We live in a world of entitled people, or, at the very least, people who feel they are entitled. Specific case in point. My Sweetie's new car, barely 6 months old, has damage on it. Damage which happened when he was not in the car at the time.
Someone felt that it was 'ok' to rub his black vehicle across the front bumper. There are a few scratches that are present.
Someone else also felt that it was 'ok' to fling their car door open. That left a nice little visible dent in the side door.
This kind of thing sickens me, especially since I have a new vehicle as well...barely a month old....
I guess I can expect a dent somewhere down the line. But when that happens, it will hurt.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
George Carlin 1937-2008
George Carlin. There's a name that everybody recognizes. Who doesn't have something that flashes across their mind when they hear his name? He was just one of those comedians who was 'out there', I mean really out there. He laid it all out on a platter for all to see, and then made you think...and react. Now, you either loved what he did or you didn't, sort of like Lenny Bruce, but whatever your reaction was, it was sure to be a hard hitter.
My late Dad's birthday was today, and he loved Carlin, so it was only fitting that I created this post. Dad was a big Carlin fan. He enjoyed him so much, that he went out and bought 'Occupation: Foole' on LP (I still have that LP packed away in our basement). Everytime Carlin would do the 7 dirty words you can't say on TV or the bubbles in the bathtub skit, he'd roll with laughter.
Almost everybody did. He was that kind of funny guy. If you were fortunate enough to get to see his facial expressions, well that made it even more hilarious.
Mr. Carlin, thanks for your peculiar brand of laughter...and for being real...and genuine.
You will be missed.
Here are some of his most famous quotes...enjoy.
Always do whatever's next.
At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.
Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.
Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.
Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.
Electricity is really just organized lightning.
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
"I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence?
I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don't have as many people who believe it.
I recently went to a new doctor and noticed he was located in something called the Professional Building. I felt better right away.
I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.
I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.
I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me - they're cramming for their final exam.
I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.
I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.
I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.
I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.
I'm not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a PART of hell will break loose... it'll be much harder to detect.
If God had intended us not to masturbate he would've made our arms shorter.
If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
If we could just find out who's in charge, we could kill him.
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
In comic strips, the person on the right always speaks first.
Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean the circus has left town.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
Most people work just hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough money not to quit.
Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.
One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
People who say they don't care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don't care what people think.
Religion is just mind control.
Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.
Standing ovations have become far too commonplace. What we need are ovations where the audience members all punch and kick one another.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.
The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept.
The status quo sucks.
The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.
Think off-center.
Weather forecast for tonight: dark.
Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part to us, do they?
What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?
When someone is impatient and says, "I haven't got all day," I always wonder, How can that be? How can you not have all day?
When Thomas Edison worked late into the night on the electric light, he had to do it by gas lamp or candle. I'm sure it made the work seem that much more urgent.
When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.
You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.
My late Dad's birthday was today, and he loved Carlin, so it was only fitting that I created this post. Dad was a big Carlin fan. He enjoyed him so much, that he went out and bought 'Occupation: Foole' on LP (I still have that LP packed away in our basement). Everytime Carlin would do the 7 dirty words you can't say on TV or the bubbles in the bathtub skit, he'd roll with laughter.
Almost everybody did. He was that kind of funny guy. If you were fortunate enough to get to see his facial expressions, well that made it even more hilarious.
Mr. Carlin, thanks for your peculiar brand of laughter...and for being real...and genuine.
You will be missed.
Here are some of his most famous quotes...enjoy.
Always do whatever's next.
At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.
Death is caused by swallowing small amounts of saliva over a long period of time.
Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.
Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.
Electricity is really just organized lightning.
Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
"I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do" is the longest sentence?
I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don't have as many people who believe it.
I recently went to a new doctor and noticed he was located in something called the Professional Building. I felt better right away.
I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.
I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.
I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me - they're cramming for their final exam.
I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.
I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.
I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I'm listening to it.
I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.
I'm not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a PART of hell will break loose... it'll be much harder to detect.
If God had intended us not to masturbate he would've made our arms shorter.
If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
If we could just find out who's in charge, we could kill him.
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
In comic strips, the person on the right always speaks first.
Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean the circus has left town.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
Most people work just hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough money not to quit.
Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.
One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
People who say they don't care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don't care what people think.
Religion is just mind control.
Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.
Standing ovations have become far too commonplace. What we need are ovations where the audience members all punch and kick one another.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.
The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept.
The status quo sucks.
The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.
Think off-center.
Weather forecast for tonight: dark.
Well, if crime fighters fight crime and fire fighters fight fire, what do freedom fighters fight? They never mention that part to us, do they?
What does it mean to pre-board? Do you get on before you get on?
When someone is impatient and says, "I haven't got all day," I always wonder, How can that be? How can you not have all day?
When Thomas Edison worked late into the night on the electric light, he had to do it by gas lamp or candle. I'm sure it made the work seem that much more urgent.
When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.
You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.
Friday's Feast
One Hundred & Ninety Four
Welcome to Feast
One Hundred & Ninety Four
for
Friday, June 20th, 2008
Thank you for visiting my Friday's Feast. Each week, there are 5 questions featured, created lovingly by the chef. Enjoy!
Appetizer
If you could live on another continent for 1 year, which one would you choose?
Soup
Which browser do you use to surf the Internet?
Salad
On a scale of 1-10 (with 10 being highest), how much do you know about the history of your country?
Main Course
Finish this sentence: Love is…
Dessert
Have you ever been in or near a tornado?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Blogging for 2 Years Now
IT'S MY 2 YEAR BLOGGOVERSARY!!
It really is! 2 Years! You can check out my first post from then The First Time.
My blog was to be an outlet for me. Like a diary but not quite (have to keep some things private doncha know). I always wanted to write about something that was important to me, but I also wanted to try to capture the attention of the reader....and hold that attention. I hope I did that.
As I reflect on some of the things that I wrote about, I have to quietly chuckle. There was the post about the Creepy Guy and Flying Ants and the NosePicker (all of these posts I cannot locate at the moment).
I've blogged about My Sweetie who is my love and soulmate, and who always manages to provide suitable content to write about, even though our styles of writing are very different.
I've blogged about my kitty, BJ....and of course our other kitty, Coco, who left us on what, sadly, will be one year on Sunday.
I've blogged about my beloved parents, who I loved and I know loved me dearly. I believe they are always looking down on me and providing an invisible helping hand when I most need it.
I've blogged about our boat and some of our sailing adventures. If summer ever gets off the ground, we'll have even more adventures to blog about.
I've blogged about mylove of reality TV...Survivor, Canadian Idol, American Idol, SYTYWD (go Twitch, go Joshua, go Comfort), ANTM, etc etc etc....
They say that time flies, and it certainly does. For those of you who visit, THANK YOU. I hope you stick around my blog for another year.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday's Feast
One Hundred & Ninety Three
Welcome to Feast
One Hundred & Ninety Three
for
Friday, June 13th, 2008
Thank you for visiting my Friday's Feast. Each week, there are 5 questions featured, created lovingly by the chef. Enjoy!
Appetizer
Do you consider yourself to be an optimist or a pessimist?
Soup
What is your favorite color of ink to write with?
Salad
How often do you get a manicure or pedicure? Do you do them yourself or go to a salon and pay for them?
Main Course
Have you ever won anything online? If so, what was it?
Dessert
In which room in your house do you keep your home computer?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Poor Tomatoes
I saw this brief heading on the Internet today:
Ont. scientist working on inoculation for tomatoes
.......I sure hope those poor tomatoes get better soon :-)
Ont. scientist working on inoculation for tomatoes
.......I sure hope those poor tomatoes get better soon :-)
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Casual-ly
Casual. That's a word that can be really confusing when it comes to clothing. Partner the word 'casual' with 'business' as in 'Business Casual' and I can really get myself in a tizzy.
I grew up in the type of world where uniforms (of a sort) were in style. There were school uniforms for grade school and for high school. In the business world, it was suits....jacket, skirt, nylons, the whole bit. It may have felt like a bit of a pain sometimes, but you always felt and looked professional.
Switch up to a time where Business Casual became toe new way of dressing in business. I remember when it was first introduced. The masses asked what constituted Business Casual. Well, as you would expect, the response was golf shirt and pants...but no jeans. The ladies in the audience sat with our mouths agape. Golf shirt? How are we gonna pull that one off? It took me a long time to ever feel comfortable at work in anything that didn't involve a jacket. Eventually I adjusted.
The word 'casual' entered my world again recently. We were invited to a wedding reception, where the dress was casual (in fact, jeans were acceptable as well). I freaked. My closet still sported winter clothing, complete with black and navy, but nothing of a summery nature, and certainly not casual. I fretted and fretted, especially since our temperature has now hit the 90's and it's sweltering hot outside. Now I had to think about casual PLUS cool.
I visited the local store many time in search of something that would fit the occasion, and finally found something that I am comfortable in and that I think is casual yet dressy.
Lesson for me - SHOP MORE AND SHOP OFTEN!
...and always be prepared.
I grew up in the type of world where uniforms (of a sort) were in style. There were school uniforms for grade school and for high school. In the business world, it was suits....jacket, skirt, nylons, the whole bit. It may have felt like a bit of a pain sometimes, but you always felt and looked professional.
Switch up to a time where Business Casual became toe new way of dressing in business. I remember when it was first introduced. The masses asked what constituted Business Casual. Well, as you would expect, the response was golf shirt and pants...but no jeans. The ladies in the audience sat with our mouths agape. Golf shirt? How are we gonna pull that one off? It took me a long time to ever feel comfortable at work in anything that didn't involve a jacket. Eventually I adjusted.
The word 'casual' entered my world again recently. We were invited to a wedding reception, where the dress was casual (in fact, jeans were acceptable as well). I freaked. My closet still sported winter clothing, complete with black and navy, but nothing of a summery nature, and certainly not casual. I fretted and fretted, especially since our temperature has now hit the 90's and it's sweltering hot outside. Now I had to think about casual PLUS cool.
I visited the local store many time in search of something that would fit the occasion, and finally found something that I am comfortable in and that I think is casual yet dressy.
Lesson for me - SHOP MORE AND SHOP OFTEN!
...and always be prepared.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
That Invisible Kind Of Feeling
Sometimes I feel like I am invisible. I'm not, but I am made to feel as though I am. It has happened before, and can happen anywhere, and this time it happened at a restaurant.
My Sweetie was seated first, while I went to powder my nose (ahem). I wasn't told where we were being seated, so when I arrived at the reception area, rhe hostess and I took a walkabout the restaurant to find wher My Sweetie was sitting.
I should have known then that things were not off to a great start.
The waitress (I'll call her Chippie from herein) came to take our order. Chippie was a perky, smiley young thing (aren't they all?), and she outdid herself in paying an abundance of attention to the male half at our table. She would angle herself in his direction when taking his order, and didn't even bother to change her stance when it came to taking my order.
Anyway, this continued and at one point, My Sweetie asked if I noticed that the service was slanted toward him. OF COURSE I NOTICED!!! He even said that before I was seated at the table, he was the recipient of the smilies and extra attention. Chippie and her smilies.
When our meals came, Chippie made sure to get My Sweetie's approval for his dinner. Was everything to his satisfaction blah-blah-blah. I barely was acknowledged.
Until it came time to pay. Chippie brought the bill, and I placed my credit card on the tray. She noticed. How could I tell? Because all of a sudden I was getting the biggest smile that you ever saw in your life. Grinning from ear to ear she was. I guess she was expecting the male diner to pay for dinner, but the female diner pulled a fast one and yanked out her credit card. Darn! "I've been smiling at the wrong person, I have!...Time to switch gears and I hope it's not too late!"
Now, I have experienced this before, and we can't really do anything about it, short of stiffing the servers on the tip (which I still did not do), but you think they'd know better.
Oh, and you know how they always come by after the payment and re-thank you for visiting?
That didn't happen either.
My Sweetie was seated first, while I went to powder my nose (ahem). I wasn't told where we were being seated, so when I arrived at the reception area, rhe hostess and I took a walkabout the restaurant to find wher My Sweetie was sitting.
I should have known then that things were not off to a great start.
The waitress (I'll call her Chippie from herein) came to take our order. Chippie was a perky, smiley young thing (aren't they all?), and she outdid herself in paying an abundance of attention to the male half at our table. She would angle herself in his direction when taking his order, and didn't even bother to change her stance when it came to taking my order.
Anyway, this continued and at one point, My Sweetie asked if I noticed that the service was slanted toward him. OF COURSE I NOTICED!!! He even said that before I was seated at the table, he was the recipient of the smilies and extra attention. Chippie and her smilies.
When our meals came, Chippie made sure to get My Sweetie's approval for his dinner. Was everything to his satisfaction blah-blah-blah. I barely was acknowledged.
Until it came time to pay. Chippie brought the bill, and I placed my credit card on the tray. She noticed. How could I tell? Because all of a sudden I was getting the biggest smile that you ever saw in your life. Grinning from ear to ear she was. I guess she was expecting the male diner to pay for dinner, but the female diner pulled a fast one and yanked out her credit card. Darn! "I've been smiling at the wrong person, I have!...Time to switch gears and I hope it's not too late!"
Now, I have experienced this before, and we can't really do anything about it, short of stiffing the servers on the tip (which I still did not do), but you think they'd know better.
Oh, and you know how they always come by after the payment and re-thank you for visiting?
That didn't happen either.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Forked Again
MY VERSION:
Last night I almost ended up eating rubber. Not what you'd expect from a simple BBQ right? Right.
The culprit was a BBQ fork. This fork is supposed to tell you if your food is cooked the way you want it to be cooked. The fork was black. Hubby went to start up the BBQ and get the steaks going. Then he began deciphering the instructions on the package. Pretty simple instructions. Nothing unusual to note.
Part way through the BBQ process, hubby stuck the fork in my steak, and walked back in the house, noting that one of the prong tips was black but the other was silver. You see there were little black rubber point protectors (which the packaging did not say anything about), and now one of them was missing.
It either fell on the floor, or the ground outside.........or was in my steak!
Yes, one of the little rubber tips lodged itself in my steak and had to be dug out.
Now imagine this happening to someone with poor eyesight, or someone who doesn't pay attention to such things.
They would have had an extra bit of chewiness with their meat.
HIS VERSION:
It all started out when a close relative decided she didn’t need a “heat-sensing” BBQ fork, because she had moved into a condo and couldn’t use a grill on the balcony – so she gave it to us.
This dandy little device tells you the temperature of the meat you’re cooking (rare, medium, well-done) just by sticking it the meat and pressing a button on the handle. The read-out tells you how your cooking is progressing. Since I usually overcook on the BBQ, this item seemed like a no-brainer. I took it out of its original wrapper and proceeded to use it last night on the steaks. The sensors in the prongs were self-evident – somewhat overlarge black parts at the ends of the fork.
I threw the steaks on, confident that THIS time there would be no overcooking. Stuck the fork in as the cooking progressed – watched as the readout finally registered that they were cooked exactly the way we both like them – hers done to medium, mine to medium rare! It was about then that I noticed the fork looked different – one prong was suddenly chrome metal! I turned over her steak and there it was – the rubber tip sticking in her steak. As Homer would say “DOH!”. The rubber tips were actually protective covers for each fork tip. Chagrined, I quickly removed the steaks from the grill. The rubber tips had insulated the fork’s temperature sensors. Her steak ended up REALLY well done (ugh!), mine just ordinary well done. I checked the packaging that the fork came in – no mention of removing the protective rubber covers anywhere. Plus she almost got to eat one.
So much for modern technology – garbage in, overcooked steaks out. Hummph.
Last night I almost ended up eating rubber. Not what you'd expect from a simple BBQ right? Right.
The culprit was a BBQ fork. This fork is supposed to tell you if your food is cooked the way you want it to be cooked. The fork was black. Hubby went to start up the BBQ and get the steaks going. Then he began deciphering the instructions on the package. Pretty simple instructions. Nothing unusual to note.
Part way through the BBQ process, hubby stuck the fork in my steak, and walked back in the house, noting that one of the prong tips was black but the other was silver. You see there were little black rubber point protectors (which the packaging did not say anything about), and now one of them was missing.
It either fell on the floor, or the ground outside.........or was in my steak!
Yes, one of the little rubber tips lodged itself in my steak and had to be dug out.
Now imagine this happening to someone with poor eyesight, or someone who doesn't pay attention to such things.
They would have had an extra bit of chewiness with their meat.
HIS VERSION:
It all started out when a close relative decided she didn’t need a “heat-sensing” BBQ fork, because she had moved into a condo and couldn’t use a grill on the balcony – so she gave it to us.
This dandy little device tells you the temperature of the meat you’re cooking (rare, medium, well-done) just by sticking it the meat and pressing a button on the handle. The read-out tells you how your cooking is progressing. Since I usually overcook on the BBQ, this item seemed like a no-brainer. I took it out of its original wrapper and proceeded to use it last night on the steaks. The sensors in the prongs were self-evident – somewhat overlarge black parts at the ends of the fork.
I threw the steaks on, confident that THIS time there would be no overcooking. Stuck the fork in as the cooking progressed – watched as the readout finally registered that they were cooked exactly the way we both like them – hers done to medium, mine to medium rare! It was about then that I noticed the fork looked different – one prong was suddenly chrome metal! I turned over her steak and there it was – the rubber tip sticking in her steak. As Homer would say “DOH!”. The rubber tips were actually protective covers for each fork tip. Chagrined, I quickly removed the steaks from the grill. The rubber tips had insulated the fork’s temperature sensors. Her steak ended up REALLY well done (ugh!), mine just ordinary well done. I checked the packaging that the fork came in – no mention of removing the protective rubber covers anywhere. Plus she almost got to eat one.
So much for modern technology – garbage in, overcooked steaks out. Hummph.
Friday, May 30, 2008
The Mouse Repair
The mouse that I use for work was on the blink. It developed a clack-clack-clack on the left button, and this sound (and feel) was most disturbing. At first I thought that it was time to go mouse shopping, but I really like this particular mouse.
Today, the mouse was behaving in the same manner. So I poked and prodded, cleaned it, tried everything.
Still the same clack-clack-clack noise.
I resorted to the final straw. I disconnected the mouse and whacked it on my carpeted floor a few times.
Mouse is now fixed.
Not the most technical way of handling things, but it seems to have worked.
Today, the mouse was behaving in the same manner. So I poked and prodded, cleaned it, tried everything.
Still the same clack-clack-clack noise.
I resorted to the final straw. I disconnected the mouse and whacked it on my carpeted floor a few times.
Mouse is now fixed.
Not the most technical way of handling things, but it seems to have worked.
Where'd You Come From Anyway?
Yesterday, I was driving to the gym, in a slow, casual drive.
Thank goodness for my driving slowly.
There was a teen walking home on the side of the street that has no sidewalk. I had him in my view, and I could tell that he was not paying attention to his surroundings. Maybe he had earbuds, but I can't recall. Anyway, just as I was approaching him, he did what I thought he was going to do.
He started to step in front of my vehicle. Of course, I had to brake, and stop while he made up his mind whether to proceed to cross the street. He decided to stay put and waved me on.
Now imagine if I had been one of the yahooooos who drives like a banshee. That kid might be in the hospital today.
Moral of the story? Pay bloody attention!
Thank goodness for my driving slowly.
There was a teen walking home on the side of the street that has no sidewalk. I had him in my view, and I could tell that he was not paying attention to his surroundings. Maybe he had earbuds, but I can't recall. Anyway, just as I was approaching him, he did what I thought he was going to do.
He started to step in front of my vehicle. Of course, I had to brake, and stop while he made up his mind whether to proceed to cross the street. He decided to stay put and waved me on.
Now imagine if I had been one of the yahooooos who drives like a banshee. That kid might be in the hospital today.
Moral of the story? Pay bloody attention!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
First Hand Road Rage
They were approaching quickly. Two vehicles of a late model vintage. The first vehicle was a wagon of sorts. The second vehicle was a 2-door sub-compact.
Their drivers were behaving as drivers do, except that, the first car came to an abrupt stop, and the second vehicle bumped into it. The first driver got out of his car and proceeded to whack the windshield of the second car. There was no damage, no carnage, and I couldn't tell if this was an accident or whether it was done on purpose.
Well, it was done on purpose and this was the most blatant case of road rage I have ever seen.
Two little 2 year olds in their toy cars......experiencing road rage at this very young age.
Cheers!
Their drivers were behaving as drivers do, except that, the first car came to an abrupt stop, and the second vehicle bumped into it. The first driver got out of his car and proceeded to whack the windshield of the second car. There was no damage, no carnage, and I couldn't tell if this was an accident or whether it was done on purpose.
Well, it was done on purpose and this was the most blatant case of road rage I have ever seen.
Two little 2 year olds in their toy cars......experiencing road rage at this very young age.
Cheers!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Archuleta! Archuleta!
American Idol....ahhhh!
I am a huge (huge I say!) American Idol (and Canadian Idol) fan. My most favourite seasons were the Fantasia season and the one and only Taylor Hicks season.
This season, it has been a cliff hanger, with every week watching another talented person going home.
Tonight it is down to the two Davids. David Cook and David Archuleta.
David Cook (I'll call him big David) is a high style rocker. I enjoyed his song selections and enjoyed his performance. At one point I even thought that he would indeed win the whole thing. But there was always a little tug that said 'Hey...wait a minute! There's Little David too!'.
Little David Archuleta (and I say little because he is a small guy and young...only 17 years old!). Little David has a voice which is as smooth as silk, and he sings with so much emotion, that he can literally reduce one to tears (as he has done with me).
So....who has my vote tonight (but I can't vote because I'm in Canada)???....
Little David
I am a huge (huge I say!) American Idol (and Canadian Idol) fan. My most favourite seasons were the Fantasia season and the one and only Taylor Hicks season.
This season, it has been a cliff hanger, with every week watching another talented person going home.
Tonight it is down to the two Davids. David Cook and David Archuleta.
David Cook (I'll call him big David) is a high style rocker. I enjoyed his song selections and enjoyed his performance. At one point I even thought that he would indeed win the whole thing. But there was always a little tug that said 'Hey...wait a minute! There's Little David too!'.
Little David Archuleta (and I say little because he is a small guy and young...only 17 years old!). Little David has a voice which is as smooth as silk, and he sings with so much emotion, that he can literally reduce one to tears (as he has done with me).
So....who has my vote tonight (but I can't vote because I'm in Canada)???....
Little David
Friday, May 16, 2008
This is Just Plain Creepy
I read this online yesterday. Then re-read it. Then re-read it again. It was incredulous to me. It reminded me of tales from another world...spooky stories told at Halloween. In fact, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I still hadn't come to grips with it. Not to say that I have come to grips with it any better today.
So here it is...
"Girl with stomach pains carrying embryonic twin.
ATHENS, Greece (AP) — A 9-year-old girl taken to a hospital with stomach pains was found to be carrying her embryonic twin, doctors in central Greece said Thursday.
Doctors examined the girl and surgically removed a 2-inch-long growth they later discovered was an embryo.
“They could see on the right side that her belly was swollen, but they didn’t suspect that this tumor would hide an embryo,” said Iakovos Brouskelis, director of Larissa General Hospital.
The girl has made a full recovery, he said.
The embryo was a formed fetus with a head, hair and eyes but no brain or umbilical cord, said Dr. Andreas Markou, head of the pediatric department.
He said cases in which one twin absorbs the other in the womb occurs in one in every 500,000 live births."
....from CNN News
So here it is...
"Girl with stomach pains carrying embryonic twin.
ATHENS, Greece (AP) — A 9-year-old girl taken to a hospital with stomach pains was found to be carrying her embryonic twin, doctors in central Greece said Thursday.
Doctors examined the girl and surgically removed a 2-inch-long growth they later discovered was an embryo.
“They could see on the right side that her belly was swollen, but they didn’t suspect that this tumor would hide an embryo,” said Iakovos Brouskelis, director of Larissa General Hospital.
The girl has made a full recovery, he said.
The embryo was a formed fetus with a head, hair and eyes but no brain or umbilical cord, said Dr. Andreas Markou, head of the pediatric department.
He said cases in which one twin absorbs the other in the womb occurs in one in every 500,000 live births."
....from CNN News
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Ants in our Pants
Not quite, but we did spend the day evacuating carpenter ants and there nests and colonies from the basement wall. All because we repaired some of the bricks at our back wall, thus closing off their entrance. So now they're angry at us, and the ones that were already living in the basement are escaping upstairs...so we are doing the ant dance. The ones outside can die...or go and live somewhere else.
So, we have destroyed a few colonies of ants that were taking up residence in the basement wall, sent a few babies to the guillotine and just basically tried to remove any trace of the little buggers.
Someone told us to try cornmeal. It seems that these guys will eat it, but can't digest it, so they simply die from being overfed.
hmmm I guess you can have too much of a good thing!
So, we have destroyed a few colonies of ants that were taking up residence in the basement wall, sent a few babies to the guillotine and just basically tried to remove any trace of the little buggers.
Someone told us to try cornmeal. It seems that these guys will eat it, but can't digest it, so they simply die from being overfed.
hmmm I guess you can have too much of a good thing!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Smell Sensitive
I am smell sensitive. I am sensitive to perfumes and lotions that have an over-powering air, so much so that I will get a headache. In fact, I can't even wear perfume, because I'll give myself a headache.
This is especially evident when ladies apply more of the pretty, smelly stuff before they work out. That wonderful odeur (to others, not me) gets multiplied when we workout. What I end up doing is moving to different spots in class to get away from the smell.
Now, this is particularly difficult to do when I am in a cycling class, trapped on a bike, with someone's Eau de Chanel wafting through my nostrils, invading my sinuses, and leaving me with a headache.
So, the next time you apply your perfumes etc, be kind....k?
Much appreciated.....
This is especially evident when ladies apply more of the pretty, smelly stuff before they work out. That wonderful odeur (to others, not me) gets multiplied when we workout. What I end up doing is moving to different spots in class to get away from the smell.
Now, this is particularly difficult to do when I am in a cycling class, trapped on a bike, with someone's Eau de Chanel wafting through my nostrils, invading my sinuses, and leaving me with a headache.
So, the next time you apply your perfumes etc, be kind....k?
Much appreciated.....
Friday, May 02, 2008
Burger on Top?
It's a good thing that my hospitalized SIL isn't reading my blog today, because this one is about food. She'd be very unhappy....and hungrier.
It's not a really long post either. This idea just fell out of the sky and landed on my todo list.
It has to do with burgers, and how people dress them. You see, I am a fan of putting the burger on the bun and then dressing it with my favourites....cheese, lettuce, and tomato, and nothing else. Pretty much a naked burger.
Now, there was a TV ad the other day where a burger being dressed, but they put the burger on top of everything! So the bottom part of the bun had all the fixings and then the burger and then the top part of the bun.
I know what some smart fart is gonna say....'just turn your burger over if you don't like it!'.
hrumph....Happy Weekend everybody.
It's not a really long post either. This idea just fell out of the sky and landed on my todo list.
It has to do with burgers, and how people dress them. You see, I am a fan of putting the burger on the bun and then dressing it with my favourites....cheese, lettuce, and tomato, and nothing else. Pretty much a naked burger.
Now, there was a TV ad the other day where a burger being dressed, but they put the burger on top of everything! So the bottom part of the bun had all the fixings and then the burger and then the top part of the bun.
I know what some smart fart is gonna say....'just turn your burger over if you don't like it!'.
hrumph....Happy Weekend everybody.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Goosed!
It was the end of the day. I was nice and relaxed after returning from the gym, and had just pulled into the driveway. As I looked back as my car was reversing, I spotted something on the lawn that wasn't there earlier.
A goose.
Not a real, live goose, but a goose that once belonged to a neighbour. A lawn ornament. I know this because every year, this particular neighbour sets out a few phony geese on her lawn (some people do garden gnomes, she does geese).
This was probably a prank by some of the local kids, possibly the same local kids who thought it was a joke to steal our solar rock from our front lawn last year or the year before (can't remember; old age). The rock never did come home.
Anyway, back to the goose. Yesterday we went to try and ask the goose lady if she was missing a goose, but she never answered the door.
We tried again, but no answer from the goose lady.
My Sweetie happened to look out of his office window and saw that her garage door was open, which meant she was either at home or going out. So he went over, and proceeded with the goose interrogation, thus determining that the found goose was in fact her goose. It was returned to its rightful owner.
Later, we drove past the house, and sure enough, the goose was reunited with his family, the threesome of plastic geese, protecting the tree.
On days like this, I love living here.
A goose.
Not a real, live goose, but a goose that once belonged to a neighbour. A lawn ornament. I know this because every year, this particular neighbour sets out a few phony geese on her lawn (some people do garden gnomes, she does geese).
This was probably a prank by some of the local kids, possibly the same local kids who thought it was a joke to steal our solar rock from our front lawn last year or the year before (can't remember; old age). The rock never did come home.
Anyway, back to the goose. Yesterday we went to try and ask the goose lady if she was missing a goose, but she never answered the door.
We tried again, but no answer from the goose lady.
My Sweetie happened to look out of his office window and saw that her garage door was open, which meant she was either at home or going out. So he went over, and proceeded with the goose interrogation, thus determining that the found goose was in fact her goose. It was returned to its rightful owner.
Later, we drove past the house, and sure enough, the goose was reunited with his family, the threesome of plastic geese, protecting the tree.
On days like this, I love living here.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
And Her First Question Should Have Been....
The other day, My Sweetie was trying to subscribe to a service (doesn't matter what). We were in the car using the hands free. The company we were calling was satellite based out of who-knows-where, so you can imagine the bad reception, bops and bips that occurred throughout the call (plus the lost cell at times).
The following conversation took place (you'll just have to imagine my peals of laughter in the background HEEEEEE).
CS (Customer Service): Yes, how can I help you?
MS (My Sweetie): I'd like to subscribe please.
CS: Okay let me bring up your account. What is your account id?
MS: I don't have that handy.
CS: Okay. Can I have your telephone number?
MS: yes........(proceeds to provide telephone number).
CS: I'm sorry but I cannot locate that number. Do you have an email adress?
MS: yes. schnook@mycar.net. That's S as in Sam, C as in chocolate, H as in Halo, N as in Nerd, O as in ohoh, O as in ohohohoh, K as in kindergarden, AT mycar, that's M as in Mother, Y as in Yamaha, C as in Cookie, A asin Atlantic, R as in Rambo, dot net, N as in November, E as in Ewe, T as in Tartar.
CS: okay, thank you. I'm sorry but I cannot locate that email address. Can we try your home address?
(I am already laughing beyond belief)
MS: 68 Berry Blvd, that's six eight, B as in Bear, E as in Ewe, R as in Raspberry, R as in Raspberry, Y as in Yuck.
CS: thank you.
What comes back next is bizarro.
CS: Do you have an address in Kansas?
MS: No.
CS: How about Illinois?
MS: No. I live in Canada.
CS: Oh! My! This is the US 800-number that you called. You need to call the Canadian 800-number! (Huh?)
By this time, both of us are just about driving off the road in a fit of laughter, having gone through almost the entire alphabet for this.
So, her first question should have been =====> ....what country are you in?
The following conversation took place (you'll just have to imagine my peals of laughter in the background HEEEEEE).
CS (Customer Service): Yes, how can I help you?
MS (My Sweetie): I'd like to subscribe please.
CS: Okay let me bring up your account. What is your account id?
MS: I don't have that handy.
CS: Okay. Can I have your telephone number?
MS: yes........(proceeds to provide telephone number).
CS: I'm sorry but I cannot locate that number. Do you have an email adress?
MS: yes. schnook@mycar.net. That's S as in Sam, C as in chocolate, H as in Halo, N as in Nerd, O as in ohoh, O as in ohohohoh, K as in kindergarden, AT mycar, that's M as in Mother, Y as in Yamaha, C as in Cookie, A asin Atlantic, R as in Rambo, dot net, N as in November, E as in Ewe, T as in Tartar.
CS: okay, thank you. I'm sorry but I cannot locate that email address. Can we try your home address?
(I am already laughing beyond belief)
MS: 68 Berry Blvd, that's six eight, B as in Bear, E as in Ewe, R as in Raspberry, R as in Raspberry, Y as in Yuck.
CS: thank you.
What comes back next is bizarro.
CS: Do you have an address in Kansas?
MS: No.
CS: How about Illinois?
MS: No. I live in Canada.
CS: Oh! My! This is the US 800-number that you called. You need to call the Canadian 800-number! (Huh?)
By this time, both of us are just about driving off the road in a fit of laughter, having gone through almost the entire alphabet for this.
So, her first question should have been =====> ....what country are you in?
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