Blinded!

There are some visuals that you want OUT OF YOUR HEAD! Moments ago I experienced just such a horror.


I had pulled out all the furniture and boxes around the moldy desk in our office and cleared the storage bins on top as well. The floor-guy here at the care center was kneeling on the floor scrubbing the mold with some anti-bacterial cleaner.

I turned to see the progress he was making and instead got an eye-full of butt crack.


Scarred. For. Life.

Horrid Realization

Ms.Behaved knows nothing of the procedure for preparing seafood.

She learned something new last night though, as she surfed the internet for a picture that resembled the tastey little critter she had nibbled on at the buffet...

According to a site she read, 'fresh' octopus is grey. Cooked octopus is red. Mmm... Yum!

The horrifying realization that her tasty excursion yesterday involved a small grey creature hit her like a ton of bricks.

It wasn't just seafood with its face still on.
It was Rocky-Mountain-cheap-buffet-RAW!!


Forgive her, all you lovers of seafood. Please. Forgive her for her disgust and ignorance. But where she lives, seafood that is raw can NOT be that fresh. She does NOT reside near the ocean. Otherwise seafood adventures might be a whole different ball game.

*cry*

Ms.B

Nom nom nom...

She stared at the object on the end of her fork with a combination of interest and disgust. It must be somewhat good. There is a whole dish of them over at the buffet. Ewww!

Her husband rolled his eyes and tried not to give too much attention to what was on her fork. That's gross. Do NOT eat that!, he said.

She stared at the strange item a while longer and then set her fork down on her plate. It's too nasty. I can't do it!! It would feel so weird in my mouth!!

Good. Leave it alone. I'm trying to eat!, the husband said playfully.

She continued to push the 'food' around her plate as he finished his meal. Finally he could take no more. He set his napkin down on his plate with finality and indicated that he had lost his appetite.

The wife unfolded a paper napkin and laid it over the top of her plate while the husband hummed some funeral music. Suddenly she got playful and holding the napkin in one hand in front of her face, brought the item up to her mouth, hidden from her husband's view.

Although she was a little disturbed that her fork was so close to her mouth, she kept a twinkle in her eye as she pretended to eat. The husband's eyes were wide with disbelief.

You wouldn't!

Impulsively she nibbed on one of the legs. It was tough, like chewing on spongy jerky. She became more bold and used her teeth to saw off a bite and tentatively began to chew.

It was horrid. It was foul. It was rubbery. She could feel the suction cups roll around on her tongue.

The husband did not realize she had really taken a bite. He was chuckling as she set her fork back down and re-covered the plate with the napkin.

After a few minutes she could take it no more. She grabbed another napkin and emptied her mouth into it.

The husband's jaw dropped when he saw she had really been chewing on the leg.

They both sat in stunned silence.

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DH and I tried the new Chinese Buffet near the Haven tonight. I highly recommend the fruit bar and the fried rice.

Avoid the whole baby octopus at all costs.

*shudder*

Ms.B

For the love of all that is STINKY

The pipes beneath the floor in the office area of the care center have burst (yet again) causing smelly nastiness to spread throughout the entire building. It's shit. It's food. It's mold. It's all the horrid things you'd imagine must run through underground pipes.

The air is thick. Hard to breath. My head aches. My nose burns.

I've been keeping the door closed to keep the smell out and the warmth in. People have been in and out of the office all morning for various reasons. Of all that have come and gone only one has been courteous enough to close the door again behind themself.

That person is one of our mentally retarded residents. Hmmm....



Mrs.B

Either way...

Not sure if she's doing it because she knows its disgusting and annoys me or if she just doesn't have the class to find an alternative.


Either way, what a BITCH!!


Ms.B

When you just can't keep it inside...

I saw a picture on the internet a few months ago. It was shocking. It was horrifying. It was disturbing.

Ever since that moment, the visual of the picture has popped into my mind at random moments. Each time I'd cringe.

Today, I finally could stand it no longer. I had to make Worm Girl Mischief look at it too. In my defense, she was telling me about a dream she had involving worms coming out of someone's back side, so really, showing her the picture was not a cruel form of punishment.

If you too want to experience the shock and horror, click HERE. Be warned that the image will burn itself onto your retinas and never EVER leave.

Regardless of whether it is real or a computer generated image, every sane woman on the planet should have a vomit bucket on hand when they view this picture.

Mischief and I are still dry heaving over having looked at it today.

UGH! Who lets their tittie get THAT bad... WHO??

Ms.B

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Tradition states that on your first wedding anniversary you present "paper" to your spouse. And thus it was that one year ago, today, we took possession of The Haven. Our "paper" was in the form of a mortgage. Life doesn't get much more thrilling than that. At least not in my boring world.


Traditional Celebration of Year 1: CHECK!


This morning was supposed to be exciting. Our second anniversary. The theme for a 2nd Anniversary? Cotton. Traditionally you present cotton. Fun ideas that I found online suggest beach towels for an amazing vacation. Maybe new bed linen, attractive underwear or lingerie, a hammock, personalized T-shirt, cotton clothing or a cotton canvas shopping bag with your photo on the front. Alas, I woke up this morning in dire need of a different kind of "cotton".

o.o



I'll spare you most of the disgusting details although I must say:

1) I thought that birth control was supposed to help you "control" when this sort of thing happens. And BOY did it happen. What the heck?

2) WAH! Not on our pretty new bed linen! Why, oh why!!

3) I don't think my DH will eat gummy candies for a long time thanks to my comparison of them to something I found floating in my bathwater shortly after I got out of bed.

4) Bless the DH's heart for zipping off to the store in order to purchase the items necessary for me to go about my crampy, grouchy day.


Traditional, though unconventional, Celebration of Year 2: CHECK!



Ms.B