I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
It’s funny, when I was growing up, SPAM used to be this pork product sold in rectangular container made of ham and miscellaneous pig parts (i.e. snouts, tails and pig peters). I’m trying to gather up some recollections of this stuff in my reality back in the 70’s and 80’s. I can’t conjure up much of a memory. This leads me to believe I was neither a SPAM lover nor SPAM eater. I clearly remember it existing. I remember cans of it being in the cupboard, but I just can not recall the taste. Maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, today the mere thought of eating it makes me want to "refund" the last food product that I consumed.
Even today, SPAM is da’BOM grub in Hawaii. When I was there two weeks ago, SPAM was featured in 7-11 dim-sum commercial. Yes, you heard me. I said ‘7-11’, ‘SPAM’ and ‘dim-sum’ all in one sentence. They tell me, there are SPAM dishes at the McDonald’s in Hawaii. Apparently, SPAM is very popular there. It’s probably the only reason Hormel still makes this stuff.
Back in the 70’s who would have thought they would even utter these words, "My email is infected with SPAM!" It’s funny how a sentence that could not have possibly have made any sense 25-30 years ago is something I utter daily as I log in to my computer at work. And everybody knows exactly what I mean. All of my co-workers get it, but not to the extent that I get it. Some of the crap that gets caught in my SPAM filter (another term that would not have made sense 30 years ago) is pretty graphic. I prefer not to dirty up my early blog entries with the lurid details of my (non-edible) SPAM. So, use your imagination. Put on your dirty, filthy, pervert hat folks!!
I do wonder, why I am the one getting so much (non-edible) SPAM and not my co-workers. I’m not putting my email address out there and registering for different sites. I create a fake email account for that. I now understand, those chain emails that friends, acquaintances and co-workers innocently forward to me, may be the culprit. I never even respond to them, so how is my email address out there? Well, just the fact that someone sent me all of these lovely emails telling me that God will bless me if, and ONLY if, I forward this on to everyone in my address book within three minutes. And if I don’t, I will DIE and go to hell!!! Hhhhaaahaaaa! Who would’a thunk it? My email is the reason I am going to hell. Nothing else, just due to email.
The fact that my email address casually travels along the cyber highway , it will eventually end up in the hands of some cyber dork that collects all of these emails addresses passed on by the dolts of the world (um.. that's you and I) and compile them on a list to sell to these sleezebag companies that are willing to force their crap on me—whether I want or need their crap or not. They don’t care if I want their crap or not. Even if I am dead and my email doesn’t bounce back, they will continue to push their wares on me. EVEN IF I AM DEAD! Ya hear me??? Dead! If I contact them and tell them to STOP, all I’ve done is verify, yes, I am alive and well, and I’d like them to please continue sending me shit. I can’t win. God help me! Ha! Maybe I SHOULD have forwarded that chain email???
I get tons of (non-edible) SPAM every day in my work email. I even get it in my personal email now. I now have direct access to get all the Ambien, Paxil, Vallium, Ciallis, Viagra, blind dates and home loans my heart desires as well as find Hot Asian Babes taking it in the &%$ by big Black &%$s, breast enlargement, (Lord knows I need that), a bigger penis (now, if I need breast enhancement, do I really need this??) and…and…and…and printer ink. This means, I can sleep, relax, be happy, maintain and appreciate a hard on while touching my big titties in my newly refinanced home, all while printing pretty color pictures from the internet without ever having to speak to another human being and no one would be the wiser. What a loser one can be these days.
All that I ask, if you email me a joke, please bcc me. I don’t want my email address out there. I don’t like either type of SPAM.
Posted by Random me ::
8:37 AM ::
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