An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
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Candidate Bears
A Courageous Bear At Your Service? A Bear You Can Believe In?
Pfft! For $109.95, they better have the candidate deliver them personally! With roses and chocolate!
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Ironic
Watching a rerun of Extreme Makeover in Louisiana, rebuilding a church and a home after the devastation of Katrina, while also watching the news about Gustav barreling down on that same area? Would that be ironic? Honestly, I can’t think of another word that fits. Don’t you think they could have picked a different one to run tonight? 
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Personal Whine Time
Whine #1: I’m sitting here, with my leg propped up, with a pillow under it, looking at a cane I’ve had to use the last couple of days. Dang! sigh…. Screwed up knee. Did the x-ray and MRI thing, and yep….it’s screwed up alright. Torn stuff, bone degenerating, yada yada. Old age sucks. Going to see the ortho guy a week from tomorrow (earliest I could get in to see any of ‘em), and no doubt, there is surgery in my future.
Whine #2: Our oldest cat, Hootie, isn’t doing too well. She’s spending most of her time under the bed, and isn’t eating enough to keep a mouse alive. She will drink a little water though, evidenced by her tinkling ON the bed this morning….a LOT.
After losing Psycho (8 Feb 2006), having Hootie go too, well….hard would be an understatement. She’s one of our four legged children!
Whine #3: This morning, the Mr headed to Wisconsin, to take care of some stuff up there, and to go to Volksfest in Waupun. He hasn’t missed Dorf Kappel in years, so I guess just cuz we’ve moved to Tennessee, it’s no reason to start now. I don’t do polka music. I’m a Texan! :) No, I’m not mad at him for going. This trip has been planned for quite a while, and he did volunteer to postpone it, just for lil’ ol’ me. He’ll be back around the 15th, and I’ll survive….sorta. 
What’s my beef? Well, what if something happens to Hootie while he’s gone? I can’t dig a hole. 
Not that I want to, but what if? I can hobble around the house, no problem. Well, at least not so far. I can even drive if the need arises. But Hootie is another matter all together. I need to take her to the vet, but how do ya carry a kitty in a carrier with a cane?
No, I don’t want any cheese with my whine! Got some, thanks anyway.
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I Hate Hospitals
I had to go for some tests this morning. What civilized person drags their ol’ tired bod out of bed before the sun is even up to drink nasty stuff and rush off to visit the vampires and lie still inside machines? With NO coffee! ACK!
So, I follow the docs instructions, drank one bottle of nasty stuff last night, half of another bottle this morning, make it to the appointed time with minutes to spare. Get whisked into the lab where I encounter Ms Grouch. Good grief! I wanted to ask who wizzed in her Wheaties this morning, but she had sharp, pointy objects with which she could have inflicted a great deal of pain upon my person, so I kept my mouth shut, and smiled as she dug in to remove a few gallons of blood.
Once released from Ms Grouch’s grasp, I headed toward radiology…..to wait! And wait. And wait. Luckily I had the presence of mind to take a book with me. By the way, if you haven’t read the book by Trace Adkins, I’d highly recommend it. Thankfully, it’s not a real “heavy” book, so my foggy brain could grasp some of what I was reading.
Finally, I get called into drink some more nasty stuff. Oh, yeah me. Dang! I think they had the A/C locked in at 32 degrees. It was flipping COLD in that room. So, I climb up on the too narrow platform, and get stuck with another needle. Ever had contrast? Interesting. Makes ya feel like ya just wet your pants. Luckily, I didn’t. 
After all the poking and prodding, and picture taking, I was finally ready to head home to some much needed coffee.
It’s POURING! I don’t mean just your regular ol’ serious downfall, I mean standing under Niagra Falls type pouring! Where is my umbrella? Well, in the car of course! Where else would it be? Even though I knew there was a possibility of rain, I didn’t have the smarts to actually carry it with me, just in case. But you know, if I had, it wouldn’t have rained, right? And odds are, I would have forgotten it somewhere in Hardin County Hospital.
Even though my car was only about 40 feet from the door, by the time I got the door open, and plopped myself into the driver’s seat, I was drenched. I think the only thing that wasn’t wet were my undies. Even my glasses were wet…on the inside! I cranked the car….and got hit by a blast of cold air! Well, it was fairly warm when I left the house, of course I had the A/C cranked.
Teeth chattering, I proceeded to drive home. There’s a bridge that goes over the Tennessee River outside of Savannah. The normal speed limit going over the bridge is 45, and increases to 55. I don’t think anyone was doing more than 30 the whole time. Big wind, big rain.
I’m not complaining about the rain. We needed it big time, but couldn’t it have waited till I got home? I came into the house, still drenched, and stripped. It was cold in here too!
So, I’ve got my warm fuzzy bunny slipper and a very dry robe on. Now, I’ve got to go vote. sigh… Well, at least the downpour has slowed to an occasion drop here and there. And I have bruises.
I wonder if I can get lunch and an ice cream cone out of the Mr for my pain and suffering?
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I Am NOT A Gardener
sigh…. I have come to the conclusion, even if it looks nice for a couple of weeks, I can kill a plant with little effort.
I spent a lot of time putting some pretty flowers in pots, with flower feed, and sticking ‘em on the front porch. I even watered the little suckers from time to time. I dead headed ‘em, I even talked to ‘em, but lo’ and behold, they bit the dust. Mostly, I can’t even blame the peacocks, at least not for the couple of months or so. Their numbers have been greatly diminished ( 
) and we haven’t seen the last one around in a while. We had NOTHING to do with that!
So, I took an acquaintance’s advice! I stuck silk ones in the wagon!
Hey, if they die, then I KNOW it’s a “conpsicuousy”!
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the other umpteen billion pots, but I’m pretty sure, fake stuff will be in there future. At least until next year.
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I’m Off!
Yeah yeah…. but this time, physically! I’m on my way to see if I can manage not to get lost, driving about a tenth of a mile! Heh.
I’ve learned there are no outlets whatsoever, so live blogging will be out of the question. I do have camera in hand, but have to go hunt down a note pad. I’ve got about 20 at home, but of course, I always forget leave one in my computer case. Yep, I use to be blonde! A LONG time ago….when I was about 25! 
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A New Experience
Well, today, the Mr and I went our very first wedding in Tennessee. Lemme tell ya, it was quite an adventure. A young couple from my church invited the whole church to attend, which was very nice of them. We thought we’d go, just to show support.
They didn’t hold it at our church because the bride wanted to walk down the middle aisle. We don’t have a middle aisle. She wanted to walk through the doors to head down the middle aisle. Even if we had rearranged the chairs to create a middle aisle, we don’t have a middle door. We’ve got one on either side, which goes quite well with the two aisles. They decided to hold the ceremony at the Pentecostal church. Since neither one of them are Pentecostal, I’m not sure how they swung that, but there we all were, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
A few observations:
Everyone from our church who attended where dressed like they were going to a wedding ceremony in a church. Since we are a rather small church, I knew who is and isn’t a regular attendee. Ladies were in skirts, or dresses, gentlemen were in dress pants and nice shirts.
Those who I had never seen before were wearing what looked to be work pants, blue jeans and tshirts, etc. This of course told me that they weren’t members of the church where the ceremony was being held. The lady Pentecostals around here do NOT wear pants of any sort, much less jeans. The majority have extremely long hair that they wear in rather interesting styles.
Hmmm…. well, ok, each to their own, I guess. Perhaps I’m a smidge of a snob when I say, if you are going to attend a wedding or funeral, why is it so difficult to dress appropriately?
The reception was held in the attached hall. Hint: If you want to fit a large number of people into a less than large reception hall, do not have round tables. Your average round table seats 8 people. Cramming 20+ round tables into an area that would only comfortably fit 10, 15 max, well, you have a serious sardine effect. Not to mention that many of the people who strolled in after only half of those who had been in the church were in the hall, had no where to sit. Sadly, the people who came in later where people we knew. Unfortunately, after standing at the door for a little while, they turned and left.
I thought perhaps they were just waiting outside, but alas, when we went out to chat with them, most had left, and we watched the last car pulling out of the of people we knew. Considering the temperature was about 190 degrees, I should have known better. We started to leave, but the grooms mother insisted we stay and eat, so we did.
Now, I’ve lived in the south the majority of my life, but there were some things on that buffet table I had never seen. I can’t tell you what it was cuz I have NO idea. One seemed to be a corn chip salad. It was actually kind of tasty, but unusual. Another was a fried something or other that I never could put my finger on. The Mr liked it. Me, not so much.
I was always under the impression that southern gentlemen always took their hats off in at least a church setting. Guess not.
All in all, it was a reasonably nice time. The bride was beautiful, the groom handsome, and babies were burping up whatever it is that babies burp.
Lovely ceremony, and our pastor did himself proud!
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Annoyance at Wally World
Since I had to go to town today, I figured I might as well go pick up a few things at the Wal Mart. I was there, it was there, perfect match. Well, my experience today went quite well until I got to the check out. I actually found everything I was looking for without too much trouble. Do they train snotty teenagers to be snotty cashiers? Do they teach them to drop a white tshirt on the nasty floor, and wad it up in your bag? I picked up some work shirts for the Mr, and told the little twit I didn’t want the hangers, and she said “Neither do I!” and proceeded to wad those up and shove them in a bag. Mentioning the fact that the automatic feed thingy was all wet didn’t improve her mood, nor did she bother to wipe it off with a paper towel as most cashiers would do.
I got my total, and paid. Dirty looks were free I suppose.
Now, I’m not one who will normally call a store manager to make a complaint. Everyone has a bad day once in a while, but I’m getting so fed up with snotty little kids behind the counter of anything, I just had to do it today. I wonder if the fact that I’m getting older has anything to do with it? Hmmm….
I’ve worked in retail in my prior life, and usually back then, it was the customer who had a bad attitude. Perhaps this is why I made a conscious decision to NEVER treat a person who is helping me, whether in a store, or a hospital, or a restaurant, I would NOT treat ANYONE with such disrespect.
Am I a fossil, a relic of a by gone era, when people actually treated each other with courtesy?
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It’s Official!
We are definitely in the south. The Mr and I are watching the news and there was a clip of storm damage in Hughes, AR. Well, it’s no wonder that people around the country think folks in the south are Gumps.
Now, I have all the sympathy in the world for the poor man who lost him home, and am thankful they weren’t injured, but I honestly did NOT want to see his boobies on the news! Yep, I said boobies! The man had on overalls, biballs, whatever ya wanna call ‘em, and no shirt. Boobs hangin’ out the sides.
I’m gonna have nightmares for weeks!
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Craving the Melon!
I want watermelon! I don’t know why. I just do. I love watermelon, yet haven’t had any in years. I’m not sure why that is, just haven’t bought it I guess.
While driving home from Texas, I got it into my head that I had to have watermelon. I drove right by a guy selling ‘em on the side of the road, and figured, there will be someone closer to home, so I’ll just wait. Nope. Between that point and here, not one single person on the road selling watermelons. What’s up with that? No watermelon vendor for 25 miles, even though there were vendors about every 10 miles previously? So wrong!
I’m still waiting for the watermelon fairy to show up with a ripe juicy melon. 
Hmmm…. Probably just as well some guy in a tutu hasn’t knocked on the door. I couldn’t even eat one single brat the Mr grilled yesterday. There’s just something really wrong with being sick on holidays. It’s just not right!
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