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on the side of the page, next to your profile information? Well, for the past week or so, while I was facebooking (I am addicted, it’s really bad, I keep refreshing to see if I have any new notifications…that is really sad…I need a job, yo) for the past week, I kept noticing a lot of ads for gay/lesbian stuff. I was like, wtf? And before anyone gets their knickers in a twist, I am not anti-gay at all…I have gay friends and have zero issues with people being gay. So, anyway, I was like, why do I keep having gay/lesbian ads on my sidebar there, that’s weird. I figured it was because whoever’s profile I was stalking, I mean perusing, might be gay/lesbian and that’s where they are pulling the demographic information from.
Was.I.wrong.
I don’t know why, but for some reason today, I decided to add stuff to my profile. And that’s when I nearly peed my pants…my profile stated that I was interested in WOMEN. LMFAO! Ok folks, I really seriously totally almost peed in my pants…I laughed so hard (all by myself, I looked insane I tell you) that tears were pouring out of my eyes. There was NOBODY around me to tell this hilarious omg-I-am-apparently-a-lesbian-according-to-facebook story to…my dogs were there, but they don’t know what facebook is let alone the whole gay/lesbian stuff, so I couldn’t tell them. They pretty much just laid there looking at me like “Oh look, crazy ass mom is cracking herself up…again”. I had to tell someone, so I texted Heather and told her…she called me and we both cracked up. Finally, it all made sense…I was seeing those ads BECAUSE APPARENTLY I WAS A LESBIAN ON FACEBOOK! ha ha hahaha!
Ohhhh, good times. I changed it. I am not a lesbian, I am totally hetero and totally smitten with my main man Becks…hubba.
Speaking of facebook, I emailed all of my classmates from high school that I had email addresses for and invited them to join facebook today. Two of them joined so far, pretty cool. I also was surfing around over there and found a classmate from elementary school which is pretty cool.
Ok, I need to go now. It’s high time I refresh my facebook page to see if I have any new notifications, holla.
Last night, before soccer, I stopped to get gas in my car. I was wearing my soccer cleats. When I got out of the car, I turned my ankle…badly. My right cleat sort of slid off the concrete pad where it meets the macadam in the gas station. It hurt like a *#(&#)$! (insert VERY bad word here!). I am pretty sure it was caught on the camera at the gas station too…which might come in handy if I sue them…ha ha ha.
Here’s the bad part. I practiced soccer on it, because after I got to practice, it started to feel better…yeah, I am a complete idiot. Then (wait — it gets better) the kidlet and I went to his school open house after practice and I walked all over the school on it. It was a little sore at that point, but not killing me.
Fast forward to this morning where I got up out of bed, late, very, very late, and attempted to walk and almost fell flat on my face. Sweet Jesus, it’s huge and kind of blackish-blueish-purpleish. I managed to gimp down the steps, get the dog out, feed the animals and gimp back up to get ready for work. I wrapped it and just a little bit ago, took off the wrap to check it…it’s still huge and blackis-blueish-purpleish. Crap.
Tonight is cub scouts…one of the moms there is a nurse, I am going to have her look at it and tell me if I should go to the doctor.
I am a tard. Well, at least I didn’t break my kneecap like my sister thinks she did when she fell down roller skating Tuesday night…I am waiting to hear from her, she was going for an xray today.
Yes, we are graceful, you wanna make something of it? At least she did it doing something that doesn’t sound stupid…I was getting gas for goodness sake!
Graceful Gert, signing out!
bulleted for your enjoyment:
- It is called personal space for a reason. If I want you in my personal space, I will invite you in. Don’t be getting up in my grill without an invitation.
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Nobody knows it all, it’s impossible. I cannot stand people who act like they know it all.
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I always try to see things from different perspectives before I decide on something. I am not so narrow-minded that I cannot do this.
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Trying to make me look stupid won’t work, I can do that on my own, LOL.
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I DO NOT LIKE liars, period.
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It’s called an “in” box because you put stuff “in” it that needs completed.
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I am NOT a copier repair person. If I was, I wouldn’t be working as an Administrative Manager now would I?
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Snobbery is not a very becoming trait.
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I am not fond of the passive/aggressive types.
