Monday, November 24, 2014

I Was Born At the Wrong Time

I was not made for smart phones or texting.
I was not made companies keeping you on the phone for ten minutes punching buttons just to get to a live person for one should be simple question.
And once you get to a live person, they ask you all the questions you had to type into the phone.
And you can barely understand them.

I am tired of companies robo calling me.
But, I also miss when dr.'s offices would call with a reminder.
Most don't anymore.
The ones that do have gone to automated messaging.
I think I would rather have no call.

I hate self-checkout.
Someday every place will be that way.
Like full-serve and self-serve gas.
Let's just do their work and pay the same amount of money.

Except at first, self-serve gas was cheaper.

Stretchy jeans are the bane of my existence.
If I had no butt, I would buy men's jeans.
They don't have to put up with them.

I miss cash.
You know that green stuff that some places don't accept anymore?
I find it nice to have a big wad of cash.
Actually, I assume it would be nice.

But, if I were born in a different era, I'd probably know.

You can argue that I would make less, but we all know that argument is invalid.
Wages have been stagnant for years.

I am not sure when would be a good time for me.
I just miss simplicity.

Monday, November 17, 2014

For The Spark Butt




 I don't know if you have seen my post regarding Sparkle, aka The Spark Butt. This is her being all Batman like.

Sparkle has always been special.
Special, as in short bus special.
But, also special in that she showed smarts when you least expected it and she would follow people around wherever they went.

Sparkle came to us by way of a family friend.
She was born in a hay loft and at the ripe old age of three days, she wondered away and almost fell out of the loft.
She got rescued but the momma cat rejected her because of human contact.
So, she was brought to us.
Look at how little she was. We had to get medicine to keep her eyes open and feed her with a bottle. She slept with a beanie cat and a heating pad.
She would crawl inside my slippers and get snug and very stuck.

After a couple years in the house, she went to live outside and she did remarkably well.
Didn't go after birds, but she ate her fair share of bugs.

Our other house cat always hated her, but she made friends with a few other tuxedo kitties outside.

Her current buddy is Minnie. They'd get into it, but for the most part were buds.

Sparkle was found dead Friday night. Not sure how she died, but she has left a void.
She was ten.

She drove us nuts, but she could always make you smile.

Minnie is very sad. She knows and came over when we buried Sparkle.

Sparkle was great.
She bounded after people and lapped up water like a dog.
She loved climbing ladders and nuzzling.


So long, Spark Butt!

 

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Needy or Mentally Ill

Last night I watched Criminal Minds.
I love that show!

But, the show was about a selfie killer.
Reid said something interesting.
There have been studies showing that selfies are linked to mental illness.

I had a thought.
I am gonna have to look that one up.
And it's true.
Check it out~

A few months back, I went to a funeral and the pastor said that "Selfies are selfish".
They seem a bit self-absorbed, but I wouldn't quite go to selfish.

The occasional selfie is understandable, but the need to continually take them seems a little over the top.
Or, one could say needy, sad, or the rather harsh mentally ill.

The article states a lot of selfie takers have BDD or body dysmorphic  disorder.
I know a lot of people that seem to just want attention.

"You look hot!"
"How beautiful."
"Oooh, you're sick. Sads."

That is another thing.
Why does anyone take a picture of themselves when they are sick?
I don't get it.

Maybe that is the mentally ill part of all of it.

Selfies need rules.

If no one is available to take your picture, a selfie is OK.
If you are sick or making a duckface, a selfie is NOT OK.
.
If it is a once in a while thing, a selfie is OK.
If you just took a selfie in the last hour or two AND posted it, posting another selfie is NOT OK.

And for the love of all that's holy, do not selfie while eating food. That is never OK.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Making My Own State

The Wednesday after an election is always interesting.
There is a lot of  "This sucks!" and also a lot of "In your face!"

I am so over this crap.
People go back and forth between parties.
It's like they are little kids on a swing set.
Back and forth and back and forth.

Red state.
Blue state.

Who freakin' cares?
Does it have to be all about the party?
It shouldn't be, but it is.

Even George Washington said a two party system was not a good thing.
But, he's dead so what does he know, right?

My governor, Terry Brandstad got reelected.
He is known to me, unaffectionately, as The Chipmunk. Tell me those cheeks don't scream chipmunk.
There are better pictures, but I couldn't find them right now.
My dad calls him Bumstead or Braindead.

Next, we have King Turd. Excuse me, Steve King.
He got reelected too.

Obviously, I am not a fan.

But, what I want to know is why everyone cries and whines about nothing changing in Washington and we need to throw them all out.
But, not their guy. He can stay. He is not the problem.

Then, there is Joni Ernst. You may have heard of her. Jimmy Fallon mentioned her hog castration ad on his show.


I didn't vote for her. Or Bruce Braley.
But, what she has going for her is that she is a change.
For better or worse, it remains to be seen.

But, because I am sick of being labeled red or blue or conservative or liberal, I have decided to grant myself state status.
Make my color a lovely tie dye in rich vibrant tones.
If you vote straight party, you can't come in, cause that is just stupid.
Be an independent thinker.