Category Archives: Misc
No, I’m not trading in my van already.
I keep getting calls from the dealership, “Trade in your van for a new model today!”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It is completely paid for and hasn’t even got a thousand miles on it yet.” Yeah, yeah. I know, I’ve had it two years, but I honestly don’t get out much. LOL!
I love my van, I will probably be driving this van for the rest of my life. They don’t get it. 😀
I need a computer geek
My browser is screwed up. Therefore this is going to be short.
Between that nonsense and the damned ice and snow, I am not a happy camper.
Another few reasons why I need a keeper.
I forgot my morning pills again. Finally remembered them two hours later. I’m doing this a lot lately. If not a keeper, I need an alarm to remind me.
I also completely forgot about the load of wash I had sitting in the kitchen at the top of the basement steps. Midnight and that load of wash just went into the washer.
I’d pulled some stuff from the freezer to thaw for dinner and then not once but twice went digging through the freezer for something for dinner. Yeah, I need a keeper.
Spam day
Why hello there, yes this is my page. I do not control the technical aspects though, so please don’t tell me what is wrong with it.
I speak and read English, if you are typing a response in any other language, please have it translated to English before you post it to my comments if you really want me to read it. Also, if it makes no sense that doesn’t count as English.
Oh, and you bots, run away and leave me alone. Daily I remove you from my spam queue.
Yes people, I spent quite a while sifting through a ton of spam yesterday. If you ended up in my spam queue, you went bye-bye after I tried to make sense of the first dozen or so comments. I then hit ‘delete all’.
Already?
That came around fast! I can’t believe I have to go get my driver’s license renewed already. At least they send it to you early enough to plan on having the hair cut before getting the picture done.
Seems like I just had it done. Last time the picture was worse than the time before I looked like a rotting hairball. I hope this time it’s better because I’ll be stuck with it until 2018.
Does anyone ever like their driver’s license picture? Do you like yours?
You all have a good one.
Old memories.
I remember the time my Dad broke his leg. An enthusiastic airman had waxed the heck out of the chapel floor and Dad happened to unknowingly stride on the glass like surface. From the telling of it, it seems that Dad went for quite a sail.
Laid up in bed for a time, he was a great source of amusement for his daughters. We’d never had him home all day every day. Heck, there were times he’d be gone for weeks, traveling off to some exotic place from where he’d bring us each a doll. (I’ll never see them again.)
We got to read to him for a change. I’m sure he was very happy when his leg healed and he could escape back into the real word.
I’ll buy stuff but…
I have serious doubts as to me ever doing another online auction as a donator of items, at least not in the winter months.
We had more delays in getting the stuff in the mail than I care to admit. The weather being a major portion of the hold ups. Blizzard, icy roads, and the temperature dipping below freezing.
The last delay was the cold knocking my van’s battery out of commission and leaving me stranded. Finally got the car going and managed to get the packages in the mail.
You all have a good one!
A little fish tale
When I managed the pet store I had a regular customer who we kept supplied with goldfish of a certain color and size, one at a time. No matter how well we instructed her on the care and feeding of goldfish, her son managed to kill about one a week.
After the third week, she explained it to me.
You see her son had Down’s syndrome and took great enjoyment in feeding his little pet. Yes, he fed the fish several times a day and no matter how often she changed the water, eventually the poor over-fed fish would die. She would sneak the tiny corpse out and replace it with a live fish while he was at school.
When she would come in for a new fish, I would sort through a huge tank of goldfish to find one the right shade of orange. We would joke about what number Finter this one was.
Would you have the heart to tell the sweet boy that he killed his fish? My weekly hunt for a new Finter was easy much easier than her job would be if he ever caught on.
You all have a good one and stay warm!
Yeah, he won’t be driving my car anytime soon.
“How the bleeeeep do you start your car?” First thing I heard yesterday before my coffee.
“Easily.” I poured a cup full of coffee, stuck it in the microwave to heat it, and smiled at him.
“No, seriously. How do you start your car? I was going to warm it up and clean it off but I couldn’t start it.”
“You push the button.”
“I did, it wouldn’t start.”
“What?” Now I was worried. I grabbed my key fob. “See this button? You push it twice to start it from here.” I pushed the button, the car started. I sighed with relief. “Did you do that?”
“No, I was sitting in the passenger seat and pushed the button on the dash, and it wouldn’t start.”
“Um, that’s a safety feature. If you aren’t in the driver’s seat with your foot on the brake, pushing the button will do nothing.”
I love my van!
You all have a good one!
Too many books?
It has always been my belief that no one can ever have too many books. However, my Kindle, at times, begs to differ.
Once I hit 500 books, my Kindle started to behave a bit off kilter at times. Therefore, I think my Kindle may think I have too many books.
I plan to get another, newer, better, back-lit Kindle. I’ll keep my cook books and research books on this one and use my new one for my ‘reading’ books.
Works for me.
You all have a good one!
How to murder a murder of crows.
For some odd reason this didn’t publish last night.
Any ideas would be welcome. We have a murder of crows, they live in the cemetery and they hang in our yard. They are going to be the death of our dogs.
They’ve been leaving ‘gifts’ in the yard. The damned garbage pickers keep dropping bones of every sort into the yard. Gavin is quick to grab them and has never in his life dropped anything out of his mouth when we’ve told him to drop it.
So far he’s 2 to our 5 but each one he succeeds in getting could mean a zipper surgery for him. It seems that no matter how careful we are on checking the yard he manages to find them.
How does one murder a murder of crows?
Many crows in a dark tree at New Orleans Square in Disneyland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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