I have a love for books.
I love the smell of books, the feel of books, the experience of books.
I have vivid memories of my collection of Nancy Drew's. I was so proud that I had read all of those beautiful books on my book shelf in my room. I couldn't wait to add the next one.
I also have very fond memories of my mom taking me to the library in the summer. It was our afternoon together. My younger sister thought that reading in the summer was crazy. No school, no reading for her! That was utter nonsense in her world.
So my mom normally left her with the neighbor to play with their daughter and we would head off into "town" to go to the library.
I liked everything about the library.....okay except I had to be quiet.
I even enjoyed the Dewey Decimal System. Oh God I am showing my age.
Flicking the cards in those old oak drawers looking for the names of my favorite authors and then the hunt on the shelves for the book. It was a mystery to me and I loved the whole damn ritual of it all. Then coming home to read my books. That was pure bliss.
On a warm summer day I would put some cherries or strawberries in a bowl and go outside in the yard with my bowl of cherries and a blanket. I would lay on the blanket delving into other worlds that were so much better than the one I lived in and without little sisters.
Now there are Kindles. I curse Kindles. Oh goodie you don't have to lug books around.
Oprah was actually whining about how her books were so heavy to drag to the beach.
Gee, lifting something other than a fork may do a body good. (meow...bad margaret)
Honestly so you put them in a canvas bag like the rest of us trotting off to the beach with a few good reads. I don't want to hold a plastic thingy to read. There is no great book smell except the smell of plastic. They claim you can highlight. I don't often have a need but I can see how kids in school/college would - but gee aren't there yellow highlighters out there for just this purpose? You know how heavy those damn yellow highlighter pens are to lug around. Can't be putting that in my canvas bag with my books it may just be the extra ounce that will pull my arm! Tear a rotator cuff or God forbid burn a calorie or two.
Oprah wants strong Michelle Obama arms? Trying carrying your own books then woman!
Apparently it was announced this week that it is now necessary for a bigger Kindle .
Oh goodie a bigger plastic gizmo that one must haul around. (bigger memory)
Oh I hope it's not too heavy Oprah to take to her Hawaiian beach.
It's brighter so you don't have to turn on the lights. Going Green - saving electricity!
It comes with a great new keyboard. Yipee. I love to type while reading.
It stated in the article that you can also get new big earphones so you can read in private .
Gee I have never needed earphones to read privately but hey that's just little old fashioned me. I guess I really needed those earphones but it appears that I was just too damn stupid to know I needed them.
I do think if you are blind this may be a very handy dandy piece of plastic. It can read to you....in a very robotic voice it states but no pesky need to read. So who needs to learn braille or the written word?
I am guessing that like my last post everyone is so weak from hunger that they can no longer hold up a book so having a robotic voice read to them is comforting. Seriously it's so much better to hold a cold piece of lightweight plastic of 10+ ounces than hold a book . C'mon they say the average book weighs 12 ounces. I could pull a muscle or strain something!
And all that page turning. Let me tell you -picking up your arm and making that sweeping gesture can be so difficult after 4 hours at the gym. There is only so much one can do - first you want me to hold a book, then turn the friggin page - and then read it with my own eyes. what the hell do you think I am?
So tuck your kids in bed and use the glow of the Kindle as a night light.
Turn on your Kindle to your favorite story for the kiddies and let some robot read them to sleep. It's so incredibly comforting!
Signed,
Snarky Margaret
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I scream, We all scream for Ice Cream!!
We need more Rhoda Morgenstern’s in life.
Have you notice how everyone is blonde and skinny these days? Even Asian girls are dying their hair blonde? Holy shit that must be high maintenance! I just don’t have the stamina for all that up keep. I am lucky that I can wash away my gray’s every once in awhile.
Growing up there was Mary Richards and Rhoda Morgenstern. (MTM and Valerie Harper) There was Bette Midler and there was Diana Ross.
There was Goldie Hawn and there was Jane Fonda.
All of these women were different from one another big time even though in the same given field. Yet all wildly successful. Each brought their own unique talent to their chosen career.
Some of these women were “broads” in the true and most positive sense of the word.
I like being a broad. I like that distinction. There are no more broads these days.
There are air heads and fame whores to be sure.
All dressed alike and all dying for a piece of bread or a delicious carb.
Everyone is working desperately to look like everyone else…..a stick with a big head.
And honestly if she wants to look like that fine….but don’t do it because you have a fear of being 50 + or because society says you are invisible if you have an extra 15lbs of flesh or because you fear your career if you don’t look like all the other emaciated 12 year old blonde bodies vying for the same position.
Don’t get me wrong I am not looking to go back to the ages or cultures that believed that being overweight is considered powerful and wealthy. It was used at that time to show you have money and were successful. I don’t want to see fat or obese come into fashion. But I don’t understand how we got here. It’s sick, it really is sick.
A few weeks ago there was a model who was 6’ tall and she was 117lbs. She was on Good Morning America and all the tv shows proclaiming she didn’t have an eating disorder. They showed her in a bikini. You could count her ribs, tap morse code on her hips bones and basically use her as a walking skeleton for biology classes.
If you take off the sash, the bikini and makeup and put her in a National Geographic Magazine back drop everyone would be sending her food and money to eat. But because she is in America we celebrate her starving herself to be the weight of a woman who is half her height.
It should be okay to have varying shapes, colors and sizes in America. It really should be what we strive for. We do not need to be identical unless of course you are a twin. I liked that my grandmother was soft in the middle….all the better to hug her. I loved that my Dad had big forearms like Popeye and it didn’t matter to me that he was short. I loved that my Mom had a great set of legs….I didn’t care that she was considered too thin back in her day….I cared that she died too early.
Some are born just naturally blonde and thin. They too shouldn’t be punished.
But neither should the brunette who has a bigger bottom like most of the women in her family. It’s really okay to be different….now let’s go celebrate our differences and have some ice cream!
Have you notice how everyone is blonde and skinny these days? Even Asian girls are dying their hair blonde? Holy shit that must be high maintenance! I just don’t have the stamina for all that up keep. I am lucky that I can wash away my gray’s every once in awhile.
Growing up there was Mary Richards and Rhoda Morgenstern. (MTM and Valerie Harper) There was Bette Midler and there was Diana Ross.
There was Goldie Hawn and there was Jane Fonda.
All of these women were different from one another big time even though in the same given field. Yet all wildly successful. Each brought their own unique talent to their chosen career.
Some of these women were “broads” in the true and most positive sense of the word.
I like being a broad. I like that distinction. There are no more broads these days.
There are air heads and fame whores to be sure.
All dressed alike and all dying for a piece of bread or a delicious carb.
Everyone is working desperately to look like everyone else…..a stick with a big head.
It’s like they are screaming…..”Look at Me! Look at Me!” I’m starving over here so damn it “Give Me All Your Attention!” “I need attention!!”
I am glad that I got to hear and see Rosemary Clooney. Today she wouldn’t get a record contract because she did not fit the new mold. She wasn’t dumb, she wasn’t a fame whore and she liked a potato every now and then.
We have fat men singer and actors, but we forgive them. They still are hireable.
I am glad that I got to hear and see Rosemary Clooney. Today she wouldn’t get a record contract because she did not fit the new mold. She wasn’t dumb, she wasn’t a fame whore and she liked a potato every now and then.
We have fat men singer and actors, but we forgive them. They still are hireable.
But for some reason women do this to ourselves.
We need to make the change….the men will follow.
So stop screaming at me that men don’t like women with curves.
I don’t recall Marilyn Monroe or Cindy Crawford for that matter having a problem in that area. Marilyn today would be a plus size model. Cindy wasn’t skinny either. In Cindy’s hayday she never looked like she missed a meal. She was healthy. Same goes for Christie Brinkley.
My husband saw a picture of Kelly Ripa recently in a bikini. He pointed out to me how dreadful she looked. Now you are thinking to yourself, dreadful? My God she is gorgeous. But here we have yet another woman who is truly a stick, not naturally blonde by any means and has the arms of someone in a concentration camp and the tummy of a young high school boy who is starving to make weight on the wrestling team.
When did this become attractive my husband asked me? I, of course, laughed it off.
But it did get me to start thinking about this…..when did having having arms that show all your veins, bones and muscle groups become attractive?
I recently saw some pictures in a new book of men, women and children in a concentration camp and I was startled at the bodies. It filled me with pain. The look in their eyes, the suffering and the hunger were so hard to bear for me. Then I say Madonna’s arms in a paparazzi shot the same day. No difference. Except she chooses to look like that. What is wrong with us that we have now chosen that look as a look of success?
My husband saw a picture of Kelly Ripa recently in a bikini. He pointed out to me how dreadful she looked. Now you are thinking to yourself, dreadful? My God she is gorgeous. But here we have yet another woman who is truly a stick, not naturally blonde by any means and has the arms of someone in a concentration camp and the tummy of a young high school boy who is starving to make weight on the wrestling team.
When did this become attractive my husband asked me? I, of course, laughed it off.
But it did get me to start thinking about this…..when did having having arms that show all your veins, bones and muscle groups become attractive?
I recently saw some pictures in a new book of men, women and children in a concentration camp and I was startled at the bodies. It filled me with pain. The look in their eyes, the suffering and the hunger were so hard to bear for me. Then I say Madonna’s arms in a paparazzi shot the same day. No difference. Except she chooses to look like that. What is wrong with us that we have now chosen that look as a look of success?
And honestly if she wants to look like that fine….but don’t do it because you have a fear of being 50 + or because society says you are invisible if you have an extra 15lbs of flesh or because you fear your career if you don’t look like all the other emaciated 12 year old blonde bodies vying for the same position.
Don’t get me wrong I am not looking to go back to the ages or cultures that believed that being overweight is considered powerful and wealthy. It was used at that time to show you have money and were successful. I don’t want to see fat or obese come into fashion. But I don’t understand how we got here. It’s sick, it really is sick.
A few weeks ago there was a model who was 6’ tall and she was 117lbs. She was on Good Morning America and all the tv shows proclaiming she didn’t have an eating disorder. They showed her in a bikini. You could count her ribs, tap morse code on her hips bones and basically use her as a walking skeleton for biology classes.
If you take off the sash, the bikini and makeup and put her in a National Geographic Magazine back drop everyone would be sending her food and money to eat. But because she is in America we celebrate her starving herself to be the weight of a woman who is half her height.
It should be okay to have varying shapes, colors and sizes in America. It really should be what we strive for. We do not need to be identical unless of course you are a twin. I liked that my grandmother was soft in the middle….all the better to hug her. I loved that my Dad had big forearms like Popeye and it didn’t matter to me that he was short. I loved that my Mom had a great set of legs….I didn’t care that she was considered too thin back in her day….I cared that she died too early.
Some are born just naturally blonde and thin. They too shouldn’t be punished.
But neither should the brunette who has a bigger bottom like most of the women in her family. It’s really okay to be different….now let’s go celebrate our differences and have some ice cream!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Life
My life has been spinning and not in a good way.
A way that seems like I've had too much tequila and the room is spinning kind of way.
Where did we leave off?
Oh yea, doggie mode. Well the new puppy will be here in a few weeks. She's cute as hell as her picture shows you. I can't wait. She isn't ready to come home until the 26th of this month. Then they are keeping her to train her for 4 weeks.
We have a week off and are heading to the Bahama's and we will pick her up after that trip.
Work has been busy and we've had some doozy customers of late.
What makes someone call YOU for a service and then immediatly are rude and combative.
Amazing to me. Karma will get 'em.
Went to the shore this past weekend. It made me happy to have our lake home. The traffic, the noise, the crowds - all of it was not my idea of a relaxing weekend at the shore.
Rick was asked to do a job for someone who owns a home at the shore. We said no and he kept throwing money at him and we kept saying, NO that it wasn't about money. It is a 3 hr drive one way and we don't go there. He called back again and said we could spend the weekend at his home and gave us a link to view it and the rest is history.
We envisioned a quiet off season weekend. It was warm (low 70's) and we thought we would be able to enjoy some wine and surf and have a nice dinner out etc. Play tourist kind of thing without the tourists. Boy were we wrong.
We got there late Friday and Rick reglazed the tub and tile surround. At 7ish he was finished and he got cleaned up and we went to catch some dinner.
Now back in my 30's a tourist trap was fun to me. The over crowding of all places. The millions of people. The 3 hr wait for a table for dinner and the t-shirt shops galore. But not so much anymore.
Imagine if it was like this in off season what it will be like come summer?!!!
After dinner we went back to the house.
It was a cute little house and only a block to the ocean so a very nice location.
We walked down to the ocean after dinner to walk off dinner and it was really nice.
When we got back to the house we decided to get ready for bed.
There was only 1 bedroom with a bed bigger than a twin size. All the other beds were either bunk beds or twin beds and neither of us noticed the size of this bed.
We came in and plopped our suitcased down on it and went about our day. There were so many pillows on the bed that I, nor Rick, realized the size of the bed.
Now here we were ready for bed & realized that once we took off the dozen or so pillows it was a teeny tiny bed.
Now normally for me that isn't a big issue. All 5' 2" of me has no problems with a short bed.
But dear ole hubby is 6'2" and it was an issue all night that became mine as well.
The bed was so small Rick’s leg hung over the bed from mid calf down. It was lumpy, bumpy and most uncomfortable. While my legs did not even hit the end of the bed it was an issue for me when this 6’2” lug next to me is going diagonal on me.
It was a double bed. Not even a queen. It was a fitful evening so I ended up going to one of the twins sometime during the night…..I then felt like I was on a thin mattress and felt the pea underneath. I got up and moved to the other twin across the room and it was no better. I felt like I was in the Three Bears fairy tale trying all the beds. I couldn't sleep on this.
I finally got up at 4am and stayed up and watched a MASH marathon for God’s sake!
By 6am Rick was up and said, “Let’s get the hell out of here” So we gathered our things, showered and left. The shower was a hoot. The big shower Rick has just done the tub and tile surround so it could not be used. The other shower was so small that only I could fit into. Rick was taller than the shower and his head was above the shower door and even funnier is that he could not turn around.
We laughed our asses off about this because at this point what else can you do but see the humor in it right? First the bed now the shower.
I was brushing my teeth when all of a sudden I see him get out of the shower so that he could turn around and back in and wash that side! Honestly we couldn’t stop laughing. We imagine the home owners are possibly little people or as Rick said that morning, “circus people” I am even laughing as I write this it was so funny to me – well, at least if you weren’t trying to sleep it was funny.
So we headed home by 8am – stopped at a coffee house and hit the road. We were home before noon. That night we got into our bed and were happy to have room and be encased in our tempur pedic.
My God when did we get so old?
A way that seems like I've had too much tequila and the room is spinning kind of way.
Where did we leave off?
Oh yea, doggie mode. Well the new puppy will be here in a few weeks. She's cute as hell as her picture shows you. I can't wait. She isn't ready to come home until the 26th of this month. Then they are keeping her to train her for 4 weeks.
We have a week off and are heading to the Bahama's and we will pick her up after that trip.
Work has been busy and we've had some doozy customers of late.
What makes someone call YOU for a service and then immediatly are rude and combative.
Amazing to me. Karma will get 'em.
Went to the shore this past weekend. It made me happy to have our lake home. The traffic, the noise, the crowds - all of it was not my idea of a relaxing weekend at the shore.
Rick was asked to do a job for someone who owns a home at the shore. We said no and he kept throwing money at him and we kept saying, NO that it wasn't about money. It is a 3 hr drive one way and we don't go there. He called back again and said we could spend the weekend at his home and gave us a link to view it and the rest is history.
We envisioned a quiet off season weekend. It was warm (low 70's) and we thought we would be able to enjoy some wine and surf and have a nice dinner out etc. Play tourist kind of thing without the tourists. Boy were we wrong.
We got there late Friday and Rick reglazed the tub and tile surround. At 7ish he was finished and he got cleaned up and we went to catch some dinner.
Now back in my 30's a tourist trap was fun to me. The over crowding of all places. The millions of people. The 3 hr wait for a table for dinner and the t-shirt shops galore. But not so much anymore.
Imagine if it was like this in off season what it will be like come summer?!!!
After dinner we went back to the house.
It was a cute little house and only a block to the ocean so a very nice location.
We walked down to the ocean after dinner to walk off dinner and it was really nice.
When we got back to the house we decided to get ready for bed.
There was only 1 bedroom with a bed bigger than a twin size. All the other beds were either bunk beds or twin beds and neither of us noticed the size of this bed.
We came in and plopped our suitcased down on it and went about our day. There were so many pillows on the bed that I, nor Rick, realized the size of the bed.
Now here we were ready for bed & realized that once we took off the dozen or so pillows it was a teeny tiny bed.
Now normally for me that isn't a big issue. All 5' 2" of me has no problems with a short bed.
But dear ole hubby is 6'2" and it was an issue all night that became mine as well.
The bed was so small Rick’s leg hung over the bed from mid calf down. It was lumpy, bumpy and most uncomfortable. While my legs did not even hit the end of the bed it was an issue for me when this 6’2” lug next to me is going diagonal on me.
It was a double bed. Not even a queen. It was a fitful evening so I ended up going to one of the twins sometime during the night…..I then felt like I was on a thin mattress and felt the pea underneath. I got up and moved to the other twin across the room and it was no better. I felt like I was in the Three Bears fairy tale trying all the beds. I couldn't sleep on this.
I finally got up at 4am and stayed up and watched a MASH marathon for God’s sake!
By 6am Rick was up and said, “Let’s get the hell out of here” So we gathered our things, showered and left. The shower was a hoot. The big shower Rick has just done the tub and tile surround so it could not be used. The other shower was so small that only I could fit into. Rick was taller than the shower and his head was above the shower door and even funnier is that he could not turn around.
We laughed our asses off about this because at this point what else can you do but see the humor in it right? First the bed now the shower.
I was brushing my teeth when all of a sudden I see him get out of the shower so that he could turn around and back in and wash that side! Honestly we couldn’t stop laughing. We imagine the home owners are possibly little people or as Rick said that morning, “circus people” I am even laughing as I write this it was so funny to me – well, at least if you weren’t trying to sleep it was funny.
So we headed home by 8am – stopped at a coffee house and hit the road. We were home before noon. That night we got into our bed and were happy to have room and be encased in our tempur pedic.
My God when did we get so old?
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Doggie Drama
As I said in a previous post a few weeks ago my husband and I have decided to adopt a Labrador Retriever. My hubby has had quite a few Lab's. He loves their dispositions and traits. We wanted a dock dog who would love jumping into the water and fetching....like this.
I have never had a Lab but we would dog sit our neighbors and I saw quickly how easy it is to fall in love with a Lab. They are such people pleasing dogs.
Our new pup will be a girl and her name is Izzy. I'll post pictures as soon as I get them. I will get them next week.
I have never had a Lab but we would dog sit our neighbors and I saw quickly how easy it is to fall in love with a Lab. They are such people pleasing dogs.
We thought that we would go to Lab Rescue. On paper rescuing a Lab dog from an awful fate sounded like a great idea. We thought we would be over the puppy hyper stage and be into the adult dog phase. We knew that an adult dog that needed rescuing would have it's own whole new set of problems but we thought we could handle that.
So we waited and waited by the phone to hear from one of the 2 Lab Rescue Groups to call us and say we have been approved. Finally last week we got a call. After several hours of discussions of what we were looking for that would be a good fit for our family we were told of 2 dogs. We were also supposedly told of their personalities and issues. We saw pictures and we decided to go with the female yellow Lab named Custard. She was at a foster family and we were to go see her and pick her up on Sunday at noon.
We arrived a bit early because well, we were excited to meet our new family member.
We were taken to a side yard of gravel and when the foster mom opened the side door 8 dogs came out. The smallest was Custard. These dogs were jumping on us and all vying for our attention and love at once. (red flag #1)
Custard came over to me immediately and started to lick me and of course I melted. But to me she didn't look like a Lab. (flag 2) I asked if she was a Lab and the foster mom said, "I think she may have some golden retriever in her." Hmmm.....she looked more like a hound dog and lab mix to me. But what do I know when I can't even get this poor dog alone.
We never could get any one on one with her. We were surrounded by dogs. The foster mom did nothing to assist us either with pulling her other dogs away. (flag 3) We asked questions and she didn't seem to know much which to me was a red flag number 4. How can she not know this stuff? My husband by this time was already in love. I was thinking we should go home alone and think about this or go see dog number 2.
We were told Custard liked to go to the garbage can and eat so we had to be sure it was kept locked up or away from the dog. She was an abandoned dog and this was her way of getting food for a long time so once she realizes that meals will be regular she will stop this habit. (oh God, I was picturing Marley!) We were told that she had her shots, was spayed, had a clean bill of health from the vet and were given her records. Rick wanted to take her home. So we did without further examination or play and against my better judgement.
There goes my husband again quickly falling for a blonde!
As soon as we got her in the house she peed on my expensive wool dining room carpet. I laughed and said, "we're home!" But she was excited and it was a new place to her so I figured it was to be expected. She had never been on a leash so we thought we better get started on that and go for a walk.
We put on her leash and we tried to go for a walk. OH MY GOD. It was everything you thought it would be. I had Rick take the reigns. She got better after the 5th walk so we knew we were on the right track.
We wanted a more mellow lab but this was ridiculous. She did not do anything let alone fetch. (flag 5 )
Come to see that her teeth were mere nubs. Probably from living on the streets eating cans to get to food or God knows what. She had a K-9 broken off to a nub as well. This dog did not fetch because she couldn't. She liked to lay and be loved. Lay around all the time 24/7 was her favorite thing to do. (flag 6) She also had other medical issues. We noticed that if we touched her right hind quarters she would wince. (flag 7)
We live on water 1/2 the time so a water dog was essential to us. She won't go near water and if she is close that caused trauma. (red flag # 8) We took her to a pond near our townhome and all I can say is - Oh boy this wasn't good!! For any of us. If we threw a tennis ball she would lift her head and look at it and then put her head back down. All the while never even getting up. (flag 9)
We live in a townhome with 3 floors when not at our lake home. That first night we went up to the tv room on the 3rd floor to hunker down in the theatre seats to watch some TV. We noticed she had a very difficult time going up the steps. She was in pain. (flag 10)
On the way down the steps to go to the 2nd floor to bed she almost lost it on the 2nd step. She put her front paws out and caught herself and then wouldn't go any further down the steps no matter how much we tried. So we picked her up and brought her to her new bed in our bedroom.
She would never get anywhere near her bed. We tried to put her there and she would run the other way cowering as though we were going to yell or punish her. We thought perhaps that was because a previous owner did punish her if she went on furniture so now she was afraid to even use a doggie bed.
We picked Custard up at noon and honestly by 2pm we knew this dog was not a good fit. But my God we were in love. She was the sweetest dog we have ever been around. She wanted lots of affection and would give lots - if you came to her. She didn't move much and while we were told she was 5 she appeared to be a lot older. Not in looks but by her personality. Perhaps from her hard life? I knew by that evening that this dog was not going to stay with us. She can't go up and down our stairs. What will happen when we get to the lake house on the weekend? We have steps there and we have a backyard of water which would cause severe trauma.
Oh we were so upset about all of this.
First it was our fault to take her so quickly. We should have demanded to have alone time with her. They tell you that if you like them take them immediatly becuase someone else could scoop 'em up. You know the ole fear factor of our last administration!
2nd it was unfair to be told this was a good match when we had to jump through hoops to explain our wants in a dog and our qualification to get a dog and they not listening to any of it. Knowing that this dog was going back to her foster family was breaking my heart.
When I laid my head down on the pillow I looked at her sleeping on my side of the bed and I was so damn sad. Aah, but a few hours later I awoke and she was not there. I was concerned so I got up thinking she may be in the hall - Nope. I went down stairs first and turned on the light. Well at least I was thinking as I was groggily going down the steps that she went up or down steps wherever she is.
There she was with the pantry door open and the garbage can and all it's contents sprawled all over our maghoney kitchen floors. As I yelled - No Custard, she got up and looked at me with her sad eyes and cowered away. She knew this was wrong. This of course made my hubby wake up. We put her out on the enclosed patio while we cleaned up the coffee grounds and other fun and assorted garbage all over the kitchen.
Rick and I were on our knees and he said, "Does it make you feel any better now that she is going back in a few hours?" Honestly it did not. This poor thing that is so loving was abandoned and I feel like I'm doing the same thing to her. So instead of it making me feel better I just had another good cry!
The following morning was heart wrenching for us both. I know logically this was not a good fit and was the right thing to do. She can't do the steps and we can't have a dog like that or one who doesn't move. Logically I knew, emotionally was another story!
I did call the volunteer and told her everything. This dog needs medical care. I asked if she knew that she had a problem with steps. Imagine my surprise when she said, "No I haven't met this dog yet and I was going by what the foster mom said and that was never mentioned." Gee maybe if she spent some one on one time with the dog she'd know. She has 8 dogs a shit load of cats and horses. C'mon! This is not a good foster parent for this dog. When I asked about lab traits she passive agressively said, "well imagine that, we take a lot of dogs that aren't labs" Then call yourself Dog Rescue not Lab Rescue.
At this point I was livid. I said, "This dog needs to be with a family that doesn't want to play but a companion, perhaps some seniors, someone that lives in a 1 level home and that will just love and adore this sweet thing and give her structure and love and lots of both."
For several days we were a wreck. We hear that she is going to be at an adoption event at PetsMart this weekend and that there is a senior couple coming to see her. I hope this dog gets a wonderful home with them. They will not have to worry about running, jumping or any type of play other than rubbing her belly and loving her.
But my beef is with Lab Rescue. We went there for a lab number 1 and to recuse one from being euthanized. They should do a better job of matching people since they make you go through all this stuff anyway. This should never have happened if they had spent time with the dog and had matched her properly with the right family.
This was a big emotional lesson to learn.....for Custard as well as Rick and me.
So after several days we decided to get a pup after all. It took us a long time to find the right breeder. We did not want a puppy mill dog. We actually found this breeder prior to the rescue process but thought that a pup would be too much for us. Not now. We will take our little pup home on June 11th and I can't wait. They are ready at 8 weeks to go home but we are having them train her for 4 weeks. With us going down there for some of that training as well. This is a picture of a sibling from last year by the same parents. Cute isn't she?
Our new pup will be a girl and her name is Izzy. I'll post pictures as soon as I get them. I will get them next week.Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sit or Squat
As many of you know my husband knows every damn bathroom from our home in Virginia up to Maryland. Poor man has issues.
As other posts have noted, he carries toilet paper with him so a man who carries his own Charmin in his vehicle needs this website.
I came across this today and I literally burst out laughing. I am in my office all alone and I laughed out loud. Honestly if I had my dog already I would have scared her!
http://www.sitorsquat.com/sitorsquat/home
This is just the funniest damn thing to me. He may not need it around here but when he's out of town this could come in handy. Have it sent to your cell phone or PDA.....you never know.
Hey if you remember the blog on May 27th you'll see how he could have used that sucker on that day!
Happy sitting.....or squating.
As other posts have noted, he carries toilet paper with him so a man who carries his own Charmin in his vehicle needs this website.
I came across this today and I literally burst out laughing. I am in my office all alone and I laughed out loud. Honestly if I had my dog already I would have scared her!
http://www.sitorsquat.com/sitorsquat/home
This is just the funniest damn thing to me. He may not need it around here but when he's out of town this could come in handy. Have it sent to your cell phone or PDA.....you never know.
Hey if you remember the blog on May 27th you'll see how he could have used that sucker on that day!
Happy sitting.....or squating.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Adoption
We have decided that we are ready for a dog. Not a puppy but a dog.
When we both traveled all week in our careers we felt having a dog wouldn't make sense when we are never home. So now that I work from home all day and hubby is home every night we decided it was time to get that dog we wanted.
We both want a labrador retreiver. I prefer chocolate labs but hubby really wants yellow. And to be honest the yellow lab's shedding would show less around our home than the chocolate so that is okay by me. I am anal retentive about my house so I will have to let go of a lot I see.
We decided that a puppy would be a full time job right now that I just don't have the time for so we went with Lab Rescue to find our dog. We found the dog we would love to have live with us on their website. We read all about her and she sounds perfect. She's cute as well. She is medium in energy, she is 3.5 yrs old and to we old farts that is a good thing.
We don't even have the dog but we have discussed how the chores will be split with us.
I will not under any circumstances pick up steaming hot poo. Just won't do it. In our neighborhood you must pick up your dogs pile of steaming hot poo or there will be hell to pay.
There are containers and bags all over the place to dispose of it but that doesn't mean I want to put that bag on my hand and pick it up. My hubby said he would buy me a scooper and I can live with that.
We filled out the MULTI page application and sent it in.
But quite frankly I fear this process would be much easier if we were trying to adopt a human baby!!!
Our next step is to be interviewed by phone. Then they have us come to their place and interact with the dog while they monitor us. I guess if they think for a minute that I will turn into Cruella De Vil then no doggie for me!
If we pass the interaction phase with the dog then we get a home visit for them to check out our home and if it's adequate for a dog. Okay this step kills me. Dogs drink from toilets. They don't care where we live. They want and need love, exercise and structure like a child. Does it really matter if I don't live in a mansion? Does it really matter if I am in a single familiy home or an apartment, a condo or a townhome? Do you think this dog really gives a hoot how much money I make in a year or if I love him and feed him and play with him?
If my house were on wheels would I not be allowed to have a dog? I don't have much of a yard living in a townhome so will that exclude me from adopting? Our yard may not be big but we will walk him and play at the park etc. On weekends we will take him to our lake home with an acre of land and lots of water for a lab to play in? What the hell are they looking for is what is puzzling me?
Anyway after all this they will check our references. Honestly this all could take 6 -8 weeks they tell us. 6 -8 weeks to adopt a dog seems crazy to me. I must say I am surprised that we didn't have to give them blood or have a blood test because I really feel this has been a bit intrusive and ridiculous.
I bet Michael Vick would have passed and look where that got his poor dogs?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Friends.....or are they?
Making friends when you get older becomes a lot more difficult than say, high school or college.
Working from home and being self employed doesn't lend itself to seeking out new friends easily.
Just the other day when I was lamenting about a "friend" my husband pointed out to me that friendship should be cultivated like any relationship and both parties should work at it.
Would I tolerate the behavior I was complaining to him about about if it came from him?
Gee, I thought that was a good question. The answer was a big fat NO.
If my husband didn't work on our relationship, respect it or nuture it I would clearly see we had issues and not a good relationship. And I sure as hell wouldn't tolerate that behavior without saying something. Thankfully he's not like that.
And he is right to ask me this, why do I take it from "friends"?
As you grow up sometimes your lives go in different directions. I had a great friend who was on the mommy track as I was on the career track. But that didn't stop either of us from remaining friends. I was just as involved in her life and she was in mine. We couldn't have been more different and yet we always made time for one another, called each other, celebrated our successes and shared the ice cream in our sadness and disappointments. That is a friend.
She is still my friend. And honestly since high school we don't have a damn thing in common except our friendship. But it works and we both work at it.
I made friends with a woman 9 years ago. Then she went into Mommy mode and has no time for me. I don't get that.
I found time for her when she would call and I was working 60 hour weeks traveling all over America for my job. She needed something I was there. She doesn't have time to cook I bring over a crockpot of food. You need to nap, I'll watch the kids. I offer. I am finding that is the difference.
I really do understand being overwhelmed with 2 kids and all that encompasses. I saw it with my friend I mentioned above. But this woman finds time to send me stupid email jokes, to solicit me in emails for products she is selling, but has no time to respond to an email of substance or a phone call. She claims she is too busy to use the phone when I ask why didn't you call back to let me know if we were still doing such and such. We make plans and she doesn't respond or show up. She complains she doesn't get to see me but I am the only one doing the reaching out.
Is that really a friend? Or is this a self indulgant person who has no regard for anyone else? I believe that was a rhetorical question.
Then there are the friends that you spend time with now out of habit that you realize you wouldn't even pick as a friend today. That just happened recently. We were having cocktails and I was listening to this person's story and what was actually going through my head was this..... "Oh my God you are not a nice person. When did this happen or were you always this way but I ignored it? You are a homophobic bigoted asshole, why are you in my house? Why am I friends with you, I don't even think I even like you."
After the person left I felt horrible. I felt extremely sad, I felt emotions I can't even articulate. Was I in a type of mourning? I wondered why I never noticed these traits or did I possibly just ignore them? I wondered how that could be? Could this person have just changed during our lapses in time of seeing one another? Or was it there all along?
Your thoughts?
Working from home and being self employed doesn't lend itself to seeking out new friends easily.
I no longer have little ones at home so I can't meet new friends at the mommy and me play dates or soccer games.
I suppose that the word friend means something different to everyone.
Just the other day when I was lamenting about a "friend" my husband pointed out to me that friendship should be cultivated like any relationship and both parties should work at it.
Would I tolerate the behavior I was complaining to him about about if it came from him?
Gee, I thought that was a good question. The answer was a big fat NO.
If my husband didn't work on our relationship, respect it or nuture it I would clearly see we had issues and not a good relationship. And I sure as hell wouldn't tolerate that behavior without saying something. Thankfully he's not like that.
And he is right to ask me this, why do I take it from "friends"?
As you grow up sometimes your lives go in different directions. I had a great friend who was on the mommy track as I was on the career track. But that didn't stop either of us from remaining friends. I was just as involved in her life and she was in mine. We couldn't have been more different and yet we always made time for one another, called each other, celebrated our successes and shared the ice cream in our sadness and disappointments. That is a friend.
She is still my friend. And honestly since high school we don't have a damn thing in common except our friendship. But it works and we both work at it.
I made friends with a woman 9 years ago. Then she went into Mommy mode and has no time for me. I don't get that.
I found time for her when she would call and I was working 60 hour weeks traveling all over America for my job. She needed something I was there. She doesn't have time to cook I bring over a crockpot of food. You need to nap, I'll watch the kids. I offer. I am finding that is the difference.
I really do understand being overwhelmed with 2 kids and all that encompasses. I saw it with my friend I mentioned above. But this woman finds time to send me stupid email jokes, to solicit me in emails for products she is selling, but has no time to respond to an email of substance or a phone call. She claims she is too busy to use the phone when I ask why didn't you call back to let me know if we were still doing such and such. We make plans and she doesn't respond or show up. She complains she doesn't get to see me but I am the only one doing the reaching out.
Is that really a friend? Or is this a self indulgant person who has no regard for anyone else? I believe that was a rhetorical question.
Then there are the friends that you spend time with now out of habit that you realize you wouldn't even pick as a friend today. That just happened recently. We were having cocktails and I was listening to this person's story and what was actually going through my head was this..... "Oh my God you are not a nice person. When did this happen or were you always this way but I ignored it? You are a homophobic bigoted asshole, why are you in my house? Why am I friends with you, I don't even think I even like you."
After the person left I felt horrible. I felt extremely sad, I felt emotions I can't even articulate. Was I in a type of mourning? I wondered why I never noticed these traits or did I possibly just ignore them? I wondered how that could be? Could this person have just changed during our lapses in time of seeing one another? Or was it there all along?
Your thoughts?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Snowmen
Saturday night we got a dusting of snow. I say a dusting because I grew up in Snow Country. Where 120-150 inches a year was no big deal and life NEVER stopped because of it.
A dusting because if you made a snow ball you'd get leaves and dirt and debris - so it wasn't much.
We went to our neighbors home and had a few drinks and laughs and then we left around midnight.
Sunday morning we were lying on the couch trying to regroup. We old farts take a bit longer to get moving the morning after drinking or staying up late. And sadly midnight is late for us.
Suddenly we heard a big thud on our front door.
We heard some giggling and just figured it was kids outside messing around. We thought it was just a snowball thrown at our door or that just hit our door because they missed their target.
But my nosey husband couldn't let it go. He got up and thought he'd check it out.
He looked out the window and saw nothing. He opened the front door and burst into laughter.
He yelled, "Margaret, you have got to come see this."
"Oh Rick are there people out front because I am still in my p.j.'s"
"No just come to the front door would you please?"
I go to the front door and this is what I see.
Okay this was funny!
We have no idea who did this. We were convinced it was our neighbors. So Rick took off the male genitalia and made it a woman. Yep accurately a woman with big old snow boobs with nipples. He picked it up and ran over and put it on our neighbors porch, rang the doorbell and ran. Okay we are old but not mature.
They called us and were laughing and thought Rick needed a new hobby. We realized they didn't do this. So we contacted the neighbors on the other side of us thinking they would be the only other ones who could possibly have done this. But we kind of doubted it because they have a 7 year old daughter. They thought it was quote, "Flipping Hilarious" but as they said, "they weren't that creative."
So fast forward to later in the day and I was in my office. I heard kids outside and I looked at the young boys. I opened the window thinking they may have been the pranksters and I heard them say, "How did it get on this guy's porch? (pointing to our neighbor) " Honestly it had a penis and nuts." They were laughing and trying to convince a kid that it had been changed.
So I now knew who did it. The kids were between 14-16 years old. Never have seen any of them before so I know they don't live close by. I yelled out the window, "Hey boys that was REALLY FUNNY, WE LOVED IT." They froze for a minute with sheer terror on their faces and then ran like hell. Honestly we were not even close to being mad - we thought it was funny. It didn't harm any property or person. It was just a prank that kids do that was harmless. I like harmless. Now would I have been so thrilled if I had a small kid - probably not but I know Rick and I would have still found it funny but have destroyed it before the kids saw it.
But why our house? I know the lady who is 78 and lives 2 doors down would not have found it funny so it was a good thing it was on our doorstep. Why do all these things happen to us?
Guess they knew their targets even though we didn't know them.
A dusting because if you made a snow ball you'd get leaves and dirt and debris - so it wasn't much.
We went to our neighbors home and had a few drinks and laughs and then we left around midnight.
Sunday morning we were lying on the couch trying to regroup. We old farts take a bit longer to get moving the morning after drinking or staying up late. And sadly midnight is late for us.
Suddenly we heard a big thud on our front door.
We heard some giggling and just figured it was kids outside messing around. We thought it was just a snowball thrown at our door or that just hit our door because they missed their target.
But my nosey husband couldn't let it go. He got up and thought he'd check it out.
He looked out the window and saw nothing. He opened the front door and burst into laughter.
He yelled, "Margaret, you have got to come see this."
"Oh Rick are there people out front because I am still in my p.j.'s"
"No just come to the front door would you please?"
I go to the front door and this is what I see.
Okay this was funny!
We have no idea who did this. We were convinced it was our neighbors. So Rick took off the male genitalia and made it a woman. Yep accurately a woman with big old snow boobs with nipples. He picked it up and ran over and put it on our neighbors porch, rang the doorbell and ran. Okay we are old but not mature.
They called us and were laughing and thought Rick needed a new hobby. We realized they didn't do this. So we contacted the neighbors on the other side of us thinking they would be the only other ones who could possibly have done this. But we kind of doubted it because they have a 7 year old daughter. They thought it was quote, "Flipping Hilarious" but as they said, "they weren't that creative."
So fast forward to later in the day and I was in my office. I heard kids outside and I looked at the young boys. I opened the window thinking they may have been the pranksters and I heard them say, "How did it get on this guy's porch? (pointing to our neighbor) " Honestly it had a penis and nuts." They were laughing and trying to convince a kid that it had been changed.
So I now knew who did it. The kids were between 14-16 years old. Never have seen any of them before so I know they don't live close by. I yelled out the window, "Hey boys that was REALLY FUNNY, WE LOVED IT." They froze for a minute with sheer terror on their faces and then ran like hell. Honestly we were not even close to being mad - we thought it was funny. It didn't harm any property or person. It was just a prank that kids do that was harmless. I like harmless. Now would I have been so thrilled if I had a small kid - probably not but I know Rick and I would have still found it funny but have destroyed it before the kids saw it.
But why our house? I know the lady who is 78 and lives 2 doors down would not have found it funny so it was a good thing it was on our doorstep. Why do all these things happen to us?
Guess they knew their targets even though we didn't know them.
Friday, February 27, 2009
American Idol Time is Here Again
It's that time of year again.
So far I am liking 3 of them that have been chosen for the top 12.
By far my favorite is Adam Lambert. The kid has range that is amazing!
But anything can change by the end of the season.
I have seen some other videos of him singing and I just think he is amazing.
Now the young girls are going to LOVE him....he's apparently gay but hell he is damn gorgeous and that didn't stop all the females from loving Clay Aiken or that David kid from last year! (but why they did i'll never know)
This kid has some serious talent!
Personally I LOVE his hair style and would love to have that cut myself.
If you haven't checked him out on youtube you really should. I honestly don't think any of the current crop can even come close to him. But then again, we all know this isn't about who is the best on this show now is it? But I hope this does get him a recording contract or Broadway or both.
And the looks run in the family.....his Dad ain't so bad either!...tee hee
Last night I said to Rick, "My God he is a yummy little thing isn' t he?"
Rick said, "whoa old woman you could be his mother"
"Yes, I could but I can appreciate how damn good he is and that great talent."
"Something tells me Margaret the word "yummy" wasn't about his great voice."
Busted.
So far I am liking 3 of them that have been chosen for the top 12.
By far my favorite is Adam Lambert. The kid has range that is amazing!
But anything can change by the end of the season.
I have seen some other videos of him singing and I just think he is amazing.
Now the young girls are going to LOVE him....he's apparently gay but hell he is damn gorgeous and that didn't stop all the females from loving Clay Aiken or that David kid from last year! (but why they did i'll never know)
This kid has some serious talent!
Personally I LOVE his hair style and would love to have that cut myself.
If you haven't checked him out on youtube you really should. I honestly don't think any of the current crop can even come close to him. But then again, we all know this isn't about who is the best on this show now is it? But I hope this does get him a recording contract or Broadway or both.
And the looks run in the family.....his Dad ain't so bad either!...tee hee
Last night I said to Rick, "My God he is a yummy little thing isn' t he?"
Rick said, "whoa old woman you could be his mother"
"Yes, I could but I can appreciate how damn good he is and that great talent."
"Something tells me Margaret the word "yummy" wasn't about his great voice."
Busted.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Spring...Oh where or where have you gone?
Normally by my birthday (less than a week away) I have tulips poking their heads out of the dirt on my back patio, buds on my azelea bushes and my Japanese maple starting to change from red to green. But this year it all sucks....still cold and no pretty flowers to be seen.
My boys of summer have started spring training and have begun to play games. So far they look great. Won both games easily. Against the reigning world series champs and the Blue Jays. Not that spring games mean all that much really. But I think that it will be a pretty good year. I am the eternal optimist when it comes my boys in pinstripes..
I have lived in this city since fall of 1997. I have never seen such a cold winter or such a long one. I long for spring.
My boys of summer have started spring training and have begun to play games. So far they look great. Won both games easily. Against the reigning world series champs and the Blue Jays. Not that spring games mean all that much really. But I think that it will be a pretty good year. I am the eternal optimist when it comes my boys in pinstripes..
Our business is booming and a realtor today told me yesterday that her business has really picked up and she has sold more homes in February than in the last part of last year. So that was great news. Now if only we can get the media to pick up that kind of information instead of reporting only doom and gloom. There are a lot of positive stories out there that just aren't being reported.
I am going to go make a positive story....it includes Tanqueray and tonic.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Shallow Musing from the Academy Awards
I watched the Academy Awards last night as did most of America.
I even saw some of Barbara Walters pre-Oscar show.
Okay truth be told I skipped the whole Jonas Brothers because really who gives a rat's ass about teeny boopers who try to tell me they are virgins.
You know what I say to that?
"Hey I look just like Angelina Jolie" C'mon it's about as believeable.
As you know from reading my blog I so wanted Sean Penn to win Best Actor.
I thought for sure Mickey Rourke would be the sentimental favorite. And if not then possibly Frank Langella would win because he was pretty damn good as well.
But Sean won! Yipee.
Robert DeNiro's introduction of Sean I thought was priceless and true.
Now for the really shallow shit.......
Meryl Streep looked like a hag. She really must start treating herself better. The bodice of her dress did not fit well and it looked like she was missing breasts. She always tries to play off dressing well with insipid comments like, "It was comfortable so I just threw it on" PLEASE. It doesn't mean we can't take you serious if you look nice. You don't need to look like some 80 yr old blind woman dressed you. They GIVE you these dresses you aren't paying for them. So dress that good figure you have woman!
Halle Berry is truly the most genetically gifted woman to walk the face of the earth
Sophia Loren was laughable. Her dress looked like a horrible prom dress from the 70's. Again a woman with a knock out body but you don't notice that. You noticed that her dress was from 1978 as well as her hair and glasses. She thought she looked good in that era and has stayed there. Come on over to the 21st century. She's in her 70's and she could be rockin'
Goldie Hawn's face lift saddened me. She used to have these big round eyes. Now she looks Asian. Wrinkles look better dear.
Who knew Anne Hathaway could sing like that? Wow to be that talented and look that good. She must have something wrong with her. I am going to assume she has really ugly feet or back hair because it's not fair to have it all like that. (hear that Halle Berry?)
Hugh Jackman is a doll. Like Anne Hathawy he is good looking, wears his clothes well, can act, sing and dance. And he isn't a shrimp like all those other actor boys!
I thought Ben Stiller’s impersonation of Joaquin Phoenix on Letterman was a hoot. But did the world get that? Hell, I doubt most of America got that joke.
And you thought you had to watch E's Fashion Police to get all these good fashion tips.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
New Way to Vacation at the Lake
My husband and I traveled a great deal in the past for our careers.
We would see each other on Monday and then off we'd go to various cities that we had to for our respective businesses.
Home meant a million things to us at that time.
It meant slowing down. No constant running to be somewhere.
It meant our own comfortable bed vs a hotel bed.
It meant eating a home cooked meal.
It meant no airports, taxi's and strangers.
It meant just being together in the same city and space.
It meant doing nothing!
When we would get the chance to run to our lake house all we wanted to do was be.
We loved sitting on a floating chair in the water with our favorite beverage.
Taking lesurely boat rides. Sipping wine on the deck overlooking the water was a wonderful evening. Just lazy warm days of nothing and being together. No running around, eating out, dealing with crowds etc.
It posed a problem when friends or family would visit.
All they ever wanted to do was run, run, run.
If something wasn't planned they were antsy.
"Are there bars close by?
"Where are the good resaurants? "
"Is there a movie theatre?"
"Any good beach bars?"
To us we had a bar in the game room, we had everything we needed right here so we didn't get it. The idea of running around and hanging at a bar on the water just didn't appeal to us so much. Tuesday through Friday we were at hotels, airports, restaurants, hotel bars etc. Runing to make a flight, running to get a taxi, standing in lines and just general horrors of travel.
Then it occured to use that the friends and family who are visiting us never go anywhere.
They go to work, they come home. Their life is slower so a vacation of fun to them is running around and seeing everything and going, going, going.
We, on the other, do nothing but go, go, go so a great vacation to us is to relax.
So we would take them everywhere and run around so their trip was fun for them.
But it made us hate our vacation because of it.
Now we are local. We go to work, we come home.
We eat at home now more than we ever eat out. So now going to the lake is so different.
Trust me we can still do nothing and enjoy it. But we can also now go and enjoy visiting a winery, finding a new waterfront restaurant, going to the movies, and finding all kinds of fun new places to explore.
So this year we are looking forward to all the company in a way we never have before.
Can't wait to see ya'll.
We would see each other on Monday and then off we'd go to various cities that we had to for our respective businesses.
I remember a time when I was sitting in my hotel room eating yet another chicken casear salad and working on my laptop when I decided to call him. I asked him. "What city are you in again?". I could never keep it straight. Always followed by, "when will you be home?" Love on the phone isn't what it's cracked up to be.
We couldn't wait for the weekends to be home.Home meant a million things to us at that time.
It meant slowing down. No constant running to be somewhere.
It meant our own comfortable bed vs a hotel bed.
It meant eating a home cooked meal.
It meant no airports, taxi's and strangers.
It meant just being together in the same city and space.
It meant doing nothing!
When we would get the chance to run to our lake house all we wanted to do was be.
We loved sitting on a floating chair in the water with our favorite beverage.
Taking lesurely boat rides. Sipping wine on the deck overlooking the water was a wonderful evening. Just lazy warm days of nothing and being together. No running around, eating out, dealing with crowds etc.
It posed a problem when friends or family would visit.
All they ever wanted to do was run, run, run.
If something wasn't planned they were antsy.
"Are there bars close by?
"Where are the good resaurants? "
"Is there a movie theatre?"
"Any good beach bars?"
To us we had a bar in the game room, we had everything we needed right here so we didn't get it. The idea of running around and hanging at a bar on the water just didn't appeal to us so much. Tuesday through Friday we were at hotels, airports, restaurants, hotel bars etc. Runing to make a flight, running to get a taxi, standing in lines and just general horrors of travel.
Then it occured to use that the friends and family who are visiting us never go anywhere.
They go to work, they come home. Their life is slower so a vacation of fun to them is running around and seeing everything and going, going, going.
We, on the other, do nothing but go, go, go so a great vacation to us is to relax.
So we would take them everywhere and run around so their trip was fun for them.
But it made us hate our vacation because of it.
Now we are local. We go to work, we come home.
We eat at home now more than we ever eat out. So now going to the lake is so different.
Trust me we can still do nothing and enjoy it. But we can also now go and enjoy visiting a winery, finding a new waterfront restaurant, going to the movies, and finding all kinds of fun new places to explore.
So this year we are looking forward to all the company in a way we never have before.
Can't wait to see ya'll.
Monday, February 16, 2009
From a Service Point of View
When I was in the corporate world I was a senior sales executive and contract negotiator.
I had to read people all the time.
Over the years I had several training seminars and classes on personality types and how to sell to them or how to work with them.
I learned how to hone that skill and I found it very useful in my social settings as well.
Some people you have to listen to their body more than their words.
Some people have a way of saying one thing and meaning another and you have to learn how to read this. I am great at reading tells in poker but I don't like to play cards.
I have tried to teach this to Rick because he does love to play poker.
But that is multi-tasking to him. He can't do it.
But boy while I watch him I so wish I could help him because that is truly my only talent.
Here is one that never fails....never.
The higher the voice the bigger the lie.
Now I don't mean if someone has a higher than normal voice they are big fat liars.
No, not at all.
I mean that if you are talking to someone and their voice goes up a noticeable amount the truth is not being shared here. I worked with a woman who did this all the time.
Her favorite line was, "I don't know what you mean?"
By the time the conversation got to this "high" point only dogs could hear her.
She was very easy to read. Try it next time, you'll see what I mean.
Of course, I never called her on this because she would just lie some more, but it helped me to know that she was lying and I would work it out accordingly.
When I met one of my husband's former bosses I knew immediately the type of guy he was. The first clue was that he had to stand close to speak with me so he was looking down on me.
He was at least 1 1/2 feet taller than me. If I moved back to look straight at him he would get closer so he was looking down and I would have to look up to him. I drove him nuts moving until I asked him if he could give me some space.
I knew this game. I have read these types before.
He always needed to feel like he was in a place of power.
Because this was not a work setting for me I wasn't allowing him to get away with this.
I knew right then he was a terribly insecure man and when my husband had issues with him he and I would discuss what I had learned on how to deal with that type.
It worked like a charm for my husband and he couldn’t believe once he knew these things how much easier it was with handling all the personality types in the office.
When I left the corporate world to work within my husband’s new business I never thought I would use those skills again or at least not as often. But boy was I ever wrong!
But what is different from my old sales career is the personality types from a service point of view.
There are several distinct personalities who call for our services.
After answering these phones for the last few years I have learned a great deal about the people who call. It helps immensely on how to sell to them as well as what information to go over in detail and what to gloss over. Some people work best with little info and some need way too much.
Because people call several times and we speak a great deal before the actual job is done for them I get a “feel” for them. I have a mental picture of what they look like as well as feel as though I know a lot about them.
At first, this was a fun game.
I would tell my husband what I thought his first appointment would look like and he would return and say whether I was spot on or not even close. I have been spot on 99% of the time. Rick seems to get a real kick out of it. I must admit it does in some small twisted way become a bit fun for me through the course of my day.
Then my little game progressed to what they do for a living. It has become very easy for me to figure out. I can nail this one. Here are some of the personality types and the questions they ask me, don’t ask me, or how they treat me….which is very telling.
Gender – No matter where they fall the differences between the sexes is very big.
Women will generally have a lot of questions in comparison to men.
Women buy because they like the service, liked me, liked what button I pushed etc.
If I hear the kids screaming in the background I know they will want to talk about the effects on a child etc.
Men ask price – now when can you do it. Period. End of story. The mind is made up.
Women ask everything and will mull over and then call yet again. This will take several calls before booking with women.
Full-time Mommy – This woman will give you so much more than you need to know.
She wants to talk to another adult and it is sadly apparent. Her number 1 concern about the job is how this will affect the baby/kids. Will this be toxic? Should she have them wrapped in bubble wrap while we are there? Would it be best if they move out of their home for a week? (Seriously I was asked this) Never a question of price, process or warranty only babies, babies, babies.
Pompous Man – This guy thinks he knows everything.
Mr. Machismo is my name for him. He is generally over 50 or older.
I am just the little woman who answers the phone and he makes damn sure he tells me so in one way or another. He will always ask to speak to a MAN but since I tell him no man is available he reminds me that I am inferior by a snort or a comment. He shares with me that he has read everything there is to know about this on the internet so no need to share that info with him. He'd do it himself if he wasn’t so important. He makes sure to let me know with his sighing etc that he barely has the time to give me his name and address so we can show up. He talks fast and again makes sure to remind me before we hang up that I am just a woman and he is oh so very important.
This type heterosexual guy is sadly abundant and I think if they were double jointed and could give themselves fellatio they would never leave the house or speak to a woman again.
Government Employees – Living here in DC Metro makes us have a lot of these folks. They always ask to have the work done on a federal holiday or on a Friday when they telecommute. They don’t care about the details only ask about the cost so they can put it on their spreadsheet. They also don't expect this to be done quickly like civilians. They are government employees they know how long it takes to get anything done. They are more patient than others when I tell them I can't get them on the schedule for 2 weeks.
Military Personnel – I love these men and women. They are polite and call me ma’am.
They ask questions and listen to the answers. When I go through what they need to do prior to our arrival they thank me for the time I have given them and they do as requested. They are the only ones who complete what is necessary, who thank us, and who are truly a joy to work with.
Techies – They have read our website from beginning to end and will only discuss through emails. They always compliment me on the great website. The phone apparently frightens them. They will take a week to correspond with me on details via email when it could be done with a 10-minute phone call. Websites and emails mean more to them than social skills so picking up the phone and actually having a conversation is unthinkable. When I ask for a daytime phone number for contact they say they only text. I imagine them as pasty figures who never see the sun. They email me all hours of the day and night which proves they have no life, social or otherwise. They seem skittish to me. If I leaned in it would frighten them I am certain.
Over 70– These folks are the only ones who are polite on the phone but the rest of the things they say are amazingly out of touch.
They call and are so confused about everything.
Now here is the thing. I'm getting older and I fear I will be like this too.
Everything needs to be explained over and over again.
They always whisper, “Does he speak English?” like whispering this politically incorrect statement makes it better. I don’t mind them at all because they do make me laugh and while they appear to be confused they are generally nice. Sadly nice is rare. I look at this group as my grandparents even though most aren't that much older than me.
Young Arrogant Guy – This is always a guy who tells me about all the homes or properties he has. He is either a flipper or a landlord and never over 34. One guy told me he had all this property and by the way, they are paid for. Why do I care I wanted to ask but just said, "that's nice" like I cared. Always wants it for the cheap because you know he has a big car payment -those Mercedes ain’t cheap. Speaks in fragments and not full sentences to show me what a mover and a shaker he is – he doesn’t have time for full sentences. While on the phone with me I hear him talking to others and I picture him texting, ordering a latte and flirting with the barista who he refers to as sweetie or darlin' all while on the phone with me. This is him telling me that I am not that important but he sure as hell is. He never is really listening to anyone but himself talk. He never stops bragging and I should be damn thankful he has taken time out of his day to call us for our services. He will always ask for a break in price and say it in a manner that he thinks I will be so frightened of losing the job that I will succumb to his request. I will never give these types a break like I will others. Never.
Women in Leadership/Powerful Positions – This group fascinates me because they are like men only polite. They are of a “certain age” - baby boomers like myself. They talk fast, don’t want a lot of information, spell out orders at me as though I work for them. Never a question – always a statement proclaimed with perfect diction and enunciation. They could be a bit intimidating if I didn’t realize that they had to be this way to get where they are. They are of that generation. Never rude but never warm. Just the facts ma’am and if they need to speak to us again their assistant always calls.
Cat Lovers – See Full Time Mommy’s but replace babies with cats. The only thing that really gets me is they add cat stories and honestly I want to scream. I never tell them that I am not a fan of cats. Instead, I listen and chuckle when appropriate. I know it's horrible of me - please don't send me hate mail. Dog people never talk to me about their dogs. Is this karma because of my phobia of cats?
Smokers – This group fascinates the hell out of me.
They always, and I will repeat, always ask about the chemicals used in the process.
They want to know the harmful effects of said chemicals on their lungs.
Stop laughing, they really ask this and don’t see this as odd.
What is even funnier is that all of them ask me this as I hear them puffing away on a cigarette. While I address their concern for their health politely I really want to scream THIS STUFF HAS NOTHING ON THE CARCINOGENS YOU ARE CURRENTLY INGESTING - but I don't of course. Rick actually arrived at a woman’s home where the bathroom tiles had turned yellow from smoke. She had a cigarette lit the entire time he was there and she questioned him repeatedly about the chemicals and the harm they may do to her breathing/health. Most recently a woman asked about the chemicals because she was concerned about her lungs. She too was smoking when she asked Rick this. He laughed and explained the ventilation done etc and then said to her, "you know it isn't as bad as what is in your hand." She said, "Oh these are no chemical cigarettes."
He asked if she was smoking her lawn then? She laughed and said, "No silly they make cigarettes with no chemicals at all - everyone is smoking them now."
Can’t make this shit up folks. BTW, she decided to move out for 24 hrs because she was afraid this would hurt her lungs.
Realtors – Ooh, these are a special breed. As I have written before they too think they are VIP’s….interestingly enough especially the women. They will ALWAYS tell me that if we do a good job there is so much business they will send our way. Good thing they say that because otherwise, we had no intentions of doing a great job! It's no surprise to us but it is funny that they ALL say the same thing. Men realtors say the same thing but with less self-importance attached. Both sexes in this field don't appear to be the brightest bulbs in the box. Everything must be explained so many times. They don't listen and they don't understand. They frustrate me. They are very demanding and get very snippy quickly if you can't accommodate them when they feel you should. I had to tell someone we couldn't be there for a week. She literally screamed and about broke my eardrum. When she was finished with her hissy fit I asked her how long it takes to get to in to see her hairdresser. "Oh, at least 3 weeks why?" So then you understand that one must be patient sometimes to see a professional who is great at their job. She actually said, "oh I see what you mean" And she booked it. How was that not apparent before? There has been only 1 realtor who was both nice and bright and he was the owner of the biggest agency here in the DC Metro area. I wanted to ask why he hires such dimwits, but I resisted since he spends a lot of money on his homes for sale and his flips.
Interesting stuff isn't it? It is to me anyways.
What is most interesting to me is that this is not random but constant.
Guess we’re not all so different are we?
I had to read people all the time.
Over the years I had several training seminars and classes on personality types and how to sell to them or how to work with them.
I learned how to hone that skill and I found it very useful in my social settings as well.
Some people you have to listen to their body more than their words.
Some people have a way of saying one thing and meaning another and you have to learn how to read this. I am great at reading tells in poker but I don't like to play cards.
I have tried to teach this to Rick because he does love to play poker.
But that is multi-tasking to him. He can't do it.
But boy while I watch him I so wish I could help him because that is truly my only talent.
Here is one that never fails....never.
The higher the voice the bigger the lie.
Now I don't mean if someone has a higher than normal voice they are big fat liars.
No, not at all.
I mean that if you are talking to someone and their voice goes up a noticeable amount the truth is not being shared here. I worked with a woman who did this all the time.
Her favorite line was, "I don't know what you mean?"
By the time the conversation got to this "high" point only dogs could hear her.
She was very easy to read. Try it next time, you'll see what I mean.
Of course, I never called her on this because she would just lie some more, but it helped me to know that she was lying and I would work it out accordingly.
When I met one of my husband's former bosses I knew immediately the type of guy he was. The first clue was that he had to stand close to speak with me so he was looking down on me.
He was at least 1 1/2 feet taller than me. If I moved back to look straight at him he would get closer so he was looking down and I would have to look up to him. I drove him nuts moving until I asked him if he could give me some space.
I knew this game. I have read these types before.
He always needed to feel like he was in a place of power.
Because this was not a work setting for me I wasn't allowing him to get away with this.
I knew right then he was a terribly insecure man and when my husband had issues with him he and I would discuss what I had learned on how to deal with that type.
It worked like a charm for my husband and he couldn’t believe once he knew these things how much easier it was with handling all the personality types in the office.
When I left the corporate world to work within my husband’s new business I never thought I would use those skills again or at least not as often. But boy was I ever wrong!
But what is different from my old sales career is the personality types from a service point of view.
There are several distinct personalities who call for our services.
After answering these phones for the last few years I have learned a great deal about the people who call. It helps immensely on how to sell to them as well as what information to go over in detail and what to gloss over. Some people work best with little info and some need way too much.
Because people call several times and we speak a great deal before the actual job is done for them I get a “feel” for them. I have a mental picture of what they look like as well as feel as though I know a lot about them.
At first, this was a fun game.
I would tell my husband what I thought his first appointment would look like and he would return and say whether I was spot on or not even close. I have been spot on 99% of the time. Rick seems to get a real kick out of it. I must admit it does in some small twisted way become a bit fun for me through the course of my day.
Then my little game progressed to what they do for a living. It has become very easy for me to figure out. I can nail this one. Here are some of the personality types and the questions they ask me, don’t ask me, or how they treat me….which is very telling.
Gender – No matter where they fall the differences between the sexes is very big.
Women will generally have a lot of questions in comparison to men.
Women buy because they like the service, liked me, liked what button I pushed etc.
If I hear the kids screaming in the background I know they will want to talk about the effects on a child etc.
Men ask price – now when can you do it. Period. End of story. The mind is made up.
Women ask everything and will mull over and then call yet again. This will take several calls before booking with women.
Full-time Mommy – This woman will give you so much more than you need to know.
She wants to talk to another adult and it is sadly apparent. Her number 1 concern about the job is how this will affect the baby/kids. Will this be toxic? Should she have them wrapped in bubble wrap while we are there? Would it be best if they move out of their home for a week? (Seriously I was asked this) Never a question of price, process or warranty only babies, babies, babies.
Pompous Man – This guy thinks he knows everything.
Mr. Machismo is my name for him. He is generally over 50 or older.
I am just the little woman who answers the phone and he makes damn sure he tells me so in one way or another. He will always ask to speak to a MAN but since I tell him no man is available he reminds me that I am inferior by a snort or a comment. He shares with me that he has read everything there is to know about this on the internet so no need to share that info with him. He'd do it himself if he wasn’t so important. He makes sure to let me know with his sighing etc that he barely has the time to give me his name and address so we can show up. He talks fast and again makes sure to remind me before we hang up that I am just a woman and he is oh so very important.
This type heterosexual guy is sadly abundant and I think if they were double jointed and could give themselves fellatio they would never leave the house or speak to a woman again.
Government Employees – Living here in DC Metro makes us have a lot of these folks. They always ask to have the work done on a federal holiday or on a Friday when they telecommute. They don’t care about the details only ask about the cost so they can put it on their spreadsheet. They also don't expect this to be done quickly like civilians. They are government employees they know how long it takes to get anything done. They are more patient than others when I tell them I can't get them on the schedule for 2 weeks.
Military Personnel – I love these men and women. They are polite and call me ma’am.
They ask questions and listen to the answers. When I go through what they need to do prior to our arrival they thank me for the time I have given them and they do as requested. They are the only ones who complete what is necessary, who thank us, and who are truly a joy to work with.
Techies – They have read our website from beginning to end and will only discuss through emails. They always compliment me on the great website. The phone apparently frightens them. They will take a week to correspond with me on details via email when it could be done with a 10-minute phone call. Websites and emails mean more to them than social skills so picking up the phone and actually having a conversation is unthinkable. When I ask for a daytime phone number for contact they say they only text. I imagine them as pasty figures who never see the sun. They email me all hours of the day and night which proves they have no life, social or otherwise. They seem skittish to me. If I leaned in it would frighten them I am certain.
Over 70– These folks are the only ones who are polite on the phone but the rest of the things they say are amazingly out of touch.
They call and are so confused about everything.
Now here is the thing. I'm getting older and I fear I will be like this too.
Everything needs to be explained over and over again.
They always whisper, “Does he speak English?” like whispering this politically incorrect statement makes it better. I don’t mind them at all because they do make me laugh and while they appear to be confused they are generally nice. Sadly nice is rare. I look at this group as my grandparents even though most aren't that much older than me.
Young Arrogant Guy – This is always a guy who tells me about all the homes or properties he has. He is either a flipper or a landlord and never over 34. One guy told me he had all this property and by the way, they are paid for. Why do I care I wanted to ask but just said, "that's nice" like I cared. Always wants it for the cheap because you know he has a big car payment -those Mercedes ain’t cheap. Speaks in fragments and not full sentences to show me what a mover and a shaker he is – he doesn’t have time for full sentences. While on the phone with me I hear him talking to others and I picture him texting, ordering a latte and flirting with the barista who he refers to as sweetie or darlin' all while on the phone with me. This is him telling me that I am not that important but he sure as hell is. He never is really listening to anyone but himself talk. He never stops bragging and I should be damn thankful he has taken time out of his day to call us for our services. He will always ask for a break in price and say it in a manner that he thinks I will be so frightened of losing the job that I will succumb to his request. I will never give these types a break like I will others. Never.
Women in Leadership/Powerful Positions – This group fascinates me because they are like men only polite. They are of a “certain age” - baby boomers like myself. They talk fast, don’t want a lot of information, spell out orders at me as though I work for them. Never a question – always a statement proclaimed with perfect diction and enunciation. They could be a bit intimidating if I didn’t realize that they had to be this way to get where they are. They are of that generation. Never rude but never warm. Just the facts ma’am and if they need to speak to us again their assistant always calls.
Cat Lovers – See Full Time Mommy’s but replace babies with cats. The only thing that really gets me is they add cat stories and honestly I want to scream. I never tell them that I am not a fan of cats. Instead, I listen and chuckle when appropriate. I know it's horrible of me - please don't send me hate mail. Dog people never talk to me about their dogs. Is this karma because of my phobia of cats?
Smokers – This group fascinates the hell out of me.
They always, and I will repeat, always ask about the chemicals used in the process.
They want to know the harmful effects of said chemicals on their lungs.
Stop laughing, they really ask this and don’t see this as odd.
What is even funnier is that all of them ask me this as I hear them puffing away on a cigarette. While I address their concern for their health politely I really want to scream THIS STUFF HAS NOTHING ON THE CARCINOGENS YOU ARE CURRENTLY INGESTING - but I don't of course. Rick actually arrived at a woman’s home where the bathroom tiles had turned yellow from smoke. She had a cigarette lit the entire time he was there and she questioned him repeatedly about the chemicals and the harm they may do to her breathing/health. Most recently a woman asked about the chemicals because she was concerned about her lungs. She too was smoking when she asked Rick this. He laughed and explained the ventilation done etc and then said to her, "you know it isn't as bad as what is in your hand." She said, "Oh these are no chemical cigarettes."
He asked if she was smoking her lawn then? She laughed and said, "No silly they make cigarettes with no chemicals at all - everyone is smoking them now."
Can’t make this shit up folks. BTW, she decided to move out for 24 hrs because she was afraid this would hurt her lungs.
Realtors – Ooh, these are a special breed. As I have written before they too think they are VIP’s….interestingly enough especially the women. They will ALWAYS tell me that if we do a good job there is so much business they will send our way. Good thing they say that because otherwise, we had no intentions of doing a great job! It's no surprise to us but it is funny that they ALL say the same thing. Men realtors say the same thing but with less self-importance attached. Both sexes in this field don't appear to be the brightest bulbs in the box. Everything must be explained so many times. They don't listen and they don't understand. They frustrate me. They are very demanding and get very snippy quickly if you can't accommodate them when they feel you should. I had to tell someone we couldn't be there for a week. She literally screamed and about broke my eardrum. When she was finished with her hissy fit I asked her how long it takes to get to in to see her hairdresser. "Oh, at least 3 weeks why?" So then you understand that one must be patient sometimes to see a professional who is great at their job. She actually said, "oh I see what you mean" And she booked it. How was that not apparent before? There has been only 1 realtor who was both nice and bright and he was the owner of the biggest agency here in the DC Metro area. I wanted to ask why he hires such dimwits, but I resisted since he spends a lot of money on his homes for sale and his flips.
Interesting stuff isn't it? It is to me anyways.
What is most interesting to me is that this is not random but constant.
Guess we’re not all so different are we?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Extending Lives
Monday I had this lovely conversation with a customer who sent us an email over the weekend while we were closed. Just another reason I am now misanthropic.
Here is the back story......She listed her name and her address as Alexandria VA. She made sure to use DR. before her name which lead me to believe this was academia versus medical. Those academic types feel the need to do that for some reason. If she was a man I would assume it was a small penis. Who knows what this woman's problem was.....but apparently she had several.
She did not elaborate as to her needs for a quote but left a phone number that was not a local area code. Now like most of you know the home phone as a land line phone has gone the way side like the phrase, "getting jiggy with it".
I am flanked by neighbors who only have cells phones. The neighbors to my right have a Michigan phone number. The neighbors to my left have a North Carolina number. I get out of town area codes all day long so that is not something that would be a red flag for me. People move, they use their cells phones. We live in a very transient area.
So at 9:00a.m. on Monday morning I called the woman who left me an email on Sunday.
Me: Hi this is Peggy from XYZ company returning Dr. XYZ email from over the weekend is she available?
Man: Who the hell is this?
Me: repeat above.
Man: She isn't available.....and now mumbling something to someone else about TILE
Woman comes on phone: SO WHAT IS YOUR BOTTOM LINE?
Me: Pardon me?
Woman: Are you stupid?
Me: Ma'am this is Peggy from XYZ. I am responding to your email request. What can I help you with this morning?
Woman: Okay so you are STUPID. I want a quote - what the hell is your bottom line?
Me: Would you like me to list quotes for all our services or is there one in particular you are interested in? (bitch didn't tell me if it was tub conversions or reglazing of a tub, tile or sink)
Woman: Okay stupid, I want to know how much it costs to reglaze my tub and be quick you have called me in California and you got me in the middle of my morning routine.
Me: I apologize ma'am I didn't know that you were on the west coast because the form stated a local address. I can give you a quote but I have to ask a few questions about your tub first.
Woman: So not only are you rude to call me at this hour but you are stupid (heavy sigh of disgust)
Me: (before she could say anything else): Well let me make this simple for you. If you have a small sink, with absolutely no damage, and it has never been reglazed before it costs $$.
Woman: ITS A BATHTUB. (like i was deaf)
Me: clawfoot, garden, jacuzzi or standard?
Woman: Oh my God you are driving me nuts!
Me: If it is a standard size tub and has never been reglazed before and we do it in white and it has absolutely no damage it will cost $$$$.
Woman: Well I never.....
Me: I didn't hear the rest because I hung up. I couldn't continue to be nice unless my head exploded and she wasn't worth the mess that would have made.
As Maxine says on the Hallmark card - Science has extended peoples lives - don't you wish you could choose who's life was extended or not?
Here is the back story......She listed her name and her address as Alexandria VA. She made sure to use DR. before her name which lead me to believe this was academia versus medical. Those academic types feel the need to do that for some reason. If she was a man I would assume it was a small penis. Who knows what this woman's problem was.....but apparently she had several.
She did not elaborate as to her needs for a quote but left a phone number that was not a local area code. Now like most of you know the home phone as a land line phone has gone the way side like the phrase, "getting jiggy with it".
I am flanked by neighbors who only have cells phones. The neighbors to my right have a Michigan phone number. The neighbors to my left have a North Carolina number. I get out of town area codes all day long so that is not something that would be a red flag for me. People move, they use their cells phones. We live in a very transient area.
So at 9:00a.m. on Monday morning I called the woman who left me an email on Sunday.
Me: Hi this is Peggy from XYZ company returning Dr. XYZ email from over the weekend is she available?
Man: Who the hell is this?
Me: repeat above.
Man: She isn't available.....and now mumbling something to someone else about TILE
Woman comes on phone: SO WHAT IS YOUR BOTTOM LINE?
Me: Pardon me?
Woman: Are you stupid?
Me: Ma'am this is Peggy from XYZ. I am responding to your email request. What can I help you with this morning?
Woman: Okay so you are STUPID. I want a quote - what the hell is your bottom line?
Me: Would you like me to list quotes for all our services or is there one in particular you are interested in? (bitch didn't tell me if it was tub conversions or reglazing of a tub, tile or sink)
Woman: Okay stupid, I want to know how much it costs to reglaze my tub and be quick you have called me in California and you got me in the middle of my morning routine.
Me: I apologize ma'am I didn't know that you were on the west coast because the form stated a local address. I can give you a quote but I have to ask a few questions about your tub first.
Woman: So not only are you rude to call me at this hour but you are stupid (heavy sigh of disgust)
Me: (before she could say anything else): Well let me make this simple for you. If you have a small sink, with absolutely no damage, and it has never been reglazed before it costs $$.
Woman: ITS A BATHTUB. (like i was deaf)
Me: clawfoot, garden, jacuzzi or standard?
Woman: Oh my God you are driving me nuts!
Me: If it is a standard size tub and has never been reglazed before and we do it in white and it has absolutely no damage it will cost $$$$.
Woman: Well I never.....
Me: I didn't hear the rest because I hung up. I couldn't continue to be nice unless my head exploded and she wasn't worth the mess that would have made.
As Maxine says on the Hallmark card - Science has extended peoples lives - don't you wish you could choose who's life was extended or not?
Monday, February 2, 2009
February Funk
My friends are all happy about their team winning the big game. Me? I'm just glad it's over.
The only thing the Super Bowl means to me is that in just a few more weeks Spring Training starts. Now the real sport begins!
But overall February just puts me in a funk.
Not quite spring - winter still lingering.
My skin is pasty pale and I am sick to death of dressing in layers.
Who needs all that added "weight" at this time of year?
Overall it never fails to hit me this time of year.
It's like annual PMS.
Maybe that is why they made Februray a short month.
I don't know if there are such statistics but I honestly think if there were, you would find that more suicides occur in February. Just my hunch.
It's just a damn depressing month.
I would bet it's probably the time of year that people stop going to the gym. Everyone knows that the exercising will help with the blues but who the hell feels like going to the gym when you feel like shit. Having an evening with my pals, Ben & Jerry, always sounds like a much better option!!
I just shared with the world that I am feeling pale, pasty, fat, glum and want to wrap my arms around my friends Ben & Jerry. Jeez now I really feel like shit.
Think I'm going to the gym?
The only thing the Super Bowl means to me is that in just a few more weeks Spring Training starts. Now the real sport begins!
But overall February just puts me in a funk.
Not quite spring - winter still lingering.
My skin is pasty pale and I am sick to death of dressing in layers.
Who needs all that added "weight" at this time of year?
Overall it never fails to hit me this time of year.
It's like annual PMS.
Maybe that is why they made Februray a short month.
I don't know if there are such statistics but I honestly think if there were, you would find that more suicides occur in February. Just my hunch.
It's just a damn depressing month.
I would bet it's probably the time of year that people stop going to the gym. Everyone knows that the exercising will help with the blues but who the hell feels like going to the gym when you feel like shit. Having an evening with my pals, Ben & Jerry, always sounds like a much better option!!
I just shared with the world that I am feeling pale, pasty, fat, glum and want to wrap my arms around my friends Ben & Jerry. Jeez now I really feel like shit.
Think I'm going to the gym?
Friday, January 30, 2009
Super Bowl
I don't like football. I don't go to Super Bowl parties because aside from the food I don't much care so I am bored out of my mind.
I am fortunate to be married to someone who feels the same way. That is always good in a marriage!
But I have to say after the endless shows of food for Super Bowl Sunday I may have to change my mind.
This morning on Good Morning America they showed a food that must have a food group all it's own. PORK. Lots of Pork. OMG I bet this is actually very good. The link below makes it look great! Isn't everything better with bacon? Hell I have friends who are vegetarian and then they will admit after a few cocktails that they cheat sometimes with the dreaded BACON. A life without good slab bacon is just not worth living. I will skip meals for days to have bacon in my life.
Okay I digress...
This actually begins with a bacon weave. No shit. So after you make a 5x5 bacon weave with roughly a pound or a bit more of bacon you add saugage and then bacon again. This sucker is seasoned, rolled and barbequed to perfection - You must check this out it cracks me up and looks delicious.
http://www.bbqaddicts.com/bacon-explosion.html
Now I really do hate these shows today where I heard someone say to "make Salmon for the party because it's less fattening and just as good." Oh really? I say, "Man up or go home! "
Today I also heard, "Don't forget to put out the celery it's good to munch for crunch so you don't eat empty calories." Or this one, " using low fat sauce for your chicken wings".
I say, LISTEN UP IF YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT CALORIES DON'T EAT ANYTHING AND BRING YOUR OWN DAMN RICE CAKES.
Better yet, IT'S THE FUCKING SUPER BOWL. LIVE A LITTLE.
Isn't this half the fun of the Super Bowl, the beer, the snacks, the screaming for your favorite team? You can diet and go to the gym again on Monday!
Now pass the Lipitor.
Hope your team wins!
I am fortunate to be married to someone who feels the same way. That is always good in a marriage!
But I have to say after the endless shows of food for Super Bowl Sunday I may have to change my mind.
This morning on Good Morning America they showed a food that must have a food group all it's own. PORK. Lots of Pork. OMG I bet this is actually very good. The link below makes it look great! Isn't everything better with bacon? Hell I have friends who are vegetarian and then they will admit after a few cocktails that they cheat sometimes with the dreaded BACON. A life without good slab bacon is just not worth living. I will skip meals for days to have bacon in my life.
Okay I digress...
This actually begins with a bacon weave. No shit. So after you make a 5x5 bacon weave with roughly a pound or a bit more of bacon you add saugage and then bacon again. This sucker is seasoned, rolled and barbequed to perfection - You must check this out it cracks me up and looks delicious.
http://www.bbqaddicts.com/bacon-explosion.html
Now I really do hate these shows today where I heard someone say to "make Salmon for the party because it's less fattening and just as good." Oh really? I say, "Man up or go home! "
Today I also heard, "Don't forget to put out the celery it's good to munch for crunch so you don't eat empty calories." Or this one, " using low fat sauce for your chicken wings".
I say, LISTEN UP IF YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT CALORIES DON'T EAT ANYTHING AND BRING YOUR OWN DAMN RICE CAKES.
Better yet, IT'S THE FUCKING SUPER BOWL. LIVE A LITTLE.
Isn't this half the fun of the Super Bowl, the beer, the snacks, the screaming for your favorite team? You can diet and go to the gym again on Monday!
Now pass the Lipitor.
Hope your team wins!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Yankee Years
I am forever surprised at myself that I never fail to be disappointed in human kind.
I somehow think that it won't happen again & I am disappointed in myself that I can be so gullible.
Just when I think there are people who do the right thing - then BAM, they go and show me they are more than human and can't do the right thing to save their lives. Why has doing the right thing become so passe? Why is it so out of favor or old fashioned?
Don't get me wrong, I know that I am far from perfect but there are some things that I will not do.
I somehow think that it won't happen again & I am disappointed in myself that I can be so gullible.
Just when I think there are people who do the right thing - then BAM, they go and show me they are more than human and can't do the right thing to save their lives. Why has doing the right thing become so passe? Why is it so out of favor or old fashioned?
Don't get me wrong, I know that I am far from perfect but there are some things that I will not do.
- I will never ever write a book about the pain of my childhood until my parents are gone.
- I will never write a book or tell all on television about any living siblings in a hurtful way even if it is all fact.
- I will never rat out a friend but instead support them unless it involves murder or pedophilia
- I will never lie about someone to "get back at them" for wrongs done to me.
- I will never tell the truth (in gossip form) about someone publicly to "get back at them" for wrongs done to me
- I will never go back on my word unless there is danger involved with me not doing so.
- I will never hurt someone with lies but perhaps with honesty but never ever intentionally.
- I will never "tell all" no matter how much money they throw at me. My integrity does not have a price tag.
These are things that came to mind after reading all the articles and watching all the television talking heads about Joe Torre's new book on his Yankee Years.
This was a man I admired. Now too he is tarnished and I feel like there are no solid people out there any more with an ounce of dignity, integrity and class.
What next Joe Paterno?
God help us all.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Inauguration Hangover
As anyone who reads this blog knows I am a TV junkie.
But I think yesterday I broke my own record of being glued to the televsion.
Here are some tidbits that I found interesting in my local DC newspaper today.
But I think yesterday I broke my own record of being glued to the televsion.
Here are some tidbits that I found interesting in my local DC newspaper today.
- Over 2 million people and NOT 1 arrest!
- 30 children got away from there parents - all were reunited without incident and with the help from others in the crowd or security/police
- The 68 yr. old woman who fell onto the tracks of the metro was unharmed. The man who helped her arrived in DC to help with the security of the inauguration. The day before he had just learned what to do should someone fall onto the tracks. I know that woman must be extremely thankful he was there!
- Restaurants, hotels and bars locally knew all the roads getting into the District were going to be closed so they asked that their wait staff and employees spend the night so all could be sure to be there to help them assist the crowds. The employee's did spend the night and the managers, owners etc of said business's paid them, made it fun for them and feed them. The day of the event all employees as well as businesess did a rousing business and made some serious cash. How's that for good karma?
People were saying it felt like the 60's ...... you know, Woodstock without the drugs and mud just Love and Community :-)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
1-20-09
I wish I could bottle all this excitement and hope in the air here in my town.
Rick and I decided early on that we would watch from the comfort of our home and be warm. But that doesn’t stop us from feeling the electricity in the air.
I even got tickets that I turned down so that I could watch this close up on TV from home.
Wherever you go here, whatever your politics, you feel it, you breathe it in, and it’s warm and wonderful. I hope it can sustain. I bet even the DMV feels better this week.
Sunday as we watched the We Are One inauguration show on HBO with all the great entertainers we had some doubts. We were sitting in our comfy theatre seats watching on a big screen HD TV and getting so wrapped up in it all. The electricity was palpable.
During the 2 hr show we were moved to get up and dance, we cried, and we hugged.
All in our WARM little home.
At one point my husband looked at me and said, “God its right here in our backyard are we going to regret not going to this?”
Then after the show we saw the news.
The crowds, the traffic, the inability to get where you needed to be for hours…..a sea of red brake lights and long lines at the metro.
They showed people in line for over an hour or sometimes 2 hrs just to go through security, be patted down and your belongings gone through to just get to the show.
That is when we knew we made the right decision to stay in our warm home where the clean warm bathrooms were just a few steps away.
We like our bathrooms.
Bathrooms they say are a plenty but really?
I mean 8,000 port a potties seems like a lot but if you have over 3 million people is it? And if you are packed in like sardines how difficult will it be to get to that port a potty? That would be more difficult for me than the cold. And to be honest, cold makes me always have to pee – and sitting on that cold port a potty in 17 degrees is well – UGH!
I have watched the Bush’s last few interviews and God love the idiot he still thinks he did a good job on Katrina, the wars, the economy etc. Bush was defiant when asked how he thinks he will go down in history. He thinks he did a great job. I think that is why so many don’t care for his character. Just once I would have loved to hear him say on any given topic, and there were many, "you know I thought at the time it was the right decision but I see in hindsight that it was a grave error." I could respect him so much more if he could do that but that isn't why he is so disliked now is it?
On Sunday while wrapped in the blanket of Obama spirit , hope and excitement my husband asked me if I felt badly for Bush. I quickly said, “Hell No”
Rick said, “You know this isn’t just a celebration of what we all are hoping to come but that we are celebrating who is leaving. Do you think Bush feels that?”
I thought about that for a moment and said sadly, “If he does know that part of this is a celebration of getting him and his cronies the hell out of a leadership role that would mean he understands what a bad president his was. So no, I don’t think he feels that. But I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall when he leaves in that helicopter today with he and Laura just to be sure.”
Here’s to all of us on this day of hope!
1-20-09
Rick and I decided early on that we would watch from the comfort of our home and be warm. But that doesn’t stop us from feeling the electricity in the air.
I even got tickets that I turned down so that I could watch this close up on TV from home.
Wherever you go here, whatever your politics, you feel it, you breathe it in, and it’s warm and wonderful. I hope it can sustain. I bet even the DMV feels better this week.
Sunday as we watched the We Are One inauguration show on HBO with all the great entertainers we had some doubts. We were sitting in our comfy theatre seats watching on a big screen HD TV and getting so wrapped up in it all. The electricity was palpable.
During the 2 hr show we were moved to get up and dance, we cried, and we hugged.
All in our WARM little home.
At one point my husband looked at me and said, “God its right here in our backyard are we going to regret not going to this?”
Then after the show we saw the news.
The crowds, the traffic, the inability to get where you needed to be for hours…..a sea of red brake lights and long lines at the metro.
They showed people in line for over an hour or sometimes 2 hrs just to go through security, be patted down and your belongings gone through to just get to the show.
That is when we knew we made the right decision to stay in our warm home where the clean warm bathrooms were just a few steps away.
We like our bathrooms.
Bathrooms they say are a plenty but really?
I mean 8,000 port a potties seems like a lot but if you have over 3 million people is it? And if you are packed in like sardines how difficult will it be to get to that port a potty? That would be more difficult for me than the cold. And to be honest, cold makes me always have to pee – and sitting on that cold port a potty in 17 degrees is well – UGH!
I have watched the Bush’s last few interviews and God love the idiot he still thinks he did a good job on Katrina, the wars, the economy etc. Bush was defiant when asked how he thinks he will go down in history. He thinks he did a great job. I think that is why so many don’t care for his character. Just once I would have loved to hear him say on any given topic, and there were many, "you know I thought at the time it was the right decision but I see in hindsight that it was a grave error." I could respect him so much more if he could do that but that isn't why he is so disliked now is it?
On Sunday while wrapped in the blanket of Obama spirit , hope and excitement my husband asked me if I felt badly for Bush. I quickly said, “Hell No”
Rick said, “You know this isn’t just a celebration of what we all are hoping to come but that we are celebrating who is leaving. Do you think Bush feels that?”
I thought about that for a moment and said sadly, “If he does know that part of this is a celebration of getting him and his cronies the hell out of a leadership role that would mean he understands what a bad president his was. So no, I don’t think he feels that. But I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall when he leaves in that helicopter today with he and Laura just to be sure.”
Here’s to all of us on this day of hope!
1-20-09
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Airport Pick up for the Inauguration
I live so close to the Washington Dulles Airport that when moving into this development they made us sign something that basically told us that we couldn't sue about the noise and airplanes overhead.
So imagine my surprise when I read that George Clooney was at the Dulles airport a couple days ago being harrassed by female fans and paparazzi. And he didn't even call me for a ride!!
He's here in my town for the inauguration, along with the other 2.5 million folks who are all swooping into town.
I saw a slew of pictures of him trying to get out of the airport.
The final picture was of him freezing in his fine cashmere coat and dandy hat while jumping into a limo while mere mortals were bugging the shit out of him while he fled to the city. Do you know how easy I could have made this for him? Hell why didn't he call for my services?
Think about it .....who the hell would ever imagine that it would be THE George Clooney getting into that middle aged woman's little blue sportscar with VA plates. I would have greeted him with a hot toddy or perhaps a nice cup of hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, turned on the seat heaters and greeted him warmly all while doing my best to hide my sheer joy and drooling. Since I have to keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road he would have had a hassle free ride to his 5 star hotel downtown.
He didn't even call me for Pete's sake.
I hope Gerard Butler and Craig Ferguson know that I am available to be their "limo" upon request. My little blue T-bird convertible is like a limo in camoflauge. It's free and no papparazzi. comes with a warm beverage of choice, no hassles, and they can pick the tunes. How much better does it get for a celebrity who wants to avoid the hassles and all the peskiness of celebrityhood.
I have to cut this short. I am going to go circle the airport now for all the folks coming into town for the inaugaration.
So imagine my surprise when I read that George Clooney was at the Dulles airport a couple days ago being harrassed by female fans and paparazzi. And he didn't even call me for a ride!!
He's here in my town for the inauguration, along with the other 2.5 million folks who are all swooping into town.
I saw a slew of pictures of him trying to get out of the airport.
The final picture was of him freezing in his fine cashmere coat and dandy hat while jumping into a limo while mere mortals were bugging the shit out of him while he fled to the city. Do you know how easy I could have made this for him? Hell why didn't he call for my services?
Think about it .....who the hell would ever imagine that it would be THE George Clooney getting into that middle aged woman's little blue sportscar with VA plates. I would have greeted him with a hot toddy or perhaps a nice cup of hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, turned on the seat heaters and greeted him warmly all while doing my best to hide my sheer joy and drooling. Since I have to keep my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road he would have had a hassle free ride to his 5 star hotel downtown.
He didn't even call me for Pete's sake.
I hope Gerard Butler and Craig Ferguson know that I am available to be their "limo" upon request. My little blue T-bird convertible is like a limo in camoflauge. It's free and no papparazzi. comes with a warm beverage of choice, no hassles, and they can pick the tunes. How much better does it get for a celebrity who wants to avoid the hassles and all the peskiness of celebrityhood.
I have to cut this short. I am going to go circle the airport now for all the folks coming into town for the inaugaration.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
HUH?
I have seen the future and it’s really both sad and funny.
We were watching TV last night and saw a man at a cotillion and he was sipping his punch with his pinkie in the air and they made fun of him.
That reminded me of something I had just seen on another show during our vacation. It was Miss Manners along with the British Miss Manners saying that raising your pinkie while drinking is considered poor etiquette.
So upon seeing this scene on TV I immediately say to my husband…..
"You know that raising your pinkie is considered poor etiquette? "
(chuckling) "Raising your pee pee is considered poor etiquette? Since when is a boner poor etiquette? Well in public I suppose….. "
laughter.
"How the hell did you come up with a boner?
Who said anything about a boner?
God, you’re a pig! "
"You said it first. You just said raising your pee pee is poor etiquette. "
"No, I didn’t! What the hell are you talking about Rick? "
Laughing through tears now he says….
"Margaret, you just said that raising your pee pee is poor etiquette why did you say that then? "
Now realizing that he didn’t hear this correctly I too am laughing.
"Are we going to be like this as we get older and really can’t hear? "
So very loudly I say….
"I SAID THAT RAISING YOUR PINKIE IS CONSIDERED POOR ETIQUETTE!"
"Oh. Well okay, but why did you bring that up? "
Ah, shit I give up!
We were watching TV last night and saw a man at a cotillion and he was sipping his punch with his pinkie in the air and they made fun of him.
That reminded me of something I had just seen on another show during our vacation. It was Miss Manners along with the British Miss Manners saying that raising your pinkie while drinking is considered poor etiquette.
So upon seeing this scene on TV I immediately say to my husband…..
"You know that raising your pinkie is considered poor etiquette? "
(chuckling) "Raising your pee pee is considered poor etiquette? Since when is a boner poor etiquette? Well in public I suppose….. "
laughter.
"How the hell did you come up with a boner?
Who said anything about a boner?
God, you’re a pig! "
"You said it first. You just said raising your pee pee is poor etiquette. "
"No, I didn’t! What the hell are you talking about Rick? "
Laughing through tears now he says….
"Margaret, you just said that raising your pee pee is poor etiquette why did you say that then? "
Now realizing that he didn’t hear this correctly I too am laughing.
"Are we going to be like this as we get older and really can’t hear? "
So very loudly I say….
"I SAID THAT RAISING YOUR PINKIE IS CONSIDERED POOR ETIQUETTE!"
"Oh. Well okay, but why did you bring that up? "
Ah, shit I give up!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Movies, Liquor, Food and Injuries
Now that’s some holiday huh?
Yep did all of the above.
It’s been forever since hubby and I have seen a movie in the theatre. We always make plans to go and then something happens. You know like life.
But we were determined to go out to the movies, out to dinners and see friends over this time we had off since we were not traveling this holiday season. And for the most part we did most of that.
But sadly once again being old slapped us in the face. You know like when I walked by a store window and wondered who that old lady was? That kind of slap in the ass…..
We went to a matinee one afternoon and were shocked that it was $10 a piece.
“Wow, it really has been a long time since we’ve been to a movie if the matinees prices are the price I remember paying for the evening shows.”
"Yea, well talking about the movie prices when you were a kid makes you sound like an old fart so just pay the baby with the zits the money old man."
We stood in line to get a bag of popcorn to share and a bottle of water. Another $10.00.
So right now we’ve spent $30.00. No biggie really but it just seemed high for an afternoon movie.
But like I said it’s been awhile (less than a year though)
We saw the movie Milk. Excellent movie!
Sean Penn is simply the best of my generation.
You forget who he is in any movie because he truly becomes who he is playing.
Outstanding movie! The movie was a heavy topic and made both Rick and I think about the story for a couple of days but in a good way- the way a good movie will stick with you.
It is an outstanding performance that I hope Sean Penn is nominated for.
A few days later we went to see Marley and Me and decided we weren’t ready for our new Lab puppy just yet. This movie makes you fear getting a dog or makes you want one all the more.
I thought I was ready. Mmmm....maybe when I retire and can devote all that time.
Cute movie, good family fare. We needed the “lightness” after Milk so it fit the bill. All together, $50.00 for 2 movies, 1 bag of popcorn and a small bottle of water.
So there ya go being old hit us in the face again. Complaining about spending $50 on the above and we are certifiably sounding like old fuddy duddy’s and it made us laugh,
How the hell do young people go on a date for a dinner and a movie and not spend a few hundred dollars and how the hell can they do that? We bought a few pay per view movies this week and stayed home. $4-6 dollars didn’t seem so bad after an afternoon at the theatre and I make much better popcorn!
“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no”…amy winehouse
2nd time we were hit upside the proverbial head with this damn mantra of “c’mon you’re old people so give in to it”…..Injuries do us both in.
Long story short I am in rehab for hip/back issue. Wearing a tens unit and going to rehab during my break 2 days a week. “I don’t want to be in rehab with all the other oldies and I say, no, no, no.”
3rd times a charm.
Rick’s knee injury flared up and just as it was feeling better he walked into a trailer hitch on the back of a truck and has been off his feet for 5 days. Screaming withering type pain that made him ask to go to the doctor. Now you know it's bad when a man wants to go to a doctor. Now I have seen everything.
MRI this week. Canceled all of his appointments for work and otherwise. He has been in his chair with his leg up for a few days now and is ready to scream. He hates being still so much but on a good note he has learned the joy of reading. No kidding he has read more books this week than he has ever read in any given year.
Do you know why old people talk about their aches and pains so much Margaret?
Is this the brainstorming you do while sitting in that chair old man?
Yep, and I think the reason is that is all that happens to them. They have nothing else to talk about .Look at our holiday?
Oh God another smack on the head but I refuse to believe this is happening to us.
“I am not going to get old, I say, no, no, no.”
So on my holiday vacation, I ate too much sugar, I drank way too much alcohol, I saw a lot of movies and waited on my husband. God it’s really happening isn’t it?
My new year’s resolution is to get younger.
Happy New Year!
Yep did all of the above.
It’s been forever since hubby and I have seen a movie in the theatre. We always make plans to go and then something happens. You know like life.
But we were determined to go out to the movies, out to dinners and see friends over this time we had off since we were not traveling this holiday season. And for the most part we did most of that.
But sadly once again being old slapped us in the face. You know like when I walked by a store window and wondered who that old lady was? That kind of slap in the ass…..
We went to a matinee one afternoon and were shocked that it was $10 a piece.
“Wow, it really has been a long time since we’ve been to a movie if the matinees prices are the price I remember paying for the evening shows.”
"Yea, well talking about the movie prices when you were a kid makes you sound like an old fart so just pay the baby with the zits the money old man."
We stood in line to get a bag of popcorn to share and a bottle of water. Another $10.00.
So right now we’ve spent $30.00. No biggie really but it just seemed high for an afternoon movie.
But like I said it’s been awhile (less than a year though)
We saw the movie Milk. Excellent movie!
Sean Penn is simply the best of my generation.
You forget who he is in any movie because he truly becomes who he is playing.
Outstanding movie! The movie was a heavy topic and made both Rick and I think about the story for a couple of days but in a good way- the way a good movie will stick with you.
It is an outstanding performance that I hope Sean Penn is nominated for.
A few days later we went to see Marley and Me and decided we weren’t ready for our new Lab puppy just yet. This movie makes you fear getting a dog or makes you want one all the more.
I thought I was ready. Mmmm....maybe when I retire and can devote all that time.
Cute movie, good family fare. We needed the “lightness” after Milk so it fit the bill. All together, $50.00 for 2 movies, 1 bag of popcorn and a small bottle of water.
So there ya go being old hit us in the face again. Complaining about spending $50 on the above and we are certifiably sounding like old fuddy duddy’s and it made us laugh,
How the hell do young people go on a date for a dinner and a movie and not spend a few hundred dollars and how the hell can they do that? We bought a few pay per view movies this week and stayed home. $4-6 dollars didn’t seem so bad after an afternoon at the theatre and I make much better popcorn!
“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no”…amy winehouse
2nd time we were hit upside the proverbial head with this damn mantra of “c’mon you’re old people so give in to it”…..Injuries do us both in.
Long story short I am in rehab for hip/back issue. Wearing a tens unit and going to rehab during my break 2 days a week. “I don’t want to be in rehab with all the other oldies and I say, no, no, no.”
3rd times a charm.
Rick’s knee injury flared up and just as it was feeling better he walked into a trailer hitch on the back of a truck and has been off his feet for 5 days. Screaming withering type pain that made him ask to go to the doctor. Now you know it's bad when a man wants to go to a doctor. Now I have seen everything.
MRI this week. Canceled all of his appointments for work and otherwise. He has been in his chair with his leg up for a few days now and is ready to scream. He hates being still so much but on a good note he has learned the joy of reading. No kidding he has read more books this week than he has ever read in any given year.
Do you know why old people talk about their aches and pains so much Margaret?
Is this the brainstorming you do while sitting in that chair old man?
Yep, and I think the reason is that is all that happens to them. They have nothing else to talk about .Look at our holiday?
Oh God another smack on the head but I refuse to believe this is happening to us.
“I am not going to get old, I say, no, no, no.”
So on my holiday vacation, I ate too much sugar, I drank way too much alcohol, I saw a lot of movies and waited on my husband. God it’s really happening isn’t it?
My new year’s resolution is to get younger.
Happy New Year!
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