A few days ago, on my blog, I said something like, it could be worse....Well, turns out for once I was right. I cannot imagine what I did with my American Express Card. Now, where in the world would I even have used the dang thing in the past week or month? It is not like it can be used in a hospital vending machine to discover that whatever item to be purchased was sold out weeks ago. No, that takes cash that will not be returned regardless of whether the refund button is pushed, shoved, cursed or otherwise attacked. That brings me back to what could I have done with the dang thing? Focus....I need ice cream.
Maybe it (the American Express Card) is hiding out with my pajama top that I haven't found yet or with two pieces of jewelry that I know has to be here somewhere. A ring and a pendant that would not have been worn together. The ring was gold with mystic topaz that my partner had made for me years ago and I love it so I know I didn't give it away or anything like that. The pendant is a big silver sun burst with a red coral center and is on an omega chain came from Matzatlan, Mexico. We were in Matzatlan because we couldn't get a room in our time share in Cabo San Lucas. On that trip we bought yet another time share that we have yet to stay in. I forget how many time share properties we have now but regardless, we have not stayed in any of them. I know we have a "home" propery in Las Vegas. We get bills for it all the time. Our daughter tells us it's lovely. We did stay two nights in one time share in San Franscisco before getting a call about an emergancy that required our returning home 5 days early. I wonder if my jewelry is in San Francisco. I doubt it. The ring, like I said is gold and the pendant is silver. I usually decide if it is going to be a "gold" or a "silver" trip before I pack and don't mix the two in order to keep it simple. Simplicity is critical for me to keep organized. But, apparently it's not working out so well lately because I keep wondering what I might have done with, most recently, my American Express Card, for example.
I have tried back-tracking. Today for example is when I discovered it missing. First stop, therapist. Paid with Mastercard. Second stop, psychiatrist. Paid with check after discovering that my American Express Card was missing. So, what did I do the day before? Didn't leave the house. The day before that? Brought partner home from hospital....vending machine episode. The days before that..ICU, ER, and back and back and back and I have do danged idea what I might have done with the dang thing. I give up, I am going to bed. Good grief, did I ever take the ice cream out of the microwave?
Tomorrow, massage and hair day. Reminder to self. Self, take your Master Card because you still haven't figured out what you did with the American Express Card. It is so tiring being me.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Fractions Can Kill
Time drags when you're not having fun. Last week was a month ago maybe longer. My partner, who had been very helpful on particular morning last week, left for an appointment actually while I was writing my last blog entry. So, still in my pajamas, I was sitting in the breakfast room typing away as he departed. Half an hour later, the phone rang and the person on the other end of the phone told me that something seemed very wrong with my partner's behavior and that I needed to either pick him up immediately or an ambulance needed to be dispatched. I have had similar calls from high school principals when the kids were younger but this was the first one in thirty years that I had received about my partner and the tone of voice sounded really different than the principals' had.
I tore through the house grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt...stopped to brush my teeth...then flew out of the door and jumped in my terrorist mobile and headed to the location where my partner was, without exceeding the posted speed limits, because I AM still on probation you know. O.K., maybe I broke the terms of my probation and sped a little, but, I didn't get caught. (snicker, smirk). I arrived at the destination 12 minutes later. Interestingly, I have yet to find my pajama top since that morning. Oh well. Surely it will turn up.
It was pretty obvious that my partner was in the throws of having a stroke. Fortunately, there was a hospital across the street from where he was so we drove across the street and were in the ER very quickly. The ER had been alerted and people were swarming us when we walked in. Yes, he could walk without impairment but speech was very delayed. Those folks had my partner rolling down the hall and into the Cat Scan room probably less than 10 minutes later and had him back in the ER before I could run to the restroom. Approximately 14,000 questions later, and within the critical three hour window of response time, it was determined that he was a candidate for the super-duper mighty- mega clot buster drug that is thought to help stop the damage a brain that is partially dying can reek upon a person.
The administration of such a medication must done by someone who possesses at least the skills required to balance their own check book. It involves arithmetic. Knowing how to calculate 10% of a number is beneficial. It took three people to check and recheck that 10% of 90mg still equals 9mg. That was important because 10% of the drug was to be administered in the first 59 seconds so calibrating the rate of the drip into the IV to achieve the precision was more challenging. In the meantime the clock was going tick, tick, tick. That was just step one. Step two brought on a huddle by the same team who after the triple checking deduced the remainder of the dose was in fact 91% of the 90mg dosage. That remaining portion was to begin immediately following the 10% and was to be administered exactly within the next 59 minutes. I was extremely helpful in calculating the percentages. I had lots of practice figuring out "how much tip" and what 33% off of regular price plus 18% interest on the credit card was at the local department store, for example. I had no clue as to how to divide all of that up into incremental drips on an IV however. So, when your kid asks you why he or she needs to know fractions you can tell the little creep that it is fractions that seem to help keep people alive and motivated, other than that, probably no reason unless of course they want to double or half a recipe.
ICU was another place where numbers, whole and fractal, and seconds are important. ICU was a great microcasmic demonstration of chaos theory. It was amazing how a very calm recorded voice suggesting the "Critical Response Team to Room 303, please" threw an entire unit into a frenzy that resembled 4:00 AM on Black Friday at WalMart when the advertisement said that 2 black and white 15" televisions would be sold for just $39.99 (no rain checks). There was the occasional overheard protest of someone saying, "I'm not going until she says 'please'" and another saying "She DID say 'please'" and the first person saying something like, "O.K. then, if you say so but I didn't hear her and that's the second time today and I'm getting tired of her attitude".
Being at a hospital is counter productive to most people, but that is so magnified for a stroke survivor when every thing about a hospital is conducive to promoting a stroke or heart attack for the survivor and any of his or her family and visitors. I think they may intentionally promote stroke and heart attack to ensure job security. Maybe not. But calling someone at home from ICU at 12:30 AM to inform that their loved one as been moved to another room supports my suspicion.
The really great news is, my partner is now home and doing very well. It appears he is well on his way to making a full recovery. He has had good company, good food, lots of phone calls and emails (all sent to me) to inquire about his status and is seemingly close to being back to being his old self (no pun intended). I on the other hand, am very busy fielding phone calls, answering emails, cooking healthy food, greeting guests, emptying garbage cans, catching up on back laundry and getting personalized calls with helpful suggestions like, "Don't forget to take care of yourself". Right. I will. In fact, I am going to take the first 59 seconds of the upcoming hour to to take care of 10% of myself and then use the next 59 minutes taking care of 90% of everything else that I can squeeze into the hour. Thank goodness there are only 24 hours in a day and a HUGE thank goodness that I still have someone I can take care of whether he likes it or not! I think I can eat a donut in 59 seconds while I figure out something healthy to fix for supper. "Chow"...or something like that.
I tore through the house grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt...stopped to brush my teeth...then flew out of the door and jumped in my terrorist mobile and headed to the location where my partner was, without exceeding the posted speed limits, because I AM still on probation you know. O.K., maybe I broke the terms of my probation and sped a little, but, I didn't get caught. (snicker, smirk). I arrived at the destination 12 minutes later. Interestingly, I have yet to find my pajama top since that morning. Oh well. Surely it will turn up.
It was pretty obvious that my partner was in the throws of having a stroke. Fortunately, there was a hospital across the street from where he was so we drove across the street and were in the ER very quickly. The ER had been alerted and people were swarming us when we walked in. Yes, he could walk without impairment but speech was very delayed. Those folks had my partner rolling down the hall and into the Cat Scan room probably less than 10 minutes later and had him back in the ER before I could run to the restroom. Approximately 14,000 questions later, and within the critical three hour window of response time, it was determined that he was a candidate for the super-duper mighty- mega clot buster drug that is thought to help stop the damage a brain that is partially dying can reek upon a person.
The administration of such a medication must done by someone who possesses at least the skills required to balance their own check book. It involves arithmetic. Knowing how to calculate 10% of a number is beneficial. It took three people to check and recheck that 10% of 90mg still equals 9mg. That was important because 10% of the drug was to be administered in the first 59 seconds so calibrating the rate of the drip into the IV to achieve the precision was more challenging. In the meantime the clock was going tick, tick, tick. That was just step one. Step two brought on a huddle by the same team who after the triple checking deduced the remainder of the dose was in fact 91% of the 90mg dosage. That remaining portion was to begin immediately following the 10% and was to be administered exactly within the next 59 minutes. I was extremely helpful in calculating the percentages. I had lots of practice figuring out "how much tip" and what 33% off of regular price plus 18% interest on the credit card was at the local department store, for example. I had no clue as to how to divide all of that up into incremental drips on an IV however. So, when your kid asks you why he or she needs to know fractions you can tell the little creep that it is fractions that seem to help keep people alive and motivated, other than that, probably no reason unless of course they want to double or half a recipe.
ICU was another place where numbers, whole and fractal, and seconds are important. ICU was a great microcasmic demonstration of chaos theory. It was amazing how a very calm recorded voice suggesting the "Critical Response Team to Room 303, please" threw an entire unit into a frenzy that resembled 4:00 AM on Black Friday at WalMart when the advertisement said that 2 black and white 15" televisions would be sold for just $39.99 (no rain checks). There was the occasional overheard protest of someone saying, "I'm not going until she says 'please'" and another saying "She DID say 'please'" and the first person saying something like, "O.K. then, if you say so but I didn't hear her and that's the second time today and I'm getting tired of her attitude".
Being at a hospital is counter productive to most people, but that is so magnified for a stroke survivor when every thing about a hospital is conducive to promoting a stroke or heart attack for the survivor and any of his or her family and visitors. I think they may intentionally promote stroke and heart attack to ensure job security. Maybe not. But calling someone at home from ICU at 12:30 AM to inform that their loved one as been moved to another room supports my suspicion.
The really great news is, my partner is now home and doing very well. It appears he is well on his way to making a full recovery. He has had good company, good food, lots of phone calls and emails (all sent to me) to inquire about his status and is seemingly close to being back to being his old self (no pun intended). I on the other hand, am very busy fielding phone calls, answering emails, cooking healthy food, greeting guests, emptying garbage cans, catching up on back laundry and getting personalized calls with helpful suggestions like, "Don't forget to take care of yourself". Right. I will. In fact, I am going to take the first 59 seconds of the upcoming hour to to take care of 10% of myself and then use the next 59 minutes taking care of 90% of everything else that I can squeeze into the hour. Thank goodness there are only 24 hours in a day and a HUGE thank goodness that I still have someone I can take care of whether he likes it or not! I think I can eat a donut in 59 seconds while I figure out something healthy to fix for supper. "Chow"...or something like that.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Driving Miss Dingy
It has been five days since my last post. It could be worse. It could be five days since a lot of more important stuff, like necessary bodily functions or since I last heard from my partner or since I lost my wallet with all my credit cards. Now that I think about it, if I had not heard my partner and my wallet with all my credit cards were missing for five days it would be something I probably should check into. I'll put that somewhere on the "to do" list.
Since my last post, something huge has happened. Windows 7 did get installed on one of the computers. Mind you, this was not until additional software was purchased to update some 31 drivers on the machine to be impaled by Windows 7. Seems the new and improved software (7) was complaining about the existing "drivers"(whatever they are) being old,outdated,and incompatible. No matter what I tried, it wasn't enough and it didn't work. It was like listening to someone from a former life griping about me some thirty odd years ago. Nevermind that that person had a software problem of their own, but that's another story. Now, how does this fit with having the two week or more saga with purchasing the NEW portable hard drive? I have no clue. With all the drives and drivers, there is a real traffic jam somewhere that needs addressing.
With help (and I mean lots) from my current and much more reasonable partner, the dang thing is installed. I guess I'm happy. I am still getting error messages and access denied messages and GFY messages that I probably should care about but when I killed the mouse the last time I slammed it on the desk, I decided maybe I care too much and perhaps ought to wait until I have more control before trying again to move forward. I have forgotten now why I wanted 7 and I expect that 8 will be marketed in the morning. "Vista" now is what is should be, a sign on the side of the road telling one that a scenic outlook in 1 mile is going to be raced by without stopping unless of course I am the old, outdated and incompatible driver.
Tomorrow is another day. One where an airconditioner repairman is to be at the front door at 8:00 AM. Seems some computerized part has malfunctioned. Bill Gates, I would fear karma if I were you.
Since my last post, something huge has happened. Windows 7 did get installed on one of the computers. Mind you, this was not until additional software was purchased to update some 31 drivers on the machine to be impaled by Windows 7. Seems the new and improved software (7) was complaining about the existing "drivers"(whatever they are) being old,outdated,and incompatible. No matter what I tried, it wasn't enough and it didn't work. It was like listening to someone from a former life griping about me some thirty odd years ago. Nevermind that that person had a software problem of their own, but that's another story. Now, how does this fit with having the two week or more saga with purchasing the NEW portable hard drive? I have no clue. With all the drives and drivers, there is a real traffic jam somewhere that needs addressing.
With help (and I mean lots) from my current and much more reasonable partner, the dang thing is installed. I guess I'm happy. I am still getting error messages and access denied messages and GFY messages that I probably should care about but when I killed the mouse the last time I slammed it on the desk, I decided maybe I care too much and perhaps ought to wait until I have more control before trying again to move forward. I have forgotten now why I wanted 7 and I expect that 8 will be marketed in the morning. "Vista" now is what is should be, a sign on the side of the road telling one that a scenic outlook in 1 mile is going to be raced by without stopping unless of course I am the old, outdated and incompatible driver.
Tomorrow is another day. One where an airconditioner repairman is to be at the front door at 8:00 AM. Seems some computerized part has malfunctioned. Bill Gates, I would fear karma if I were you.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Don't Mess with a Traffic Terrorist
This has already been a very busy day. I was running late for my massage appointment for reasons I cannot explain. Really, I don't know where the time went this morning before panic set in to get to where I needed to go. It's not like I can speed through town because I am still on probation from the last time I sped through the equivalent of Red Square. While somewhere, theoretically, a bank was being robbed and a woman raped and family violence was involving children and elderly was waiting for police intervention, I was being written up for having raced by a motorcycle cop who clocked me at six miles per hour over the posted speed limit. That would have saved me roughly 30 seconds total travel time on a miraculous day since none the of the traffic lights, which are placed about 30 yards apart, are synchronized in Pasadena. Never mind that I was trying to change lanes in order to turn at the next intersection.
Officer Anti-friendly swaggerd his plump body over to my window and when asked, explained to me he couldn't just give me a warning because that wouldn't be fair to all the other people he expected to pull over later. He said he was committed to treating everybody the same. So, I decided I too would become committed to same values. The next time I am solicited for funds for anything for the police department, I will throw it in the trash with all the other solicitations. After all, you shouldn't mess with someone who is clearly a threat to national security, right? I am a life-time member of the 100 club which probably worked against me. That 100 club sticker probably made the guy think I'd already given all I planned to give. He was wrong then, but he'll be right next time...maybe, but I doubt it. I am a wimp at heart and I really do care about surviving children and spouses, even those of jerks.
The ticket cost my partner lots of money. I hired an attorney to go to court for me because frankly, I didn't want to go and hiring an attorney ensured that I wouldn't have to. The lawyer cost $85. He got the hearing reset for a couple of months later and went for me again because my desire to sit in a courtroom with seriously committed felons had not changed and the $85 covered this lawyer's fees for the duration of the inconvenience. The lawyer suggested I let him ask the court for probation and that way I wouldn't have to take that mockery of a driving class that would also let me save 10% on my car insurance once it was completed, and, I could still keep the ticket off of my driving record provided I didn't break the rules of my 3 month probation. After October 4th, I can resume my crazy reckless driving antics.
The terms of this 3 month probation require me to receive no traffic tickets issued in the city of Pasadena by Pasadena police. A ticket by a constable is O.K. It doesn't count against my probation. However, if I get a second traffic ticket by any Pasadena Rambo within the 3 months, and even if I contest it, the probation is breached regardless of the outcome of the contest I guess at that point, you get a life sentence. I know for sure the ticket goes on your driving record for the whole world to gaze upon and snicker. I think you have to pay the ticket too if I recall correctly. More importantly, I have friends who are looking over the shoulder with fear of being recognized while eating lunch with a probationer. Some insist on keeping a bag over their heads when they are with me. It is a humbling experience. The stress of it all has made me need massages more often which means traveling through Red Square more often which means endangering the citizens of the commnity more often. The cops never seem to consider the unintended consequences of their actions. I did have to run, but slowly, by the court house, to pay court costs and something else that ran about $300. I am hoping the cop realizes that karma can be his friend....or NOT.
Thankfully, I have a partner who understands and has the funds to spare me the necessity of having to sit through "Comedy Driving School" in person or on the computer, or whatever it is that people do now to get the required diploma. It had been about 25 years or more since I had gotten caught being a driving terrorist before this time. The "gotcha" fun for me is that a month or so after being on probation, I was having my vehicle washed and detailed when the washer-detailer person came and got me and said, "Did you know that your inspection sticker expired back in January?" Of course I didn't know but I love that the cop missed the opportunity to really rake me over the coals for being not only a terrorist, but a negligent terrorist to boot! It made me smile all under.
More is coming. I did get by the WRH2SU store and bought something. Again. I'll know more later about what I bought and I also got by the local bookstore and got a pocket dictionary. I may need now to go buy reading glasses because the print in that dictionary book keeps shifting around. However, I think the cover said something about it making words "come alive". Spooky.
Thank goodness I am done for the day except for trying to figure out what to feed my partner that the dogs will also like. It never ends.....well, I guess that's not really true either. It clearly ends at some point. Cheery thought.
Officer Anti-friendly swaggerd his plump body over to my window and when asked, explained to me he couldn't just give me a warning because that wouldn't be fair to all the other people he expected to pull over later. He said he was committed to treating everybody the same. So, I decided I too would become committed to same values. The next time I am solicited for funds for anything for the police department, I will throw it in the trash with all the other solicitations. After all, you shouldn't mess with someone who is clearly a threat to national security, right? I am a life-time member of the 100 club which probably worked against me. That 100 club sticker probably made the guy think I'd already given all I planned to give. He was wrong then, but he'll be right next time...maybe, but I doubt it. I am a wimp at heart and I really do care about surviving children and spouses, even those of jerks.
The ticket cost my partner lots of money. I hired an attorney to go to court for me because frankly, I didn't want to go and hiring an attorney ensured that I wouldn't have to. The lawyer cost $85. He got the hearing reset for a couple of months later and went for me again because my desire to sit in a courtroom with seriously committed felons had not changed and the $85 covered this lawyer's fees for the duration of the inconvenience. The lawyer suggested I let him ask the court for probation and that way I wouldn't have to take that mockery of a driving class that would also let me save 10% on my car insurance once it was completed, and, I could still keep the ticket off of my driving record provided I didn't break the rules of my 3 month probation. After October 4th, I can resume my crazy reckless driving antics.
The terms of this 3 month probation require me to receive no traffic tickets issued in the city of Pasadena by Pasadena police. A ticket by a constable is O.K. It doesn't count against my probation. However, if I get a second traffic ticket by any Pasadena Rambo within the 3 months, and even if I contest it, the probation is breached regardless of the outcome of the contest I guess at that point, you get a life sentence. I know for sure the ticket goes on your driving record for the whole world to gaze upon and snicker. I think you have to pay the ticket too if I recall correctly. More importantly, I have friends who are looking over the shoulder with fear of being recognized while eating lunch with a probationer. Some insist on keeping a bag over their heads when they are with me. It is a humbling experience. The stress of it all has made me need massages more often which means traveling through Red Square more often which means endangering the citizens of the commnity more often. The cops never seem to consider the unintended consequences of their actions. I did have to run, but slowly, by the court house, to pay court costs and something else that ran about $300. I am hoping the cop realizes that karma can be his friend....or NOT.
Thankfully, I have a partner who understands and has the funds to spare me the necessity of having to sit through "Comedy Driving School" in person or on the computer, or whatever it is that people do now to get the required diploma. It had been about 25 years or more since I had gotten caught being a driving terrorist before this time. The "gotcha" fun for me is that a month or so after being on probation, I was having my vehicle washed and detailed when the washer-detailer person came and got me and said, "Did you know that your inspection sticker expired back in January?" Of course I didn't know but I love that the cop missed the opportunity to really rake me over the coals for being not only a terrorist, but a negligent terrorist to boot! It made me smile all under.
More is coming. I did get by the WRH2SU store and bought something. Again. I'll know more later about what I bought and I also got by the local bookstore and got a pocket dictionary. I may need now to go buy reading glasses because the print in that dictionary book keeps shifting around. However, I think the cover said something about it making words "come alive". Spooky.
Thank goodness I am done for the day except for trying to figure out what to feed my partner that the dogs will also like. It never ends.....well, I guess that's not really true either. It clearly ends at some point. Cheery thought.
Sooo Close
I almost made it to the WRH2SU store today, but the friend I was with spotted a jewelry store that looked far more interesting and it did not disappoint either of us. Even Master Card got a bit of a thrill before the day was rushed along to meet the demands of whatever.
A teen whom I adore decided he wanted to come over to my house tonight instead of going with his dad to do whatever his dad does on Wednesday nights. I was more than a little happy about his request to come over. I could actually see his face tonight, which is a first in about 2 or maybe 3 years. He had his hair in a pony tail which he did not waste any time telling me that he still wears it down to go to school but he thought I would like it better if he pulled it back. This is really good news because last week he didn't care what I liked at all and assured me that he wasn't going to change who he is for anyone. I bet him $100 that someday he would. I didn't try to collect on the bet but oh what a temptation to remind him.
I thought my computer woes could come to a screeching halt with the arrival of this teenager. WRONG! He may be the only teen on the planet who says he really HATES computers and does not know much about them. He claims he is not interested in gaming, facebooking, my spacing, or anything else to do with whatever I thought all teens liked to do. Who knew? So I asked him what he does when he is not doing school work and he told me he likes to listen to music and read. He is currently reading 2001 Space Odessey. Who in heavens name has ever read that? I didn't understand all they symbolism in the movie when it first came out and still don't however many years later this is. Plus, he is reading To Kill a Mockingbird. When he isn't reading, he says he likes to watch some junk on TV but hey, who doesn't do that?
Did you know that To Kill a Mockingbird is on the list of boods banned by American schools and libraries in something like 47 states? It is considered to be "socially offensive" as are other banned books such as Ann Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl and The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. Ulysses was banned for too much sex and the Harry Potter books for being irreligious. Don't you just love being in a country that has freedom of the press? So, I am making a list of the banned books for this young man so he can have a reading list that will compliment his noncomformist attitudes and promised I would help him locate any that he couldn't find on his own. Ironically, George Orwell's book, 1984 was banned for being too political however, the Communist Manifesto and other writings of Karl Marx survived the sanitation of material that would harm the developement of the easily influenced minds of children and teens. You can check out banned book list for yourself if you want. One place it was posted was the September, 2010 www.aarp.org/bulletin unless that got banned too.
I never even knew I wanted to read Tess of the d'Urbervilles before the banning. It too was banned for too much sex...It was written in 1891. I can hardly wait to see if it is as steamy as say any movie that is rated PG13 or nearly anything on TV today. I'd much rather read that than go to the WRH2SU store. I'm heading out for the library...oh wait, I can't, I have an appointment to get a massage and then a hair appointment after that and then I will surely have to come home to let the dogs out . The chances of me leaving the house again are zero and none.
A teen whom I adore decided he wanted to come over to my house tonight instead of going with his dad to do whatever his dad does on Wednesday nights. I was more than a little happy about his request to come over. I could actually see his face tonight, which is a first in about 2 or maybe 3 years. He had his hair in a pony tail which he did not waste any time telling me that he still wears it down to go to school but he thought I would like it better if he pulled it back. This is really good news because last week he didn't care what I liked at all and assured me that he wasn't going to change who he is for anyone. I bet him $100 that someday he would. I didn't try to collect on the bet but oh what a temptation to remind him.
I thought my computer woes could come to a screeching halt with the arrival of this teenager. WRONG! He may be the only teen on the planet who says he really HATES computers and does not know much about them. He claims he is not interested in gaming, facebooking, my spacing, or anything else to do with whatever I thought all teens liked to do. Who knew? So I asked him what he does when he is not doing school work and he told me he likes to listen to music and read. He is currently reading 2001 Space Odessey. Who in heavens name has ever read that? I didn't understand all they symbolism in the movie when it first came out and still don't however many years later this is. Plus, he is reading To Kill a Mockingbird. When he isn't reading, he says he likes to watch some junk on TV but hey, who doesn't do that?
Did you know that To Kill a Mockingbird is on the list of boods banned by American schools and libraries in something like 47 states? It is considered to be "socially offensive" as are other banned books such as Ann Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl and The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. Ulysses was banned for too much sex and the Harry Potter books for being irreligious. Don't you just love being in a country that has freedom of the press? So, I am making a list of the banned books for this young man so he can have a reading list that will compliment his noncomformist attitudes and promised I would help him locate any that he couldn't find on his own. Ironically, George Orwell's book, 1984 was banned for being too political however, the Communist Manifesto and other writings of Karl Marx survived the sanitation of material that would harm the developement of the easily influenced minds of children and teens. You can check out banned book list for yourself if you want. One place it was posted was the September, 2010 www.aarp.org/bulletin unless that got banned too.
I never even knew I wanted to read Tess of the d'Urbervilles before the banning. It too was banned for too much sex...It was written in 1891. I can hardly wait to see if it is as steamy as say any movie that is rated PG13 or nearly anything on TV today. I'd much rather read that than go to the WRH2SU store. I'm heading out for the library...oh wait, I can't, I have an appointment to get a massage and then a hair appointment after that and then I will surely have to come home to let the dogs out . The chances of me leaving the house again are zero and none.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sunrise, Sunset
I couldn't sleep a wink all morning so I finally just got up at 9:30 after the deafening roar of the vacuum cleaner was nearing the bedroom. The sound of the vacuum means it must be Tuesday, the most sacred day of the week when the house help makes all the crap on the floors and counter tops disappear and hairless sheets (hair from the dogs, I pray) get reapplied. And just as I expected, I hadn't missed a thing all morning except sleep. The dogs were visibly appalled that I was getting up just as they had resettled back in the bed after having shared breakfast with my partner and getting the treat that accompanies any body's departure. They all groaned and gave me their version of the "evil eye" except for the littlest one who is always grateful when I get off of his heating pad.
So with whoooole day ahead of me I can hardly think of all I might get done, except I wouldn't dare try to drive since sleep deprivation can be hazard to every body's health and amazingly, some people have a remarkable desire to live to Christmas shop and pay taxes at the end of the year. Go figure. Given that, I am thinking that the trip to the WRH2SU store may have to wait. Although reading those boxes, again, should cure even the most stubborn case of insomnia.
I remember the time when I could remember everything that I read. Sort of. No, I mean that I that I sort of remember when I could remember what I read, not that I sort of remember when I could remember but then, that may actually be the more accurate statement. Anyway, reading boxes containing some version of a portable hard drive will be an all new experience for me. Again. I just hope when I do go that I don't re-buy the one that did not work the first time. While semi-friendly help always say, "Welcome to WRH2SU" and seem impressed that I'm a gold elite valued customer, I can't help but notice that they are flipping coins, looking very anticipatory as I approach the dreaded department and then, they all scatter like roaches sensing the exterminator, except for the one who obviously won the toss. Even that person turns around and trys to look busy organizing the paperclips. I swear that person must have dead batteries in a microscopic hearing aid because I usually have to repeat "Can you help me find..." several times before the glazed over eyes of whom I'm guessing is a PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) survivor look past me.
My partner always declines accompanying me so hoping for a fifth or even sixth opinion is not worth waiting for. Besides, you know what happens when someone does accompany you. He or she will pick out the one item that was number 10 on your list of 10 possibilities and then you have to figure out how to gracefully, or secretly put it back on the shelf and smuggle the one that won't work when you get home up to the cashier. Then when you get home and the pal who went with you looks at you and the box in puzzlement after hearing you screaming, "The dang thing won't work". Then you have to firmly and indigently state, "But I thought this was the one YOU said YOU thought was the one to get". Then the pal says something like, "No, I handed you the RED box, this is a GREEN box and besides, I was on the aisle behind you and saw you looking over your shoulder when you switched the boxes". That's a good time to just say, "Oh". Then meekly ask the pal if he or she wants to ride with you to the WRH2SU store to return the green box. I can almost guarantee that the pal will say something like, "No".
Oh, look at the time, only roughly three hours until the 2:00 lunchtime. Maybe I'll just plan to eat outside by the pool. If I get started now, maybe I can eat before 3:00.
So with whoooole day ahead of me I can hardly think of all I might get done, except I wouldn't dare try to drive since sleep deprivation can be hazard to every body's health and amazingly, some people have a remarkable desire to live to Christmas shop and pay taxes at the end of the year. Go figure. Given that, I am thinking that the trip to the WRH2SU store may have to wait. Although reading those boxes, again, should cure even the most stubborn case of insomnia.
I remember the time when I could remember everything that I read. Sort of. No, I mean that I that I sort of remember when I could remember what I read, not that I sort of remember when I could remember but then, that may actually be the more accurate statement. Anyway, reading boxes containing some version of a portable hard drive will be an all new experience for me. Again. I just hope when I do go that I don't re-buy the one that did not work the first time. While semi-friendly help always say, "Welcome to WRH2SU" and seem impressed that I'm a gold elite valued customer, I can't help but notice that they are flipping coins, looking very anticipatory as I approach the dreaded department and then, they all scatter like roaches sensing the exterminator, except for the one who obviously won the toss. Even that person turns around and trys to look busy organizing the paperclips. I swear that person must have dead batteries in a microscopic hearing aid because I usually have to repeat "Can you help me find..." several times before the glazed over eyes of whom I'm guessing is a PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) survivor look past me.
My partner always declines accompanying me so hoping for a fifth or even sixth opinion is not worth waiting for. Besides, you know what happens when someone does accompany you. He or she will pick out the one item that was number 10 on your list of 10 possibilities and then you have to figure out how to gracefully, or secretly put it back on the shelf and smuggle the one that won't work when you get home up to the cashier. Then when you get home and the pal who went with you looks at you and the box in puzzlement after hearing you screaming, "The dang thing won't work". Then you have to firmly and indigently state, "But I thought this was the one YOU said YOU thought was the one to get". Then the pal says something like, "No, I handed you the RED box, this is a GREEN box and besides, I was on the aisle behind you and saw you looking over your shoulder when you switched the boxes". That's a good time to just say, "Oh". Then meekly ask the pal if he or she wants to ride with you to the WRH2SU store to return the green box. I can almost guarantee that the pal will say something like, "No".
Oh, look at the time, only roughly three hours until the 2:00 lunchtime. Maybe I'll just plan to eat outside by the pool. If I get started now, maybe I can eat before 3:00.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Midnight Plus
I don't know what it is that makes me come to life at about midnight. It is not like I am a teenager. I haven't been one of those in years, but my sleep patterns awe some kids. And like some teens, it's the mornings that give me the most trouble. I just don't function in the mornings. I know what you are thinking: "Go to bed at a decent hour and maybe you could get up in the mornings". Well, I have tried that and found that mornings are not all they are cracked up to be. It's not like I like breakfast. I don't. I don't drink milk, I don't drink coffee, and I have no intention of catching the proverbial early worm. Starting with lunch suits me just fine.
Last night (or this morning) I went to bed at about 4:30. I got up around 10:30 to let my dogs out grabbed my "Nook" and continued reading the mystery novel that I didn't think I liked but now can hardly put down. At about 2:00 I fixed some lunch consisting of a couple of small wedges of brie, some pears with cottage cheese, a few crackers and a large glass of water with lemon. I decided to eat outside which required more than just hauling the food outside and putting it on the table. I thought if I was going to do this, I would do it "right". So, I packed. I mean I really packed a little bag that had my cell phone, my cordless land line phone, my remote control for the portable Bose speakers that my Ipod mates with, some silverware, a napkin, and my Nook. Then I thought, heck, since I'm going to eat by the pool, I may as well put on my swimsuit and if I am going to put on my swimsuit, I need to get the beach towels out of the dryer. And, if I am going to put on my swimsuit and head to the utility room, I may as well grab a load of clothes to put in the washing machine. And while I'm in the utility room, I need to clean out the lint thingy from the dryer so the next load won't set the house on fire or something. So, I take the handful of lint to the kitchen and notice the garbage really needs taking out but there are things in the refrigerator that need to be cleaned out before I do that, so I gathered all the things that I feel compelled to store in little plastic bags for a week or so before I toss them, and listened to my mother and grandmother admonish me in my head about being so wasteful. [The scary thing is I take medication for this jumping around business. The scarier thing is that my partner tells me that it is working].
While I have my head in the refrigerator, I thought I probably should go on and take something out of the freezer for supper and throw it in the microwave to thaw. The glass tray in the microwave looks like something threw up on it so I took the time to clean it and the microwave before tossing the food for supper in to defrost. While I was cleaning the microwave I heard the fax machine go off and walked back to the office to see what was coming in and it was some spam advertisement. Why in the world would anyone do business with someone who is a spammer and uses your office paper to advertise their product? So, I called the number on the spamvertise to share my thoughts about their business practices and was assured by the twelve year old (not really but she sounded very young) that my number would be removed from their list. Comforting, but what I wanted to know was how did they get my fax number in the first place. It was not surprising that she didn't know.
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I am wondering what is beeping when I was talking to the 12 year old when I realized it was the clothes in the washer that were screaming to be let out. Little did they know what was coming next. To operate my washer and my dryer, you have to be a bit of a computer whiz, which as stated in earlier blogs, I am not. So, everything I own is washed in the "speed wash" setting and everything is dried in the "speed dry" setting. I don't even know what the other settings do nor do I care. [I'm sure I took my meds when I got up].
Anyway, back to lunch. It's now about 4:00 and the brie is sort of melted, the cottage cheese is probably still alright, the ice in the water is gone, and the crackers are a little soggy but what the heck. I sit down to enjoy my picnic by the pool when the Polaris climbed the stairs, whipped its tail in the air and sprayed me and my lunch with rabid enthusiasm. Thank goodness, the darn thing missed the Bose speakers otherwise I would have had to kill it. Instead, I got in the shallow end of the pool, trying to keep my hair dry for reasons I cannot explain, and spent the next hour trying to adjust the weights on the Polaris so that it would stay under water and quit with the rude jokes. id I couldn't have gotten wetter if I had done a swan dive into the pool. That thing did everything including laugh out loud to show me that it could never be tamed. I wondered if there is a Polaris Whisperer who could be hired to rehabilitate me or it.
Seems like time flies when your having a leisurely picnic in the backyard. I don't know if I'm up to another one. First thing you know it's time for supper, then taking care of the dogs and getting ready for bed and it's only 2:00 AM. I think I'll turn in early tonight so that I might read awhile. Maybe tomorrow Ill head out to the WRH2SU store again....or not.
Last night (or this morning) I went to bed at about 4:30. I got up around 10:30 to let my dogs out grabbed my "Nook" and continued reading the mystery novel that I didn't think I liked but now can hardly put down. At about 2:00 I fixed some lunch consisting of a couple of small wedges of brie, some pears with cottage cheese, a few crackers and a large glass of water with lemon. I decided to eat outside which required more than just hauling the food outside and putting it on the table. I thought if I was going to do this, I would do it "right". So, I packed. I mean I really packed a little bag that had my cell phone, my cordless land line phone, my remote control for the portable Bose speakers that my Ipod mates with, some silverware, a napkin, and my Nook. Then I thought, heck, since I'm going to eat by the pool, I may as well put on my swimsuit and if I am going to put on my swimsuit, I need to get the beach towels out of the dryer. And, if I am going to put on my swimsuit and head to the utility room, I may as well grab a load of clothes to put in the washing machine. And while I'm in the utility room, I need to clean out the lint thingy from the dryer so the next load won't set the house on fire or something. So, I take the handful of lint to the kitchen and notice the garbage really needs taking out but there are things in the refrigerator that need to be cleaned out before I do that, so I gathered all the things that I feel compelled to store in little plastic bags for a week or so before I toss them, and listened to my mother and grandmother admonish me in my head about being so wasteful. [The scary thing is I take medication for this jumping around business. The scarier thing is that my partner tells me that it is working].
While I have my head in the refrigerator, I thought I probably should go on and take something out of the freezer for supper and throw it in the microwave to thaw. The glass tray in the microwave looks like something threw up on it so I took the time to clean it and the microwave before tossing the food for supper in to defrost. While I was cleaning the microwave I heard the fax machine go off and walked back to the office to see what was coming in and it was some spam advertisement. Why in the world would anyone do business with someone who is a spammer and uses your office paper to advertise their product? So, I called the number on the spamvertise to share my thoughts about their business practices and was assured by the twelve year old (not really but she sounded very young) that my number would be removed from their list. Comforting, but what I wanted to know was how did they get my fax number in the first place. It was not surprising that she didn't know.
.
I am wondering what is beeping when I was talking to the 12 year old when I realized it was the clothes in the washer that were screaming to be let out. Little did they know what was coming next. To operate my washer and my dryer, you have to be a bit of a computer whiz, which as stated in earlier blogs, I am not. So, everything I own is washed in the "speed wash" setting and everything is dried in the "speed dry" setting. I don't even know what the other settings do nor do I care. [I'm sure I took my meds when I got up].
Anyway, back to lunch. It's now about 4:00 and the brie is sort of melted, the cottage cheese is probably still alright, the ice in the water is gone, and the crackers are a little soggy but what the heck. I sit down to enjoy my picnic by the pool when the Polaris climbed the stairs, whipped its tail in the air and sprayed me and my lunch with rabid enthusiasm. Thank goodness, the darn thing missed the Bose speakers otherwise I would have had to kill it. Instead, I got in the shallow end of the pool, trying to keep my hair dry for reasons I cannot explain, and spent the next hour trying to adjust the weights on the Polaris so that it would stay under water and quit with the rude jokes. id I couldn't have gotten wetter if I had done a swan dive into the pool. That thing did everything including laugh out loud to show me that it could never be tamed. I wondered if there is a Polaris Whisperer who could be hired to rehabilitate me or it.
Seems like time flies when your having a leisurely picnic in the backyard. I don't know if I'm up to another one. First thing you know it's time for supper, then taking care of the dogs and getting ready for bed and it's only 2:00 AM. I think I'll turn in early tonight so that I might read awhile. Maybe tomorrow Ill head out to the WRH2SU store again....or not.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Premediated disposal-Just Shoot Me
So, it was going to be premeditated disposal of Vista. I bought the Windows 7 Upgrade and learned that if I had read my email a couple of years ago, I could have gotten a discount on the upgrade that was offered to all losers who bought computers with Vista preloaded. Forget that nearly all emails from come with a warning that if you don't know the person sending the email that you probably should delete it without opening it in case it has a malicious worm embedded. Who wants to even think about embedded malicious worms? I got home and finally got up my nerve to open the package, knowing full well that I needed to be brave and just take it one step at a time. The book that came with the Update is titled, Welcome to your PC, simplified. Windows 7.
Cautiously, still contemplating my fear of embedded malicious worms, I opened the book that says: "Let's get started. A quick checklist to get you PC ready. There are a few things to do first". OH C-R-A-P! The first item to "check off" of the list is "Back up your files to an external hard disk {EHD}....DVD,CD or USB flash drive". What is all this BS? You really need to know your A-B-C's and how to use them if you are going to talk electronics.... or texting, but that's another story for a later time.
I was surprised to find a package of CD+R's in the back of a cabinet in my home office. I slammed a disk into the E-Drive and got the "Please wait while your disc is being formatted" message. And, wait I did. Finally...with formatting complete I began the process which I don't recall and it doesn't matter because it didn't work. I got a message blinking on the screen warning me that there was an ERROR and the backup was not completed. OH F! Tried again...failed again. My partner said, "Aren't you the one who always says doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome is, well, S-T-U-P-I-D". With that, I threw the disc in the T-R-A-S-H and headed out to the "We R Here 2 serve U" (WRH2SU) electronic store.
So, Vista lived to see another day while I went buy an external hard drive. Trips to WRH2SU store went like this: Nice looking young man approached me and asked if I needed help. I'm thinking, "DUH"!, but said "yes, please". Then, over a number of hours the conversation escalated dramatically on his part as he tried to break through my brain freeze. It went something like this:
"Let's see now...Do you want portable or desktop...Do you want 500GB or 1 TR, do you want metal or plastic? What do you mean how does a GB Vs a TR compare to say, "tequila shots"? Is the computer 32 or 64 bit encrypted? Is it equipped to handle the new "3" cables...you know that's much faster than the 2 and you really want the Firewall800 and something 400 (something like that)...Or did you know that you could just buy this 7200 SATA and drop it into a case...No, wait this is an internal not an external hard drive {If you put it in a case would it then be an external become an internal?} Most of the packaged drives are 5400 but they don't tell you on the package what they are. Hmmm, They don't tell you on the package if the case is metal or plastic...You don't really need a metal case, I've only had one plastic case break and even then I was able to recover most of what was on the thing but it took me about a month....You could probably tell by the weight of the package though because the metal one would probably weigh more. You might not want to get a WD if you can get a Seagate....in fact, you COULD buy this really cool system and it would back up your whole network....Let's see....it doesn't say that it is Windows 7 compatible BUT it is Vista compatible...Do you have Vista on your other computers? No? Well...it probably would work, if not you could bring it back...10% restocking fee though... Hey, here's one that should work. It says it is formatted for Mac but it's easy to reformat it to PC...All you have to do is make sure that you BACK UP YOUR FILES BEFORE you do it....
Good grief, I never even noticed the guy did not have on a "WR2SU" shirt....After hours of mind boggling instruction and semi-education, it turned out he works for "Clear" network....and no, there is not coverage in my area yet...but when their upgrade is completed (check back in say, January of next year), life at my house should be great....might even be able to use the same router...if not.....
JUST SHOOT ME!!!!
You know, life should not be this complicated. There ought to be law that requires all chargers, cords, ports and plugs be universal...one size fits all... When something "new and improved" comes out, there should be a universal adapter that plugs into the universal device that plugs into the universal port. Isn't that a way to cut down on land fill problems, not to mention the savings that would accompany universal packaging and maybe even promote more research and product development. The way it is now, is much like real life...anytime you put the male into the female opening of the something gets screwed.
[P.S. What I ended up buying, didn't work. I took it back and said to H with it for now]
Cautiously, still contemplating my fear of embedded malicious worms, I opened the book that says: "Let's get started. A quick checklist to get you PC ready. There are a few things to do first". OH C-R-A-P! The first item to "check off" of the list is "Back up your files to an external hard disk {EHD}....DVD,CD or USB flash drive". What is all this BS? You really need to know your A-B-C's and how to use them if you are going to talk electronics.... or texting, but that's another story for a later time.
I was surprised to find a package of CD+R's in the back of a cabinet in my home office. I slammed a disk into the E-Drive and got the "Please wait while your disc is being formatted" message. And, wait I did. Finally...with formatting complete I began the process which I don't recall and it doesn't matter because it didn't work. I got a message blinking on the screen warning me that there was an ERROR and the backup was not completed. OH F! Tried again...failed again. My partner said, "Aren't you the one who always says doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome is, well, S-T-U-P-I-D". With that, I threw the disc in the T-R-A-S-H and headed out to the "We R Here 2 serve U" (WRH2SU) electronic store.
So, Vista lived to see another day while I went buy an external hard drive. Trips to WRH2SU store went like this: Nice looking young man approached me and asked if I needed help. I'm thinking, "DUH"!, but said "yes, please". Then, over a number of hours the conversation escalated dramatically on his part as he tried to break through my brain freeze. It went something like this:
"Let's see now...Do you want portable or desktop...Do you want 500GB or 1 TR, do you want metal or plastic? What do you mean how does a GB Vs a TR compare to say, "tequila shots"? Is the computer 32 or 64 bit encrypted? Is it equipped to handle the new "3" cables...you know that's much faster than the 2 and you really want the Firewall800 and something 400 (something like that)...Or did you know that you could just buy this 7200 SATA and drop it into a case...No, wait this is an internal not an external hard drive {If you put it in a case would it then be an external become an internal?} Most of the packaged drives are 5400 but they don't tell you on the package what they are. Hmmm, They don't tell you on the package if the case is metal or plastic...You don't really need a metal case, I've only had one plastic case break and even then I was able to recover most of what was on the thing but it took me about a month....You could probably tell by the weight of the package though because the metal one would probably weigh more. You might not want to get a WD if you can get a Seagate....in fact, you COULD buy this really cool system and it would back up your whole network....Let's see....it doesn't say that it is Windows 7 compatible BUT it is Vista compatible...Do you have Vista on your other computers? No? Well...it probably would work, if not you could bring it back...10% restocking fee though... Hey, here's one that should work. It says it is formatted for Mac but it's easy to reformat it to PC...All you have to do is make sure that you BACK UP YOUR FILES BEFORE you do it....
Good grief, I never even noticed the guy did not have on a "WR2SU" shirt....After hours of mind boggling instruction and semi-education, it turned out he works for "Clear" network....and no, there is not coverage in my area yet...but when their upgrade is completed (check back in say, January of next year), life at my house should be great....might even be able to use the same router...if not.....
JUST SHOOT ME!!!!
You know, life should not be this complicated. There ought to be law that requires all chargers, cords, ports and plugs be universal...one size fits all... When something "new and improved" comes out, there should be a universal adapter that plugs into the universal device that plugs into the universal port. Isn't that a way to cut down on land fill problems, not to mention the savings that would accompany universal packaging and maybe even promote more research and product development. The way it is now, is much like real life...anytime you put the male into the female opening of the something gets screwed.
[P.S. What I ended up buying, didn't work. I took it back and said to H with it for now]
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I Need Therapy
Me: "Yes, I need therapy"
You: "Why"?
Me: "Because I like you some of the time but most of the time I hate you and have fantasies about all the bad things I could do to you and wonder then if I would even feel guilty or if I would just laugh hysterically and feel as though I had just been let out of prison".
You: "I think most married people think the same thing sometimes, you don't really need therapy do you"?
Me: "Maybe you are right, I'd probably just end up with a 'new'one that I would have to learn to work with all over again".
You: "I know, I have a friend who is the sixth 'upgrade' after five failed ones".
Me: "That's stronger and tougher than I think I could ever be".
You: " I think this is the one though. I just feels right."
Me: "Really?, Maybe I should try the same thing".
You: "Well, you know, you have never been one to "rush" into things, but really, nearly everyone has left Vista behind".
Me: "Hummm, O.K., I'll try to calm down and load Windows 7 this afternoon."
You: "You know, everytime we have this conversation, you end up ripping my guts out".
Me: "Yeah, I know, it's just that your basically flawed and when I get really really mad, I am 'driven' very, very slowly and then left frozen, so to speak, in desperation. So, this afternoon could be your last one. You are going to be upgraded to a trophy companion, so.....".
You: "Well, at least we got to spend all day yesterday together. Even though we didn't exchange any words, the emotion was clearly there".
Me: "That's what they all say...too much, to late...I hate it when you control me and then try to make me feel guilty."
You: "Why"?
Me: "Because I like you some of the time but most of the time I hate you and have fantasies about all the bad things I could do to you and wonder then if I would even feel guilty or if I would just laugh hysterically and feel as though I had just been let out of prison".
You: "I think most married people think the same thing sometimes, you don't really need therapy do you"?
Me: "Maybe you are right, I'd probably just end up with a 'new'one that I would have to learn to work with all over again".
You: "I know, I have a friend who is the sixth 'upgrade' after five failed ones".
Me: "That's stronger and tougher than I think I could ever be".
You: " I think this is the one though. I just feels right."
Me: "Really?, Maybe I should try the same thing".
You: "Well, you know, you have never been one to "rush" into things, but really, nearly everyone has left Vista behind".
Me: "Hummm, O.K., I'll try to calm down and load Windows 7 this afternoon."
You: "You know, everytime we have this conversation, you end up ripping my guts out".
Me: "Yeah, I know, it's just that your basically flawed and when I get really really mad, I am 'driven' very, very slowly and then left frozen, so to speak, in desperation. So, this afternoon could be your last one. You are going to be upgraded to a trophy companion, so.....".
You: "Well, at least we got to spend all day yesterday together. Even though we didn't exchange any words, the emotion was clearly there".
Me: "That's what they all say...too much, to late...I hate it when you control me and then try to make me feel guilty."
Monday, September 6, 2010
" UMMM, That's Cheesy"
Have you ever had a kid who has mold on his or herself and their clothes (not to even mention what their living quarters are like) tell you that YOU look cheesy because your belt and shoes match?
Off Track--Again
I've never been "great" at math...or even arithmetic because in my mind there really ARE stupid questions...and answers....like, "So, is it politically correct to discuss 'common denominators' in public schools because, I don't know, it just seems a little like stereo-typing".
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Political " Parties"
It is no wonder the Republican and Democratic groups call themselves "Parties". Strangers to most of us are reaching into our wallets and spending whatever they want on whatever they want or on whatever their "good buddy" sitting next to them wants....Hell of a party. No wonder some kids want to grow up to be President!
Rather than a voting record history, I'm thinking an itemized list of previous charges by your democratically elected offical(s) should published before every election. That might stir the proverbial pot.
Rather than a voting record history, I'm thinking an itemized list of previous charges by your democratically elected offical(s) should published before every election. That might stir the proverbial pot.
Driving Responsibly
"Oh, look", Dick says to Jane as he is driving his high-cost, high maintenance hybrid in the left lane, "there is someone behind us who has their right turn signal on. Hang on while I swerve in front of them before we get to the traffic light so they can't turn right on red. Damn woman is driving a SUV, that stupid polluter."
"But Dick, I thought idling in traffic was a big contributor to poor air quality" Jane meekly says.
"Shut up Jane, who the hell asked you and what the hell could you possibly know about air quality", barks Dick as he passes gas. "That was really good Mexican food. Probably should of left off the jalapenos".
Jane cracks her window and chuckles to herself knowing Dick just sat through a green light.
We all know that this is pure fiction....We know this "Dick" would NEVER look in his rear view mirror before he changed lanes.
"But Dick, I thought idling in traffic was a big contributor to poor air quality" Jane meekly says.
"Shut up Jane, who the hell asked you and what the hell could you possibly know about air quality", barks Dick as he passes gas. "That was really good Mexican food. Probably should of left off the jalapenos".
Jane cracks her window and chuckles to herself knowing Dick just sat through a green light.
We all know that this is pure fiction....We know this "Dick" would NEVER look in his rear view mirror before he changed lanes.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Everyday Crazies-Me and Others
I know that I am not the only person on the planet that thinks life does not have to be so difficult. More "new and improved" rules, regulations, lack of consideration of real life people, and our own self absorption make life challenging, if not humorous. For example, just trying to find an online dictionary to verify how to spell "absorption" required about 50 decisions and then realizing I probably downloaded 132 spyware applications and still cannot find the dictionary on my toolbar. I know the internet is supposed to make life easier, however, it is a grand example of progress meant to "improve" my quality of life while in the end ,I usually end up spending lots of frustrating years trying to use, if not master, the improvement. That of course is just one example. There are thousands...maybe millions of examples that I can list given a long and healthy life.
This blog is about my "unique" (I'm told) observations of everyday crazies. Be forewarned, I try to find humor in my life but sometimes people tend to make that goal difficult to achieve and I go off the deep end.
I invite you to dive in with me. While you are putting on your swimsuit (please, at least put on your swimsuit), I will go buy a hand held dictionary....More to follow.
This blog is about my "unique" (I'm told) observations of everyday crazies. Be forewarned, I try to find humor in my life but sometimes people tend to make that goal difficult to achieve and I go off the deep end.
I invite you to dive in with me. While you are putting on your swimsuit (please, at least put on your swimsuit), I will go buy a hand held dictionary....More to follow.
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