Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Landlord Tales

Our older son has some “interesting” tenants in his trailer mobile home park.

He recently had a person move out owing him money. When the park manager inspected the property, he found a large (6 ft.) reptile in a tank. It was either a python or a boa constrictor. Animal Control was called and picked up the snake.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Goofy Headline of the Day

Source: Local Television News Page

"Man arrested for throwing honey bun at clerk"

Monday, June 25, 2012

It’s a Different World

Sunday morning as Mr. Fixit was getting ready for church, the subject of our son and his wife working in the nursery with the children came up. I asked them exactly what they did. I thought they taught Sunday school.

He explained that they work at a computer and print name tags for each child. He further explained that no one could take a child out except for a parent—even if, for example, a grandparent or other family member known to the security people asks to pick up the child.

“Wait, a second. Did you say security people?” I asked.

“Yes, there are always two people working security around the nursery.”

It’s a sad state of affairs that children require “security” even at church. But it does seem that every week, you read that a pastor, music minister, or youth minister has been arrested for inappropriate actions with young people.

What have we become when children aren’t safe in church? 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

What’s Happening

We’ve had a busy spring. Most of our time was spent at baseball games and volley ball. All the grandchildren did really well.

Cole attended his first prom. He and his girlfriend looked so beautiful. I would post pictures, but I don’t like posting photos unless I have permission. I always check with the parents to see if it’s okay, but Cole is old enough now to make that decision.

School is out, and summer sports have begun. Cole’s team travels long distances for their tournaments. This past week we travelled three times to Columbia, SC, which is a five hour round trip. The week before that it was several trips to Rock Hill and York, SC. Both are very pretty towns. Those were also 5 hour round trips. The weather hasn’t been too hot yet; I’m thankful. The price of gasoline is down, too, thank goodness. (It’s down to $2.96 a gallon at a few places.)

Both Noah and Owen are on travel teams. Owen has had one tournament, and Noah’s will began after his All-star game in a few weeks (I think).

Levi is signing up for football—not flag football, but full contact. It’s enough to make this grandmother tremble.

Mr. Fixit has seen his new cardiologist. I hope this guy works out. He said that after reviewing the records from Dr. Doofus it seems that Mr. Fixit is doing great! From his lips to God’s ear. He (Mr. Fixit just came it and said he needs to see the eye doctor again. He’s been having a problem with one of his eyes since the cataract surgery. Crap!

Noah, our soon-to-be seventh grader, suggested that I read The Hunger Games. I’m about half way through. It’s not bad.

We had our primary elections last Tuesday. There was a little problem statewide. It seems that many candidates failed to file correctly and the court decided that weren’t eligible and were kicked off the ballot. Some counties tried to cancel the whole process. Only a very small percentage of voters chose to participate. It’s always something. 

Sunday, June 10, 2012


I gave in and downloaded Google Chrome. I'm not pleased with it, but some supernatural forces must have been at work here. My Explorer has been going a little screwy, and I get these little error messages telling me that my browser had stopped working. This was happening several times a day. I haven't had it happen since I began using Chrome. But, as I said before, I'm not crazy about it.

Anyway, this morning I clicked on "Tools" to get to my bookmarks and noticed something I had paid not attention to before. Listed on the menu was "New Incognito Window." I thought maybe it would allow me to disguise myself with Groucho glasses complete with mustache. It seems that it actually allows you to "hide" any site you may visit on the internet. It must be a godsend to very handy if you are a cheating spouse who has signed up for a dating service or if you spend time with Debbie of Dallas fame. You could also use it for a lot of serious creepiness that you wouldn't want your family to see. No more "Oops!" Wifey found your favorite porn site or little Johnny received his first sex education class in living color.

I can't for the life of me think of one legitimate reason for offering this service. I may be naive, but this takes creepy to a whole new level.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I'm Here

When I called for final reporting-for-jury-duty instructions, I was told that I had been excused due to random chance to decrease the jury pool.

Regardless of the reason, I did my little Happy Dance and may have even squealed a joyful girly squeal.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Tomorrow Is the Day

Tomorrow I must report for jury duty in Federal Court. I DON'T WANT TO GO!

Crazy things are worrying me. I can't take my cell phone into the court house. I'll have to park in a parking garage. What if the garage is full and I can't find a parking place--I'll be late! I'll have to drive more than 50 miles a day. The instructions I received declared flip flops more than undesirable. I hope they won't find me in contempt if I wear normal sandals. They are the only comfortable summer shoes I have. Where will I have lunch? The court house is downtown that has only trendy, expensive restaurants--not a Mickey D's in sight. They don't pay for meals unless you are sequestered.

It seems to me that I have done my civic duty in the last few years serving on several juries without whining. I'm almost 67 years old--too old for this inconvenience. Yeah, I know it's the price to pay for enjoying what makes America America, but, have mercy, I've done my share!

I have to call this evening after 6:30 pm for last minute information. Please, please, excuse me from duty!