Archive for March, 2017

Back That Thang UP!

Today is National Back UP Day.

It’s a day every one should set aside to Back UP their computer files.

First celebrated in 2011 by a bunch of Simi Valley Nerds computer providers and experts out West, it really isn’t a bad idea!

I mean, after all, you wouldn’t want to lose all those Redneck Latte Ravings posts you’ve saved now would ya?

So, get busy, and Back That Thang UP!

Item One: Assign Blame

Greg was the worst for it.

Every time something went wrong, rather than  try to find the root of the problem, he spent valuable time on the pointless task of finding someone to blame.

Item one on the agenda was:  Assign Blame.

It was standard procedure at every meeting,  every postmortem, every wrap UP.

They all despised him for it; hated their jobs, and hated meetings with him and hated the feeling of dismay as they filed out of the meetings.

The things is, they all knew, truth be told, every failing belonged to him.

SSS 2

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was fault.

Revelation

Guest post from Marie Bryant

The water came out of the shower head like needles hitting my face and neck, hot and fast.

The bathroom had been my refuge so many times, a place to cry and think about things in a safe space away from hateful looks, barbed words, fisted hands, slamming doors.

My plan was to cry it out, feel sorry for myself, wonder whose fault it was, until I couldn’t feel the sadness I thought would fill my heart.

But the sadness never came, and instead all I felt was relief and a maybe a pinch of regret for whatever reason, not enough to elicit even a tear down my cheek.

He’d said he didn’t love me anymore, probably never had, then he’d turned, looked at me with a smirk on his face, and walked out the door.

I realized that night that I didn’t love him either, that I was afraid of him and despised him much of the time, and that I felt relieved, renewed, and ready to live again.

 

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was fault.

 

He’s Back!

And Front.

Remember way back when when I started Ass of the Week?

Yeah, I don’t do it that often, but maybe I should.

Do you remember who the first one was?

Take a minute…………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………

That’s right!

Jon Gosselin.

Well, he’s a multiple winner and he wins again today.

The 39 year old divorced father of eight has confirmed he’s working as a stripper!

I know, I know, I didn’t believe it either (nor want to!)

It was first reported on the ET, the TV show.

He works at the Dusk Nightclub in Atlantic City and is a member of the Senate DJ group, helps with promotion, and performs in the club’s Savage Men Male Revue Show!

I.CAN’T.EVEN.

When asked if he’d ever imagined himself performing as a stripper, he responded, “No way!”

Neither did I, Jon, Neither did I.

Congrats! AOTW!