Today's Pity Party

I have a cold.  I'm only telling you because I like sharing my misery.  I've had worse colds.  Sometimes I think I prefer worse colds.  The ones were you don't feel like doin' nothin'.  Not like this one.  I feel like crap, but not so bad that I couldn't work today.  I worked at home.  I didn't go in the office and spread my germs all over the place.

I burned my arm today.  On the oven door while I was putting a pizza in the oven.  It was probably a stupid idea to have pizza but I'm out of soup.  Now I have a BIGGG burn on my arm.  Below the elbow.  Where I can't really see it unless I screw myself into a pretzel shape.  I think it's decided not to blister, but I have to hold my arm up so it doesn't hit the edge of the desk while I'm typing because it still hurts.  Probably from me poking it to see if was going to blister.

How Sweet It Was!

I've been wanting a cookie since Monday, but was too lazy to bake them. Friday was Steph's last day at work so I bought cookies 'for her'.  And since the cookies were our going away party, I splurged and got the more expensive Kroger bakery cookies instead of the cheap ones that were on sale for half the price. 

They were worth every bite!.  Those skinny chocolate chip cookies that were 18 for $2.50 couldn't have compared with the $5 a dozen thick pecan chocolate chunk cookies I selected.  And I didn't get plain sugar cookies, but fancy iced sugar cookies.  As one of the staff said "Those are really good, but I'm going to buzz off the sugar high from one cookie all weekend."

Dull, Dull, Dull

They've changed the way blogger looks to create new posts, update old ones, check the stats, etc.  It looks yucky and nothing is where it's supposed to be.  Besides, I can't read that pale black font they use on the pale gray background.  

I detest the trend of using washed out colors.  I first saw those sickly pale pastels in magazines and now they are invading the web.  Why would designers want to use colors that bore you to death?

See how dull this is?  Can't even read it, can you?
Is this better?   See how dull this is?

Did I make my point about pale on pale?

The Searchers

They're doing something to the Target store down the street.  I don't like it when they re-model the stores where I shop regularly.  I don't want to have to put up with the confusion while they're doing it.  I don't want to have to wander around looking for stuff I won't be able to find.  Especially the parking lot.

The last time they re-modeled the grocery store, they hired somebody to go around and help you find where they'd hidden all the groceries.  If they'd put things in reasonable places, like where they were before the re-model, they wouldn't have needed her.  She was never there when we needed her anyway.  We old ladies had to help each other.  Never heard the phrase, "Where in hell did they put...?" from that many old ladies before.

When they converted my local K-Mart to a Sears and the clerks there would ask me "Can I help you find something?"  I wanted to respond, "Yes.  I'm looking for K-Mart."

They've changed Blogger.  I don't like it.  I can't find anything.  You'll be lucky if I find the button to publish this.

The highway I use to go to work will be under construction starting next week and for the next couple of years.  The congestion there is so bad now that some mornings traffic has to speed up just to go slow.  The street which I use to come home from work will be closed for 3 months the day after Memorial day.   I can't even find my way home.

Thought for the day.

I wasn't born to work. 

Unfortunately, I wasn't born rich either. 

You should be one or the other, don't you think?

Or at least pretty.

There goes my ship - again.

It seems like most of my life I've been waiting for something to happen.  I'm not sure what.  But something.

Occasionally I'll stir myself and make it happen, but for the most part I just wait.  Sometimes something happens, sometimes not.

I don't have much ambition.  I don't know if ambition is something you're taught or a skill you learn or a trait you're born with. 

Whatever, I think it passed me by.

So here I sit - in the middle of the country with no ocean or lake in site - just waiting for my ship to come in. 

It reminds me of a joke about the old man who was bemoaning his fate because opportunity never came knocking at his door.  His pity party was interrupted by a weary voice, "I knocked.  You just never got off your lazy butt and answered the door."

Just plain annoying

Does anybody know how I tell MSN.com/Bing how annoying they are?  You know when you click on something on the MSN page that looks interesting and it takes you to a page that says crap like "it happened at a fraternity (what fraternity?) and "covered with condiments like this, this, and this".  And then you're supposed to click on the blue words to go to a search page to find out what they should have told you in the article in the first place instead of making you waste your time hunting for it.

I suppose they are trying to make "Bing" as popular as"Google".  It's not going to work for several reasons.

1. "Bing it" just isn't as catchy as "Google it", and don't even try "binged it" compared to "googled it". 
2. It's such a tease.  When you say "click here" to find out who this celebrity is with the botched cosmetic surgery, tell me who it is - don't make me hunt for the answer.  That's just rude.
3. You know, if you really want me to like you - DON'T ANNOY ME!

Happy Easter

Easter is God's promise that He's got your back.  No matter what. 



"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
-- John 3:16 NIV

$26.28

You may know that I have this thing about cars. 

1. I liked it better when we had full service gas stations where they were so happy to see you they'd give you a gift just for dropping by to let them fill up your gas tank, check your tires, check your oil, and wash your windows.
2. I don't particularly like cars because I don't understand them. 
3. I have a phobia about getting my car serviced. 

The service people I deal with regularly now are mostly nice.  From the humorless man at the dealership to the quiet young men who check my tires at Goodyear's, they treat me with at least apparent respect.  But in the past, when I was younger, there were too many that were rude and condescending and not nice.

So this week, one of my tires was low.  Now, I always think it looks low.   It's one of those things I have about my car.   I always think the left, front tire looks low.  I could check it with a gauge because I've got a couple and I know how to do it.  But not well.  I'm very likely to let more air out than a low tire can spare. 

I thought I'd need a new tire and would probably end up buying 4 new tires because tires were on sale last month, not this month. I stewed and fretted about it almost a whole week and found excuses not to drive anywhere though the tire wasn't that low.

Anyway, I finally put on my big girl hat and went to Goodyear's where they let me fill out the crossword puzzle in the daily paper while they fixed my tire for $26.28.

Now, don't I feel silly?

Update April 21, 2012: It looks low again.  Now, don't I feel really silly?

Saddle Up!

For some reason, I have become enamored (more like obsessed) with old time Western TV shows.  I just sit around and watch them on YouTube or on DVDs all day long except when I'm at the office. 

I don't know why.  As I've said before, life back then was too tough for me so it's not like I wax nostalgic for days of yore.  I haven't liked riding horses since I outgrew Shetland ponies.  I abhor violence which is rife in most westerns. (One cowboy star once said westerns weren't violent.  He only killed two or three men a show.)  It really annoys me when women are expected to defer to a man's orders.  I'm glad they stopped smoking like chimneys on TV shows. 

But still I love 'em.  The wide open spaces, the cowboys, the horses, the bar room brawls, the women who stand behind their men, the bad guy hitting the dirt while the good guy rides away with his left arm in a sling.

So what it is?  What keeps me coming back day after day?

Maybe I'm just looking for a hero that knows right from wrong and isn't afraid to show it.
Maybe I just want to know what it's like when somebody has your back.
Maybe I just want a reason to dance.