2,000,000 Blog Hits

Somehow, my 2,000,000 blog hits just snuck up on me tonight, which makes me a little sad.  Had my husband not mentioned it, I may not have even noticed it.  I’ve been blogging for twenty months, and this number surprises me.  While I want to shout hell ya, I’m honestly too drained to even search youtube for a good song to post in celebration.  Life is hard right for me right now, and it makes blogging even harder.  I don’t have any witty comments or a full post ready, but I thought I’d find some funny Someecards and tell you why I picked each one.  Thank you for coming here to read this blog, and I promise once October comes, you will be reading better and more blog posts, and I’ll be visiting you more often.

Yeah, I’ve got a wicked ADHD, and I’m not ashamed to say I take medication for it.  Suck it ADHD haters.

Losing my job has been a nightmare for me.  I’m sure a good movie like Caddyshack would help make me feel better.  Too bad we don’t have it on DVD.

My nutty co-worker, the one jealous of my health actually farted this week right in front of me, on accident of course.  God, how I wanted to laugh.  I will almost miss her craziness …

Yeah, this one made me laugh because I do hide myself.  But honestly, it is only from the stalkers.  Trust me, I’d tell you what I thought if I met you in real life.

   

I know a few hypochondriacs, and for awhile, I thought I was one myself until Mayo Clinic proved that I had a bunch of legitimate illnesses.  Thank god.  God bless the hypochondriacs.  I feel for them.  I thought I had Lupus for three years.  Web MD is a scary scary thing and it doesn’t help anyone who falls into this catagory.

Yeah, I won’t be hiding inside.  I love telling people I am losing my job.  I have four volunteer jobs lined up, all in walking distance as we will have to go down to being a one car family soon.  But hey, at least grocery shopping will finally become joyful again, no long late night lines, etc. 

Yep, maybe I’m going to become one of those people who bitterly spits out “At least you have a job!” anytime someone tries to complain to me about theirs.  Or maybe not, as I don’t mind listening to my people complain about work, lol.  I just thought this was hilarious.

Honestly, nothing I can say will top this.  Come on!  Three words, those poor kids.

My boss (not the one who hates me) told me the day I found out I was losing my job that I was probably the smartest person who works there.  I tend to agree with her, as I have both street and school smarts.  But today, after seeing how only two other people in the office knew how to send emails with file attachments, I now understand exactly why she once told me they hate me because they are jealous of me.  Sad that these people make the same amount as the national family income.  Um, let me remind you readers that I am the one they picked to lay off.  My co-worker, the crazy one who farted, had to ask me this week how do I email two people?  She had no idea that you insert a coma between their names.  I swear to god, I am not making this up or exaggerating.  So, perhaps you can understand my pure frustration as to why I am the one getting pooped on.