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| My Grandma thinks I look like my Grandpa Mel. |
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| My name is Mel |
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Woe Unto Me and Deep Agony
I decided to use a different browser so I found one, downloaded it and installed it. Then I tried to figure out how to use it. That is a bigger challenge than I anticipated. At one point I had everything so messed up I thought the only solution was to buy a new computer. I agonized over it the rest of the day. I did this and did that and what happened to the menu bar? I finally accidentally hit the right button or the wrong button and there it was again. You can install add-ons and I did, but now where is it? Not only where is it, how do I use it? I guess the add-ons are tabs at the top. I wanted to make a start up page or home page, whatever it's called. I can't add anything to the body of the so-called page, it just makes another tab when I add something. I haven't even learned how to close a page.
One time when I worked in a warehouse where they packed fruit to be shipped out. They had many workers, and one of the jobs was packing apples. I was also a packer. You had to size the fruit as you packed it. The trays that it's packed in are different sizes. You chose the tray and then chose the apples that fit the tray. If you picked the correct size of apple, your box of apples would go through the scales with no problem. The box had to weigh the correct amount or the box of apples would be brought back to you to repack until you got it right. Legend has it that a man once worked there packing apples. His box of apples was returned so he repacked it and it came back again. After about the fourth time they returned his box of apples, he went to the office and asked how much a box of those apples would cost if he bought one. He paid for the box of apples, came back to his packing rack, picked up the box of apples and took it to a window and tossed it out on the street. I felt like doing that with the computer.
One time when I worked in a warehouse where they packed fruit to be shipped out. They had many workers, and one of the jobs was packing apples. I was also a packer. You had to size the fruit as you packed it. The trays that it's packed in are different sizes. You chose the tray and then chose the apples that fit the tray. If you picked the correct size of apple, your box of apples would go through the scales with no problem. The box had to weigh the correct amount or the box of apples would be brought back to you to repack until you got it right. Legend has it that a man once worked there packing apples. His box of apples was returned so he repacked it and it came back again. After about the fourth time they returned his box of apples, he went to the office and asked how much a box of those apples would cost if he bought one. He paid for the box of apples, came back to his packing rack, picked up the box of apples and took it to a window and tossed it out on the street. I felt like doing that with the computer.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A girl and her family
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| A girl and her Mommy |
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| A girl and her Dad |
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| A girl and her dog |
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| A girl and her best buddy |
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| Who has the most fun. The Dad, the Kid or the Dog. |
Friday, March 18, 2011
That Dreaded Day
I just thought I'd throw this in for those of you that are planning a colonoscopy in your future.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
My Exciting Life
Somewhere at the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold. I am at a loss for anything to write. It’s hard to be nostalgic when you can’t remember anything.
We hate old age, but we do everything we can think of to live longer. Old age is better than the alternative the doctor told me the other day. What is the alternative? We don’t know because nobody ever comes back and explains it to us. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work it’s way through congress or the adoption system.
Well things are moving along or they soon will be. My Colonoscopy is scheduled for April 6th. Just around the corner. I’m so excited about it. I can hardly wait !!! I get to drink a gallon of Golightly that taste a lot like dishwater. I have never indulged in dishwater, but I can imagine what it would be like.
I asked if a person ever gets too old to have one of the things. She said, after 80 it is your option. Not that they can force anybody to have one, but they leave it up to us. It also depends on our general health. She thought I should have this one because they found a pre cancerous polyp the last time and I had colon cancer in 1997. I don’t like being so old, but it’s that sudden stop that concerns me. You know ‘health’ is the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
I need to have vitamin B12 shots the rest of my life. I call them my ‘Tiger blood shots.
I need to add some pictures of a couple Great Grands in case you don’t look at Jim or Cora’s blog.
We hate old age, but we do everything we can think of to live longer. Old age is better than the alternative the doctor told me the other day. What is the alternative? We don’t know because nobody ever comes back and explains it to us. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work it’s way through congress or the adoption system.
Well things are moving along or they soon will be. My Colonoscopy is scheduled for April 6th. Just around the corner. I’m so excited about it. I can hardly wait !!! I get to drink a gallon of Golightly that taste a lot like dishwater. I have never indulged in dishwater, but I can imagine what it would be like.
I asked if a person ever gets too old to have one of the things. She said, after 80 it is your option. Not that they can force anybody to have one, but they leave it up to us. It also depends on our general health. She thought I should have this one because they found a pre cancerous polyp the last time and I had colon cancer in 1997. I don’t like being so old, but it’s that sudden stop that concerns me. You know ‘health’ is the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
I need to have vitamin B12 shots the rest of my life. I call them my ‘Tiger blood shots.
I need to add some pictures of a couple Great Grands in case you don’t look at Jim or Cora’s blog.
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| Chloe having a quiet time |
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| Leah, a happy little girl |
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| Leah's first birthday party |
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| It's casual Friday for Chloe |
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Shower Pictures
Yesterday I attended a shower for Chloe and Cora at Nancy's. Nancy is also Chloe's Nana. Nana also runs the daycare that Chloe will be in, starting tomorrow.
We had a great time. Wonderful food and much fun. A few pictures for you. The babies are cousins.
Chloe has just learned to walk and Leah is walking around things, but not ready to turn loose yet.
We had a great time. Wonderful food and much fun. A few pictures for you. The babies are cousins.
Chloe has just learned to walk and Leah is walking around things, but not ready to turn loose yet.
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| Diaper Cake |
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| She loved the pink Boa. I happened to have it on hand and just threw it in with her gift. |
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| We need to figure out how this works before we go on. |
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| Her cousin, Laura gave her the Panda Bear.Chloe liked it and even gave it a kiss. The baby boy is also a cousin of Chloe. His name is Jonathan. |
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| Leah and her mother, Molly. |
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| Molly and Leah |
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| Molly and Emily |
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
General Rant
My grandson just turned 17 a couple weeks ago. He came by today and told me he was excited because he had been invited to a birthday party of a friend. He said they would ride in a limo and go eat out and then go swimming.
The conversation went like this. He said, "I'll be the only guy there". I said, "Won't you feel funny, being the only guy?" His answer was , "Well, yeah kinda I guess." As an after thought he added, "But, I get to be the only guy going swimming with all those girls." Then he stuck his thumbs up. I said, "I guess your girlfriend will keep you in line." Then he said, "My girlfriend won't be there." I said, "Well that's not good." He said, "But her friends will be there." I said, Oh well, that clears things up considerable, I won't worry about you."
To change the subject, we owe our souls to the company store. That is how the song went, but today we owe our souls to the insurance companies. My car insurance was just raised by $10.00 a month. I called and talked to one of the agents. I thought there must be some logical reason for it. Guess what, there was a rate increase. I thought they just had one of those a few months back. Maybe they need to give their employees a raise. I wish I could call up my employer (social security) and say, "Give me a raise starting this month." Only the insurance company can do that. They didn't even say "please".
I have been buying insurance since about 1950 and had one small fender bender and one bad accident. That was two claims in all those years. When I had the bad accident it was an excuse to raise the insurance a whole lot. After all, I might have another accident in the next 20 years. They need to be reinbursed for that. How about all the folks that pay for insurance all their lives and never file a claim on it.
Maybe they charge by how old the car is. In people years, my car would be 95 years old. It creaks and groans and be careful when you touch anything or might fall off in your hands.
I pay for medicare insurance and supplement insurance and when I had a blood test last week to check on one of my medical conditions, I had to sign a paper that said in case Medicare wouldn't pay I would pay $49.00. It seems that if you have a blood test too often they will not pay for it. If the doctor orders it, why should they not pay for it? Isn't that what insurance is for?
They need to be renamed "Autogreed Company and the Medigreed Company".
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| He no longer has the lip ring because of what the dentist told him. This is an old picture. |
The conversation went like this. He said, "I'll be the only guy there". I said, "Won't you feel funny, being the only guy?" His answer was , "Well, yeah kinda I guess." As an after thought he added, "But, I get to be the only guy going swimming with all those girls." Then he stuck his thumbs up. I said, "I guess your girlfriend will keep you in line." Then he said, "My girlfriend won't be there." I said, "Well that's not good." He said, "But her friends will be there." I said, Oh well, that clears things up considerable, I won't worry about you."
To change the subject, we owe our souls to the company store. That is how the song went, but today we owe our souls to the insurance companies. My car insurance was just raised by $10.00 a month. I called and talked to one of the agents. I thought there must be some logical reason for it. Guess what, there was a rate increase. I thought they just had one of those a few months back. Maybe they need to give their employees a raise. I wish I could call up my employer (social security) and say, "Give me a raise starting this month." Only the insurance company can do that. They didn't even say "please".
I have been buying insurance since about 1950 and had one small fender bender and one bad accident. That was two claims in all those years. When I had the bad accident it was an excuse to raise the insurance a whole lot. After all, I might have another accident in the next 20 years. They need to be reinbursed for that. How about all the folks that pay for insurance all their lives and never file a claim on it.
Maybe they charge by how old the car is. In people years, my car would be 95 years old. It creaks and groans and be careful when you touch anything or might fall off in your hands.
I pay for medicare insurance and supplement insurance and when I had a blood test last week to check on one of my medical conditions, I had to sign a paper that said in case Medicare wouldn't pay I would pay $49.00. It seems that if you have a blood test too often they will not pay for it. If the doctor orders it, why should they not pay for it? Isn't that what insurance is for?
They need to be renamed "Autogreed Company and the Medigreed Company".
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Utter Nonsense
Not much going on. Today I had the mammogram. When I checked in she asked for my ID. Would somebody impersonate me to get a mammogram. Of all things !!! I know, I know. I couldn't care less if they look at my ID. Just so they don't pat me down looking for weapons or bombs. I leave those in the car. JUST KIDDING. When you make a remark like that you might find the bomb squad knocking on your door.
I texted my Grandson today to let him know I would be gone and not to come over. He answered "Wat?"
So I sent it again, "Don't come by at noon today because I am not going to be home." He answered, "Who is this?" I forgot to sign my name. He didn't think Grandma would know how to do something so modern and complex as sending a text message. I had to send one more text that said. "Grandma Minnie".
I once had a dog named Minnie and when he and his brother were little they identified which grandma they meant by calling me Grandma Minnie. My granddaughters called me ,the grandma that lives in the white house. That is a house painted white, not the real White House (as if I had to explain that) My goodness, you might think I'm the president's sister. I'm old enough to be his mother or maybe his grandmother. I'm feeling pretty old.
I am so tired tonight, I went to the mammogram place, two grocery stores and the bank and I feel like I worked all day plowing up the back 40. I am not going to bed before 10 because if I do I will be ready to get up at three in the morning. Four is bad enough.
Do not despair, Spring is on the way.
I texted my Grandson today to let him know I would be gone and not to come over. He answered "Wat?"
So I sent it again, "Don't come by at noon today because I am not going to be home." He answered, "Who is this?" I forgot to sign my name. He didn't think Grandma would know how to do something so modern and complex as sending a text message. I had to send one more text that said. "Grandma Minnie".
I once had a dog named Minnie and when he and his brother were little they identified which grandma they meant by calling me Grandma Minnie. My granddaughters called me ,the grandma that lives in the white house. That is a house painted white, not the real White House (as if I had to explain that) My goodness, you might think I'm the president's sister. I'm old enough to be his mother or maybe his grandmother. I'm feeling pretty old.
I am so tired tonight, I went to the mammogram place, two grocery stores and the bank and I feel like I worked all day plowing up the back 40. I am not going to bed before 10 because if I do I will be ready to get up at three in the morning. Four is bad enough.
Do not despair, Spring is on the way.
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