Friday, July 31, 2009

A Ricky Ricardo and Little Ricky Moment

Today when Levi came to visit, Mr. Fixit was acting silly while playing with him. Levi said to me, “I think Boopah is ‘sneezing’ me.”

I said to Mr. Fixit, “He not only says ‘Huh?’ every time someone speaks to him just like you do, but he also speaks English like you do."

Note: I think he was telling me that Boopah was “teasing” him.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Weekend Happenings

Cole’s baseball team took part in their league’s World Series Championship in Charleston. I was surprised by the number of teams attending and the geographic area covered. There were teams from as far away as Louisiana and Illinois. There could have been some from even more distant places, but we only saw the games for the 13 and under division.

Our team didn’t do very well. Out of the six games they played they only won 1 game. During the games we saw, no one seemed to be playing as well as they usually do. We had several incidents that could have hurt them, too. One little guy scraped his knee at a water park and developed a terrible infection. Friday, our first day there, he was complaining of a terrible headache and chills. His parents took him to an emergency care facility the next morning when they noticed a red streak running up his leg from the scrape. I guess water parks are notorious as the source of infections. The wife of the head coach became ill, and he pulled his child from the tournament to bring his wife home so the boys were playing without their usual coach and one team member. The weather was incredibly hot and humid. That could have been a factor in their lack of enthusiasm. It didn’t do much for me either.

We went down on Friday in time to see two games. We had to come home because we didn’t take our meds with us, and, of course, someone had to feed the cats. I got 3 hours of sleep Friday night. We weren’t able to stay for the games on Sunday, because Mr. Fixit had to go to work this morning at 4 am, and I was exhausted. By the time we could have arrived, the game would have been half over. We were spending about 7 hours a day traveling between here and Charleston.

I had never been to Charleston, and I finally was able to see live oaks with Spanish moss that I’ve about read about for years. I was thrilled! It was just as described in Southern romantic novels.

Last Thursday Mr. Fixit bought me a laptop. He said he was tired of hearing me complain about the old one. While he seldom uses the computer, he, too, would get mad at the weird error messages and the slowness when he tried to use the old. I haven’t had time to become acquainted with the new one yet. We did install a wireless network that night, and I was wondered if failure to install is a legal cause for divorce. We couldn’t get the first one to install so Mr. Fixit returned the first unit and picked out another brand. We had no problem with the second one. Well, perhaps I should say we had fewer problems and we did get it installed.
I using it now, and I’m having a little problem with the word processor. It keep scrolling while I’m trying to type. I’ll read the tutorial later to see what I’m doing to cause this little problem. In fact, I have a lot of tutorials to read. I may install my old, old Office program just for the word processor.

It’s nice to set up in the kitchen and "compute" while waiting for lunch to cook.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Nobody's Business

I very seldom buy anything on the internet, but I “shop” and compare prices for specific items sometimes. An advertisement drew my eye for retro-styled shoes; as a “shoe” person, I browsed through their on-line stock. When I wanted to look for a red handbag locally, I again “shopped” on line to see what was available. After looking for both items, I immediately received email from Amazon advertising shoes and handbags. How far do the tentacles of Amazon reach? I think I resent the fact that my information had been shared with Amazon. Thank heaven I wasn’t shopping for anything for I wouldn’t discuss in this forum.

Amazon, stay out of my business! If I wanted to buy shoes and handbags from you, I would have checked out your site. I didn’t, so butt out! Incidentally, I will not buy shoes, not matter how cute they are, from the site I was browsing because apparently they share my information without my permission.

Grouse, grouse, grouse! Grumble, grumble, grumble!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Savage Run by C. J. Box

Several months ago, I discovered the novels of C. J. Box and have read several. I finished one this morning that was everything a good adventure novel should be—a real page turner.

Savage Run is, I believe, the second novel in Mr. Box’s Joe Pickett series. Mr. Box puts us, his readers, in the middle of a conflict able to see both sides of the problem. Joe Pickett is a game warden in Wyoming. He is drawn into a murderous situation between the Stockman’s Trust, with its roots going back to the infamous Tom Horn, and modern environmental terrorists.

Mr. Box also allows us to see the conflict between the killers hired by the Trust. (This is not a spoiler moment; you know almost from the beginning who’s doing what to whom.) One, who fancies himself a modern day Tom Horn, seems to enjoy the act of killing while the other sees himself as a righteous man trying to stop the environmentalists destroying his and others ranchers’ way of life.

One of the environmentalists rhapsodizes about the beauty of a herd of elk stampeding through the forest. She sees beauty in the wolf pack following behind the elk maybe not realizing that the wolves are following to cull the herd for their next meal. When she sees the savagery of the wolf kill, she is unprepared for the reality of Nature. Perhaps it forces her to see her cause in a different light.

There is a murder by an exploding cow, a harrowing chase through the mountains, and a canyon crossing that made my fear of heights to kick in big time. It left me a little queasy; it is written that well. (Nausea is my criteria for well-written, descriptive material? I never said I wasn’t a little strange.)

Joe Pickett is a nice, if not stubborn, guy with a loving family who is thrust into situations as a result of his wanting to do the right thing. I can hardly wait to get to the library to share another of Joe’s adventures and to get Mr. Box’s stand-alone, Blue Heaven.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Baseball and Conversation

Today was Noah’s first baseball tournament for his traveling team. He did really well. They lost the first game and won the second. They played the games back to back. Tomorrow’s games are also back to back. I think it’s a little hard for those little guys in the heat with only a 15 minute break between games.

I actually talked to real people a little bit today, too. Mr. Fixit has been gone for eight days. I have talked to him once a day, and Jason called a couple of times. Other than that, I haven’t talked to anyone. While I was at the supermarket, I was hoping that the lady behind me in the check-out line would tell me about her gall bladder surgery. I had decided that if she did start a conversation I would invite her to lunch so that she could tell me about her cousin Myrtie Mae’s attack of shingles that pert near kilt her.

It's been a little lonely.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Smacked in the Face by Reality Yet Again

(No one would ever guess that Mr. Fixit is still at the beach. This is my fifth post in two days.)

This morning I had my hair cut to correct the unfortunate poofy results of the perm I put in a couple of days ago. A very nice young lady did a good job of fixing the problem. When I paid, she said, “That will be $9.00.” Having not lost all of my mental acuity, I thought, “Hmm, that’s less than I usually pay.” I glanced up at their posted prices. “Haircut - $11.00, Children and Seniors Haircuts - $9.00.” What?! She assumed I am a senior citizen?! She must not have a magic mirror as I do that firms my droopy jowls, brings back my naturally blond locks, and smooths away my “character lines.” She’s lucky I tipped her. Harroomph! And stay off of my lawn!

A Slow News Day

This morning on the Yahoo! News, there was an AP video of an interview with Levi Johnson. Remember him? He is the father of Bristol Palin’s baby. Remember her? She’s the daughter of Sarah Palin. Remember her? Oh, forget it. You know know who I’m talking about, right?

Anyway, the thrust of the interview concerned the reason for Gov. Palin’s decision to leave office before her term is completed. He was then asked if he would vote for her if she ran for President in the future.

Am I supposed to care what this young man has to offer on the controversial decision made by the Governor? Do I care whether he would vote for her or not? Pul-leese! This interview was about as newsworthy as the story in the Houston Chronicle today about the woman who accidentally shot her lover during a game of “dirty cowboy” while engaging in foreplay. I have no idea what “dirty cowboy” is, and guess what—I DON’T want to know.

You may be thinking, “Why did she read these two news items in the first place?” In my own defense, like everyone, I occasionally slow down and gawk at car accidents. The same principle applies.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Plagiarism - Part II

I noticed on Site Meter I had a visitor from Nebraska. Imagine my surprise when I checked HER site and discovered that the plagiarized post had been removed. I wonder how she knew I had posted about her. I thought when I checked her profile this morning that there was the option to email her. I didn't chose to do that, and I may be wrong about the email, but it is interesting that the option is no longer there.

I only wish she had the integrity and character to at least apologize to me. I guess if you steal someone's writing you're a little short on integrity and character.

I also wonder what would happen if some of her readers found out that she copied my post.


The strangest thing just happened. I found that one of my posts has been plagiarized! I am simply astounded. First of all, I’m surprised that anyone found my thoughts were worth stealing, and second of all, I totally surprised at my reaction. I feel angry and violated.

I found it completely by accident by checking my Site Meter details. I found saw this person’s post listed three or four items below the search results for my post of Feburary 1, 2009. I noticed it because her name is the same as my daughter-in-law’s and the summary of her post was almost word for word as mine. I opened her March 6, 2009, post that saw most of it was copied from my post. She even copied the illustration of the djinn’s shoe I had posted. She did say “elf shoe” instead of “djinn’s shoe.”

I wonder if all the rest of her posts have been stolen.

Dena, in case you’re reading this now searching for new material, you should be ashamed!

If anyone would care to make the comparison you can find the this person's post by doing a Google Blog search using the term “leg cramps elf shoe.” Make the comparison and judge for yourself.

While the Cat's Away

The mouse. . .

Read 5 books – 3 by Margaret Maron, 1 by C. J. Box, and a 1 by Anne Perry,

Washed dishes once (she loves paper plates),

Completed very little housework,

Spent uncounted hours playing games on the computer,

Watched several Inspector Lynley DVD’s,

Worked a bit on her quilt,

Bought that red handbag that she had been drooling over,

Ate at Sonic once,

Ignored the treadmill,

Made a big mistake perming her hair (she now looks like a time traveler from 1964)

Planned to attend Noah’s first traveling team baseball tournament this weekend, and

Counted the days until the cat returns.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Seeing Through a Seven-Year-Old's Eyes

Most of the baseball fields where Cole plays are of the same wagon wheel design—four fields surrounding the concession area hub. As I was coming in, Bella and her mom were walking toward the concession area. Dena asked, “Did you see a restroom on the side where you came in?” I told her that I saw a sign, but that I didn’t know whether it was for men or women. I meant that I didn’t really pay attention to the sign other than to notice it was there.

Bella said, “Mimi, the women on the signs have on clothes, and the men are naked.”

She’s right.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Madison Avenue, What Were You Thinking?

Is it just me or has Advertising sunk to heretofore unknown levels just to make a buck?

The “$5.00 foot-long” spots are almost as annoying as Dr. Scholl’s “gelling” series of commercials. I hate them! The young woman who appears in the Progressive Insurance (I think it’s Progressive—I mute every time she appears on the screen) ads grates on my nerves. The cave men have become so-o-o annoying. I just don’t understand most of their new ads. It’s time to come up with something new.

The most tasteless commercials are those for male-enhancement products, the K-Y products, and the ones for impotence. TMI, people, TMI! Those giggling women actually embarrass me. Then we have the Go Daddy girls. Those ads are just . . . icky!

And speaking of . . . icky, most of the evening programming on Spike TV is distasteful.

This has nothing to do with today’s minor rant, but when did the Sci-Fi Channel become the Syfy Channel? Is Syfy more hip than Sci-fi? I wonder how much it cost for the change. It just seems goofy to me.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Happy 4th!

Mr. Fixit is at the beach for nine days, and I'm at home. I don't really care for the beach and someone has to feed the cats. I plan to do a lot of nothin'.

My parents were married July 4, 1940.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


We have lived in this house for almost 27 years. During those 27 years I have parked the car in the garage maybe five times. The garage is used as Mr. Fixit’s workshop, my laundry room, and his storage facility for tools and his irreplaceable treasures like old, broken thermostats from almost all the cars we have owned during the 43 years we’ve been married. This week something different has been added.

Monday morning I discovered that my CAR was in the garage. I never asked to have my car parked in the garage; it seemed the impossible dream. Confidentially, I don’t think Mr. Fixit cleared the space just for me; the sap from the pecan tree was making a mess of his truck. He cleared the space so he could park in the driveway where I usually park away from the pecan tree.

Whatever the reason, I’m so glad he did. I didn’t realize what I had been missing. When I get in the car, I don’t have to bake until the AC begins cooling, and I don’t have to use a towel in order to touch the steering wheel.

Can it last? I don’t think so. I’m sure that I will again be parking in the driveway when Mr. Fixit begins a new project. Until then, I’m going to enjoy it for as long as I can and try not to moan and groan about getting inside my car when the temperature tops 145 degrees in it.