Mrs. CPA

Do it For Me, Pleeease?

Karen at Troll Baby has prominently posted her blogroll for everyone to peruse and click.  Find someone on my list below that you don't read already.  Someone that will be new to you, or someone you've clicked on before but not taken the time to really check out. 

Do some digging around.  Tell them who sent you.  Tell everyone about them on your own blog.  There are some great undiscovereds out there.   Someone that you might just happen across one day that rocks your world.  Come on, one more blog won't hurt ya. 

I'll post one (or two or ten) of my favorites one day later this week.

Guess What I'm Doing?

What am I doing right this minute? 

I'm meeting Hilary and Liz.  You can leave your sentiments of jealousy in the comments. 

Then I've got a 3 hour drive to Little Rock to say with my FIL, then my Dad, my MIL, my Nan in McGehee, then back to LR for Kendall and Kaden's birthday party, a second Thanksgiving at my Brother in Law's with all of TP's family, and then home.

You are going to be sick of the pictures when I get back.

Help a Sista' Out

Take a survey for Mother Pie.  I don't really have any clout, but she needs your help to complete her graduate school project.  The survey won't take very long and you get to answer questions about YOURSELF.  And who doesn't love to talk about themselves??  It's open until December 6th.  You can find her blog here if you want to check it out. 

On my way to the church this evening, I drove by an office furniture place that had a friggin' Christmas Tree up in the front window.  It's not time for Christmas yet. (says the person who just blogged about Christmas stockings...)

The closer it gets to Christmas the more I will get asked what I want.  And I never know.  So TP goes to the mall two days before Christmas and buys me something.  One year I got a fancy diskette holder.  Last year I got a clock radio. (I know.  I know.  Please address all your jealous e-mails to youhavegottobekiddingme@noimnot.com)   So help ME out.  What in the hell do I want for Christmas?  Any and all suggestions of cooking utensils and/or auto maintenece items will be laughed at.  And probably purchased by TP. 

And what does every dorky man want in his stocking? 
   

A Day Late, and a Dollar Short

Like always.

One year ago, yesterday, I sat at my desk, went to Blooger and started this blog.  Then I talked about bacon. (I had bacon twice today, and no I'm not pregnant.) 

My sporadic attempts at posting tapered off in December and I moved on to bigger and better things, like more bacon and tax season.  Then I had a baby. (I can hear the collective internets now, *Gasp!* "I had no idea, since you never speak of this child!")  I came back to the blog world and found a community, friends from which I have grown to eagerly anticipate each new word from, even one of my college professors, and a plagiarizer (my claim to fame semi-recognizability).  As I look back through my archives, there's a lot of fluff there.  So readers, in the coming year, I promise to be more substantive in my posting and think deeper thoughts, and oh hell, who am I kidding, I'm going to be talking about the same shit I always have.  But it's still going to be funny (It is, right?  I hope it is.) 

Merry Blogging to all and to all a good ...Weekend? 

Whatever.  Happy Blogday to me. 

Ha! You thought you were getting away without any pictures didn't ya?  Fooled you...

Dear Jesus,

(and that would be this Jesus*)

Would you please tell teh Internets to quit with the "new website here" and "I have a new blog there" and "I also write here"?  Because I want to read them all and I HAVE NO MORE TIME!!!**

And while I'm asking, can you make me stop using so many parentheses and quotation marks (and it looks like I had better add footnotes to the list now)?  That would be great.  Also, spelling help.  (I know I've been praying for that one for awhile, since, like, second grade, but I'm still holding out.***)

But thank you for this:

Also help him with the spelling. 

Thanks,

Kelly

*I can not bring myself to type the actual title of the site this post links to because it is too blasphemous for even my blackened little immortal soul, but still funny.  Also, Donna would read it and think that I never learned anything in the Honors college.  As if she couldn't tell by my grammar already...

** I entered in my time today for the past two weeks.  Since September 29th I have billed 125 hours.  That does not include the non-billable recruiting, lunch eating, or helping other staff people.  I told you I was busy. 

*** Wouldn't it be awesome if God used parentheses?  "Jesus Wept." (like that little kid you pushed down on the playground when you were seven, and mister, we are going to have a talk about that when you get here and you will possibly have an extended waiting period for heavenly entry.)

They Got Me Too

Morons.

If you want to know if they got you too, go here.  They have only gotten the stuff that I have on Blogger, but still.  Those are MY WORDS.  So suck it, Spanish Morons. 

And what pisses me off even more is that you're reading this instead of seing that cute baby below jumping his little heart out.

They got you, Silly Hily.

Here's the story

of a girl named Kelly,
who was bored, and had nothing to do,
so she went to Technorati and typed in "Amalah,"
and her eyes received a punch.

Here's the (fakestolenwordforword ) story
Of a girl named Claudia,
who totally ripped off Amalah's posts
Amalah had great posts,
like a poet, her stats would eat yours for lunch.

Then a new email was quickly opened,
and after doing a furious archives search,
it was determined that this was not the nanny,
That's the way Amalah found out about her plagiarizer.

The little thief,
du du du du duh

the little nutjob.

du du du du duh

Thats the waaaaaaaaaay Amalah got three hundred comments yesterday. 

End Brady Bunch song....

When the search results came up, there was a post by Amalah, with her name under it.  Then two results down, there were the exact same words, but it wasn't Amalah's website above it.  It was "Claudia's" website.  I think Technorati was picking up the outbound link from the hotlinked tire photo.  Claudia skillfully used the tire and then segued into the post about watching Blues Clues,  complete with the exact same pictures, except she called Noah, Cody and hotlinked the picture at the bottom, that showed the top of Amalah's head, to a picture on Amazon. 

All her friends thought she was so "LOL" and "U are soooooooooo kwel" and "this is my favorite, LOL!!!!" 

That people, is the unauthorized story of how I became the Internet's super sleuth (at least for the next two days or so.)

Who's going to send me a cape, or a monocle, or a little notebook (I would like a pink sparkley one with a feather pen)? 

Stupid Ass Blogger

So I somehow deleted all my junk at Blogger.  They may be able to recover it, but who knows.  I'm taking it as a sign to move myself to somewhere more stable and fancy.

Ta-Da!

Stay tuned for more ridiculous ranting and general bitchiness, oh and pictures of my kid and dogs, and anything else I can get to stay still for 10 seconds.