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ADHD HOUSEKEEPING (OR MECCA LECCA HI, MECCA HINEY HO)

May 17, 2012 Leave a comment

Can this be true? Of course it can:

  1. Mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney hoRe-pot new plants
  2. Clean mess from potting plants
  3. Dry table from potting plants
  4. Dishes
  5. Laundry
  6. Clean Oven(Actually cleaning itself after I accidentally used furniture polish on it.)
  7. Fold yesterday’s Laundry
  8. Iron (I don’t believe it, either.)
  9. Throw rubber chicken for dog
  10. Try and find camera to take picture of dog with chicken in mouth
  11. Check internet
  12. Decide to write blog entry….WAIT–BACK TO WORK, YOU SLACKER!
I have reached the end for today…tomorrows list will be to finish today’s list.

I have no middle ground. For some reason I seem to think that I can do one week’s worth of chores in one day. I am currently undergoing READING WITHDRAWAL  and must return to it for rejuvenation.

Oh, wait, there is dinner or there is cookies for dinner. The nice thing about cookies for dinner is that it leaves a free hand for reading!

THINGS HALF STARTED AND THINGS HALF DONE

July 10, 2011 Leave a comment


Today I thought I was going to go to the grocery store by myself. Ha ha! With my more giant than usual right food, it was going to require some extra special maneuvering. Ha ha! Stretching my right leg over to the passenger side of the car so that I could drive with my left foot. I don’t think there is a yoga pose that would have prepared me for that task. So, it appears that I will have to hunt down a chauffeur for tomorrow’s trip. That will give me time to hone my list into a OCD map for efficiency.

So, what will I do instead. Oh, my side of the bed is still waiting for some tender loving care. Big foot or not, this is a truly daunting task! It requires moving books that I haven’t touched in months but will want to read immediately upon storing them away. I thought my nook color was going to help with this problem. That is why I have over 200 books to read on the nook and have only brought home a limited number of books since then. Limited, my ass! Limited by only the number I can stack and blend into the others to justify my behavior as non-hoarding. Stay tune for the before and after of this exciting project.

I BROKE MY FOOT–CRAP!

July 2, 2011 Leave a comment

What a exciting week for My Right Foot I (hereafter referred to as MRF.) I started Monday off with the first day of my two in a row off. That meant get as much done on Monday as I possible could so that I could spend Tuesday being a slob, also known as lying around, reading, surfing the web, generally doing nothing, in other words. What’s that line?  “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.” Robert Burns jumped up and bit me in the ass.

First part of the day was spent shopping. Oh, joy. Best Buy, SuperOne, Target and finally, Office Max. For all of you that know me, I was ready to explode.  At Office Max smiled and asked, “Are you having a nice day?” Now I work retail, I say all the things I’m supposed to say and at that moment I turned into the worst customer I could ever have. “It’s going to be great once I get home, I am suffering from retail overload and am ready to explode from exposure to flourescent lights.” Charming, I’m sure. He stumbled through the rest of the transaction and I heard a visible sigh of relief as the doors closed behind me.

Home again, home again jiggity jig. That always runs through my mind as I pull into the driveway, pop the van open, unload the groceries and start on the in home chores. In the middle of putting the groceries away, I decided to do a load of laundry so that I would be doing two things at once. Oh, and as long as I was in the basement I could clean the catbox. Joy, oh, joy. Karma for rudeness I realized. I grabbed the trash bags and headed down the stairs. Okay, I started down the stairs at a full rush. Eager to clean that cat box? No, not really, just fast is the only speed I know.

Wait, I also know STOP. And I came to a full one when my left foot went out from under me and my right foot bent a full 180° in the WRONG direction. I tried to “cow-person up” and hobbled over to the cat box and immediately knew that changing it wasn’t an option. So, I threw in a load of laundry, limped upstairs, then looked at my foot and went, oops, maybe I should get this x-rayed. Yep, it’s broke and it sure has slowed me down. As in “immobilized” me. So, here I am, sharing the news and letting you know that I have heard that lemon bars help heal bones, oh, and white chocolate raspberry cheese cake, and I don’t want to forget the ever healing properties of chocolate.

ADDENDUM: FOR THOSE CONCERNED WITH MY SHOPPING AT TARGET: I ONLY SHOP THERE WHEN THEY HAVE WHAT IS CALLED A “LOSS LEADER.” THAT IS SOMETHING THAT THEY SELL FOR LESS THAN WHAT THEY PAID FOR IT AND USE IT TO LURE PEOPLE INTO THE STORE TO SPEND EXTRA $$$ ON IMPULSE. I ONLY PURCHASE THE LOSS LEADER, THEREBY COSTING THEM MONEY AND USE MY DEBIT CARD TO PAY SO THEY HAVE TO ALSO PAY THE FEES. I FEEL BETTER NOW!

WHERE DOES ALL THE TIME GO?

June 14, 2011 Leave a comment

“It is better to pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than to fade and wither dismally with age.” – James Joyce

Where the hell did the old 24 hours a day go. Approaching 65 (quickly) hours have been compressed into half hours or extended into four hours. Examples: At work 8 hours=32 hours. At home 16 hours=8 hours. Oh, and the need for sleep has increased which cuts further into that eight hours I thought I had to cook, read, do laundry, sleep, watch meaningless tv and carry on a meaningful conversation with the man who adores me.

This aging thing is really is beginning to suck big time. We are all told about the obvious things that happen. Dropping body parts, drying skin, aching joints and on and on and on. But there are the things they forgot to mention. Shrinking bladder means not a full night’s sleep and if I make it another ten years I may have to invent a toilet bed, oh, wait, that’s a “home” isn’t it.

And what’s with this “liver spot” thing? You can play connect the dots on the back of my hands and I’m sure they are in the places on my body where I can no longer see. (These places increase hyper-proportionately with the years.) Now, the big news about these little spots is: They also accumulate in your brain! So, that name you were trying to remember in that movie (the name escapes me) is now occupied by a “liver spot.” Oh, joy.

Did I mention that the fat proportion in your body weight increases? So, who knew? My ass, that’s who. Our nerves start to deteriorate, oh, that doesn’t matter, you can’t see that so it doesn’t count. And if you hide 99% of the rest of your body none of it matters. That is until you realize you are now a lizard and your skin sheds nightly and you spend more on moisturizer than the country is spending on wars. (Oops, got a little political there.)

The ability to concentrate diminishes. Tie that with ADD and the next thing you know, well, you don’t know, that’s the problem. Ability to read more than half an hour at a time. Gone… Ability to remember becomes replaced with, “Huh? what was I saying?” Ability to multi-task drops to ability to walk from one room to the other and know why. Sometimes.

Where I am going with all of this? I forgot. Oh, yeah, I really want to do something…I just can’t decide. Read, yeah, that was it. Now where did I put my Nook?

HOW THE WORLD REALLY WORKS

June 11, 2011 Leave a comment

I suppose that none of us should be surprised by this. Reality takes up a very small portion in the world as we see it. I am constantly having my jaw drop to the floor as I scream “WTF” only in expanded form. I use the internet as a diversion. Not necessarily as a diversion from the world, but as a way to learn more about the world.

I am constantly running across views that we never see if we read the local newspaper, watch the national news or even spend a reasonable amount of time listening to public radio. Does this make me feel any better? Hell, no. Instead I am find myself using facebook as a forum for my views on the world. I post articles, cartoons and opinions that fall into my field of thinking.

What does that mean? It means I get to read something, approve it and share it. But, where are my opinions about this. Oh, someone else is going to show them to you. Sometimes I may have an opinion worth sharing.Or, have I become so lazy that I just let others think for me? Is that my new reality? Hopefully, I will start to change that as I have made a commitment to myself to participate instead of just watch the world go by.

While the days of overt activism may be over, I can share these opinions on the WWW and get some of this internal ranting out there for you to enjoy. Bon appetit!

Here’s the link that the above graphic comes from.

You Couldn’t Pay Me Enough to do This For a Living

December 8, 2009 Leave a comment

I think computers, cars, televisions, etc. should be in my life as only on/off, perform items. Not the kind of thing that has to be hooked up, networked, installed, troubleshot(?). Therefore, my entire day today was spent doing something that other people get paid a lot of money to do and I get a tight gut over.

At least Hubby’s new laptop and fax/printer are hooked up, the other printer moved and networked and I don’t care that the NEWHP does not recognize the laptop, the laptop has no problem find it.

Now, my opinion on VISTA…what a piece of crap. Let’s see, can we come up with a new model of something that doesn’t resemble the old XP at all and only requires the purchase of a $30 instruction manual to figure out the Control Panel. Ridiculous. I think all the good techies are now working on open source software and Microsoft is stuck with the people who rank with developers who build crappy parking ramps.

Think about it.

Why Does A 63 Year Old Woman Need a Doo Rag?

December 7, 2009 Leave a comment

Here’s why.

I have the finest hair in America. Right up there with baby down. It used to be thicker, but it appears I may be fighting female hair thinning syndrome.

The biggest problem is that my hair mats. When I wake up in the morning, I have a mat of hair on the back of head that has to be slowly pulled apart and delicately combed so as not to remove any hair that is already too eager to fall out. Now, since Duluth has an ethnic minority of only 6.3 % and of that only 1.6% are identified as black, you can imagine that black hair care products are not on every shelf.

K-Mart…Episode 1

Me: Do you sell doo rags?
Helpful Clerk: Sure, they are right over here.
(Leads me down a row and turns left)
Helpful Clerk: They are right…umm, they used to be, uh, I know we used to have them. I guess we don’t carry them anymore. You know, there aren’t a lot of “African” people in Duluth.
(I did really well in not pointing out that in the pictures of the “African” people I have seen, I have never seen a Masaii Tribesman with a doo rag.)
Oh, well. I am not too far from a Walgreens.

Walgreens…Episode 2

Me: Do you have any doo rags?
Clerk from Beauty Products section wearing far too much Product: Not really. We quit carrying them because they weren’t selling. You might try the Walgreens down on 11th Ave East. They have more Black people in that neighborhood.
Me: Thank you. (Said while biting my tongue and praying that blood wasn’t running out of the corner of my mouth.)

At this point in time, I’m beginning to think I won’t need a doo rag since I will be pulling my hair out by the roots and bypassing the need for any hair products. The conversations with the help at any more stores would only land me in jail. Folks, it’s almost 2010, I don’t believe there is any reason for even passive racism to exist any more. Yet it does.

Anyway, my new doo rag is made out of a jersey pillow case and will work just find. Don’t think I’ll be running out in the ‘hood to see the reactions of people. I feel good that I solved my own problem. I don’t feel so good that passive racism is still alive and well in my city or anywhere else, for that matter.