uh hello? helloooooooooo? hellllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooo?

Uh does anybody hear me? Does anyone read this? Is this like the rest of my life where nobody listens? Oh well, if so, I still keep on talkin'. So, today was the day that the guy was supposed to call me with his last and final offer. Uhhhhh.....my phone didn't ring once today. Not the home phone, not my cell phone. ummmmmmmmmmm? hmmmmm......I stressed all stinkin' day over what? Tomorrow is the day that I tell him whether I want to buy the place or not and I don't have a price? ugh.........no, wait, not ugh ............ YAAWWEEEEEEEZAMMMAAAGAAAAAAAAAAHHHH ......... yep that is a full fledge scream. Man, I will tell you, I realize that I am not the most patient person on earth but come on.

Today was not my day. It was my sisters though! Her "almost new" computer (according to her, a three year old computer is the latest, greatest contraption on earth...we all know it is ready for the Smithsonian) crapped out. Of course we can all breath a sigh of relief because we all know that Kris has learned her lesson and has backed up all her records.......um nope, nope not my sister....she had nothing backed up but fortunately nothing of importance was on her computer of three years. So she got lucky because this morning it suddenly reversed it's boo boo and is once again the "little computer that could".

I want to go to sleep however I can't because of all the scary thoughts passing through my gates of brainland. I have sucked down my usual amount of sleeping aids and still nothing. I avoided all caffeine products since early noon, nothing. I ate a sensible dinner, not too much, still....nothing. I think I will call that guy about 3 a.m. and say "hey, you are ruining my dream cycle tonite so I thought I would call you and ruin yours". No, I am not bitter...where did you get an idea like that? I just can't sleep and I really can't even think of anything to write about so I am just rambling. I think I just heard my one follower click on her escape button so she could go run with the #49 sheep and then onto #50 and ugh.........I am already on 232,222,984,999 sheep and still nothing. No fair you one follower you.....you get back here and suffer along with me like any good friend would. tee hee

Maybe I should talk about road rage. I seem to excel at this illness. C'mon peeps, this is one of my pet peeves. In fact let's just go over my pet peeves.

#1 gum snapping. There is no reason to try to get $87 dollars worth of fun out of every nickel sized stick of gum...really.

#2 Passholes. yep, got a P on the front of the bad word. These are peeps that get in the passing lane on the highway and do everything BUT pass. They text, they eat their McDonalds breakfast wrap, they balance their checkbooks, they scream at their children, they rearrange their latest hair fashion, they read the latest edition of the Readers Digest, they cook a small meal on the way to the ballpark, they brush their teeth, they talk to the morning DJ...yep, they do everything but PASS. It must be some kind of road challenge to keep pace with the 127 year old man driving in the right hand lane. Seriously, I can follow someone 12 miles and they don't budge outta that left lane until there exit is 1/3 a mile away and then they make some huge, scary, dodge em car maneuver to get off and then I am way shafted and have to drive 6 more miles for the next exit because I just knew that at some point she would look in her rearview mirror and see me throwing my hands up in the air while yelling "do ya know where your accelerator is?"

#3 Blood curdling screams emitting from children in stores. Please, please, please...do not make an excuse up like "well, little Timmy is so tired, he needs a nap" because after listening to your kid for the last 27 minutes in a full throttle, ear piercing, sound barrier breaking point....I don't want to hear any excuses other than you are a deaf person and didn't realize it was happening. You thought he was just smilin' from ear to ear all this time and people were not giving you a look that would kill........nope, we were just admiring that happy little tyke of yours! Go home, get the kid some Benadryl, have a few shots yourself, sleep it off and hit Walmart at any time other than when I am there. You know how restaurants have smoking and non smoking sections? How about one Walmart in town that is non kid? I bet that place would be a zoo! Maybe a librarian could run it and everytime some adult didn't use their indoor voice, the librarian could get on the intercom and point you out on video closed circuit tv with her fingers over her mouth, stern look and a very loud SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh. You, yeah you in the hosiery department, aisle 41, shut up. Shut up or get out. You can go to the kids walmart if you can't act like an adult. GET OUT!

Wow, I am almost getting sleepy, I think I better shut this thing off and continue with my other peeves at a different time.

I will probably be back in 3 minutes............oh mr. sandman.........is that you at the door?