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.