I LOVE York peppermint patties.
I really love them frozen!
But I can't buy that nice little bag with lots of little mini peppermint patties and freeze them because I will eat them all.
I'll eat one of those little delicious babies and then think, "well it's small I can have another."
Then I think to myself, "well 4 of those mini yummy treats are equal to one regular size peppermint patty so what the hell."
Before you know it I'm am off like a junkie.
I can't have those in the house at all.
Yesterday while watching television they kept showing peppermint patty commercials.
I made the big mistake of talking out loud while the commercial was on for the umpteenth time.
"I just want one big one every day! That'd make me a happy girl."
( big laugher from rick as he responds)
"I'll give you one big one every day."
Honestly I made that too easy for him didn't I?
Monday, October 7, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Randomness and NOT political
I have found that Internet Explorer is giving me fits.
Some sights will no longer support it.
Some of the places I pay my bills will no longer work with IE.
So I went to firefox or Chrome. Oh my how I don't care for them.
There is all kinds of advertising in them.
For example, if reading my blog on IE there are no advertising.
There are no links in the blog post itself.
If I go to the other two I am bombarded with ads and links.
I have this issue with all sites not just my blog.
I hate it.
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I am not the least bit thrilled with this July weather in October.
I want my October weather.
I fear this may go from hot to cold with no autumn in between.
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There was a decapitated bird on my porch a few days ago.
That was lovely to see.
I was using the old broom to sweep off the leaves that had fallen and I get to the corner and see this among the leaves. I let out a scream and poor Izzy came running.
She looked at it, looked at me and then walked away.
So when Rick got home guess what I made him take care of immediately?
Oooh it was so gross.
How it got there is beyond me and I don't wanna know either.
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Izzy has been getting us up at 1:30 - 3:30 lately.
We feed her at the same times each day. Nothing is new or changed.
But last night it was my turn. I am walking around the neighbor hood at 1:20am.
She had the longest pee in the history of peeing.
We noticed last night that she was drinking more water than normal but we didn't feed her anything different all day. So I don't know what was happening.
I threw on clothes. My husbands sweatshirt was on his chair and i just grabbed it.
I wear a medium and my hubby wears a XXLT. I had on a holey pair of leggings and my hair was standing straight up on one side and the other was completely flattened. I pray as I walk that no one else is out at this hour. I am swimming in a shirt with holes in my pants and slippers on my feet. I am a walking zombie. When we get back to the house she goes to bed.
I lay there awake now. I fell back to sleep at 5am....she and Rick were up at 5:30a so then I was too.
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I hate showers of any kind....wedding, baby whatever. I would rather have a sharp stick in my eye. I have to go to one tomorrow. Rick and i have been holding this cold thing at bay. If it is going to come out full blown then by God I hope it's tonight so I don't have to go to this baby shower. All the ooh's aah's are so not my thing. I didn't want them for my wedding the first time around. My mother and mother in law INSISTED. I was miserable. I made them promise me no stupid games! They actually listened. Mine had booze, food and one of them was quite fun. Friends still talk about it. That is because it wasn't a stupid girly shower. It was something men would have enjoyed too. It was at my Aunt's pool. she had a great built in pool and pool area. There was a fountain for Ben Bakers - pure booze and there was a ton of food. Everyone came casual and swimsuits.
I had an old Aunt who was always so prime and proper jump in the pool with her clothes on because she was a tipsy. (her words) This one was fun - as fun as you can have at these things.
Thankfully the 2nd time around I was a full blown adult and did things my way.
No showers, no gifts, no games.
And you know there will be those dumb ass games that make me want to throw up.
Like melted chocolate in a diaper. pleeeaassee!!
This is when I wish I were a man. They don't do these stupid things.
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TGIF
Some sights will no longer support it.
Some of the places I pay my bills will no longer work with IE.
So I went to firefox or Chrome. Oh my how I don't care for them.
There is all kinds of advertising in them.
For example, if reading my blog on IE there are no advertising.
There are no links in the blog post itself.
If I go to the other two I am bombarded with ads and links.
I have this issue with all sites not just my blog.
I hate it.
______________
I am not the least bit thrilled with this July weather in October.
I want my October weather.
I fear this may go from hot to cold with no autumn in between.
______________
There was a decapitated bird on my porch a few days ago.
That was lovely to see.
I was using the old broom to sweep off the leaves that had fallen and I get to the corner and see this among the leaves. I let out a scream and poor Izzy came running.
She looked at it, looked at me and then walked away.
So when Rick got home guess what I made him take care of immediately?
Oooh it was so gross.
How it got there is beyond me and I don't wanna know either.
_________________
Izzy has been getting us up at 1:30 - 3:30 lately.
We feed her at the same times each day. Nothing is new or changed.
But last night it was my turn. I am walking around the neighbor hood at 1:20am.
She had the longest pee in the history of peeing.
We noticed last night that she was drinking more water than normal but we didn't feed her anything different all day. So I don't know what was happening.
I threw on clothes. My husbands sweatshirt was on his chair and i just grabbed it.
I wear a medium and my hubby wears a XXLT. I had on a holey pair of leggings and my hair was standing straight up on one side and the other was completely flattened. I pray as I walk that no one else is out at this hour. I am swimming in a shirt with holes in my pants and slippers on my feet. I am a walking zombie. When we get back to the house she goes to bed.
I lay there awake now. I fell back to sleep at 5am....she and Rick were up at 5:30a so then I was too.
__________________
I hate showers of any kind....wedding, baby whatever. I would rather have a sharp stick in my eye. I have to go to one tomorrow. Rick and i have been holding this cold thing at bay. If it is going to come out full blown then by God I hope it's tonight so I don't have to go to this baby shower. All the ooh's aah's are so not my thing. I didn't want them for my wedding the first time around. My mother and mother in law INSISTED. I was miserable. I made them promise me no stupid games! They actually listened. Mine had booze, food and one of them was quite fun. Friends still talk about it. That is because it wasn't a stupid girly shower. It was something men would have enjoyed too. It was at my Aunt's pool. she had a great built in pool and pool area. There was a fountain for Ben Bakers - pure booze and there was a ton of food. Everyone came casual and swimsuits.
I had an old Aunt who was always so prime and proper jump in the pool with her clothes on because she was a tipsy. (her words) This one was fun - as fun as you can have at these things.
Thankfully the 2nd time around I was a full blown adult and did things my way.
No showers, no gifts, no games.
And you know there will be those dumb ass games that make me want to throw up.
Like melted chocolate in a diaper. pleeeaassee!!
This is when I wish I were a man. They don't do these stupid things.
_______________________
TGIF
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Asshats in Congress
I am going to tell all of you outside of the area I live, DC Metro, what this gov't shut down means to we little people. (dc metro encompasses southern MD, DC and northern VA)
The asshats who shut us down are getting paid during all of this.
Did you know that? Do you care?
If you don't care then you too are an asshat because you should give a damn.
While they were drinking and fighting like the bullies they are, we are already suffering.
This morning we had 2 cancellations Both were government contract employees.
They don't want to spend the money now and that is certainly understandable.
But that means Peggy doesn't eat or pay her mortgage either.
We expect there to be many more cancellations and a halt to all businesses around here.
I suspect that most folks in American won't feel anything for awhile so they are ignorant to what is going on.
To that I say, just wait, if you continue to do nothing then you too are an asshat and a bigger one than the big assholes in Congress who voted that way. I won't be voting for any of them that is for sure.
Bullies, they are big ugly bullies.
I heard the man who never is at a loss for words and has sometimes been called a bully himself, talk about the idiots who vote to shut down our country. I agreed with him.
Governor Christie's quote, " I think it's always irresponsible if you're running the government to be advocating for shutting it down. That, by definition, is a failure. You've gotta work it out."
The asshats who shut us down are getting paid during all of this.
Did you know that? Do you care?
If you don't care then you too are an asshat because you should give a damn.
While they were drinking and fighting like the bullies they are, we are already suffering.
This morning we had 2 cancellations Both were government contract employees.
They don't want to spend the money now and that is certainly understandable.
But that means Peggy doesn't eat or pay her mortgage either.
We expect there to be many more cancellations and a halt to all businesses around here.
I suspect that most folks in American won't feel anything for awhile so they are ignorant to what is going on.
To that I say, just wait, if you continue to do nothing then you too are an asshat and a bigger one than the big assholes in Congress who voted that way. I won't be voting for any of them that is for sure.
Bullies, they are big ugly bullies.
I heard the man who never is at a loss for words and has sometimes been called a bully himself, talk about the idiots who vote to shut down our country. I agreed with him.
Governor Christie's quote, " I think it's always irresponsible if you're running the government to be advocating for shutting it down. That, by definition, is a failure. You've gotta work it out."
- The government shut down today? Really? I thought it had been shut down for years. I've been waiting a long time for it to open.
Monday, September 30, 2013
I'm back....YIPEE
Where is the world has Peg been?
Hint:
There are benches along the way. I imagine if you get tired and need to rest? Anyhoo, here is Rick being an a goof ball and making Katie laugh. There is another picture but I actually can't post it here. Bad Rick, dirty bad Rick.
This one made me laugh below. I was lagging behind and when we got to the water Katie was walking on rocks in the water. But it looks like she's a guy peeing doesn't it? I had to stop and capture that because I am just mean like that.
Hint:
Yep I went to my hometown of Erie PA as you can see by the photo.
My Dad's therapy is helping but this week we will learn if he will have the surgery or just a shot to help with the pain. The aqua therapy is actually helping but he is still in constant pain and he can't sit or lay and he just walks around the house in circles with his walker.
Dad is so tiny it freaks me out. This big robust man is tiny, frail and oh so skinny. He is down to 112lbs or less my Mom said. (Shit I want to be 112lbs!)
But he still likes his wine. He had wine all weekend. (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree here does it?)
He said wine was better than those damn pills they give him. So no matter how much pain he is in he refuses to take his vicodin. Not going to change the spots of a soon to be 86 year old.
I figure if you live to that age you should be able to do what ever the hell you want.
And we all know he sure does.
My niece had homecoming while we were home and I cropped this pic of Dad and my step mom to not splash the date of my niece all over the internet since I didn't ask him.
Dad is standing here without his walker. He doesn't look too badly here. His pants are so big on him and we teased him because somehow the old coot has lost his ass. So we were joking around with him about that. I told him it was no wonder he couldn't sit comfortably he has no ass for Pete's sake. He can still give as good as he gets. So that was fun. But he forgets so much and I try not to be saddened by it and just play along. He kept hugging me and kissing me and telling me he loves me. I asked him if he knew who I was and he slapped my arm and said, "yes you are my oldest pain in the ass" So he knew. :-)
We had the most glorious weather up there. It was the same as down here which is very odd. We were expecting all the fall colors of deep red sugar maples etc. But it was green. Trust me folks when I tell you that is very odd for late September/October to be in the 70's and so green. Good for them. They will pay for it in snow soon enough.
Rick and I went into my parents basement at 9am Saturday and didn't finish until 6ish.
Rick scraped the basement walls from peeling water sealant. Then dusted it all down.
Holy cobwebs. We swept that all up and then began the process of resealing.
The fumes were killer!! We then proceeded to waterproof their basement.
Rick never left until finished. I got to go upstairs and breath fresh air a few times and fetch him some water etc. The basement was so hot and humid. Their dehumidifier was broken.
It was like the Amazon down there. I had water dripping down my head down my shirt.
It was so much fun. I forgot my knee pads and Rick's wouldn't stay on me so I was kneeling on concrete and it was painful after a few hours. (I always get stuck doing the low areas 'cause I'm the short one) So then I just did it all while squatting OMG.
My inner thighs and ass cheeks are in pain!! It's like doing squats for 7 hours.
My mom is a bit of a hoarder so we helped her purge all this stuff from the basement.
We have got to get them ready to down size. This house is over 3,000 sq ft.
They do not need this big of a home yet they just won't sell.
My mom is only 71 but she is having a hard time keeping up with the house work. They have so many things falling apart. Rick worked on a few things. We need a month up there to get things going.
My sister came and thankfully helped us help her purge.
We had a pile for the City Mission to pick up. We had a pile to go to the curb.
Bed Frames/Headboards, toys and a pleathora of shit that she has saved. She had a whole lot of barbie dolls, bratz dolls, fisher price toys etc. She kept saying the girls may want these for their kids. By the girls she means her grandchildren. No. So since my niece was home from college for the weekend I brought her downstairs to dispel this notion from my mothers head.
I held up the one box of fisher price "crap" and said, "Alex do you think you'll want these for your kids someday?" She said, "NO, why? They will be so old, No."
I said then tell Grandma. Mom was coming around the corner and said, "Okay I heard her then give them to the city mission." But it kills her to toss anything!
She has hoarding tendencies in that basement!
She opened a cabinet that was downstairs and it had coats of my Grandmothers for heaven's sake. What the hell? My Grandmother died a very long time ago.
When I said, "Why are you keeping these?"
She responded with, "Well this cashmere coat is beautiful and I can't throw it out"
Okay then give it away. She tried it on instead. It was HUGE on her. I said, "put it in the pile, let it go." But she didn't. She hung it back up. I told her we were going to have her on the show hoarders if she didn't stop this. She stuck her tongue out at me.
She also had my cheer-leading letter jacket hung in that closest. OMG!
I graduated in 1974 and she still had that damn thing. I tried it on.
Now that was depressing. I thought I was so fat back then.
They had to get me a special cheer-leading sweater and that so embarrassed me.
Then I had to have the sweater made smaller in the body by the home ec teacher.
I had my niece try the jacket on who is a size 6 and it was too small for her.
My mother said, "See and you thought you were fat but it was only those damn boobs"
That made me laugh.
Yea, I wish as I was the size when I thought I was so fat.
I threw away the jacket. Which of course made my mom squeal and her head almost exploded.
She hates that I don't hold that kind of stuff in a strong sentimental way.
I loved looking at it. It was a fun memory. But I have pictures and my memories of it all.
I don't need the coat to add to more shit in my house.
I am not exactly going to wear it for heaven's sake.
So it will sit here until I die in the back of a closet for what reason?
I told her that my memories were enough and that when I can't remember them anymore I surely won't remember having this coat either if I see it. She was still not happy with me.
Friday we arrived a bit earlier than anyone was home from work so we met our friend Katie at the beach and took a walk on a nature trail.
I was so bummed that there were no colors so when I saw one I took a picture of it.
There was a sign that said, photo of lighthouse from waters edge. You could barely see it. The house is hidden. I used to tell my parents when I was little that I wanted to live there.
I have always loved this place. My father would tell me that I could only live there if I worked. That would never deter me.
We met this couple with 3 dogs in the very first photo who live around here in Fairfax VA.
The man was from my hometown as well. They were home visiting and enjoying the beach. We chatted how much we love this 11 miles of beach, trails and water and all there is to do. He loved that his dogs could swim. I have wanted to leave my hometown since I was 7 years old but this place calms me. I so love it. Both Rick and I find solace and peace waves over us there. I find it sad that so many people who live there never go there and enjoy all it has to offer.
We didn't chat with these folks below. They were brave and put their toes in the water. I was not that brave... only a hand.
This was by accident below but I think it shows that the water isn't gross like everyone thinks of when you tell them you are swimming in Lake Erie. Cold as hell right now but it's not as gross as most think.
This photo looks cold to me. You can just see it isn't summer any longer.
70 degrees but a crispness in the air.
One of the deserted beaches so it's a good place to end.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Venting
I need to vent and also give you one more observation that I did not list yesterday.
First up - Observation.
Why is it that Oprah's hair gets larger and larger as she does?
Have you notice how big her hair is these days?
And she is back to being large again too so just found that interesting.
Correlation?
Okay back to my favorite bitch - insurance.Health insurance to be exact.
I pay $330 a month for health care just for myself.
Because I have hypothyroidism I have what is considered a pre existing condition.
Lovely. Having a slow thyroid is equal to heart disease. Go figure.
So I pay more. I also pay more because I am in my 50's and they assume I will need other medications and have other ills at my age. I don't now but they assume I will. They are probably right.
I put my hip out which I have done a zillion times before. I go to the chiropractor without insurance and I pay $50.00 a visit. But now I have insurance. Therein lies the problem. Insurance is now involved. I received my explanation of benefits form from my visit and I owe more money than I can believe.
I call the insurance company and they tell me that this is coded as an accident first of all.
So now that means if i have to go back there will be a pre-existing element.
THIS WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT.
Then I ask why I am having all these charges when my plan states clearly that I get 3 visits for $35 each before it then goes toward my deductible and I pay the ole 70-30.
The insurance company tells me it was how it was "coded".
It also states physical therapy as well as manipulation.
So I call the Dr.'s office. Well she tells me she shows it wasn't an accident on her paperwork so now we have a debate. Insurance company says one thing, doctors office says another.
I love being in the middle of this.
The dr. office also tells me that the other charges that were on this list that were listed as physical therapy are the use of heat and the tens unit.
I said to the young woman, "when I walked in you took my insurance card and called them about benefits. When I came out of the room you told me what I thought I already knew, that I got 3 visits for $35 copay and after that it went towards my major medical.
So if you knew that why would you code it two ways? Coding it two ways has me charged more and it wouldn't be considered a visit only to a chiropractor? "
She told me it was for the extras.
I said, "I understand that but my question is if these are extra, you know they are considered extra by the insurance company why wouldn't you give me the option if I wanted them as the consumer? Now I am paying for things that really wouldn't have mattered to me and I could have made a good choice for me and my bottom line."
She said, "We just don't do that."
I said, "why? why wouldn't you do that? Why wouldn't you provide that service? Or are you hiding this so people pay more through their insurance?"
Silence.
I reminded her that when I had no insurance it only cost me $50 a visit.
So now because I have insurance I am getting hit with more charges. It seems like you can get more from the insurance company doing it this way. She says nothing.
What would have cost me $150 for 3 visits now is $420.00 in charges.
AND it is now considered an accident.
So if I should go back, say next year, they won't pay for everything due to pre-existing. Aargh!
I did ask to cancel all my appointments because I can't afford to come back to them.
Now on to the next one.
The 2nd Explanation Of Benefits (EOB) that I received showed my annual female exam as having a balance. On my insurance plan I get one free annual visit a year.
So why do I have a charge? I ask this question to the insurance company and they tell me it was coded as a medical visit not an annual exam.
Jeez people can't anyone do their job correctly?
So then I have to call the doctors office. Of course that gal isn't in the office so they took note and they say they will call the insurance company and get this straightened out. I don't see that happening without more phones calls from me being involved. Trust me it is never that easy.
So I spent hours on phone calls, on hold, waiting, talking and still being screwed.
But to all of them my time is not that important.
I wonder about the people who get these and pay no damn attention because they have the money and just pay everything.
Saves a lot of damn time!
First up - Observation.
Why is it that Oprah's hair gets larger and larger as she does?
Have you notice how big her hair is these days?
And she is back to being large again too so just found that interesting.
Correlation?
Okay back to my favorite bitch - insurance.Health insurance to be exact.
I pay $330 a month for health care just for myself.
Because I have hypothyroidism I have what is considered a pre existing condition.
Lovely. Having a slow thyroid is equal to heart disease. Go figure.
So I pay more. I also pay more because I am in my 50's and they assume I will need other medications and have other ills at my age. I don't now but they assume I will. They are probably right.
I put my hip out which I have done a zillion times before. I go to the chiropractor without insurance and I pay $50.00 a visit. But now I have insurance. Therein lies the problem. Insurance is now involved. I received my explanation of benefits form from my visit and I owe more money than I can believe.
I call the insurance company and they tell me that this is coded as an accident first of all.
So now that means if i have to go back there will be a pre-existing element.
THIS WAS NOT AN ACCIDENT.
Then I ask why I am having all these charges when my plan states clearly that I get 3 visits for $35 each before it then goes toward my deductible and I pay the ole 70-30.
The insurance company tells me it was how it was "coded".
It also states physical therapy as well as manipulation.
So I call the Dr.'s office. Well she tells me she shows it wasn't an accident on her paperwork so now we have a debate. Insurance company says one thing, doctors office says another.
I love being in the middle of this.
The dr. office also tells me that the other charges that were on this list that were listed as physical therapy are the use of heat and the tens unit.
I said to the young woman, "when I walked in you took my insurance card and called them about benefits. When I came out of the room you told me what I thought I already knew, that I got 3 visits for $35 copay and after that it went towards my major medical.
So if you knew that why would you code it two ways? Coding it two ways has me charged more and it wouldn't be considered a visit only to a chiropractor? "
She told me it was for the extras.
I said, "I understand that but my question is if these are extra, you know they are considered extra by the insurance company why wouldn't you give me the option if I wanted them as the consumer? Now I am paying for things that really wouldn't have mattered to me and I could have made a good choice for me and my bottom line."
She said, "We just don't do that."
I said, "why? why wouldn't you do that? Why wouldn't you provide that service? Or are you hiding this so people pay more through their insurance?"
Silence.
I reminded her that when I had no insurance it only cost me $50 a visit.
So now because I have insurance I am getting hit with more charges. It seems like you can get more from the insurance company doing it this way. She says nothing.
What would have cost me $150 for 3 visits now is $420.00 in charges.
AND it is now considered an accident.
So if I should go back, say next year, they won't pay for everything due to pre-existing. Aargh!
I did ask to cancel all my appointments because I can't afford to come back to them.
Now on to the next one.
The 2nd Explanation Of Benefits (EOB) that I received showed my annual female exam as having a balance. On my insurance plan I get one free annual visit a year.
So why do I have a charge? I ask this question to the insurance company and they tell me it was coded as a medical visit not an annual exam.
Jeez people can't anyone do their job correctly?
So then I have to call the doctors office. Of course that gal isn't in the office so they took note and they say they will call the insurance company and get this straightened out. I don't see that happening without more phones calls from me being involved. Trust me it is never that easy.
So I spent hours on phone calls, on hold, waiting, talking and still being screwed.
But to all of them my time is not that important.
I wonder about the people who get these and pay no damn attention because they have the money and just pay everything.
Saves a lot of damn time!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Observations of utterly no importance
I don't tweet. I follow a lot of folks though mostly comedians.
I find them funny. Obviously.
Ron White, Kathleen Madigan & Lewis Black are some of my favorite comedians.
Kathleen Madigan just had a new show on Netflix. She makes me happy.
She is sarcastic, smart and funny.
I follow Kathleen and there have been times when I read something and just laughed out loud while no one is talking in our house. Rick will look at me like I've completely lost it.
But because I follow her I read where her newest special was on Netflix. I was thrilled.
I just find her so funny. She is one of a few female comedians that doesn't just make jokes about being fat or her boyfriends or that type of stuff. She is just funny!
My husband and I were watching this the other night and he turned to me and said, "She reminds me of you" I didn't ask why because I thought it may ruin the moment.
I just said, "huh. thank you." I don't see that but I wasn't pressing on more info. Thankfully as he said it he was walking to the bathroom so that was the end of that.
*****
I have had this damn song running through my head for a week now.
Ever get that? Irritating isn't it?
There is a great song by Delbert McClinton that goes like this: "I used to worry 'bout rich and skinny 'til I wound up poor and fat."
Ya think it won't leave my head because that is my new theme song?
That is what my life has become. :-(
*****
I'm in a great mood right now for no apparent reason. I'm going home to visit family on Friday. Wanna bet that will change?
*****
I have one sister who is difficult. I have another sister who is a mess. I have 2 sisters that are normal. The difficult sister likes to be a victim. One day when things weren't going her way she told me, "you know my mother died." My mouth literally was open and just stared at her. I finally said, "You do know she was my mother too right? You ass." and I walked away. She loves to be a victim and it's a comfortable place for her to live. Her mother dying is a card she likes to play when she behaves badly. Her reality and the rest of the worlds is so different. I don't wish to see her so if you are praying people a collective prayer to make her not be around would be so swell. And to quote Grandma I'm going to hell in a hand basket.....speaking of which -
*****
This new pope is kind and open minded. Go figure. The rest of the Catholic Church and it's followers must be having their heads spin. Open minded? Kind? Not throwing stones? What religion is this? Should be interesting to watch this unfold. My father has got to be in a full blown tizzy. Good thing he can't remember shit!!
*****
Easy Restore is flying off the shelves. Seriously flying.
We have been happy with the nice progression of the product.
Last year we did some mass marketing to HOA's/Property Management companies.
We knew they demanded their home owners to paint or get new shutters when they faded. We hoped that they in turn when they were writing letters to their homeowners of what needed done to be in accordance with their HOA rules they would recommend our product. We have gotten an increase in orders everywhere across the country but weren't always sure that exact method was bringing it in since we had many marketing sources.
It is more difficult to monitor this as well as we do our main business.
Then suddenly this overwhelming rash of orders over the last quarter for our area.
Hardware stores were running out and ordering more cases than before. Online local orders were crazy high. We loved it but were wondering what had changed.
Today a woman who ordered a couple of boxes called the office for some information. I asked her how she heard of us and she told me it was her HOA/Property Management Company. She said they sent a letter saying this must be done and gave the name of the product to help and a link to the website. We are happy about all this needless to say.
******
I find them funny. Obviously.
Ron White, Kathleen Madigan & Lewis Black are some of my favorite comedians.
Kathleen Madigan just had a new show on Netflix. She makes me happy.
She is sarcastic, smart and funny.
I follow Kathleen and there have been times when I read something and just laughed out loud while no one is talking in our house. Rick will look at me like I've completely lost it.
But because I follow her I read where her newest special was on Netflix. I was thrilled.
I just find her so funny. She is one of a few female comedians that doesn't just make jokes about being fat or her boyfriends or that type of stuff. She is just funny!
My husband and I were watching this the other night and he turned to me and said, "She reminds me of you" I didn't ask why because I thought it may ruin the moment.
I just said, "huh. thank you." I don't see that but I wasn't pressing on more info. Thankfully as he said it he was walking to the bathroom so that was the end of that.
*****
I have had this damn song running through my head for a week now.
Ever get that? Irritating isn't it?
There is a great song by Delbert McClinton that goes like this: "I used to worry 'bout rich and skinny 'til I wound up poor and fat."
Ya think it won't leave my head because that is my new theme song?
That is what my life has become. :-(
*****
I'm in a great mood right now for no apparent reason. I'm going home to visit family on Friday. Wanna bet that will change?
*****
I have one sister who is difficult. I have another sister who is a mess. I have 2 sisters that are normal. The difficult sister likes to be a victim. One day when things weren't going her way she told me, "you know my mother died." My mouth literally was open and just stared at her. I finally said, "You do know she was my mother too right? You ass." and I walked away. She loves to be a victim and it's a comfortable place for her to live. Her mother dying is a card she likes to play when she behaves badly. Her reality and the rest of the worlds is so different. I don't wish to see her so if you are praying people a collective prayer to make her not be around would be so swell. And to quote Grandma I'm going to hell in a hand basket.....speaking of which -
*****
This new pope is kind and open minded. Go figure. The rest of the Catholic Church and it's followers must be having their heads spin. Open minded? Kind? Not throwing stones? What religion is this? Should be interesting to watch this unfold. My father has got to be in a full blown tizzy. Good thing he can't remember shit!!
*****
Easy Restore is flying off the shelves. Seriously flying.
We have been happy with the nice progression of the product.
Last year we did some mass marketing to HOA's/Property Management companies.
We knew they demanded their home owners to paint or get new shutters when they faded. We hoped that they in turn when they were writing letters to their homeowners of what needed done to be in accordance with their HOA rules they would recommend our product. We have gotten an increase in orders everywhere across the country but weren't always sure that exact method was bringing it in since we had many marketing sources.
It is more difficult to monitor this as well as we do our main business.
Then suddenly this overwhelming rash of orders over the last quarter for our area.
Hardware stores were running out and ordering more cases than before. Online local orders were crazy high. We loved it but were wondering what had changed.
Today a woman who ordered a couple of boxes called the office for some information. I asked her how she heard of us and she told me it was her HOA/Property Management Company. She said they sent a letter saying this must be done and gave the name of the product to help and a link to the website. We are happy about all this needless to say.
******
Monday, September 23, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Please have some cheese with that whine...oh wait you're lactose intolerant eh?
I so wanted to share with you my dinner with the woman I told you all about last week.
But no matter how I try it just doesn't work.
I have had my husband and another friend laughing for a week now but you see you must hear it to do it justice.
I have to do the voice, the nasal whining accented voice in a rapid fire succession.
She never comes up for air. It's fast talking at it's finest with that nasal old lady whine.
It just isn't good without it.
Here is what a horrible person I am.
While at the table in a nice restaurant listening to her tell the poor waitress her ills I was mesmerized yet all the while thinking, How the hell can I put this on my blog? I realize I can't.
I have thought about it, a lot, but can't figure it out.
I wish you could all come over so I can do the voice for you and make you laugh like my husband.
Here is one thing.
We went to a Mexican restaurant that night. Very authentic food, not taco bell food.
Everyone is Mexican who works there as well.
The owner will go around and speak to you at your table.
He is so warm and kind but I only understand 1/2 of what he is saying. I smile a lot.
No habla espanol senor.
Our waitress was lovely. She was attentive and was helpful in explaining to me what some things were.
I asked about a couple of things due to my gluten issue and she made great suggestions.
She got it.
The margarita's were kick ass yummy.
Now the woman who shall remain nameless holds up the drink menu and points to one of the various margaritas on the menu. She says to the sweet waitress who is not from America without ever taking a breath the following. . You must read this in a fast nasal whiny pace to get the real feeling here.
Is this good tequila? because I can't drink bad tequila or I'll get sick. Last time I got so sick it was horrible. And what about this one? What kind of sweet and sour mix do you use? I had one time some bad sweet and sour mix and it was like Drano Oh my it was so horrible I couldn't finish it. I had to only drink water all night. That was a bad night. I don't want another bad night. Oh I don't know which one to have. Do you know which one is good tequila and has a good mix? I don't want to take Zantac when I leave here. My son bought me 1100 and that was good, do you know if you have 1100? WAIT - what is this one? oh never mind, I just reread it. I don't want heartburn so what do you think I should drink? I am so stressed by this. Maybe I shouldn't drink anything and just have iced water. I don't want to be sick. Do you sell prilosec or anything in case this makes me ill?
The poor waitress who's English is so limited is smiling and looking like a deer in the headlights.
She points to a drink and suggests this woman try this one it is very good and it is the most popular.
To which this woman responds, Well I will try it but if I get heartburn I will be up all night...and on and on.
The waitress walked away. I was the only one who had to listen to the rest.
The menu was a nightmare for her. She chose this place and then likes nothing spicy or hot.
Who picks a mexican restaurant named T'quila and you don't like spicy food?
(I suggested another place - she choose this one for heaven's sake.)
"Oh I can't eat that it will kill me. I already took my lactose pill and this will have me up all night. Can you really eat that Peggy? Doesn't that bother you? Don't you get sick or worse have it be hot in the morning? OMG I am dying here....."
I just listen to her go on and on in her nasal whine. She sounds to me like a stereotype, an old nebbish (sp?) ethnic woman of 80. For heaven's sake she is only 2 yrs older than me.
They made the house guacamole at our table in an authentic Mexican mortar.
It was so damn good. We had to go with the no heat version of the house guacamole for her.
They brought me the pablano sauce that they would use on the side for myself.
You see I had to listen to 20 minutes of why the house guacamole would be painful for her and how she would need prilosec or zantac or be up all night or whatever. All while the lovely waitress was preparing this at our table. The waitress continued to just smile.
I would have loved to ear the tape playing in my waitress's head.
Whiny Woman also acted like she has never been in public before. "Oh look how she does this with those two spoons so quickly. Oh my. They are doing this right at our table.
Now are those big onions pieces because I don't like big onion pieces"....and off she goes.
She had enough ills to fill a medical journal in regards to eating. My heaven's you'd think she would have been a stick. But she was not. Lactose intolerant, sugar, heartburn, indigestion etc.
I mention to her that I ordered it for an appetizer and she didn't have to eat it or she could get her own appetizer. Sadly she didn't shut up long enough to hear me. But God love her she ate it with abandon.
I had 2 margarita's and was considering a 3rd since this place was in our development and I could walk home if necessary. But she wanted to go home and that was even better to me.
I got home at 9:30p and walked my dog. Rick was playing poker and he got in around 3am.
I was up and asked how his night went. He came home $300 richer. He asked about mine as he was putting his things on his dresser.
I sat up in bed and said in my best nasal whiny rapid fire voice that I could muster, "It may have been good, I'm not sure, do you think it was good? Could you have had a better night? And oh my all those things were so spicy can you believe that at a Mexican Restaurant All those margaritas sure packed a punch - do you think they will give me heartburn?....I trailed off. He turned around so quickly laughing and looked at me and said, "What in the hell are you talking about?"
So now every day one of us says something in that nasal whine and just crack up.
At least we amuse ourselves.
But no matter how I try it just doesn't work.
I have had my husband and another friend laughing for a week now but you see you must hear it to do it justice.
I have to do the voice, the nasal whining accented voice in a rapid fire succession.
She never comes up for air. It's fast talking at it's finest with that nasal old lady whine.
It just isn't good without it.
Here is what a horrible person I am.
While at the table in a nice restaurant listening to her tell the poor waitress her ills I was mesmerized yet all the while thinking, How the hell can I put this on my blog? I realize I can't.
I have thought about it, a lot, but can't figure it out.
I wish you could all come over so I can do the voice for you and make you laugh like my husband.
Here is one thing.
We went to a Mexican restaurant that night. Very authentic food, not taco bell food.
Everyone is Mexican who works there as well.
The owner will go around and speak to you at your table.
He is so warm and kind but I only understand 1/2 of what he is saying. I smile a lot.
No habla espanol senor.
Our waitress was lovely. She was attentive and was helpful in explaining to me what some things were.
I asked about a couple of things due to my gluten issue and she made great suggestions.
She got it.
The margarita's were kick ass yummy.
Now the woman who shall remain nameless holds up the drink menu and points to one of the various margaritas on the menu. She says to the sweet waitress who is not from America without ever taking a breath the following. . You must read this in a fast nasal whiny pace to get the real feeling here.
Is this good tequila? because I can't drink bad tequila or I'll get sick. Last time I got so sick it was horrible. And what about this one? What kind of sweet and sour mix do you use? I had one time some bad sweet and sour mix and it was like Drano Oh my it was so horrible I couldn't finish it. I had to only drink water all night. That was a bad night. I don't want another bad night. Oh I don't know which one to have. Do you know which one is good tequila and has a good mix? I don't want to take Zantac when I leave here. My son bought me 1100 and that was good, do you know if you have 1100? WAIT - what is this one? oh never mind, I just reread it. I don't want heartburn so what do you think I should drink? I am so stressed by this. Maybe I shouldn't drink anything and just have iced water. I don't want to be sick. Do you sell prilosec or anything in case this makes me ill?
The poor waitress who's English is so limited is smiling and looking like a deer in the headlights.
She points to a drink and suggests this woman try this one it is very good and it is the most popular.
To which this woman responds, Well I will try it but if I get heartburn I will be up all night...and on and on.
The waitress walked away. I was the only one who had to listen to the rest.
The menu was a nightmare for her. She chose this place and then likes nothing spicy or hot.
Who picks a mexican restaurant named T'quila and you don't like spicy food?
(I suggested another place - she choose this one for heaven's sake.)
"Oh I can't eat that it will kill me. I already took my lactose pill and this will have me up all night. Can you really eat that Peggy? Doesn't that bother you? Don't you get sick or worse have it be hot in the morning? OMG I am dying here....."
I just listen to her go on and on in her nasal whine. She sounds to me like a stereotype, an old nebbish (sp?) ethnic woman of 80. For heaven's sake she is only 2 yrs older than me.
They made the house guacamole at our table in an authentic Mexican mortar.
It was so damn good. We had to go with the no heat version of the house guacamole for her.
They brought me the pablano sauce that they would use on the side for myself.
You see I had to listen to 20 minutes of why the house guacamole would be painful for her and how she would need prilosec or zantac or be up all night or whatever. All while the lovely waitress was preparing this at our table. The waitress continued to just smile.
I would have loved to ear the tape playing in my waitress's head.
Whiny Woman also acted like she has never been in public before. "Oh look how she does this with those two spoons so quickly. Oh my. They are doing this right at our table.
Now are those big onions pieces because I don't like big onion pieces"....and off she goes.
She had enough ills to fill a medical journal in regards to eating. My heaven's you'd think she would have been a stick. But she was not. Lactose intolerant, sugar, heartburn, indigestion etc.
I mention to her that I ordered it for an appetizer and she didn't have to eat it or she could get her own appetizer. Sadly she didn't shut up long enough to hear me. But God love her she ate it with abandon.
I had 2 margarita's and was considering a 3rd since this place was in our development and I could walk home if necessary. But she wanted to go home and that was even better to me.
I got home at 9:30p and walked my dog. Rick was playing poker and he got in around 3am.
I was up and asked how his night went. He came home $300 richer. He asked about mine as he was putting his things on his dresser.
I sat up in bed and said in my best nasal whiny rapid fire voice that I could muster, "It may have been good, I'm not sure, do you think it was good? Could you have had a better night? And oh my all those things were so spicy can you believe that at a Mexican Restaurant All those margaritas sure packed a punch - do you think they will give me heartburn?....I trailed off. He turned around so quickly laughing and looked at me and said, "What in the hell are you talking about?"
So now every day one of us says something in that nasal whine and just crack up.
At least we amuse ourselves.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Movie Night
Last night I watched an old movie that I adore.
Reality sucks some days so a movie is in order.
Rick and I have seen this movie many times but it never fails to entertain us.
Why is it that you can laugh at the woman on screen doing the things your mother does that you don't find one bit funny? And the whole thing with the call waiting in the movie is my mom to the letter. (But I see the humor in that while it's happening to me.) My mom has issues with the phone all together. Once she and I were on the phone & she actually said to me she had to go because it was my sister Stephanie on the other line and she was calling long distance.
Apparently I wasn't calling long distance to her because I don't live as far away as my sister in Washington state. I just laughed and said, "Okay your daughter in Virginia is hanging up now." (my mother lives in Pennsylvania) She just says, "okay dear" Ya gotta laugh.
I adore Albert Brooks and with the exception of the movie Drive I have seen all his movies.
My Grandmother and I used to watch Johnny Carson together and Albert was a frequent guest. My Grandmother would laugh along with me and then say, "I don't always get him Peggy" I wanted to know why the hell she was laughing then but I never asked. She was laughing and enjoying herself who cares why, she just was.
If you have netflix, find it. It's worth it. I know, movies are subjective.
Maybe you won't. At least I hope you'll enjoy.
If you've got a mom like mine you can at least relate.
When she brings out the brick of cheese that she froze Rick and I lose it every damn time, that is so our mothers!
Rick and I made ourselves a drink, had the dog underfoot, got comfy on the sofa and watched this movie again. Here is the trailer.
Reality sucks some days so a movie is in order.
Rick and I have seen this movie many times but it never fails to entertain us.
Why is it that you can laugh at the woman on screen doing the things your mother does that you don't find one bit funny? And the whole thing with the call waiting in the movie is my mom to the letter. (But I see the humor in that while it's happening to me.) My mom has issues with the phone all together. Once she and I were on the phone & she actually said to me she had to go because it was my sister Stephanie on the other line and she was calling long distance.
Apparently I wasn't calling long distance to her because I don't live as far away as my sister in Washington state. I just laughed and said, "Okay your daughter in Virginia is hanging up now." (my mother lives in Pennsylvania) She just says, "okay dear" Ya gotta laugh.
I adore Albert Brooks and with the exception of the movie Drive I have seen all his movies.
My Grandmother and I used to watch Johnny Carson together and Albert was a frequent guest. My Grandmother would laugh along with me and then say, "I don't always get him Peggy" I wanted to know why the hell she was laughing then but I never asked. She was laughing and enjoying herself who cares why, she just was.
If you have netflix, find it. It's worth it. I know, movies are subjective.
Maybe you won't. At least I hope you'll enjoy.
If you've got a mom like mine you can at least relate.
When she brings out the brick of cheese that she froze Rick and I lose it every damn time, that is so our mothers!
Rick and I made ourselves a drink, had the dog underfoot, got comfy on the sofa and watched this movie again. Here is the trailer.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Tired, just damn weary.
It's all wearing me down.
The cowboys and racists of this country are just wearing me down.
Today another nut job, or possible more than one, went on a rampage with their automatic weapons here in my area. Automatic weapons are legal in this cowboy country and these nut jobs shot a lot of innocent people while at work. 12 are dead thus far. Many more injured and some severely "they" say.
A beautiful young man who was a college football player was in a bad car accident.
He barely got himself to a nearby home to ask for help. Of course the woman wouldn't let him in, he was black, so she called the cops. They came and shot him dead. Because he was black.
When will it all stop people?
The cowboys and racists of this country are just wearing me down.
Today another nut job, or possible more than one, went on a rampage with their automatic weapons here in my area. Automatic weapons are legal in this cowboy country and these nut jobs shot a lot of innocent people while at work. 12 are dead thus far. Many more injured and some severely "they" say.
A beautiful young man who was a college football player was in a bad car accident.
He barely got himself to a nearby home to ask for help. Of course the woman wouldn't let him in, he was black, so she called the cops. They came and shot him dead. Because he was black.
When will it all stop people?
Friday, September 13, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Obviously it's Immaturity.
A dear neighbor has asked me to join this club and that club with her.
She is a wonderful friend. She is retired and a bit more than a decade older than me.
I enjoy these events however I am normally the only person that isn't retired.
I find these people old. Not my neighbor though. She is fun, kind and oh so smart.
But she has all the time in the world to travel and play. She is single and retired.
I enjoy her company, the others not so much.
The other women at these events feel like Grandma or my mother to me.
Their topics of conversation are old. They are frazzled and or frightened by everything.
Why is it that someone of 35-55 is more interesting to me?
I know, it's because I am immature.
I don't want to wear orthopedic or sensible shoes
I don't want to have a shampoo set
I don't want to only listen to elevator music
I don't want to eat dinner at 5p
I am not afraid of everything.
I am not into playing grandma games.
My idea of fun is the same as when I was younger. (I'm just slower)
I like a lot about being my age. Aging isn't one of them I admit.
But the rest is okay with me. Except I would rather not spend time with a lot of people I meet my age because they are so much older than me. Rick and I have decided we are just damn immature. Because what else could it be?
I can't imagine them dancing to Shook Me All Night Long in the kitchen with their hubbies like I did the other night. AC/DC would probably send them over the edge. But that is the music I grew up with. Why wouldn't I still like it? Why must I be sedate now that I am older? Why must I be a blue haired lady and wear sensible shoes? I don't want to dress like I'm 25 because that is all kinds of wrong. It's just that I'm not that kind of old yet.
Any one get what the hell I mean here?
I'd rather spend time with someone 35 than 55 most days.
The whining I hear from these old people is mind numbing and not even funny.
This woman went on about having to wait 10 minutes for a table.
10 minutes people. That isn't much time at a busy restaurant.
I said, "couldn't you just wait at the bar and have a glass of wine or your favorite beverage? When I've been there they have always been so nice and walk us to the bar area with tables etc and you can have a coffee if you don't drink"
"I shouldn't have to", she said in her bitchy sing songy voice.
I said, "ah, but they have great cocktails there. Their house margarita is out of this world as are their cappuccinos." She made a sour face and turned her back to me.
Okay then -Nice talkin' to ya lady!
I was asked to join a red hat club by another woman at this club event- although I would only be allowed to wear Pink because I am not old enough to wear the red hats just yet.
Dear Lord I will NEVER EVER join that crap even when I am old enough to wear the red hat. It's so incredibly queer, for lack of a better word, to me.
I don't want to play canasta or talk about grand kids for hours on end.
When I told her I wasn't the least bit interested she looked at me as though I had a 3rd eye.
She asked, "Really? You wouldn't? Well we do a lot of day trips and it's fun"
I said, "I work during the day so I wouldn't be able to join you."
But to be polite I continued conversation by asking, "What type of things do you ladies do and do you wear your hats all the time?"
She said, "Oh yes, you must wear your hat at all events."
I stifled laughter.
She then said, "We play bunco and we go to museums and we go antiquing"
Okay I don't know what the hell bunco is but I imagine this is like mahjong and canasta and all the other old lady games. And while Rick and I enjoy going to the museums in the district we have been known to cap the day off at a great place for lunch or dinner with a few cocktails. (God I'm sounding like a drunk here) But something tells me with these old biddies it wouldn't be fun.
So another woman I met, who I might add is my age, asked me to go to dinner Saturday night. Rick is playing poker so I thought okay.
When I met her at the fashion show she seemed normal.
Then I spoke to her on the phone. She too speaks "Whine"
We are meeting at a local place Saturday. She wants to eat at the early bird special time.
Oh brother. I tried talking her into at least an hour later and she said, "Oh no I can't eat that late I won't feel well" I wanted to eat at 7p it's not that late.
Oiy Vay I'm having dinner with my Grandmother.
She told me not to be late because she is uncomfortable being alone in public.
I said, "You are single you must go in public all the time don't you?
What do you mean exactly that you don't want to be alone in public."
She whined, "OMG I can't wait at a restaurant alone!!"
I asked if she ever went out to eat alone or the movies?
"Only a drive through and never ever a movie alone", she responded.
She asked me if I ever ate alone or went to movies alone..
OMG all the time I said. Sometimes going to the movie alone is best of all, don't have share popcorn, don't have to compromise on the movie you are going to.
When I traveled for work I went out to dinner alone all the time.
I met great and interesting people that way.
I told her the story of meeting this stranger in NYC and we went to a play together and all the exciting things that happened to us that evening.
She said in her whinny nasal-y voice, "Oh that would be too scary. I would not leave my hotel room alone in NYC."
I said nothing. What the hell do I say? You big wimp you?
Seriously if I were single I would do everything alone. I wouldn't be a hermit because I was alone. I'd be a hermit because I don't like people not because I am afraid to be out among them alone. What the hell kind of life would I have?
When I moved around in my career each city was new. I was always alone. I joined things and met people. How odd this all is to me.
So now I am having dinner with a weak spineless whiner.
I am counting down the hours.
Thank God the new restaurant is in my development so I can have a couple of drinks and if necessary walk home! I may have to turn on my record button on my phone so I have a transcript to come home and blog about.
She would die to know what we did at our house yesterday.
I made a bet with Rick last night when we saw Celine Dion on TV.
I was putting some alcohol away and I was holding the Cabo Wabo (tequila) when I said, "Hey, I bet she'll pound her chest."
He said, "I don't think she does that anymore."
"I'll bet ya - for each time she does it you have to have a shot of what I'm holding."
He looked over at me and saw the tequila and said, "You're on!"
She never hit her chest.
So I put it away.
I think these old biddies would be mortified of the old people in my house.
She is a wonderful friend. She is retired and a bit more than a decade older than me.
I enjoy these events however I am normally the only person that isn't retired.
I find these people old. Not my neighbor though. She is fun, kind and oh so smart.
But she has all the time in the world to travel and play. She is single and retired.
I enjoy her company, the others not so much.
The other women at these events feel like Grandma or my mother to me.
Their topics of conversation are old. They are frazzled and or frightened by everything.
Why is it that someone of 35-55 is more interesting to me?
I know, it's because I am immature.
I don't want to wear orthopedic or sensible shoes
I don't want to have a shampoo set
I don't want to only listen to elevator music
I don't want to eat dinner at 5p
I am not afraid of everything.
I am not into playing grandma games.
My idea of fun is the same as when I was younger. (I'm just slower)
I like a lot about being my age. Aging isn't one of them I admit.
But the rest is okay with me. Except I would rather not spend time with a lot of people I meet my age because they are so much older than me. Rick and I have decided we are just damn immature. Because what else could it be?
I can't imagine them dancing to Shook Me All Night Long in the kitchen with their hubbies like I did the other night. AC/DC would probably send them over the edge. But that is the music I grew up with. Why wouldn't I still like it? Why must I be sedate now that I am older? Why must I be a blue haired lady and wear sensible shoes? I don't want to dress like I'm 25 because that is all kinds of wrong. It's just that I'm not that kind of old yet.
Any one get what the hell I mean here?
I'd rather spend time with someone 35 than 55 most days.
The whining I hear from these old people is mind numbing and not even funny.
This woman went on about having to wait 10 minutes for a table.
10 minutes people. That isn't much time at a busy restaurant.
I said, "couldn't you just wait at the bar and have a glass of wine or your favorite beverage? When I've been there they have always been so nice and walk us to the bar area with tables etc and you can have a coffee if you don't drink"
"I shouldn't have to", she said in her bitchy sing songy voice.
I said, "ah, but they have great cocktails there. Their house margarita is out of this world as are their cappuccinos." She made a sour face and turned her back to me.
Okay then -Nice talkin' to ya lady!
I was asked to join a red hat club by another woman at this club event- although I would only be allowed to wear Pink because I am not old enough to wear the red hats just yet.
Dear Lord I will NEVER EVER join that crap even when I am old enough to wear the red hat. It's so incredibly queer, for lack of a better word, to me.
I don't want to play canasta or talk about grand kids for hours on end.
When I told her I wasn't the least bit interested she looked at me as though I had a 3rd eye.
She asked, "Really? You wouldn't? Well we do a lot of day trips and it's fun"
I said, "I work during the day so I wouldn't be able to join you."
But to be polite I continued conversation by asking, "What type of things do you ladies do and do you wear your hats all the time?"
She said, "Oh yes, you must wear your hat at all events."
I stifled laughter.
She then said, "We play bunco and we go to museums and we go antiquing"
Okay I don't know what the hell bunco is but I imagine this is like mahjong and canasta and all the other old lady games. And while Rick and I enjoy going to the museums in the district we have been known to cap the day off at a great place for lunch or dinner with a few cocktails. (God I'm sounding like a drunk here) But something tells me with these old biddies it wouldn't be fun.
So another woman I met, who I might add is my age, asked me to go to dinner Saturday night. Rick is playing poker so I thought okay.
When I met her at the fashion show she seemed normal.
Then I spoke to her on the phone. She too speaks "Whine"
We are meeting at a local place Saturday. She wants to eat at the early bird special time.
Oh brother. I tried talking her into at least an hour later and she said, "Oh no I can't eat that late I won't feel well" I wanted to eat at 7p it's not that late.
Oiy Vay I'm having dinner with my Grandmother.
She told me not to be late because she is uncomfortable being alone in public.
I said, "You are single you must go in public all the time don't you?
What do you mean exactly that you don't want to be alone in public."
She whined, "OMG I can't wait at a restaurant alone!!"
I asked if she ever went out to eat alone or the movies?
"Only a drive through and never ever a movie alone", she responded.
She asked me if I ever ate alone or went to movies alone..
OMG all the time I said. Sometimes going to the movie alone is best of all, don't have share popcorn, don't have to compromise on the movie you are going to.
When I traveled for work I went out to dinner alone all the time.
I met great and interesting people that way.
I told her the story of meeting this stranger in NYC and we went to a play together and all the exciting things that happened to us that evening.
She said in her whinny nasal-y voice, "Oh that would be too scary. I would not leave my hotel room alone in NYC."
I said nothing. What the hell do I say? You big wimp you?
Seriously if I were single I would do everything alone. I wouldn't be a hermit because I was alone. I'd be a hermit because I don't like people not because I am afraid to be out among them alone. What the hell kind of life would I have?
When I moved around in my career each city was new. I was always alone. I joined things and met people. How odd this all is to me.
So now I am having dinner with a weak spineless whiner.
I am counting down the hours.
Thank God the new restaurant is in my development so I can have a couple of drinks and if necessary walk home! I may have to turn on my record button on my phone so I have a transcript to come home and blog about.
She would die to know what we did at our house yesterday.
I made a bet with Rick last night when we saw Celine Dion on TV.
I was putting some alcohol away and I was holding the Cabo Wabo (tequila) when I said, "Hey, I bet she'll pound her chest."
He said, "I don't think she does that anymore."
"I'll bet ya - for each time she does it you have to have a shot of what I'm holding."
He looked over at me and saw the tequila and said, "You're on!"
She never hit her chest.
So I put it away.
I think these old biddies would be mortified of the old people in my house.
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