- It seems that there is a question about who will own your emails, web photo albums and other online flotsam after your death. The rationale is that our computers and email accounts are a kind of filing cabinet. Some lawyers feel that the information and access to online accounts should be available to immediate family members at the death of a loved one. Though I agree with the premise of this, in reality I'm quite sure that if my family gets access to all my digital assets (and I use the terms oh-so-loosely), there's a good chance someone will go to my grave, dig me up, and tell me I'm not going anywhere till I clean up that mess.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Well, it's Friday and time to air out any unanswered questions, question any world wide weirdness, confuse news and dust it all with a scant bit of rant.
I'm an ambivert, more or less equal parts introvert and extrovert. Occasionally, I find interesting articles on the subject, like Move Over Extroverts, Here Come the Ambiverts (Forbes), which addresses extroverts and ambiverts in business and sales. On a day to day basis, I think it would be more apt to call it applied personality dichotomy. There's a division between the way people might think I am - and the actual way I am. Sometimes, I'm not sure of where the line is, either.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
I've had a lingering sense of the blues lately; tough to shake. Certainly, I've not cornered the market on that feeling. To combat that malaise, I've been walking around the fields, checking out the bird feeders and nests, poking in the garden and visiting the cows at the fence line. This is my non-stressful exercise loop.
Today, however, all that changed when my dear Hubzam sent me a link to a news story about a herd of cows that killed a woman in Austria. You heard that right, it just takes twenty sweet moo-moos to turn regular Patricia into Cow Patty.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Last night, our area was just pummeled with hail, thunderstorms and heavy winds; I drifted off in a fretful sleep and immediately started to dream about my childhood. Like my actual childhood, a lot of the dream was spent on a bike with the vague sense that my best buddy was riding along with me. We were carrying pieces of wood and laughing as we tried to peddle and hold on to long, cumbersome boards.
Monday, July 28, 2014
In the novel Fifty Shades of Grey, by British author E. L. James, billionaire Christian Grey finds himself attracted to college graduate, Anastasia Steele.
The only thing I like about this book is that Anastasia Steele graduated from college and found a job.
Preemptively, I've been told I may be prudish or that I just need to read the whole series, yada yada yada. That's not going to happen because putting more money in E.L. James' hand will just encourage her to write more. The bottom line is that I resent any of the overt sexual antics that just whacks the intimacy out of intimacy.
You're going to have to be okay with me having an opinion that veers away from the popular trend, great big world.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Thanks to the Armchair Squid for hosting the Cephalopod Coffeehouse, on online gathering of bloggers who love books. If you're interested, please sign the link list at the end of this post.
The idea is simple: on the last Friday of each month, post about the best book you've finished over the past month while visiting other bloggers doing the same. In this way, we'll all have the opportunity to share our thoughts with other enthusiastic readers.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Out and about, running errands and everywhere I turn, I see something that makes me want to do a mini-rant, starting with this good news - our local fast food restaurant is NOW HIPING. I'm not sure how many other restaurants are hiping, but I'm glad to see that this one is; it might be at the forefront of the whole hiping movement.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Kids are funny. If you're lucky, they're funny without embarrassing the stew out of you. As someone who has spent a great amount of time with kids, I've heard some really funny stories that their parents might not be too keen on, if they knew they were "sharing."
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Hurricanes and snow storms have been tied to dramatic spikes in the number of births reported at hospitals in the past. Just for the record, I'm not pulling stats here, folks - just reading the news. Without going into too much detail, that spike just might make sense, if you think about it. Bad weather, job cancellation, can't travel, more time together with your mate...yada, yada, yada...here's junior.
Reporter John Moritz of the McClatchy Washington Bureau claims that nine months after the federal shutdown that crippled many federal functions, D.C. hospitals reported a spike in births.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Though I know they are prolific, and that I only have a few recipes for zucchini, I still bought a four-pack of plants for my garden. The only zucchini they had at the local nursery were in a four-pack; so how bad could it be? Hubzam actually told me to just throw away three of the plants. Well, gee whiz, that just sounds wasteful! So, four plants went in the ground.
They grew amazingly fast. Did you just say, "Duh?" Hush.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Today's blog post is dedicated to all sisters who are self-deprecating and who just can't let it go...Sadly, everyone in my family loves to take pictures, which means I will be haunted till my dying days by closed eye freeze framed mid-sentence fright faces, poorly timed flash, and bad fashion history.
This is an exact transcription of a conversation I had with my sister over her posting of the picture seen below of Cherdo (left) and Sister D (right).
Sister D: Inspired? Lol
Cherdo: Yes, to create toddler girdles.
Sister D: Did we have worms or something?
Sister D: Overfeed those children!
Cherdo: I was dragging you to the chow line.
Sister D: Bloated bellied starving children.
Cherdo: ....where did I put those other terrible Sister D pictures....
Sister D: At least you didn't have to wear the dumb bathing suit.
Cherdo: Oh, yeah, my suit is a knockout. :-|
Sister D: I couldn't get cute braids. Boy hair! Ughhh
Cherdo: Yeah, those braids covered all my figure flaws...NOT.
Sister D: My head looks like a melon.
Sister D: I ALWAYS wear socks to the pool.
Cherdo: Why am I smiling? What do I have to smile about? I'm standing in weeds and my toddler cellulite is chaffing my inner sausage-legs.
Cherdo: And I don't have glasses on, so I can't even see my own humiliation.
Sister D: Someone said "ice Cream"?
Sister D: At least you could get your legs together. I clearly could not.
Cherdo: I need to put a caption over my head, "Hey, more food over there! Come on, Sister D!"
All you sisters out there have a good weekend.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
All I wanted was a door.
Everyone I know has a decent door; really, they do. It's not too much to ask. Armed with the minimum math skills necessary to make a purchase, Hubzam and I ventured out into the community to find our new door. We had desire, transportation, cash, and enthusiasm. Basically, we should be a sales rep's dream couple. Arriving at the big box store, we made a beeline for the doors and hardware. My education began immediately.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Trust your government. They are looking out for you.
The land of healthcare used to be my domain in my working years and I frequently found myself preparing for audits, reviews and inspections. If you've never been through an inspection by a government agency, you don't know what you are missing. Layer upon layer of bureaucracy resulted in sensible rules, crazy rules and pure "Gotcha!"
Monday, July 14, 2014
Frequently, I've had occasion to read the long, complicated instructions and warnings that accompany medications, chemicals, cleaning products and even mechanical items requiring assembly. Okay, okay...I get it. There are risks, especially in the case of medications and chemical type concoctions. Someone could get hurt for reasons that never entered their minds until they read the all important package insert, assuming they actually did that before they got a rash, burning sensation or ate the small pieces they needed to complete assembly of some household item.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Welcome to the Songs of Summer bloghop, hosted by the Armchair Squid, Cygnus and Suze. Let's look at five favorite summer songs and and the memories that go along with them. We're looking to build the perfect soundtrack to accompany us over the next few months. Please follow the links and visit my pals' most excellent blogs!
The hosts asked: What songs bring back the sunscreen and beach-sand to you? What songs defined your one perfect summer, be it decades ago or just getting started with today's solstice?
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
|Bird in the wild, practically naked, resting in the nest. Alone. So very cold and alone.|
|Much happier, more secure bird. Just a reminder: I am available to assist Mother Nature. [That is one busy cartoon]|
Tonight, I'm too distracted by a thunder storm to think of anything to write. I confess: I'm worried about the baby birds outside, which is always weird because they don't need a single thing from me. Rationally, I know this, but the rain is so cold and the wind has been whipping around the house, bringing branches down in the yard. The big oak outside my window could stand to shed a few dead branches; that's not a big deal, but I'm seeing bird nests on the ground, too! Yikes! Hopefully, those are old (and yes, I did check the ground for fledglings!). I've been like this for years, no use denying it.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Let's jump right into the issue at hand: I love quirky shoes and clothes, but I've gotten into a rut in my day to day routine. In past posts, with mocking tones, I reflected on the "uniform" of my pre-married Hubzam - only to realize I had adapted my own form of "Momiform." The Momiform does everything but shout: "I'm not going anywhere today but the laundry room."
Friday, July 4, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Answers posted tomorrow. May the force be with you.
- This president really was born on the 4th of July (please sing happy birthday to him tomorrow).
- Did you think that the Declaration of Independence was signed on the 4th of July? Wrong-o. How many people actually signed it on that day?
- What year did July 4th become a federal holiday?
- Who wrote the Pledge of Allegiance?
- What did Yankee Doodle call the feather in his hat?
- Another name for Veteran's Day is...
- There were thirteen original colonies that became states...but what was the 14th?
- Who was the first president to get married while in office?
- Who was the first president who was actually born in America?
- One of the signers of the Declaration of Independence was a shoemaker - who was it?
- Who was the only president who passed away before his parents?
- What's the largest city in the United States - in square miles, not population?
- Who was the first president to have been born in a hospital?
- Three American presidents died on July 4th - who were they?
- This president laid the cornerstone for the Washington monument, became sick with cholera later that night and died five days later - who was it?
- Why were the stars (representing states) in a circle on the first flag?
- Who was the first president to appear on television?
- To show his disdain for ceremony, this president greeted ambassadors in his pajamas.
- His pet parrot had to be removed from his funeral - he was screaming obscenities at the mourners.
- Who was the only president elected unanimously?
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Just added a button to follow Cherdo on the Flipside. Why did I not do this earlier? Every time I visit one of my smarter blogger friend's blogs, I realize how little I know. Input welcome, smart peeps.
We live...we learn. Old dogs can learn new tricks. Maybe one day, soon, I'll stop putting two spaces after my sentences. Maybe.
We live...we learn. Old dogs can learn new tricks. Maybe one day, soon, I'll stop putting two spaces after my sentences. Maybe.
Dear Revelers and Celebrators of Independence and Mirth:
July 4th will soon be upon us and everyone is stocking up on charcoal, fireworks, potato salad and "beverages". On behalf of my dog, Coco, please let me request that you kindly consider taking the celebration down just a notch this year and maybe even avoid some of the unnecessary noise that goes on long into the night. No one loves a party more than yours truly, but there are some considerations that might help us reach a compromise.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Never let it be said that I ignore my readers' requests.
For all sisters, everywhere, this has been a public service announcement. You'll thank me later. It's not too late for you to still live a normal, productive life...
[I apologize if you got this twice! Of course, I found a typo. Argh...]