I'm Back!

So much to talk about, and it's getting late!

First, my fingers are a lot better, thanks, Aquaphor, and thanks, Dr. Lutts, for the suggestion. This greasy stuff rocks.

Friday, Nick, Sara and I started at Rafferty's with lots of beer and Washington Apples. Bev, your Washington Apples rock. Got home and Paul was waiting for us. Then Candice, Jim, Mike and Rick showed up. Apparently, I couldn't comprehend we were playing Texas Hold'um. "Hey Rochelle, do you have any eights?" "No, go fish."

Saturday, Sara and Nick think it's a good idea for Mexican and Margharita's. Yum, good idea. Of course, Candice and Jim don't like Mexican: I hope I didn't alienate you guys, but Margaharita's sounded like a GREAT idea.

$115.00 plus tip later, we (I) go buy another $60.00 in beer.

Hey, just got my tax money back; let's blow it on alcohol for everybody. (The best news is, Doug & Dorothy go out with two other couples Friday and their tab was $900.00; so, I didn't feel so pathetic anymore.) Of course, Doug makes a hell of a lot more money than me. Didn't matter, I just got my tax refund!

Got to Doug and Dorothy's and put the beer in the "maxi fridge." Yup outside.

I kind of got lost...Remember playing a couple games of pool and Dad showed up. Made Doug finish my game because I wanted a cig so bad. Went to the gay bar for Madonna night, and don't remember much else. Dorothy (bless her heart) drove Paul (that's Uncle Paul to you) and me back to their place. But apparently, Uncle Paul wanted more Pinch at the bar. This is what I don't remember. Did I just sleep until you guys got back? Who in the Hell got me downstairs? I don't remember. I do remember drinking more beer with Mike and giving him foot massages! That's kind of icky. He is my son's best friend and my daughter's second boyfriend.

Shit, what a fucked up night.

Sunday morning (afternoon, whatever) Tyler talks about dancing with the "two lesbo's" and they wanted to know who all the people he was with are. Ty-Man says, "They're my family and they rock." It turns out the lesbo's wanted, "Uncle Paul and Dorothy." Sorry I missed that.

Stayed in bed most of yesterday, just tying to read and sleep.

I thought all day today I would just come home and sleep more. But, something made me go to O'Chuck's to see Roxy. I walk in and she is in tears talking to Rick (the other Rick).

Seems she got her second "Red Card" and could be fired! I don't think it will come to that. There has to be some loophole. She brings in so much business to that place. That's the only reason people go there, to hang out with Roxy.

You go girl. Even if you do get fired, somebody can't wait to hire you. You are the best!

I love you, and wherever you end up, I'll find a way to get there. Keep Humphrey comfortable.

Slumber Party Has Begun!

OK, so the slumber party has b=bebun! See, is it beer or wounded fingers? What the fuck makes one type like this? Let the games begin.

Fat Lady At Walmart

Waiting in line for 20 minutes. A long-ass wait for prescriptions...turned out to be 40 minutes. But the nasty-ass bitch in front of me, must have weighed 240 lbs. That nasty-ass! Long fuckin' pony-tail. Greasy bitch. For real, she was scary. She started complaining. And complaining. Going on and on about how: "There is supposed to be two fucking inhalers in this bag! Two! How many times do I have to tell you?!"

She tells the man behind her, "You better check your fuckin' order!" But the best part: the only other two items she was buying: Summer's Eve (4 pack) and K-Y Jelly!! Ahh! nasty! How can you even begin to draw attention to yourself when you are that nasty and scary! K-Y?!! how'd she ever get laid? Let's change that subject. EW....

Ben Gay And Cats

Don't try this at home, kids. I thought I had a problem with Butthead trying to get high off the fumes; licking, purring...But, fuck, Ches is all over me. Way worse than Butthead.

The moral of the story. Don't do it, especially if the stupid cat is in heat! She is sticking her claws in my back, my head, my arms and any other body part she can find.

DON'T TRY IT!

I Lurv You Angie And Ian

No, not my sister-in-law and nephew, although I love you guys, too. I'm talking about the new season of Survivor. You have the all-American, geeky, glasses-ridden guy, Ian. And then, there's Angie--tattoo ridden, Tommy Lee looking, crazy chick.

Unfortunately, they're on opposite tribes. I hope these two make it to the end and join together. I think this will be a great season! Survivor lost a lot of lustre after Rupert. He was such a great character, and it has taken a few seasons to forget him.

Cheers, Angie and Ian. And, cheers Jeff Probst. Let's get it good again!

Slumber Party This Weekend

Can't wait! Ty-Man (Git-R-Dun) is coming from Columbus for our little family get together.

We're having a triathalon--darts, pool & foos ball. If you can't do one of the skills, then it defaults to beer-drinking. Woo-hoo...Git-R-Dun!

Oh, yeah, we're also going to the gay bar for Madonna night. Gonna get some waffle cones to tape to my boobs.

Bev, Judy & Ivanka

Went to the doctor tonight. She said my blood pressure was a little high. Can't remember the numbers, and even if I could, they mean nothing to me. Ya know, the minute I step inside a doctor's office, my heart starts pounding. To top it off, they took way longer than usual. So I pulled out my trusty pocket PC, and believe it or not, they have wi-fi! I just sat there and cruised the Internet and checked my email. Pretty fuckin' cool. Please don't tell them there's an open connection somewhere.

The doc comes in and immediately says, "I'm sorry to hear you lost your mother. Your blood pressure is higher than I like, so I'm going to double your Zoloft." I jump in, "Wait I'm not on Zoloft anymore, don't make me go back on that"! She says, "Sorry, I just saw Zoloft on your chart and it stuck in my mind. But, I'm going to double your dose on Lexapro for a few months to get you through this rough time. And, do you need another prescription of Xanax?"

Hell, yes! Ding, ding, ding...I just scored!

Seriously, my mood swings are so unpredictable. One moment, I'm happy, or at least functional, and the next moment, I break out crying and screaming, "I miss you mommy."

Left with my three prescriptions and info on how to heal my cracking fingers and cruised over to Rafferty's. I think I actually got more talk time in than Judy. Imagine that? "Drunk Stupid Man" was there and I made sure I never made eye contact with him.

On my way home, listening to my beloved iPod, I heard Ivanka by Imperial Teen. Let's go back a couple years or so ago. I had to take my beautiful kitty Blackie to the emergency clinic because his leg was broken. I knew in my heart he would be put to sleep. I arrive at the clinic and they said he could survive on three legs, but they wanted to run tests first. Turns out, he had feline HIV and there was no use to keep him alive.

On the way to the ER, I heard my favorite song at the moment Ivanka. I knew that I could never listen to that song again. I've always skipped past it (and wonder why it is still on my "Current Faves" list) but tonight, I listened to it!

Shit, my life has turned around that Blackie is now no longer the most depressing thing in my life. Rock on Imperial Teen. Yup, Ivanka a killer tune!

Thanks, Bev for putting up with me a couple times a week. Love ya! Oh, yeah, HI FIVE!

Let It Ride

On a positive note, we added the Let It Ride Gambling Instruction tonight!

Thanks Will, great job!

Heritage Elementary

Actually went to juggling tonight, only because Merry came down from Xenia. Yeah, it was ok, I'm just not into juggling anymore. I'd rather spend my time writing. Just like Arn and Nancy like to spend their time in the woodworking shop.

Times have changed, as we discussed at dinner tonight. Rachel is moving away, and the rest of us just don't care about juggling that much anymore. I haven't told Dave this yet, but I DO NOT want anymore gigs. That's part of my past life. I'm moving on now.

Merry, it was great seeing you tonight! Wish I could have passed a little more with you, but, as mentioned earlier, I DON'T CARE ABOUT JUGGLING ANYMORE! Sure, I'll still go to fests, mostly to hang out and socialize. Come on guys, when was the last time I actually took props with me?

On another note, I told several of you about this tonight. Of course, I never speak of work here on my blog...don't want to suffer the potential consequences, but Ms. Weather Worrier, QUIT FUCKING WITH ME! You have done it to me twice when I think you're being serious, and you're only kidding. But, you have picked the two worst days ever. Give me at least six months or so to get my head together. My wounds are still extremely fresh. I have mostly good days, but you always seem to find my bad days. So, in the mean time FUCK OFF! Give me some breathing space, already!

Poor Schmoo

Had to take care of my daughter tonight. She had her wisdom teeth pulled today. Poor little girl. I love you and hope you get some sleep.

Two Months Ago Tonight

Mom, it hasn't gotten any easier. I have good days and bad days. Today, was really hard. I miss you so much! I hope you're doing well. I love you with all my heart.

Family Of Four Partaking Of The Last Supper

Rachel reminded me of the Henna tattoo that turned into a serious allergic reaction in Montreal. (Shit we have traveled to a lot of places over the past five years.) Had a scar on my arm, in the shape of a sun, for a year! Look here; this is when we were happy and didn't realize I would be scarred for a very long time. By the way, the cute one on the left is Rachel; the old, fat-armed one on the right is me.

Anyway, got my new tires tonight and got suckered into another $48 for "Roadside Assistance." At least my son, Nick, says it's a good program and a smart thing to do. I felt bad when I called them earlier and found out the price Chet quoted me was $40 less than what it should be. I hope poor Chet doesn't get fired. That's why I was so agreeable to an add-on. Let them get some money back and please don't fire Chet. He gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling. And, leaving "Tire Discounters" tonight, the manager also gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling! Yup, you have a new customer for life! How can you go wrong with a sense-of-humor company that has on their billboards, "I can see clearly now my brain is gone."

Oh, another thing, Rachel, on the way to the tire store I glanced at my odometer. It read 56,666 miles. Immediately I thought of you.

Ended up hanging out with Nick tonight at Rafferty's (in the bar). It was getting time to leave and I look over to my right at the family of four chowing down on nacho's. Their buzzer went off and the kids started freaking out...should we take our plates, should we take our silverware; should we do this or that? Finally dad convinces them to go to the table while he pays the check at the bar. The kids and wife start grabbing for the last little bits of chips and stuff. They leave and I swear, dad grabs his fork and starts stuffing the rest of the shit in his face.

I'm cracking up and trying to get Nick (on his phone) to watch this ritual. He completely ignores me. Then, I look at Bev; we both have these crazy looks in our eyes, and we just burst out with screaming laughs.

I think they just got their income tax refund!

Can't Do It

Too tired to wirte DVD reviews, again. My poor site hasn't had any original content in two weeks. Just too tired!

My brother said last night he kind of likes working the second shift. I thought about it for a moment and decided it would be good for me too.

I don't like sleeping at night. My best sleep comes when the sun is up. But, for it to work for me, I'd have to show up at 2:00 p.m. and be off, by at least, 5:00 p.m!

Dream on Rochelle.

Rachel

Just received an email from Rachel and she is moving to Orlando! Sorry you lost your job, but do you really have to move so far away?

Rachel, sorry I haven't seen you for so long. I'll always remember the moments we've spent together--Munich, Paris, London, Reno, Madison, Reading, Cleveland (remember flying me home because my mom was so sick?) Champaign (another flight). I can't even remember the other moments.

But, one of the highlights of my life was in Reno when we rented the Cessna and you flew Rick, Cindy and me to Tahoe for lunch. How fucking cool was that? Sitting on the edge of the water, in the sun and having a kick-ass lunch. I called Candice at Donato's and when she answered the phone, "Is this for pick up or delivery?" I answered "Delivery, to Lake Tahoe."

I miss you girl! I hope everything goes well for you, and I'm glad you have Kyle. Only met him once, but he seems to be a much more caring guy than Graham Cracker!

Love you, and there will always be a spot in my heart for you!

Daughter of Donald Trump & Prymaat Conehead

Had to laugh at my hair this morning. Too late to do anything about it, though, other than laugh.

Get my new shoes tomorrow for my baby! Kind of stoked about these new Toyo tires that will kick ass.

Received some comments last night about being able to get four new tires for $200 or less. You guys (Arn) don't understand about my specific needs! Not much to choose from, and the ones they can get, are all high-performance shit.

So what? I have to lay out a lot of cash tomorrow for these puppies and I don't particularly give a fuck.

OK, got to write something for my neglected site now. But, check out the Baccarat tutorial Will wrote...funnier than shit. Damn, he's a talented guy.

Heard A Pop And Then The Steering Wheel Started Shaking

Was going to stop at Taco Bell on my way home and get a seven layer burrito. Then I realized there was a REAL (as close to real as you can get in these parts since I don't live in Santa Fe or Albuquerque or San Diego or Phoenix or um, maybe, Mexico) Mexican restaurant that can produce FOOD very quickly! I forgot to get peanut butter last night and didn't know what to do for FOOD. No peanut butter means no DINNER.

Pull into El Rancho Grande, go inside and ask how long for Chicken Chimmies to go. The response, "3-4 minutes." That's what I'm talkin' about. Who needs freakin' Taco Bell when you can get two chimmies, cheesy rice, chips, salsa & guacamole! Enough for lunch tomorrow; don't have to eat soup, Raman Noodles or tuna salad.

My brother gave me another section to add to the gambling site on How to Play Caribbean Stud Poker. I'm very pleased with the way the site is coming along. Almost looks like a professional did it or something. My Indie site has suffered recently because all my time is being spent on the gaming site. I'm really going to try and write a review tonight! Just gotta see how much longer I can hold out before needing to snooze.

This morning on my way to work, I heard a pop from the front of my car while turning right. Heard it, but didn't really pay too much attention. About ten minutes later while speeding down the busy highway, my steering wheel started shaking--I mean crazy shaking.

I pulled to the shoulder and smelled smoke. Didn't know what was going on. I was afraid to get out of my car because all the cars and trucks were whizzing by at 70-80 miles an hour. Called my boss and told him something was wrong with my car. I think he thought I was bullshitting and just calling from home until I told him I was sitting on the side of the highway scared to death to get out and see if it could be just a tire.

Called Dad and said something like, "Dad, my car's messed up and I'm afraid to get out and I can't find the hazard lights and I'm freezing can you help?" Super Dad to the rescue...Dum, dum, dum, dum...do you hear the super-hero music playing?

We pull all the shit out of my trunk; juggling shit, scuba shit, fishing shit and FINALLY find the spare and jack. He cranks up my car with this stupid little jack and then; dum, dum, dum, dum; it starts rolling backwards. Must have been absent the day in driver's ed when they told you to put the e-brake on while changing a tire.

Jumped in the car and pulled the brake. Now, the jack is half sideways and he has to crank it back down. The jack pops out and snaps in two.

Anyway, he finally got the little stupid spare on. Yup, it's gonna cost me $500 for four new tires.

So Sick Of Climbing Under The Desk

Cleo (that dumb dog), stop it! Just had to dig my right speaker up so I could listen to the TV while watching it on my computer. Earlier, Arn called, and the damn light wouldn't come on. Ever climb under the desk with a phone in your ear trying to find the light plug in the dark? Then Beavis wanted out, but wouldn't go until I shoved him on the butt and forced him. Then, I got off the phone and had to take the trash out. Now, Butthead wants out.

Must be a full moon tonight. All the stupid-heads are out driving, making u-turns in one of the busiest intersections in Cincinnati, rushing in front of me to get in the left-hand lane and then turning right, pulling up to park at the Shell station to get cigs and cutting me off and staring at me like I'm the culprit.

Nope, only a half moon.

Had Dinner With My Lovely Daughter Tonight

Well not really. Of course my daughter is the most lovely creature I've ever laid eyes on, but we didn't have dinner. Nope, we had $35.00 worth of cocktails (including a tip to my favorite bar bitch). Just choked down another peanut butter sandwich. Gotta remember to get more peanut butter tomorrow.

Got home with all kinds of ideas to write about after taking the long way home to avoid the law. Tried so hard at that one intersection to trigger the light, pull up, back up, pull up, back up...had to wait for another car to come up along side of me wanting to turn left to get the stupid light to turn green.

One of my favorite things during the course of a day is to leave work, have a few, drive home listening to my iPod (set on "My Current Faves") and listen to the amazing music I have collected over the years. Tonight, I heard "Dornia" by Dada, "Not if you were the Last Junkie on Earth" by Dandy Warhols and "Nirvana" by Juliana Hatfield.

So ready to write...but, stupid Cleo (that dog) had unplugged my lamp, the router and the Internet router.

At least I remembered this much. Happy Valentine's Day...Dad, Candice, Jim, Nick, Sarah, Roxy, Rick, Bev...

Oh, yeah my buddy Dave called for the first time in several months. Dave, I hope your date went well, and remember the pointers I told you. Don't rush into anything yet! Happy Valentine's Day, Dave...I hope you find happiness (just not this early).

Worked On A Sunday

Spent all day (about eight hours) on the gambling site. So, it has officially launched. Not much content on there yet, but you just wait.

Time to watch Arrested Development and Desperate Housewives now.

Tommyland

Finished the book this morning and must admit, I enjoyed it. I've never been a fan of Motley Crue; couldn't even tell you one song they've ever done. I'm an Indie rocker.

At the end of the book, Tommy names some bands that blow him away. And, I'm impressed by the list. Never thought a guy like him would ever stray from the head banger variety. A small sample: Sigur Ros, Snowpatrol, Portis Head. Very impressive!

Perhaps, I'll stray a bit and listen to some of your stuff just to see if it's as repulsive as I've always assumed it would be.

I Want My O'Chuck's Back, Damnit

Went in tonight and the fucking TV was so loud. Some stupid basketball game that had absolutely nothing to do with Cincinnati, or within a 200 mile radius. Why did it have to be that freakin' loud?

Finally, the dumb game was over and some ass-hole customer wanted to watch NASCAR. Come on, who wants to watch cars only turning left?

I Want My WebmasterWorld Back

What in the fuck is going on over there? Noticed a long time ago all the mods were resigning. Nothing but noise. Thank god that threadwatch, "Less, Noise, More Signal" came on the scene.

Tonight, one of the old mods, Mivox, started bitching. Damn, she's right. That place has turned into a Nazi camp. Everything is premoderated...it will be interesting to see if my post lasts more than 2-3 hours.

Thanks, Nick_W, for bringing back the good old days! Cheers, mate!

Nothing To Say

Watching The OC waiting for the big moment. Need to write something--have nothing to say--need to start another site--can't get into it. Now what?

Yassir Hasn't Seen Ron, Either

So, Yassir shows up tonight and asks me if Ron was here. I haven't seen Ron in 3-4 weeks. We're supposed to start a new enterprise and the bastard hasn't shown up lately. WHERE ARE YOU RON?

Hung out with Candice and Jim again. Not a lot to say.

Paul taped ABC Nightly News for me tonight because my favorite blogger-dooce.com was featured tonight for bloggers getting fired over blogging. Apparently, Mark Jen from Google was recently fired after what two to three weeks of employment for blogging about Google?

Come on guys, give us a break. At least I don't write about work or my co-workers and only do it my own time late at night (unless I back-date the times). Ha ha.

Congrats Dave & Celita

Heard tonight you guys finally dropped those twins. About damn time!

Cheers to the new babies.

Feeling Pretty Good Today

Last night I went straight home. That doesn't happen often.

Geez, I was so tired. Fell asleep about 9:30 p.m. in the middle of 24. That show is very intoxicating (as if I need that these days) this season. At 10:00 p.m. my phone rings. It was Candice. I look at my alarm clock and it says 10:00. Now mind you, I couldn't tell if was a.m. or p.m. Of course, my mind is freaking out about if I'm late again (second day in a row).

I yell into the phone, "What time is it?" Candice says, "10:00." I scream back, "Night or day?" And then I glance at the TV and see 24 is still on! Holy shit! Thought I was getting to work again late!

As if, I could survive on 30 minutes of sleep. Of course, Christmas Eve, I thought I could go to work on 10 minutes of sleep!

Massive Super Bowl Head Injury

Today was one of the longest days ever. One of the worst hang overs of my life.

Went to Doug & Dorothy's for their big Super Bowl party. It started off innocently enough. Became the pool champ after Nick & Sarah both scratched on the eight ball. Nick is notorious for this. Last year in Gatlinburg, he scratched six games in a row. You can always count on Nick beating himself at the end of the game.

Our halftime entertainment had nothing to do with Paul McCartney; nope we watched Pay Per View Girls Gone Wild. Now I'm not a prude or anything, but this was quite disturbing with titties bouncing all over the place. Perhaps it was because I was watching it with my dad, brothers and son, plus 15 or so drunken attorneys. Most of the women went running upstairs...wooses!

Kind of lost track of the game as the alcohol was hitting my brain. Nick & Sarah won $50 for the correct ending score. Good for them!

Game over. Thought we would be going home. Stumble upstairs and everybody is gone except Doug, Dorothy, Dad, Paul, Mary, Nick & Sara. For some reason we pounded down about another six bottles of wine. Remind me to never do this again, especially after drinking all that beer.

Finally got home around 3:30 a.m. Wasn't easy getting up to go to work and I suffered all day.

Going to bed now.

A Shout Out To The Dave's In My Life

Dave W. - Sorry you couldn't work it out with Lisa.

Dave G. - Hope those twins come soon. Your poor wife must be suffering so much.

I love you guys. Better days are coming soon.

Income Taxes

SUCK!

Spent $50 on software tonight to only find out you can file for free at the IRS site.

The problem is I inputted most of the info and can't retrieve my saved settings! Help me George W. Help me dude to pay my taxes.

Poor Chez

Time we get you fixed?

Poor little kitty! She hasn't slept for days. She won't stop screaming. She wants a dude. Beavis & Butthead, I know you have been fixed, but can't you do something for the little critter?

Thank god I have a fan to get rid of the noise.

What A Fucking Retard I Am

So, I wanted to add a new section to my site, Indie Culture and thought it was so easy. These stupid FrontPage templates make it hard. I tried to login to my server to "buy" the FrontPage extensions (after I had hosed the whole fuckin' site to add "Books"). Hey, I'm just trying to be cultural, and, I've read a few good books over the past week or two. But, couldn't add the extensions Yup, I'm a web developer by day and just trying to make a buck on my own.

But, don't let this out...I can't code by hand. I'm a freakin' retard!

But, it only took two uploads to make it work. I'm so embarrassed. I can't do anything without help.

Poor Chez. Apparently she's not pregnant since she is screaming in my ear!

Gonna Work Now

I'm feeling somewhat better...my stomach still sounds like a percolator brewing coffee, but I need to do some serious work!

Want to write a couple of book reviews on my Indie site. Hehe, never even had books listed as an option, but why the hell not? Read a couple of good ones over the last few days.

And, on top of that, my brother actually sent me copy for our gambling site. Too much to do and not enough beer, but I will try.

But, that also means I've got to move Racing Legend Johnny Jackson-Stone somewhere else. Time to put the thinking cap on.

Tommy Lee

Didn't go to work today. Good thing because I am feeling so much better tonight.

Stayed in bed most of the day and am reading Tommyland. Not sure why I even bought this book. Must have been one of those Amazon selections that pop up everytime I log in. I'm not disappointed at all...quite an interesting book. Even though I have no use for Motley Crue.

Interesting DMOZ Stuff Going On

Caught this on ThreadWatch earlier. A nice (but, very long, if you follow all the links) read. Doug (not my brother, Doug) you are such an ass! Ya know, I check your "silly" forum every couple of days just to see which soap box you are on. You are just the purest idiot I have ever come across!

By the way, in this instance "silly" means asinine.

I Feel Like Shit!

My stomach hasn't gotten any better. I still feel horrible. Will I work tomorrow? Don't know. Depends on whether the Pepto and Immodium do their jobs.

Welcome Back Roxy (And Rick)

As I mentioned last night, five out of my ten fingers are split open from the Ohio cold weather. Blew off juggling again. Plus, I've felt like the flu was coming on all day! You don't wan't the details, do you? Started about 3:00 a.m. this morning. Constant running back and forth to the bathroom, making really obnoxious noises...Well, you get the picture.

I digress. I heard last night Roxy was coming back to work. Didn't care how bad I felt, I needed to be there. Plus, I really misseed Rick (her "boyfriend"). I've been carrying around two CDs I made for him since the night of the accident. I'm really sick of listening to these CDs and couldn't wait to go back to my iPod on random (shuffle play).

Back to the story. I showed up and felt the O'Chuck's love all around. Her hand is still messed up, but it was so great bullshitting with Roxy and Rick again. I've missed them so much. Rick just sits there and listens to my mouth spouting crap all night. That poor guy, having to put up with me for a couple of hours every week or so.

I really missed you guys (BIOTCH YOU RULE!) and I'm so happy to see you again. Love ya!

One more thing, Dave G. your back rubs are awesome! Oh, yeah, Rick said he'd give up "Date Night" so Rox and I can make up our night out. Beware, one of these nights Roxy and I will be terrorizing your neighborhood; how much trouble do you think we can cause?

Oops, another thing. This is one of those things I would have called or emailed my mother about IF SHE WAS STILL ALIVE! My former employers, a CPA Firm, split up. I had to hear about it from South Carolina, not from my boss who is one of their clients! Really surprised it took this long.