Archive for May, 2012

Blog #2

I am most of the time a pretty decent person. I truly enjoy seeing people happy and it hurts me when I see people, even strangers, unhappy. I will say however that I am one of those people whose bark is far worse than her bite. I think when pushed I have the ability with words to cut someone to shreds. It’s because I’m observant. I note what areas on people are sensitive, and then most of the time do my best to never poke at that area, because as I said I am nice. I also made a promise to myself to never every blog publicly about something that made me angry without marking it private for 24 hours.

So maybe we’ll finish that conversation in a day or so.

Revenge – I think one of things that you learn as you get older is that revenge is really not a grown up decent person thing.  So for instance take me, if you make me mad perhaps my first inclination is to reach out and grab you by the throat and since I can’t perhaps my second instinct is to take all those little things I know about you and do the exact thing that will hurt you. But I don’t. Because as I get older I realize that while I may have a flash of feeling a little happy squee inside at your pain I know in a few short days  I will regret it. No matter how petty or self absorbed someone is they still deserve to get whatever happiness they can find and it will only diminish me if take that away from them.

One of the other things that you learn as you get older is that someone being nice to you may just be politeness, not that they really like you. I am very polite.

Post #1 – (one more edit) Edit for the addition of more profanity

I have approximately three posts that I would like to do, and as soon as I have the time I will. If I remember what they are.

Here is #1


My office email got stuck in a virus loop and we’re getting hundreds of emails from some poor guy who has also sent out an email saying I’m sorry I have a virus trying to make it stop. I think he made it stop, and I totally understand. It’s so easy to get a virus (not that I ever have, knock on Norton). What is not so forgivable is some of the responses from people;


Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID






Luckily they include their business name and phone number. Should you ever be considering doing business with them please keep in mind that this is their response to a mistake that is causing them annoyance.


Let’s not leave out the people who prefer to send all comments anonymously:

Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID

You are in cyber crime net
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID

Bloody Bustard
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Omantel.
Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID

Fuck your mother
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID

You son of biytch or bitch face straight if you can do you shit if youvare born for your father let me know who you are
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!


 Edit Number 2


 A late entrant to the I AM a horrible person game:


On Behalf Of Christopher Jurkowitsch []
Subject: Re: This is my New Email ID

Stop sending me this shit or I’m going to come and murder your whole family

Sent from my iPhone


Seriously, what is the matter with people???

It’s a dogs world.

My daughter is an animal lover. She actually quit a job as a sales manager at a computer store to start over as support manager at a PetSmart so she could in some way be working with animals. She also volunteers at our local humane society. She is very active on a Dog Forum and had a gathering yesterday at a metro park and invited all of the forum members to come and bring their dogs. Too much fun for me to pass up! She let me come and pet the dogs!  I took 70 pictures in 30 minutes! I wanted to take most of the dogs home with me. 

So here are my randomly selected pictures because I couldn’t decide what to post!

This is Baskys pool and the other dogs so rudely decided to play in it! That is my son in the background. He loves dogs but he mainly went in hopes of a hamburger.


Once they were all allowed to run free my daughters boyfriend started tossing the squeaky tennis ball. Glorious madness ensued!



Luke was bashful and beautiful. Luke is the dog.


I actually remember all of the dogs names, but not the peoples!


My daughter on the far left.

Beautiful, no? But kind of a bully!



This is my Barsky, my daughters dog.




He spent a lot of time in the pool!


This is the facebook link if you want to see all of them. 🙂  

STOP!  Do NOT click on this link until you read this.


Someone in the last couple of months asked me again about the picture that I have of the parts of me that they took out during surgery. I just ran across it on google, but I do not remember who is was but this is the link for it:

Please do not click on it if you are grossed out by things like this. It really is a picture of the my innards laid out on a table.


On 2nd thought I WILL add a title!

My husband called me this morning to ask me what my mileage is at on my Tuscon. How lovely that I happened to have posted a picture of my odometer on Monday!

I really love my Tuscon. My very first car was a Mercury Capri. I can’t remember what year it was, maybe a 76? 78? It was before the squared off the top. I really liked that car except it would pretty frequently stop running and cost me money that I did not have. I also loved my Saturn Coupe, 2000 I think. Boy that thing was a big old piece of nothing. It was broken more than it ran, but it was cute. I also fell in my love with my Red Blazer. It was really really old and a horrible car but dang it was fun to drive! Now that I’m an adult I appreciate the comfort and stability of my Tuscon. Mostly I appreciate the fact that the drivers seat goes UP really high so I can see over the hood and that is has a really nice satellite radio. 🙂


Todays pictures are all brought to you by my iPod. 


This is my game screen. I play a lot of games.




Speaking of games. I have had the worst run on my Words with Friends games! All of my boards are filled with all vowels or all consonants. Or they look like this. I have another game where I possess every single ‘i”.




COME ON!  Tommy Chong is 74??? How can that be?

Tomorrows blog…

I had something I wanted to talk about. It was deep. It was insightful. It is gone. Can’t remember at all. 

Is it wrong to complain about people who complain too much?

I keep being put in situations where I am listening to people talk and my mind wanders. I dislike it when people talk AT me instead of to me. If you don’t have a conversation that requires me to respond at least every three sentences then don’t expect me to pay close attention.

It’s funny how we get use to the way things are done and how people behave. You get immune to the rudeness to the point that you are surprised by the kindness.

You know what else is funny? My usage of the word USE in the sentence above. I have never really thought the definition fit the usage.


 Do you ever feel invisible? We joke about it sometimes in stores. People who just walk front of you and it’s as if you aren’t even in the same plane as them. Sometimes though I feel invisible. I know that people are there but they never really see ME. They just see the motions I am making for my role that day.


 I picked up some Apple Banana fruit sauce from Trader Joes over the weekend and every morning that I had one I didn’t get sick that day. Coincidence or is that really the cure for everything?



Back, and stuff

Uneventful drive home from Chicago yesterday. That’s always a good thing!


I gave my son a mini-bundt cake and he gave me these;


I am eating them right now.  Very tasty.


When I was driving to work this morning I looked in my back seat and the thought flickered through my mind that just two days ago I had Nina & Mary Beth back there!


Then I looked at my mileage and realized that 1/6 of my cars miles were put on for a trip to Chicago.


My car now has memories attached to it. 🙂 I think that’s kind of cool.

Of course I also have the souvenier of a gazillion dead bugs all over the hood and side view mirrors. I did not take a picture of that.

Back to work today. Glad for email on cell phones so I kept mostly caught up. Massage today which will help knock out some of those knots you get from sleeping in an unfamiliar bead and driving.



Saturday In the Park…

Lincoln Park that is. 🙂

My sister and I woke up very early and hung out in the hotel room playing on our computers and watching the news. Eventually we meandered out front to meet Nina & then the lovely Mary Beth arrived with our car and driver. 😉 Mary Beths husband spent the entire day driving us around.


A fun little antique store. 


Nina & Erin walking to antique store number 2 and apparently yelling at me!


This is Craig who is very very tall hanging out in the bead store waiting for us. I really like the way this picture came out. Especially when you consider he was in front of a window and I was really having trouble getting used to taking pictures on my new phone.


The Big City. 


for my Husband


We stopped at a spice store. They had tester shakes of the spices which was really fun. This was my haul.


Nina at the flower store hoping to score some pot.


My sister grudgingly posing. 


Chinatown. We were on our way to dinner so we just drove through. Priorities!


Connies Restaurant. This was VERY good and VERY fun! There was a whole happy mess of laughing here.


This made me laugh. Apparently my phone can focus even with my finger in front of my lens.


We all came back to the hotel and talked for three hours. 

All in all a very lovely day!




Good Morning!

Yesterday drove to the beautiful city of Orland Park Illinois. Well, first I drove to my sisters’ house where she showed me this:


She snuck out this week and got a tattoo! It was incredibly surprising as she has always been firmly against them! It’s gorgeous and I am jealous. 

We had an uneventful drive, which is just the way I like them. 

Got a quick bit to eat when we got here and then checked into the hotel. Then immediately left to hit up Trader Joes and stock up on wine, pita chips and hummus. 🙂 The priorities in our lives.

Eventually we also finally met up with Nina &Mary Beth

We went out for a quick dinner at The Corner Bakery. I really like The Corner Bakery and we do not have any near Toledo. My husband REALLY likes The Corner Bakery so I of course took this picture and tossed it on Facebook last night.


Not sure why I didn’t take more pictures. Then we all came back to the hotel where I drank the first bottle of win (with a little bit of help) and fell asleep by 11:30 and slept really really hard! Had a bad dream and woke up with a start at 555 am. So here I am! Of course those times are Toledo times, so here it’s 455 am wake up time. The nice thing about this hotel is the dividing door between the bedroom and sitting room so I can make coffee and type on here without waking my sister. Though, I wish I had thought to leave my suitcase out in this room. I would take my morning pills and put on my workout clothes. Maybe I’ll not worry about it today. We’ll see. I’ll probably get enough exercise in our day in Chicago today. I will take pictures today!




Transplant recipient

I have another space that I occasionally write at. It’s usually only for the really really bad days but sometimes it’s just because that’s where my mouse takes me. I posted this there and that’s why it sounds like I’m talking about Xanga from a different site, because I am. 


I know an oddly large number of people who are writers, even some of them published. 🙂 I also know a very large number of people who blog as a way to be a writer. Some of them for marketing purposes some of them artistic. I blog on Xanga. I did not start blogging as a way to be a writer. I started blogging as a way to keep myself from going stark raving mad. It’s my little place to talk about almost anything. Sometimes I’m serious, sometimes I’m not. I talk about my life, my job, my family, my health. It’s almost always only about me. Most of the time I have about 60 page views of my blog, a couple of times things have happened and that number gone quite a bit higher. One recent post set a new personal best for me at 572 Views. Over the years I’ve seen a lot of people come in and start blogging and then give up. They think they’re doing it to write an online journal, but they’re not. They want instant gratification. They want to put up a blog and then have the masses read it and applaud. I even had someone point to my blog and say how can SHE get views & comments by talking about the soup she made and I have important political discourse and no one cares? That’s the problem with society, it’s all fluff!

I happen to know the secret. I know what that person has to do to engage other people, what the key ingredient was that he was missing. You have to care about people. When I read blogs here or there, I care about the people whose stories I’m reading. I genuinely want to know about their lives and how they feel about things. When I write a blog that is something other than my new shoes and weekend plans I am usually writing it to someone specific. Someone that I want to understand how I feel about something. When I read other peoples comments on my blog I don’t feel giddy and gleeful that somehow I managed to get them here, instead I am usually just touched that someone heard in my words something they could relate to. Some of us lead such solitary lives that to find out that there are other people out there who care, even if it’s only about that one small part of your life, is touching beyond words.

If you want people to care about you and what you say then you first have to find people to care about. I did this by joining groups or rings on Xanga. Then I would see a couple of people who were funny or interesting and I would subscribe to their blogs and start reading and commenting. Eventually I would find other people who commented on the same blogs and were witty or clever and made me smile, so then I would subscribe to them. I have met friends through my blog. I’ll be seeing a couple of them this weekend.* In my real life I was never a very good friend. It wasn’t because I didn’t care about the people I was friends with, it was that I couldn’t share my stories. I found it impossible to talk to people about my life. Now, it’s easy. Now I frequently have to shut myself up so I don’t sound like a blathering idiot and go on and on.
And on that note.

* YAY!! So excited for my weekend trip to meet up with old friends!

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