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Huey P. Newton has nothing on us!

Buster      

  Bob

 
 
Free At Last!

Lust

I'm sick (click here)! (select US)

Hope Springs Eternal

Which is why mail-order makes money.  A friend recently bought yet another exercise DVD, this one came with a ball.  Her pre-teen son wonders why she had to buy a "ball on the Internet."  When you say it that way, sure, she seems silly.  Target has tons of balls; but this mail-order ball is special.  It melts fat!

Who in their right mind would pass up a ball that melts the scourge of our existence?  Not my friend!

I'm waiting for a blue dress from Wisconsin.  It is a magical dress.  The color blue is heavenly.  The cut is classic.  While it's being cared for by UPS, this dress is the most amazing, incredible, wonderful garment ever made.  It is full of possibilities, just like the range bag that Pkin purchased but was last used as a camera tote in HI.  

The printed word and the color image, whether on the pages of the Sear's catalogs of our youth or the high-def Internet page, is still full of promise.  And that is why we buy mail-order.

PS:  Mom just got a new Dell, the dream lives on!

Am I Loving Pkin to Death?

First, get your minds out of the gutter!

Pkin loves chocolate milk.  Yes, he'll be 50 sooner than later, but he just loves it.  You should have seen him last night sucking every last drop of chocolate-y milky goodness out of the small plastic container.  It reminded me of Grampa sucking up the spilled milk from the dining room table (you had to be there!)

Diabetes runs in his family; he's overweight with an apple shape; and he doesn't do any consistent exercise.

Am I killing my husband with kindness?

I know of someone who's devoted her life to diabetes care; I think she's deathly (pun intended) afraid of developing the disease.  She seems to diet herself into a near malnourished state.  She's amazing really, to have such discipline, very few people have that level of dedication. 

Pkin and I are nowhere near this person.  We talk about being more healthy; I'm dieting and then not dieting.  I haven't exercised in days, and I buy Pkin chocolate milk.  It was a small one, that's one step in the right direction but we've talked about having Mexican dinner out today!!!  (One step froward, two back!)

Clarks Shoes

Yes, some of their styles can be called cute, but we're not talking sexy shoes.  Today is a Clarks Day!  I'm even wearing socks, my friend Lori would be so proud of me.

Naugthy Redbook

When I was growing up I remember Cosmo being the "naughty" girl magazine.  I really don't remember having an opinion of Redbook.  I knew it was out there and probably read a few issues at the beauty shop. 

Last year I signed up (I know I shouldn't have) for a free something, now I get an email about once a week with the headlines.  Generally I don't look at the email, today I did. 

It's all about sex!  What to wear!  More positions!  Less positions!  Steamiest articles!  Better married sex!

I guess they call it Red for a reason!

My Crazy Dreams Continue

Just like the Sleepin Man Talks (or the correct name), I need to build a revenue stream out of my nighttime antics.  Do you really want to pay to read about my bus trip with like 17 purses and two pairs of shoes for my Mom?

One of My Biggest Pet Peeves

Is when people "CC" the world about something that would make more sense to not even do by email in the first place but then about a million-gajillion people get involved.  It irritates me to no end.

In the spirit of "reframing":  Maybe the person doing the CC'ing wants to show someone else that the CC'er is taking the initiative and it's not about making sure there are a few other eyes on my back.  I don't have to be paranoid.

What do you think?

English Period Movies

Masterpiece Theater is showing Cranford, I'm hooked!  Take a look at Wikipedia (click here.)

Nosey Professions

Which professions do you think are the nosiest?  I imagine there are some people who have no interest in knowing the age of the person next to them on the bus, or how many children their co-worker has, or if you color your hair.  Then there are the people who somehow thrive on knowing these little secrets.

One of my big issues at work is having to tell people that I'm going to be late to work or am leaving early because I have a doctor's appointment or city council meeting, or want to feed my dog early, whatever.  I can appreciate letting my co-workers know that I am out of the office and if I expect someone to fill in for me I need to give some details but not the gory ones. 

I trust that when someone is out of the office it is for a legitimate reason, and if there is an attendance issue that the person's manager is addressing it.  I don't need to be involved.  

I'm going home sick.  And will be on voice and email,

do not hesitate to contact me.  So-and-so is my backup.

My suspicious nature leads me to believe there is something questionable if I get too many details.  I don't need to hear about exams and hacking, and doctor's opinions.  What do you think?