I'm now counting down the days 'til we're on our "real" vacation.
There's something extra exciting about visiting a place you've never been to before. All new experiences, sights to see, places to visit, and perhaps a bit of apprehension over the unknowns.
Being the planner that I am, I've made lists upon lists of things to do beforehand, things to pack, things to purchase** once we get there, places to visit... not an itenerary persay, as I realize we'll have to work around mother nature, but still a list of things I'd like to see/do if at all possible, and that my husband won't get too bored with.
I've looked at the various routes, and picked the one I feel is safest (I'll drive the extra half hour, just let me arrive safely!). I've already gone on-line and scoped out all the gas stations along our route that accept our gas-credit cards.
**And I've already located the nearest Walmart. Okay, I know what you're probably thinking: "she's going on vacation and wants to go to a Walmart"? No, it's not that I want to go, but we will have groceries to purchase once we're there, and in case there's a need for a pharmacy or any other necessity we might've forgotten to pack, it's always good to know where the nearest discount store is, just in case! I've also plotted all the outlet malls within 100 miles.
This is one time I really wish I had a lap-top. I'd love to be able to check my email, download our pictures and blog about our vacation as it's happening. But I guess I'll have to settle for keeping a journal (the old-fashioned way) 'til I return home.
Sometimes I think I set myself up for disappointment. Because I put so much planning into things, (not just vacations) when they don't go according to plan, it just aggrevates me so. I know, I need to chill-out, but I can't help it. It's the planner in me.
Friday, August 31, 2007
historical tidbit
I'll file this under "learn something new everyday".
The Worthington area, in which I live... in the 1870s, a toll gate was built on Brownsboro Road (then known as Louisville and Brownsboro Turnpike) at its intersection with Ballardsville Road (this would be the intersection of Hwys. 22 & 1694). In the early 1900s the area was primarily potato farms...
The Worthington area, in which I live... in the 1870s, a toll gate was built on Brownsboro Road (then known as Louisville and Brownsboro Turnpike) at its intersection with Ballardsville Road (this would be the intersection of Hwys. 22 & 1694). In the early 1900s the area was primarily potato farms...
Google Earth
Ever been to the Google Earth website? It is waaay cooool!! I dare say it has become one of my favorite sites on the 'net.
'Steuber's Law
It never fails, if you're wearing a pair of pants (shorts or skirt) that has a draw-string on it, and you are struck with the over-powering urge to use the restroom, really bad, then the draw-string will become knotted, thus hindering your efforts to use the facilities.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Over sleeping
Don't you just hate it when you over sleep? It just totally messes up the rest of your day!
When the alarm went off yesterday morning, I hit the off button, but then just simply could not force myself to move and get up. Normally I spring right out of bed, because if I don't, well, I'm liable to fall back asleep. But I was just soooo tired yesterday. It was too late to hit the snooze button, so I re-set the alarm for 6:30 (an extra 10 minutes), or, at least, I thought I did.
When a noise from the other room made me sit straight up in bed, I knew it was too light in the room to be 6:30. I looked at the clock and it was 7:10 am. EEK!! How did I manage to sleep so late?? I looked at the alarm and it was set for 3:30am... how'd I manage that? Guess because I did it in my sleep. Now I had to take care of the dogs and get myself ready at a whirlwind pace. I hate that!
Okay, so this morning, the husband had the day off, so there was no need to get up early. However, 4am rolled around and I woke up, and never could go back to sleep. **sigh** Now I just layed there 'til 6:20, tossing and turning. And as a result, my butt is dragging now, and it's not even noon. Did I "over sleep" again, in other words, get too much sleep even though it was only 4am?
I really wish we had a normal sleep schedule around our house. In other words, I wish the husband's job consistently required him to be at work at the same time every day, but it's a crap-shoot from one day to the next.
When the alarm went off yesterday morning, I hit the off button, but then just simply could not force myself to move and get up. Normally I spring right out of bed, because if I don't, well, I'm liable to fall back asleep. But I was just soooo tired yesterday. It was too late to hit the snooze button, so I re-set the alarm for 6:30 (an extra 10 minutes), or, at least, I thought I did.
When a noise from the other room made me sit straight up in bed, I knew it was too light in the room to be 6:30. I looked at the clock and it was 7:10 am. EEK!! How did I manage to sleep so late?? I looked at the alarm and it was set for 3:30am... how'd I manage that? Guess because I did it in my sleep. Now I had to take care of the dogs and get myself ready at a whirlwind pace. I hate that!
Okay, so this morning, the husband had the day off, so there was no need to get up early. However, 4am rolled around and I woke up, and never could go back to sleep. **sigh** Now I just layed there 'til 6:20, tossing and turning. And as a result, my butt is dragging now, and it's not even noon. Did I "over sleep" again, in other words, get too much sleep even though it was only 4am?
I really wish we had a normal sleep schedule around our house. In other words, I wish the husband's job consistently required him to be at work at the same time every day, but it's a crap-shoot from one day to the next.
Sweet sight
I saw the sweetest thing the other day. I meant to blog about it sooner, but it slipped my mind (as so many things seem to do these days). Anyway...
I was sitting in Costco's parking lot Sunday morning, waiting for the store to open, and there in front of me, feeding on the dried flowers were dozens of American Golden Finches (picture courtesy of the internet). I wished I'd had a camera with me to take a picture, but alas, that was the very reason I was at Costco, to purchase a new camera. I've often seen these birds, but never more than one or two at a time. To see so many together, going from flower to flower, flitting about like oversized butterflies was too beautiful! I could've sat and watched them all day, had I had the time.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Riddle
Okay, here's a riddle for you...
What's harder than cement but clear as mud?
Answer: trying to figure out my new camera.
Oh,
My,
Gosh!
All I want is something that will take pictures, have a little display screen so I can instantly see them (and most likely delete them), and that's pretty much it.
I didn't know I was getting such a complicated little gadget.
My old Fuji camera wasn't this complicated!
This thing records sound, which I guess is okay if you're recording a short video, but why would I need to record sound for a "still" photo? It's not like the sound is going to be printed when the picture is printed.
And honestly, I never have understood macros and pixels and historgrams. And twice I had to get the dictionary out to look up words while I was reading the manual. Talking about feeling like a dumb-bunny!
If this camera, which wasn't expensive (in my opinion) is this complicated, I can't imagine how complicated the more expensive models are. You almost need a college education just to figure this thing out. I'm thinking that taking one of those photography classes offered through the adult-education program wouldn't be such a bad thing.
What's harder than cement but clear as mud?
Answer: trying to figure out my new camera.
Oh,
My,
Gosh!
All I want is something that will take pictures, have a little display screen so I can instantly see them (and most likely delete them), and that's pretty much it.
I didn't know I was getting such a complicated little gadget.
My old Fuji camera wasn't this complicated!
This thing records sound, which I guess is okay if you're recording a short video, but why would I need to record sound for a "still" photo? It's not like the sound is going to be printed when the picture is printed.
And honestly, I never have understood macros and pixels and historgrams. And twice I had to get the dictionary out to look up words while I was reading the manual. Talking about feeling like a dumb-bunny!
If this camera, which wasn't expensive (in my opinion) is this complicated, I can't imagine how complicated the more expensive models are. You almost need a college education just to figure this thing out. I'm thinking that taking one of those photography classes offered through the adult-education program wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Irony
I was trying to figure out my new Olympus camera (Japanese model/manufacturer), and while looking for the serial number so that I could register it, I noticed below the serial number were the words: Made In China.
Is there anything in this world that ISN'T made in China?
Is there anything in this world that ISN'T made in China?
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Weekend in review
: ) This is a long one...
It was a good weekend. No, make that a GREAT weekend! With the exception of trying to buy a new lawn mower and having to return to work today, things were fabulous.
Friday evening, we stopped at Walmart to look at their lawnmowers. We finally narrowed it down to three different choices, but none of them had a price on them. We looked all around for an employee to help us, but none was to be found. I went to the pharmacy and had them page someone to assist us in lawn & garden. So we waited. And we waited.
Several minutes went by, and nobody showed. In the meantime, I saw something else I wanted to buy in L&G, but had a question about that item also before I committed to purchasing. After several minutes and no sign of help, I sent John to the pharmacy to again have someone paged. So we waited some more. And we waited.
I finally went to the jewelry department, and asked the clerk to page the store manager, as we'd been waiting for 20 minutes. She not only paged the manager, but also again paged for someone to come to L&G. So we waited some more.
Finally, a tottering old man came towards us wearing the familiar blue vest. I said, "finally!" He just blinked and looked at me and replied, "what?". I told him we'd been waiting forever for someone to come help us. "Oh, I can't help you. I just came back here to get something."
What the hell? We tried telling him what we needed help with, but he insisted he was just a door-greeter that day, and wouldn't help us (even though he normally worded in L&G). Can you believe this???? He walked out to the area where the mowers were kept, then came back in and said, "the prices are on the boxes." We walked out and looked, thinking, how had we overlooked this? Yep, the prices for the el-cheap-o's were on the boxes. But the brands we were interested in weren't priced. So much for his help.
I heard the jewelry clerk again page for assistance in L&G, even though we hadn't asked her to. A moment later, a young man (employee) came walking in sans his blue vest. We knew he worked there, and asked him if he could (or rather, WOULD) help us. He explained he was on his lunch break, but still tried to help us. As he was off the clock, he couldn't "log on" to use a price gun (telzon) to scan the prices. I hated having him help us since he was on break. I know first hand what it's like to not get your break around that place because you end up helping people when you should be eating/relaxing. We kept telling him to go eat, but he said he'd find somebody to help us. He did try. We saw him talking to an asst. mgr, but still nobody came to help us. We finally got fed up and left, without purchasing a single item. Walmart's loss turned into Meijer's gain.
We did get a mower at Meijer that was marked down about $70. It was self-propelled, a must if I'm to help cut the grass at any time. We then stopped for dinner at Tumbleweed. Our favorite waitress was working, and we didn't have to wait too long for a booth in her section. She treated us extra special... and I appreciated it. She never charges us for beverages, and this night she provided us with beer mugs, as they're so much larger than the regular drink glasses. She didn't charge us for our dinner salads, and as John & I split a large quesadilla (sp?), our bill was less than $9. I felt guilty and reprimanded our waitress for giving us so much free food. But she knows we'll tip her well, so I guess that's why she does it.
Saturday, I made my first trip out to the Luci Center. Oh, it's just heavenly out there!! I spent about 3 1/2 hours, and it was the most relaxing time I've spent in a long time. Granted, I didn't do a whole lot besides follow others around and watch. But just being in the huge stables and breathing in the sweet smell of hay and horses, petting the beautiful, soft creatures, enjoying the breeze and scenery, all those things relaxed me so! There are almost as many cats running around as there are horses. One cat, as he came out to greet me, I thought to myself, "he has the biggest paws I've ever seen on a cat in my life!". When I bent over to pet him, I looked at his feet and then did a double take. Was I seeing correctly? I looked yet closer and started counting. This cat, while he has four legs, he has six paws. Yes, you heard me correctly. Each of his front legs has two sets of paws. Freakish!, but fascinating.
It will take me a while to learn all the horses names and which name goes with which horse. Right now there are only two that I can easily identify... Pete, the giant Clydesdale, and Pongo, who has leopard spots. The other names will come with time. I go back on Sept. 22nd for an orientation class. I can't wait. I also signed up to possibly help write for their newsletter. I don't know if I'll be able to contribute anything, but I guess I won't know 'til I try. We'll see what 09/22 brings.
When I arrived back home, my fur-babies didn't know what to make of the strange smells on me.
We went to dinner with my f-i-l, and played some cards afterwards. I actually won the first hand... it's a rarity that I ever win when we play Spiteful.
Sunday was bunco day for the women on my dad's side of the family. It was held at my great-aunt's house, and we had two new additions (cousins) to our group, bringing us up to 8 players. We had a great afternoon. I had baked a birthday cake, as my mother's birthday was the next day, and two of the other ladies had birthday in August. I hadn't seen my one cousin in over three years, and the other cousin, I don't know as I'd ever met her before, but she seemed really sweet, and I was glad she came.
I also managed to finally get a new camera. As you may recall, my other digital camera finally bit the dust, permanently. I did find an Olympus that used the same memory cards as my Fuji, so at least I won't have to invest in those. Now if I can only figure out how to use this camera!
Back home, we finally tackled the lawn with the new lawnmower. It seemed to work just perfectly. I mowed while the husband trimmed. We took a dip in the pool afterwards to cool off. Our "backdoor neighbors" had been packing up their house all weekend, as they were moving on monday. So "L" came over to take one last dip in the pool and visit.
Monday was our 19th wedding anniversary. I had taken the day off from work, and since it was John's usual day off, we spent the day together. Sleeping-in was only a fantasy. I got up at my usual time, took care of the fur-babies, then set about making a double batch of a big breakfast. Then I loaded up the picnic basket with paper plates and plastic utensils, grabbed the food and a fruit tray, and we traipsed over to our vacating-neighbors and had breakfast with them before the moving truck arrived. It was such a beautiful morning, so we sat out on their deck and enjoyed the cool air. While sitting there, I noticed the small tree that they'd planted when their daughter was born last year. I asked about them leaving it behind, and they said they'd have to put it in a flower pot and hope for the best. As we had a bush in our flowerbed that had recently died and needed to be taken out, I suggested transplanting their tree to our flower bed until they finally got moved into their new house, then they could replant it their. They were happy with this arrangement... now I just hope they don't hold me liable if the tree doesn't survive in our flowerbed.
Our original plans had been to go for a morning swim, but as it was almost nippy out, we nixed this and instead enjoyed the pool late in the afternoon. We did a little work in the yard, then got cleaned up and ran a couple of errands. Considered going to a movie, but only a couple of them piqued our interest, but both weren't showing until late in the afternoon, so we nixed that plan too. Had lunch at Fazoli's. Dinner at Stony River. Eek!, I could blog about that place, but I'm worn out, so maybe tomorrow.
Now we're both back to work, in the real world. It was all good while it lasted. ; )
It was a good weekend. No, make that a GREAT weekend! With the exception of trying to buy a new lawn mower and having to return to work today, things were fabulous.
Friday evening, we stopped at Walmart to look at their lawnmowers. We finally narrowed it down to three different choices, but none of them had a price on them. We looked all around for an employee to help us, but none was to be found. I went to the pharmacy and had them page someone to assist us in lawn & garden. So we waited. And we waited.
Several minutes went by, and nobody showed. In the meantime, I saw something else I wanted to buy in L&G, but had a question about that item also before I committed to purchasing. After several minutes and no sign of help, I sent John to the pharmacy to again have someone paged. So we waited some more. And we waited.
I finally went to the jewelry department, and asked the clerk to page the store manager, as we'd been waiting for 20 minutes. She not only paged the manager, but also again paged for someone to come to L&G. So we waited some more.
Finally, a tottering old man came towards us wearing the familiar blue vest. I said, "finally!" He just blinked and looked at me and replied, "what?". I told him we'd been waiting forever for someone to come help us. "Oh, I can't help you. I just came back here to get something."
What the hell? We tried telling him what we needed help with, but he insisted he was just a door-greeter that day, and wouldn't help us (even though he normally worded in L&G). Can you believe this???? He walked out to the area where the mowers were kept, then came back in and said, "the prices are on the boxes." We walked out and looked, thinking, how had we overlooked this? Yep, the prices for the el-cheap-o's were on the boxes. But the brands we were interested in weren't priced. So much for his help.
I heard the jewelry clerk again page for assistance in L&G, even though we hadn't asked her to. A moment later, a young man (employee) came walking in sans his blue vest. We knew he worked there, and asked him if he could (or rather, WOULD) help us. He explained he was on his lunch break, but still tried to help us. As he was off the clock, he couldn't "log on" to use a price gun (telzon) to scan the prices. I hated having him help us since he was on break. I know first hand what it's like to not get your break around that place because you end up helping people when you should be eating/relaxing. We kept telling him to go eat, but he said he'd find somebody to help us. He did try. We saw him talking to an asst. mgr, but still nobody came to help us. We finally got fed up and left, without purchasing a single item. Walmart's loss turned into Meijer's gain.
We did get a mower at Meijer that was marked down about $70. It was self-propelled, a must if I'm to help cut the grass at any time. We then stopped for dinner at Tumbleweed. Our favorite waitress was working, and we didn't have to wait too long for a booth in her section. She treated us extra special... and I appreciated it. She never charges us for beverages, and this night she provided us with beer mugs, as they're so much larger than the regular drink glasses. She didn't charge us for our dinner salads, and as John & I split a large quesadilla (sp?), our bill was less than $9. I felt guilty and reprimanded our waitress for giving us so much free food. But she knows we'll tip her well, so I guess that's why she does it.
Saturday, I made my first trip out to the Luci Center. Oh, it's just heavenly out there!! I spent about 3 1/2 hours, and it was the most relaxing time I've spent in a long time. Granted, I didn't do a whole lot besides follow others around and watch. But just being in the huge stables and breathing in the sweet smell of hay and horses, petting the beautiful, soft creatures, enjoying the breeze and scenery, all those things relaxed me so! There are almost as many cats running around as there are horses. One cat, as he came out to greet me, I thought to myself, "he has the biggest paws I've ever seen on a cat in my life!". When I bent over to pet him, I looked at his feet and then did a double take. Was I seeing correctly? I looked yet closer and started counting. This cat, while he has four legs, he has six paws. Yes, you heard me correctly. Each of his front legs has two sets of paws. Freakish!, but fascinating.
It will take me a while to learn all the horses names and which name goes with which horse. Right now there are only two that I can easily identify... Pete, the giant Clydesdale, and Pongo, who has leopard spots. The other names will come with time. I go back on Sept. 22nd for an orientation class. I can't wait. I also signed up to possibly help write for their newsletter. I don't know if I'll be able to contribute anything, but I guess I won't know 'til I try. We'll see what 09/22 brings.
When I arrived back home, my fur-babies didn't know what to make of the strange smells on me.
We went to dinner with my f-i-l, and played some cards afterwards. I actually won the first hand... it's a rarity that I ever win when we play Spiteful.
Sunday was bunco day for the women on my dad's side of the family. It was held at my great-aunt's house, and we had two new additions (cousins) to our group, bringing us up to 8 players. We had a great afternoon. I had baked a birthday cake, as my mother's birthday was the next day, and two of the other ladies had birthday in August. I hadn't seen my one cousin in over three years, and the other cousin, I don't know as I'd ever met her before, but she seemed really sweet, and I was glad she came.
I also managed to finally get a new camera. As you may recall, my other digital camera finally bit the dust, permanently. I did find an Olympus that used the same memory cards as my Fuji, so at least I won't have to invest in those. Now if I can only figure out how to use this camera!
Back home, we finally tackled the lawn with the new lawnmower. It seemed to work just perfectly. I mowed while the husband trimmed. We took a dip in the pool afterwards to cool off. Our "backdoor neighbors" had been packing up their house all weekend, as they were moving on monday. So "L" came over to take one last dip in the pool and visit.
Monday was our 19th wedding anniversary. I had taken the day off from work, and since it was John's usual day off, we spent the day together. Sleeping-in was only a fantasy. I got up at my usual time, took care of the fur-babies, then set about making a double batch of a big breakfast. Then I loaded up the picnic basket with paper plates and plastic utensils, grabbed the food and a fruit tray, and we traipsed over to our vacating-neighbors and had breakfast with them before the moving truck arrived. It was such a beautiful morning, so we sat out on their deck and enjoyed the cool air. While sitting there, I noticed the small tree that they'd planted when their daughter was born last year. I asked about them leaving it behind, and they said they'd have to put it in a flower pot and hope for the best. As we had a bush in our flowerbed that had recently died and needed to be taken out, I suggested transplanting their tree to our flower bed until they finally got moved into their new house, then they could replant it their. They were happy with this arrangement... now I just hope they don't hold me liable if the tree doesn't survive in our flowerbed.
Our original plans had been to go for a morning swim, but as it was almost nippy out, we nixed this and instead enjoyed the pool late in the afternoon. We did a little work in the yard, then got cleaned up and ran a couple of errands. Considered going to a movie, but only a couple of them piqued our interest, but both weren't showing until late in the afternoon, so we nixed that plan too. Had lunch at Fazoli's. Dinner at Stony River. Eek!, I could blog about that place, but I'm worn out, so maybe tomorrow.
Now we're both back to work, in the real world. It was all good while it lasted. ; )
Friday, August 24, 2007
We're moving!
New Mexico here we come! We're leaving it all behind and we're moving into a mobile home, on the fringe of the desert, in the middle of "no place" in New Mexico.
Okay, not really. But I had the darnedest dream last night. John & I just up and moved, no rhyme or reason for doing so. We just woke up one morning and we were standing in the middle of our "new" (used) home. With the exception of one tiny window, all the other windows in our trailer had a window-unit a/c. It was horrible. I couldn't open any of the windows. It was so blasted hot outside and the humidity so high, that there were two de-humidifiers in the bedroom, I suppose that was to keep the horrible, dark paneling from warping and splitting.
Our neighbor across the way was a hulk of a man, big (muscular) and with long hair. I think his name was Bill. But he seemed nice. John was all excited because Bill played for the NFL team out of Chicago... what is that, the Bears? I don't know. Anyway, Bill had invited us all to come to Chicago when football season started and watch a game. He'd get us seats and show us the royal treatment.
This dream (nightmare???) was so random! I woke up asking myself, "what the heck was that all about???"
Okay, not really. But I had the darnedest dream last night. John & I just up and moved, no rhyme or reason for doing so. We just woke up one morning and we were standing in the middle of our "new" (used) home. With the exception of one tiny window, all the other windows in our trailer had a window-unit a/c. It was horrible. I couldn't open any of the windows. It was so blasted hot outside and the humidity so high, that there were two de-humidifiers in the bedroom, I suppose that was to keep the horrible, dark paneling from warping and splitting.
Our neighbor across the way was a hulk of a man, big (muscular) and with long hair. I think his name was Bill. But he seemed nice. John was all excited because Bill played for the NFL team out of Chicago... what is that, the Bears? I don't know. Anyway, Bill had invited us all to come to Chicago when football season started and watch a game. He'd get us seats and show us the royal treatment.
This dream (nightmare???) was so random! I woke up asking myself, "what the heck was that all about???"
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Book review
I just finished reading a book by Nancy Thayer titled "The Hot Flash Club". I had actually purchased it several months ago, but never got past the third chapter. I picked it up again the other day and started over, and managed to complete the whole thing in 3 afternoons.
I found myself frequently laughing out loud, snickering to myself, and my shoulders shaking with mirth as I flipped through the pages.
I loved the camaraderie the four women shared, the problems they helped each other through, and the love and support they gave one another.
I saw a part of myself in each character, and could identify with so many of the problems they faced.
I can't wait to read the sequel!
I found myself frequently laughing out loud, snickering to myself, and my shoulders shaking with mirth as I flipped through the pages.
I loved the camaraderie the four women shared, the problems they helped each other through, and the love and support they gave one another.
I saw a part of myself in each character, and could identify with so many of the problems they faced.
I can't wait to read the sequel!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Holy wars. Uh, I mean holey drawers
One of the frequent arguements in our house is about, of all things, underwear. My husband's almost constant need for new briefs never fails to amaze me. What does he do in his underwear to wear them out so quickly? He will literally wear them 'til they are held together by a thread. He'll probably wring my neck for telling this, but I've seen the man wear underwear with holes in them so large, that he was in danger of losing a testicle should he turn to the side too far, thus causing the material to bind too tightly around his little friend.
Usually these under garments only get tossed whenever I'm able to sneak them into the garbage can without his knowlege, bury them deep under rubbish, and get them out to the dumpster on trash day before he's had a chance to inspect the garbage for treasures I may have thrown away.
As I was putting on a pair of my own undies the other day, I discovered a hole. I reached into the underwear drawer for a different pair, they too had a hole. Okay, what gives? Are the husband's holes contagious?
Seriously, what on earth causes all the holes? It's not like the body parts being covered by the underwear have sharp objects. Do farts burn holes into the material?... okay, in my husband's case, I could understand if that were true.
I recently purchased him three packages of new briefs while at Kohls. Two packs of colored drawers, and a pack of tidy-whities. The un-opened pack of tidy-whities remain on top of my dresser, waiting to be taken back to the store. Why? "Because", the husband declared, "I don't like white underwear anymore."
Oh gimme a break!!!
The holey wars continue.
Usually these under garments only get tossed whenever I'm able to sneak them into the garbage can without his knowlege, bury them deep under rubbish, and get them out to the dumpster on trash day before he's had a chance to inspect the garbage for treasures I may have thrown away.
As I was putting on a pair of my own undies the other day, I discovered a hole. I reached into the underwear drawer for a different pair, they too had a hole. Okay, what gives? Are the husband's holes contagious?
Seriously, what on earth causes all the holes? It's not like the body parts being covered by the underwear have sharp objects. Do farts burn holes into the material?... okay, in my husband's case, I could understand if that were true.
I recently purchased him three packages of new briefs while at Kohls. Two packs of colored drawers, and a pack of tidy-whities. The un-opened pack of tidy-whities remain on top of my dresser, waiting to be taken back to the store. Why? "Because", the husband declared, "I don't like white underwear anymore."
Oh gimme a break!!!
The holey wars continue.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Ouch! My tootsies hurt!
Okay, I don't know what's going on with my feet, but all of a sudden, I've started getting blisters on my toes. The pair of tennies that I wear to go walking, I've had for two or three months, so it's not like they're new and not broken in. A few nights ago, I noticed a blister starting to form on the right, 2nd toe (next to the pinky toe). Saturday night, after completing my three mile walk, it was worse, and then I noticed one starting to form on the same exact toe, on the left foot.
Grrr!
When we went walking last night, I tried wearing a different type of sock. But while getting ready for bed last night, I noticed that I now have yet a third blister forming, this one on the outside edge of my right big toe.
What gives????
Is it the heat of the sidewalk permeating through my shoes? When I walked Saturday night, it was between 10:15 and 11:15, and mighty cool and comfy out. No, I don't think hot pavement is the cause.
Now my toes hurt so bad today, I'm having trouble walking around the office, even in my sandals. **sniff**
Grrr!
When we went walking last night, I tried wearing a different type of sock. But while getting ready for bed last night, I noticed that I now have yet a third blister forming, this one on the outside edge of my right big toe.
What gives????
Is it the heat of the sidewalk permeating through my shoes? When I walked Saturday night, it was between 10:15 and 11:15, and mighty cool and comfy out. No, I don't think hot pavement is the cause.
Now my toes hurt so bad today, I'm having trouble walking around the office, even in my sandals. **sniff**
More enquiring minds...
This is just my observation, and enquiring mind at work.
Have you ever noticed, as we go through our everyday lives... at the grocery, the theater, in our neighborhoods, wherever... we see interracial couples. I don't necessarily mean a black man and white woman (although you don't very often see a white man and black woman), but I mean other cultures inter-marrying. I see many "white" Americans that are married to or are in a relationship with someone who is either Hispanic/Latino, Arab/Indian, Japanese/Chinese (or what we think of as oriental).
But when was the last time you saw a Latino holding hands with a Japanese person? Or a black person holding hands with an Arab?
Seriously! I can't think of a single case of these types of cultural mixing. Yet I see white Americans in these relationships quite frequently.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I have anything against it. But what it brings to my mind is this: It would seem to me that the white-American is more open-minded and less prejudiced than these other cultures claim us to be.
Have you ever noticed, as we go through our everyday lives... at the grocery, the theater, in our neighborhoods, wherever... we see interracial couples. I don't necessarily mean a black man and white woman (although you don't very often see a white man and black woman), but I mean other cultures inter-marrying. I see many "white" Americans that are married to or are in a relationship with someone who is either Hispanic/Latino, Arab/Indian, Japanese/Chinese (or what we think of as oriental).
But when was the last time you saw a Latino holding hands with a Japanese person? Or a black person holding hands with an Arab?
Seriously! I can't think of a single case of these types of cultural mixing. Yet I see white Americans in these relationships quite frequently.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I have anything against it. But what it brings to my mind is this: It would seem to me that the white-American is more open-minded and less prejudiced than these other cultures claim us to be.
Enquiring Minds...
Enquiring minds want to know...
Q:Why is it that whenever we're in a hurry to get someplace, there always seems to be an over-abundance of traffic &/or we seem to catch every traffic light when it's red?
A: I don't know the answer, however, I say, take your time and enjoy the moment of solitude in your car while waiting for that light to change. Look around at the people in the other cars near you, you can actually be quite entertained, if not disgusted.
Example: As I sat waiting for a green light this morning, I observed the young man (mid-20's) in the car behind me. I had on my dark sunglasses, so I doubt he saw me watching him in my rearview mirror. First, he leaned forward towards his own rearview mirror, teeth clenched together, lips pulled back in an odd smile, and turned his head from side to side. I assume he was checking to see if any of his breakfast (or the previous nights dinner?) was still stuck between his teeth. Once he was satisfied nothing clung to his pearly whites, he then proceeded to pick his nose and flick the booger towards the empty passenger seat.
This lead me to the thought, which is the lesser of two evils here?... that he flicked the booger onto the passenger seat so that his next passenger will get it stuck to their pants?, or if he were to consume the booger? This then lead me to...
Q: Do boogers have calories??
A: Again, I have no answer for this question.
Q:Why is it that whenever we're in a hurry to get someplace, there always seems to be an over-abundance of traffic &/or we seem to catch every traffic light when it's red?
A: I don't know the answer, however, I say, take your time and enjoy the moment of solitude in your car while waiting for that light to change. Look around at the people in the other cars near you, you can actually be quite entertained, if not disgusted.
Example: As I sat waiting for a green light this morning, I observed the young man (mid-20's) in the car behind me. I had on my dark sunglasses, so I doubt he saw me watching him in my rearview mirror. First, he leaned forward towards his own rearview mirror, teeth clenched together, lips pulled back in an odd smile, and turned his head from side to side. I assume he was checking to see if any of his breakfast (or the previous nights dinner?) was still stuck between his teeth. Once he was satisfied nothing clung to his pearly whites, he then proceeded to pick his nose and flick the booger towards the empty passenger seat.
This lead me to the thought, which is the lesser of two evils here?... that he flicked the booger onto the passenger seat so that his next passenger will get it stuck to their pants?, or if he were to consume the booger? This then lead me to...
Q: Do boogers have calories??
A: Again, I have no answer for this question.
Happy Monday
Okay, the title of this blog is a lie. It isn't a happy Monday, for that matter, it really wasn't even that happy of a weekend.
Friday evening, and even early on Saturday, I was so up-beat, I couldn't wait 'til I could get to a computer today so I could blog about the wonderful vacation we were headed on in a couple of weeks. Even when the breakfast at Panera that was planned with a few of my gal pals kindly fell apart when two of them baled on me, didn't dampen my spirits (much).
But then, just before noon time, things started to fall apart. I still had hopes of salvaging our week of vacation, but by 5pm, it was obvious that our travel plans were completely ruined, and that we would just be staying home that week. I was so bummed out. I just went and flopped on the bed and let my tears soak into the pillow.
I had plans to go out that evening with the girls, and I was so down in the dumps, I seriously considered backing out of it. But as the time to leave drew near, and they started calling, I thought to myself, this is probably just what I need. An evening out with the girls will lift my spirits.
But yet, it didn't happen.
The food was good, even if the waitress did suck! The camaraderie was good, yet, I just wasn't happy. One of the girls even put the question to me: "Are you ever happy?"
I'm sure several of you out there in blogger land wonder the same thing, to which I replied, YES... I am happy, but not 24-7. Who is?? I can't help it if life just seems to be constantly dealing us some sucky blows. Why should I be happy about things that are obviously not going well for me(us)???
Oh, the husband has to have knee surgery and be off work for several weeks and we'll have to live on disability.... I think I'll just be happy about it.... NOT!
Or, the a/c went out when the temperatures outside are in the 90's and the house feels like a sauna... I think I'll just be happy about it... NOT!
I could go on and on, but why bother, you've heard it all before. But back to the question, am I ever happy? Yes.
I'm happy when my children greet me at the door with wagging tails and I don't come home to find some catastrophe in the house.
I'm happy when I wake up in the mornings without back ache.
I'm happy when things that I've worked hard on and planned out in great detail go according to plan.
Okay, 'nuff of my griping... for now.
Friday evening, and even early on Saturday, I was so up-beat, I couldn't wait 'til I could get to a computer today so I could blog about the wonderful vacation we were headed on in a couple of weeks. Even when the breakfast at Panera that was planned with a few of my gal pals kindly fell apart when two of them baled on me, didn't dampen my spirits (much).
But then, just before noon time, things started to fall apart. I still had hopes of salvaging our week of vacation, but by 5pm, it was obvious that our travel plans were completely ruined, and that we would just be staying home that week. I was so bummed out. I just went and flopped on the bed and let my tears soak into the pillow.
I had plans to go out that evening with the girls, and I was so down in the dumps, I seriously considered backing out of it. But as the time to leave drew near, and they started calling, I thought to myself, this is probably just what I need. An evening out with the girls will lift my spirits.
But yet, it didn't happen.
The food was good, even if the waitress did suck! The camaraderie was good, yet, I just wasn't happy. One of the girls even put the question to me: "Are you ever happy?"
I'm sure several of you out there in blogger land wonder the same thing, to which I replied, YES... I am happy, but not 24-7. Who is?? I can't help it if life just seems to be constantly dealing us some sucky blows. Why should I be happy about things that are obviously not going well for me(us)???
Oh, the husband has to have knee surgery and be off work for several weeks and we'll have to live on disability.... I think I'll just be happy about it.... NOT!
Or, the a/c went out when the temperatures outside are in the 90's and the house feels like a sauna... I think I'll just be happy about it... NOT!
I could go on and on, but why bother, you've heard it all before. But back to the question, am I ever happy? Yes.
I'm happy when my children greet me at the door with wagging tails and I don't come home to find some catastrophe in the house.
I'm happy when I wake up in the mornings without back ache.
I'm happy when things that I've worked hard on and planned out in great detail go according to plan.
Okay, 'nuff of my griping... for now.
Friday, August 17, 2007
She had sex!
A most curious little woman came into the funeral home this afternoon. She was about 1/2 my height (or at least, it seemed that way). She had not one tooth in her head as far as I could tell. Her hair was shorter than mine usually is... I don't know if she likes to wear hers that way or maybe has gone through chemo (I'm sure these are things people will wonder about me come next March). Anyway, she was a bit of a spit-fire!
Initially she asked me about the date her grandfather died. I looked it up for her, and then that lead to a several more questions, and then it led to a whole plethora of information about her relatives that I really didn't need or want to know. She started rattling off relatives names and how many children each of them had had. She mentioned one aunt had sex. I'm sure she meant "six", but she pronounced it sex just the same. It was all I could do to keep a straight face and keep from saying, "well, she must've had in order to have all those kids!"
Initially she asked me about the date her grandfather died. I looked it up for her, and then that lead to a several more questions, and then it led to a whole plethora of information about her relatives that I really didn't need or want to know. She started rattling off relatives names and how many children each of them had had. She mentioned one aunt had sex. I'm sure she meant "six", but she pronounced it sex just the same. It was all I could do to keep a straight face and keep from saying, "well, she must've had in order to have all those kids!"
Blown away!
Hope everyone weathered the storm last night (pun intended!). My goodness, it just seemed to come out of nowhere! We were very fortunate that our home/property didn't sustain any damage. Some of the rafts were blown out of the pool, the giant beach ball ended up on the deck of the house twodoors down, the resin table and umbrella were blown over and the lid to the fireplace was blown off, but everything is still in good working order.
Some of my neighbors didn't fair so well. The house right next to us lost several pieces of siding. Some of the others on our street had some siding that bowed out, but remained in place. The neighbor behind us, their down-spout came loose and their grill was moved around on their deck.
I think the worst damage occurred to the house caddy-corner behind us. I didn't see it happen, but as I kept going from one window to the next, the front, to the side, to the back of the house, watching the storm and all it's fury, I suddenly noticed that things didn't look quite right back there. Then it dawned on me that the gigantic, decorative pear tree that grew at the corner of their house was no longer quite so gigantic.
It was without a doubt the largest pear tree I've ever seen, and it had such a pretty shape to it. But no more. About 1/3 of the tree remains, another 1/3 is on the house, and another 1/3 is across the deck. Fortunately, they weren't home when it happened, no windows were broken, and the roof didn't cave-in.
All in all, we can all be thankful that nobody was hurt and no serious damage was done.
Some of my neighbors didn't fair so well. The house right next to us lost several pieces of siding. Some of the others on our street had some siding that bowed out, but remained in place. The neighbor behind us, their down-spout came loose and their grill was moved around on their deck.
I think the worst damage occurred to the house caddy-corner behind us. I didn't see it happen, but as I kept going from one window to the next, the front, to the side, to the back of the house, watching the storm and all it's fury, I suddenly noticed that things didn't look quite right back there. Then it dawned on me that the gigantic, decorative pear tree that grew at the corner of their house was no longer quite so gigantic.
It was without a doubt the largest pear tree I've ever seen, and it had such a pretty shape to it. But no more. About 1/3 of the tree remains, another 1/3 is on the house, and another 1/3 is across the deck. Fortunately, they weren't home when it happened, no windows were broken, and the roof didn't cave-in.
All in all, we can all be thankful that nobody was hurt and no serious damage was done.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Quitting Time
QUITTING TIME
The older I get and the more stairs I climb,
I find myself humming, time after time.
To block out the noise of my aging knees,
Creaking and popping as if to say "Please!".
"Enough of this torture, stop climbing these stairs!
If you keep it up, that's more wear and tear."
But alas I must climb, to reach the top,
And only then, will I stop.
But alas the time comes to go back down
This makes me happy, now I don't frown.
An easier trip than the one before,
Do you know the time? It's half past 4.
The older I get and the more stairs I climb,
I find myself humming, time after time.
To block out the noise of my aging knees,
Creaking and popping as if to say "Please!".
"Enough of this torture, stop climbing these stairs!
If you keep it up, that's more wear and tear."
But alas I must climb, to reach the top,
And only then, will I stop.
But alas the time comes to go back down
This makes me happy, now I don't frown.
An easier trip than the one before,
Do you know the time? It's half past 4.
Travelin'
Vacation time is coming up. Yes, after the husband has been off work for two months this summer, he has two weeks of vacation coming up. Of course, we really won't be able to afford to do much or go very far, as his time off from work and us trying to survive on STD was really draining. But regardless, we're going to attempt to get away, if only for three or four days.
We've been kicking around several destinations, but haven't really decided on any yet. I don't want to keep going back to the Smoky Mnts., as much as I love them, I want to see other parts of this great country.
On the list of possible areas to visit: Hot Springs, Ark., Hershey, Penn., Pensacola area, Flo., or maybe north to Wisconsin or possibly the Chicago area. Aside from having passed through Arkansas a couple of years ago, we've never really been to any of these destinations.
I stopped at AAA yesterday to get some travel books. I've been comparing some hotel rates listed in AAA vs. on-line sites like Orbitz, Priceline, Travelocity, etc., and AAA is by far less expensive, so I think I'll stick with showing my little gold/black card and getting my discount.
Traveling with a pet is proving once again to be tricky. Some hotels allow pets, but with restrictions. Restrictions like dog height, or weight, or age. Guess what? My dog(s) tend to surpass most height/weight restrictions. Age, maybe/maybe not. Some places don't want pups, others don't want older.
I just hope we're able to decide on a destination and can afford decent accomodations for a couple of nights. It's paramount to my sanity that I get away for a while.
We've been kicking around several destinations, but haven't really decided on any yet. I don't want to keep going back to the Smoky Mnts., as much as I love them, I want to see other parts of this great country.
On the list of possible areas to visit: Hot Springs, Ark., Hershey, Penn., Pensacola area, Flo., or maybe north to Wisconsin or possibly the Chicago area. Aside from having passed through Arkansas a couple of years ago, we've never really been to any of these destinations.
I stopped at AAA yesterday to get some travel books. I've been comparing some hotel rates listed in AAA vs. on-line sites like Orbitz, Priceline, Travelocity, etc., and AAA is by far less expensive, so I think I'll stick with showing my little gold/black card and getting my discount.
Traveling with a pet is proving once again to be tricky. Some hotels allow pets, but with restrictions. Restrictions like dog height, or weight, or age. Guess what? My dog(s) tend to surpass most height/weight restrictions. Age, maybe/maybe not. Some places don't want pups, others don't want older.
I just hope we're able to decide on a destination and can afford decent accomodations for a couple of nights. It's paramount to my sanity that I get away for a while.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Top stories of the year (2006)
1. The President of a large company was fired after nine months, because he lacked intellectual leadership. He received a $26 million severance package.
2. Police in California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line, shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up."
3. Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money," the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"
4. Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, an hour east of Bakersfield, California, some folks, new to boating, were having a problem. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get their brand new 22ft going. It was very sluggish in almost every maneuver, no matter how much power was applied. After about an hour of trying to make it go, they putted to a nearby marina, thinking someone there could tell them what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed everything in perfect working condition. The engine ran fine, the outdrive went up and down, the prop was the correct size and pitch. So, one of the marine guys jumped into the water to check underneath, he came up choking on water, he was laughing so hard. Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer.
2. Police in California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them in the police line, shouting, "Please come out and give yourself up."
3. Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money," the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"
4. Last summer, down on Lake Isabella, an hour east of Bakersfield, California, some folks, new to boating, were having a problem. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get their brand new 22ft going. It was very sluggish in almost every maneuver, no matter how much power was applied. After about an hour of trying to make it go, they putted to a nearby marina, thinking someone there could tell them what was wrong. A thorough topside check revealed everything in perfect working condition. The engine ran fine, the outdrive went up and down, the prop was the correct size and pitch. So, one of the marine guys jumped into the water to check underneath, he came up choking on water, he was laughing so hard. Under the boat, still strapped securely in place, was the trailer.
Now You Know Everything!
Thought you knew it all? Did you know the following...?
1. Rubberbands last longer when refrigerated.
2. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.
3. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.
4. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
5. A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.
6. There are more chickens in the world than people.
7. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey.
8. The longest one syllable word in the English language is "screeched".
9. On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag.
10. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.
11. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".
12. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.
13. Almonds are a member of the peach family.
14. Maine is the only state with just one syllable.
15. There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.
16. Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula"
17. A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
18. An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.
19. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.
20. In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10.
21. A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.
22. A gold fish has a memory span of three seconds.
23. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.
24. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
25. The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.
26. In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.
27. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
28. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.
29. "Stewardessess" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand.
Now, you know... everything!
1. Rubberbands last longer when refrigerated.
2. Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.
3. There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.
4. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
5. A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.
6. There are more chickens in the world than people.
7. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey.
8. The longest one syllable word in the English language is "screeched".
9. On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag.
10. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.
11. "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".
12. All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.
13. Almonds are a member of the peach family.
14. Maine is the only state with just one syllable.
15. There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.
16. Los Angeles' full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula"
17. A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
18. An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.
19. Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.
20. In most advertisements, the time displayed on a watch is 10:10.
21. A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.
22. A gold fish has a memory span of three seconds.
23. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.
24. It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
25. The giant squid has the largest eyes in the world.
26. In England, the Speaker of the House is not allowed to speak.
27. The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.
28. There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.
29. "Stewardessess" is the longest word that is typed with only the left hand.
Now, you know... everything!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Laundry assistant
My digital camera is now officially dead. Not only does the display screen not work, but now it won't even take a picture at all. I've tried fresh batteries, a different photo-card. Nothing. Nadda. **sigh** I'll either have to suck it up and buy a new camera, or suck it up even more and revert back to using the 35mm camera that requires, **gulp**, FILM! Horror of horrors!
Anyway...
I was doing some laundry the other night, and Eliott, my 140 lb. baby boy came plodding down the hallway to supervise me. I opened the door to the dryer and inside was a load of dog-towels that I had washed. There's very little point in trying to fold these, except for the really long bath-sheets, as they just get piled on top of the dog crate. But I usually attempt to stack them neatly until they get pulled down onto the floor by Olivia. After that, assuming they even get picked up, then they're just thrown into a heap on top of the crate.
Eliott showed no signs of leaving my side and seemed quite interested in what I was doing. I pulled the first towel out of the dryer and draped it across his back like a saddle blanket. I truly thought he'd try to pull it off, as he normally does when I do that to him, but he just stood there looking up at me with his expressive eyes. I pulled another towel and draped it over the first. Still he stood there.
I continued to drape one towel after another across his back until he had a bulky "hump", making him look like some kind of miniature camel. Still he just stood there and looked up at me with trusting eyes. I would have loved to have taken a picture of him, but as I said, the camera is history. So this little memory will have to live on in my mind's eye.
Anyway...
I was doing some laundry the other night, and Eliott, my 140 lb. baby boy came plodding down the hallway to supervise me. I opened the door to the dryer and inside was a load of dog-towels that I had washed. There's very little point in trying to fold these, except for the really long bath-sheets, as they just get piled on top of the dog crate. But I usually attempt to stack them neatly until they get pulled down onto the floor by Olivia. After that, assuming they even get picked up, then they're just thrown into a heap on top of the crate.
Eliott showed no signs of leaving my side and seemed quite interested in what I was doing. I pulled the first towel out of the dryer and draped it across his back like a saddle blanket. I truly thought he'd try to pull it off, as he normally does when I do that to him, but he just stood there looking up at me with his expressive eyes. I pulled another towel and draped it over the first. Still he stood there.
I continued to drape one towel after another across his back until he had a bulky "hump", making him look like some kind of miniature camel. Still he just stood there and looked up at me with trusting eyes. I would have loved to have taken a picture of him, but as I said, the camera is history. So this little memory will have to live on in my mind's eye.
More Fishwrapper excerpts
The Nativity Scene: A 7-year old child was drawing a picture of the Nativity. The picture was very good, including Mary, Joseph and, of course, baby Jesus.
However, there was a fat man standing in the corner of the stable, that just did not seem to fit in. When the child was asked about it, she replied, "Oh, that's Round John Virgin."
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My husband, John, was attempting to build a patio for the first time. He bought 100 cement blocks. Laying them out in a pattern, he discovered the chosen area was too small.
He stacked the blocks against the house and cleared more space. The next day John put the cement blocks back down, only to find that the ground was too hard to keep the patio level.
He ordered a truckload of sand to be delivered the following morning. Again he stacked the 100 blocks against the house.
Observing all this, our next-door neighbor asked, "John, are you going to put your patio away every night?"
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Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents?
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If money doesn't grow on trees, then why do banks have branches?
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Someone in our neighborhood put a huge sofa out by the curb for trash collection. Since it was in good shape, many motorists slowed down for a look. But when they saw how enormous it was, they'd leave.
Eventually, a compact car pulled up, and two men got out.
"This I've got to see," I thought.
They removed the cushions, turned the sofa upside down, and shook it hard. Then they picked up all the coins that tumbled out and drove off.
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Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double-pane energy-efficient kind.
But this week I got a call from the contractor who installed them, complaining that his work had been completed a whole year ago, and I had yet to pay for them.
Boy oh boy, did we go around!
I proceeded to tell him just what his fast talking sales guy had told me last year: namely, that in one year the windows would pay for themselves.
There was silence on the other end of the line, so I just hung up... and I've not heard back.
Guess I won that argument!
However, there was a fat man standing in the corner of the stable, that just did not seem to fit in. When the child was asked about it, she replied, "Oh, that's Round John Virgin."
***************
My husband, John, was attempting to build a patio for the first time. He bought 100 cement blocks. Laying them out in a pattern, he discovered the chosen area was too small.
He stacked the blocks against the house and cleared more space. The next day John put the cement blocks back down, only to find that the ground was too hard to keep the patio level.
He ordered a truckload of sand to be delivered the following morning. Again he stacked the 100 blocks against the house.
Observing all this, our next-door neighbor asked, "John, are you going to put your patio away every night?"
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Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents?
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If money doesn't grow on trees, then why do banks have branches?
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Someone in our neighborhood put a huge sofa out by the curb for trash collection. Since it was in good shape, many motorists slowed down for a look. But when they saw how enormous it was, they'd leave.
Eventually, a compact car pulled up, and two men got out.
"This I've got to see," I thought.
They removed the cushions, turned the sofa upside down, and shook it hard. Then they picked up all the coins that tumbled out and drove off.
*****************
Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double-pane energy-efficient kind.
But this week I got a call from the contractor who installed them, complaining that his work had been completed a whole year ago, and I had yet to pay for them.
Boy oh boy, did we go around!
I proceeded to tell him just what his fast talking sales guy had told me last year: namely, that in one year the windows would pay for themselves.
There was silence on the other end of the line, so I just hung up... and I've not heard back.
Guess I won that argument!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Puppy Size
I'm reprinting this story I read in The Fishwrapper newspaper...
"Danielle keeps saying it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times," mother told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied mother.
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."
"I know... we have seen most of them," mother said in frustrations.
Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
"Well, did you find one?" asked mom.
"No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other and shook their heads.
"You never know when we will get more dogs. There's always a good supply," said the volunteer.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with Danielle. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom said.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and Danielle carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
"Mom, this is it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," Mom said.
"No not size... the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her daughter, she did a little of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
"Danielle keeps saying it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times," mother told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied mother.
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for."
"I know... we have seen most of them," mother said in frustrations.
Just then Danielle came walking into the office.
"Well, did you find one?" asked mom.
"No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other and shook their heads.
"You never know when we will get more dogs. There's always a good supply," said the volunteer.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with Danielle. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom said.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and Danielle carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
"Mom, this is it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," Mom said.
"No not size... the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.
"Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug her daughter, she did a little of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
The New Alphabet
A is for apple, and B is for boat,
That used to be right, but now it won't float!
Age before beauty is what we once said,
But let's be a bit more realist instead.
Now:
A's for arthritis;
B's the bad back,
C is the chest pains, perhaps cardiac?
D is for dental decay and decline,
E is for eyesight... can't read that top line!
F is for fissures and water retention
G is for gas, which I'd rather not mention.
H is for high blood pressure... I'd prefer low;
I for incision with scars you can show.
J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend,
K is for knees that crack when they bend.
L is lost hearing... now what did you say?
M is memory lapses occurring all day.
N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low;
O is for osteo, the bones that don't grow!
P for prescriptions, I have quite a few;
Just give me a pill and I'll be good as new!
Q is for queasy. Is it fatal or flu?
R is for reflux... one meal turns to two.
S for sleepless nights, counting my fears,
T for tinnitus; there are bells in my ears!
U is for upper respiratory, the oxygen is getting low;
V is for vertigo... that's "dizzy", you know.
W is for worry. NOW what's going 'round?
X is for x-ray and what might be found.
Y is another year I'm left here behind,
Z is for zest that I still have... in my mind.
I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed,
and I've kept twenty-six doctors fully employed.
author unknown
That used to be right, but now it won't float!
Age before beauty is what we once said,
But let's be a bit more realist instead.
Now:
A's for arthritis;
B's the bad back,
C is the chest pains, perhaps cardiac?
D is for dental decay and decline,
E is for eyesight... can't read that top line!
F is for fissures and water retention
G is for gas, which I'd rather not mention.
H is for high blood pressure... I'd prefer low;
I for incision with scars you can show.
J is for joints, out of socket, won't mend,
K is for knees that crack when they bend.
L is lost hearing... now what did you say?
M is memory lapses occurring all day.
N is neuralgia, in nerves way down low;
O is for osteo, the bones that don't grow!
P for prescriptions, I have quite a few;
Just give me a pill and I'll be good as new!
Q is for queasy. Is it fatal or flu?
R is for reflux... one meal turns to two.
S for sleepless nights, counting my fears,
T for tinnitus; there are bells in my ears!
U is for upper respiratory, the oxygen is getting low;
V is for vertigo... that's "dizzy", you know.
W is for worry. NOW what's going 'round?
X is for x-ray and what might be found.
Y is another year I'm left here behind,
Z is for zest that I still have... in my mind.
I've survived all the symptoms, my body's deployed,
and I've kept twenty-six doctors fully employed.
author unknown
Weekend in review
I spent several hours in the pool Saturday afternoon, luxuriating in the perfect water... not too hot, not too cold. Just minutes after I finally emerged, the husband came home and got in. While he napped on a raft, I ran to the store. It was the first opportunity I'd had to drive his vehicle since getting some major mechanical work done on it (with more yet to be done when the funds allow). Aside from a little bouncing action whenever I'd brake, it almost felt like driving a new car. Or at least, if felt pretty good for a vehicle that's almost 10 years old. John has fussed and moaned about getting all this work done to it, but after much arguing, I finally convinced him it was cheaper than buying a new auto. As long as we don't run out of duct-tape so he can keep patching the hole in the driver's seat, we'll be alright.
Sunday, I went to visit my great-aunt in Indiana. I spent 3 hours pouring over some old family photos I had copied, making sure I had the correct names written on the back, and she told me some (factual) stories about relatives no longer with us and filled-in some gaps on things I knew or thought I knew. We then played three rounds of Aggravation, where she beat me twice. I had to quit while I was behind. She and I have a "date" in September, while I'm on vacation. We're going to drive to Harrison Co., Ind., where several generations of the family have lived, died, and/or are buried there.
Before I left, she loaned me several editions of a small, bi-monthly newspaper out of Lancaster Co., PA (Mennonite country). She has a nephew that lives there that had sent them to his dad, who in turn gave them to her. The newspaper is called "The Fishwrapper". I started reading them today, and while a few stories have almost brought tears to my eyes, for the most part, they've made me laugh out loud. My co-worker and I have taken turns reading aloud from this newspaper. I may have to subscribe to it!
I hope the Fishwrapper doesn't mind, but I'm going to re-print a few of these items in some separate blogs.
All in all, it was a good weekend!!
Sunday, I went to visit my great-aunt in Indiana. I spent 3 hours pouring over some old family photos I had copied, making sure I had the correct names written on the back, and she told me some (factual) stories about relatives no longer with us and filled-in some gaps on things I knew or thought I knew. We then played three rounds of Aggravation, where she beat me twice. I had to quit while I was behind. She and I have a "date" in September, while I'm on vacation. We're going to drive to Harrison Co., Ind., where several generations of the family have lived, died, and/or are buried there.
Before I left, she loaned me several editions of a small, bi-monthly newspaper out of Lancaster Co., PA (Mennonite country). She has a nephew that lives there that had sent them to his dad, who in turn gave them to her. The newspaper is called "The Fishwrapper". I started reading them today, and while a few stories have almost brought tears to my eyes, for the most part, they've made me laugh out loud. My co-worker and I have taken turns reading aloud from this newspaper. I may have to subscribe to it!
I hope the Fishwrapper doesn't mind, but I'm going to re-print a few of these items in some separate blogs.
All in all, it was a good weekend!!
Dueling growls...
I was taking my Bootsy to the vet the other day, and stopped for a traffic light. A man pulled up behind me, riding a motorcycle. He was inches from my bumper, and without a helmet, so for Bootsy new, he had just walked right up to the back of our car.
She immediately started growling at him through the back window. The rider revved the engine on his Harley, making it seem to growl back at her. She then proceeded to start barking and growling some more. I finally called her to come to the front of the vehicle where I petted her and tried to console her. This lasted for about 2 seconds when she again turned her attention to the "growling" man behind us.
She again began growling, trying to out-do his growl. I told her to give it up, as he was louder than her. I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed the rider start to laugh.
I'm glad she could make his day.
She immediately started growling at him through the back window. The rider revved the engine on his Harley, making it seem to growl back at her. She then proceeded to start barking and growling some more. I finally called her to come to the front of the vehicle where I petted her and tried to console her. This lasted for about 2 seconds when she again turned her attention to the "growling" man behind us.
She again began growling, trying to out-do his growl. I told her to give it up, as he was louder than her. I glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed the rider start to laugh.
I'm glad she could make his day.
Friday, August 10, 2007
My gal-pals
I've mentioned my gal-pals on a few occasions here lately. Over the past couple of years, I've come to treasure them and hold them dear to me. Some I treasure more than others, but hey, that's life! I've no doubt we (yes, me included... BIG TIME!) sometimes get on one anothers nerves or we roll our eyes at something one of us has said or done, but that's also a part of what endears us to one another. I accept them and their quirks, and they accept me and my many quirks.
In the past, I've always hesitated to make close friends. The couple of times I have, something usually happens and the friendship either dissolves, leaving me sad and in tears, or it just eventually cools off to where we become acquaintances, usually because one of us has moved away and the friendship became "inconvenient".
I think I blogged about this once before, if so, forgive me for repeating myself... almost two years ago, I was invited to a neighbor's house to play bunco with some of the other girls. I barely knew any of them, but couldn't come up with an excuse quick enough to get out of going. What the heck? It was one evening out of my life, so I went. I had a ball. I've not missed a bunco night since then. Our bunco group has grown from six to ten. This number may fall as some of them move away (very soon), or then again, it may grow with the influx of new neighbors we've had lately.
Regardless, a few of us enjoy getting together at other times as well, whether it's to take a walk around the neighborhood, make a trip to get ice cream, or have a munchy-night with just the girls. I value these good times we have. We listen to each others sorrows, joyful news, trade recipes, house/pet sit for one another, and check-in on one another in bad health.
Every woman should have a group of gal-pals she can count on.
In the past, I've always hesitated to make close friends. The couple of times I have, something usually happens and the friendship either dissolves, leaving me sad and in tears, or it just eventually cools off to where we become acquaintances, usually because one of us has moved away and the friendship became "inconvenient".
I think I blogged about this once before, if so, forgive me for repeating myself... almost two years ago, I was invited to a neighbor's house to play bunco with some of the other girls. I barely knew any of them, but couldn't come up with an excuse quick enough to get out of going. What the heck? It was one evening out of my life, so I went. I had a ball. I've not missed a bunco night since then. Our bunco group has grown from six to ten. This number may fall as some of them move away (very soon), or then again, it may grow with the influx of new neighbors we've had lately.
Regardless, a few of us enjoy getting together at other times as well, whether it's to take a walk around the neighborhood, make a trip to get ice cream, or have a munchy-night with just the girls. I value these good times we have. We listen to each others sorrows, joyful news, trade recipes, house/pet sit for one another, and check-in on one another in bad health.
Every woman should have a group of gal-pals she can count on.
Taking the high road
Several times this morning, I've started a blog, only to delete it and start over, only to delete that one as well.
It's no secret, I love a good detective story or who-dun-it? mystery. I should've been a detective! Well, all those shows I've watched and those novels I've read haven't gone for naught. Yesterday, I went 'net surfing for something, but kept hitting a brick wall. I kept asking myself, "how can I find what I'm looking for?" It wasn't like I could go to google and search for it. Then I put on my thinking cap and got into "detective mode", and low and behold, I found what I was looking for in less than two minutes.
Hind sight is 20/20 they say. Unfortunately, what I discovered opened up a Pandora's Box, and now I'm struggling with something I discovered about someone I know. I won't go into details, it's just too complicated, and besides, I don't want to stoop to their level.
At first I was angered, shocked and in disbelief. My first reaction was to go punch their lights out, or at the very least, send a nasty email. But then I calmed down. I thought about it. Discussed it with my gal-pals and finally laughed about it. I've decided to take the high road and disregard what I've learned, and chalk it up to that person having a case of petty jealousy. After learning even more about that person this morning, I'm truly starting to feel sorry for them.
If anything, my knowledge of what I've learned has empowered me in ways that that person will never know.
Last night as the girls and I set out on our walk, a rainbow appeared in the sky. I think it was a sign that I could overcome this. I'm now doing my best to take that negative and turn it into a positive.
I'll let you know in a few months just how positive.
Have a great weekend everyone!
It's no secret, I love a good detective story or who-dun-it? mystery. I should've been a detective! Well, all those shows I've watched and those novels I've read haven't gone for naught. Yesterday, I went 'net surfing for something, but kept hitting a brick wall. I kept asking myself, "how can I find what I'm looking for?" It wasn't like I could go to google and search for it. Then I put on my thinking cap and got into "detective mode", and low and behold, I found what I was looking for in less than two minutes.
Hind sight is 20/20 they say. Unfortunately, what I discovered opened up a Pandora's Box, and now I'm struggling with something I discovered about someone I know. I won't go into details, it's just too complicated, and besides, I don't want to stoop to their level.
At first I was angered, shocked and in disbelief. My first reaction was to go punch their lights out, or at the very least, send a nasty email. But then I calmed down. I thought about it. Discussed it with my gal-pals and finally laughed about it. I've decided to take the high road and disregard what I've learned, and chalk it up to that person having a case of petty jealousy. After learning even more about that person this morning, I'm truly starting to feel sorry for them.
If anything, my knowledge of what I've learned has empowered me in ways that that person will never know.
Last night as the girls and I set out on our walk, a rainbow appeared in the sky. I think it was a sign that I could overcome this. I'm now doing my best to take that negative and turn it into a positive.
I'll let you know in a few months just how positive.
Have a great weekend everyone!
New obsession!
I blogged a few months ago that I had become obsessed with the game Sudoku.
Well, in this past week, I've traded one addiction for another.
I'm now totally enthralled with the game Futoshiki.
I've yet to see any puzzle books for the game in the stores, so I guess I'll have to make-do playing on-line. At least, for now. I suppose once the rest of the world catches on to this game, then the market will be flooded with those puzzle books.
Well, in this past week, I've traded one addiction for another.
I'm now totally enthralled with the game Futoshiki.
I've yet to see any puzzle books for the game in the stores, so I guess I'll have to make-do playing on-line. At least, for now. I suppose once the rest of the world catches on to this game, then the market will be flooded with those puzzle books.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Nation of complainers
I know I complain a lot, it's what I do best. ; )
All seriousness aside though, I'm not alone. We're a nation of fickle people, we complain and argue about the price of this/that, then turn around and purchase something that totally makes no sense.
We complain about a gallon of gas, yet don't mind paying $1 or more for a 16oz bottle of water.
We (or at least, I do) complain if a 2-ltr of soda costs more than a buck, yet I'll pay nearly $2 for a fountain drink, which is 1/2 ice to begin with.
We complain about the cost of a scoop of ice cream from the ice cream stand, yet you can get a 1/2 gal. of the store brand (what I normally buy!) for the same amount, if not less.
We complain about the amount of our house payment, which shelters us everyday of the month, yet if we go on a little vacation, we don't mind spending as much in 3 or 4 days for a hotel as what we'd spend on our mortgage payment.
We complain about the cost of groceries to feed a family of 4 or 5 for a week, yet we think nothing of going to a restaurant and spending more on dinner for 2 than what a weeks worth of groceries cost.
We complain about the cost of cable t.v., which provides us with umpteen channels/choices and can "entertain" the entire family, yet we think nothing of dropping $50, $75, $100 or more on a single ticket to a concert or the theater, to be entertained for a couple of hours.
As I said, we're a nation of complaining, fickle people.
Sign me,
Proud to be an American!
All seriousness aside though, I'm not alone. We're a nation of fickle people, we complain and argue about the price of this/that, then turn around and purchase something that totally makes no sense.
We complain about a gallon of gas, yet don't mind paying $1 or more for a 16oz bottle of water.
We (or at least, I do) complain if a 2-ltr of soda costs more than a buck, yet I'll pay nearly $2 for a fountain drink, which is 1/2 ice to begin with.
We complain about the cost of a scoop of ice cream from the ice cream stand, yet you can get a 1/2 gal. of the store brand (what I normally buy!) for the same amount, if not less.
We complain about the amount of our house payment, which shelters us everyday of the month, yet if we go on a little vacation, we don't mind spending as much in 3 or 4 days for a hotel as what we'd spend on our mortgage payment.
We complain about the cost of groceries to feed a family of 4 or 5 for a week, yet we think nothing of going to a restaurant and spending more on dinner for 2 than what a weeks worth of groceries cost.
We complain about the cost of cable t.v., which provides us with umpteen channels/choices and can "entertain" the entire family, yet we think nothing of dropping $50, $75, $100 or more on a single ticket to a concert or the theater, to be entertained for a couple of hours.
As I said, we're a nation of complaining, fickle people.
Sign me,
Proud to be an American!
My MasterCard commercial
Large ice cream cone: $1.90
Gas used to drive 40 minutes to the ice cream stand: $4.00
Time spent with just your girlfriends: PRICELESS!
Gas used to drive 40 minutes to the ice cream stand: $4.00
Time spent with just your girlfriends: PRICELESS!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Kitchen monitor
I dropped my digital camera, for what I thought was the final time. It hit the concrete floor of the garage with a loud, hard THUD! Why little pieces didn't go flying everywhere I'll never know, but it remained intact. But that's not to say that it continues to function.... properly.
The small display screen no longer works. It now only shows a white screen with a few lines running through it. You can only view what you're about to snap the old fashioned way, through the view-finder. And you can forget viewing what you just shot so that you can delete it in a hurry if it's a crappy picture.
Honestly I didn't think the camera would work at all now.
So on a whim, I took these photos of my little "kitchen monitor", Olivia. She is so inquisitive of everything I do, especially when I'm in the kitchen. I was rearranging some pill bottles in our "medicine cabinet" this morning, no food was involved, but she monitored my work very closely all the same. First she watched me from my left, then she came around and watched me from my right.Her little face is on perfect level with the kitchen counter as you can see. I just sat the camera on the counter and shot her.
I just love my little kitchen monitor!
Now I wonder, should I invest in a new camera? This one still takes good pictures (except for the bad ones due to the photographer... moi!), but I really do like that little display screen so you can instantly see your photos.
Decisions, decisions...
Fan Club
Want to join my Fan Club? It's super easy to do, and there is very little required. All you have to do is turn off your air conditioning, assuming it hasn't already gone on the blink, and turn on every fan in the house on high and hold on to everything that isn't nailed down, because if you don't, the wind tunnel you've created in your house will send papers, dust bunnies, and other light-weight items flying hither and yon. In addition to the 4 ceiling fans we already had spinning, the 1 tower fan, 1 box fan, and 1 small oscillating fan, we went out last night and bought 2 more fans. It feels like tornado alley in our house now.
**sigh**
Needless to say, out a/c still isn't functioning properly. Apparently though, whatever our problem is, it seems to be contagious. When I arrived at work yesterday, I was informed one of my co-workers wouldn't be coming in to work, as she had to stay home and wait for the a/c repairman to come to her house and fix her a/c which had died over the weekend (hers still wasn't fixed as of this morning either!). Then, shortly after the start of our business day, today, the central a/c unit for the funeral home decided it needed to crap-out also!
Ugh! It seems we can't escape it! It would seem as if we're going to have to start a Fan Club at work as well. **sigh**
Well, on the positive side of things... the coils that went bad, or whatever the problem is with our home unit, is covered under warranty. Yea!, finally some good news.
However, it was so late yesterday when the tech finally arrived to work on it and diagnose the problem, that they couldn't order the part 'til this morning, so most likely we're looking at Wednesday afternoon before it's fixed.
Ugh!, one more day of this! :~(
**sigh**
Needless to say, out a/c still isn't functioning properly. Apparently though, whatever our problem is, it seems to be contagious. When I arrived at work yesterday, I was informed one of my co-workers wouldn't be coming in to work, as she had to stay home and wait for the a/c repairman to come to her house and fix her a/c which had died over the weekend (hers still wasn't fixed as of this morning either!). Then, shortly after the start of our business day, today, the central a/c unit for the funeral home decided it needed to crap-out also!
Ugh! It seems we can't escape it! It would seem as if we're going to have to start a Fan Club at work as well. **sigh**
Well, on the positive side of things... the coils that went bad, or whatever the problem is with our home unit, is covered under warranty. Yea!, finally some good news.
However, it was so late yesterday when the tech finally arrived to work on it and diagnose the problem, that they couldn't order the part 'til this morning, so most likely we're looking at Wednesday afternoon before it's fixed.
Ugh!, one more day of this! :~(
Monday, August 06, 2007
Change of plans
Sometimes, all you can say is "life sucks", and that pretty well sums things up.
All week long (last week) I had been looking forward to Saturday (4th), and not just because it was the weekend. I had plans to accompany a friend to the Luci Center where she volunteers. If things worked out as I hoped they would, I had hopes of becoming a volunteer also.
The Luci Center works with children and some adults with physical, emotional and learning disabilities through the use of hippotherapy, or rather, through the use of horseback riding.
I love being around horses. But seldom in my life have I had the opportunity. The over-priced, 30-60 minute trail rides, and one, 2-session lesson have made up most of my exposure to these wonderful creatures. I'm a novice, I admit it. I envy those that are fortunate to have the space and means to have their own horse. That is a dream of mine, one of these days....
Anyway, as I said, all week long I'd been looking forward to this. But then Friday morning, things started going awry. My back, which has been feeling pretty darned good for many weeks (if not months) now, was aching when I got up. I thought that perhaps I'd just "slept wrong" and the kinks would work themselves out as I moved around. But they didn't. The aching got worse as the day wore on.
I hadn't been to p.t. in 2 weeks, as the doctor was getting ready to "cut me loose" so to speak. Had I not had any problems that day, then my already scheduled appointment for that evening would've probably been my last. But that was not to be.
I arrived and did my warm-up in the wobble-chair, but it didn't seem to loosen me up as it normally did, instead hurting with each wobble. I got onto the decompression table, and by the end of the 30 minutes, I was in so much pain, I couldn't move. I tried to roll onto my side, but the pain was too intense, and it brought tears to my eyes. It took 2 men to get me up off the table.
Normally, once I'm done decompressing, I get adjusted by the doctor, then I'm sent on my merry way. This time though, because the pain was so acute, I was treated with the electrical stimulation and a heating pad, the vibra-cusser (sp?), and another gizmo, on top of what the doctor did to me. I had to call my husband to come get me and drive me home.
So needless to say, I had to cancel my plans for Saturday. Forget that the jarring of the horse (assuming I would even get to ride) wouldn't have helped my situation, but I seriously doubt I could've climbed onto one, much less tolerated the jarring.
This morning, while I'm considerably better than I was on Friday, I'm still not as good as I was prior to then. If the pain persists, or spikes again, I guess I'll be seeking another epidural... or worse. **gulp**
All week long (last week) I had been looking forward to Saturday (4th), and not just because it was the weekend. I had plans to accompany a friend to the Luci Center where she volunteers. If things worked out as I hoped they would, I had hopes of becoming a volunteer also.
The Luci Center works with children and some adults with physical, emotional and learning disabilities through the use of hippotherapy, or rather, through the use of horseback riding.
I love being around horses. But seldom in my life have I had the opportunity. The over-priced, 30-60 minute trail rides, and one, 2-session lesson have made up most of my exposure to these wonderful creatures. I'm a novice, I admit it. I envy those that are fortunate to have the space and means to have their own horse. That is a dream of mine, one of these days....
Anyway, as I said, all week long I'd been looking forward to this. But then Friday morning, things started going awry. My back, which has been feeling pretty darned good for many weeks (if not months) now, was aching when I got up. I thought that perhaps I'd just "slept wrong" and the kinks would work themselves out as I moved around. But they didn't. The aching got worse as the day wore on.
I hadn't been to p.t. in 2 weeks, as the doctor was getting ready to "cut me loose" so to speak. Had I not had any problems that day, then my already scheduled appointment for that evening would've probably been my last. But that was not to be.
I arrived and did my warm-up in the wobble-chair, but it didn't seem to loosen me up as it normally did, instead hurting with each wobble. I got onto the decompression table, and by the end of the 30 minutes, I was in so much pain, I couldn't move. I tried to roll onto my side, but the pain was too intense, and it brought tears to my eyes. It took 2 men to get me up off the table.
Normally, once I'm done decompressing, I get adjusted by the doctor, then I'm sent on my merry way. This time though, because the pain was so acute, I was treated with the electrical stimulation and a heating pad, the vibra-cusser (sp?), and another gizmo, on top of what the doctor did to me. I had to call my husband to come get me and drive me home.
So needless to say, I had to cancel my plans for Saturday. Forget that the jarring of the horse (assuming I would even get to ride) wouldn't have helped my situation, but I seriously doubt I could've climbed onto one, much less tolerated the jarring.
This morning, while I'm considerably better than I was on Friday, I'm still not as good as I was prior to then. If the pain persists, or spikes again, I guess I'll be seeking another epidural... or worse. **gulp**
Oven-roaster 5000
Remember back about 14 months ago I was blogging about our new a/c unit, which we'd dubbed the Meat-locker 5000? Well, over the weekend, the temperatures outside soared, the humidity was horrid, and our Meat-locker 5000 turned into an Oven-roaster 5000, as it suddenly stopped cooling our house.
Am I happy? What do you think?
The inside temperature wouldn't fall below 82 degrees, and it was a muggy 82 at that. When you've got 3 giant dogs inside, panting away, it makes that 82 feel much warmer. And it makes it stink. The dog-smell was amplified big-time. I admit, my dogs are whimps where the weather is concerned. They don't like it too hot or cold.
One of our neighbors was gracious enough to offer use of their window unit. It's a very small unit, but it was better than nothing. We installed it in the kitchen window. While I'd have loved to have it in the bedroom, blowing right on me, I figured my k-9 babies needed it worse than I did, since they would be home during the heat of the day when things were at their worst.
I called Bryant A/C right at 8 am, and hopefully they'll be there between 12-3, and it won't be anything majorly wrong with the unit. With the forecasted temperatures nearing 100 degrees this week, I'd hate to have to check in to a hotel with all three dogs.
Am I happy? What do you think?
The inside temperature wouldn't fall below 82 degrees, and it was a muggy 82 at that. When you've got 3 giant dogs inside, panting away, it makes that 82 feel much warmer. And it makes it stink. The dog-smell was amplified big-time. I admit, my dogs are whimps where the weather is concerned. They don't like it too hot or cold.
One of our neighbors was gracious enough to offer use of their window unit. It's a very small unit, but it was better than nothing. We installed it in the kitchen window. While I'd have loved to have it in the bedroom, blowing right on me, I figured my k-9 babies needed it worse than I did, since they would be home during the heat of the day when things were at their worst.
I called Bryant A/C right at 8 am, and hopefully they'll be there between 12-3, and it won't be anything majorly wrong with the unit. With the forecasted temperatures nearing 100 degrees this week, I'd hate to have to check in to a hotel with all three dogs.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Tar-zhay
I mentioned in a previous blog that I had to invest in a new blow-dryer this week, which I purchased at "stuffmart". Well, the husband and I went into Tar-zhay a couple of nights later, which really isn't one of my favorite stores, there is only 1 item that they carry that I can't find elsewhere, so when I go there, it's typically for that one item.
Anyway, the item I needed was just past the hair accessory aisle, so as I passed it, I glanced down the aisle, and spotted the very same dryer I'd just purchased. On a whim, I went over, just to see what Tar-zhay's price was. Holy crap! It was $15.00 more!!!! And I hadn't even purchased my dryer on sale, but at it's everyday price. How do these stores justify such a difference in price for identical items???
Anyway, the item I needed was just past the hair accessory aisle, so as I passed it, I glanced down the aisle, and spotted the very same dryer I'd just purchased. On a whim, I went over, just to see what Tar-zhay's price was. Holy crap! It was $15.00 more!!!! And I hadn't even purchased my dryer on sale, but at it's everyday price. How do these stores justify such a difference in price for identical items???
Thursday, August 02, 2007
S.I. Swimsuit model... not!
I know I'm not a candidate for the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, but gimme a break! There are a lot worse sights to see in a swimsuit than moi.
One of our neighbors behaves in a very odd manner whenever we're in our pool. At first I thought it was coincidental, then I started to take offense, now I just take perverse pleasure in messing with them.
We had our pool long before our next door neighbor ever moved in. So it's not like they didn't know there would be sun-bathers in the yard next to them.
Whenever I go out to get in the pool, if anybody is at home next door, then without fail, within 5 minutes, they've closed all the doors, windows and blinds on the back and side of their house that faces ours.
Like I said, the first few times I noticed it happening, I just thought it was coincidence. They're closing up the house and turning on the air at the hottest time of the day, which coincides with when I'd get in the pool.
But then I noticed that they'd do the same thing, even if we got in the pool late in the evenings or, and here's what really made me take notice... say I'd spend some time in the pool, then get out and go in the house for a little while, perhaps to eat something or throw in a load of laundry, and then maybe after a half an hour, go back out to the pool. When I'd get back in the pool, I'd see that they had opened all their blinds/curtains back up, but then again, within 5 minutes of my re-entry into the pool, they'd again be closed.
Now I was slightly offended.
But hey, why should I be offended? I've done nothing wrong. We're not being loud and disruptive. We're not wearing skimpy swimwear. If anything, my swimsuit covers more of my bod than some of my regular clothes. And just as a courtesy to them, we've not gone skinny-dipping, or fatty-flopping if you prefer, in several years.
These people never, and I do mean never, set foot in their backyard as long as we're in the pool. We used to try and respect their "yard time". Example, if they had company over in the evenings and were out on their patio, there have been times we've started to get in the pool, but as soon as we step out our backdoor and see them out there, we alter our plans and stay inside, allowing them to entertain guests without us splashing around a few feet away.
But last night, I said to heck with 'em!
I decided at 8:30 to get in the pool. I donned my suit, grabbed my towel, and headed out back. As I was getting in the pool, I noticed that the man next door was mowing his lawn. Oh well! I got in the pool anyway. If he didn't like it, he could leave his yard half mowed 'til I decided to go back inside.
We've lived there longer. We have seniority. It's a free country. If they don't like it, keep closing the blinds and stay inside!
One of our neighbors behaves in a very odd manner whenever we're in our pool. At first I thought it was coincidental, then I started to take offense, now I just take perverse pleasure in messing with them.
We had our pool long before our next door neighbor ever moved in. So it's not like they didn't know there would be sun-bathers in the yard next to them.
Whenever I go out to get in the pool, if anybody is at home next door, then without fail, within 5 minutes, they've closed all the doors, windows and blinds on the back and side of their house that faces ours.
Like I said, the first few times I noticed it happening, I just thought it was coincidence. They're closing up the house and turning on the air at the hottest time of the day, which coincides with when I'd get in the pool.
But then I noticed that they'd do the same thing, even if we got in the pool late in the evenings or, and here's what really made me take notice... say I'd spend some time in the pool, then get out and go in the house for a little while, perhaps to eat something or throw in a load of laundry, and then maybe after a half an hour, go back out to the pool. When I'd get back in the pool, I'd see that they had opened all their blinds/curtains back up, but then again, within 5 minutes of my re-entry into the pool, they'd again be closed.
Now I was slightly offended.
But hey, why should I be offended? I've done nothing wrong. We're not being loud and disruptive. We're not wearing skimpy swimwear. If anything, my swimsuit covers more of my bod than some of my regular clothes. And just as a courtesy to them, we've not gone skinny-dipping, or fatty-flopping if you prefer, in several years.
These people never, and I do mean never, set foot in their backyard as long as we're in the pool. We used to try and respect their "yard time". Example, if they had company over in the evenings and were out on their patio, there have been times we've started to get in the pool, but as soon as we step out our backdoor and see them out there, we alter our plans and stay inside, allowing them to entertain guests without us splashing around a few feet away.
But last night, I said to heck with 'em!
I decided at 8:30 to get in the pool. I donned my suit, grabbed my towel, and headed out back. As I was getting in the pool, I noticed that the man next door was mowing his lawn. Oh well! I got in the pool anyway. If he didn't like it, he could leave his yard half mowed 'til I decided to go back inside.
We've lived there longer. We have seniority. It's a free country. If they don't like it, keep closing the blinds and stay inside!
Genealogy
Have you ever tried doing any genealogy work before? It can be a full-time job if you're not careful. You get so involved, you lose all track of time. The more you dig, the more answers you find, but then that also creates more questions.
It's a never-ending job. After all, we (or rather, our ancestors) didn't just fall from the sky. I've tried doing some work on all sides of my family. My s-i-l has done quite a bit on my husband's side, so I haven't dabbled over there... why duplicate the work?
I found quite a bit on my maternal-grandfather's side of the family on-line where somebody else had already traced them back about 17 generations or so. That was farther than I would've ever hoped to find anyone.
My maternal-grandmother's side hasn't been as easy. They are "SMITH'S"... good grief!, everybody has a Smith in their family somewhere. It's harder to trace such a common name, just for that very reason. I've only found info as far back as my great-great-grandparents... I was hitting brick wall after brick wall, and finally put it to rest for a while.
I recently started doing some poking around on my father's side of the family. I found where someone had done work on-line for his paternal grandmother's side, the GERDONS (yes, of Gerdon Auto Sales in Corydon, Ind.).
But as for the Deutsch, Lefler, Langdon, Kintner, Pease, and Haas families, I'm not finding much of anything (on-line that is). I suppose it's going to require me taking a day or two of vacation and going to Corydon and pounding the pavement and nosing around the library.
Sometimes I wish I'd never started this madness, as it is addicting. But then when I consider there are worse things to be consumed with, it's not that bad of an addiction after all.
It's a never-ending job. After all, we (or rather, our ancestors) didn't just fall from the sky. I've tried doing some work on all sides of my family. My s-i-l has done quite a bit on my husband's side, so I haven't dabbled over there... why duplicate the work?
I found quite a bit on my maternal-grandfather's side of the family on-line where somebody else had already traced them back about 17 generations or so. That was farther than I would've ever hoped to find anyone.
My maternal-grandmother's side hasn't been as easy. They are "SMITH'S"... good grief!, everybody has a Smith in their family somewhere. It's harder to trace such a common name, just for that very reason. I've only found info as far back as my great-great-grandparents... I was hitting brick wall after brick wall, and finally put it to rest for a while.
I recently started doing some poking around on my father's side of the family. I found where someone had done work on-line for his paternal grandmother's side, the GERDONS (yes, of Gerdon Auto Sales in Corydon, Ind.).
But as for the Deutsch, Lefler, Langdon, Kintner, Pease, and Haas families, I'm not finding much of anything (on-line that is). I suppose it's going to require me taking a day or two of vacation and going to Corydon and pounding the pavement and nosing around the library.
Sometimes I wish I'd never started this madness, as it is addicting. But then when I consider there are worse things to be consumed with, it's not that bad of an addiction after all.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Blooms
A friend of mine that I used to work with at my former job, recently opened her own business here in the 'Grange. She's been wanting to do this for a number of years, probably for as long as I've known her.
A couple of weeks ago, a lady came into the office to make some pre-arrangements for herself and said she absolutely wanted her flowers done by this girl
and and handed our arranger a business card for the new floral shop in town.
The store had just opened a couple of days prior, so I was unaware of it. The arranger recognized the florist's name as that of my friend, and brought the card to me. I was so thrilled for her!! I delighted in ripping off the post-it that was stuck to my phone with the other local florists phone number and taping her business card in it's place.
I've only been too happy to refer call-ins looking for a florist to her new establishment.
Today she stopped by and brought me a small vase of fresh flowers as a "thank you" for the referrals.
Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of person that orders or sends flowers, but I'll happily send as much business her way as I possibly can.
Congratulations Sherry!!
A couple of weeks ago, a lady came into the office to make some pre-arrangements for herself and said she absolutely wanted her flowers done by this girl
and and handed our arranger a business card for the new floral shop in town. The store had just opened a couple of days prior, so I was unaware of it. The arranger recognized the florist's name as that of my friend, and brought the card to me. I was so thrilled for her!! I delighted in ripping off the post-it that was stuck to my phone with the other local florists phone number and taping her business card in it's place.
I've only been too happy to refer call-ins looking for a florist to her new establishment.
Today she stopped by and brought me a small vase of fresh flowers as a "thank you" for the referrals.
Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of person that orders or sends flowers, but I'll happily send as much business her way as I possibly can.
Congratulations Sherry!!
Differences of opinions
I've been surfing the 'net looking for possible campgrounds to stay at when I go with the girls this fall. I was reading some customer, or rather campers reviews on one place in particular, and couldn't help but laugh. There were two reviews posted, and they were complete 180's of each other.
One camper loved the place, said it was clean and the staff friendly, had been going there for years and looked forward to going back.
Sounded good to me.
The next camper complained because there was no smoking allowed, no alcohol allowed, no washing of vehicles or rv's, and complained because the park's owner kept patrolling the campgrounds and would fuss at children that were disruptive to other campers.
Hmm, sounded even better to me!
It wouldn't hurt my feelings to go someplace that didn't allow smoking or alcohol. And who goes on vacation just to wash their vehicle anyway? All it does is make a muddy mess in the campground for others to have to traipse through. And if the owner patrols the park, I say "Good", and if they get after disruptive children, I say, "Great!"
Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-child. But sometimes it's obvious the parents aren't paying attention or doing anything to keep their kids in-line.
This park sounds like heaven to me.
One camper loved the place, said it was clean and the staff friendly, had been going there for years and looked forward to going back.
Sounded good to me.
The next camper complained because there was no smoking allowed, no alcohol allowed, no washing of vehicles or rv's, and complained because the park's owner kept patrolling the campgrounds and would fuss at children that were disruptive to other campers.
Hmm, sounded even better to me!
It wouldn't hurt my feelings to go someplace that didn't allow smoking or alcohol. And who goes on vacation just to wash their vehicle anyway? All it does is make a muddy mess in the campground for others to have to traipse through. And if the owner patrols the park, I say "Good", and if they get after disruptive children, I say, "Great!"
Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-child. But sometimes it's obvious the parents aren't paying attention or doing anything to keep their kids in-line.
This park sounds like heaven to me.
Last nights Bats game
Last night we experienced one of the worst times we've ever had at a Bats game... even worse than a couple of years ago when "Pumpkin" kept kicking the back of my seat.
I know what many of you are thinking: Doesn't this woman ever have a happy thought or do anything besides complain?
To that I reply: Yes, I do. Look back a few blogs to the wonderful weekend I had. THERE!!
Okay, so last night was gov't. employee appreciation night, or something like that. Because of my husband's association with the f.d., he was able to get us 2 tickets, which also included a free hotdog and small soda for each of us.
I figured the seats would be the crap-seats because when we went last year, they really were the worst seats. This year, while on the opposite side of the park, the seats just as bad, as there was a big yellow pole blocking our view.
I had no desire to eat a ballpark hotdog, as I like mine burned, well-done, and let's face it, they don't grill their hotdogs at the ballpark. I opted for a pork bbq sandwich and baked potato. Terribly over-priced, but totally delicious! John went to get his free dog & drink. We sat at a picnic table, in the shade, and enjoyed a breeze that totally made you forget how stifling hot and humid it was out there.
Now my husband is not an especially picky eater, but his freeby hotdog disgusted even him. It looked pale, as if it were straight out of the package, and even worse, he said it was barely warm, like they hadn't finished cooking it. He took one bite and spit it out, then threw it all away. The drink was very small, and not so good either. But what do you expect?, it was a Pepsi product.
While we were sitting there, waiting for the game to start, John's aunt, her daughter-in-law and 2 grandkids happened by. They sat down and joined us for a bit before heading on to their crap-seats on the other side of the park. From where we sat, while the breeze was nice, you really couldn't see much of the game, so we finally headed to our seats. However, the way they were numbered, it was slightly confusing, and we tried to evict a woman and her baby from our seats, only to discover that we were in the wrong section. How embarrassing!!! We moved over to the next section only to find that again our seats were already taken. This time the family readily moved, as they knew they weren't where they should be. As it turned out, the woman knew John (or at least, she thought she knew him), as she'd grown up in the same neighborhood as him when they were kids. They chitty-chatted for a couple of minutes, and as we were sitting down and she was walking off, she said, "It was good seeing you again, enjoy the game Kenny." I couldn't help but laugh to myself and said, "Yeah Kenny, sit down and enjoy the game." The reason this was so humorous is that Kenny is John's older brother. There's a slight resemblance, but not that much. Their coloring is different, their size is different, and their personalities are different. I didn't quite understand how anyone could confuse the two of them, but oh well.
We took our seats and kind of looked at each other. Egads they were small. We felt crammed into the seats, our arms overlapped each other something awful and kept elbowing one another. Our seats had a concrete wall directly behind them which was nice in that I had no one back there kicking my seat, but it totally blocked that wonderful riverfront breeze. It was stifling. I couldn't take one young man's case of b.o., so we finally got up to seek out other seats.
Our picnic table was now occupied, so we settled on some seats right about the lawn. They were nice in that there was only 1 row, meaning nobody in front or behind you, you got the full effect of the breeze, and our view was unobstructed. But somehow, I'd already lost interest in the game before us, so I took out my puzzle book and worked some Sudoku puzzles for the next two hours. We left before the game was over.
I've decided that I'll not take part in anymore freeby tickets from the f.d. I'm quite spoiled with the wonderful seats my company provides or the ones we get when we go with the church group.
I know what many of you are thinking: Doesn't this woman ever have a happy thought or do anything besides complain?
To that I reply: Yes, I do. Look back a few blogs to the wonderful weekend I had. THERE!!
Okay, so last night was gov't. employee appreciation night, or something like that. Because of my husband's association with the f.d., he was able to get us 2 tickets, which also included a free hotdog and small soda for each of us.
I figured the seats would be the crap-seats because when we went last year, they really were the worst seats. This year, while on the opposite side of the park, the seats just as bad, as there was a big yellow pole blocking our view.
I had no desire to eat a ballpark hotdog, as I like mine burned, well-done, and let's face it, they don't grill their hotdogs at the ballpark. I opted for a pork bbq sandwich and baked potato. Terribly over-priced, but totally delicious! John went to get his free dog & drink. We sat at a picnic table, in the shade, and enjoyed a breeze that totally made you forget how stifling hot and humid it was out there.
Now my husband is not an especially picky eater, but his freeby hotdog disgusted even him. It looked pale, as if it were straight out of the package, and even worse, he said it was barely warm, like they hadn't finished cooking it. He took one bite and spit it out, then threw it all away. The drink was very small, and not so good either. But what do you expect?, it was a Pepsi product.
While we were sitting there, waiting for the game to start, John's aunt, her daughter-in-law and 2 grandkids happened by. They sat down and joined us for a bit before heading on to their crap-seats on the other side of the park. From where we sat, while the breeze was nice, you really couldn't see much of the game, so we finally headed to our seats. However, the way they were numbered, it was slightly confusing, and we tried to evict a woman and her baby from our seats, only to discover that we were in the wrong section. How embarrassing!!! We moved over to the next section only to find that again our seats were already taken. This time the family readily moved, as they knew they weren't where they should be. As it turned out, the woman knew John (or at least, she thought she knew him), as she'd grown up in the same neighborhood as him when they were kids. They chitty-chatted for a couple of minutes, and as we were sitting down and she was walking off, she said, "It was good seeing you again, enjoy the game Kenny." I couldn't help but laugh to myself and said, "Yeah Kenny, sit down and enjoy the game." The reason this was so humorous is that Kenny is John's older brother. There's a slight resemblance, but not that much. Their coloring is different, their size is different, and their personalities are different. I didn't quite understand how anyone could confuse the two of them, but oh well.
We took our seats and kind of looked at each other. Egads they were small. We felt crammed into the seats, our arms overlapped each other something awful and kept elbowing one another. Our seats had a concrete wall directly behind them which was nice in that I had no one back there kicking my seat, but it totally blocked that wonderful riverfront breeze. It was stifling. I couldn't take one young man's case of b.o., so we finally got up to seek out other seats.
Our picnic table was now occupied, so we settled on some seats right about the lawn. They were nice in that there was only 1 row, meaning nobody in front or behind you, you got the full effect of the breeze, and our view was unobstructed. But somehow, I'd already lost interest in the game before us, so I took out my puzzle book and worked some Sudoku puzzles for the next two hours. We left before the game was over.
I've decided that I'll not take part in anymore freeby tickets from the f.d. I'm quite spoiled with the wonderful seats my company provides or the ones we get when we go with the church group.
Inquiring Minds...
As I was driving through LaGrange yesterday, I was forced to come to a stop in the middle of the road while a young mother carried her infant across the street. It was a black woman/baby. I wouldn't mention their race, except that it was because of the child's black skin, creating quite a contrast against it's white diaper and undershirt.
This contrast lead my mind down the path of inquiry to this:
Why are all baby diapers white?
I know they make diapers with little characters on the waistband, but seriously, I've never seen diapers (as a whole) that have any kind of color to them (unless they're extremely soiled).
Why not sell variety packages of neon colors, pastels, or primary color diapers? Or packages of single colors, pink or blue?
It's just a thought.
This contrast lead my mind down the path of inquiry to this:
Why are all baby diapers white?
I know they make diapers with little characters on the waistband, but seriously, I've never seen diapers (as a whole) that have any kind of color to them (unless they're extremely soiled).
Why not sell variety packages of neon colors, pastels, or primary color diapers? Or packages of single colors, pink or blue?
It's just a thought.
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