years ago but just thinking about her putting her hands on my husband still pisses me off. I'm not a confrontational person but when I told her, "If you touch him again MD, you and I will have to step outside" she looked at me and she knew I was serious. MD will give you the shirt off her back, and then talk crap about you behind your back for taking it. If someone is out a day of work, MD will make sure to stand around talking crap about that person... making sure that a few others (who will be listed below join in on the bashing train). Lovely woman she is, no really.

KI - she's the heavy lady that sits next to me. She just had the lap-band weight loss surgery and yet she still eats like she's a starved kid on the side of the street. Always eating... always. However she has lost 50 or so lbs so something must be going right for her. Currently she's not talking to DH (office weirdo). I've never known someone who could hold a grudge like KI. Once mad, she will go months, years without saying anything to you - non work related. She's a nice woman but annoying all at the same time.

DS - my boss. She is obsessed with weight and anything that may or may not have calories in it. If you consume it and it's got a wrapper on it - she wants to know the calorie content of said food. I remember before I got married (back in 1999) my boss said, "I hope you're going to diet before you get married. Brian doesn't want a fat wife". Ok at the time I was maybe MAYBE a size 8-10. I was by no means fat. Yesterday she came up to me and told me that I didn't look like I felt well because I looked pale. Of course I told her I just had a headache, I didnt' tell her that I was using a new powder foundation... needless to say I'm not wearing that stuff to work again, anytime soon. She's a closet freak who talks about her many vibrators and how she enjoys having sex on her bathroom counter, because she can see herself. Yeah... TMI? Me thinks so. However, she is great about letting us leave work if we have to and taking time off when needed.

DH - the office weirdo. I've mentioned her before in some of my blogs. She is the woman who wears the argyle socks with the therapudic sandals. She's a free woman... please note that when I say free woman, that means free of razors in her house. Her legs are hairy (the movie 'Without a Paddle' the girls legs who didnt' shave... yeah that's DH. She doesnt' shave her arm pits either and loves, loves, loves to wear sleevless shirts. Right now KI is mad at DH. No one in our office really likes DH, DH know's this and often runs to my desk to complain about someone here in the office. DH to me seems to have a bit of tourette's - she will yell out random cuss words for no obvious reason, other than to just yell out. She gets mad and she throws things. One day I'm going to take a picture of her office so you all can see how disgusting her space really is. In fact... I'm going to do it now. Well crap I took pics but I can't figure out how to save them as JPGs. They are saved as BMP's so if anyone knows how I can change it, let me know. I'd love to share the disgustingness that is her office.

Ok I can't think of anyone else right now to talk crap about... I guess *sigh* I will actually get some work done.