the other ice queen returneth

although i wouldn't call me a queen.  i have spent the last couple of weeks playing bingo - morning, noon, night, midnight...and it has been fun, but too much of a good thing sure can ruin it.  at one point, i was clicking my dots and suddenly had the overwhelming urge to burst into tears.  that's when i knew it was time to get up OUTTA here or do something different.

one thing i'll say about the bingo rooms online - the folks are exceptionally polite.  another thing is - the abbreviated chat lingo is something else to catch on to.  for instance:

(chat room)
wtg, winnners!
ty, glng (thank you, good luck next game)
yvw. gl2u2 (you're very welcome.  good luck to you, too!)
ngcu - gl2a  (next game coming up, good luck to all!)

i thought i was catching on pretty well, and was mightily impressed with everyone's good manners, after having witnessed the aol chats and message boards.  so one morning, very early, i logged in to play bingo.

gma, gl!  (good morning, all.  good luck!)
and then, this person said to me...

ty,  u2 mf

i was like - WHAT did you call me?

and then i noticed she was calling everyone mf.  and they were ok with it. so instead of meaning what it NORMALLY means, i surmise and choose to believe it can be translated as My Friend.

this last few weeks have been full of surprises.  for instance, at work, we had a pet take up residence outside the fence - a goat!  he (or she) was a beautiful animal, and folks were carrying on conversations with it.  they baaaed at it, and baaaed back.  we were just short of naming it when someone came and set a goat trap and caught the little fella.  shoot.

And then, one fine morning, i walked into the lobby at work to find 1.  a dog.  2.  two long tables surrounded by officers.  i was instructed to step to the side, let the dogs sniff me (which it did, and i passed inspection), and THEN we all had to empty our pockets, remove our jackets, TAKE OFF OUR SHOES and show the bottoms of our feet to the officers.  i have officially been interdicted. we all have.

and i opened a letter that was addressed to me from the department of correction, half expecting them to tell me i can no longer carry my life in my pockets during strip searches and son of a gun - it said something like this:

We are pleased to inform you that funds have been freed and your salary is being increased by 1,303 per year. 

i gasped.  i couldn't talk.  ms. horton, watching in apprehension from her desk, said - Oh my GOD, what's wrong?  i snatched up the identical letter addressed to her, flung it in her face and gasped - READ IT!!

and then we did the office dance of joy and laughed for about 15 minutes.  no, it's not much...but it's an unexpected "raise".  :-D

and since all that, i have been bored out of my mind, so i have decided to join a gym, take a self-defense course, join the fire department and take EMT training.  that should keep me busy for a few minutes.

have a wonderful week.