It's 4:45 Friday afternoon and I am just pooped. Tomorrow is "end of Quarter" which means the company must try to ship (and bill) everything which isn't tied down. Anyone who has ever been in Sales or purchasing knows exactly what I mean (right Ralph??). One would imagine that planning would know exactly what products are required months in advance so that purchasing could procure them in time to meet end of quarter but unfortunately this is not so.
Every end of quarter I find myself scrambling to place some outrageous requirement which can take 2 or more weeks to get, but we need it the next day and every effort must be made to locate said product before I have to convince management that I have made every effort. Very frustrating and this week was no different, except that I was gone last week on vacation, so EVERYTHING caught up with me this week. My last nerve is frazzled.
I have been a buyer for 40 years now. Considering 4 quarters to a year, I have survived 160 end of quarters. One would think it would get easier but it's just not so. The older I get, the tougher it is.
The bottom line is that even though I really have 2 more years to work, I actually only have 8 more quarters to suffer. The number 8 really sounds very good to this tired mind.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Happy Birthday Canada....and me!!
Sunday, July 1st is a very special day for both Canada and me. It's our birthdays - well Canada is a more than a few years older than I am but we both still celebrate the same date. I was born in Canada and until I was old enough to understand it was both our birthdays, my mother had me convinced the fireworks were in celebration of my birthday.
Since moving to the United States, I have made it a custom to fly the Canadian flag for 3 days in honor of our birthdays, then on July 2, I change to the American Flag to celebrate America's birthday.
I live in a senior park. Most of my neighbors are retired, and their prime occupation now seems to be minding the business of the other park residents. The first year I lived in the park and hung the Canadian flag, more than one neighbor casually saundered over for an explanation. They don't seem to mind the strange animal, holiday or seasonal flags our other neighbors fly all year, but another nation's flag drives them to total curiousity. Once I explained the reason to a few of them, the word spread through the park and now every year, it's become an anticipated tradition.
When I pulled into my driveway last night, my next door neighbor was working in his garden. I hadn't seen him since I got back from Iowa. Before I was out of the car, Wayne was in my driveway. He casually glanced over at the empty flag holder then said "not going to hang the Canadian Flag this year?". I smiled and said that I was going to do it Friday morning since the 1st is Saturday. He actually seemed disappointed, so I asked him to wait, went into the closet, pulled out the Canadian flag and popped it into the holder. I am sure he will check bright and early Monday morning to make sure the American flag has replaced the Canadian flag.
It truly warms my heart to give these seniors something to care about. Even more, looking at my beloved Canadian Maple Leaf hanging in the bright sunlight this morning reminds me how lucky I am to share an always special July 1st even though I have to wait until July 4th for the fireworks.
Since moving to the United States, I have made it a custom to fly the Canadian flag for 3 days in honor of our birthdays, then on July 2, I change to the American Flag to celebrate America's birthday.
I live in a senior park. Most of my neighbors are retired, and their prime occupation now seems to be minding the business of the other park residents. The first year I lived in the park and hung the Canadian flag, more than one neighbor casually saundered over for an explanation. They don't seem to mind the strange animal, holiday or seasonal flags our other neighbors fly all year, but another nation's flag drives them to total curiousity. Once I explained the reason to a few of them, the word spread through the park and now every year, it's become an anticipated tradition.
When I pulled into my driveway last night, my next door neighbor was working in his garden. I hadn't seen him since I got back from Iowa. Before I was out of the car, Wayne was in my driveway. He casually glanced over at the empty flag holder then said "not going to hang the Canadian Flag this year?". I smiled and said that I was going to do it Friday morning since the 1st is Saturday. He actually seemed disappointed, so I asked him to wait, went into the closet, pulled out the Canadian flag and popped it into the holder. I am sure he will check bright and early Monday morning to make sure the American flag has replaced the Canadian flag.
It truly warms my heart to give these seniors something to care about. Even more, looking at my beloved Canadian Maple Leaf hanging in the bright sunlight this morning reminds me how lucky I am to share an always special July 1st even though I have to wait until July 4th for the fireworks.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Do any planes take off on time?? Not Really!!!!
Now that I have been back for a day and settled down, it's time to comment on airports, airlines, surviving late flights, lost luggage and airplane seat neighbors.
First, Los Angeles International Airport is a ZOO and I give so much credit to the men and women who work there. It's an absolute madhouse day or middle of the night.
When I got to the airport last Saturday morning 6:00 past dark in the morning, the line to check in my luggage had to have 300 people. I decided to walk outside to see if the curb check in was any better. Fortunately, I chose the door where about 10 college guys were checking in to head on home for the summer. Behind them was a 10 foot space for people crossing the street and the check in line with about 50 people continued past the space. As I stood there in shock and commented mostly to myself how mad this turmoil was, a couple of the young men smiled at me and asked if I would like to be their luggage check in chaparone and join their group. I wondered for a second if they were serious but they were (plus no one in the line was paying any attention) so I accepted their generous offer and within 5 minutes of getting to the airport, my luggage was checked. I need not have worried about time being an issue because the leaving time was delayed 45 minutes giving me 3 hours to worry how I would make the next plane, since I only had scheduled an hour wait between planes in St. Louis.
Once I was squishly seated (even though I have lost 144 lbs, it was a tight fit but I no long require the seat belt extender which is nice)and the plane took off, my two seatmates brought out their breakfast (note to airport security - while checking for whatever you check for, lighters, any liquids etc, look for homemade food, especially cooked fish to confiscate). The smell about made me die, but I was next to the window, and trapped. They kindly offered to share with me but I politely told them I never eat breakfast so early in the morning (note to God - thanks for not allowing me to get sick). I wonder if this kind couple realized that my hand was over my face for most of the trip?
Once we got into St. Louis, I ran (amazing revelation since I hadn't been able to run for 20 years due to my weight) and got to the next gate to find out the takeoff was delayed about 10 minutes (thank God because I was having trouble catching my breath being completely bent over). Got into Des Moines only to find out my suitcase didn't make the same flight (even though the airport said it was still there at 10:00 PM and they would hold it for me, when Carla and I ran back to the airport, it was in transit to the house and beat us there by 15 minutes).
For the return trip home, we got to the airport to find out there was at least an hour delay in taking off to Dallas. The airline personnel weren't sure I would make the connecting flight so they booked the next flight to Los Angeles 3 hours later. When I got to Dallas, there was still 10 minutes to spare for my original ticket so again it was a race (this time on the tram and halls) to the gate only to find out that this flight too was an hour late leaving (again thanking God for letting me catch my breath and giving me time for a quick potty break). Instead of arriving at 10:00 PM Los Angeles time, we arrived at 11:00. Including the wait for the pick up service and trip home, the return trip home took 10 hours (1:00 AM Los Angeles time) but at least my suitcase was still with me. I was whipped!!
Along the way, I learned from fellow passengers that almost EVERY flight on EVERY airline is late. It didn't make any difference what Airline people were flying, we all had to sit an extra half an hour or more. Everyone is frustrated and I can almost understand people going ballistic with impatience. Those travelling with children must endure these lengthy delays while trying to corral the kids and keeping them occupied so they don't annoy anyone, which we all know if very difficult. The airline personnel do their best but there is no way they can deal with every unhappy customer and unfortunately most of us are very unhappy, and it's so easy to take the anger out on those who are the front guard while the airline CEO, vice Presidents and directors sit in their confortable huge office or fly on personal comfy jets.
So that's my travel experience. Fortunately the visit with my brother and friends made up for all the hassle. I loved Iowa and can't wait to return only maybe I will drive the next time!!!
First, Los Angeles International Airport is a ZOO and I give so much credit to the men and women who work there. It's an absolute madhouse day or middle of the night.
When I got to the airport last Saturday morning 6:00 past dark in the morning, the line to check in my luggage had to have 300 people. I decided to walk outside to see if the curb check in was any better. Fortunately, I chose the door where about 10 college guys were checking in to head on home for the summer. Behind them was a 10 foot space for people crossing the street and the check in line with about 50 people continued past the space. As I stood there in shock and commented mostly to myself how mad this turmoil was, a couple of the young men smiled at me and asked if I would like to be their luggage check in chaparone and join their group. I wondered for a second if they were serious but they were (plus no one in the line was paying any attention) so I accepted their generous offer and within 5 minutes of getting to the airport, my luggage was checked. I need not have worried about time being an issue because the leaving time was delayed 45 minutes giving me 3 hours to worry how I would make the next plane, since I only had scheduled an hour wait between planes in St. Louis.
Once I was squishly seated (even though I have lost 144 lbs, it was a tight fit but I no long require the seat belt extender which is nice)and the plane took off, my two seatmates brought out their breakfast (note to airport security - while checking for whatever you check for, lighters, any liquids etc, look for homemade food, especially cooked fish to confiscate). The smell about made me die, but I was next to the window, and trapped. They kindly offered to share with me but I politely told them I never eat breakfast so early in the morning (note to God - thanks for not allowing me to get sick). I wonder if this kind couple realized that my hand was over my face for most of the trip?
Once we got into St. Louis, I ran (amazing revelation since I hadn't been able to run for 20 years due to my weight) and got to the next gate to find out the takeoff was delayed about 10 minutes (thank God because I was having trouble catching my breath being completely bent over). Got into Des Moines only to find out my suitcase didn't make the same flight (even though the airport said it was still there at 10:00 PM and they would hold it for me, when Carla and I ran back to the airport, it was in transit to the house and beat us there by 15 minutes).
For the return trip home, we got to the airport to find out there was at least an hour delay in taking off to Dallas. The airline personnel weren't sure I would make the connecting flight so they booked the next flight to Los Angeles 3 hours later. When I got to Dallas, there was still 10 minutes to spare for my original ticket so again it was a race (this time on the tram and halls) to the gate only to find out that this flight too was an hour late leaving (again thanking God for letting me catch my breath and giving me time for a quick potty break). Instead of arriving at 10:00 PM Los Angeles time, we arrived at 11:00. Including the wait for the pick up service and trip home, the return trip home took 10 hours (1:00 AM Los Angeles time) but at least my suitcase was still with me. I was whipped!!
Along the way, I learned from fellow passengers that almost EVERY flight on EVERY airline is late. It didn't make any difference what Airline people were flying, we all had to sit an extra half an hour or more. Everyone is frustrated and I can almost understand people going ballistic with impatience. Those travelling with children must endure these lengthy delays while trying to corral the kids and keeping them occupied so they don't annoy anyone, which we all know if very difficult. The airline personnel do their best but there is no way they can deal with every unhappy customer and unfortunately most of us are very unhappy, and it's so easy to take the anger out on those who are the front guard while the airline CEO, vice Presidents and directors sit in their confortable huge office or fly on personal comfy jets.
So that's my travel experience. Fortunately the visit with my brother and friends made up for all the hassle. I loved Iowa and can't wait to return only maybe I will drive the next time!!!
Saturday, June 23, 2007
ONE MORE DAY IN IOWA
Well, this vacation has gone by too darn fast. Yesterday we had tornado alerts (nearest small tornado - barn roof and tree damage I think 30 miles away), thunder storms (nothing major - sheet lightening and rolling thunder), and the most important thing for me RAIN. It's been so long since I have seen a full day of rain. Just sitting in Art and Carla's garage watching the rain coming down was a blessing. Everything is so green it's the most beatutiful sight to these eyes which have only seen brown and beige for almost two years. Needless to say, I have never seen so many fields of corn and soy beans in my life.
Frank left yesterday because he had to leave today on a business trip overseas, but he too is sure this will be his future home.
What I love the most about Bondurant is the leisure life. It's the calmest place. Even the people in the gambling casino are calm and friendly while they are either winning or losing which is completely different from either Vegas or Reno where there is always a frenzied atmosphere. We have only been to the casino twice, where I lost the the first time but won a little today on the crap table. There was just one man and me playing and once I was up $100.00, I decided to quit while I was ahead.
Yesterday, Carla and I went over to the local collectable shop. It's about the size of a football field. People pay to consign their stuff in a small 9 x 9 section. I have never seen so much stuff (also junk) in one place. Carla and I spent over an hour just walking up and down the rows of collectable stuff from bottles, old furniture, dolls, ceramic everythings, old kitchen stuff, Christmas stuff, old farm tools, old pictures. It was amazing how much stuff people had to sell. I loved the old baby carrages, old school desks (I almost forgot how small they really were), old sewing machine and clocks. Since I really didn't want to lug anything back to California, all I managed to pick up was an old silver bracelet for $2.00.
Tonight we are going to one of the closest Moose Family Centers (40 miles away) for dinner. There is talk of opening one closer (about 6 miles away) and there is a location of interest but that will take at least a couple of months of negotiation and if an agreement is reached, another 3 to 4 months of renovation before it will be fit to be a Moose Family Center.
I love this place and mentally I am ready to retire and move now but unfortunately the U.S. Government insists I put in another two years. In the meantime, I will keep thinking good thoughts and dreaming about a very happy retirement.
Frank left yesterday because he had to leave today on a business trip overseas, but he too is sure this will be his future home.
What I love the most about Bondurant is the leisure life. It's the calmest place. Even the people in the gambling casino are calm and friendly while they are either winning or losing which is completely different from either Vegas or Reno where there is always a frenzied atmosphere. We have only been to the casino twice, where I lost the the first time but won a little today on the crap table. There was just one man and me playing and once I was up $100.00, I decided to quit while I was ahead.
Yesterday, Carla and I went over to the local collectable shop. It's about the size of a football field. People pay to consign their stuff in a small 9 x 9 section. I have never seen so much stuff (also junk) in one place. Carla and I spent over an hour just walking up and down the rows of collectable stuff from bottles, old furniture, dolls, ceramic everythings, old kitchen stuff, Christmas stuff, old farm tools, old pictures. It was amazing how much stuff people had to sell. I loved the old baby carrages, old school desks (I almost forgot how small they really were), old sewing machine and clocks. Since I really didn't want to lug anything back to California, all I managed to pick up was an old silver bracelet for $2.00.
Tonight we are going to one of the closest Moose Family Centers (40 miles away) for dinner. There is talk of opening one closer (about 6 miles away) and there is a location of interest but that will take at least a couple of months of negotiation and if an agreement is reached, another 3 to 4 months of renovation before it will be fit to be a Moose Family Center.
I love this place and mentally I am ready to retire and move now but unfortunately the U.S. Government insists I put in another two years. In the meantime, I will keep thinking good thoughts and dreaming about a very happy retirement.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
PLAY 18 RED
So here I am in Bondurant Iowa, a very small town. I am more relaxed after two days than I have been the past two years.
Yesterday we went to the local casino and true to my form in Vegas or Reno, I lost on everything. My brother on the other hand, wins without trying. He won $345.00 playing poker and I lost $40.00 playing roulette. Art and Carla won a few dollars on the machines. While they were cashing in their receipts, Frank and I stood watching the roulette game close by. After a couple of minutes, Art came back to us and Frank looked at me and said, put $5.00 (the minimum bet on the table) on 18 red. Since I had only been losing, I just looked at him and said, heck no, you put $5.00 on 18. Frank shrugged his shoulder, shook his head,no, and started to walk towards Carla. The wheel started, Art and I watched as it slowed down and the ball dropped right into the #18 spot. Both Art and I just stood there absolutely shocked while Frank laughed.
So now I know why Frank always wins when he goes to the casinos. He must have some power which I obviously don't.
Losing aside, it's been a great time just visiting with Carla (even though I do talk to her almost every day)and her family. Tonight we are going to have a bar-b-que with all the kids. It's going to be tough leaving this tiny piece of heaven in Iowa.
Yesterday we went to the local casino and true to my form in Vegas or Reno, I lost on everything. My brother on the other hand, wins without trying. He won $345.00 playing poker and I lost $40.00 playing roulette. Art and Carla won a few dollars on the machines. While they were cashing in their receipts, Frank and I stood watching the roulette game close by. After a couple of minutes, Art came back to us and Frank looked at me and said, put $5.00 (the minimum bet on the table) on 18 red. Since I had only been losing, I just looked at him and said, heck no, you put $5.00 on 18. Frank shrugged his shoulder, shook his head,no, and started to walk towards Carla. The wheel started, Art and I watched as it slowed down and the ball dropped right into the #18 spot. Both Art and I just stood there absolutely shocked while Frank laughed.
So now I know why Frank always wins when he goes to the casinos. He must have some power which I obviously don't.
Losing aside, it's been a great time just visiting with Carla (even though I do talk to her almost every day)and her family. Tonight we are going to have a bar-b-que with all the kids. It's going to be tough leaving this tiny piece of heaven in Iowa.
Friday, June 15, 2007
hi ho..hi ho...it's off to Iowa I go
I am so ready for this vacation, I am almost bursting with excitment. In only one day I will be sitting on the porch (probably rocking)visiting with best friends and best (only) brother. I just can't wait.
I haven't made lists like my cousin Joan but everything is close to the suitcase ready to be packed when I get home from work. I even remembered to toss my camera in this morning. I will live a week without whatever I forget. How much stuff does one need while one is spending a week rocking on the front porch.
If we have time, I will use Carla's computer but if not, I want to thank everyone for your good wishes.
Lynn, have a great week and keep reminding yourself that it's almost time for you vacation. Joan and I will be back before you can forget what we look like!!
I haven't made lists like my cousin Joan but everything is close to the suitcase ready to be packed when I get home from work. I even remembered to toss my camera in this morning. I will live a week without whatever I forget. How much stuff does one need while one is spending a week rocking on the front porch.
If we have time, I will use Carla's computer but if not, I want to thank everyone for your good wishes.
Lynn, have a great week and keep reminding yourself that it's almost time for you vacation. Joan and I will be back before you can forget what we look like!!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tatoos and other things
I am just curious about something and wondering if others feel as I do.
I was outside and two young ladies from the company next door walked by. I am guessing they are somewhere in their 20's. Both were wearing sleeveless tank tops and both had a tattoo the full length of one arm from the shoulder to the wrist. I couldn't clearly see the little parts of the designs except they were scenes which included mountains, flowers, butterflies and on one, a 6" spider. As they passed closer to me, I could also see one had her eyebrow and nose pierced.
When I was their age, the only people who had tattos were sailors. Now, it seems that every 20 something and older has a tatoo on most visible parts of their bodies.
This makes me wonder. What happens when all these kids are 60 years of age and older. How cute will tatoos be from the shoulder to the wrist, around the legs, on the backside, on which all the colors are bleeding into one faded blob of blues, reds, greens, not to mention wrinkled lines which obscure anything which may once have been a work of art. How cute will the facial piercings look when the little bolt is hidden in the creases. Not too pretty I am guessing.
That's my observation for today. I am curious to see how others feel about tatoos and other body fixings.
I was outside and two young ladies from the company next door walked by. I am guessing they are somewhere in their 20's. Both were wearing sleeveless tank tops and both had a tattoo the full length of one arm from the shoulder to the wrist. I couldn't clearly see the little parts of the designs except they were scenes which included mountains, flowers, butterflies and on one, a 6" spider. As they passed closer to me, I could also see one had her eyebrow and nose pierced.
When I was their age, the only people who had tattos were sailors. Now, it seems that every 20 something and older has a tatoo on most visible parts of their bodies.
This makes me wonder. What happens when all these kids are 60 years of age and older. How cute will tatoos be from the shoulder to the wrist, around the legs, on the backside, on which all the colors are bleeding into one faded blob of blues, reds, greens, not to mention wrinkled lines which obscure anything which may once have been a work of art. How cute will the facial piercings look when the little bolt is hidden in the creases. Not too pretty I am guessing.
That's my observation for today. I am curious to see how others feel about tatoos and other body fixings.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
CELEBRATING THE RETURN OF MY HAIR
Before I had my stomach bypass surgery on February 9, 2006, the doctor warned that after 6 months of eating much less than my system was used to, my hair would fall out. This is something every surgeon warns their patients because even with warning, it's still a shock when the hair falls out, especially during washing and big gobs of it are on the drain. It's not only the losing of the hair but the remaining hair lacks protein and really feels more like straw than hair and mine was horrible.
It started falling and changing last September. For 6 months it was the pits. Not only did it feel terrible but I couldn't have it dyed and the grey started really showing in December. I had my first major cut then, trying to get rid of the split ends. I was still afraid to have it dyed for fear of losing whatever was trying to grow back. For the past 2 months, there has been nothing on the shower drain and on my clothes.
Yesterday, I met with my beautician of 14 years. My hair is now back full and healthy. She dyed it my usual color, then cut it back to my old style, eliminating about 4 inches of growth so that it's about a half an inch above my collar. What a relief to return to normal after 9 very long months, and just in time for my trip.
I still have 40 lbs to lose but after losing 140 lbs. and enjoying the return of my hair, losing the last 40 doesn't seem as urgent as it did a year ago, plus I am still losing 3 to 4 lbs per month. With exercise and proper diet, sooner or later the rest will vanish, but for now, when I run my fingers through my hair, my rings don't get caught. That's a very comfortable feeling.
It started falling and changing last September. For 6 months it was the pits. Not only did it feel terrible but I couldn't have it dyed and the grey started really showing in December. I had my first major cut then, trying to get rid of the split ends. I was still afraid to have it dyed for fear of losing whatever was trying to grow back. For the past 2 months, there has been nothing on the shower drain and on my clothes.
Yesterday, I met with my beautician of 14 years. My hair is now back full and healthy. She dyed it my usual color, then cut it back to my old style, eliminating about 4 inches of growth so that it's about a half an inch above my collar. What a relief to return to normal after 9 very long months, and just in time for my trip.
I still have 40 lbs to lose but after losing 140 lbs. and enjoying the return of my hair, losing the last 40 doesn't seem as urgent as it did a year ago, plus I am still losing 3 to 4 lbs per month. With exercise and proper diet, sooner or later the rest will vanish, but for now, when I run my fingers through my hair, my rings don't get caught. That's a very comfortable feeling.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
PARIS HILTON HAS FOUND GOD
The title is a little comment I saw that Paris told Barbara Walters yesterday.
I didn't know God was lost because if He were, there would have been a lot of people searching for Him a long time before Paris realized He was missing.
If it's really true that she is turning over a new leaf as she indicated to Barbara, then best of luck to her. If on the other hand, she is inflicted with the remorse bug because she is incarcerated and once she gets out will revert to her former shallow life, then I pity her because I don't think God will be too happy to have His name taken for granted or used as a publicity stunt.
I didn't know God was lost because if He were, there would have been a lot of people searching for Him a long time before Paris realized He was missing.
If it's really true that she is turning over a new leaf as she indicated to Barbara, then best of luck to her. If on the other hand, she is inflicted with the remorse bug because she is incarcerated and once she gets out will revert to her former shallow life, then I pity her because I don't think God will be too happy to have His name taken for granted or used as a publicity stunt.
STARTING TO PACK
It's only 4 days until I leave for Iowa and unlike my cousin Joan who makes lists way ahead, I am at the stage where my suitcase is cleaned out and placed in the family room to be packed. I don't make lists. Maybe if like Joan I was making a trip across the ocean, I would be more organized but I am only going to another state which has everything readily available I might forget to pack.
I actually have been piling stuff near near the suitcase. Some items I will take and some I will discard after they are in the suitcase, deciding it's really not something I need. What I have done is sent a box ahead to Iowa with some stuff which would have taken too much room. They are birthday gifts for Carla my best bud whose birthday was last week. On the top of the box, I put "do not open until I get there" and Art, the man of the house wisely put it in the front closet to wait for me. Out of sight, out of mind and Carla won't be tempted to peek and then apologise for her curiousity. Actually she wouldn't do that but I am the most curious person so I probably would.
I am mentally ready to be on my way. Art and Carla (fellow Moose members) moved to Iowa last October and although Carla and I speak via phone and E-mail almost every day, it will be wonderful to be able to just sit and visit in person. I have really missed them both very much, especially at our Moose Family Center where the three of us spent a lot of time. It's not quite the same for me since they left. I have many close friends there but Carla and Art are like my siblings, and being involved in the Moose with them was something I always loved because we not only share a love for the lodge but also a close "family" relationship. Carla's daughters and grandkids also live there. I am also anxious to spend time visiting with them.
Besides Art and Carla, my own brother Frank will also be there. When I decided to make this visit, Frank who lives in Georgia, decided to join me up there and should be arriving at the airport about a half hour before me. I just can't wait to hug the three of them.
The next 4 days will take forever. I will pack a little each night and count the hours until I leave Saturday morning. Boy am I ready for this trip!!!
I actually have been piling stuff near near the suitcase. Some items I will take and some I will discard after they are in the suitcase, deciding it's really not something I need. What I have done is sent a box ahead to Iowa with some stuff which would have taken too much room. They are birthday gifts for Carla my best bud whose birthday was last week. On the top of the box, I put "do not open until I get there" and Art, the man of the house wisely put it in the front closet to wait for me. Out of sight, out of mind and Carla won't be tempted to peek and then apologise for her curiousity. Actually she wouldn't do that but I am the most curious person so I probably would.
I am mentally ready to be on my way. Art and Carla (fellow Moose members) moved to Iowa last October and although Carla and I speak via phone and E-mail almost every day, it will be wonderful to be able to just sit and visit in person. I have really missed them both very much, especially at our Moose Family Center where the three of us spent a lot of time. It's not quite the same for me since they left. I have many close friends there but Carla and Art are like my siblings, and being involved in the Moose with them was something I always loved because we not only share a love for the lodge but also a close "family" relationship. Carla's daughters and grandkids also live there. I am also anxious to spend time visiting with them.
Besides Art and Carla, my own brother Frank will also be there. When I decided to make this visit, Frank who lives in Georgia, decided to join me up there and should be arriving at the airport about a half hour before me. I just can't wait to hug the three of them.
The next 4 days will take forever. I will pack a little each night and count the hours until I leave Saturday morning. Boy am I ready for this trip!!!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
My Daughter's Mother is in Town
I know the title sounds complicated but here's the story.
A close friend had foster kids 30 years ago and teens being teens, one of them became pregnant with Stacy. Terry was in a bad place to begin with and having a child didn't help whatsoever. Her alcohol and drug habit consumed her entire being and my friend ended up raising Stacy until she was 7 when I took over Stacy's financial responsibilities, and although Terry wouldn't let me adopt her, I became her legal guardian. Terry continued to play VERY small parts in her life, mostly making and breaking promises but it was important to Stacy to try to keep her mother in her life. When Stacy was 16, she herself gave birth to a baby she named Cole but just as Terry wasn't a big part of Stacy's life, she wasn't much to Cole either.
When Stacy was 17, Terry stole quite a bit of valuable jewelery from her sister Kelly to support her drug habit. Of course a police report was filed by Kelly and Terry fled the state and has been gone the past 14 years. During this time, Stacy has married and has 2 more kids who obviously consider me their grandmother. They do have Terry's mom Pat in their lives also so they have never missed out on grandmother love.
Fast forward to this week. Cole is now 14 and graduated from Junior High Thursday. Terry came in for the graduation. My son-in-law and none of their friends have ever seen her. I am the only person they recognize as Stacy's mom and the kids' grandmother because I am the only one they have seen at family birthdays etc, so everyone was dying to see her. Tonight we celebrated Cole's graduation at a local restaurant and 20 people showed up as much to celebrate Cole as to see this woman they have only heard stories about. Stacy was really worried how her mother would look and act really fretted about it from the moment her grandmother informed her last week that Terry was coming to town. Stacy insisted that Terry not be present for the graduation but finally agreed that she could be at tonight's dinner.
Terry looks ok. She is off drugs (but still maybe drinking) but she is now 48 years old and the years of abuse have created a much older looking woman. It must have been tough for her to watch her grandkids' interactions with me, who in their eyes is their true grandmother, but she handled it extremely well I thought. She was very pleasant to all the friends who showed up, very warm to her sister (who was pretty surprised) and we had a super comfortable dinner.
Terry will be here a week but knows she can't stay because this is no longer home. She will spend time trying to get to know her grandchildren and maybe reconnect just a little with Stacy. I am grateful for the opportunity to be a mom and grandmom but just a little sad for Terry whose mistakes robbed her of the same opportunity all those years ago.
A close friend had foster kids 30 years ago and teens being teens, one of them became pregnant with Stacy. Terry was in a bad place to begin with and having a child didn't help whatsoever. Her alcohol and drug habit consumed her entire being and my friend ended up raising Stacy until she was 7 when I took over Stacy's financial responsibilities, and although Terry wouldn't let me adopt her, I became her legal guardian. Terry continued to play VERY small parts in her life, mostly making and breaking promises but it was important to Stacy to try to keep her mother in her life. When Stacy was 16, she herself gave birth to a baby she named Cole but just as Terry wasn't a big part of Stacy's life, she wasn't much to Cole either.
When Stacy was 17, Terry stole quite a bit of valuable jewelery from her sister Kelly to support her drug habit. Of course a police report was filed by Kelly and Terry fled the state and has been gone the past 14 years. During this time, Stacy has married and has 2 more kids who obviously consider me their grandmother. They do have Terry's mom Pat in their lives also so they have never missed out on grandmother love.
Fast forward to this week. Cole is now 14 and graduated from Junior High Thursday. Terry came in for the graduation. My son-in-law and none of their friends have ever seen her. I am the only person they recognize as Stacy's mom and the kids' grandmother because I am the only one they have seen at family birthdays etc, so everyone was dying to see her. Tonight we celebrated Cole's graduation at a local restaurant and 20 people showed up as much to celebrate Cole as to see this woman they have only heard stories about. Stacy was really worried how her mother would look and act really fretted about it from the moment her grandmother informed her last week that Terry was coming to town. Stacy insisted that Terry not be present for the graduation but finally agreed that she could be at tonight's dinner.
Terry looks ok. She is off drugs (but still maybe drinking) but she is now 48 years old and the years of abuse have created a much older looking woman. It must have been tough for her to watch her grandkids' interactions with me, who in their eyes is their true grandmother, but she handled it extremely well I thought. She was very pleasant to all the friends who showed up, very warm to her sister (who was pretty surprised) and we had a super comfortable dinner.
Terry will be here a week but knows she can't stay because this is no longer home. She will spend time trying to get to know her grandchildren and maybe reconnect just a little with Stacy. I am grateful for the opportunity to be a mom and grandmom but just a little sad for Terry whose mistakes robbed her of the same opportunity all those years ago.
Friday, June 8, 2007
HILTON INCARCERATION 2
I just read that the Judge has not only ordered Paris back to jail for 45 days and the picture of her being transported shows that she was handcuffed, without makeup, discheveled and crying. She just looks like crap.
I am a very sympathic person, but I just cannot find it in my heart to look upon this with mercy. Maybe it's because in the back of my mind, I might just envy her gazillion dollars and wish I just had a very small portion but I don't think that's the reason. Mainly I have a problem with people driving under the influence. As a matter of fact, I am one of the several designated drivers at our Moose Family Center so that people who are drinking are not forced to drive home. We never asked anyone for money because it's what we consider part of our community service. There have been times when we are still driving people home in the middle of the night.
I say this, not to take any credit for any good deeds but to question someone who has the means to hire drivers, yet selfishly or stupidly gets behind the wheel. Not once but even after being caught, doing it again.
For that alone, I sincerely feel her being returned to jail is more than fair. By the time she lives on bread and water for 45 days, maybe her taste for alcohol will have vanished along with her "better than thou" attitude.
I want to thank the Judge for teaching Paris what the majority of Americans understand about being conscientous, reliable citizens. Let's hear a hip hip hooray for him.
I am a very sympathic person, but I just cannot find it in my heart to look upon this with mercy. Maybe it's because in the back of my mind, I might just envy her gazillion dollars and wish I just had a very small portion but I don't think that's the reason. Mainly I have a problem with people driving under the influence. As a matter of fact, I am one of the several designated drivers at our Moose Family Center so that people who are drinking are not forced to drive home. We never asked anyone for money because it's what we consider part of our community service. There have been times when we are still driving people home in the middle of the night.
I say this, not to take any credit for any good deeds but to question someone who has the means to hire drivers, yet selfishly or stupidly gets behind the wheel. Not once but even after being caught, doing it again.
For that alone, I sincerely feel her being returned to jail is more than fair. By the time she lives on bread and water for 45 days, maybe her taste for alcohol will have vanished along with her "better than thou" attitude.
I want to thank the Judge for teaching Paris what the majority of Americans understand about being conscientous, reliable citizens. Let's hear a hip hip hooray for him.
HILTON RELEASE PART 2
I do believe we are witnessing a miracle in America. The majority of the people finally having one voice. I seldom agree with the Rev. Al Sharpton but yesterday he and I agreed on the sham of Paris' release and apparently most of the country agrees.
The outcry of this release has created so much noise that the Los Angeles City Attorney has requested the Judge who sentenced her review the reason for the release and Miss Hilton must go back to court today for that hearing. Will justice prevail and will she be returned to jail. I sure hope so. I absolutely cannot imagine what sort of medical problem arose which caused the lead Sheriff of Los Angeles to release her after only 3 days. Los Angeles has three of the best medical facilities available. USC Medical, UCLA Medical and Cedar Sinai Hospital are all within a very short trip to the Jail and I am sure any of the doctors would have been very happy to make a house call to this particular patient.
So we will see this morning if there really is true justice in America for all, or just for the rich. Sad to say, the world is watching this small picky commentary on our judicial system. America is fighting in Iraq so that every person living there has the same rights. The question now for the world to find out is if we here in America really have equial rights for every citizen no matter, race, color or wealth.
I do hope this particular Judge understands the consequences of his decision today. It's a very stupid petty case, but unfortunately the eyes and ears of the world and how they view American justice hangs in the balance.
Put her back in her cell where she should have remained your Honor and show everyone that "We the People" still means what the words imply!!
The outcry of this release has created so much noise that the Los Angeles City Attorney has requested the Judge who sentenced her review the reason for the release and Miss Hilton must go back to court today for that hearing. Will justice prevail and will she be returned to jail. I sure hope so. I absolutely cannot imagine what sort of medical problem arose which caused the lead Sheriff of Los Angeles to release her after only 3 days. Los Angeles has three of the best medical facilities available. USC Medical, UCLA Medical and Cedar Sinai Hospital are all within a very short trip to the Jail and I am sure any of the doctors would have been very happy to make a house call to this particular patient.
So we will see this morning if there really is true justice in America for all, or just for the rich. Sad to say, the world is watching this small picky commentary on our judicial system. America is fighting in Iraq so that every person living there has the same rights. The question now for the world to find out is if we here in America really have equial rights for every citizen no matter, race, color or wealth.
I do hope this particular Judge understands the consequences of his decision today. It's a very stupid petty case, but unfortunately the eyes and ears of the world and how they view American justice hangs in the balance.
Put her back in her cell where she should have remained your Honor and show everyone that "We the People" still means what the words imply!!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
PARIS HILTON'S HOUSE ARREST
When Paris was sentenced to jail, her original time was about 45 days. Even before she served one day, it was reduced to 23 days. Now after serving only 3 days, she has been released due to "the jail being overcrowded" and is under house arrest with ankle bracelet for 40 days.
I have a really big problem with all of this garbage. First, her cell belonged to her alone so how overcrowded could it be? Talk about favoritism. She not only gets to avoid the mandatory body search, she gets her own cell then she is released to house confinement. I can't imagine how confining her house really is. I can only imagine the size of a Hilton heress' mansion. So what if she is confined to the house? What can't she do?? Shopping, heck have any store send over some people with whatever stuff she wants to buy. Dancing, heck she can afford to pay any live band show up. She can probably entertain a couple of hundred of her closest friends in the basement. Food, heck she can have any restaurant in Los Angeles send their best chef to make whatever poor Paris desires. There is nothing outside of getting in her car (after all this why would she want to drive again anyway) and actually going somewhere. Ah geez it breaks my poor heart.
I can only hope that the next person who is sentenced to time for doing exactly what Paris was charged and indicted with, demands the exact same treatment as she received plus also demands to be sent to Paris' home to serve out their sentence.
Almost makes me want to get drunk and test it out!!!!
I have a really big problem with all of this garbage. First, her cell belonged to her alone so how overcrowded could it be? Talk about favoritism. She not only gets to avoid the mandatory body search, she gets her own cell then she is released to house confinement. I can't imagine how confining her house really is. I can only imagine the size of a Hilton heress' mansion. So what if she is confined to the house? What can't she do?? Shopping, heck have any store send over some people with whatever stuff she wants to buy. Dancing, heck she can afford to pay any live band show up. She can probably entertain a couple of hundred of her closest friends in the basement. Food, heck she can have any restaurant in Los Angeles send their best chef to make whatever poor Paris desires. There is nothing outside of getting in her car (after all this why would she want to drive again anyway) and actually going somewhere. Ah geez it breaks my poor heart.
I can only hope that the next person who is sentenced to time for doing exactly what Paris was charged and indicted with, demands the exact same treatment as she received plus also demands to be sent to Paris' home to serve out their sentence.
Almost makes me want to get drunk and test it out!!!!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
APPOINTMENT #2 WITH DENTAL DRAGON
As I am sitting here at home, having half my face just beginning to thaw out, I figure it's a good time to make dental observances which one has time to do when one is sitting in the dentist's chair being worked on for 4 hours.
First, no matter how high tech the sonic drill is, it still makes that horrible sound and one still smells the burning teeth!! Second, even when the dentist puts some anesthetic cream on before inserting the needle to freeze the area, it still hurts (well I did say I was a baby about this whole thing). Third, once the dentist starts using the drill, the water starts with it. No matter how big the suction thing the assistant uses, even when the suction thing is strong enough to swallow the inside of your cheeks, it still doesn't pick up enough liquid, and there is a fountain of water spurting all over the face and glasses. Oh I forgot to mention that before she started, the dentist handed me some designer, wrap around sunglasses to wear so that the light she uses while she in buried in my mouth wouldn't blind me. She didn't have to worry about my being blinded. With all that water spurting over my face, I couldn't have kept my eyes open anyway.
Where was I, oh yes item four. The rubber thingy the dentist puts in your mouth to keep it open, doesn't stay in place and is soon sliding forward forcing you try to push it back with your tongue, a very difficult maneuver considering half your mouth and face is frozen. Fifth, I can't for the life of my figure out why someone can't invent some tooth cleaning stuff which doesn't taste bitter. I guess the bitter scares the bacteria, but if you swallow just a bit, it's awful and the taste lingers much too long.
Anyway, I survived the appointment and the work on the two broken teeth (at least she did both at one time for which I am very grateful) and a very severe cleaning. I have temporary caps which will last until I get back from Iowa. Right now like I said when I started, the freezing is disappearing and there is some pounding ache (feels like I have been socked in the jaw) which I hope will be gone by the time I have to go to work in the morning. I have some Tylenol if I need it in order to sleep.
When I get back, we will start on phase two, the permanent caps for the two teeth she fixed today, and the root canal on other side of my mouth plus having one tooth which is beyond repair pulled.
This appointment wasn't terribly horrible but not a fun day in the park either, but I am determined to see the entire job through and hopefully, won't have to do this for another 4 years...well maybe 5 or 6 years!!
First, no matter how high tech the sonic drill is, it still makes that horrible sound and one still smells the burning teeth!! Second, even when the dentist puts some anesthetic cream on before inserting the needle to freeze the area, it still hurts (well I did say I was a baby about this whole thing). Third, once the dentist starts using the drill, the water starts with it. No matter how big the suction thing the assistant uses, even when the suction thing is strong enough to swallow the inside of your cheeks, it still doesn't pick up enough liquid, and there is a fountain of water spurting all over the face and glasses. Oh I forgot to mention that before she started, the dentist handed me some designer, wrap around sunglasses to wear so that the light she uses while she in buried in my mouth wouldn't blind me. She didn't have to worry about my being blinded. With all that water spurting over my face, I couldn't have kept my eyes open anyway.
Where was I, oh yes item four. The rubber thingy the dentist puts in your mouth to keep it open, doesn't stay in place and is soon sliding forward forcing you try to push it back with your tongue, a very difficult maneuver considering half your mouth and face is frozen. Fifth, I can't for the life of my figure out why someone can't invent some tooth cleaning stuff which doesn't taste bitter. I guess the bitter scares the bacteria, but if you swallow just a bit, it's awful and the taste lingers much too long.
Anyway, I survived the appointment and the work on the two broken teeth (at least she did both at one time for which I am very grateful) and a very severe cleaning. I have temporary caps which will last until I get back from Iowa. Right now like I said when I started, the freezing is disappearing and there is some pounding ache (feels like I have been socked in the jaw) which I hope will be gone by the time I have to go to work in the morning. I have some Tylenol if I need it in order to sleep.
When I get back, we will start on phase two, the permanent caps for the two teeth she fixed today, and the root canal on other side of my mouth plus having one tooth which is beyond repair pulled.
This appointment wasn't terribly horrible but not a fun day in the park either, but I am determined to see the entire job through and hopefully, won't have to do this for another 4 years...well maybe 5 or 6 years!!
Sunday, June 3, 2007
THE STANLEY CUP IS WHERE???
I just watched something on the CBS channel Sunday Morning program on the Stanley Cup which triggered a long past forgotten memory.
For those not in the know, the Stanley Cup is professional hockey's ultimate trophy. This week it's up for grabs between the Anaheim Ducks and the Ottawa Senators. The Sunday morning show featured this very old and famous cup.
I grew up in Montreal with the Canadians hocky team, who have won the trophy more than any other team in hockey history. From 1955 to 1959, we were lucky enough to have the trophy live in Montreal. It's a huge trophy and one which has an interesting history. It's the only professional trophy which each championship team player can take home for 24 hours to do whatever they want and because of this, there are pictures of the Stanley cup on mountains, at Graceland, in Russia (since the fall of Communism, hockey players hail from Russia too). Many players take it to hospitals to that kids can touch the cup and have their pictures taken. All in all, this professional trophy has probably been to more interesting places than most of us.
This brings me to my memory. My dad was a Leutenant (pronounced Leftenant in Canada) in the Montreal Fire Department. His fire station was less than a mile from the Montreal Forum where the Canadians played hockey in those days.
The morning after they won the Stanley Cup at the end of the 1958-1959 season, just as I was getting ready for school, the phone rang. I remember my mom saying into the phone "The Stanley Cup is Where??" It was sitting on my dad's desk at the station.
Apparently, after the game and the award presentation, some of the players decided to take the Stanley Cup out to meet it's most loyal fans. Of course, the nearest place was the tavern (Montreal word for bar) closest to the Forum where the hardiest fans celebrated after the winning game. Of course, it's assumed that the players received the gratitude of the fans with free drinks and when the tavern closed down, everyone walked outside to parade the cup down St. Catherine Street (most famous street in Montreal)in the direction of Dad's station.
In the morning, two of Montreal's finest policemen found the cup sitting on the corner of St. Catherine and Guy Street. Apparently in their enthusiasm (Montreal word for drunkeness) the trophy was put down while everyone hugged and celebrated, then everyone went their own way and left the trophy on the corner. Fortunately while it was still a little dark out, the two officers patrolling spotted it before someone decided to keep the trophy as a souveneer, and realized the safest place to protect it until the team could be notified was the fire station down a half block.
My dad called my mom as soon as the celebration of actually having the Stanley Cup in the fire station died down. At 10:00 the team managers were notified and rushed over to reclaim it. It didn't make the papers because the year before the cup was left at a photographer's studio for 4 weeks until someone remembered and picked it up. I am guessing the hockey team didn't want any more publicity on how the Canadians misplace the cup.
On this Sunday morning show, Bill Geist one of the reporters was given the opportunity to spend time with the trophy. He decided to travel around New York city with it, along with the bodyguard which now accompanies it since that famous day in 1959). Watching ordinary New Yorkers clustered around the cup just to touch it, triggered this long forgotten memory of my childhood. Sometimes just watching TV brings back the fondest memories.
For those not in the know, the Stanley Cup is professional hockey's ultimate trophy. This week it's up for grabs between the Anaheim Ducks and the Ottawa Senators. The Sunday morning show featured this very old and famous cup.
I grew up in Montreal with the Canadians hocky team, who have won the trophy more than any other team in hockey history. From 1955 to 1959, we were lucky enough to have the trophy live in Montreal. It's a huge trophy and one which has an interesting history. It's the only professional trophy which each championship team player can take home for 24 hours to do whatever they want and because of this, there are pictures of the Stanley cup on mountains, at Graceland, in Russia (since the fall of Communism, hockey players hail from Russia too). Many players take it to hospitals to that kids can touch the cup and have their pictures taken. All in all, this professional trophy has probably been to more interesting places than most of us.
This brings me to my memory. My dad was a Leutenant (pronounced Leftenant in Canada) in the Montreal Fire Department. His fire station was less than a mile from the Montreal Forum where the Canadians played hockey in those days.
The morning after they won the Stanley Cup at the end of the 1958-1959 season, just as I was getting ready for school, the phone rang. I remember my mom saying into the phone "The Stanley Cup is Where??" It was sitting on my dad's desk at the station.
Apparently, after the game and the award presentation, some of the players decided to take the Stanley Cup out to meet it's most loyal fans. Of course, the nearest place was the tavern (Montreal word for bar) closest to the Forum where the hardiest fans celebrated after the winning game. Of course, it's assumed that the players received the gratitude of the fans with free drinks and when the tavern closed down, everyone walked outside to parade the cup down St. Catherine Street (most famous street in Montreal)in the direction of Dad's station.
In the morning, two of Montreal's finest policemen found the cup sitting on the corner of St. Catherine and Guy Street. Apparently in their enthusiasm (Montreal word for drunkeness) the trophy was put down while everyone hugged and celebrated, then everyone went their own way and left the trophy on the corner. Fortunately while it was still a little dark out, the two officers patrolling spotted it before someone decided to keep the trophy as a souveneer, and realized the safest place to protect it until the team could be notified was the fire station down a half block.
My dad called my mom as soon as the celebration of actually having the Stanley Cup in the fire station died down. At 10:00 the team managers were notified and rushed over to reclaim it. It didn't make the papers because the year before the cup was left at a photographer's studio for 4 weeks until someone remembered and picked it up. I am guessing the hockey team didn't want any more publicity on how the Canadians misplace the cup.
On this Sunday morning show, Bill Geist one of the reporters was given the opportunity to spend time with the trophy. He decided to travel around New York city with it, along with the bodyguard which now accompanies it since that famous day in 1959). Watching ordinary New Yorkers clustered around the cup just to touch it, triggered this long forgotten memory of my childhood. Sometimes just watching TV brings back the fondest memories.
Friday, June 1, 2007
MY 12 YEAR OLD DENTIST
Well, she isn't actually 12, although she does have a pony tail. I figure she is probably somewhere in her very early 30's, a nice warm confident person who is super comfortable to talk to. The office as I said in my last blog has only been open a few months. It's a beautiful, comfortable office with all the newest equipment including an x-ray machine which not only takes x-rays but also has a miniature camera. The technician took pictures of all my teeth for the dentist to see. Even the drill looks high tech, intimidating but high tech nonetheless.
Needless to say, because I have ignored my teeth forever, there is a lot of work to be done. One tooth must be pulled, two teeth required root canals, then caps, and two more have cavities. As I promised on my last blog, I have committed to having all the work required done. I start the first 4 hours of treatment on June 5. I also plan on having the whitening procedure after my teeth have been fixed. I should end up with a brilliant smile, even as my face is deteriorating with age.
I think I have known this would happen because fortunately I have been saving money all this time. I really wasn't surprised,and didn't faint or cry when the office manager told me how much all this would cost. Even with my dental insurance, the amount is in the 4 figures but I feel all this work is necessary to save whatever teeth I have left. It's something I have to do, no matter how much fear is involved.
So we will start next week and continue until the job is done. The dental dragon is not as intimidating as I thought it would be, but then, the work hasn't been started yet. Stay turned for dental bulletins as we proceed.
Needless to say, because I have ignored my teeth forever, there is a lot of work to be done. One tooth must be pulled, two teeth required root canals, then caps, and two more have cavities. As I promised on my last blog, I have committed to having all the work required done. I start the first 4 hours of treatment on June 5. I also plan on having the whitening procedure after my teeth have been fixed. I should end up with a brilliant smile, even as my face is deteriorating with age.
I think I have known this would happen because fortunately I have been saving money all this time. I really wasn't surprised,and didn't faint or cry when the office manager told me how much all this would cost. Even with my dental insurance, the amount is in the 4 figures but I feel all this work is necessary to save whatever teeth I have left. It's something I have to do, no matter how much fear is involved.
So we will start next week and continue until the job is done. The dental dragon is not as intimidating as I thought it would be, but then, the work hasn't been started yet. Stay turned for dental bulletins as we proceed.
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