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I’m callin’ a do-over PDF Print
Saturday, March 16, 2013 2:14 AM

My husband and I have a crane critter gittin’ fixation. If there’s a crane machine in the vicinity, we’ve already checked it out, looked at the prizes, investigated how intricately they are entwined and if there are any parts that could come off and choke our little guy.

Yes, they are for Ringo. You didn’t think they were for us, did you?

We always either stick in a dollar bill or load in four quarters because it is rare to get one on the first try. The second try is usually way better than the first.
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he definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and hoping for a different outcome. Crazy, right?

When we were children and dissatisfied with the outcome of a game, we would often yell, “Do over!” We would then repeat whatever we did, hoping for a different outcome. Of course, that didn’t always happen and everyone knows you only get one do-over so you better make it count.

In golf, a do-over is a mulligan. As you can guess, a mulligan is not “legal” in the rules of golf. You are supposed to take the shot where it lands — good or bad. At some charity golf events, one can purchase mulligans as an additional fundraiser and since everyone is on the same page, it’s OK. It’s not OK to tap the ball onto the green with your toe or give it a toss from the other side of a tree.

 
He doesn’t charge by the hour PDF Print
Saturday, March 09, 2013 2:23 AM

A friend’s comment on Facebook spurred this John Tesh digression.

She said her therapist weighed 5 pounds and was covered in fur.

Amen, sister.

What is better than coming home from a hard day at work and seeing that little guy or girl that is so happy to see you? Nothing. Well, maybe a few other things but not here.

Who better to pour out the frustrations of the day to than someone who is always going to agree with you? This is a no-brainer.

We’ve already been over the obvious benefits of having a dog. They are great companions. They like to play. They love unconditionally. They don’t want to borrow the car. They won’t be going to college.

Pets, including cats, ferrets and hamsters and such, can lower blood pressure. Studies have shown that Alzheimer’s patients have fewer anxious outbursts if there is an animal in the home. Researchers say heart attack patients who have pets survive longer than those without, according to several studies. Male pet owners have less sign of heart disease - lower triglyceride and cholesterol levels - than non-owners.

The benefits, both physical and emotional are proven.

What they do is steal your heart and make it so you are just as excited to see them when you get home.

I love to bury my face in Ringo’s neck when I move in for a hug. It’s so soft and feels so good. He’s the perfect size for hugging. Unfortunately, he has to be in the mood for hugging.

Jodi Arias update.

How interesting is it that Arizona is one of the few states where during a trial, the jury can ask questions of the defendant as well. I was unaware this was even an option and in the good faith of seeing justice prevail, I think it should be allowed everywhere.

How many times have you seen an interview with a juror after a trial and they had questions that weren’t answered and sometimes not even addressed? Well, in Arizona you get to at least attempt to find your own answers. I think during a trial, especially one as serious as this one, the jury should have as much information as possible.

Jodi Arias has been on the stand for weeks now. I think it’s been too long and I agree with the analysts who think all that face time with the jury will foster an attachment and they won’t be able to put her on death row. They may not like her and they may not believe her but she’s become a fixture in their lives. I don’t think they are going to be able to give her the death penalty.

I can’t believe I have let myself be caught up in this. I’m afraid I am going to be on jury watch with the rest of the HLN nation. I can’t even believe I’m writing this but it has me sucked in. It’s a train wreck. I can’t look away.

Where’s Ringo? I need a hug.

 
They don’t make ’em like they used to PDF Print
Saturday, March 02, 2013 2:18 AM

A friend’s refrigerator went out last week after only seven years of use. According to an appliance guy, that was about right.

I can remember having the same avacodo green refrigerator in our kitchen for umpteen years. It wasn’t really bad when we got rid of it; it was just so old that it was a pretty good bet it would give out over the weekend or at some other inopportune time. It was relegated to the garage and a shiny new one took its place.

The same can be said for the range top. It was set in the countertop and had a really cool control panel on the wall. A modern, black, flat cook top took its place and come to find out, its life expectancy is only about seven years. The old cook top made it through 20-some years before it became a questionable risk. It even survived through a small Christmas Eve fire when I left papers a little too close to a burner and a button was inadvertently pushed by an errant item on the counter. Luckily, the mess was quickly swept into the nearby sink and doused with water.

Many other household items have joined the “disposable” list. Washers and dryers, DVD players, boom boxes, TVs and like are no longer “fixtures” in our homes.
It makes me wonder if they are not made as well, if we as consumers have directed the “need” for newer and better every few years. With technology outpacing itself, there is always something faster, better and on the “must-have” list. Computers are practically obsolete by the time we get everything out of the box and set up.

None of our teens own cassette tapes. Wonder what they would think of the 8-tracks I have tucked away from a “few” years back.

We are keeping up with the Joneses, who are keeping up with someone else and so on. Along the way, we have given up reliability, consistency and the satisfaction of getting our money’s worth.

We don’t seem to mind shelling out our hard-earned cash for something that we will be eagerly replacing again in a few years for the latest and greatest model.
The switch on the wall lamp in the spare bedroom took a dive the other day. That lamp has hung on the wall for as long as I can remember. I’m seriously considering  having it fixed.

 
Arias and Pistorius: cell mates? PDF Print
Saturday, February 23, 2013 2:10 AM

I don’t know how closely you have been following a couple of cases but my husband and I have found Jodi Arias fascinating. She looks like the girl next door. However, don’t be fooled. She stabbed her ex-boyfriend 30 times, shot him in the face and slit his throat.

She lied twice, saying at first she wasn’t there, then ninjas did it and then she claimed self-defense.
Ninjas? Really?
No. Not really.

I have watched her try to explain why all the lies if it was self-defense and even saw a new “friend” say anyone who is scared lies. Really?
No. Not really.

I’ve heard her describe their relationship and say she feared for her life even though they were broken up at the time and he allegedly planned to take another woman to Mexico.

 
My bucket list: one item shorter PDF Print
Saturday, February 16, 2013 3:22 AM

Somewhere on my bucket list was a cruise. It was penciled in because I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to go on a big boat and hang out in the ocean. I’ve heard good and bad. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to be “tied” to a ship on vacation. I sometimes have issues with that.

After the Carnival Triumph story of an engine fire, malfunctioning bathrooms, lack of food and the smells, I think I’ll just erase that line on my list.

The ship was “dead” in the water for five days. It has been said passengers were fighting over food, urinating in showers, doing the other in plastic bags and sleeping on the top deck because it was too hot and stinky anywhere else. One report said there were 5 working toilets for 4,200 people.

It was also believed there was no electricity or air conditioning on board. That means no ventilation. No air moving. No way to move smells out of cabins and off decks.

Yikes!

Yeah, that’s my idea of a vacation.

Carnival is saying conditions were exaggerated. I’m not sure if I care. Even if a tenth of what passengers were saying happened did occur, I’m still outta there. And why would passengers make those reports up. If I’m talking to someone or texting a family member, I’m just going to tell it like it is. If anything, I may try to make it sound a little better than it is so they don’t worry.

I think this incident just goes to show that no matter what you plan, you are at the mercy of someone or something else. You can plan to fly somewhere and flights can be delayed and canceled for a variety of reasons. You can plan to drive and your car can break down or there may be an accident. You can decide to stay home and some other happenstance can cause the plans to go awry.

I guess how you determine if you still have a good time is the degree of uncomfortableness and if you can rise above the hardship.

I’m not sure that was going to happen on the Triumph. Things just went too far. Things were just too much. There was stuff in plastic bags, for God’s sake. Oh my goodness!

Anyway, now I have room for something else on my list. I’m not sure what it will be right off-hand but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. I just know what it won’t be — a cruise.

 
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