Randomness

So, I have had several different blog posts floating around in my head for the past two weeks, and since none of them have made it to the screen yet, you can see how on top of things I am right now.  And considering that my focus word for 2014 is "discipline", that does not bode well for the new year.  Which, let's be honest, any of you who read my last post are thinking, "Why would this surprise us?", since I melted down over dinner hijinks the second day of the year.  Sigh.

However, I got an e-mail that I thought might be a sign I should post something tonight, since it was a notification that someone had left a comment on the Girlfriends and Gummy Bears post.  And I was really excited about this because no one comments on my posts.  Ever.  I have been told, by those who love me, that this is because it is impossible to do so and takes forever and you have to keep typing in the secret word to be sure you're not a robot or automated techno-thingy that sends random e-mails or whatever out at intervals.  I know, my technological knowledge is astounding.  I don't understand how any of this works, really.  And I really don't understand why a robot would want to read this anyway - I hear they have minimal comedic appreciation.

I digress.  So, I opened up the e-mail to see what "anonymous" thought of vintage River Chick humor, and this is what I read:

 Another note is the fact that ports won't admit non-operable vehicle for roll-on 
roll-off transport service. If people are within the car along,
they will feel the tension inside air and you'll all wish you shipped the 
automobile instead. It's critical that when somebody realized the requirement 
to send his car, she must start gaining car shipping quotes as soon as he is able 
to.

It then had a link to a corvette site.  Now, we have established that I am no cyber-genius, but even I know that is not a genuine comment - it doesn't even mention gummy bears....or girlfriends.  And is probably an automated message (someone might want to tell Blogger that while the humans can't figure out how to comment, the machines are doing just fine getting past the squiggly secret word).  Or possibly has something to do with hacking - which I am paranoid about right now because someone in India and another someone in Buenos Aires keep trying to use my e-mail account.  And my Twitter account got hacked and is sending out "amazing business opportunity" links to people on my list (if you are one of those, I apologize.  Don't open it).  The joke is on the hacker, though.  I mean, really....I don't understand Twitter, either, so haven't been on there in 6-7 months.  Plus, if you know me at all, you would never for one second believe that I know anything about business, either, much less try to guide another person in an opportunity in that realm.  So, ha!

To continue my rage against the machines....I keep getting strange pop-ups.  Like the one I just saw, boldly and in all caps proclaiming the must-see Spanish video - tag line stating that if you don't know Spanish, you have got to watch this video!  What?  Why?  If it's in Spanish, how is someone who doesn't know the language supposed to get any of the amazingness out of it?  Aye de mi......

I warned you....random.  In my defense, I am very tired.  And a little anxious.  Gregg flew out for his National Sales Meeting today, and we all know how well things go for me when he leaves town.  I am approaching this week with a fair dose of trepidation.

On the up side, there should be plenty of fodder for my next (better written and much more interesting) post.

Solidarity, sisters.  A little random never hurt anyone.