I often walk around the neighborhood surrounding my son's school before it's time to pick him up. I have a couple of friends who sometimes walk with me. Yesterday as I arrived, one of those friends pulled up behind me. I approached her car and jokingly asked "Were we meeting and I didn't know it?" She had a donut in hand, and I asked her if she'd like to walk with me. She looked at her donut and said it probably wasn't a good idea. It was a cream filled donut and a windy day, so I can see how that would be messy...But I probably would have saved the donut for later. I got dissed for a donut, folks. I like donuts as much as the next person...But not LITERALLY as much as the next person. Oh well. I had a nice walk by myself.
This morning on the way walking my son into school, one of the kids kicked his shoe into a large mud puddle just after I walked by (why? I don't know). The splashback, although I was a couple feet away, was enough to leave a dozen or so muddy spots on the back of my cream colored pants. I stopped home to change and pretreat them, but the stains don't seem to be going anywhere. Ironically, the pants I had initially put on this morning had a small stain, so I changed into the ones I was wearing at the time of the incident. I should have kept the stained ones on.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Three!
You all don't know how happy you made me by commenting yesterday (I'm talking to the three of you!). I got used to having maybe one comment if I'm lucky, and then maybe a couple more that say "You have good research done on this important topic. I read more can!" . More comments = more inclination to blog, so hey, I'm back for a second day in a row!
My son had three things that he hoped the Easter Bunny would bring: A book, some Crabby Patties (He doesn't watch Spongebob, but he eats the gummy treats associated with the show. Go figure) and his own bag of marshmallows. The Bunny was able to make that happen. His own bag of marshmallows. Not sure where that came from, but he was happy as a clam to get them. He also got other candy goodies, some Pokemon cards, a Mario shirt and a Pokemon stuffed animal. I got some candy, some Starbucks frappucino, and some grapefruit (on vacation, they had these single serve packs on Del Monte grapefruit in the hotel buffet and I LOVED it, but couldn't find it at the store. The Bunny found it, but has reported that it is ridiculously expensive and that I will likely not have more until another holiday or vacation. But, man is it delicious!). Hubby got candy, coffee, a new light to clip on when he runs in the dark (he lost the old one) and some earbuds. We made our own meal, then went to the inlaws' for an egg hunt. Fun. Really. The older "wild" nephews are finally simmering down and the younger group (2-10 years old) all play really nicely together.
My son had three things that he hoped the Easter Bunny would bring: A book, some Crabby Patties (He doesn't watch Spongebob, but he eats the gummy treats associated with the show. Go figure) and his own bag of marshmallows. The Bunny was able to make that happen. His own bag of marshmallows. Not sure where that came from, but he was happy as a clam to get them. He also got other candy goodies, some Pokemon cards, a Mario shirt and a Pokemon stuffed animal. I got some candy, some Starbucks frappucino, and some grapefruit (on vacation, they had these single serve packs on Del Monte grapefruit in the hotel buffet and I LOVED it, but couldn't find it at the store. The Bunny found it, but has reported that it is ridiculously expensive and that I will likely not have more until another holiday or vacation. But, man is it delicious!). Hubby got candy, coffee, a new light to clip on when he runs in the dark (he lost the old one) and some earbuds. We made our own meal, then went to the inlaws' for an egg hunt. Fun. Really. The older "wild" nephews are finally simmering down and the younger group (2-10 years old) all play really nicely together.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Always being hounded by the paparazzi
Hubby and I both had Friday off. Hubby because Good Friday is a holiday for him at work, and me because I am usually off Fridays. Our son had school, so we had a whole day to ourselves. We took one of the vehicles to the mechanic, went home and organized our sadly unorganized closets and dressers (4 boxes of clothes headed to Goodwill) and then celebrated our achievements by spending a couple hours at the casino about a half hour away.
The blackjack table was fun. Hubby and I were unable to get seats next to each other, so there was an elderly gentleman between us who felt the need to jab me in the arm at increasingly random times. It started out if I had an ace showing. While I am generally a "Don't touch me, strange person" type of gal, I gave him the benefit of the doubt because he was old, and it was kind of a "good luck" gesture. Then he started doing it randomly, like if I had a 2 showing, and it was all I could do not to glare at him. He didn't jab hubby randomly, and I kind of resent the difference. The guy also was the only person at the table smoking and he did not extinguish his cigarettes when he finished them - He set them flat in the ashtray, without grinding them out so they continued to smoke themselves.
Anyway, eventually there is a tap on my shoulder. A random dude is standing behind me and asks "Before you leave, would you mind having a picture taken with me?" What?!?!?!?!? Apparently I look alot like this guy's wife, and he wants a picture to show her. Um, no, I don't think so. He continues to talk, even though I'm basically facing the other way playing blackjack. He was playing at a table across the pit, and his friends spotted and me and were like "Dude, is that your wife?" and he is like "What, did she follow me here?" and he actually has to come over to realize I'm not her. Whatever.
So, he finally leaves, and we all get a good chuckle, and the dealer says to my husband "He's lucky you didn't intervene" and Hubby says "She can handle herself."
The guy on my other side's wife is standing behind him as he plays, and about a half hour later, she taps me on the shoulder and says "He's coming back." I appreciated the warning, and sure enough, there he is again, this time with his phone to show me a picture of someone who has the same color and length of hair, but otherwise really bears little resemblance to me. He said he wanted to show me before he missed me (as in before I managed to get the heck out of there without encountering him again?). I pointed across the table to hubby and said "Why don't you show my husband, too?" He did, then finally left.
The man on my left said "That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard. Maybe 'You look like my ex-girlfriend, but seriously, my wife?' ." I don't think he was necessarily trying to do any picking up, and maybe he thought the creepy factor went down by making it clear that he actually has a wife, but seriously - I didn't even look like the woman!
What I later discovered, is that hubby hadn't realized that the guy actually asked me to have a picture taken with him. He thought he was just telling me I looked like his wife. He said if he had known about the photo request, he might have stepped in after all.
I broke about even at the blackjack table, anyway.
The blackjack table was fun. Hubby and I were unable to get seats next to each other, so there was an elderly gentleman between us who felt the need to jab me in the arm at increasingly random times. It started out if I had an ace showing. While I am generally a "Don't touch me, strange person" type of gal, I gave him the benefit of the doubt because he was old, and it was kind of a "good luck" gesture. Then he started doing it randomly, like if I had a 2 showing, and it was all I could do not to glare at him. He didn't jab hubby randomly, and I kind of resent the difference. The guy also was the only person at the table smoking and he did not extinguish his cigarettes when he finished them - He set them flat in the ashtray, without grinding them out so they continued to smoke themselves.
Anyway, eventually there is a tap on my shoulder. A random dude is standing behind me and asks "Before you leave, would you mind having a picture taken with me?" What?!?!?!?!? Apparently I look alot like this guy's wife, and he wants a picture to show her. Um, no, I don't think so. He continues to talk, even though I'm basically facing the other way playing blackjack. He was playing at a table across the pit, and his friends spotted and me and were like "Dude, is that your wife?" and he is like "What, did she follow me here?" and he actually has to come over to realize I'm not her. Whatever.
So, he finally leaves, and we all get a good chuckle, and the dealer says to my husband "He's lucky you didn't intervene" and Hubby says "She can handle herself."
The guy on my other side's wife is standing behind him as he plays, and about a half hour later, she taps me on the shoulder and says "He's coming back." I appreciated the warning, and sure enough, there he is again, this time with his phone to show me a picture of someone who has the same color and length of hair, but otherwise really bears little resemblance to me. He said he wanted to show me before he missed me (as in before I managed to get the heck out of there without encountering him again?). I pointed across the table to hubby and said "Why don't you show my husband, too?" He did, then finally left.
The man on my left said "That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard. Maybe 'You look like my ex-girlfriend, but seriously, my wife?' ." I don't think he was necessarily trying to do any picking up, and maybe he thought the creepy factor went down by making it clear that he actually has a wife, but seriously - I didn't even look like the woman!
What I later discovered, is that hubby hadn't realized that the guy actually asked me to have a picture taken with him. He thought he was just telling me I looked like his wife. He said if he had known about the photo request, he might have stepped in after all.
I broke about even at the blackjack table, anyway.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Save One Life to Live - But don't stop buying sponsors products!
I was very disappointed to hear that ABC is canceling One Life to Live and All My Children...Well, mostly One Life to Live. I rarely watch All My Children.
I've been watching One Life to Live for 20 years, and DVR it so I don't miss it. Sometime I watch the episodes a week late, but I always see them. I think the storylines have been even better than usual recently, and find it hard to believe that ABC thinks a couple of health/lifestyle/food shows are going to have the same type of longevity and following as those two soaps.
I thought it was really cool that Hoover pulled their advertising from ABC in protest, and has even set up an email for people to send letters to ABC to that they will pass along.
What is not cool is that people are boycotting products that are made by companies who have not pulled their advertising. Keep buying your cereal and chocolate and cleaning products. Most corporations can't afford to pull their advertising based on programming cancellations. They need to save their moves for bigger fish - Moral issues, contract disagreements...Someone is always going to be unhappy about a show being canceled. Just because the soaps have a huge viewership, myself included, doesn't mean their cancellation needs to result in a boycott and making companies who happen to advertise with them lose revenue because you, as a fan, are trying to prove a point.
Contact ABC, use Hoover's email address that they set up...But keep shopping. Someday you'll get over your shows being gone. I'm not sure this is the place to take a stand. Hundreds of people will lose their jobs if the shows are canceled. If thousands of fans stop buying products, they might cause employees of those companies to lose their jobs, too. Does that make you any better than the ABC execs?
I've been watching One Life to Live for 20 years, and DVR it so I don't miss it. Sometime I watch the episodes a week late, but I always see them. I think the storylines have been even better than usual recently, and find it hard to believe that ABC thinks a couple of health/lifestyle/food shows are going to have the same type of longevity and following as those two soaps.
I thought it was really cool that Hoover pulled their advertising from ABC in protest, and has even set up an email for people to send letters to ABC to that they will pass along.
What is not cool is that people are boycotting products that are made by companies who have not pulled their advertising. Keep buying your cereal and chocolate and cleaning products. Most corporations can't afford to pull their advertising based on programming cancellations. They need to save their moves for bigger fish - Moral issues, contract disagreements...Someone is always going to be unhappy about a show being canceled. Just because the soaps have a huge viewership, myself included, doesn't mean their cancellation needs to result in a boycott and making companies who happen to advertise with them lose revenue because you, as a fan, are trying to prove a point.
Contact ABC, use Hoover's email address that they set up...But keep shopping. Someday you'll get over your shows being gone. I'm not sure this is the place to take a stand. Hundreds of people will lose their jobs if the shows are canceled. If thousands of fans stop buying products, they might cause employees of those companies to lose their jobs, too. Does that make you any better than the ABC execs?
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