Well the weekend was over too soon. Would have been a better one if I hadn’t been shot out of bed, waking up standing, talking on my cell phone. I have got to change that ringer. What started out as a funny to myself is incredibly annoying in the wee hours of the morn.
4:30 am in the f’in morning is no time for beast or man. Especially being asked technical questions on a bridge call. My nice gene must have still been in bed, cause I was having none of the ‘sooth the enduser’ crap I usually spout. I distinctly remember a moment of silence after a very simple blunt (still polite) explanation came rolling out of my mouth.
Well here it is Monday and no pink slip, no thank you, but all working systems.
Attempted to see if my leather purse could hold water. It does. About two inches worth and never sprang a leak. Thanks to the interrupted sleep yesterday, I overslept, missed the recycling guys and somehow had a bottle of water poured into my purse.
Good Morning, Monday.
ciao
It’s raining again. Pouring to be exact. It’s funny how fast the weather changes around here. Every day I come home to blinking clocks, blinking lights, and my wireless has yet again, reset itself.While searching through a pile of recipes, I came across a collection of my SO’s grandmother’s recipes. Stuffed in a little dingy yellow 3″x5″ card box, was a vast assortment of hand written recipes. I’ve started posting them over on another blog. The jello fascination, the vanilla instant pudding craze, and the down-right strange ‘canned corned beef’ recipes are fascinating in a deer-in-the-headlights kinda way.I hate when I misplace something. I become very obsessive. I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 days opening up every box, bag, and desk drawer in hopes of finding my house pics. I know I put them on cds. But I’ll be darned if I could find them. I’ve searched the same places over and over again. I once heard the definition of insanity, was doing something over and over again but expecting the results to change. Somehow if I continued to look in the same drawer, room, box, etc, it would magically appear there. Maybe next time or the next….
I searched the garage, knowing that the only things left are the things you need once and are afraid you might need again.
(Damn its raining harder…)
I searched the basement. Fought off a few spiders. Even resurrected an old PC. No such luck. Self-doubt crept in and I was beginning to feel crazy, like I was just kidding myself. I searched the kitchen. Like I would keep computer stuff in amongst the pots and pans. I pulled down boxes in closets. Even looked in the broom closet. I decided no more searching.
As I was eating dinner, I noticed a stack of boxes that I just knew didn’t contain anything but guitar pins, baseball stuff, and socks. But wouldn’t you know it, there they were. Four cds packed with my house pictures. I felt like crying.
(Damn, I might be floating out of here soon)
Ciao
Geez. We’ve had so much rain, I’m beginning to wish I had gills. So far the basement is dry and the truck floats real well. There have been a few ‘puddles’ that I got half way thru and wondered if it was a smart idea. My friend’s garage flooded and his car cracked an underplate when he hit a puddle of water. They wanted $500 just to replace the part! The warranty doesn’t cover water.
Life goes on. My cousin said they could handle 1-2 inches per hour but not for several hours. We had rain that only comes like this, every 300 years. Deluge. It wasn’t just a downpour. It was a downpour for 5 hours a day for 6 days. Boy, did the grass grow.
Ciao
Never hold your farts in.
They travel up your spine into your brain and that’s where shitty ideas come from….
Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen’t mttaer, the olny thnig thta’s iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crcreot ptoision.
Ciao
The annual ‘smush-n-tug’ came up today. After arriving at what I blissfully thought was the office, I found out they had moved a few doors down to better digs. It’s still a waiting room. But some corporate brain-fart must have come up with the idea that having a mammogram done in a room with wood paneling, soothing blue colors, and green carpet would make the experience more enjoyable. Wood paneling?
Mammograms are something to be gotten through. I rank them right up there with getting your teeth cleaned at the dentist. No one likes going to the dentist, but if you want to keep up with the cavities, then you go regularly. I really hate that people get some perverse enjoyment out of scaring the bejeebers out of women with stories of how bad it is… Good grief! No one likes a yearly, but you live through them and then go reward yourself with a fatty cheeseburger and fries at your favorite establishment. Enough said. That was the ‘tits’ entry.
How can a 14 year old boy open his mouth to ask a simple question, and the whole waiting room want to slap him silly? How can so much attitude come through so few words? How did any of us ever survive knowing more than our parents? And there you have the ‘teenagers’ part.
Thought it might be something else. Gotcha’.
ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 