Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Buying Money

I have never understood buying money by coin or currency collectors. I take money at face value. There is no way I pay $5.00 for a penny. And it sounds stupid buying money. It's an oxymoron. I don't understand buying painted money or collector sets. $20.00 for a penny nickel dime and quarter. It doesn't add up.
But what really gets me is the government issuing state quarters and presidential dollars. And people are collecting them. It is a smart move by the government. Millions of people are collecting them. Not spending them. All these quarters and dollars add up. And I am sure it benefits the government in some way. If nothing more then manipulating numbers.
Now if any ones interested I have some pennies I will sell you for a dollar each.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Would you like more gravy on the spare tire?

Happy turkey day to all you Thanksgiving lovers. I am not one of you. Of all the holidays I have always hated this one. Until a few years ago I didn't really like turkey that much. So the holiday has always been a yucky one for me. For years while i was married we only celebrated it once. I cooked our first thanksgiving & needless to say the effort I put into it was not appreciated. So it was not worth my time to do it again.
But even before I was married I hated it. It was so chauvinistic. The women cooked all day and washed dishes all night. While the men watched TV and scratched themselves in undesirable places. They never lifted a finger, except to call for more beer. And the TV they watched was football. I never remember if that's the game where you dribble or not. It just never seemed fair to me.
And the food never appealed to me. Like I said I didn't like turkey. Then you have stuffing the thought of putting that in my mouth makes me gag. Wet soggy bread with additions like oysters, sausage, corn bread, fruits, vegetables and sage. UGH!! Gravy I could take it or leave it (and I usually left it). Mashed potatoes and mashed sweet potatoes. And a can of some vegie. See nothing to get excited about.
So to me it was a holiday for women to feel overworked, underpaid, and not appreciated. Like any other day. At least in my family. The last few years I have spent with my mean mudder. Since the kid married the boy they go to his family house. We cook a little dinner nothing fancy.
This year was suppose to be a treat. We were ordering from a place that shall remain nameless (Boston Market). Just heat and eat. What could be better than that. Try needles in you eyes. It was a disaster from the moment of pickup.
First of all they could not find the order, twenty minutes later they find my order. It's not ready cause they are heating it. We ordered it chilled. Now I repeated several times what we ordered and I even handed them a list of our order. You don't have to be Fellini to know we did not get what we ordered. Now I could of lived with all of that but then there was the gravy.
Oh yes the gravy. That's what sent me over the edge. Now I realize that an Albert Einstein probably doesn't working there, but you would think that they would know how to use saran wrap and put a lid on a container. Apparently they missed that day in training. I had put the food in my trunk for the ride home. Now i have a brand new car 6 months old, 2500 miles, and knock on wood no scratches. But I now have a brand new car with a trunk full of gravy. Some asshole did not pack the gravy right. Now it just didn't stay in the trunk. There a little hole by the latch to reach the spare tire. The gravy went to that hole like a moth to a flame and soaked the spare tire. I spent an hour in the pouring rain cleaning my trunk. I also had the gravy on my pants and purse which the cats cleaned for me.
So this thanksgiving I opened a can of vegies and left the gravy.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Dumb Names For Rugrats

Why on earth do people insist on giving kids dumb names? Names like Moon Unit, Trixie Crimefighter, Ever, Pilot,Apple and Rumor. Or give them names that are spelled so oddly that you don't know how to pronounce them. And my biggest pet peeve a name that usually belongs to the opposite sex of the child. That's me, I have a boys name. And i have hated it all my life! As if childhood isn't hard enough, parents give them these names. I have spent my life with the joys of having a boys name. My credit card often gets me in trouble. Usually I just have to show my drivers license but once they called security on me first for a stolen credit card. Or in the ob-gyn office and they call my name , everyone looks to see the guy going to ob-gyn. They probably think I am a transsexual. So this delightful gift keeps on giving long after childhood. Now I have a lot of good friends and a godchild or two and no one has ever given my name to a child of either sex. Yet everyone says how cute my name is. Even my own kid and the boy refuses to even consider using my name if and when they have a rugrat. Hell she wouldn't even give her cat my name!
If you going to give a kid these kind of names, I have some suggestions for you like Kick My Ass, Beat Me Up, I Am A Homosexual or Take My Lunch Money. Because this is what will happen to the poor kid. So I plead on the behalf of people gifted with a dumb name, PARENTS DON'T GO IT! I have to go now and open my "mister" mail.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Shopping the old way

Now I must admit I do like to Christmas shop early and if budget allows before turkey day. And I do a lot of shopping online. But today i decided to shop the old way. I got out and braved the 40 mph winds to shop. I should of stayed in bed or even better done it online. The depressing thing about today is this is what happened last week when I went shopping the old way (less the winds). It was a bust! What has happened to stores. I wanted to boost wall street today, prove to them that consumers live and spend. But to do this stores need to get on the stick. Maybe by providing (gasp) customer service or making a coupon or an in store sale that you can understand. Like today had a coupon for a store that will remain nameless (The Avenue) the coupon said 40% off anything including items on sale. So I find a blouse for my mean mudder & I walk over to the cash register. There stands a 16 yr old boy who rings it up and says you can't use the coupon on this. Why I ask. Because he says it a red star sale item which is different from a sale item. Now I am getting ready to argue with him but then I remembered the last time I argued logic with a 16 yr old. I must admit I surrendered and paid. He was not worth the 5 to 10 yr stretch for kicking his ass.
Now for the second store. I enter hopeful and coupon less so no arguing. I have every one's wish list in my hand. I spend 1 hour in the store and exit empty handed. They had nothing but I did find a few things on my own wish list and couldn't buy them. Damn! Now I know that to some people leaving a store after an hour empty handed is not unusual. But for me it is. See I learned how to shop from my mean mudder. She's taught how to invade, conquer, and pull out (maybe she should talk to Bush). I like to call this style of shopping commando shopping. I commando shop when I shop alone. I kinda felt like the USA in Iraq I went looking for weapons of mass destruction and found nothing. So now I feel defeated.
I guess I will probably shop the new way online and in my underwear.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Last night I fell in love with some Jersey Boys!

Yes it's true I fell in love last night. I even had a wonderful dream about my Jersey Boys. Jersey Boys aka Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons. A wonderful musical playing at the Shubert, It has been quite a while since a new musical got my heart racing. This show has everything a good musical should have and it has it all in abundance. Great story line that made sense and easy to follow, wonderful dancing, great staging, and the very best music and singers. There's even a little audience participation at the end to get up and dance. And I did so did the Kid and the Boy. The group songs are well known but until Jersey Boys you didn't know much about them. This musical introduces to you to them and each member has a say in how things went. It's not a one sided look. And I would see this show again and again. I suggest you do the same.

Monday, November 5, 2007

My pain in the ass!!

Let me tell you about the pain in my ass. Now if you think I am speaking of someone or something. You are wrong. I live with chronic pain and a vast majority is in my ass. Living with chronic pain is difficult and it is even harder to explain. Physically for me it's like sitting on a sharp yet dull knife all the time. My back feels like it was beaten with a crowbar. Then if that wasn't enough because of my disability there are assorted daily aches and pains. Muscles spasms, stiffness, and the dreaded pain fog. You learn to cope with the physical but not the pain fog. A pain fog is even harder to explain then the chronic pain. Your brain is foggy information moves slower than a snail. Your hearing isn't being processed. You are in a fog the pain is so overwhelming that overrides the senses and the brain. And in the pain fog you know you are there and things are going on around you. Yet you can't grasp them. It's just the worst. Talking with other chronic pain livers ( we are livers with chronic pain) mention pain fog and everyone knows exactly what you are talking about. And is hated by one and all. And if you are reading I hope and pray you never know chronic pain and pain fog. So take care and be nice.