My Ramblings
Friday, August 01, 2003
Note to man in Port Orchard (and you know who you are): Please do not yell profanities in line at the medical clinic when my kids are standing there. It doesn't matter that they messed up on your prescription; these things happen. Deal with it. You can't even blame it on the weather because it's cooled off. Calling the pharmacist an "asshole" really set well with all in line, and I sure hope my kids remember it for a long, long time. My favorite part was how you made the cashier cry. You must be a fun man at home. I wish you were my neighbor.
For the record, I stated that out of my Dollar Store escapades, I purchase "rarely anything that claims to be edible." Okay, okay... I did buy those nasty salt and vinegar chips. They sounded good at the time, and I couldn't beat the price. I took them home and should have realized they were out of my league when my eyes began to tear as I opened the bag. One bite and I thought my mouth was on fire. It felt as though it was burning a hole in my tongue. I ate a few more and then couldn't stand it and had to put them away. They sat on my desk for about a week, and every so often I'd eat one for no particular reason, and the torment would resume. The kids wouldn't even taste them. It was bad.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
I'm a pretty cheap person and love a good deal. My husband and I have this in common. So when the Dollar Store and the just-a-bit-more-than-the dollar stores came into our town, I was thrilled. I do have my limits though. I'll buy paper and party bags at the Dollar Store, but I won't buy toothpaste and rarely anything that claims to be edible.
That is where my husband I differ. He's cheaper than me. You'd think we would have saved up enough by now to be rich. He buys his shaving cream there, his soap, his aspirin, large containers of soft drinks. He use to buy razors there too. I had to "borrow" a razor one day and left the tub with knicks and cuts up and down my legs. Obviously there was a big flaw in the razor factory that day. A few days later I saw him coming out of the bathroom with tiny pieces of toilet tissue across his face. "Oh, you used one of those razors, didn't you..."
He'll occasionally come home with a tool from a dollar-like store. The rake whose prongs all bent flat one day. The shovel that my brother mocked as he tried to dig a hole at my house and the scoop part broke off. The 20-foot aluminum ladder that everybody pointed and laughed at.
So when that lightbulb in our house blew up the other day, I was suspicious. I remembered the "great deal" my husband had found at one of our local stores a few weeks back. He was so pleased by the value that he made a special trip one day to buy a dozen more of these bulbs. "Great buy for $1" he said.
He replaced about half the light fixtures in the house with these special, no-named brand flourescent bulbs.
And last night, I took them all out again and put in good ol' GE 40 watters. Besides the one in the bathroom that poofed out smoke the other day, another one in the rec room had apparently done the same thing at one time as a whole portion of its glass was broken out with black remnants of smoke around it's edges. Good Lord, I thought.
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
While meandering through the below site about trailers, I found a link to a place that sells any kind of fake teeth you could want. I am personally considering a pairt of "Chikklets - Goofy trip in the Way-Back Machine - two giant, flat teeth with an elongated bit of gum between them. Very funny and non-threatening." They sound good as I really would prefer a non-threatening set.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Someone alerted me to this site, saying it seemed like something I would like. What do you know, she's right! Missouri Trailer Trash
I read up on chemtrails a lot last year, and then walked around outside, looking up suspiciously, thinking that there could possibly be some sort of a conspiracy. Not that I lived life any differently despite having weird clouds above the house (we live near a small airport, so who knows what people might be sputtering out up there).
I lurked on a board where people are truly convinced the government is sending off planes to dump chemicals on us, secretly experimenting on groups of people to discover the effects of certain agents. It was entertaining to read, but I held no real opinion.
Then one day last year someone in my local area posted on that board that she'd discovered, much to her horror, that her cars were covered in a green sticky mist that morning. I went out to my car, and sure enough, it was on my car too. It was also on the ground. It was in the yard. It was not on the trees that were dropping it.... Her theory completely made me disregard the whole contrail concept.
What do you think?
Had two scary incidences happen Sunday. First I'm awoken in the wee hours of the morning not being able to breathe! Something in my air passages (probably from having a cold) had blocked my airway. I coughed it up and then had to eat six Tums to keep my stomach contents from completely burning up my esophagus. Then a few hours later, I hear a popping from the bathroom. Glad I didn't ignore it. Walked into the bathroom to see flames coming out of one of a flourescent bulbs from the fixture! I guess I don't do well in emergencies because rather than trying to put it out, I started yelling "There's flames! There's flames!" to my husband downstairs. He rushed up, leaned right up into the bulb, and blew it out. He said he thought I was yelling "The plane! The plane!" Oh please....
