Out of My Mind

Out of My Mind

Monday, March 24, 2008

Present or warning?

Our cat, Penny, has left little mouse bodies in prominant places about our home in the last week. It leads me to wonder if they are her feline equivalent of diamonds set in a flashy broach kind of present or a horse head on the pillow kind of warning that she can kill while we are asleep.

How Come?

How come, once I turn the computer off, I can come up with witty, enlightening, relavent posts.. but once the computer is switched back on, the mere act of pressing the "on" button, causes a memory dump.. and I sit there looking at the blank screen with an equally blank brain? Then once again "off".. engaged in meaningless tasks and the mind floods with ideas.. and of course I'm out of reach of a keyboard so the thoughts flow over and out my brain.. never to be found again.. such is life.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Just an update on the pooch dentistry..

We sorrily under estimated the cost of Missy's little dentist visit.. it cost $297.00.. I think it may be bank loan time to keep her in the style to which she has become accustomed. But at least she ain't no $5,500. hooker.

A disquieting revelation..

I just recently discovered that my daughter, some sisters and some nieces and nephews read my blog.. not that there's anything wrong with that.. it's just odd.. and disquieting.. in a slightly perverted sense.. like they were reading my diary.. which I guess they are.. shame on you all!!.. *mental note to watch the family references.. on second thought.. what the hell.. it'll teach them for peeking.. lol.*

Phantom print...

Just a note to all you bloggers out there.. if you want to pick a layout that doesn't cause temperary blindness.. stay away from a black/extremely dark background with white print... it takes me at least a minute and a half to dispell the phantom print from my corneas... just sayin'.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Waiting Game

My computer hard drive crashed.. never to return.. my son had resurrected it back to a working condition only to have it spin out of control once again.. so off to buy a new hard drive online.. waiting for a week to ten days for the new one to arrive I decided that I may as well order a new graphics card while I was at it (only to discover that my power supply wasn't heavy enough being only 300 watts to the video card's 350 watt requirement).. so I'm contemplating the outlay of more money for a new power supply.. meanwhile the hard drive arrived only to be proven as a dud.. so back it goes and a new one ordered.. only to have to wait all over again for the replacement, not knowing if this one is also a glorified paper weight.. and in the meantime my fingers itch to get back to my passion and obscession.. (no not that one.. my other obscession and passion) poser... and to top it off I'm at home with a severe arthritis flair up, without my distraction.

The storms that almost were...

We've had our hopes raised by the all knowing(?)and revered voices from the weather channel who have promised us days of immense accumulations of either snow or more excitingly anticipated.. freezing rain.. where we have visions of snuggling in front of the wood stove on the day of days.. a STORM DAY.. only to be awaken by our alarm clocks and stumbling to the window to observe the rage of nature only to be greeted by a slight wind and a spinkling of snow... How fair is that?... but come the weekend we can expect gale force winds and snow drifts only to be disappointed because the storm can't be expected to stretch over more than a day.. and the day is always Saturday only to be followed by warmer temperatures and rain by Sunday evening, leaving the roads clear and passable by Monday morning.. Damned weather persons.. how you mock us

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

What a Waste...

On Sunday what a whopper of a storm... high winds .. snow.. freezing rain.. power outage for a couple of hours.. but to have it on a Sunday..what a waste of a good storm.. when we could have basked in the glow of a storm day.. could have slept in and then could have stood around scratching my butt all day.. *wait a minute.. that's what I do at "work"..*

Poor Missy our little Poodle held out as long as she could, in fact her eyes were floating by the time she insisted that we let her go out.. then she stood bracing herself against the battering wind as her ears twirled like helicopter blades on each side of her head.. then when she "went" I pray that she was facing the wind and not with her back to it.. if you get my drift.. *why does the line "don't shit into the wind, and don't mess around with Jim" seem so appropriate?*