I really don't mind so much about getting old. Well OK I did mind about the bifocals. But the gray hairs, sagging parts, peeing at odd times, and decreased hearing/libido/energy, are no problem.
What DOES get to me about getting old is (yes the bifocals) the fact that the kid will be moving away soon. I never thought that the empty nest thingy would bother me. I know she has a good head on her sholders and will be quite OK. But we've been together most of the time since she was born and I'm going to miss the shit out of her!
Oh, OK! Sure we have days that we can't stand the sight of each other. But for the most part we enjoy each other's company and the girl has gotten sooooooooo funny. She really can crack me up. And then I pee. Sigh.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
No rain makes me cranky!
This is the time of the year I really hate. We've been through 60+ days of temps over 100. No rain forever. Have to keep watering the damn grass. Summer just keeps hanging on.
Today we had clouds along with thunder and everything including some excellent lightning. But no rain whatsoever.
Next year I'm starting to work on xeroscaping our yard. The damn fools here forgot about drough times when they planted. The grass is bermuda, beautiful but requires watering. It was imported from the Bermuda Islands of the triangle fame.
Isn't Bermuda a tropical island? So who thought their grass would be good for here!? The University here has "invented" some grass and call it buffalo grass. It's tough and drought resistant. I'm going to start seeding our back yard with it in the spring. As the buffalo grass takes over where ever planted, eventually we'll have a yard full. Not as pretty as Bermuda but much more suited for this climate.
The city has started cracking down on water use. They have made a bunch of rules about what can and cannot be watered and or washed. They even hired a dozen goons to give out tickets to those not obeying these damn rules. $1000 fine. Yikes!
They lake where our water comes from is very low. All the boat launching places are closed. There are islands in the lake now where it used to be water. Last I heard the lake was around 20 feet lower than normal.
Ok time to quit whining.
I'm going to go out and water my trees in the dark.
Today we had clouds along with thunder and everything including some excellent lightning. But no rain whatsoever.
Next year I'm starting to work on xeroscaping our yard. The damn fools here forgot about drough times when they planted. The grass is bermuda, beautiful but requires watering. It was imported from the Bermuda Islands of the triangle fame.
Isn't Bermuda a tropical island? So who thought their grass would be good for here!? The University here has "invented" some grass and call it buffalo grass. It's tough and drought resistant. I'm going to start seeding our back yard with it in the spring. As the buffalo grass takes over where ever planted, eventually we'll have a yard full. Not as pretty as Bermuda but much more suited for this climate.
The city has started cracking down on water use. They have made a bunch of rules about what can and cannot be watered and or washed. They even hired a dozen goons to give out tickets to those not obeying these damn rules. $1000 fine. Yikes!
They lake where our water comes from is very low. All the boat launching places are closed. There are islands in the lake now where it used to be water. Last I heard the lake was around 20 feet lower than normal.
Ok time to quit whining.
I'm going to go out and water my trees in the dark.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Misfire
Sometimes I think my mind works in an odd way. If you ask the people who know me, they will tell you that I'm crazier than shit.
Just like that, I think, "Is shit crazy? How can it be crazy with no brain cells? But then crazy people's brain cells aren't firing right or missing. Where does that expression come from anyway?"
From there I will go to ask.com or some such site. And then I'm off.
Like yesterday I was watching Shrek and the thought that came from somewhere was, " I wonder how women wearing hoop skirts, used the bathroom. I know I don't get the connection either.
But I put the question into a search engine and never really came up with an answer. But I did hit a site about fashion and customs through many ages. I sat for hours reading this damn site. Finding out all about corsets, the first bra, rules for mourning your loved ones and calling cards etc.
This is the kind of stuff that fascinates me. I have no idea why. I will find stuff like this and start getting excited. Then my poor family gets to hear the whole thing. They really hate that.
Like the neutrino episode. Scientist have been trying to prove they exist for years and I just happened to be flipping channels and ran across a show about how they DO exist and how the scientists proved it.
I was totally stoked!! Poor hubby got to sit and listen to the whole theory and how it was proved. I'm not sure how much he really heard. I imagine he was hearing blah blah blah, and thinking, "I think I need to change the oil in my truck."
But he was a good sport and sat there and pretended to listen. And when I was done he looked at me and ask, "What's a neutrino?"
I maybe I need to find a forum for geeky people. I have no idea where to find one that covers all the stuff I'm interested in. I want one where I can talk about, astronomy, ancient cultures, rules of etiquette, gaming, movies, reading, and be humorous.
Oh! Oh! How come we don't have lightning bugs here?
And I'm off!!!
Just like that, I think, "Is shit crazy? How can it be crazy with no brain cells? But then crazy people's brain cells aren't firing right or missing. Where does that expression come from anyway?"
From there I will go to ask.com or some such site. And then I'm off.
Like yesterday I was watching Shrek and the thought that came from somewhere was, " I wonder how women wearing hoop skirts, used the bathroom. I know I don't get the connection either.
But I put the question into a search engine and never really came up with an answer. But I did hit a site about fashion and customs through many ages. I sat for hours reading this damn site. Finding out all about corsets, the first bra, rules for mourning your loved ones and calling cards etc.
This is the kind of stuff that fascinates me. I have no idea why. I will find stuff like this and start getting excited. Then my poor family gets to hear the whole thing. They really hate that.
Like the neutrino episode. Scientist have been trying to prove they exist for years and I just happened to be flipping channels and ran across a show about how they DO exist and how the scientists proved it.
I was totally stoked!! Poor hubby got to sit and listen to the whole theory and how it was proved. I'm not sure how much he really heard. I imagine he was hearing blah blah blah, and thinking, "I think I need to change the oil in my truck."
But he was a good sport and sat there and pretended to listen. And when I was done he looked at me and ask, "What's a neutrino?"
I maybe I need to find a forum for geeky people. I have no idea where to find one that covers all the stuff I'm interested in. I want one where I can talk about, astronomy, ancient cultures, rules of etiquette, gaming, movies, reading, and be humorous.
Oh! Oh! How come we don't have lightning bugs here?
And I'm off!!!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I have some pet peeves. No, I have some things that make me out of my fucking mind. They are stupid things. Things my loved ones keep doing. I have a hunch that it's these stupid little things that are the reason for divorce or murder. The woman comes into the kitchen and sees that her loved one has done "it" one more time!!!
First off we have to keep our trash can under our sink so that the dogs don't help themselves to a snack of say potato skins or egg shells. But my loved ones can't seem to remember where it is. The damn dogs do. If the door isn't locked, then you get to clean garbage off the entire kitchen floor.
One thing the loved ones do is throw their tea bags into the sink. I asked why. The answer, "They are wet." WTF?! So is the garbage. If we are supposed to have dry garbage then I guess we will soon be hearing from the dry garbage police.
And you know those little stickers on fruit? (And who puts all those little suckers on anyway? When they were kids did they want to grow up to be a fruit sticker?) Anyway my loved ones peel those little stickers off and stick them on the edge of the sink or sometimes on the counter. I am glad they eat fruit but I am sick of peeling those little stickers off every time I go into the kitchen. Once again the trash is about 2.3 feet from the sticking place.
Another thing that makes me crazy (I know I'm sounding a little OCD here) is I am the only person who can shut a door. Frig door, pantry door, back door, front door, closet doors, cupboard doors...you get the idea. No matter how many time I shut them, they keep coming open a few inches. Maybe it's a door conspiracy??
No ever sees things on the floor. I don't mean all the little crumby things, I mean like whole books or giant leaves. Somebody tracked a big leaf from our fig tree once. I left it where it lay, just to see what would happen. The leaf turned brown and got crispy. The loved ones just walked over it. and the animals didn't care. Amazing.
And of course there is the replacing the toilet paper. Why is this so hard? What I find at our house is three squares left on the roll and a new roll sitting on the back of the toilet. I guess you don't use the last three squares equals you don't have to put the new roll on the dispenser.
My youngest loved one is supposed to chuck stuff from the refrigerator while I am out buying groceries. There was a half of a container of milk left in there. The date was 1980, when asked why it wasn't thrown out she said, "There was still some left." I guess she didn't notice that it was a solid chunk. Bleck!!
First off we have to keep our trash can under our sink so that the dogs don't help themselves to a snack of say potato skins or egg shells. But my loved ones can't seem to remember where it is. The damn dogs do. If the door isn't locked, then you get to clean garbage off the entire kitchen floor.
One thing the loved ones do is throw their tea bags into the sink. I asked why. The answer, "They are wet." WTF?! So is the garbage. If we are supposed to have dry garbage then I guess we will soon be hearing from the dry garbage police.
And you know those little stickers on fruit? (And who puts all those little suckers on anyway? When they were kids did they want to grow up to be a fruit sticker?) Anyway my loved ones peel those little stickers off and stick them on the edge of the sink or sometimes on the counter. I am glad they eat fruit but I am sick of peeling those little stickers off every time I go into the kitchen. Once again the trash is about 2.3 feet from the sticking place.
Another thing that makes me crazy (I know I'm sounding a little OCD here) is I am the only person who can shut a door. Frig door, pantry door, back door, front door, closet doors, cupboard doors...you get the idea. No matter how many time I shut them, they keep coming open a few inches. Maybe it's a door conspiracy??
No ever sees things on the floor. I don't mean all the little crumby things, I mean like whole books or giant leaves. Somebody tracked a big leaf from our fig tree once. I left it where it lay, just to see what would happen. The leaf turned brown and got crispy. The loved ones just walked over it. and the animals didn't care. Amazing.
And of course there is the replacing the toilet paper. Why is this so hard? What I find at our house is three squares left on the roll and a new roll sitting on the back of the toilet. I guess you don't use the last three squares equals you don't have to put the new roll on the dispenser.
My youngest loved one is supposed to chuck stuff from the refrigerator while I am out buying groceries. There was a half of a container of milk left in there. The date was 1980, when asked why it wasn't thrown out she said, "There was still some left." I guess she didn't notice that it was a solid chunk. Bleck!!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I am so computer stooooopid!
You know how somebody came up with a cell phone for old people? It has no fancy stuff, it just makes and receives phone calls.
So why can't there be a computer for people like me? Or how about when you click help, it really helps?
And who names this stuff? When I was a kid a cookie meant like an Oreo. Computers have them and you have to turn them on (oh baby,you are so wonderful) or off (you look like the inside of a dead possum). And I have no idea how to find my computer's cookies, let alone how to turn them on or off.
Then there are viruses, worms, (isn't a Trojan a condom?), blogs, Twitter, My Space (I can't remember my password to that one), Facebook, Photoshop, and on and on it goes.
I can send and read my email. I can cut and paste. I can do a search engine. I can update my protection. (How come that's not call Trojan?)
But for the most part, like posting pictures, I have to beg my teenager to help. The kids now are all born knowing all things computer. Maybe the government slipped us a mutation or something.
But I tell you what, all you teens!! I am a bad ass gamer. So bring it!!
So why can't there be a computer for people like me? Or how about when you click help, it really helps?
And who names this stuff? When I was a kid a cookie meant like an Oreo. Computers have them and you have to turn them on (oh baby,you are so wonderful) or off (you look like the inside of a dead possum). And I have no idea how to find my computer's cookies, let alone how to turn them on or off.
Then there are viruses, worms, (isn't a Trojan a condom?), blogs, Twitter, My Space (I can't remember my password to that one), Facebook, Photoshop, and on and on it goes.
I can send and read my email. I can cut and paste. I can do a search engine. I can update my protection. (How come that's not call Trojan?)
But for the most part, like posting pictures, I have to beg my teenager to help. The kids now are all born knowing all things computer. Maybe the government slipped us a mutation or something.
But I tell you what, all you teens!! I am a bad ass gamer. So bring it!!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Men are cretins
I've come to the conclusion that men are cretins. Why the superior of our race puts up with their shananigans, I have no earthy idea.
Here's a short list of men things with no reason behind them.
1. Pooping takes at least 30-45 minutes per incident. What the hell are they doing in there?? Women go in do the job and paper work and are out again in 5 minutes tops.
2.How can men never be able to find things? I have been married to the same man for 23 years now. His socks for the last 23 years have been on the left hand side of the second drawer. This was where he requested they be put. Somehow when I am in the bathroom, on the phone, or reading a great book, his socks pick up and move to some secret place. And then after hearing enough whining and I go look for them. HUH they have moved back to the left side of the second drawer.
3.Why do men keep things? The man I live with has boxes of shit and refuses to get rid of them because he might need this stuff someday. I'm still waiting on someday. He has boxes of; snips of wire, phones that no longer work, remotes that work on nothing, papers like phone bills from 1978, wire hangers, 2 copy machines and odd parts to them, bubble wrap, a whole bunch of fishing stuff that has rusted into a ball, you get the idea. Then he moans about the fact there is no room in the garage.
4.Never buy new underwear. What's so bad about new underwear?? Men where it until you can read through it and it's being held up with duct tape.
5. Live in an ocean of paperwork. First off the man I live with has one of the biggest desks I've ever seen. In fact I rarely see it because it's covered in a bazillion inches of papers. And then when he can't find the one he's looking for, I am supposed to know right where it is.
I have organized this overwhelming mountain of papers more times than I care to remember. Setting up little bins and labelling them with huge bright colors. Give it a week, it will look just like it did.
6.Act like they'er dying when they have a cold? This is what I hear, "whine whine whine, whinewhine whine." This is what I do. Place everything I think he might need on a table by the bed. Then go shopping.
7. Want to have sex when you are reading the best book ever and are at the best part. Sheesh! I must say after these many years I can make it a very very short session.
8. Why do they think women really like martial arts movies? And then why do they get in a huff if you sit beside him reading? They sure don't watch love stories.
OK, I think you get the picture. Sometime I have to agree with the geek science folks, men are becoming obsolete. So maybe they might want to change their ways. Bwahahahahahah! Snort
Here's a short list of men things with no reason behind them.
1. Pooping takes at least 30-45 minutes per incident. What the hell are they doing in there?? Women go in do the job and paper work and are out again in 5 minutes tops.
2.How can men never be able to find things? I have been married to the same man for 23 years now. His socks for the last 23 years have been on the left hand side of the second drawer. This was where he requested they be put. Somehow when I am in the bathroom, on the phone, or reading a great book, his socks pick up and move to some secret place. And then after hearing enough whining and I go look for them. HUH they have moved back to the left side of the second drawer.
3.Why do men keep things? The man I live with has boxes of shit and refuses to get rid of them because he might need this stuff someday. I'm still waiting on someday. He has boxes of; snips of wire, phones that no longer work, remotes that work on nothing, papers like phone bills from 1978, wire hangers, 2 copy machines and odd parts to them, bubble wrap, a whole bunch of fishing stuff that has rusted into a ball, you get the idea. Then he moans about the fact there is no room in the garage.
4.Never buy new underwear. What's so bad about new underwear?? Men where it until you can read through it and it's being held up with duct tape.
5. Live in an ocean of paperwork. First off the man I live with has one of the biggest desks I've ever seen. In fact I rarely see it because it's covered in a bazillion inches of papers. And then when he can't find the one he's looking for, I am supposed to know right where it is.
I have organized this overwhelming mountain of papers more times than I care to remember. Setting up little bins and labelling them with huge bright colors. Give it a week, it will look just like it did.
6.Act like they'er dying when they have a cold? This is what I hear, "whine whine whine, whinewhine whine." This is what I do. Place everything I think he might need on a table by the bed. Then go shopping.
7. Want to have sex when you are reading the best book ever and are at the best part. Sheesh! I must say after these many years I can make it a very very short session.
8. Why do they think women really like martial arts movies? And then why do they get in a huff if you sit beside him reading? They sure don't watch love stories.
OK, I think you get the picture. Sometime I have to agree with the geek science folks, men are becoming obsolete. So maybe they might want to change their ways. Bwahahahahahah! Snort
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