I know you have been wondering when or if I would get another dog after Mason died. It only took a few weeks. Meet Clancy our newest member. Can I just tell you that in the past we have been very lucky in picking a very laid back dog/puppy. Let me be the first to assure you that this time we might have gotten our comeupance! This little guy is a pistol and I will be enrolling him in obedience school as soon as I can catch him!
Sometimes it is just a past time or to see if anyone will listen....but mostly I do it to annoy the husband.....especially if it is about something I know he knows something about.
Truly, I am ok with that.
I have plantar fasciitis..it comes and goes. He knows something about this....all those years of education I guess!!! Usually, it is not so bad. ...but I have been wearing some very pretty shoes that aggravate it so after church yesterday we went shoe shopping together(what ??? you thought that crack of lightning was all about the weather??? think again!!) We went to a place that specializes in 1) Very expensive shoes 2) VERY UGLY SHOES 3) Very comfortable shoes 4) Fits orthotics Just where you want to go and buy shoes-if you are a retired nun with gnarly feet and need those lovely orthopeadic shoes
Actually, they are pretty comfortable....considering he dissed over 40 pairs of shoes I am happy I am not wearing the nun shoes..although I have been told "you don't follow directions well" Duh ---really??? and this is new news????
so, I was quite happy just complaining...
.....but I will let you know if it helps with my plantar fasciitis
Here are the 2 girls who are not related. (This was taken after Thanksgiving dinner.) (The "Not my sister "award ) Aren't they adorable? They really could be sisters but will have to settle for being cousininlaws! Not a bad deal.
So, the new dog did not last after he decided that my husband would be a good lunch/dog chew. Back to where he started.....happiest dog I ever saw when he saw his original owner(who has him BACK on the lab adoption page.. go figure).....still looking for a new dog but guess a puppy will have to be considered.......
some people have NO CLUE as to how to train and raise a safe and happy dog.....
LISTEN UP PEOPLE.....dogs ARE NOT and I repeat NOT -anthropomorphic(capable of having people feelings).......They are dogs that deal better when they know the pack rules....not people rules......
I don't care if you think your dog has people feelings..... go read a few books about dogs......The Monks of New Skete, The Kohler method of dog training, DOG OBEDIENCE...... and then we will have a conversation.
Sheesh....you'd think I was trying to balance the national budget talking to some people who see NO NEED to take their dog to obedience school.....and then the new baby comes along and a painful lesson is learned and doggy has to go away cause doggy is trying to establish a pack rule.....NOT people rules.
ok...go enjoy your turkey day while I go and let go of dog owners who do not live up to my standards.
Yogs....something I have thought about for awhile. I have sisterinlaws that teach it, do it, love it. A Daughter that thinks it is a great way to stay flexible.....for someone that is old and out of shape..she likes it for the strength training. And friends that swear by it.
Okay, the downward dog, plank, cobra....all seems like greek to me still. I am in this class with young women who have taken yoga before so I am like a project for the teacher. She says something and I just look at her.....In reality I am trying to decide if I really want to try that pose or just pretend that I did. My neck is not liking yoga all that much. So I am careful about the positions I put my neck in. They just think I am being old and can't do it.....while that is sorta true....Really I am just considering whether it is worth it or not to try.
I will say, that the first time I walked into class and there were no overhead lights on and mood music playing...I was a bit taken aback..I have gotten used to it now with the lights on in the corner. I have even gotten used to the teacher talking about finding my center and breathing and all of that...but I guess the bottom line is this....
Type A personality not withstanding....I have a heck of a time relaxing and doing the peaceful thing.... Just not my personality. I will continue to try it for a while yet. The daughter is sure it will grow on me...
Let's just say......I don't think so.... but I am willing to give it another shot... but I don't think yoga is my friend.....but I can totally see why yoga/pilates would be a neurosurgeons friend!!
I am blessed with wonderful nieces and nephews. I know most of them pretty well but I know the ones my kids age the best. I have had some very memorable moments with some of them.
To name a few:
DC- Gave me a book mark he made in grade school because he knew I read alot and thought I could use one and I was/am? his favorite aunt...... It is a beautiful pink flower between 2 pieces of contact paper. I still have it in my nightstand all these years later and everytime I see it, I smile.
D- who, in the middle of his parents divorce, wrapped his arms around me and told me he was glad he had an aunt who loved him as much as I did (that made me cry--we were at Michigania for the first time without his dad)
E-who had vacationed with me while recovering from surgery on her knee and was always VERY gracious when everyone took us for mother and daughter...but the most special was being invited to go with her and her mom to find a wedding gown for her.......how fun and fabulous and special.
T- my dad used to bring him and his brothers up to me while he(my dad) would do boy scout camping with one of my sons and his middle brother. This left him here with the younger cousins being the big helper and he HATED my cooking but ate it anyway....knowing that papaw would stop at McDonalds for him as soon as they were on their way home. He and E would also get together and play their violins for me.....Lovely. But the most special is when I played the piano for his wedding and I could see the faces of the bride and groom and when they pronounced them husband and wife, he looked at his bride and told her how much he loved her....I cried and was unable to play the recessional well because of my tears.
M-Has had to put up with looking the most like my oldest son and all the times they were together growing up, being mistaken for mine and having to listen to his aunt rant at him until I realized he really wasn't the kid I needed to be yelling at-not that mine needed that much yelling...... He would just smile and shake his head and go on and hope I wasn't cooking healthy for dinner.
J-My bowling buddy-not!!...but give me a few minutes alone with him to convince him I am really NOT that competitive (I did mention I was on the bowling honor roll at my bowling alley, didn't I )
---and we will then roll a few. He has taken the high road on this due to the advice of his dad......but I remember him with my dad going to the caves(mamouth cave in Kentucky) and him grasping my hand really hard and assuring me he really wasn't afraid to go in....really....
So I am lucky to have had these moments with all of them. Mostly they all agree that if there is information to be gotten, I am the one to do it. Of the 2 that are married.....and the one that is engaged.....I know they had a lot to say about me before I met any of them...
something about me being a bit intimidating...or was that BLUNT??
the "Aunt 20 questions" took me back a bit. ...but I have managed to live with that.
(I guess they really don't realize that if they love 'em, I love 'em; if they hate 'em, I hate 'em.)
Go figure.....I just thought I was being friendly....
So much so that I bowl in 2 leagues in the winter and thru the summer.
My bowling team consists of me , Alice,who has a Masters in computer programing engineering, and my greek friend Joy. (I think they are tied to the Greek mafia but I am only guessing). We are 3 girls that couldn't be more different if we tried. Alice is quiet, bright, articulate, not married, no kids(in other words.....she is sane), Joy is greek and firey and funny and a grandma and a dutiful daughter and wife and we love her, and then there is me.....I need not elaborate...but I will tell you that the 3 men we bowled against in our summer league had 10 300 rings between them and they changed my name on the bowling board from my name to "Miss ADD". They were pretty fun to bowl with ....especially since we bowled our brains out and beat the heck out of them...they with their 300 rings!!!!!!(and , NO , that is not being competitive, that is just having FUN). So, we needed a new bowler in our winter mixed league as we are now a 4 person league and not a 3 person league. We could find no one willing to bowl with us(ok....let's be fair....I should say...to bowl with ME!!) Finally, it occured to me to ask around work if anyone would like to bowl with me and my 2 friends. Believe it or not, Kurt, a young Spanish teacher.....very quiet, very bright, and wanting to improve his bowling, agreed to come and bowl with us. So Kurt is added to the team. We made him our anchor bowler(that was usually my spot but we felt he could pull it off..ie, "Kurt, we need a strike so get one"..would work for him). But coming up with a name for our team was/is difficult. We were the Ball Busters....doesn't seem fair for Kurt. We were Jamingo(all our (the girls)first and last initials for a name in the summer and KP wouldn't fit in with that) We opted for 3 girls and a guy but later.....others(at work) suggested the names of Our Boy Toy or Kurt's Angels. I personally like the Our Boy Toy but Kurt is young enough to be 2 of our sons and one of us, a grandson, so we think we are settling on Kurt's Angels..... unless someone else has a better suggestion. I mean, really, it is all in the name don't you think? Our first night of bowling was a lot of fun except for the fact that my average was 174 for the evening...Boy does that hurt....cause there is NO WAY I can maintane that average all season. The other teams will really LOVE bowling with us when I bowl my usual 148-152. They kept telling me to roll it in the gutter, but I am not a sandbagger....I will take those 6 strikes in row and hope for the best. So there.Put that in your pipe and smoke it and hope your team bowls mine next week!!!
Oh and any name suggestions will be taken under consideration.
Our daughter loved it so much, she has actually worked there for the past 2 summers. (This summer she was the director of Nature.)
Part of the experince of Michigania for the little ones, is earning awards that you receive on Friday before you leave on Saturday. Let me assure you that this is a BIG deal for the under 10 crowd. If your kid doesn't receive one, the ride home on Saturday is TORTURE. My kids over the years have received the most interesting/boring/funny awards.
I never knew how much effort it cost the counselors(ie the daughter) to come up with these awards and try and make sure that the little ones all get something from at least one area.
Adults even get awards for funny things. One year, there was a group of campers that sunk a sail boat-a pretty BIG sailboat- and their award was something like.... "The campers least likely to be invited back to the sailing area" award. So you get my drift on these awards.
This summer, we were at camp with my nepwhew and his fiance. His fiance looks more like a family member than the nephew since she is very tall. When we went looking at colleges, she went with the daughter and I and every where we went, they all thought I had twins entering college....Poor fiance had already graduated from COLLEGE and was not amused that they thought she was a high schooler...but she took it with good grace. So we are at camp and most of the campers realize that the daughter is the director of Nature and then they see the fiance walking around camp and ask her many questions about the Nature program and what time the Nature activites happen. After the first few times, she started giving them bogus times as is was just easier than saying "umm..... I'm not the director of Nature." This happened all week, every day. Friday comes, and the daughter is up giving out all her little awards and finally got to the last one. (some of her awards are "the best rock polishier" "the best leaf print T-shirt maker" "the best cricket catcher(to feed the snakes with)" "the best bunny holder/ petter/ etc" "the most consistent trail hiker" and so on and so forth.
she started with "I have never given this award before and I probably won't have to ever again.... I am an only daughter, I have 2 brothers, no sisters, you can ask my mom -she is right over there. "The NOT my sister award" goes to M********, my almost cousin, fiance to my cousin, D*****."
Lots of clapping as she goes to get her award and -no joke here- 4 people turned to me while they were side by side and said "she's joking right? They really are sisters aren't they?"
I was sitting on the couch(really reclining and taking a snooze at 11:00 pm) when my middle son came in from the classes he takes at the local college and sat down in the chair across from me. This is important to note as most of my kids never voluntarily sit anywhere near me for fear of the dreaded 20 questions game happening (like "what's new?" "How was work?" you know...those really HARD questions to answer). So I asked "what's up?" "Well, tomorrow we are having a barbeque at work." "That's nice." "Umm.. I need to bring something." "Like what?" "I don't know.....food." "Dessert? Hot Dogs? Salad? It IS 11:00 at night...I don't have a lot of stuff in the house." "I don't know ...something." "Brownies? for how many?" "ummm. .... maybe 15? I need a meat too." "Oko......I have brats in the freezer, buns...you can take those." "ok...how about brownies?" "ok...I will see if I have a mix."
Ok, remember it is 11:00 at NIGHT. Without even thinking about it, I took this on as my own issue. Said child goes off to his room as he has to work the next day and do some homework. I, of course, want to make this easy for him(I am always pleased when the word homework comes out of his mouth...especially if he is doing it!) so I trudge off to the kitchen to see what I have in the way of a brownie mix. (I am thinking 30 minutes, I am out of there and then I can go to bed as well. ) Needless to say, I had no brownie mix or cake mix or much of anything as the daughter had cleaned me out on her way to her house at school/college......Shopping at the parents is soooo much easier than going to the actual grocery store don't you think?
I realize that I needed to make the brownies from scratch...no prob...piece of cake...except, I don't have the right ingredients....After much worrying and improvising, I finally get the brownies from scratch done..used my last 2 eggs, went and put it in the pan, set the timer, went to snooze back on the couch and I was pretty ok. Well, somehow I managed to not realize that I needed to put the mixture into a square pan and in my daze, I put it in a rectangular pan. Suffice it to say, that I made the best homemade brownies that were, and I kid you not, paper thin and pretty CRISP... not burned I might add.....CRISP. Let me assure you that they looked pretty awful. "enough of this." I said and off to bed I went. "so he takes the brats only and the buns, not a dessert. It will be ok. "
So, being ithe enabler that I am, I worried about him not having a dessert all night so I got up at 5 in the morning trying to figure out what dessert I could make without any eggs.
Just so you know, 1 cake mix mixed with 10 oz of your favorite soft drink works pretty darn good for a back up. the only cavet I have to tell you, is the soft drink needs to match the batter....in other words.....chocolate cake-use coke or Dr. Pepper or any dark color for white cake-use sprite or 7-up(for those of you that are on Weight Watchers if you use diet pop, 1 slice(2 inch square) is worth 2 points.) After much searching, I get the cake mix done and I am waiting for it to be done so I can leave for MY work... rushing is never good because I ended up hurrying the cooling process and just as I put it on the plate, I leave half of it in the pan.....no worries.....I just dug it out, turned it upside down, sprinkled powdered sugar on it and called it a day. (This was just for a bunch of young men who will eat ANYTHING) So the boy had a dessert and brats and buns to take....he was happy, I was EXHAUSTED and muttering what the He** was I thinking...he could've stopped at the grocery store and PICKED UP something for dessert. One of these days I will not be so obsessive or compulsive....maybe soon I hope!
I saw the boy later that night after he was home from his class(again at 11:00 pm) and asked him how it went at the barbeque. "ok." he said. "Was there enough food?" "umm...sorta." "sorta???" "well, I forgot to get the brats out of the fridge so we were a little short on meat."
Happy Birthday Tina! ....I can't quite figure out what the heck is going on since my birthday is in Janurary and, obviously, we are in summer clothes....I do remember many birthdays like this one....and I DO know when your birthday really is, I just couldn't find this picture. Hope your day was great!
Recently, the daughter and I were out and about.....dropping off her car for a minor repair, running other errands, etc. It was just cool enough for a light weight jacket so I brought my brand new Liz Clairborne got on sale for a fabulous price reversable jacket....perfect for the day coat which happens to be pink on one side and paisley pink and tan on the other. As I get out of the car where she is dropping me off.....her comment-- "you know....you look like a flamingo in that coat don't you?" "A Flamingo???" "yeah...it's a pretty pink coat mom" "but a good price, the right weight .." "but very PINK" "A Flamingo?" "mmn yea...maybe you should wear the black coat...Um you're kinda embarrassing me" "ME an EMBARASSAMENT? surely you jest" "umm ....no"
The fashion police are alive and well and apparently living with me....although I always assumed they were watching out for the husband and not me.
Happy Mothers Day! YOU LOOK AWESOME! --- I can only hope I look as good at the same time of life! There are no words to describe all that you have given me and taught me over the years. You have been an inspiration to me......... I wish I had taken better notes, though. I had no idea the final exam lasts a lifetime! Have a great day!
I was invited down to Chinatown yesterday to have lunch with my little SeaKyung(my foreign exchange daughter who lived with me for 2 years on and off while she was in high school...hmmm I should blog that story) and her Chinese boyfriend who is from Beijing. They thought it would be nice to have a real authentic meal like Gregory eats and Eric just RAVED about the food in Beijing when he came back from a visit with Greg...so I said, " OK".
All food was orderd by Bean( the boyfriend) All food looked interesting... All food was good....
We had soup that tasted like grits.....very good . I would eat it again rice cooked in leaves...good shrimp wrapped in rice wrapper....ok beef wrapped in rice wrapper....better....I think it was the wrap part that was not so good...too wet/sticky babecued pork in a roll......VERY good would have every day potatoe puffs....very very good and something that looked like chicken wings.
Keep in mind that they had NO forks....just chopsticks.... I try to pick up the wings with my chopsticks. get it halfway at my plate and it falls in to my tea.... finally....after a half a dozen times I get it to my mouth and start to chew.....
Just so you know.
Chicken FEET do not taste like Chicken...... not now.. not yesterday... not EVER!!!!
I guess you can take the girl out of West Virginia but even the West Virginian doesn't do FEET *ugh*
Now I consider this a stupid discussion in the first place. I feel that there are borders for a reason and you live in Canada you are CANADIAN you live in Mexico you are MEXICAN you live in America you are AMERICAN..do you see where I am going with this? If you want to migrate to America....follow the proper protocol
but I digress..
But to be told that my ancestors were illegal is the height of stupidity.....
1) how do you know that if I don't know who and when and where MY ancestors arrived...I am guessing that there were not laws that were in force then cause I am thinking my ancestors arrived a very LONG time ago...and were LEGAL immigrants
(also, imagine their surprise when I told them...umm, sorry, but I do have Native American Indian in my blood. and go take your freaking Percent rule and put it where the sun don't shine...) so let's see....NATIVE AMERICAN or um, I'm sorry what did you say you were...Italian? Polish? EUROPEAN?????
2) you only care because your grandfather arrived illegaly and now everyone else born here is legal and you don't want grandaddy sent back to Russia... or Afghanistan or wherever the heck you came from Mind your own damn business....spend the money to become legal.....learn the freaking American language and keep the Spanish America the beautiful in Mexico if you can't freaking sing it in English.
Enough said. I think my position is clear and I HATE talking politics.
Don't make me do it again.....this is America..... if you don't want to come legally....go back to where you freaking came from.
Ok, I admit.....I couldn't resist......Bowling I mean.... 16 of the Scholastic Bowl came to bowl for our end of the year party. One of the young men(there are only 2 girls on the team. go figure) who has been my JV captian and is now one of the varsity captains, has taken up bowling and wants me to coach a bowling team for our school. Now, believe it or not, I am NOT that competitive (although I do think people would disagree with that statement) but this appeals to me on a few levels. 1) I am a pretty good bowler 2) I think I could be a pretty good coach ( I am fond of saying ..."just cause I know how to pick up the spares, doesn't mean I can) 3) I don't care if they win or lose as long as they have fun...or so I say now..
but anyway, a lot of work to start a team of anything at a high school and I am not sure I am up to the challenge but more on that later......
Bowling today with 16 little dumplings.... the chant Beat Mrs. O Beat Mrs. O brought out the worst/Best of me.
I rolled 5 games..... 181 132 165 206 200
Ok so the 132 sucked but no one came close to it...
Man, I loved beating all these boys who thought they could beat me.
Maybe I am more competitive than I thought.... but here is the bad part
I can hardly lift my arm. Obviously I am not meant to bowl more than 3 at a time.
It doesn't pay to try to be a 16 year old again
I might have the experience to bowl well but they have the youth.
They are probably out doing something fun now and I am going to put the heating pad on my bicep.
I have coached Scholastic Bowl for the past 4 years. Admittedly, not my long suit since I am not a trivia or a math person, however; it turns out I have the good sense to pick the kids that are. My JV team came in first within our league this year. Quite a proud moment for someone who never dreamed that this was something I could coach. (Really, I am just waiting for that big ole trophy to come so I can display it with pride and , yes, I do mean to gloat just a bit!)
One of things that my kids learn from me is strategy on how to play the game. They have the brains and I have the experience to actually teach them how to improve their game. I have to admit that the kids on my team don't quite know how to take me. What with the accent that shows up from time to time and my "Let me be blunt" personality, I think they sometimes don't remember that it is an HONOR to be on my team!!!
They actually believe that since I was born in West Viriginia that I have a gun and a gun rack on my truck and know how to use it. So much for the stereo typical WestViriginian......at least they know I wear shoes.
My kids have the advantage of having someone like me ( and most of you know what that means) to coach them and the positive thing about it is that no other coach in the league intimidates them. I don't think the same can be said for the other schools about me. Trust me when I tell you that my kids love to see me take on a coach that think they know the rules or how to read the questions or don't like how something is done and I know how it is done.
(I did mention that this was not my long suit but I DO know ALL the rules just in case I need to look smart. NO ONE tells my kids they are wrong because...they're not(at least about the rules). just stating the facts. It is the only thing I could be sure about....because really...do you know all the capitals of the African provinces off the top of your head and without looking? Or which general led which battle during some obscure war? I think not. So I went with knowing the rules....being the rule follower I am.)
For those of you that know me, you know I married an Irishman. Not only was it the happiest day of my life but it gave me an ethnicity that I did not have before and that has been a great thing.
When I first moved to Detriot all those years ago, one of the best parts, beside the husband, was learning all about the ethnic people who lived there. They had festivals every weekend downtown and we would go and try the food and have an absolutley fabulous time.
Where I grew up you were either black or white and believe me when I tell you that you wanted to be white.....so here I am in Detroit where not only do you have your black and white but you have your ethnic....Italian, Irish, Polish, Indian(not American), Jewish, etc. Loved it loved it loved it......until.....EVERYONE kept asking about my ethnicity(telling them I was West Virginian didn't seem to appease them) I would be badgered and badgered with
Them: "Who are your people? Me: "my mom and dad???" Them : "NONONO..where are you from?" ME: West Virginia? Them:" NONONO. What is your background?" Me: "American?" Them:" NONONO. What are you?" Me: "A girl?" Them:" What is your background?" ME:"Well, I went to college at...." Them: "NO!!!! What is your ethnic background? What part of Europe did you hail from? What are your traditions? What is your food?' Me: "Heinz 57, Don't know, don't care cause we've been here for a coon's age, most protestant religious traditions and beans and cornbread. And by the way, you people are crazy!!!!
I pesonally thought they were going to slap me. So --What are you or what's your background--is a question I have hated forever.--at least once I moved North.....back in West Virigina, they still don't care and that is a good thing in my mind.
But the good news is, once I married the Irishman, I took his last name and from that day forward I have been .........
...IBM.....Irish By Marriage....
It has been a beautiful thing......shuts people right up when they query the question.
But having been IBM for close to 30 years, how do you manage to NOT remember to wear green on St. Patrick's Day?
This is somthing that goes back to my student days in Detroit. We used to call it happy hour and we would change our venue from week to week but ultimately would end up at The Ramp Room ( so named because is was on the ramp to the Lodge freeway). Many happy hours spent there and other places (remember that the drinking age used to be 18. When I was 21 it changed to 21 so I never drank illegaly( I don't think my kids can say the same!)
Anyway, where I work now, I go out to the bar on Fridays with some of the teachers that work with me. Not so many go because of other committments(sp?) but I wait every week for one of the teachers to send the invite out(in case others would like to come....we like to invite all!!)
Now the guy that sends the invite is a very talented, creative person and everyone waits to see what the invitation will be on Friday. I am including 2 of my favorites.
To: EveryOne> Subject: a view into my mind>>
A LITTLE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE (believe it or not as an example of my thought patterns this isn't too far off ). Hmm, what to write about this week, I already did the wheel of fortune thing, already did my surreal joke...... wow I'm choking here I can't think of anything remotely clever or interesting to write.....maybe a dirty limerick, nah I should keep it rated "G".... I can't remember the last "G" movie I saw, it had to be a cartoon.... I like cartoons.... I remember old Tom and Jerry cartoons, what was the name of that depressed dog on that show, Drippy? No Droopy that's it. I wonder if they have Tom and Jerry DVDs on Ebay, maybe I should check that out, I would be willing to pay at least $13 for one....Why is 13 an unlucky number, why not seven? Is it because it's prime, no because so is seven.. Seven was a great movie, one of Pitts last good movies, why is America so obsessed at who he's dating, I think it's ridiculous the amount of attention that celebrities get for dating other celebrities, J Lo and Ben who really cares, neither of them can act Ben peaked in the movie Chasing Amy.... hey--I just wasted half a page and I have no Idea what to type for the Sports Page, oh well I'm not even going this Friday, so this will have to suffice.....Have a great weekend!! MG
In case anyone is following the news here.... JAIL BREAK...6 inmates at this states' largest county jail ESCAPED LAST WEEK Guess where this was??????? yep you guessed it....where my hinny was bussed last week.....RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!!! Throw the damn key away already.
I was recently called to report for jury duty. Not asked but told. In our county, it is the one day system...you go (to one of MANY courthouses) if they don't call your number you're done for 1 year or you go, get on a jury(time unknown) you're done for 1 year and then it starts over.
Now, I am all about doing my part to keep America going. I vote, I recycle, I keep up with the politics in my community, I floss, I do my civic duty but there are a few courthouses that I never get called to report to.
Like the one that is 10 minutes away from me... No, I have been called 2 times downtown and 4 times down to the WORST part of town beside the county jail....and we live in a BIGGGGGG county. The first time I drove there (yes sports fans there is NO public transportation to this lovely edifice) I was stunned. Not what I would call a "destination place". And I have had my hinny in a seat EVERYTIME I have been down to this place. I have never been picked and once was escorted out the back door because the judge didn't want me to "influence" the other potential jurors with my opinion(you have read the title to my blog, right?) but never been picked. So, when I got the notice for jury duty--for downtown--I was thrilled--that it wasn't next to the county jail. I did debate about whether I could go that day....for all of about 3 secs.....they really frown on you not showing up for jury duty...and I knew I could take public transportation, at lunch go to the BIG department store next door and have lunch, shop and generally have a day off from work that was not so bad. Forget about getting picked....that didn't really cross my mind.
So, I truck off with my bag of books and took the train down and started my day.
Checked in at the court house, got my panel number and prepared to read and do my stuff until it was time to go home. Panel numbers were called in random order....quite a few...I was not worried.. and at 12:05 they called my panel number and my first thought...yeah lunchtime I can go!
Yea right .....down the elevator to the first floor and they loaded 48 of us onto the white county sheriff's bus(with the bars) and took us to the court house by the county jail because...and HERE is a surprise......they didn't have enough people show up to pick a jury.
We value our lives, this is NOT a jury of my peers and the day it is you know I am on crack and what planet are you from that people actualy want to drive to the ghetto/ war zone to do their civic duty???? PRoblem solved,,,,,,,,ask' em to come to the nice, clean well located court house downtown and transport their hinny's to the ghetto. .... and then listen the judge tell you what an honor it is to serve on a jury blah blah blah blah. got it in one.....no prob.....I will do my civic duty just could I please go to the court house 10 minutes away?? I mean really, those people that live down by the county jail want to come out to the 'burbs almost as much as I want to go by them. Can't we work something else out for this one day and you've served stuff?? So out of 48 potential jurors, 44 of us were questioned(not me which is a SURPRISE), 14 were chosen and they loaded us back on the county sheriff's bus(with the bars) and took us back down to the NICE courthouse.
My only hope was that no one I knew had a camera and snapped my picture as I got on and off the prisoner bus. THAT would have been the highlight....no I am wrong....the highlight would have been to go back to the ghetto the next day and sit on the jury of the African American kid who had stolen a car(and crashed it) was arrested by police(because he was still IN the car) and sit on the jury to decide if he was gulity or not(the reading between the lines here is that the kids butt was in the seat because THIS is what they could catch him on.)
'Yep that would have been the highlight of that day...translation.....waste of time, mine yours theirs anybodys' Throw his ass in jail and be done with it.
There, my civic duty is discharged for another year.
HUSBAND: What is the address? ( as we are driving downtown) ME: 3145 N HUSBAND: are you sure? ME: yep I wrote it down--- see?(and I pull out the paper and show him) HUSBAND: ummm dear...that says 3748 N..so I am now going the wrong way ME: oh...I could've sworn it said 3145...good thing I wrote it down HUSBAND: SIGH
There is a phenomenon I've noticed in the restroom. I know that teenage girls are a breed unto themselves and there are many things I don't understand about the behaviors they do, but having been a teenage girl a LONG time ago, some of their behavior is so strange it borders on the BIZARRE! (to me) I have been in the stall and heard girls (different ones at different times) discuss everything from their love life -and yes they have a VERY active love life according to the conversations , STDS-who has them who doesn't, BJ's -who gives them, who doesn't, who is good at them, who is not ( my husband says he would love to go back to high school if they are playing spin the boy instead of the bottle and said boy gets a BJ! instead of a kiss), drugs-who does, who doesn't and who SHOULD!!, and the list is endless. So --the phenomenon I am ALWAYS amazed about is when they then enter the stall to take care of the business that brought them there in the first place, they are unable to do so until someone hits the hand dryer and it kicks on and hides the noise of teeteeing in the potty.!!!! Not only does that surprise and stun me, but that they don't care who is in the stall while these conversations are happening is also shocking! Many of the things I have heard, even had I done it when I was young, I would have NEVER repeated it to anyone, much less the entire bathroom audience. (To be fair, maybe there were girls in the high school I went to that did that kind of stuff.....but I never knew about it or was so out of the loop that even if they talked about it I wouldn't know what it was they were talking about! For instance, the girl that changed into gym clothes next to me for my entire senior year, was pregnant and when her water broke I thought she had wet her pants......but I don't think she knew she was pregnant either!!!!) I will be honest and tell you that I have sat in the stall far longer than I needed to so I didn't have to see who these little dumplings were/are that are sharing so much with the public at large. How could I possibly keep a straight face?
The husband and I have been married almost 30 years. We have owned a dog our entire married life. We currently are the owners of Tessie, a 10 year old chocolate lab, and Mason, a 6 year old yellow lab/german shepard mix we inherited from our goddaughter. In all these years of dog ownership, husband has been "top dog" at our house and has been truly a good dog owner. He cleans up after them if mistakes are made(I didn't say he LIKED it but he will do it) and so do I. Even the kids have cleaned up accidents. So, when I came home and found a note that Mason had had an accident in the living room. , thought not much of it and went and saw that it looked clean and went on about my business. When husband came back he casually mentioned that I might want to check the living room because he had used dishwasher detergent to clean the accident. Me"WHAT??? Why on earth would you use that? We have never used that. What about all the other products we have?" Husband "Well, I thought it wouldn't make so many suds." Suds???from Natures miracle? Is he crazy?????? Me " So how did that work out for you?" Husband, "Ok except I think it had some bleach in it since my hands are smelling of bleach." Me,"SIGH." I'll be able to tell when it dries whether we will be getting a new carpet or not. Bleach........in dishwasher detergent....who would've thought. One more thing you learn the hard way!
To those of you that know me, you know I am a bowler. I know, I know....if someone would have said I would not only own my own shoes but own MY OWN BAll 5 years ago I would have laughed them off the face of the earth!!! But there you have it, I am a bowler and I LOVE bowling.. Sometimes I am really good and sometimes I am really not. Mostly I do it because it is fun-but I have also gone from bowling 98 to an average of 162--which makes it more fun let me tell you. I have yet to bowl a 600 (599 is the closest I've gotten and close only counts in horsehoes and hand grenades) but I love trying. I have even gotten the husband to join a couples league every other Sunday night. While I look forward to every other Sunday in anticipation of throwing that perfect game.....husband is spending as much time dreading it. I think it is because it is the only game,sport, activity that I am actually better than he is. (He has a 130 average...mostly because he doesn't care as much as I do.) The truth of the matter is , the more you bowl the better you get. I used to bowl in 3 leagues and he only bowled in one so that proves MY theory (I now only bowl in 2....I had to fit work into my days!!!) I bowl to have fun not to win money and it's a good thing since I am not THAT good.. I have a huge problem with the bowlers who are oh so serious and need their individual space don't get me wrong....I am a rule follower from way back. I KNOW the rules and I follow them -I also expect YOU to follow them but we can have a lot of fun doing it.So, while I am bowling and having fun, I really hate to be told that I am being too loud. Now I ask you.....HOW CAN YOU BE TOO LOUD IN A BOWLING ALLEY???........have you BEEN in a bowling alley?????? it is not the library(where I do work during the day so yes I DO know how to be quiet.....it is my job to make sure EVERYONE is quiet where I work(and if you know me , you KNOW how hard that is for me.....) I can assure you, being told to quiet down in the bowling alley is not how you want to meet me. It's not a tournament, we're not bowling for millions, there are no Cameras rolling, we're not at the opera or the symphony ( and quiet is a requiremnt at those places) so shut your trap and throw your darn ball and don't make me come over there and give you a lesson in bowling etiquette .. And, yes I bowled well tonight......200, 170, 163 SIGH......still not a 600 and I don't care HOW loud I was. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
So I have spent the better part of an afternoon trying to figure out 1) how to add links to my sidebar(futile effort....had to get the 22 year old to do this with his eyes rolling into the back of his head) and 2) how to add pictures to a blog(not as futile but said 22 year old has left for the less annoying environment of his mother to downtown Chicago....after a 7" snow storm(......makes me soooooo happy) and I have been somewhat successful with the pictures...but not really....
We had a heck of snow fall here yesterday.....very beautiful but a pain to snow blow or shovel--and you can just forget about driving in it. 7" in 5 hours....what fun ! and the city we live in does not see the need to start the plows until AFTER the snow stops. If I did not have a 4 wheel drive I would still be sitting in the front of the subdivision waiting for the plow!!!
On the other hand, the dogs (Mason and Tessie) love the snow.....They have been out making snow dogs!! The snow is higher than they are but they don't seem to mind. Tessie's 10 year old hips will complain tomorrow! But that is what it is like to get old now isn't it??
Ok....so we weren't real quick about getting our lawn furniture in from the summer time....but it makes it easier to see how much snow was falling yesterday! The dogs(Mason and Tessie) being that they are labs .....love the snow but this is a bit much for Tessie and her 10 year old hips!!! Pretty to look at and a B----to snow shovel. Heart attack snow was the name of the game.....even the snow blower was over worked.
Ok.....so I've finally named my blog...."Let me blunt" will not surprise those that know me and you don't have to know me well to know that I am a pretty blunt person...
I am the substitute coordinator for the high school I work at. Teachers call in sick and I get a sub for them. Now, I LOVE this job. It is right up my alley so to speak... how could you not love a job where you get to tell people what to do? I work really hard at keeping my subs happy because I want my subs to sub for me when I need them...
Having said that....when I took this job over from the person who used to do it, there was a lot I didn't know. It didn't seem that hard for the teachers to call the cell phone I have for JUST THAT PURPOSE!!! There are magnets with the phone number on it and the number should be in the teachers possesion somewhere. When a teacher is home and needs to call in sick, I assume the cell phone number is on the fridge....no problem ,.... call ME. A problem occurs when teachers are running late for school and their room/students need to be covered and they don't have the cell phone number with them(because they can't bring the fridge with them with the magnet now can they?).
After a few mornings of a few different teachers calling in late and NOT CALLING THE SUB CELL PHONE which I have on me at all times...I sent an email that, perhaps on reflection , might have been a bit blunt( of course it wouldn't have anything to do with the statement"...and now--- LET ME BLUNT ---or anything in the email I sent everyone would it?????) Short and sweet..... I typed the number and told them to print it out and put it in their wallet, purse, glove compartment...anywhere so it would be available when they needed it. Really, it shouldn't have been that hard to figure that out. I mean , these people have been to COLLEGE!!!
Need I say that I have no trouble with the teachers calling in now?
We had a real tree this year for christmas. This is not an unusual thing but I was pushing for the fake kind since it isn't as messy. After much discussion with my husband of 30 years(real or fake) I capitulated and went and got the real tree....mostly because we were having 14 for Christmas dinner and maybe it would smell nice.....not that the turkey or the pies or anything I was cooking would overpower the pine in the tree or anything......
So, after bowling on the Tues before Christmas.....I went and got a real tree from a lot not too far away from the bowling alley.. It was negative 3 and I was not that happy that I was out doing this alone so I pulled up, parked the suburban, got out and went and asked the gentleman and the better word here would have been redneck....was he still selling trees....As there was a virtual FOREST of christmas trees surrounding me.. no surprise when he said yes. Since it was dark, cold, late and I really didn't care, I said I wanted a frasier fir at least my size(and for those of you who don't know me, I am almost 6 ft tall), put it in that surburban, how much do I owe you and thank you very much. (Well, it WAS negative 3 and you wouldn't hang around checking out all the frasier firs on the lot either!) Got home, left it in the suburban, got up the next morning and put it in the garage and left to go and finish christmas shopping. About 7 that night I get a phone call from my 22 year old son who wanted to know when we had gotten a christmas tree and why no one had told him that we had one. Now, the unusual part of that sentence is that my 22 year old CALLED ME WITHOUT BEING ASKED so I was little surprised. When I asked why did he want to know, his answer was and I quote "because someone left it in the garage and I ran over it when I pulled in" . Long story short......he had to run back over the tree to get the tree...which had fallen down and was out of his line of vision..out and when we went to put it up later that night...imagine how thrilled my husband was to have to cut 2 feet off of a 6 ft, $60 frasier fir.
Just so you know, the hole wasn't really visible unless you sat next to it on the couch and really, don't all trees look beautiful once you get the ornaments and lights on??? The tree in the auto accident was almost the highlight of christmas but the real highlight was when I turned on the oven, on Christmas morning, to cook a 21 lb turkey for the 14 people coming for dinner and my oven broke RIGHT THAT MINUTE.....but that can be a whole nuther blog don't you think?