Another Chapter

I got a nice surprise the other day. My daughter, Traci, called me. We don't get many chances to talk. Anyone with three kids knows how that is. We caught up on a lot of things and we also talked about the unraveling of my marriage. Before I realized it we had talked for nearly two hours.

In the ongoing soap opera of our family a new story line is emerging. I've been weighing my options. Do I try to go it alone and try to get my own place here in Houston? I have looked at the details of what I would need to get into an apartment. Not exactly cheap, for sure. Deposits and other things would mean a struggle. I kept thinking of different things that I would have to buy. That is if I was able to get a job.No easy task there.

I had already talked with Annie about what I should do. She helped me get some new ideas. Then when I talked to Traci I got even more ideas. They both made me feel so much better. Now I am to the point of looking at what I can take and how much I will need to discard and what to pack. I have a few boxes here left from when we moved in. Now it occurs to me I don't have any old newspapers to wrap stuff. Aw, nuts.

I still can't get a straight answers out of Jimmy. The only real response I get is when I ask if he really plans to go through with this and he says yes. As to why he made this decision, I still get the run around. Funny how some people will hold onto clothes they can no longer wear, but not the spouse. Oh well.

At least I have wonderful children whom I greatly appreciate and see their value. Since I'm getting older by the minute, seeing is beliving. Then I saw this:
God, grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones that I do like, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Another Ain't Life Grand Day

Jimmy's truck is broken again (maybe it's bad karma?). So yesterday he had to take the Trans Am to work. Of course it was good to put it on the highway occasionally. But that meant that I had to wait to run to WalMart until he got home after 4 pm. So as soon as he came in I ran (or drove) to WalMart to get a money order for a bill and hit the ATM. So I pull into the parking lot and see a shopping cart smack in the middle of the parking isle. I have to drive around it to get to a parking spot. And sitting in a parking slot facing this wayward cart is the little security car with the "security guard" inside. I guess he figured it was not his job to move that cart. After all they have a cart crew to take care of that, right.

So I go in to the ATM. Crap, it's not working, so now I have to use the other one at the bank. That would cost me more. Nuts. Oh well. Then I get in line at the customer service area to pay for the money order. As usual, eight people in line and one clerk. Great. But I did get a big laugh out of the lady behind the man behind me. She was on her phone talking to someone. I hate it when I can hear someone talking on the phone. I always feel I'm intruding, but when a person talks in public, oh well. In the middle of her conversation she says to the person on the other end, "Step away from the computer!" The guy behind me and I looked at each other and started to laugh. I remember seeing car alarms at a car show that said "Step away from the vehicle" if you got too close. I could not help but think of that.

Finally done with my business, I leave the store. Out to the parking lot I go. As I drive down the isle a guy nearly backed out of his spot into me. I'm proud to say that not a single expletive left my mouth. I did manage "Dude!". Luckily I avoided him and moved on down the isle to again negotiate that stupid shopping cart! Hey, where are those guys in the bright orange t-shirts! Come get this cart!

After that the drive home was easy. It is the parking lots of the world that cause all the problems. On the other hand I have seen some highways that look like parking lots. Ain't life grand!

A Reading Marathon

There is something a bit unusual going on starting at 9:00 today and lasting all week-end. A group of volunteers will be reading the Bible out loud all weekend. It will be streamed live on one of our tv station's website, abc13.com. Reading aloud, I think can help some people get a real feel for a story. I know that , for example, Shakespeare seems to come alive more when we hear the words rather than try to read it. Maybe the same will be said for people who read the Bible. Personally, I think even non-readers would find interesting.

The University of St. Thomas will host, "Word of God: The Bible Unites," an ecumenical event where people of all faiths will continuously read the Bible aloud from Genesis to Revelation around the clock for the duration of the three-day event.

WHO: Various Catholic and non-Catholic religious leaders, civil leaders, Catholic high school and grade school principals, UST faculty, staff, students, alumni and friends will read the Bible aloud for 15-minute intervals

WHEN: This three day event begins 9am on Friday, Feb. 20, 2009 and ends at approximately 9:30am on Sunday, Feb. 22 at the Chapel of St. Basil on the University of St. Thomas campus.

The Opening Ceremony will begin with Bishop Rizzotto, Pastor Lawson, and Rabbi Weiss speaking briefly about the Word of God and then following the reading of the Bible will begin in this following order:

Order of readers of Bible for opening ceremony (also listed in front of name is the chapter from Genesis they will be reading):

1. Rabbi Kenneth Weiss, Executive Director of Houston Hillel
2. Most Reverend Vincent Rizzotto, Auxiliary Bishop Emeritus, Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston
3. Rev. Dr. William A. Lawson, Senior Pastor, Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church
4. Bishop Janice Riggle Huie, Bishop of the Texas Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church
5. Adrian Garcia, Harris County Sheriff
6. The Right Rev. C. Andrew Doyle, Bishop Adjutor of Texas, Episcopal Diocese of Texas
7. Todd Smith, UST Director of Athletics
8. Gwen James, Coordinator of UST Student Affairs
9. Deacon Joe Rubio, Vice President of Community Relations and Development for Catholic Charities
10. Sister Mary Roberta Connors, FSE, Franciscan Sister of the Eucharist
11. Thomas Mendez, UST Senior
12. George Strake, President and CEO of Strake Energy Inc.
13. Dr. Robert Ivany, President, University of St. Thomas
14. Father Patrick Braden, CSB, President Emeritus of the University of St. Thomas
15. Bernard Hebinck, UST Alumnus
16. Tom Horan, UST Alumnus
17. Larry Payne, UST Alumnus
18. David Wood, Director, Office of Worship, Archdiocese of Galveston Houston

I have never seen this happen in a large city like Houston. Maybe it has been done in some churches but to have so many people of different faiths do this in public is inspiring.

Which Way Did He Go?

Houston we have a problem. Yesterday I had the tv on our local ABC channel as they broke in with the news that Federal Marshalls had raided offices of yet another investment cheat. R. Allen Stanford was no where to be found. He had apparently bilked possibly 50,000 investors of $8 billion. Oops! Inquiring minds want to know.

U.S. Marshals seized control of the offices yesterday, and SEC investigators are claiming Stanford and his close associates defrauded tens of thousands of investors out of billions of dollars, persuading them to invest in seemingly safe CDs -- certificates of deposits -- but faking double-digit returns.

In December, two former employees of the Houston-based firm left Stanford and filed a lawsuit, saying they were forced to resign once they discovered the financial impropriety.

The civil lawsuit, filed by former employees D. Mark Tidwell and Charles Rawl, alleges, "Rawl and Tidwell repeatedly asked Stanford management to change Stanford's business practices. Stanford refused to cease its illegal activity." The two left the financial firm.

Stanford also operates out of the Caribbean island of Antigua. No doubt authorities are also searching for him there.

The Houston offices remain closed today. The SEC plans on an update in the next 24 hours as to the operations there.

The Prime Minister of Antigua has said the Stanford situation could be "catastrophic" for his nation.

Of course now he has disappeared. Come out, come out where ever you are... Of course this brings up questions about why people would invest with him. One man invested $10 million. One woman invested half her inheritance there. Now the SEC and the FBI are looking for him. I thought the SEC was supposed to watch out for stuff like this?

Of course these days it should remind us all that we need to check and double check our plans for investments. It could all be gone in a flash.

Just One Day

How many times have we heard someone say they don't have enough time for themselves? We are all stressed out because of the way we live our lives. We work long hours, sometimes at jobs we don't like. Of course that job pays the bills. Family obligations keep us moving too. We schedule our lives and those of our kids so we and they will be "well rounded". Each day we drive for hours either to and from work or doing other things. We are constantly on the phone talking or texting or on the computer doing things. If we are not doing that we have earphones plugged into our ears to "relax" with music. We sit in front of the tv for hours escaping into various programs.

What if, for one day, there was nothing. No tv programs to watch, no music to hear. What would happen if we could not text, e-mail or call anyone? What if for that one day, there was literally nothing to do? What if for just one day you were totally alone with your thoughts? Nothing else available. Nothing to do. Nothing to read, nothing to eat or cook, nothing important that had to be done and no way to do it.

Just imagine that one day without everything "routine" in daily life. No sounds to interrupt thoughts. No-one to talk to. No place to go. What would you do with all this time? Would you be frustrated because you have no contact with the outside world? Would you miss your gadgets? Would you be bored? Would you re-discover you? You, alone with your thoughts and nothing else. For just one day, alone, what would happen?

What Was That?

People around Texas are wondering what was falling from the sky. Nobody seems to have an answer. Police around Austin got 911 calls about something that looked like it was on fire as it streaked through the sky. Williamson County even had a helicopter try to find evidence. So far there are still more questions than answers. Video of this is all over the news and the net.

The event occurred in skies north of Austin about 11 a.m., according to e-mails from citizens to the Austin American-Statesman.

The Associated Press reported late Sunday afternoon that the Federal Aviation Administration had received numerous reports of falling debris across Texas, which could be related to a recent satellite collision. FAA spokesman Roland Herwig said officials suspect the debris could be related to the collision, but he said that had not been confirmed.

AP reported that the FAA notified pilots on Saturday to be aware of possible debris after the collision Tuesday between the U.S. and Russian communications satellites.

Foster said officials at the Austin-Bergstrom International Airport told them they were unaware of any aircraft in the portion of the sky where the burning debris was spotted.

Foster said a helicopter flew over northern Williamson County Sunday morning to survey the area at the request of law officers but pilots saw nothing unusual.

“We are pretty sure it was not an airplane, which was our first concern,” Foster said. He said Federal Aviation Administration officials conjectured that people may have seen debris from satellites.

The Waco Tribune-Herald newspaper reported on its web site Sunday afternoon that Randy Plemons, chief deputy with the McLennan County Sheriff’s Department said a sheriff’s office pilot flew the county’s helicopter searching for debris about 100 miles north of Austin but found nothing, despite reports from Waco residents who saw the fireball and heard explosions.

The chief deputy said citizens who find what they believe might be satellite remains should not touch it and should contact the sheriff’s office.

There does not seem to be any real information from any government agency. Either nobody knows what it is or they do know and are not talking. Citizens, don't touch it if you find it. Ok, afterall, we might accidently open the door of it and little green men may come out and say "Take me to your leader." Then again there is a new movie with "the Rock" in it and he's worried about aliens. Interesting timing.Hum...

Let's Hear It for Us (elderly people)

I don't often think about age, well actually I do, sort of. When I think of my parents and uncles and aunts, I often think they died too young, or they lived a long life. Sometimes I think about my genes. Will I get the long life gene or not, or do I want it? The women on my mother's side all died of ovarian cancer. My father died three days short of his 73rd birthday. His father died a lot younger than that. It seems that almost all my other relatives lived into their 80's. Do I really want to do that?

Like I said, my age is not something I dwell on a lot. Unless I think about how much time I may have left or when I hear of people being called old or elderly. Recently I saw a news report about a women who was the victim of a home invasion. She fought them off but did suffer some minor injuries. What surprised me was the reporter's description of her as "an elderly woman." She's my age! I could soon qualify for early retirement, but I don't think of myself as "elderly." Then last night I was watching the new "Survivor" show. One of the team's members is a bus driver who refers to herself as "old" and her teammates also call her an "old lady" who probably would not be an asset to the tribe. She is only 53, younger than I am! Jeez...Maybe youth really is wasted on the young.

Then I found this little story:
An elderly woman had just returned to her home from an evening of church services when she was startled by an intruder. She caught the man in the act of robbing her home of its valuables and yelled, "Stop! Acts 2:38!" (Repent and be baptized, in the name of Jesus Christ so that your sins may be forgiven.)

The burglar stopped in his tracks. The woman calmly called the police and explained what she had done.

As the officer cuffed the man to take him in, he asked the burglar, "Why did you just stand there? All the old lady did was yell a scripture to you."

"Scripture?" replied the burglar. "She said she had an ax and two 38's!"

Score one for the old folks!

Space, The Final Frontier or Garbage Dump

Well, I haven't found much to laugh at lately but for some reason the news that a Russian and an American satellite collided caught my attention. The US commercial communications satellite, Iridium, collided with a defunct Russian satellite. Nasa sources said they knew this would probably happen at some point. Since the Russians launched Sputnik in 1957 some 6000 satellites have been put into orbit. Getting a little crowded up there, right?

Apparently they collided over Siberia and the Americans are now following the debris path to see if the ISS or the shuttle launch could be in the path. An orbital debris expert at the Johnson Space Center in Houston ( there's a job for you) said that the Hubble Space Telescope and other earth observing satellites at hight altitudes could be at higher risk.

Really inspires confidence doesn't it. Let's see we have space junk, dead satellites, a lost tool bag from the shuttle and a lot of other stuff floating around up there. So what do we need first, a traffic cop or a garbage collector? Some of the traffic cops I have seen are intertaining in their quest to move traffic smoothly. But with all that stuff up there, maybe some garbage company would like an out of this world contract. Of course the way my garbage collectors are, I would love to kick them into outer space.

I guess, in time, we will all see what shakes out and falls to earth. Remember Area 51? 6000 satellites and counting. What would Captain Kirk say? Spock would probably look for a logical solution and Scotty would probably say bag all that debris and send it to the Klingons where, like the tribbles, it will be no tribble at all.

Didn't See That one Coming, Did She?

Have you ever seen those movies or tv shows where a husband and wife have been married a long time and then the husband starts to have a mid-life crisis? Maybe he buys a sports car to make him feel younger. Maybe he thinks life has past him by. He can't explain his feelings, but something is not going the way he'd hoped.The wife sees that something is different but he refuses to talk about it. After all he is depressed, who wants to discuss that. I remember watching the "The Starter Wife" with Debra Messing.It's plot was along the same lines. Husband works hard, has nice wife who helped and supported him, say for 20 years. Then "poof!" He decides he no longer wants his wife. He dumps her. "It's not you, it's me" he tells her. The "Starter Wife" is stunned, dumbfounded. She wonders what she did wrong. "Nothing", he says. Still, she feels blind-sided, hurt and angry.

So what is next in this show? Of course in tv soaps, the heroine always rises to the occasion. In real life, there are many questions and no clear answers. Most of the time the soon to be ex wife finds that there are a lot of roadblocks to her trip toward life alone. Her needs are many, her options are few. Better check with the writers...

The Art of Vetting and Paying Taxes

Oops, and another one bites the dust. So now Tom Daschle has had to withdraw from his nomination to the Health and Human Services head position. He is the third nominee who has erred on his income taxes. To me, this brings up two questions about people who work in the Washington arena. Is the vetting process poorly designed? Why are so many of these people having trouble with income taxes?

Most of us have been "vetted" when we apply for jobs. Some of us have been quizzed and investigated extensively in order to get some jobs. When I went to work years ago at NHIC (Texas Medicaid), I was interviewed by several different people and had references checked. Later I worked at an independent medical lab. Again I was screened. When my ex-husband and I were married, he had to go through an extensive background and job check. To this day, I don't know how the screening board found out some of their information. What is wrong with the vetting process for top government posts. I know they have to answer a long list of questions regarding background, finances and information on their spouses and family do. To accept an offer from the President of the United States and not know things like tax issues, to me, just nuts. Anyone who fills out tax forms knows how hard it is. Many of these people make a lot of money, but "forget" to report things.With the amount of money they make, do they not have access to accountants or CPAs? This is not just a Democratic or Republican issue, it is an embarrassment to the Office of the President of the United States. It could be said, President Obama made bad choices. To his credit, he said "I screwed up". To me, maybe someone should take a hard look at the vetting process. Maybe it needs to be changed.

Tim Geithner, Obama's choice to head the Treasury Department brings the tax issue to the front. He didn't pay his taxes right but has since corrected that. Most of the powers of Washington are willing to forgive and forget. According to them he is smart and well qualified for the job of Secretary of the Treasury. If he can make mistakes on his taxes who are we to think ours are right? Maybe we should all write Mr.Geithner and suggest that, once again, we think the tax system stinks and needs to be changed.

It does seem a little funny that the guy in charge of the Treasury did not pay his taxes right. Now I don't feel so bad when I complain about paying mine. Then again, I'm not in Washington.

The Irony of It

Two men are waiting at the gates of heaven and strike up a conversation.

"How'd you die?" the first man asks the second.

"I froze to death," says the second.

"That's awful," says the first man. "How does it feel to freeze to death?"

"It's very uncomfortable at first," says the second man. "You get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But eventually, it's a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of drift off, as if you're sleeping. How about you, how did you die?"

"I had a heart attack," says the first man. "You see, I knew my wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly but found her alone watching television. I ran around the house looking for her lover but could find no one. As I ran up the stairs to the attic, I had a massive heart attack and died."

The second man shakes his head. "That's so ironic," he says.

"What do you mean?" asks the first man.

"If you had only stopped to look in the freezer, we'd both still be alive."

6 + 8 = 14

Giving birth to octuplets is rare. 10 years ago a Houston couple had 8 babies. One died shortly after birth. This family had one older child. Now we hear of a young woman in California who has given birth to octuplets after having fertility treatment. She already had six children ages 7,6,5,3 and 2 year old twins. This does not sound like an infertility problem to me.

I had to take Clomid years ago. It took me a long time to have my first child and to help with my second pregnancy I chose Clomid which is a mild fertility drug which rarely results in more than two babies at once. Lucky me, I got the two. At that time the choices for help were Clomid, ovarian resection or trreatment which was only available at major medical centers. I chose the easiest, safest way first which worked for me, so I was lucky.

The young woman from California apparently chose the fertility treatments which are used more these days and are very expensive. Embryos were implanted hoping that a couple of them would survive. But why did she need fertility treatment in the first place? She obviously had no trouble getting pregnant the first 5 times. Add to this the fact that she is a young, single woman who lives with her parents and her six children. Six kids are expensive but fourteen kids could cost a couple of million dollars . Add to this the fact that no-one knows yet how the octuplets will fare. It is not uncommon for premature babies like these to have life long problems. I don't even want to think about the hospital bill or the doctor bills. And that is just while they are still in the hospital. The cost will go on for a long time. There have already been people donating to help defray the costs.

To me there are a lot of questions about all of this. Many medical ethicists are struggling with the decison made by this young woman and her doctors. Most fertility specialists say they would not implant any more than two to four embryos at any one time.When a woman has a multiple pregnancy it is both difficult for the mother and the growing babies. Should the doctors have implanted that many embryos? Will she be able to provide for all her children without help from others? Will the state end up paying for their care? Will she get a cable channel show about them? That would probably help. I understand her father is planning to go back to Iraq to do contract work to help with expenses.He also told the media that they have a really large house which, according to him, the media will never find.

There are a lot of couples who are desperate to have children, even one. They spend thousands of dollars on the chance of have a child. Some succeed but others don't. I have a great deal of empathy for these people. At first I was astounded that this woman was able to deliver so many babies. It is a marvel that they are all apparently healthy. But, now I have to wonder if this woman really needed fertility treaments. So many questions, so few answers.

What Do You Mean You Don't Have Time?

Busy? No time? Yeah right...get off the poker table! I don't really know what this says about the situation, but it seems funny to me. Jimmy spends almost all his non-working time playing poker on line with his friends. They chat, tell jokes and talk about all sorts of things while they play.Is he addicted to this? Maybe. Maybe it is a stress relief. Then again...?

One of the guys that Jimmy works with has been getting movies on his computer. Last week he streamed one over to Jimmy's laptop. It took forever. As far as I am concerned, not my problem. Jimmy was a little astonished that it took so many hours. Yeah, and how long does he play poker each day? Talk about a long time. He comes home from work, grabs his laptop and starts playing poker. He stops just long enough to eat when I tell him that supper is ready. Then back to the game he goes. He continues to play after I go to bed. Sometimes on the week-ends he plays way into the early morning. Then he sleeps longer. Hum...When he gets up, back to the poker table. We lead such and exciting life...

I nearly fell over the other day when his friend asked him if he had watched the movie yet. "I've got some more..." Jimmy actually said "When do I have time?" What? I thought to myself he could just not play poker for a couple of hours, right? What do you mean, you don't have time? Jeez! Pry your fingers off the game and push play on the movie!

Personally I don't know how anyone can sit in a chair (recliner no less) with a laptop sitting on a tray table playing poker, or any game, for hours on end. If I tried that, something would hurt after a while. Either my eyes would start to swim, my shoulders, neck, elbows, or hand would soon be screaming objections. Just how does he do it? Beats me. But he says he hasn't had time to watch a movie, yeah right. Humph.

Good Grief, Not Again!

Ok, so, the feds have poured my money into companies who have made bad decisions. And some have done stupid things before, during and after getting my money. Remember the auto execs flying on corporate jets to Washington? Many of us are still wondering why there seems to be no end to bone head moves. And just why won't the banks fess up to what they have done with the money?

Remember a few years ago a top dog guy got in trouble for buying a very expensive shower curtain? A couple of thousand dollars it cost, I think. Guess some people have short memories. Yeah, let's re-decorate the office and keep the cost to about $1 million. Cough, say what? Yeah, some body better back pedal fast on that one.

At least one company got caught and had to change it's plans. Citigroup apparently could not hide the new jet order from the press. They insist that the new jet would be bought after selling it's other two jets. The money did not come from taxpayers. More like "oops, caught again..." I understand the White House pressured the head boys at Citigroup to re-think the purchase of the new, sleek french jet. Aha.

Does anyone in Washington care that there are people losing their jobs all over this country? Just how do the banks that took the TARP money get away without transparency it how the money is used? Banks are buying banks, but not loaning money to the public. Ceos and other executives are still getting big bonuses. Way to go guys. Why don't you give a cup of coffee to the guy in the unemployment line? How about a spa vacation? Good grief!

It Will Get Better, Right?

Ah, it's Friday. Maybe this weekend will be at least quiet. These days I almost never know which annoyance will raise it's ugly head first. I keep thinking that I should just let things go and be cool. But sometimes that is not all that easy. Ever find yourself feeling like every one and every thing irritates you? Yeah, we all know the drill; step back, relax, forgive. uh huh.

Every time I walk around the back of our building, I feel a tweak of irritation as I walk the dogs to their duty calls. The neighbor next to us put a sign in her living room window telling "me" not to let my dog poop around her area, and that it is against the law not to pick up poop. First, mine don't poop under her windows and second there is no law in the county about poop pick up. Third, the lady who keeps half a dozen kids during the week has a dog, Lucy, which she turns loose, sans leash, to run free to do poop any where she wants. But, unofficially, I think I am being blamed. Just cross me on it woman.

Since the weather has been semi-warm all week I have had to listen to the dulcet tones (not) of children screeching as they play on the postage stamp patio of the babysitting lady. Couple this with the times she leaves her dog alone on the patio to yelp and complain, I wonder where peace and quiet went. I feel a little like repeating Greta Garbo's line of "I want to be left alone."

To top it all off Jimmy has been in a "mood" and won't say much more than "I want to be left alone." Maybe it is just a phase, a mid-life crisis? Of course the natural tendency to this would be to ask "What did I do to you" and of course the answer is "It's not you, it's me". Ah, at least we have two tv's. We can each be alone...

So, I will close with this...

One day the zookeeper noticed that the monkey was reading two books--the Bible and Darwin's "The Origin of Species."

In surprise, he asked the monkey, "Why are you reading both those books?"

"Well," said the monkey, "I just wanted to know if I was my brother's keeper or my keeper's brother."

DMX - Not The Place I Want To Be

Poor rapper DMX is in jail in Arizona. Poor Baby. He did the crime and has to do the time in pink. Sheriff Joe Arpaio runs a tough jail in Maricopa County. He makes the inmates wear pink jail uniforms. He is known for his tough, no nonsense approach. But poor DMX is not happy because he thinks the pink jail clothes are disrespectful!

DMX is complaining that being in jail and wearing pink is "not where I want to be". So what does he want? He's in jail for numerous felonies but he is complaining about the pink uniforms! Maybe he'd like some designer duds? Poor fella just does not understand the concept of jail. Just how does a pink jailhouse frock disrespect him? My answer, if you get caught committing crimes in Maricopa County,Arizona, be prepared to be "pretty in pink" while serving your time in jail. Jail is not a country club, at least in that county.

Personally I have no problems with the jail clothes. Jail is tough and it is supposed to be. Felony crimes are not funny. I guess DMX thinks he is special. My answer? Hey, DMX, if you want to do the crime, don't do it in Maricopa County Arizona.

Just Another Day in Paradise

I guess it is going to be another one of those blah days. I ate my cereal this morning- blah. I can't seem to think of anything to do today that is not blah.

I hope the little sparrows who are trying to build a home inside the open space above one of the living room windows are having a good time. My computer desk is right in front of this window, so I keep hearing noises and seeing birds bumping around the window. Alfred Hitchcock, are you watching?

Since it is chilly outside, I have no desire to take the dogs outside although Daisy might disagree with me. I also, thankfully, don't have to go anywhere so I won't have to fight with the gear shift. We still can't figure out what is wrong, but it seems to work better when it is warmer outside. Good thing we don't live up north. The car shop across the street wanted $60 to $120 just to "diagnose" the problem. Humph.

I guess I just feel lazy today. What? As opposed to any other day? Maybe I should water the poinsettias which are still blooming and putting on new leaves.

I did find this funny...

A new pastor moved into town and went out one Saturday to visit his parishioners. All went well until he came to one house. It was obvious that someone was home, but no one came to the door even after he had knocked several times. Finally, he took out his card, wrote on the back "Revelation 3:20" and stuck it in the door. (Revelation 3:20 reads: "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hear my voice, and opens the door, I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he will with me.")

The next day, as he was counting the offering he found his card in the collection plate. Below his message was a notation "Genesis 3:10" ("And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked.").

Can't Smell the Roses or Cigarettes?

Last night Jimmy was standing outside smoking when our neighbor across the walk also came out to smoke. They chatted for a few minutes. During their chat, our neighbor told Jimmy that he was able to sneak outside for a smoke because his wife was taking a shower. She has no sense of smell so she doesn't know that he smokes. He smokes outside and keeps the cigarettes and lighter in his car which she does not ever use. Since they have a little boy who is not yet two she always drives her suv. He usually works nights and she works days most of the time. So I guess it is possible she is not aware of his cigarette habit.

I know there are many reasons people have either a decreased sense of smell or none at all. I get that. But what I found funny was the fact that this woman must be really dumb or maybe he is . He thinks that she will never discover that he smokes since she can't smell anything. Yeah, my evil twin has been thinking of a plot to let her know her husband smokes. Oh sure, it is not my business. But I have to wonder is this woman is really clueless. She is a bit of a "I'm better than you" type person. I just find it hard to believe that she has never seen any evidence. He tosses the butts in the grass between our buildings where Jimmy throws his.

Maybe I am just a curious person by nature. I think I would know. Then again I have a good sense of smell. What if while he was sneaking a smoke she suddenly thought of something she needed to tell him? Or what if the phone rang and the call was for her husband? And how long will it be before the kid finds out and babbles the truth? I'm sure this husband thinks he will never be discovered. She'll never find out. Well, at least I find this amusing, for now...

Stuck in Park, No Movement Here

Ever have a day that starts off wrong? I'm having that kind of day. We've been having a problem with the Trans Am which is to say the least, irritating. In order to get the car out of park you have to step on the brake and push in the button on the shift lever to get the car into gear. It has become harder and harder to get it out of park. So of course today I have several errands to run, including paying bills and getting stamps to pay those bills as well as pick up a couple of grocery items. I get in the car, start it, press the brake and push the gear shift button. Nothing. The more I try the madder I get. What really maddens me is the thought of having to wait until Jimmy gets home to see if he can get it to work. That irritates me cause I would rather not have to do things later in the afternoon. Traffic around here after 2:00pm is horrible. I'm steamed!

I talked to a car care guy who said that the problem is that when you step on the brake, that sends electricity to a little motor on the gear shift assembly to unlock it. He thinks that is wearing out. I had to laugh cause when he said I could replace this thing or just remove the "stupid thing" as he called it. He said "it's a pretty stupid safety device anyway". Yeah, thanks. I talked to him in December and Jimmy was going to see about getting someone to remove it. Well of course that has not happened yet. Now I'm stuck!

So, since I can't apparently go anywhere I do need to download some forms so that I can send off for a rebate on a computer program we bought. So I have to download another program so that I can print the papers to send off to get the lousy $10.00 rebate. I wait and wait to get all this done. Finally I have everything ready to mail. Oh wait, I can't do that cause I don't have any stamps which I was going to get this morning but... This may become one of those days when people may need to stay out of my way. So where did I put the vodka? Grrr....Maybe tomorrow will be better? Yeah, right.

Brain Sex??

Until last night I had never heard of this. Go ahead and laugh. But after thinking about it, it could make some sense. I was watching "Brothers and Sisters" last night when Kitty and Robert were in his office talking. Well, as they said they were having a spirited discussion. They were really enjoying the sharing of ideas, viewpoints and information. In the scene, after the discussion, they called their conversation "brain sex". Huh? That is what I thought. They said they felt such joy and passion after their discussion that it was not unlike, well sex.

I thought this was an interesting concept. How many times do we have really good, fun discussions with our spouses/partners? Thinking about this, it really does make some kind of sense. I know people that I find interesting and enjoy talking to them. But I don't see them every day. So I don't get to have spirited discussions about things. And lets face it, after you have been married a while how often do you really talk about or discuss things. Many people joke about how well a couple knows each other that they can finish each other's sentences. They know what opinions each other has. But given the show's characters description of their vibrant discussions, how often do we have great "brain sex"? Hum...