Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Hurts So Bad
If I have one gripe in this world it is this:
What ever gave our ancestors the right to do what they did to the Native Americans? I will never understand how that happened and I am ashamed to admit that it did.
If you ever want to get me on my 'soapbox' in a hurry, just bring that subject up and you will get an ear full.
The settlers came here and just helped themselves to everything. And they haven't stopped. They have desecrated Mother Earth to no end. Why? When will the original inhabitants ever get back what is rightfully theirs?
I once watched a TV program where the settlers were being 'bothered' by Native Americans and they couldn't figure out why. One of them said "What do they want? Why can't they just leave us alone? This is our land, they can't take it away." Excuse me? Your land? How can that be? Just who did you purchase it from? Or rather, who did you take it away from?
Think about it. How would you feel if someone came to your house and told you to get out because they 'wanted it' and thought they were superior to you? And they just kept pushing and pushing until you finally either fought back or just gave up. The majority of the Native Americans back then did not just give up. They were a proud people and all they wanted was their right to live where they wanted. To live off the land; to come and go as they wanted and were used to doing. And please, don't even bring up the word progress. Because I don't want to hear it.
I have put off writing about this subject because I know how upset and angry it makes me when I think about it. Sometimes I just have to put my thoughts down on paper to alleviate any pain, but it's just too strong. No, my pain for them will never go away. Ever.
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Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Jasper here again...
The only reason I am back here again sitting in for mom is because I have lost a dear cyber friend. Princess Jewel is her name. She belonged to Mr. Pratt.
She was a good bunny and somewhat of a celebrity, as her photo appeared almost every Monday on his blog.
Rabbits don't cry but my mommy sure did as she was reading Mr. Pratt's farewell on his site about his beloved Princess Jewel.
Hey Princess Jewel, I'll see you up there and we'll have a good time running and playing waiting for our masters to join us. Till then, good friend, peace be with you.
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Monday, November 28, 2005
Johnny, I Miss You
I was never a Joaquin Phoenix fan, but I wasn't going to let that deter me from seeing Walk The Line because I have always been a big fan of Johnny Cash.
So Saturday night we went to the movies, again. I haven't been in a movie theater in years, but we have now managed to get there twice within the month.
Guess what? I became a Joaquin Phoenix fan instantly. He does his own singing (he had to take lessons) as did Reese Witherspoon. I never followed her career either. She plays June Carter in the movie.
It was an excellent movie along with excellent acting and singing by Joaquin and Reese. They make you feel like you're actually watching Johnny and June.
I followed Johnny's career up until the day he died in '03, and believe me it was a very sad day for me when he left this good earth. When June died a few months earlier, he not only lost his only true love but his best friend also. I miss them both.
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Saturday, November 26, 2005
Something's Missing This Weekend
Gee, what's missing you ask? Well, for starters, Friday would have been Nascar practice and/or qualifications. Sometimes those were done on a Saturday. Today the Busch race would have been run. Watching Martin Truex Jr. week after week defending his championship title was fun. (He won it again this year.) And next year he steps up to the big leagues and will be in the Cup races. And his teammate will be none other than Dale Earnhardt, Jr.
Of course, Sunday would be the Cup race. This is the first weekend without my racing "fix" and I am climbing the walls. There were weekends this past season where there wasn't a race, but I knew there would be one the following weekend and that helped to get me through the week.
I wish I could take a long nap and when I wake up it would be February and Speed Weeks at Daytona.
I have a countdown reminder ticking away on my desktop screen telling me how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds are left until the Daytona 500!
Something tells me this is going to be a longer wait than in the years past. At least then I had work to keep me occupied. I suppose I could watch old races ~ but it's just not the same.
Hey, February, can we speed it up a little bit?
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Friday, November 25, 2005
How We Spent Thanksgiving
The first order of business after I got up this morning was to feed all the animals inside and outside. Then breakfast was prepared for the two of us. Sorry, animals come first around here.
We then watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade (which, by the way, I wasn't too thrilled about ~ what happened to all the balloons?), and then we watched the dog show for awhile. I read the paper while my husband watched TV. He found an Antonio Banderas movie (1996's Two Much) and I stopped what I was doing and glued my eyes on the TV. Love that man!
We ate our turkey and fixings around 4 PM and then relaxed after the dishes and all the leftovers were put away. During the meal, and for some time afterward, we listened to satellite radio via our satellite TV system. They have channels for 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's music. And I heard that there are 65 channels. WOW. I have only sampled about ten of them so far.
Later we watched Survivor, CSI, and Without A Trace. I usually watch ER but it wasn't on tonight. That stupid Apprentice was on instead.
So all in all, it was a quiet holiday with just the two of us enjoying one another and at times getting on each other's nerves. I think at one point he said "Remind me never to retire." Oh well, I can't please everyone!
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
H A P P Y ~ T H A N K S G I V I N G
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
How Windy Was It?
Yesterday it was soooo windy...
...that my cats didn't even come out to eat.
...that our heavy two-seater swing that was wedged up against the deck rail was blown over the rail into the yard and flung up against the lilac bush by the light pole with its legs up in the air like some long dead prehistoric monster.
...that when I was running back to my warm house after putting food out for the cats, the wind blew me off course that the grass and my face were almost introduced to one another.
And to top it all off, it was 20 degrees when I went out this morning to feed the cats. Ouch!
All I can say is I hate Winter ~ until the first snowfall. Quiet, peaceful, serene. But then I don't want to see anymore of it because I'm ready for Spring. Bring it on!
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
He Made The Front Page...
Last week, while driving a company tractor trailer, my husband somehow took down a light standard while attempting to make a turn.
I believe, had the light standard/pole been okay to start with, his rig should never have done what it did.
The bracket for it was too low. When he hit that, it all came down on top of the trailer and he couldn't move. The city had to remove it. Two pictures were in the local paper; one on the front page in color and one on page five in black and white.
The police gave him a citation. Damn! There were no signs giving the height of the bracket, like they post at underpasses. And there were no signs saying "No trucks allowed." We have a blow-up of the front page photo and anyone can clearly see there was nothing he could have done to prevent what happened.
He was told by the officer to send a certain amount of money to the address on the citation for a hearing. Then he can either attend the hearing (and lose a day's wages I might add), or call in. I don't know how that works since nothing like this has ever happened to me. After that, the charges are supposedly dropped and he will get a refund (?).
Well, slap my ass! Why go through all that if it's going to be dropped? Do I smell a small-town scam here? Will he be contacted for a hearing? Will we get the money back? Just what is this all about? Stay tuned, and I'll let you know when I know. But don't hold your breath.
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Monday, November 21, 2005
True Champions
Congratulations to Tony Stewart on winning the 2005 Nextel Cup Championship!
May he win many more.
Also congratulations to Martin Truex Jr. on winning the 2005 Busch Series Championship and also to Dale Earnhardt Jr. and Teresa Earnhardt, co-owners of the Busch team.
Both drivers truly deserved to win.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
And now I begin my annual countdown to Speed Weeks 2006 in Daytona. It cannot come soon enough!
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Friday, November 18, 2005
Today's Guest Blogger: Jasper
Hello ~
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Jasper and I am a lop-eared rabbit.
I was born in the Spring of 1995, so that makes me 10-1/2 years old.
My owner "rescued" me when I was a wee bunny at a very tender age.
It seems the master of the house has an older brother who knew someone that needed to find a good home for me. He immediately thought of the master's wife, her being an animal lover you know.
So one rainy day, during an electrical storm no less, the brother brought me to this house. The owners were both at work, so he found an empty 12-pack soda carton, put me in it, placed me on the ground, and then put a wheelbarrow (upside down) over me.
I was so frightened! I didn't know what I did to deserve that kind of treatment, and I missed my mommy so much. Well, there was nothing I could do about this predicament I was in, so I kept quiet and didn't move.
The owner's wife received a phone call from the brother at work telling her where I was and why I was there. (She told me all this later.) So, when she took that awful wheelbarrow away and lifted me out of that box with such gentle loving hands, I was so grateful and I knew I WAS HOME!
In those first weeks "mom" took me to a strange place to see a veterinarian. They had me spayed because I was told it would help me to live longer. The rabbit before me (that would be Shelby) wasn't spayed and she died of cancer at age 6-1/2 years, but not before we met each other. We got into a fight one day and "mom" kept us apart after that.
I am very well cared for and I couldn't find better "parents." They are so good to me. They never yell when I tear my newspapers apart in my pen. Sometimes I shred them and sometimes I make tunnels to hide under. I get all kinds of treats, and almost every night my "mom" shares her apple with me. Yummmmm. I have also just started getting Cheerios. Thank you Mr. Pratt for giving my "mom" that idea.
Well, I am getting very tired now so I am going to take my power nap. Maybe I can come back soon and write some more.
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Thursday, November 17, 2005
Garth, Please Come Back
I watched the CMA Awards the other night, and the main reason I did so (besides the fact that nothing else was on) was because I wanted to see Garth Brooks perform. It's been, what, 5 years he's been away from recording?
I didn't realize how much I missed him till I saw the promos for that show. So I wasn't going to miss seeing him.
He supposedly "retired" so he could be a father to his three small daughters and vowed not to come back until the youngest was 18. She is now only 9. I think he'd better take back those words.
He should be singing for us all once again! And he should be married to Trisha Yearwood so they can make music together. In more ways than one.
I know he has a single coming out for the Holidays, but I want more, more, more!
(P.S. ~ my favorite country music artists, besides Garth, are Toby Keith and Keith Urban)
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
What Was He Thinking?
I'm not a Kurt Busch fan. Never was and never will be. So when I found this open letter dealing with the subject of what Kurt did a couple days ago, I found it quite amusing and would like to share it. This is for my Nascar friends out there:
To whom it may concern.
Regarding the future employment of NASCAR driver Kurt Busch by Penske Racing, and the Miller Brewing Company I would implore you to re-think and re-evaluate this contract.
After so many fine years of representation of Miller Brewing's products by Rusty Wallace I can't even begin to imagine that Mr. Busch is the type of person that Miller Brewing would want as the catalyst for any advertising campaign. Especially in light of recent developments.
Arrogant, belligerent, cocky, snot nosed, and spoiled are all words used to describe Mr. Busch by the press and race fans alike even before his recent run in with the law. I have to ask if is this the type of personality you want associated with your products? The kind of person you want customers, and potential customers, to relate to when choosing an adult beverage? I would hope not. To have Kurt Busch representing your product to me is unthinkable, and no amount of 'spin' will change the way I, and many thousands of other NASCAR fans, feel about Kurt Busch. This is true now more than ever.
Yes, he's won a championship, but he's never been 'a champion'.
NASCAR fans are a notoriously brand loyal lot, as you no doubt already know. They will also abandon a product over something such as this at the drop of a hat. Even now, before even donning a Miller emblazoned driving suit, has the name of Miller Brewing been bandied about in a negative light.
Yes, Mr. Busch made an error in judgement, several errors in judgement at that. The speeding, reckless driving, running a stop sign, even the alcohol on his breath could be forgivable under certain circumstances provided that the person in question was sincere in mending his ways. But we've all seen Mr. Busch's 'sincerity' in the past. Nothing ever changes.
But the unforgivable aspect of this entire sordid incident is his disrespect for the law enforcement officers that finally managed to reign in this loose cannon. To call an officer of the law a 'wimp', and tell him that he should be 'out directing traffic' is inexcusable and an affront to all the law enforcement officers throughout America, and to all American citizens as well.
These brave men and women are sworn to enforce the laws of this great land and insure public safety. To have them treated as they were by Mr. Busch is beyond comprehension. To ask them "Do you know who I am?" shows in NO uncertain terms that Mr. Busch feels himself superior to others, and above the law as well.
In closing let me ask once again that you divest yourselves of this putrid piece of human excrement before even more damage is done to the good name that the Miller Brewing Company has built over many years.
Obviously I didn't write this. I also left off the name of the person that did. I especially like the last sentence. Kurt Busch has offended far too many people and he is finally getting his "due." And his little brother Kyle is not too far behind him.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Clueless
I wonder why my husband is so jealous of my computer. He doesn't want to know how to use it and always says computers are wrong etc. Yet, when he needs to know something he tells me to look it up on my computer.
Whenever I am on, he gets very jealous. I'm not understanding it at all.
Like this past Sunday ~ by 2:30 I was finished with what I had to do both outside and inside. It was too early for the race on TV. So I took a few minutes to check out some things and to post my Sunday scripture.
He had gone outside after sleeping very late. He needs to catch up on his sleep since he had his knee operation and cannot sleep nights due to the pain. He can't take pain pills as he still drives tractor trailer for a living.
He came inside, popped his head in the door, and said rather disgustingly "Oh, you're on the computer."
Well, duh, that was easy to see. It's not like I'm making love to it or anything.
I'm now wondering if he is jealous because he would like to learn how to use it but doesn't quite know how to ask?
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Monday, November 14, 2005
Talk About Being Addle-Brained...
When I had to clean out my parents' house, one of the many things I had to do was call an auction house to sell the majority of the contents. We would have loved to had an on-site auction but there just wasn't enough available parking.
Two men from the auction came and loaded what they thought would sell. Most of the items sold the first day; however, a few items were sold the following week. Therefore, I received two checks, one very large one and one very small one.
I then composed a letter to my two siblings explaining how much money was generated less the auction's percentage, fees, etc. I addressed two envelopes (one for my brother, one for my sister), stamped them, put my return address sticker on each, and put those into a folder along with the letter.
This past Saturday we took the two checks (made out to me) to the post office where there was a copier. I made copies of them to put into each envelope. I concentrated so I would get the right check that I had written into each correct envelope.
When we left there, we went for breakfast at a diner a couple miles down the road. We pulled in, parked, and my husband asked me if he needed to lock the truck. It was then I remembered: I didn't take the checks from the auction out of the copier!
I could have died. Oh My God! How could I be so stupid? I was so worried about who got what check that I forgot to remove what were now my checks!
So, obviously, we needed to get back to the post office in a hurry. And, of course, when you're in a hurry with an emergency to boot, everyone is in your way or is going extra slow.
I figured if the checks were not there I would just call the auction people and have them put a "stop payment" on them. My husband suggested that maybe a good Samaritan found them and turned them in at the counter. I, of course, didn't believe that for one minute and just wanted to throw up.
To make a long story short, the checks were still in the copier. So, yeah, every once in a while I do have some good luck.
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Saturday, November 12, 2005
It's A Cruel World
Today I am very sad...
There is a man who is breathing his last breaths these past few days. I don't know how long he has to live. His whole body is ravaged with cancer. God, I abhor that word.
This man is the father of five wonderful children ranging in age from 3 to 14. They need and love their father, yet he is being taken from them. He is only 39.
I just read his wife's post today and it is very gut-wrenching. I really don't understand it when bad things happen to good people.
This horrible beast of a disease has torn apart so many families and it's just not fair or right. And I am so not understanding the why of it. Especially the little children. It just tears me apart reading their parents' posts.
What really boggles my mind is these children, who don't know anything else, truly believe that it is the way life is to be. And because of that they are not angry and just accept their fate.
All I can ask is: WHAT's WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?????
Why aren't we doing more for these people, especially the innocent babies. By now a cure should have been found. Why are we, as a Nation, so backward in these things?
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Friday, November 11, 2005
Top 10 Reasons Why Horses Are Better Than Men
10. If your horse starts to stray, you can just throw a rope around his neck.
9. You can see to it that your horse is well groomed.
8. Once you break a horse, he'll always be obedient.
7. A horse can understand why you'd want to buy your shoes in sets of
four.
6. Horses are into "stable" relationships.
5. You can have horses gelded and they hardly seem to notice.
4. A horse would rather munch his wild oats than sow them.
3. You can lead a horse to water, but a man will insist on driving and get you lost.
2. Any man would have to admit that next to a horse he feels somehow...inadequate.
1. There are plenty of good horses to go around!
I couldn't think of anything to write about today, so I thought I would just post this.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
Dark And Gloomy Days
Yesterday it was very dreary here in northeastern PA ~ raining and cold. Yuck! I can only take this time of the year if there is sunshine. Without that, the days suck. Makes one get very depressed. I hate that word: depressed. It's depressing in and of itself.
On another similar note...
I don't usually like being called a whiner and I have never been called that to my face that I can remember. Oh sure, I've dished it out to others and I still do. Mostly kidding. Whiners do not have my respect. And they come from all walks of life.
I'm not saying that I don't whine, I do. But my husband is the only one that hears it these days. Well, my rabbit does too, but she accepts me for what and who I am. As does my husband. He doesn't have much choice.
Isn't it funny how all pets are so understanding? They don't ask for much but they sure do give a lot in return. And they sure do lift that old depression and put it right where it belongs ~ in the trash.
At least today the sun is shining. But it is cold and windy. There I go, whining again. I think I'll go have a glass of WINE; that will put me in a much better mood! Love that wine.
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Daredevil Kitten Without A Motorcycle
Yesterday when I went out to feed my 'stray' cats, I noticed one of the kittens (Junior, no less) was inside our waterless pool. He obviously jumped up on the ledge and then down to the ground inside. Or maybe he used the ladder which is only on the outside of the pool right next to it. The only thing standing right now is the walls of the pool. We haven't gotten around to putting the liner in this year. But that is a whole 'nother story.
The size of the pool is 18x33 and the walls are very high inside.
As I walked toward the 'pool' the kitten panicked when it saw me and started running around in circles very fast. I kept talking to it in a calm voice as I slowly advanced. Then he would try to run up the side but it was sort of like jumping at the side with his paws, and he could never get high enough to reach the ledge. It kind of reminded me of that motorcycle thrill ride at carnivals where the bikes go around the inside of a huge barrel in a circle.
It was comical to watch and I felt bad for him so I took the food to the feeding box with the intention of helping the little dude get out after I was finished. I thought if I put the pool ladder inside he could climb out that way.
When I went back, he wasn't there. I looked all over including the clump of weeds at the one end. He must have "settled down" with me not there scaring the bejesus out of him and he did what all cats are prone to do: he escaped on his own.
He showed up a little late for breakfast and seemed ok to me.
I guess I was more worried than he was.
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Who, Me Apologize?
I recently did something that was not so nice. I'll just say it involved an e-mail to a former co-worker. It was sent in error. Instead of hitting delete, I hit send but I didn't know it at the time. OOPS! It was composed when I was mad as a hornet. I shouldn't have done it the way I did, but I needed to get it out of my system. When I was done, I walked away. When I came back much later, the wrong key was hit.
Anyway, it had to do with my husband's two days of bereavement pay, one on a Friday and one on a Monday. Neither day was included in both checks. Apparently she does not know what code to use to pay for those type days.
He is a truck driver, so it is a nice chunk of pay. I overlooked the first one, but when it happened again the following week, well...let's just say that's when the sh*t hit the fan!
I understand the recipient wasn't too happy to receive the e-mail. She left my husband know about it the next day. He knew nothing about it and I felt I didn't have to mention it because I thought I hit delete!
It wasn't malicious or nasty or anything like that. I just reminded her of the two pay days she owed him and then asked her if she hadn't figured out how to do her damn job yet. (I used to do payroll when I worked there.) She told my husband if I had anything to say to her, I should say it to her face. I think she meant on the phone because I am not allowed on the property due to the fact that I was terminated on their trumped-up beliefs.
So you can judge for yourself and see that it wasn't that bad. However, because I messed up, I felt an apology was in order. So I sent her one using my other e-mail address in case she blocked or blacklisted the original address.
Guess what?
Apparently she has decided not to accept my apology. Too bad. It just shows how petty and ignorant she is. And, no, that does not warrant any apologies.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
Where I Wish I Were
Every weekday at 4:00 PM I stop whatever I'm doing and sit down to watch "Little House On The Prairie."
For some reason I hardly watched it way back when it first came on TV. I do remember catching it a few times though. Guess I had other bridges to burn at the time. But now I can't get enough of it. I guess because every show usually has a moral to the story. Any maybe because I am somewhat older and wiser now (don't laugh), I understand it better.
Also, every episode usually makes me cry. Yeah, I know, I'm such a wimpy big baby. But I am good for a least one good "cry" per episode. I try not to, but it just happens.
The thing is, these stories give me such a warm fuzzy feeling. Kinda like I wish I could've lived back then and maybe grown up with Laura Ingalls as a best friend.
But, no, I was born (stuck) in the 20th century with all this newfangled technology, half of which we could probably do without. It was so much more peaceful and quieter back then. There were no landfills, no malls, no air pollution, no smut and I could go on and on about the nasty stuff we have to deal with today.
It would be so nice to go back to times when almost everyone got along and we had fewer choices to make.
Progress. Hmph!
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Saturday, November 05, 2005
Continued Saga of The Mail Carrier
We finally got our certified letter. It was brought to the door personally by the postmaster. I asked him what the carrier's problem was. He said he has no problem, that he is one of his better carriers. Supposedly very conscientious. I explained to him how I had changed my routine so that I would be available when he rang my doorbell.
The carrier told the postmaster, after being questioned, that he knocked on my door three times and waited before leaving. I find that very hard to believe. We have a ranch house and I was on the computer just down the hall from the front door. I did not go outside, I did not go into the basement, and I did not take my usual shower. I have no idea what door he thought he was knocking on, but it certainly wasn't mine!
Besides, we do have a doorbell. Normal people use them before they even think about knocking. Right? Thought so. I asked why he didn't use the doorbell. He said he will address that with him.
So the postmaster and I had a nice long chat. All is well with me and the postal system. For now...
And what was in the certified letter? Exactly what I thought was in it. You see, 8-1/2 years ago our house was robbed while we were at work. Apparently it happened right after we left~he was watching us. This is a person who was in our house years prior and became a friend, if you will. When we figured out someone had been in the house earlier that day, we called the state police.
This person was eventually arrested (we weren't the only ones he had robbed), there were court hearings, depositions to give, the whole nine yards. A royal pain in the butt. Not a happy time for us. Or him, as he had also robbed a business. All in the name of drugs. He went to jail, sentenced to 19 years.
Did I mention that when he robbed us he was on parole in Maryland? Well, according to the letter he was granted parole, but he must do that in Maryland until May 2016. Yeah, that's gonna happen.
If he ever comes back here, well all I will tell him is "Say hello to my little friend." Yes, I am a registered gun carrier, thanks to him.
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Friday, November 04, 2005
Totally Unbelievable
Let me preface this with the fact that I am home all day.
On Tuesday there was a slip in our mailbox telling us there is a certified letter that can be picked up at the local post office and needed a signature to do so.
I did not pick up my mail until 6:00 pm so it was too late to call the post office to inquire about it, and also to let them know it could be redelivered the next day. I thought he may have come to the door while I was in the shower, although I can usually hear the doorbell when I'm in there.
On Wednesday I did call. Yes, they had it there and yes, they can redeliver the next day.
So on Thursday, when they said they could redeliver, I changed my routine. I purposely made myself available to sign for the letter. May I add here that our mailbox is across the street and our mail is delivered via a mailtruck.
I waited until 2:00 pm before checking on the mail. Up until then no one had come to my door with any letter. Out the door, across the yard, around the huge maple tree, wait for traffic, cross the street, open the mailbox.
Why that dirty no-good S.O.B.!
What did I find? Another slip telling me I wasn't home and they could not get my signature to deliver the letter. I am ready to spit nickels at this time.
I couldn't wait to get in the house and make my phone call. And believe me, those are my best calls: when I am good and angry. I spoke to the same person and I asked her if I have to live in my mailbox in order to receive my certified letter.
Of course she was apologetic and I explained I was not yelling at her, that it wasn't her fault, blah blah blah... BUT if the carrier does not come to my door for my signature tomorrow there will be hell to pay.
She could not believe that he hasn't made an attempt to get a signature.
What carrier doesn't know that? And to make matters worse, he even circled that part on the card making me look like I'm the retarded one. Excuse me? I can't wait to see this "government worker" with the brain of a
larva.
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Thursday, November 03, 2005
It's A Mystery
If a company gives an employee two paid bereavement days, why is it so hard to actually get paid for them?
One day was a Friday, the other day was a Monday. This involves two separate checks. And both checks are 8 hours short. WTF?
Do you suppose someone is incapable of doing their job?
Me thinks so!
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Oh Mr. SAND-man...
Yep, I had one of those nights again. You know, the kind where you think you're never going to fall asleep? I guess I do sleep off and on but it is such a light sleep that it seems like I've never slept at all. Very, very frustrating.
This is the second time now in the past week that it's happened. Once before Daylight Savings Time and once since, so I can't blame it on that. And then all day I'm yawning (did you just yawn?), I'm very tired and will probably fall asleep during prime time TV, like last time.
This is one of the worst things to have happen. You just cannot "will" yourself to sleep. I try all kinds of tricks and mind games but nothing works.
Damn. The worst part is, when I look at the clock it's later each time, but still no sleep. Ughhh!
Speaking of cats...
Well, I was. Catnaps?
Kally and her four kittens (Junior ~ Looks just like Mama, Blackie ~ solid black, Kitty ~ looks like Hubby's cat "Kitty" when he was oh so young, and
Twin ~ the other twin was hit by a car and we never named them), are all hanging around for now. Two other older kittens from another litter are hanging around too. Rusty and Linus. Of all these cats, the only one that trusts me, so far, is Kally. She sits within 5 feet of me while I am dishing out their food. Oh, one time Daddy Cat came over and sniffed my hand. He is a very slow cat, and I believe he is blind in one eye. Maybe that's why he came to me.
Meanwhile, I will keep feeding them and maybe one day they will not be so afraid of me.
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Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Tales of My Past
There is a cartoon in today's paper that made me chuckle.
Woman #1: "We had a sad ceremony at home this weekend."
Woman #2: "Oh, did one of your pets die?"
Woman #1: "No, it was the annual ritual of placing the ice scraper in the trunk of the car."
I for one am so happy that I don't have to be one of those people anymore. And you know from some of my past posts that this is the truth. When I drove back and forth to work, I always dreaded the winter months. I have had far too many accidents in that nasty stuff (ice, snow, slush, etc.)
I used to own a 4-wheel drive Jeep convertible with a canvas top. When I drove it in bad weather, I occasionally used to get cocky and sometimes being careful just went out the window. It was a fun vehicle and, believe me, I had a lot of fun with it.
I remember one time in particular back in the '80's when it was very icy, and I was getting perturbed by the other cars and trucks that were going so slow and were in my way. I decided I was going to climb the slight hill by driving on the shoulder where there were pebbles that my tires could grip. It worked. When I got to the top where it was level, I continued on my way at the same rate of speed. I thought it was great.
It didn't take long for my Jeep's back end to come around and I was soon going backward in the other lane! My vehicle was now facing the same way as the others but was going a different way. I had skidded over the low median. Eventually my front square stock bumper wiped out the entire side of another car and I ended up facing a huge drop off the highway with the guard rail the only thing stopping me from going over the side.
That Jeep and I used to have some good times back then. And, yes, I would do it all over again.
