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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
iphone
I finally broke down and got one. Yay! It's so much fun. I've been getting directions, e-mailing from the beach, and listing to music. The one thing that I don't like is that it doesn't reroute you when you make a wrong turn and I have to transfer my numbers from the old phone by hand BOO.
As I said earlier I went to the beach today with Maddy. She read while I transferred numbers to the new phone. It was a great day at the beach. As soon as it started to get too hot a nice breeze came in and cooled us down. I could not go in the water as I still have a burn on my left arm from work. Actually I did stick my feet in, it was great.
One more thing. My book klub book this time is "Book Thief". It takes place in WWII Germany and death is one of the characters. I think it will be an upper... just what I need in my life more war.
As I said earlier I went to the beach today with Maddy. She read while I transferred numbers to the new phone. It was a great day at the beach. As soon as it started to get too hot a nice breeze came in and cooled us down. I could not go in the water as I still have a burn on my left arm from work. Actually I did stick my feet in, it was great.
One more thing. My book klub book this time is "Book Thief". It takes place in WWII Germany and death is one of the characters. I think it will be an upper... just what I need in my life more war.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
what 'Cha Been Up To?
I've been a bad Blogger. I really should post more.
Last week we went to Yosemite with a bunch of friends, on the annual Tim and Nicole "Fun In The Wild River Weekend." We stayed at the Yosemite Bug which usually has great food and friendly workers with a laid back hostel feel. Well this year the friendly workers were a little too laid back. They could not be troubled to have hot coffee in ready in the morning. The food went from yummy and expensive to just expensive. We did not let it get us down. We just ate in the park which has a full bar and yummy Bloody Marys. I did not get to go in the river as I had managed to give my self a nice burn on my arm while at work the previous week. Everyone else did and seemed to enjoy floating in the river.
On the Cute Puppy front Tally-wa bit a dog the other day at dogie daycare. Fortunately it was not too bad, but a bite is a bite and now she has been suspended from Wagville pending another evaluation. I hope she gets back in and behaves herself. When she doesn't get enough exercise she wakes up at the slightest noise and starts barking. Not fun when you are dead asleep.
iphone, still might get one.
Last week we went to Yosemite with a bunch of friends, on the annual Tim and Nicole "Fun In The Wild River Weekend." We stayed at the Yosemite Bug which usually has great food and friendly workers with a laid back hostel feel. Well this year the friendly workers were a little too laid back. They could not be troubled to have hot coffee in ready in the morning. The food went from yummy and expensive to just expensive. We did not let it get us down. We just ate in the park which has a full bar and yummy Bloody Marys. I did not get to go in the river as I had managed to give my self a nice burn on my arm while at work the previous week. Everyone else did and seemed to enjoy floating in the river.
On the Cute Puppy front Tally-wa bit a dog the other day at dogie daycare. Fortunately it was not too bad, but a bite is a bite and now she has been suspended from Wagville pending another evaluation. I hope she gets back in and behaves herself. When she doesn't get enough exercise she wakes up at the slightest noise and starts barking. Not fun when you are dead asleep.
iphone, still might get one.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Gas Crush
I know we have all been felling the gas crush. I thought I had found a way around it.
DRIVE SLOWER.
Any one who has driven with me knows that I drive RIDICULOUSLY fast. My theory was go faster than the police about 90 or 95 and they will catch the people going 80 and it worked (okay I was caught once, he turned around through a dirt median, they don't do that in L.A.).
So I'm now trying to drive 65-70. The problem is that I'm concentrating so hard on the speedometer that I'm missing my exits and having to turn around, which is wasting all the gas I am trying to save.
I'm not done yet. I just have to keep at it and hopefully not get hit by those that are going past me at 80.
DRIVE SLOWER.
Any one who has driven with me knows that I drive RIDICULOUSLY fast. My theory was go faster than the police about 90 or 95 and they will catch the people going 80 and it worked (okay I was caught once, he turned around through a dirt median, they don't do that in L.A.).
So I'm now trying to drive 65-70. The problem is that I'm concentrating so hard on the speedometer that I'm missing my exits and having to turn around, which is wasting all the gas I am trying to save.
I'm not done yet. I just have to keep at it and hopefully not get hit by those that are going past me at 80.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Funeral III
I have been to three funerals this year, two were burials one was cremated. All of the dead had died of cancer all had become friends of Poopoo while her mother was being killed by cancer.
The first was Poopoos mom who was cremated. It was a nice funeral on a very cold New Years Day. There was a nice speech given by the deceased brother and a slide show showing her life.
The second was a brother of Poopoos co-worker. This was my first open casket funeral, when we got up to the the casket I was surprised, "Oh, a dead body. There is something you don't see every day." Why do people do this the deceased never look like they did in life. Their cheeks are sunken in the makeup is pasty. The services were in Persian, it was interesting to not understand anything that was said. At the burial the process becomes very mechanized, trucks pull up, guys jump out, cover the casket, lower it into the hole, flowers are thrown in and it's over.
The third was a closed casket. Again in Persian, later I heard it was a horrible accent and didn't have much to do with the life on the deceased. At the burial the mechanization was kicked up a notch. They had a noisy crane rather than a winch lower the body into the hole. The mourners tried to place flowers in as the keepers used a back hoe to fill in the dirt, it was quite noisy. Then comes the coup de gras they use the back hoe with a pneumatic hammer to tamp down the dirt. I literally almost cried. It was like they were crushing the deceased. Yes the family was there the whole time.
To all concerned I'd like to be cremated.
The first was Poopoos mom who was cremated. It was a nice funeral on a very cold New Years Day. There was a nice speech given by the deceased brother and a slide show showing her life.
The second was a brother of Poopoos co-worker. This was my first open casket funeral, when we got up to the the casket I was surprised, "Oh, a dead body. There is something you don't see every day." Why do people do this the deceased never look like they did in life. Their cheeks are sunken in the makeup is pasty. The services were in Persian, it was interesting to not understand anything that was said. At the burial the process becomes very mechanized, trucks pull up, guys jump out, cover the casket, lower it into the hole, flowers are thrown in and it's over.
The third was a closed casket. Again in Persian, later I heard it was a horrible accent and didn't have much to do with the life on the deceased. At the burial the mechanization was kicked up a notch. They had a noisy crane rather than a winch lower the body into the hole. The mourners tried to place flowers in as the keepers used a back hoe to fill in the dirt, it was quite noisy. Then comes the coup de gras they use the back hoe with a pneumatic hammer to tamp down the dirt. I literally almost cried. It was like they were crushing the deceased. Yes the family was there the whole time.
To all concerned I'd like to be cremated.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
In Which European City Do You Belong.
You Belong in Paris |
You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe. |
Friday, June 06, 2008
An Unexpected Turn of Events
Today started like so many others. Maddy kisses me on her way out as I was still sleeping. When I awoke I listened to NPR, piddled around the house, ate breakfast, played with the dog. I was suppose to be packing for our trip to Oregon, doing laundry and cleaning the house. I had lots of time it was only noon.
The phone rings its Poopoo she wants my help to support her at a funeral at 2pm. (Yes this is the same Poopoo whose mom died of cancer on Christmas morning and whose uncle could not take it and died five days later on New Years day, the same day as Poopoos moms funeral.) So I said I'd be delighted to go and support you at the funeral of your co-workers brother. It was wierd seeing a dead body there in the middle of the church. It was my first time at a funeral with an open casket. What a strange custom.
I call my wife and let her know what is going on. Poopoo and I leave her car at the cimetery and go and get something to eat. We get back and there is someone trying to break into her car to get at an empty purse she has left on the seat. I pull my car right infront of their escape vehicle as the guy is running to get inside. He backs up and takes off. You have got to be some kind of serious asshole to try to steal from a car at a cimetary. Fortunately the car was locked and he did not get in.
The phone rings its Poopoo she wants my help to support her at a funeral at 2pm. (Yes this is the same Poopoo whose mom died of cancer on Christmas morning and whose uncle could not take it and died five days later on New Years day, the same day as Poopoos moms funeral.) So I said I'd be delighted to go and support you at the funeral of your co-workers brother. It was wierd seeing a dead body there in the middle of the church. It was my first time at a funeral with an open casket. What a strange custom.
I call my wife and let her know what is going on. Poopoo and I leave her car at the cimetery and go and get something to eat. We get back and there is someone trying to break into her car to get at an empty purse she has left on the seat. I pull my car right infront of their escape vehicle as the guy is running to get inside. He backs up and takes off. You have got to be some kind of serious asshole to try to steal from a car at a cimetary. Fortunately the car was locked and he did not get in.
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