More fun with Fark

That's the guy who's head explodes, by the way. Funny, I thought it belonged to John Stewart. I don't know who this guy is, but it's funny either way. It's an animated GIF that actually does show the head exploding. But for some reason, it doesn't work on this blog. DRAT!!

Ahhh yes, ya just gotta love Fark.com. Did you know that Wil Wheaton of Star Trek fame is a regular Fark member and writes on the message boards all the time? http://www.wilwheaton.net/ and this thread on Fark today is hilarious...

http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3817090

Then I found some more funny pictures, bashing on GW Bush, which is always good for a laugh:










So yeah, I am an official Farkin' Farker Fan.

It gets my mind off the flurry of activity that is now upon me with this move to the 'burgh. In 3 days I am done with my current job. This is very scarey to me; I've never been without a job of my own decision like this. I've had temporary jobs end after a few months, sure. I've been unemployed before too, because of poor economy, closing of offices, and new job quarrels between HR departments, but never because I just want to walk away. I mean, this place pays 100% benefits. Nothing comes out of my pocket for medical, dental or eye exams. That is amazing to me, and very rare. I feel almost like an idiot for walking away from something that good, but I have been told that I can be added to Pete's benefits right away as his "significant other," so I'm trying not to let that bother me too much.

As of Tuesday next week, I am officially unemployed. YIKES!! I haven't heard a thing from the chick I interviewed with last week either yet, so I'm starting to worry. I know Pete has budgeted time for me to find work, without worrying too much financially, but at the same time, I just feel like I have to contribute to this whole relationship thing in that way, at least as much as I can, because of all the chaos that he's been helping me with during this whole courtship/coercion time we've been having the past few months.

Now the big push is for me to find a pet sitter in Pittsburgh for Labor Day weekend. I called a few places, and one lady is being very nice in helping me locate one that has availability. It's tough to find dog sitters on holiday weekends. I can leave Sassy with Pete's son, but he also has to work and can't be there with her the whole time, so I'd like someone to come and walk her and feed her also. Otherwise she'll be stuck in the car riding with us to Michigan. So we'll see what happens.

It'll be a bizarre thing, leaving my home of 10 years, sitting in a new place surrounded by boxes, overwhelmed at the thought of unpacking them...I'll probably have a meltdown or three at that point, but I'm actually quite proud of myself because I've gotten through this whole week (so far) without having a meltdown at all! Not too shabby, huh? I know you're all so proud. I can tell.

I can't help being a girly-girl woose though, sometimes. I mean, I am starting to feel the excitement of starting a new life now, moreso than I did a few weeks ago, but at the same time, I do not have any illusions of the grass being any greener in the 'burgh than it is here. I'm just trading in some DC challenges for new Pittsburgh challenges...I mean, it's a trade-off really...I don't have to fight with so much traffic now like I did in DC, which is a good thing. BUT, I do have to fight with construction crap and learning back roads and new ways to get around. So, it's like that with everything I think. Re-adjusting to the cheaper cost of living with be fun too, BUT, I won't find a job that pays more than I had in DC there either.

As for Pete and me, well, he'd just better keep his promise and take good care of me, otherwise I know his friend Vixen will castrate him, and my best friend Laurie will probably claw his eyeballs out, and my mom will just sit back, laugh and say, "When is the wedding again?" because she's a slightly damaged sadistic soul.

I do like that I have a Plan B in place though, in case the fit hits the shan. I can just move back to DC with help from my buddies...and my new friend Charlene is also in line to kick him in the balls if anything goes wrong, so Pete had better just be on his best behavior with me. He keeps giving me hickies on my boobs, and that's just downright annoying as fuck. I don't allow hickies dammit. I never have. Not from anybody. Not even Peter. So now he's finding this quite amusing, and telling me I have no real choice in the matter, but tell THAT to my foot, my fine-feathered Dom, when it kicks ya between the legs next time you try it. MMM-HMMM. I would so totally risk a punishment spanking for that.

ME <---Likes to live dangerously.

So you would think a huge company like this, where I'm working now, would generate much more empty boxes than it has been doing today. The recycle bin is EMPTY!! I mean COME ON dang it, I am MOVING ya know. Let's get busy and unpack some computers or something. Cripes. What does a bitch like me gotta DO around here to get some boxes?! WHO DO I GOTTA BLOW?! Line 'em up! Drop Trou! Let's get this party started!

Ok ok, I've got a buttload of boxes at home already, sure, but I'm a greedy wench.

Ah well, I guess I should go make some labels and stuff. Pretend I'm working. But ya know, if I sit here all day doing nothing but laughing at Fark, what will they do about it, FIRE ME?! I'm OUTTA HERE IN THREE DAYS...

I will most likely be without a computer for a few days after the move, and I doubt I'll have time over Labor Day weekend to write anything on the blogs either, so I hope you blog reading addicts can survive without me during this move. I love you all dearly, but you suck the life outta me sometimes.

And when the stress becomes too much, I like to say things that FARK says:







And one of my newfound favorites that had me roaring with laughter:



Bye for now. Love, Sassy Girl