Crappity crap.

Someone stinks. And her name is Net Nanny.

Yep, I am coming to you from my mother's computer because, once again, my computer privileges at work have diminished somewhat a little bit slightly. But it isn't just Myspace that they've taken away, it's just about everything.

No more:

1) Online poker. What the sam hell? What am I supposed to now while I'm on hold with the never-ending blackhole that is Delta Airlines?

2) Crafter's Choice. I don't even like this site ... I simply go on there to decline my editor's choices so they wont send me unwanted packages in the mail. But now, I can't even click on my editor's choices without Net Nanny telling me it is being blocked because it falls under the category, Intimate Apparel. Ohhhh, realllly? So scrapping books = lingerie now? Well, won't Brad be happy about that.

3) Reading emails that have the "F" word in them. Seriously. Net Nanny reads everything.

And I swear, if any of you sends me an email with the "F" word in it just so you can get a little giggle at my expense ... well, there might be a few karate chops in store for you.

Just sayin.'

4) And finally ... blogger. That's right. I can't even access my beloved Blogger account. And that = the suckiest of all things that suck on this planet. Besides exercise and Net Nanny, of course.

I have discovered, however, that no one else in the office is being blocked. Which irritates me to no end, but a reprieve is a reprieve. Looks as if Bill's computer is my new best friend, ya'll.

On a much happier note, Katy turned 18 yesterday. Mom and I took her to the casino because nothing says "I love you" more than corrupting your baby sister.

Alrighty, I'm done now. Hope you've enjoyed the post you've been dying to read for over a week now. Hopefully I'll have something more exciting to post about next time. Like the time my daughter posed with a pork bone in her hand.

Trust me. You will likeeee.