Cured

One of the miracles of 21st century technology is that a certain group of people are no longer vulnerable to the common cold, or flu viruses, or the ever-popular "allergies". These people, my friends, are the "cigarette smokers". Yes, never again will they fall victim to one of these annoying illnesses. No, they will be coughing and sneezing "because they smoke", instead, and they will be told so, repeatedly by their friends and co-workers - the same ones, incidentally, who are recently recovered from colds, flus, viruses, etc. and who have spent the last week and a half spraying their diseased coughs and sneezes all over the office.

But the smoker is safe from all these germs and instead starts having a "smoker's cough", which, strangely enough, goes away after a week or two , same as everyone else's did , who had colds. (and these people did a lot of whining and complaining, by the way).

No fear - everyone else will be cured in the near future too - when "global warming" will cause all illnesses including cold viruses, and the common cold will be eradicated. But a cigarette smoker will be safe from "global warming" too, and will still have symptoms caused only by smoking.

There you have it.

Cured.

There Are None So Blind

Bob is truly oblivious to everything going on around him. If he was alone here he would be surrounded with chewed up socks, dead animals and leaking pipes.

that being said I will say no more.

Cabbages and Kings

So what's that from? Do you know?

We had dinner last night at Liz's where she practically furnished the baby's whole first year for Julie, what with her couponing and Extra Bucks (I think I know the secret, now).

Julie got very emotional over having low air in her tire - I'm not kidding - flat out sobbing. For anyone who knows Julie, you know what I mean. Being hormonal and all, with the pregnancy I guess. Boob knows, from dealing with her finals in nursing school. Men have very little skill dealing with hormonal women but Boob had the best approach. Bob on the other hand says stuff like, "we need to get her some help!" then he gets the look from ALL the women. Men don't know what the look means, but what it means, is, "Go To Your Room". Now. While you can still walk and are pretty healthy. I got pretty hormonal when I was pre-menopausal, too. A lot of sobbing on the way to and from work, in the car. Why, we don't know. Neither do I. It would be better if you got the urge to laugh, instead. But people would still think you're crazy so whatever.

anyhoo Jeff took the car to the very close gas station and put air in the tire so all is well for now. Looks like it will be a scheduled c-section but we still don't have the exact date. Due date is Nov.10, and Boob's getting married the 11th! That's how we do; everything all at once. Good AND bad. It all happens at once so that you don't have time to think about it, I guess.

thatswhytheresnospaceinhereIdontgetonewhyshouldyou

We are at a pre baby dinner at Liz's for Julie

Fear Them

... the evil squirrels...

I really had to laugh.


kthxbai

Sleep

Hey, I woke up this morning a whole hour after I was supposed to be at work. Haven't done that in .... 10 years? course having 3 alarm clocks going off at different times helps. But not today! I didn't get fired though (again). Bah.
Yesterday morning I blew a circuit with the hair dryer which of course took out my whole bedroom and the clocks were blinking. So I reset them last night but then I woke up at 2 am and was wide awake until 4:30 (alarms go off at 5:30) should have stayed up then, but I nodded off and I'm pretty sure I didn't hear the alarms. Well, obviously I did not.

And you want to know all this, why?

Anyway, tonight I'm afraid to go to sleep at all. Too similar to going to bed and never waking up at all. Could happen. I hope that's how it goes at the end, anyway. But with my luck... I'll wake up at the mortuary in the middle of the autopsy. aarrgh

We have a lot of oak trees at work and today for about an hour the birds went nuts; dive bombing the trees and swooping and caterwauling and the acorns were hitting the roofs (metal roofs) and ground and everything at all like bullets. I have never seen this happen before. It was absolutely done to knock down acorns, are they in cahoots with the squirrels?? Or do they want acorns, too? But the strangest thing was that at 12:30 they all stopped. at once. Someone explain this to me; I'm living in a science fiction movie.

Is this a sign of a bad winter? Nah.. sign of a mild winter I'm sure. I'm going to ignore winter this year and pretend it's not happening; that's the only way I'll get through it. But I'll probably be wondering why there's all this snow on the ground... during my non-winter.

Epiphany

It's clear to me now, that most of this whole danged family lives in some kind of alternate universe with things happening to the left and to the right and at great speed, that seldom happen to people in the other universe. (Bob - hospital - 2004, prime example)

It's like being on some kind of roller coaster to chaos; you make a plan, usually about some small thing and immediately chaos swings into action until finally the plan you had made is the least of your worries and also, forgotten about, because of straightening up everything that happened since or because you thought it up.

Now let's see: what was I trying to do?

I might remember someday.

Now, for some reason totally unrelated, I'm reminded of the Year Of The Turkey Basters. That year in the months leading up to Thanksgiving I needed one as a tool in some project. Knew I had one; couldn't find it. So the next time I was at the store I bought one, well Thanksgiving was coming up, too, so it would come in handy even though I don't do much turkey basting. at all. My new baster got put in a drawer somewhere until I got around to the project. Needless to say it could not be found when it was needed - so I then bought another one. You may not know this but they are relatively cheap. guess what? lost it. Meanwhile I kept accusing Bob of taking all the turkey basters to change the oil in the car or something. So HE bought one when he was at the store. Finally, the week before Thanksgiving I went on the Great Baster Hunt and was successful. There were six of them in the house and one in the trunk of my car.


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Ducks

Things I'm thankful for...

Ryan has birthday cake, whole heartedly:
One of three rose bushes lived:

... but I'm being pecked to death by ducks. The ducks at work and the ducks at home - I'm being pecked to death and this duck method is a slow painful process.

I saw a review of a new book about finding things every day to be thankful for, and how it improves your outlook and depression level, etc., etc., the only thing is I can't remember the name of the book, or the author, either, so the chances I will ever read it are pretty slim. But it sounded like a good idea. So there's a couple things I'm thankful for; up top there. Still not feeling much better but I guess it will come.

When I got home today the passenger door on my car wouldn't shut. Great. Back door won't open; front door won't close. This is the so-called car's way of trying to even things out. If I get my car trapped in a body of water I will have to weigh all the options and it might get confusing, as far as getting out, that is. And there's probably a rule against driving with a door hanging open, too, although they don't care much about the ones that won't open, I guess. Go figure. seems backward. anyway if you see a car with its door hanging open, it's me. Honk the horn. I won't honk back because the horn's not working, either. And I'll probably think you're being a traffic jerk, too, so maybe you shouldn't honk. whatever.

Look at these

awesome pics, from the Hubble site

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