I am so pissed off I could slap the paint off a wall. I just had a run in with a young guy who thinks it's OK to leave his brown Lab, locked in his car with the windows down about 3 ", and his sun roof open, in this heat, while he either shops or works. I am serious. I called 911 and they said I'd have to take the dog or be responsible for it, if they came and let it out so I went into the store next to it--Tylers-- and asked at the counter if anyone had left their dog outside in a white Acura MDX. A guy said "That's my friend's dog" and I told him " You better tell your friend to get that dog before I call 911 again " and up comes the friend.
Whaaaaaaat a jerk. He's all "What's your problem , lady?" and I told him exactly what my problem was--his dog-- and that if he didn't care about his dog, I did. He got a all mouthy with me as he walked out the door and waited for me to disappear. I didn't. I sat right there with my phone in my hand. I gave him time to pull out and he didn't, so I hit call for 911. I checked my phone and it was already 95 degrees and I was sweaty in the shade. Dude...you want a pissing contest, I'll give you one. Smarty pants sat there until his friend said " She's giving them your plate number", he yells "OK..OK" and pulls out. Since I figure he's just going to go around the block, wait for me to leave and possibly come right back, I sat there and waited for the Po-Po's, and by now, I'm steaming mad.
Up drives a Po-Po car, I fill him in and he just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. When I told him Mr. Pet Lover said "Lady don't you have something better to do than this", I assured him "Nope. Nothing that can't wait-- to save your dog's life, moron" and the cop just howled. I passed on a few more of moron's choice words and he was real impressed--almost as much as me. Then up drives a second two man Po-Po car!! OK...now I'm really loving this. Both have the guys plate number and I saw them looking around for him, as I left. Moral of the story: If you do something dumb and someone calls you on it--own it, dumb ass, and don't mess with an old lady.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Have we changed?
Here's my big question to today: In the age of personal media, have our brains changed physically and do we act the same way people did prior to all this immediate access to world wide information? Lofty, no? Rather unlike myself but this really has me thinking.
Back in our grandparent's generation--post Victorian era--did people cheat the way they do today, did they lie, murder, and steal, and do unspeakably horrific things and nobody knew about it since communication here around the world took forever? Was a handshake really as good as a signed contract? I know in any generation, there's always the rule breakers and the rule followers, but I wonder if there was any more cheating then, than there is today? (Hang on to the part about brain changes--I'm getting there.)
Cut to the 50's and most of our parents generation. I know cheating and the rest were frowned upon for men, and for women it was far worse--thank you, double standard--but look at what all went on in Hollywood and even in your neighborhood and among your parent's friends? Liz and Dick? Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fischer? Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn? The list is endless. With the advent of TV, did our brains change at all by watching this new fangled contraption vs. listening to the radio, like our parents had done? Did looking and listening, change our brains at all? Were any new neuro synaptic pathways created as a result? Did anyone go blind or die, from watching American Bandstand??
Our generation: Reportedly we all destroyed our brains with drugs, alcohol, sex (Woodstock, Haight Ashbury, LSD, Jimi Hendrix, etc.) so basically we know our brains are toast--or at least anyone who did that back in the day. Forget any new neuro pathways--we're lucky if we have the ones we were born with after all that tuning in and dropping out. Cheating and the rest? What's that???
Our kids generation: This bunch has some of what I suspect is different brain anatomy due to cell phones, texting, X-box, Atari, global paparazzi, and the advent of social media--FB, My Space, Google and all the newer sites. They are wired out the kazoo and have given birth to, or ultimately will, little wire heads as well. They don't have a clue what it's like not to have had cell phones, computers, computer games, and the rest, so I have no doubt that if we compared their brains and mine, certain parts of theirs would light up like a Christmas tree while mine would look like a dead strand of Christmas lights--for lots of reasons! Pzzzst. Black out. As for cheating? According to People Magazine, they do. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, sex, and food, are all the trendier addictions, so clearly they are participating in those, and I'm not thinking a handshake on a drug deal means much to a pusher, so forget that idea.
Just what I think...how's about you?? I know with every generation, social and societal things change...but have WE changed, is the $64,000 question??
Back in our grandparent's generation--post Victorian era--did people cheat the way they do today, did they lie, murder, and steal, and do unspeakably horrific things and nobody knew about it since communication here around the world took forever? Was a handshake really as good as a signed contract? I know in any generation, there's always the rule breakers and the rule followers, but I wonder if there was any more cheating then, than there is today? (Hang on to the part about brain changes--I'm getting there.)
Cut to the 50's and most of our parents generation. I know cheating and the rest were frowned upon for men, and for women it was far worse--thank you, double standard--but look at what all went on in Hollywood and even in your neighborhood and among your parent's friends? Liz and Dick? Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fischer? Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn? The list is endless. With the advent of TV, did our brains change at all by watching this new fangled contraption vs. listening to the radio, like our parents had done? Did looking and listening, change our brains at all? Were any new neuro synaptic pathways created as a result? Did anyone go blind or die, from watching American Bandstand??
Our generation: Reportedly we all destroyed our brains with drugs, alcohol, sex (Woodstock, Haight Ashbury, LSD, Jimi Hendrix, etc.) so basically we know our brains are toast--or at least anyone who did that back in the day. Forget any new neuro pathways--we're lucky if we have the ones we were born with after all that tuning in and dropping out. Cheating and the rest? What's that???
Our kids generation: This bunch has some of what I suspect is different brain anatomy due to cell phones, texting, X-box, Atari, global paparazzi, and the advent of social media--FB, My Space, Google and all the newer sites. They are wired out the kazoo and have given birth to, or ultimately will, little wire heads as well. They don't have a clue what it's like not to have had cell phones, computers, computer games, and the rest, so I have no doubt that if we compared their brains and mine, certain parts of theirs would light up like a Christmas tree while mine would look like a dead strand of Christmas lights--for lots of reasons! Pzzzst. Black out. As for cheating? According to People Magazine, they do. Drugs, alcohol, gambling, sex, and food, are all the trendier addictions, so clearly they are participating in those, and I'm not thinking a handshake on a drug deal means much to a pusher, so forget that idea.
Just what I think...how's about you?? I know with every generation, social and societal things change...but have WE changed, is the $64,000 question??
Monday, August 6, 2012
I smell Latex
Ta dah.... the hallway is painted and I did most of it before a certain someone decided to help. I knew he wouldn't be able to stand it, if I got everything started. Man, it already looks a thousand times better but the blue tape is still on it so I can go around and do the last edges and corners. I've decided underwear painting is the way to go and with my fan perched in the hallway, it's not too shabby. The hard part is painting in latex gloves since you can't ruin your freshly done nails with paint. Are you nuts?? Your hands tend to sweat inside that airless void, and when you raise your arms to paint, guess where it goes?? Down your arm. Total gross out even with powdered gloves. I may have to let my hands go au naturel on the next area I pick.
The down side of all this painting is, my house smells like feet....and sort of stinky ones at that. I'd forgotten the funk smell of latex -- I am more of an enamel girl myself. Oh, yeah baby...a cheapo high if that's how you roll and it's only fun if someone else (hired) is painting. There's no way in Gotham City I'd ever paint with enamel, though--too hard. Every little brush stroke shows, which explains why painters spray it on where they can and where they can't.... aww, hell they do it anyway. You know they do.
As I close, I am considering painting a stripe down Sister's back so she'll look like this.
The down side of all this painting is, my house smells like feet....and sort of stinky ones at that. I'd forgotten the funk smell of latex -- I am more of an enamel girl myself. Oh, yeah baby...a cheapo high if that's how you roll and it's only fun if someone else (hired) is painting. There's no way in Gotham City I'd ever paint with enamel, though--too hard. Every little brush stroke shows, which explains why painters spray it on where they can and where they can't.... aww, hell they do it anyway. You know they do.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Jumping... ooo, la la
Yesterday after my cleaning out and painting post, I got busy, only to hit a major snafu. We went to Mr. J's, my paint store, to have a certain color mixed that they keep on file for me, only to have them be out of flat latex wall paint. I kid you not. A paint store without paint. I had my little pile of things I needed and when the guy came out to show me the color before mixing it, I figured we were good to go. Oh, not so fast Kemo Sabe.... The good news is, they think they'll have more in on Monday, I can get after taping off all the walls, and be ready when it comes in. So much for getting my paint on. It's not like I don't have a million and one other things I can do until then but I was just psyched to paint. And if you'd seen what I had on, you'd have called the Po-Po's. It was pretty bad. Ratty to the tenth power.
Stadium jumping is on the Olympics right now and suffice it to say, I am glued. Gorgeous horses, fabulous riders, what's not to love?? Never mind I have stuff to do...I'm watching! Too delicious to miss.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Trashing time
The dawg days of summer are upon us and it's hotter than stink. Whatcha gone do?? Stage a clean out. Grab your black plastic trash bags and go for it. Toss all that "I might need this stuff some day " because if you haven't needed it by now, honey, you ain't gonna. So, pitch it, recycle it, put it in the bin at the church for the Family Gateway--just get. it. out. Ahhhhh...can you feel the size of that vacuum left behind, with all that space?? That's my most favorite part. Now, when you get finished with that, rearrange your furniture. Make things look all new and different. If you aren't good at this, and I'm sure not, call a friend (or your sister) and get them to help.
I get restless after awhile and need things shaken up a bit and when it's too hot to do anything else, turn on your ceiling fans and go for it. I may even head to the paint store and repaint. Nothing says fresh like clean new paint. I once painted our hallway during a Cowboy game and was done by half time. We sucked back then, too, so it was a great use of my time. Yes, the Olympics are on but we're down to the tail end of swimming, goodbye, Micheal, and now it's going to be track and field. Honey...that's like watching paint dry anyway, so you might as well get painting.
That said, time to go get my trash bags. I've got a lot of work to do. No telling what I might find.
I get restless after awhile and need things shaken up a bit and when it's too hot to do anything else, turn on your ceiling fans and go for it. I may even head to the paint store and repaint. Nothing says fresh like clean new paint. I once painted our hallway during a Cowboy game and was done by half time. We sucked back then, too, so it was a great use of my time. Yes, the Olympics are on but we're down to the tail end of swimming, goodbye, Micheal, and now it's going to be track and field. Honey...that's like watching paint dry anyway, so you might as well get painting.
That said, time to go get my trash bags. I've got a lot of work to do. No telling what I might find.
Friday, August 3, 2012
Mom update
We ran by to see mom the other night after dinner. She was already tucked into bed in her nightie, happy as a pig in mud, watching the Olympics on TV. Man, is she tiny, though...her shoulder are so bony now they were poking the shoulders of her gown. I have to constantly remind myself this is normal...she is dying. She is just doing it s-l-o-w-l-y. I sat on the bed as she visited with Bruce and me, and we told her what all was going on. I don't think she actually retained a speck of it, but we told her just the same.
She's by herself a lot these days though she has people around her checking in and out on her, and frankly, it's her preference. Too much action is not her deal these days and as long as she's happy, I'm not changing anything. She likes her peace and quiet and her own space. If she wants to yell at someone on TV, she can, and I want her to, if that floats her boat. Personally, it cracks me up if she gets mad at someone on TV. The other day she told a character in an old movie, "Awww, be quiet, you mean old lady!" and I howled. Then she laughed because I thought she was funny. She loves to perform when we are visiting.
It never ceases to amaze me how someone can be dying and how it can be such a gentle process. When I think of dying, I always think of drama....I think the things we see on TV with gunshots, car crashes, and ER heart attacks make drama seem part of the equation, when sometimes it isn't. Mom could still stroke or have a heart attack, too, but right now, she's just gently sliding downwards and that's pretty peaceful if you ask me. Wow...lots to be grateful for today in God's world.
Happy Weekend to all. Enjoy these peonies!
She's by herself a lot these days though she has people around her checking in and out on her, and frankly, it's her preference. Too much action is not her deal these days and as long as she's happy, I'm not changing anything. She likes her peace and quiet and her own space. If she wants to yell at someone on TV, she can, and I want her to, if that floats her boat. Personally, it cracks me up if she gets mad at someone on TV. The other day she told a character in an old movie, "Awww, be quiet, you mean old lady!" and I howled. Then she laughed because I thought she was funny. She loves to perform when we are visiting.
It never ceases to amaze me how someone can be dying and how it can be such a gentle process. When I think of dying, I always think of drama....I think the things we see on TV with gunshots, car crashes, and ER heart attacks make drama seem part of the equation, when sometimes it isn't. Mom could still stroke or have a heart attack, too, but right now, she's just gently sliding downwards and that's pretty peaceful if you ask me. Wow...lots to be grateful for today in God's world.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Welcome to Sturgis
This morning, a slick black gal is happier than the law allows. She has finally figured out that her dad is here, it's not the weekend, so that means he's here all day, for HER. They are outside right now in the back yard doing yard work, and Fred's wearing the bottom to a pair of my old soft, wonderful scrubs. OK...that hurts. Never mind they are unisex. The fact that he can wear them is awwwful. He said they were "tight"--I'm not seeing it but whatever. He thinks he's less likely to get West Nile if he has on something long and he's put on a little bug spray as a chaser. It's quite a look and he'd kill me if I posted a pic here. Besides, you never want to piss off your yard man.
On another front, I have a new phrase to describe something lots of us do, but won't admit we do. It's called cake forkage. It works with any type of cake, but around here happens most often with a sheet cake--specifically the yellow cake with the chocolate and pecan frosting I made a few days ago. Forkage is simply swinging past the cake, with your fork in hand, lifting the cling wrap, and proceeding to fork skinny bites, all the way across to keep the line straight, so no one will know you've been "forking". It works in any direction unless or until there is a corner square piece left. No way around it--if you forkage, someone's gonna spot the missing piece, and you are busted. Ditto if you leave visible tine marks across the cake. It kills me to watch the exquisite lengths certain people will go to, to avoid getting out a plate. And I have to admit, forkage is fun. Come on over to the Dark Side. We have cake.
P. S. Benji is in Sturgis, South Dakota, playing at the big Harley Rally, with half a million bikers. Oh, Lordy...
On another front, I have a new phrase to describe something lots of us do, but won't admit we do. It's called cake forkage. It works with any type of cake, but around here happens most often with a sheet cake--specifically the yellow cake with the chocolate and pecan frosting I made a few days ago. Forkage is simply swinging past the cake, with your fork in hand, lifting the cling wrap, and proceeding to fork skinny bites, all the way across to keep the line straight, so no one will know you've been "forking". It works in any direction unless or until there is a corner square piece left. No way around it--if you forkage, someone's gonna spot the missing piece, and you are busted. Ditto if you leave visible tine marks across the cake. It kills me to watch the exquisite lengths certain people will go to, to avoid getting out a plate. And I have to admit, forkage is fun. Come on over to the Dark Side. We have cake.
P. S. Benji is in Sturgis, South Dakota, playing at the big Harley Rally, with half a million bikers. Oh, Lordy...
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