Amazing

Surprise, Surprise!!

  Please forgive me, but someone has to say it:  the drug companies must think everyone is brainless!!!  Now they're telling the public that you can go blind from "Viagra."  BFD!  My mother told me that when I was a child - that you can go blind from "it,"  if you don't have a partner that is.  (LOL, trying my best to keep my blog "clean.")

Janet Memed Me!

  OK  Janet (Cog Blog) here it is!!

1. Total volume of music files on my computer: 
   60+k
2. The last CD I bought was:  having been a 
   DJ/KJ, it's hard to remember, could be a
   Billie Holiday karaoke CD, or Alanis 
   Morissette, Jewel, Sheryl Crow,Enya, Natalie
   Merchant, Cher, or all of them! 
3. Song playing right now: "Rock Me Tonight
   (Billy Squire)
4. Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a 
   lot to me:
   1. "Lady in Red"
   2. "You Oughta Know" Alanis Morissette (shh,
      don't tell anybody!  My bad girl "I hate
      men" song)
   3. "Helplessly Hoping" Crosby, Stills, Nash 
      and "Nothing Else Matters" Metallica (TIE)
   4. "The Rose"  Bette Midler (or Trudie Winters
      lol - my signature song)
   5. "Tanta Voglia Di Lei"  (Italian song)

  Please feel free to let me know what your results are - or of course your anticipated criticism!  Any feedback appreciated!

Congratulations Ms. Jumbledmind!!

Congratulations, Ms. Jumbledmind (Jo)!!!! you are the 100th commenter on this blog!!!  Here's a prize from me to you!!

Yo, George! Check this Out!!

   
    My son, the avid Star Wars freak, got tickets to see the premier at 00:02, Thursday am and took his father to see it.  Of course there are rave reviews.  I suppose that I will get to see it when all the hype wears down, or when it's released on DVD.
   Yes, everyone and their uncle have been putting Star Wars pictures on their blog.  That's not why I am, though.  Yoda is here to check out my brilliant idea!
    OK, OK, OK, check this out!!!  What would be the absolutely outstanding beyond words finale to the Star Wars legend??  GET JACKIE CHAN IN THE MOVIE!!!!  With Jackie's talent and George's, it would go down in history as THE BEST EVER MOVIE!!
    Well think about it!  Jackie Chan is THE most creative stunt mind on earth.  Not only that, he is funny, tough, and sexy all at the same time.  He creates and does all of his own stunts, is a great director, and a fine actor.  Can you imagine Jackie, Owen Wilson and Yoda as a team?  That would be truly AMAZING!!!

Check it Out

Just for the heck of it, try this test.  Yes, I got it from another blog.  I got it from "Living a Layne Doe Life."  Here's a cup of coffee so you can relax a little.  BTW, these are my scores.  Thank God for dictionaries and spell checks!  I'm the one complaining????  OOPS!  What's even worse is that I made an error in the last blog, which has been corrected.  Thank you, Ms. Librarian.  I thought I was being careful.  Don't worry, I'm not going to say that my great English skills have been corrupted by all of the people who mess up.  Maybe I understand more now.  Magine?

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100%

Punctuation: 60%

Spelling: 60%

Vocabulary: 20%

Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

Apostrophiles

    OK, sometimes a spelling error can be caused by a typo.  My question is this:  why do people go nuts with apostrophes?  It seems like any word that ends in "s" requires an apostrophe before it, unless of course the noun is possessive.  In that case, it's fine to take it or leave it.
    I'm sorry, I just have to cringe.  Here's a good bad example:  Out of all the boy's and girl's in fifth grade, Janes score was the highest.
    It's not all that difficult!!  Apostrophes are either placed in a contraction where one or more letters are missing (doesn't), or to show possession (the girl's hand).  More than one girl?  (The girls' hands)
     Correction for the above bad example:  Out of all the boys and girls in fifth grade, Jane's score was the highest.
    OK, I know I'm not perfect, I'm sure that mistakes get by me when I post.  I do correct them if I see them.  So, do you think, if you're (OOPS! Thank you for the correction!) an apostrophile, you could just try my suggestions above?  There are support groups for apostrophiles such as Apostrophilics Annonymous.  Check your local yellow pages for listings and may the Force be with you!

Disgruntled Angel

(Please click on pix for larger view, Thanx!)
   
OK, I said I wouldn't keep posting on my Maltese aka German Shepherd, Angel, but I couldn't resist.  He's got so much spunk and is even more stubborn than I am!  The one thing that really bothers me is that he goes postal when I give him a bath.
    Keep in mind that he's a WHITE dog.  I am a responsible and loving human.  He had a bath last night because of some sticky icky on his butt.  When only certain areas need to be washed, that's what gets washed in between baths.  Angel is a high maintenance dog.  I even have to brush his teeth with the muzzle on.  He used to be a lot more docile, and allow me to do what I had to do.  I don't know what to do with him, I just want to snuggle with him and he starts to growl. 
    He did have a situation with a groomer a few years ago.  This idiot shaved him bald on his underside, and nicked him in several places.  I was outraged.  Poor honey.  After that episode, I borrowed my son's Flowbee (you use it with a vacuum cleaner and it sucks up the hair and chops it off at a chosen length).   Well, that worked great, and we were both happy.  The only problem was that his hair is so thick, it was clogging the cutting device.
     His aggression may also be a product of my trying to teach him to smile.  I thought it would be just too funny to take him to see Santa and tell him to smile for the picture.  Magine??  I knew a man who had a pit bull and he smiled without getting aggressive, so I thought my little darling would cooperate.  Oh he would smile when I said "smile" but then he would get really aggressive and attack me.  Anybody have any suggestions??
    The top picture was when he was cooperative, and the bottom picture is after he has lost the battle of the bath.

Does Spelling Matter?

    I don't know about anyone else, but does spelling matter to you?  I guess I'm OCD about spelling.  I find myself reading blogs and cringing when there is a misspelled word.  I try very hard not to misspell words, and even use the spell checker before I post.  Do misspelled words give the impression that the author either doesn't know what they are talking about, or is not very intelligent?
     I went through my school days, and college under the gun about spelling.  Points were lost for misspelled words.  My son brought home his report card several years ago, and I wanted to scream!  There were three misspelled words on the printed report card form!
    On the other hand, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae.
    The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.  Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
    Fcuknig amzanig huh?

I LOVERMONT (2)

    After making the right, there was snow everywhere, and it was still snowing.  My bald tires did not grip the road, so again I was driving slowly so I wouldn't slide off the road.  I had to pull over several times because everyone else must have either been well equipped for the snowy road, or had a death wish.  I was so tired, I just wanted to be there already.  "Now what, Flake?" I asked.  She started to look up and to the left, I asked her what she was looking for, and she told me a chalet.  "A chalet?" I asked.  I figured there had to be more than one chalet by Mount Snow.  Flake told me to go up a road that was like a cul-de-sac, but when I say "up," I mean UP.  There were four houses up there, and I just hoped one of them was "the chalet."
    I made the left turn to up the hill and apparently didn't give it enough gas.  All of a sudden we started to slide back down the hill!!  The only thing I could do was steer into the snow on the side to keep us from sliding back onto the highway.  Now I was getting flack from the both of them because I "got" stuck!  So, with great joy, I told them they would have to get out and push the car.  They got out and started to push the car, and I gunned it and made it up the hill, but the tires spun, and got them full of salt and snow.  Needless to say, I had to hear about that, too.
    They got back in the car and Flake was looking at the houses.  Finally, she said, "I think this is the one."  I told her to go to the door and make sure.  As I pulled up to the house, the car slid sideways into a nice parking spot.  It was a miracle!! It was the right house.
    The two of them were well rested but I went into the house, sat on the couch, and promptly fell sound asleep and didn't wake up until the morning.
    Saturday was a lot of fun, of course we didn't ski, but we knew how to "party."  We went out to go to a local bar for "happy hour" and that's when I noticed the dent in my car.  Apparently the mail man hit my car and neglected to mention it.
    After happy hour, we went back to the chalet and had dinner.  Then we started to party!  I was so wasted that I began to entertain the troops with Corny magic tricks and balancing a beer bottle on my knee.  I had been totally quiet until then.  Mike gave us nicknames, "Snow Flake," and Helen was "Snow Drift."  I asked what mine was, and Mike said, "you?  You're blizzard!!!"
    To this day Flake has not lived down "go to Vermont and make a right" and that was almost 30 years ago!

This post is dedicated to the memory of "Helen" who has since passed away.

 

I LOVERMONT (1)

    Flake, Bone, Helen and I got acquainted with a really fun group of guys that worked for the telephone company.  I felt very comfortable with them because at the time I worked for Bell Labs - back in the day before the split up of poor old Ma Bell.  The Phone guys rented a chalet at Mount Snow during the winter and they would go up there to ski on weekends.
    Somehow Flake got us invited so we began to make plans to go.  Bone couldn't come, so it was just Helen, Flake and me.  The other ladies were not working at the time because they were independantly wealthy.  I on the other hand worked a half hour from my apartment.  Usually I would be the driver but my car had bald tires.  I tried to get one of the other girls to use their car - with no luck.
    Finally the Friday came when we were supposed to go.  Thanks to Mom Nature, it rained so much there were floods all over the area and my half hour drive home took two and a half hours in bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I was beat, but I managed to collect myself, put hot rollers in my hair, and pick up Flake and Helen.
    I casually checked out a map on how to get to Vermont because Flake said she had directions once we got to Vermont.  Naturally I drove my bald tired car, and away we went.  Flake rode shotgun and Helen and her bottle of blackberry brandy were in the back seat.  They were bitching and moaning the whole way there because I got home so late.  Helen wouldn't let me have any of her brandy, and I was not allowed to imbibe in any recreational drugs whatsoever.  Good thing.
    The Garden State parkway in New Jersey wasn't too bad, but once we got to the New York State Thruway, things got really ugly.  It was so foggy it was like driving through a giant cotton ball!  On the radio they announced not to go on the Thruway, the gov. declared a "State of Emergency" because of the fog and there were warnings not to drive.  Then came the grumbling from the back seat because I was taking too long.  I would have pulled over if I could have seen where "over" was.  I had to follow the lines painted on the road and look out for other cars.  To go over 25 would have been suicide.
    Finally the fog eased up and the signs for Vermont started coming up.  By this time Flake and Helen were sleeping.  Finally after driving almost 9 hours since work,  I woke up Flake and I said, "Hey, Flake, we're in Vermont, what do I do now?"  She was still groggy, but told me "make a right."   I stopped the car dead and looked at her and said, "I thought you had directions, I didn't know they were going to be "go to Vermont and make a right!!"