Live and Itch

I called the television company that I get my service from to cancel their service. After pressing this and pressing that for twenty minutes, I was finally able to talk to a real human being.  I told her I would like to cancel the TV service. 
Oh, my goodness you would have thought I was making an appointment to get horn implants. 

She wanted to know what I didn't like about it. I told her the cost is the main thing I don't like about it and now you're adding another price increase to it. I asked her why it should be more because I can't see that anything has been added to it. Oh, but you were on a special contract and that ran out in June. Yes, I know the contract is over and I want to cancel because now you've raised the price again.
We hem hawed and hem hawed most of the morning, but I came out on top.  I am going to be paying twenty dollars less. Unless I missed something.

Now, it seems the lovely Shingles have returned. They are not making me sick as the last time. I guess this is just what shingles do. I went to the hospital and they got me out of there in about 30 minutes. They flare up and cause a great deal of pain around the left side to the spine. They gave me medicine and finally today I feel better but the itch continues. Now my left leg is itching like crazy. Why do I have this itch.

Ed is Dead

 This is a true story. A grumpy lady was hired to answer the phone in a car repair business down in Union Gap. One of the mechanics named, Ed, passed away. From what, I do not know. He was very busy and had many people calling and asking for him. The grumpy old lady had few words for anyone so when someone would call and ask for Ed, she would answer, " Ed is dead" and hang up. Chris told me this true story. We were going to an afternoon dance for the tired retired folks and sit around a big table while waiting for someone to ask you to dance. One day a couple asked if they could sit at our table and said his name was Ed. Chris looked at me and I looked at Chris. Chris knew what I was thinking and I knew what Chris was thinking. We were mistaken, Ed wasn't dead. 

As The World Rocks

The world has turned into one big money grabbing operation. It’s called marketing skill, but in reality it’s cheating the public skill. Purpose for it is so the higher ups can draw the biggest possible check, and the CEO’s can add another billion to their bulging bank accounts.

It is now happening in the stores that sell used clothes and other items for the low income people. Their items just keep getting higher until it’s hardly affordable by most of their shoppers. Yet their employees work for a small wage. It is supposed to be a non-profit business. They probably get a great tax break and still cheat the public. Maybe they are the worse culprits of all.

Most things are made as cheaply as possible so it will wear out in a short while. Many shelf items in a grocery store are in smaller containers, and still charging the same price or more.

Even the Dollar stores are in on the cheating action. Now they sell miniature sizes of a product that was formerly sold in the regular size.

Many of the people that live on SSI are not deadbeats as they are classified by the general public. Many people are unable to get a job because they act or look peculiar at the interview. Some get extra nervous and freeze up and can't remember anything they planned to say. Shyness is often viewed as being unfriendly. Who wants to hire someone that may be unfriendly whether they work in public or just with other employees. 

  Most people on SSI have been thoroughly checked out to make sure they deserve it. There will always be cheats that will lie and manipulate their way into receiving a check.

When they receive a measly little raise from the government, the food stamps are cut back so where is the raise?

Oh well, tis  the season to be jolly. You would never know it if you listened to me.

Funny, Isn't it?

Funny how twenty dollars looks like a lot of money when we're about to make a donation to charity, but it looks so small when we buy bread and milk.

Funny how long an hour of time feels when we're in church, but how short it seems when we're playing a game.

Funny how we hate cutting the grass but look forward to shopping and walking all over creation to buy a few things.

Funny how we watch our weight by washing down our hamburger and fries with a diet Pepsi .

Funny how we speed up to get to the next stop light sooner.

Funny how we can comprehend novels that are 500 pages long, but can't seem to figure out how to transfer photos from the laptop to the Cell Phone.

Funny how we can't think of anything to say when we pray, but can gab non-stop for hours when talking to a friend.

Funny how it takes hours of planning to go take care of a business problem, but when a friend calls and wants to eat out, it only takes two minutes to get ready.

Funny how this list could go on and on, but suddenly you have a case of brain freeze. 

Funny how when you're looking for a bathroom, there isn't one to be found.

I'm On the Waiting List

I'm on the waiting list. I sit in more waiting rooms waiting for the sound of my name. I have nothing to do but wait. So wait it is. Waiting for the bank to clear up the fraud on my account. Waiting for the tomato to get ripe so I can pick it. Waiting to turn one year older. Speaking of that here are a couple of reminders of how old I am and how losing weight is also on the waiting list. 
I'm waiting for visitors from Tacoma so I'm killing time and waiting and waiting for my memory to kick in.

And Wishing

Living Proof

It's a good day because I slept really well. I gassed up the 26-year-old Tin-Lizzy and can you believe the nozzle would not go into the gas tank; something was blocking it. I tried and tried and tried and finally put the cap back on and closed the door. I decided if I start over maybe it'll work this time. Sometimes you just have to rely on magic if you want to get something done because that time it worked like a charm. By then the gas pump thought I was through messing around with it so it said, “Thank you for your service.” I had to run the card again. Well, since I had a tad bit of energy left I went to Walmart to pick up kitty litter for my feline. While there I thought I should pick up a few essentials such as candy, cat toy, coffee drink. I brought the cat toy home and put it on the floor and told Sassy it was her new toy. She stuck her nose in the air and walked right past it; didn't even sniff at it. It's a see-through ball big enough it won't roll under the couch and it has a dead mouse in it that should squeak, but it doesn't or maybe I just can't hear it.

I take advantage of my good days so I am doing laundry. I thought this would be a good day to wash my sheets so I did. When the sheets got dry I put the bottom one on and by then I had to rest a spell. When I went back to finish making the bed I couldn't find the top sheet. I looked in the bedroom because I was sure I got both out of the dryer. When I can't find something within fifteen minutes I am convinced someone stole it. Who the heck would sneak out of the house with a sheet. You just never know! Stranger things than that have happened. Well, the day moved on and I forgot about the missing sheet. Then the next batch of laundry was done so I got it out and took it to the bedroom. That was when I saw the missing sheet was on the bed. How could a sheet put itself on the bed. Hey, I'm living proof that it happened. Oh well, the memory goes. Everything else has already left. 

A very old photo of Dad, Mom, Me, Carol

Baffled Bewildered and Befuddled

The other day a girl from the lung doctor called and wanted to set up my appointment. Since I'm an experienced appointment attender, I didn't question the motive. Not to her, but I did talk it over with myself. as to why they would need to see me a year later. I was there about a year ago with a lung problem, but I am okay now. I was told to come in about ten minutes early to fill out paper work. No problem, I'm experienced in that field as well. I got all gussied up and arrived in plenty of time to fill out papers. I gave her my insurances cards and a copy of the medicine, she copied them, and told me to take a seat and wait.
She didn't mention paper work so I didn't mention it either. 
Finally a girl came out and led me to the room after she weighed me, and by the way I weighed my purse as well and it weighed 3 lbs 4 ozs. I thought I may as well get my moneys worth while there. Then she led me to the little room and took my blood pressure. It was extra high for some reason. 
When the Doctor comes in she wants to know what is happening with me. I told her nothing was wrong and I'm feeling fine. Then she asked why I made the appointment.  I told her someone from her office had called and set up the appointment. She decided it was a computer glitch, and it happens sometimes. 
So she dismissed me and I came home. I think it sounds more like an untrained employee, but what do I know. I just do as they say.  

Footnote:
I just received an explanation of benefits from my insurance company. They paid this doctor $72.35 for this so called computer glitch. 

Patience With Portal Patient

These electronic times are so frustrating at times. I have an 8 AM medical appointment in the morning. When the appointment was made I was told to go online and fill out my medical history with Portal Patient. The medical field has developed it so they can save a bunch of paper work.  I had no problem locating the place and filling out the information. It took about an hour because I have a lot of history. Have I had measles, what year? 1941(?). It asked about each childhood ailment. I've had them all because they didn't have the immunizations for anything in my youth. I had Mumps, Measles, Chickenpox, Whooping Cough plus the Flu and Pneumonia numerous times. No wonder I'm so tough. Then it went into the surgeries. How can you remember what all you had done, much less the year. Anyway it took about an hour to finish it. When I sent it, a message  came on that said there was a conflict in the data base, and my information had been terminated. Grrrrr but I thought it was just a computer glitch of some kind so I went through it again and the same thing happened at the end. So I decided to forget it and explain it to them when I go in. Today I got the reminder call and with it was a message that in the event I didn't fill out the medical history online, I would need to come in an hour and a half early so I could fill it out and also my appointment may be rescheduled. That meant I would need to go in at 6:30 instead of 8. ha ha ha ha. So I called and asked if they  are open at 6:30. I told her what happened and she typed my info into her handy dandy little computer and told me that my information came through just fine. WHEW!!!
It's  enough to make you develop more medical problems. 

The Way You Wish it Wasn't

I’ve been hanging around for 86 years, and I’ve seen a lot of new inventions in those years.  I have been wondering which may have been the greatest invention of all time. I’m not sure, but I bet toilet paper caught on pretty quick. Who invented toilet paper? No, they didn’t teach that in school, they taught you who invented the cotton gin. Who cares who invented the cotton pickin cotton gin. I don’t think I’ve had any use for that piece of knowledge in my entire life. What a waste of my school time. Even if I were on Double Jeopardy, they wouldn’t ask that one. 

I don’t know when it was invented, but the bread toaster was a great one in our household. We never had toast. My mother would make a pan of biscuits from scratch each morning. Mixes were not in existence yet. She also had to build a fire in the stove to bake them in. The first toaster we had was not automatic. It had a panel on each side that you dropped down so you could flip the toast and burn/toast the other side. Someone had to man the toaster because you had to guess when it was done. I wonder how many slices of bread went up in smoke in those days. 

Speaking of bread, my mother always made our bread, and one day we bought a loaf of bread from the store. We were bowled over because the bread was already sliced. What will they think of next! We constantly hear the expression ‘the greatest thing since sliced bread’. I still think we should say ‘The greatest thing since toilet paper’.

We even had electricity in our house. Many people didn’t have it yet in our area. We lived without it for a few years. It was like camping forever. Who wants to camp forever?

The day our new refrigerator was delivered was a day of celebration. People kept their food in ice boxes. People continued to call the refrigerator an ice box for years. I think some still do.

Our first washing machine had a gas motor. You pulled on a cord to start the motor. It was something else for us kids to fight over. It went like this. I get to pull the cord. It’s my time, you pulled it the last time. Did not. Did so. We didn’t have many toys in those days. On wash day everyone gathered around the washing machine, and watched the agitator go back and forth. As I recall, we had to bolt the washing machine to the floor because it danced all over the porch.

Those were the days I don’t want to relive. 

Hospital Surprise

I recently had a medical problem, and spent one night in the hospital. Hospital care is expensive. I received a notice from my insurance company today, and the total cost with all the test that were taken it came to a little over $8000.00. Everything was itemized, and at the bottom it had a line that said, Amount you are responsible for is $.01
I thought it was kind of interesting. I can probably afford it, but I can't afford the stamp it will take to mail it in. 
The hospital has improved their care beyond belief. I can't complain about anything. I won't even complain about the one cent charge.

Find Your Own Worms

We are not finished when we are born. It’s the parent’s duty to mold you into what you should be, not into what they think you should be. Unfortunately most only have the blueprint they were molded from.  Many of those blueprints need drastic alterations. Some are successful, but many more make a worse pattern than they were molded from.

They begin to grow and progress, and you feed and supply all their needs. 

Until one day they decide they can fly on their own, they hop out and flutter their wings.

 Some think, Oh no, this is more difficult than they expected , and fail miserable. They flutter back to the nest again and again.

Others hop out of the nest and are ready to fly. They have had good lessons and well prepared to find their own worms. 

One more quote.

 

Same Drill Different Year

The old bundle deal. I am so tired of the game. You can get their internet hookup which is so smashing fast, it is fast, and the free long distance phone and 900 TV stations all for one low price for a solid year. No fuss no muss, just sign up today because this offer will not last. Go ahead, and sign up. I don’t think you can get one without the other. If you do it will cost more than your arm and leg so you sign up. You get the bill and it varies each month. Sometimes they just nudge it up a few dollars with no exclamation what so ever. If you call and ask, they tell you it's because the taxes vary. Why should taxes vary?
 I finally decided to just accept it and life was moving along at the usual jet pace. One day I received an E-bill from these speed demons. My year was up so they jumped the price up 40 dollars. This calls for action and I don’t mean phone action. This calls for up close and personal action. So I loaded myself in the car and paid a friendly visit to this place. She told me that they have another ‘Special’ going on and she can get me into that. She quoted a price that was ten dollars less per month than I am paying now. I said, "Good deal Lucille, sign me up!" I was standing there humming a happy tune while she was clicking away on her keyboard. She looked up at me and said, "You do realize this is before taxes, don’t you?"
Well, that took care of the happy tune because this is the most, taxed to the max, state in the union. We even pay tax on tax. If they need money for something, the tax goes up some more. "How much will that be?" I asked. She did some more clicking on her keyboard and came back with a figure that is ten dollars more than I am now paying. It’s a game, I tell you. A GAME. First they make you think they are raising your price 40 dollars and then after all the wheeling and dealing they make you think you are getting an even less price than you were paying before. Now that they have you in this calm submissive state they spring the truth on you. It’s just like Cesar Milan training a dog. I’m going to start calling them "The Internet Whisperer". By the way, what ever happened to Cesar? 

The above is something I posted in 2010. It’s a rerun, but the game is still going on. I just called again the other day, and they no longer offer basic TV. It’s now expanded basic or nothing. They have no concern for the lower income folks who would be happy to get ten channels instead of 900 or so. The other companies do the same thing, they offer you the moon until they get you hooked, and the offers keep going off until they have you up to the max. I used to jump from one to the other trying to keep ahead of them, but I got tired of having new holes drilled in my walls, and fourteen disc nailed to the top of the house. They can never use the one that is already up there. Most of us keep a landline and a cell phone. 

 About the only calls I get on the landline are telemarketers. I can’t seem to bring myself to get rid of it.  I am on the do not call list, but they still call. I very seldom answer it. The mailbox these days is mainly for ads, and other junk, but it is a good thing when you order something.

Is It Time?

I have a defective memory so I jot down everything I think I will forget, but I have no organization system for my reminder notes.   I have notes written on everything. I find notes that make no sense. For instance I found this “only the hens will come” what am I referring to and why would I need my memory jolted?  Or is it the name of a book?

Sometimes it’s a recipe with no title. 1 gallon white vinegar. ½ cup salt, 1/3 TBSP dish soap (any brand). That’s it. What is it for?

I decided to make a folder in my documents for important reminders and other important information and I was trying to decide what to name it, and noticed I already had a folder named ‘Notes’ so I opened it to see what was in it. It had the following.

                 How to restore and save your home page

                Put the url in and press enter. Or find it in history.

                When you get it on the screen go to top left

                And look for tools. Click and find options. Click. 

                Choose General tab,

                 From there you can see what to do, if you can’t figure

                 it out, you are beyond help.

                     Sell computer. 

                                          

 I just called my son the other day to ask for the 100th time how to save the homepage.

Do you think it’s time to sell?

I can't remember.

Falsified World

We live in a falsified world. It seems that everyone is trying to cheat someone. Go grocery shopping, and you will see that not only have the prices risen, the can or box look the same, but it’s smaller and has less ounces than their original version had.

Coffee cans have the side caved in so it will hold less. A toilet tissue roll is narrower. One time I bought tomatoes from a fruit stand, and there was a sign over the top that said “Local Tomatoes” when I got home I discovered one of the tomatoes had a little sticker that said California. This is Washington State. I suppose once he put them in the stand they were local.

Pepsi or Coke is on sale. You need to buy four or you pay regular price. The next sale they have the stipulation that you can only buy one at this sale price. It’s a game, and the coach is out to lunch.

Online shopping is very convenient, but once you order from a business they have your email address so they can send you all their ads with the deceiving promises.  Half price it says, but you have to buy two so you get one for free. Otherwise it is not half price. I only want one. Or Free Shipping, but when you look further you are required to buy seventy five dollar amount or the shipping is not free. Who do they think I am? Oprah!

Appliances formerly would last forty or fifty years, and now they last ten or twelve years if you’re lucky. My hot water heater had a six year warranty and went bonkers in seven years.

We think our Sport figures are just fabulous because they outdo everyone else. Then we find that they have been taking a secret drug of some kind to enhance their performance.

Or they weren’t really singing the National Anthem, they were lip syncing. Then we hear, “oh no they didn’t and oh yes they did for six months.”  A beautiful lady wins the Miss America contest, and then you hear, “She is not even American, she is from India.” Just shut up for once. Why should you care where she came from? She is American now or she could not have entered the contest. It turns out she was born in America.

This is all the stupid deceptive things I can think of right now. You can probably make a list as well.

Cheer up! the best is yet to come, and that is false advertising.

Walmart Event

Here is my list, go find it.

Not much to do except watch the snow melt. I went to Wal-Mart for a few things. One thing on the list was one light bulb for the front steps so the paper carrier doesn't break her neck and sue me. Just a simple light bulb is all I was in search of.  In the first place, finding something on that six acres the store covers is like searching for the Lock Ness Monster. I kept asking store clerks, and they were only posing as store clerks, they were vendor’s. Never ask a vendor where anything is, they don’t know. I’m not the only one that mistakes vendor’s for store clerks. I heard one couple ask one where the peanut butter was. They have more vendor's than store clerks. I finally found a genuine store clerk, and she knew exactly where they were. They have a billion different kinds, blue light bulbs, pink, mood, red and even a black bulb. What is the object of putting a light inside a black bulb? There must be a reason because they had some. I finally found an ordinary looking bulb, but they only come, four in a package.  I'm 84 years old, why do I need more than one. Not only that, they last for 9 years if used properly.  I now have a 36 year supply of light bulbs. They better bury those bulbs with me so when I get there I can light up the place. 

I can always milk something out of the Wal-Mart to blog about.

 

Is this a vendor or a store clerk?

Time Does Not Wait

Now we are going paperless. The wheels of progress never slow down. First it was the Pony express, and then it was the Postal Service, now its Electronic mail. On my last visit to the Doctor’s office I received a web address and a pin number. I came home and set it up. I now have access to my medical record with that doctor, and can make an appointment or cancel one on line. It shows my blood pressure and weight, and other things. I think it’s great. Lowe’s also has a setup like that. When I bought a new hot water heater, the clerk told me how to set it up. Now I can go to the website and see when I bought the heater and how much I paid for it. Don’t you sometimes wish you remembered how old an appliance is? I know we can keep those records in a file, but this eliminates the paper, and all those binders (with or without women)

 Now if they could develop an electronic method to rid your house of the excessive junk it would be a perfect world. I'm trying to get rid of my collector items. My collector items seems to be old towels, dish towels, sheets, and even underwear. Why do I keep those things forever? I know I can't take them with me when I die, but just in case...

I am working on it and am slowly, very slowly moving things to the throw-away bag and box. I have a box of old books in the Van to deliver to The Goodwill. They've been there for a few weeks, but I have good intentions. 

Back On The Farm

The following story is a rerun from years ago. 

I recall an incident that happened back on the farm where I grew up. Grandpa lived with us since Grandma had passed on. Our Daddy was the preacher of the little country church. It was a very devout household and we learned very early on that there was a code of ethics that you lived up to or else. Bad words were on the top of that list. No bad words. Us kids soon learned to follow that rule, but Grandpa just didn't seem to get the message. I don't think he really gave a gosh darn about the rule because he used them all the time. One time he hooked up a team of horses to a wagon and went to a field. I don’t remember what he was doing, but it doesn't matter. When he started back to the barn the horses got spooked over something and had a run-away, they took off like flying rockets over ruts and brambles and kicking up clouds of dust a mile high, and the wagon looked like an air born missile. Some of us kids were outside and saw them coming in our direction. We were worried that Grandpa had been thrown out and may be hurt bad because we couldn't see him in the wagon. We didn't know how we were going to get the horses stopped. We thought they might even run over us. Well, not to worry, horses are smart because when they saw the house they came to a screeching halt almost at our back door. I don’t know for sure how horses think, but I think they must have thought they were safe now that they were in their own back yard, or maybe they thought the fly that had been chasing them, was no longer a threat. We've got to go find Grandpa! About the time we were talking about finding Grandpa, he managed to pull himself up and was standing in the bed of the wagon. This is the point when he began to badmouth the horses with some more of those forbidden bad words. There were some words that our tender young ears had never heard before, he finally ended it with, "I see we finally got here." Maybe you would need to be there to get the humor of it, but we thought that was about the funniest line we had ever heard so we began to snicker and chuckle a little. At the same time Grandpa climbed out of the wagon and staggered around in front of the horses and begin shouting those same words to the horses again, in case they had not heard him the first time. He had raised his voice to a full roar. By now we had collapsed into a full-blown laugh seizure. We were laughing so hard we couldn't stand up. I guess Grandpa must have noticed this because, all at once, he turned his verbal abuse from the horses to us. Grandpa sure knew how to take the humor out of something because we snapped to attention and things began to simmer down and it was back to normal. Grandpa was just having a bad day. 

This Wild Weird World

This is kind of a twightlight zonie type of thing, but it actually happened.
I do not believe an inanimate object can vanish into thin air, such nonsense just cannot happen. One day several weeks ago when I moved out of my recliner to retire to the bedroom, I cleared off the stand by my chair. My corner in the living room is my castle, I always straighten up the end table, so I moved the junk mail to the trash can and other items went into the proper place, The only things left on the stand was the remote control, a coaster, and the laptop.  The next morning I was going to set my coffee on the coaster, and the coaster was gone, vanished, vamoosed, disappeared, left, moved out, departed. I was baffled, puzzled, perplexed, mystified, and befuddled. I searched everywhere, under the stand, under the chairs and cushions, in the waste  basket. I finally gave up.
One day I took a flash drive out of the laptop, and the last I recall of it, it was in my hand. It has also joined the departed coaster. I gave up.
Saturday, I finished knitting something, and put the knitting needles on a hassock that is nearby and later I wanted to start another project and I reached for the needles, and there was only one needle. At first I thought it had just rolled off on the floor and I get up to retrieve it, and it was not on the floor, or under anything. I had not been anywhere, and I live alone. Luckily I had another set of needles that size, but shorter. They work for what I am making.
Later that day I remembered my son had asked for a picture of an old car he had when young, so I decided to look for it.  The box of pictures was in the corner in the spare bedroom back under a table and I have not looked in that box of pictures for months and maybe a year. While searching for the picture, and toward the bottom of the box, was the missing coaster. I kid you not! The goose bumps went up my spine. There are four coasters in that set, and I had accounted for the other three. It is the one that was missing.
The knitting needle and flash drive are still in hiding.
I Googled to see if such things happen to others, and was amazed with the stories about it. 

Diet Diary

I found another entry in my Diet Diary.

8/4/76
I went to the Kmart and was in the checkout line. The lady before me had put her items on the counter. The clerk picks up one and then she picks up her microphone and her voice is booming all over the store loud and clear, “Price check on, Big Mama Panty Hose, aisle 8”. The customer threw her hand over her face and bowed her head and I heard her uttering this prayer, “Oh my God”. 

Clothing manufacturing companies enjoy thinking up new ways to embarrass the fat folk. Queen size just isn't effective enough. 

The Story of My Life

The story of my life. Lose fat, gain fat, lose fat, gain fat. Today I was looking for something and  ran across this  little tablet. The first entry says Diet Diary  6/26/73. I would have been 45 and fat.
It starts out like this:
6/26/73
Weighed 168 this morning. A lot of fat for 5 foot 4 ½ inches. (2012 The Osteoporosis now has me down to 5 ft 3)
Wore my cow dress to work today. It has a sloppy hem and a cigarette burn. Nothing would look good anyway so it doesn’t matter. Besides it’s the only thing I have that still fits. I hate that dress. When I reach my goal I’m going to burn it and scatter the ashes over the Cascade mountains. I weighed 175 in February so I have already lost 7 pounds. I saw a lady the other day that said she hardly knew me because I had gained so much weight.  I cannot stand her. PERIOD.
6/27/73
Still weighed the same, I visited a TOP meeting tonight. The meeting didn’t impress me. A lot of really fat ladies. Not one of them looked as though they were anywhere near their goal. I will join at the next meeting, maybe it will help. I’m drinking a diet grape pop. You need a pretty good imagination to believe that stuff is good. Lack of exercise makes Fanny’s fanny get fatter. Makes mine fatter too. I’m not counting calories, I just count the bites.
6/29/73
Karen made a wacky cake tonight and everybody is sitting right in front of my eyes eating the cake. I will not be tempted. I will not, I will not, I will not. Next year I won’t even remember that cake. I wouldn’t remember it in the morning, but it will still be setting there on the counter. Tomorrow is Saturday and the weekends are terrible. At work I am busy and forget food. Why can’t I lose more? Would anyone notice if a cow lost 4 lbs. One thing for sure if I ever got lost in the wilderness, I would be able to live on my fat for a while.
7/6/73
Today was a real hassle at work. Short of help and everybody in the county applied for credit. Now I gained a lb. Must have been that extra teaspoon of mashed potatoes I ate.
I was buying shoes in a shoe store and the clerk said their panty hose were on sale and then added that they carry Queen size. It was a man clerk, a woman would never say such a thing. Well, for his information I am still squeezing into the regular size. They may not be comfortable, but they are not Queen size. (Now I jump forward to 2012, they no longer use that “queen size” label on anything. They use X’s and the more X’es the bigger.  They are called Women’s size. Some are labeled 16W, 18W etc. I asked my friend, Alice, what the W stands for and she said, “wide”.  Makes sense to me. )

This is the story of my life.  The diary goes on and on, but it is just more of the same. Gain fat, lose fat, gain fat, lose fat.