Shopping carts are evil

Colds suck. I can't sugar coat it, they just do. Especially the kind that just won't go away. I'm in the midst of my 'lets just stay sick the whole winter phase'. I usually have a couple of weeks between a cold or flu bug before some mutant variation strikes again. I need to start carrying around hand cleaner in a little holster so it will be 'handy' at all times.
I blame it all on shopping carts. They are evil plague carrying devices that should not be touched. Just think about how many hands and other body parts touch a shopping cart in a day. Walk through a Walmart and observe the life of a shopping cart, it makes me shudder. Too bad I need to use them every night at work.
Here's a good product plug:

If it is possible to love an inanimate object this would be the 'one' for me this week. Every time I blow my nose it's like getting slathered with Vicks by my mom when I was sick as a young un. So if shopping carts are evil then Vicks Puffs are really, really GOOD! Whoever invented this should be hugged, but they wouldn't like that as I'm a little viral right now.

Help me Obi Wan Kenobi!!!!

I was on the brink of starting a brand new blog. I've neglected this one so much it's embarrassing. But then I thought that was just silly and way to time consuming. So here I am, back with the old.

Today I'm decompressing. The holidays are over, we never do anything for New Years mostly cause I've always worked New Years Eve and never felt like doing much on the day after. Anyway back to decompressing. I'm in bed, in my comfy brightly polka dotted pj's that Marty laughed at with my little friend Ruby curled around my legs taking up most of said bed. One of my favorite decompressing movies to watch is Star Wars A New Hope. Luke, Leia, Han, Obi Wan and even Darth Vader make good companions. My decompression days are totally selfish, I do what I want and try not to feel guilty. The guilt part is hard, but I try not to focus on that. I'm getting over a cold so that makes staying in bed a little easier, I need my rest you know!

Fun places to go in space, the Mos Eisly Catina, what a great bunch of sensitive spacers. I do wonder what the place smells like though. I don't think I'm supposed to care about that. But come on all those aliens gotta be hard on the nose.

Wow, all this typing has been really exhausting, I think I need to sleep some more, decompressing is fun.

PS: who knew that Obi Wan Kenobi would be in spell check? Another example of pop culture becoming reality.

The MOODY blonde

Here's a confession.......I let my moods run my life. Am I in the 'mood' to clean? That's usually a big NO so I don't clean much. Am I in the 'mood' to craft? Not enough! Am I in the 'mood' to work in the office? Not usually but that's one thing I tend to do anyway. Who else is gonna do all the paperwork for the insurance audit? Am I in the 'mood' to sleep? ALWAYS, but I still don't do that enough. Am I in the 'mood' to work? NEVER but those benefits don't make themselves so I go and because I'm a conscientious and conscious person I actually work when I'm there.
(I keep waiting for the dish washing, housecleaning, window washing, bookkeeping fairy to visit my house, but she just keeps passing me by. I NEED SOME FAIRY DUST!!!!).
Am I in the 'mood' to blog? Today I am!!!!
Part of the reason I live by my MOODS is cause I'm a procrastinator. I wait to do things till the very last minute. Drives my man crazy. He's a lets get it done now type of guy. I let things pile up till I can't see over the top of my piles. Although I do know what is in each and every one of those piles. I can't seem to find things put in their proper place. Another thing the man doesn't understand.
It's a good thing the grands come over otherwise I probably wouldn't vacuum much either.

So last weekend was our annual 'train thingy'. Now I always have plans of getting lots done before hand and those plans seem to fall through (usually because of uncontrollable events not because of my procrastination problem). Last year I had a terrible stomach flu, the 'I can't stop worshipping the toilet energy sucking' kind, 3 days before the big event. This year I had an uncle pass away so I was gone for two days. Although I wouldn't give those two days away for anything, family is so very precious. I returned home from the funeral at 5pm Thursday and some of the gang was already here. But they were the preplanned come ahead of time how can we help group. And help they did. What a blessing they were. And what a wonderful weekend we had. Wonderful weather, wonderful people just plain wonderful. The fun lasted till after supper Sunday night. Marty and I had been thinking about downsizing the event next year but decided to not make any changes. We're amazed at how people enjoy it so much. Even the non garden railroad loving spouses like coming although I think the outlet mall and fun stores in town are part of the reason.
We have some wonderful pictures I could download, but I'm not in the MOOD.

of perverts

It's been perve week at our little Wally world. Dirty old men, dirty young men, URGHHHH! One of our cashiers is a cute blonde thing, sweet as could be. The guys are always hitting on her but one (I call him tatoo guy) had taken it too far and she was scared. Now tatoo guy has hit on 'all' of us at the store. Uses the same lines, a creep. But he scared our Corinda so Assistant Manager Darren (AMD)stepped in and had a talk with him. Now AMD is one of the nicest guys you'll ever run into but he's a BIG boy. Ex football player, probably defensive lineman or center type, BIG boy. All AMD would have to do is jab his fist to knock the normal man flat and out. Haven't seen tatoo guy back yet.

Another guy, dirty old man type, has been a regular customer. He spends lots of time 'looking' in the store. Didn't figure out till the other night that he was looking at younger women. The other morning I happened to be at the front end around 2 am as two young ladies were checking out and they mentioned that they noticed this guy following them around the store as they were shopping. They called after they left and said that he had followed them out of the parking lot and into town. They were smart and called the police. I'm assuming that he wasn't caught as he was back in the store last night. Now that we knew what he was doing we watched as he 'followed' sweet young things around. He's smooth, until I knew what to look for I hadn't noticed what he was doing. We can't 'technically' do anything about it until he does something but we can keep an eye on him.

Me, I'd like to take a shotgun and aim it at the family jewels. I'm a tad premenstrual at the moment so I may be over reacting just a smidge.

A blonde weekend

Yes my weekend begins as everyone else's is ending. I have Sunday and Monday nights off. I just switched from having Tuesday and Wednesdays off and it's kind of nice to have a little bit of the 'real' weekend off with the rest of the world. Usually Sunday night everyone in my manworld is all relaxed so we can spend the evening lolling about, my favorite way to spend an evening. Yesterday was Marty's birthday so after I got up we went to the local Mexican restraunt, his favorite place to eat and then hung out at home.
Our 4th was nice. Went to a some friends house but had to leave before their fireworks started I had to get back for work. Met some people there whose 14 year old son had never lit any fireworks before, at all. I'm not sure I was able to stop a look of pity and horror from crossing my face. The poor boy! I'm sure he's missed out on some major burn injuries, but to never have the joy of personally being in charge of blowing something up, it's just a little sad in my book. By the time Pat came along I'm sure he was lighting off fireworks of his own design at age 3. When it comes to pyrotechnics my Pat is pretty creative. He surpassed Tom who is no slouch. Ben tends to do quite well at shooting things, he's quite the marksman, got some kind of pin during basic training. I'm proud really, just can't remember what the technical term is. Wil tends to do his destroying in the world of gaming, from what I hear he's darn good at Halo 3. Marty is a builder, not a destroyer. He's never been a big fireworks kind of guy. Another thing I didn't realize about him till after the vows were said. I was ga-ga in love. Didn't take the time to find out the important things, does he like sports? (no) is he musical at all? (no) does he believe that the 4th of July was really invented as a holiday to blow things to smithereens? (no) is he a train nerd? (yes)is he a skuzbag?(yes, his idea of dressing up is to wear clean work clothes). Like I said, GA-GA.
I was a little down as I was driving to work. The sky was lit with everyone's own personal pyrotechnics. Nebraska City's show had yet to start. I was blue, down, dejected......Well our wonderful assistant manager Darren decided to have our evening meeting outside so we could enjoy some of the fireworks. We went out just as the city's fireworks began. For a town our size the Jaycees put on a GREAT show. I was able to ooooo and awwwwwww. Life was good, my evening was better, I got to see things blowing up in a beautiful way.
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We got our stimulus check today. Most of it is earmarked for dental work for all of us and glasses (for me) I can't see worth much lately. One of the side benefits of aging. And I think I'm gonna buy a new camera. A small pretty camera that's only for me. If they have any pink ones at wally world I'm sure I'll get one, I've got a PINK thing going so may stick with it for my own electronic safety. Then I'm stocking up on groceries, I'm planning on at least two cart loads. The cupboards won't be bare, the freezer will be full. That should last about a week, HA. The hungry hoards usually can sense when I've done major shopping and descend upon our humble hovel enmasse.
So I'm off to Wally World, going to do my part to stimulate the economy and boost the sales of my employer.

The blonde goes to the dentist

So this blonde has a real anxiety thing about dentists. I tent to avoid going as long as I can. Basically for years. Last time Marty went in he explained this to our dear Dr. John who perscribed some nice little anti-anxiety pills. I'm supposed to take one before I got to bed (which by the way I already did so if this post makes no sense it's cause I'm feelin' no pain, no anxiety, pretty relaxed if you must know). I'm thinking that I may make it through my appt. tomorrow pretty easily. I'll let you know. Well time for beddy bye. I'll update on my experience. Hopefully we won't have to take a break every fifteen minutes for the blonde to pull herself together and not run screaming from the office. It's really not Dr Johns fault. He is a wonderful dentist. I blame my childhood dentist Dr. Burns, who I'm sure was a decent guy but tended to forget me in the chair-or so I claim-I was a child so it may have something to do with the fact that I had not concept of time so it just seemed like two days when it was actually 20 minutes. I'll have to tell you how my visit to the dentists gave me a real aversion to ANYTHING strawberry some other time.
TTFN
If I survive without too much trauma
The relaxed but still anxiety stricken afraid of the dentist blonde.

The Mutt and the truck and how they met

The Mutt: Max. AKA Stinky Butt Mutt, Dumb Mutt, Mutt Face, Pretty Boy Mutt, ADHD Stupid Mutt, &%$#@!!!!(that's Marty's name for him as I don't use THAT kind of language).


The Truck: Pat's baby.


Background: Max is a great dog but is basically still a puppy (9months old). He has no fear of vehicles so is always be right there running around as we pull in the driveway in which ever vehicle we chose from our personal used car lot. {At this point we have seven vehicles and 4 people, when we have everyone here then there's 9 vehicles I think that qualifies as a used car lot don't you?}

Last Thursday afternoon Pat gets ready to leave for town when all of a sudden he comes back in the house and says "I think I ran over the dog"! He then added "But I think he's okay cause he's running around". I give him the 'I can't believe you just said that' look (we both got it from several people after telling them the story). Seems that Max ran under the pickup between the front and back tires. Pat felt the truck bump over something and then heard Max yelping. We go out and Max is running around with a little bit of a limp. I decided to take him to the vet to have him checked out. The Doc was asking if we were sure he was run over cause by that time Max wasn't even acting like his hinney was tender. So the puppy angel that watches over Max earned her keep that day. Max is still an ADHD Stupid Mutt and I'm not sure he's learned to respect the fact that cars are bigger than him and not his personal toys. I'm sure in his twisted logic doggy mind he'll have figured out that since he got run over by the truck he got to take a ride in the car and that's always a treat so maybe he should do it more often.

Oh yes and Pat's truck is the envy of most the young men of the town who love the smell, sound and feel of diesel and who also don't have families to support and can spend all their hard earned cash on trucks with fancy chrome semi stacks and custom built bumpers. Many moons ago Marty used to be that way, then came The Blonde and his life changed for the better.......or so I tend to think.