Okay, here's my plan. I've bought several things for myself and I'm going to wrap them up and put under the tree. I figure that by the 25th I will have forgotten what is in some of the packages. I came to this because I've been going through lots of clothes to see what fits and what doesn't and what I want to get rid of or keep. And other than my Mom & Dad, I don't think anyone else will be getting me anything. That's not really a bad thing since step-kids really don't have the money. Also, most everybody know that if I want something, I usually get it myself.
I'm finding things that I forgot I have and that's almost like getting presents. I really don't think I'm losing it - if I ever had it - but just simply have too much stuff. Now I wonder why I have so much stuff. Does a person need more than 2 pair of jeans if she has a washer and dryer in the house. If I really went out a lot or was a real "fashion plate" then I could justify having more but I live in Independence, Kansas and going out is not fancy by any means.
Soooooo later I plan on going downstairs and bringing upstairs the lighted 7 1/2 foot tree that I just had to have several years ago and have only put up and decorated once. One year Jim put up the tree but I was in a "snit" about it and didn't decorate it. Not putting up a tree has not prevented me from buying new ornaments each year. Why do I feel that I must get my Hallmark ornaments each year?
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Going to Bartlesville
Going to Bartlesville tomorrow to get food for the dogs, gas for the car and return a pair of jeans to Dillards. Also need to see if the pet store will exchange a collar I bought for Scilla. Not even looking for a refund for the difference in the collar. Just want one that will fit her. Not sure what I was thinking when I bought it as it is at least 2 times as big as what I need. Bought little charms for it that spell her name. It is adorable but just way too big for her.
I buy Blue Buffalo from this place and can not find it anywhere else at a cheaper price PLUS they have a program that after you buy so many bags you get one free. I think it's 9 or 10 and the next is free. I'm very close to getting a free bag.
Blue Buffalo has turned out to be a very good food for us. With others there usually was a time that someone got ill and vomited or thru up but this has not been the case with Blue Buffalo. When you have 5 dogs, it's very hard to find out which has the runs or the up-chucks.
I buy Blue Buffalo from this place and can not find it anywhere else at a cheaper price PLUS they have a program that after you buy so many bags you get one free. I think it's 9 or 10 and the next is free. I'm very close to getting a free bag.
Blue Buffalo has turned out to be a very good food for us. With others there usually was a time that someone got ill and vomited or thru up but this has not been the case with Blue Buffalo. When you have 5 dogs, it's very hard to find out which has the runs or the up-chucks.
I have discovered that boxed wine is not what it used to be. There is some really respectable boxed wine. I have also discovered a major problem with boxed wine. You can not tell how much you have had to drink when it's from a box. Drinking from a bottle you can easily see just how much has been taken out of the bottle. The box (being equivalent of 4 bottles) is not transparent so the gage is not there. Not an insurmountable problem but a great excuse for drinking just a little too much. LOL
I'm a snob.
Not sure how it happened but I have become a snob. Don't have anything more going for me than most people but somehow I seem to feel that I'm better or have it better than some people. Have heard about my problem with my "attitude" and wondered just what the heck they were talking about but I think now I know. I have this "air" of superiority that is backed up by nothing at all. I'm tall, good looking, intelligent, and maybe a few more things but nothing really special. I haven't turned out to be the first woman Supreme Court Chief Justice or even anything else that could be "bragged" about.
There was a time in the summer of 2009 that I sat and realized that I was really and truly happy. HAPPY!!! I remember looking at my husband (sitting in the kitchen at the computer) and realizing that I was happy and would not change places with anyone else on the face of the earth. I didn't tell him what I was feeling and not sure that I regret that. A few months later he would be dead and my world was turned upside down but even then - I was a snob. I had nothing really but still there was this feeling that I wasn't the same as many people I came into contact with.
He dealt with may people that really were down and he liked being able to help people. He even helped them when they were not helping themselves and were screwing him. There was one woman that had lived in 2 different houses he owned and each time left with a mess left behind and owing him money. One day she called wanting to talk to him and I told her that he would be renting a house to her only if he wanted a divorce from me. We didn't divorce but he did rent her a house and again she screwed him over. He was just such an easy mark for some people. Even if he had not been taken advantage of by so many people, I still would have problems talking to and being nice to lots of people he dealt with. He would occasionally ask me to be nicer to so and so and I would try (not too much) and that would make him a little happy.
There is something about me and my "carriage" that sets people off. I know that when I was in high school my Mother would get on to me about being more friendly and not being a snob. It was the way I was walking around. Didn't know what she was talking about. As a young adult, I got in trouble with my boss about my attitude. Didn't know what he was talking about (at the time) so tried to be more friendly. Figure now that what he was talking about was my "air of superiority".
That's really crazy since I usually feel way more insignificant than others. Not sure that is really the word. I find that I must force myself in many situations and do not feel confident even when others seem to feel that I am. As I've gotten older it has gotten easier since I really don't care what most people think or say. There is a lot of liberation in getting older. Ha, Ha!!
There was a time in the summer of 2009 that I sat and realized that I was really and truly happy. HAPPY!!! I remember looking at my husband (sitting in the kitchen at the computer) and realizing that I was happy and would not change places with anyone else on the face of the earth. I didn't tell him what I was feeling and not sure that I regret that. A few months later he would be dead and my world was turned upside down but even then - I was a snob. I had nothing really but still there was this feeling that I wasn't the same as many people I came into contact with.
He dealt with may people that really were down and he liked being able to help people. He even helped them when they were not helping themselves and were screwing him. There was one woman that had lived in 2 different houses he owned and each time left with a mess left behind and owing him money. One day she called wanting to talk to him and I told her that he would be renting a house to her only if he wanted a divorce from me. We didn't divorce but he did rent her a house and again she screwed him over. He was just such an easy mark for some people. Even if he had not been taken advantage of by so many people, I still would have problems talking to and being nice to lots of people he dealt with. He would occasionally ask me to be nicer to so and so and I would try (not too much) and that would make him a little happy.
There is something about me and my "carriage" that sets people off. I know that when I was in high school my Mother would get on to me about being more friendly and not being a snob. It was the way I was walking around. Didn't know what she was talking about. As a young adult, I got in trouble with my boss about my attitude. Didn't know what he was talking about (at the time) so tried to be more friendly. Figure now that what he was talking about was my "air of superiority".
That's really crazy since I usually feel way more insignificant than others. Not sure that is really the word. I find that I must force myself in many situations and do not feel confident even when others seem to feel that I am. As I've gotten older it has gotten easier since I really don't care what most people think or say. There is a lot of liberation in getting older. Ha, Ha!!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Keeping up with the Jones
Used to be that when you bought a new car, you knew that it devalued the minute you drove it off the lot. That is about the only thing that I can think of from "the dark ages" that did something like that. Now it is electronic equipment. Guess that is the right term for all the toys that we all "must" have now - or at least that I must have.
Seems like no matter how much you investigate and read up on products, the minute you buy one the NEW GREATER than ever product hits the market. Years ago I got a Razr and people would comment and want to see it. It seemed to stay the phone to have for a while and then things got crazy!! Or at least that's the way I saw it.
I have wanted a tablet. Not that I need a tablet but I wanted one. I got a new PC (for a great price) and thought that would take care of that craving. Nope. Read more about tablets and read that the Nook Color was just a great substitute for a tablet. I already had a Nook Color (a whole 'nother story) and I tried to satisfy myself using that to browse the web etc. Nope. Got out my cute little purple Acer netbook and played around with it some but it was clunky, got hot, and I'm not good with the little touch pad.
Soooo I ordered and received a Samsung 7" tablet and tried that. Not what I wanted. Sent it back and reminded myself that there was plenty good I could do with the $599 it was gonna cost me to get the 10.1 Samsung Galaxy Tab (darn you Andy Cohen!). I was safe for a while with knowing that it didn't have a USB port and that would be something very necessary for a tablet - not sure why but it was. Somehow I found out that Samsung made an adapter so that problem was solved - extra purchase but doable.
Well, my Samsung tablet arrived the other day. I now have the adapter, a cover, and a screen protector on order. So far I like it and think I will use it more than I did the netbook (that I still have). Here I am feeling pretty good and I'm reading something on my Nook and it says that Amazon is coming out with a tablet and will be in the $200 to $300 price range. DAMN!!! I have lots of faith in Amazon and know it will most likely be a terrific product. If I send my Samsung back and wait for the Amazon, who's to say that the next day there won't be another dynomite tablet coming out from someone else. Losing battle to try to stay on top of things.
Why do I do this? I don't need the newest. I don't need to have lots of bells and whistles but I guess I want them. I like the challenge of figuring out these things and I like to be connected to the world even when I'm just sitting at home and don't really want to be out there. In the long run, it probably doesn’t matter why as much as how impossible it seems to be. With technology improving daily it just seems inevitable that once you buy something you are going to miss out on the new and improved whatever and that’s just the way it’s going to be. Could get a little expensive for me – lol.
Seems like no matter how much you investigate and read up on products, the minute you buy one the NEW GREATER than ever product hits the market. Years ago I got a Razr and people would comment and want to see it. It seemed to stay the phone to have for a while and then things got crazy!! Or at least that's the way I saw it.
I have wanted a tablet. Not that I need a tablet but I wanted one. I got a new PC (for a great price) and thought that would take care of that craving. Nope. Read more about tablets and read that the Nook Color was just a great substitute for a tablet. I already had a Nook Color (a whole 'nother story) and I tried to satisfy myself using that to browse the web etc. Nope. Got out my cute little purple Acer netbook and played around with it some but it was clunky, got hot, and I'm not good with the little touch pad.
Soooo I ordered and received a Samsung 7" tablet and tried that. Not what I wanted. Sent it back and reminded myself that there was plenty good I could do with the $599 it was gonna cost me to get the 10.1 Samsung Galaxy Tab (darn you Andy Cohen!). I was safe for a while with knowing that it didn't have a USB port and that would be something very necessary for a tablet - not sure why but it was. Somehow I found out that Samsung made an adapter so that problem was solved - extra purchase but doable.
Well, my Samsung tablet arrived the other day. I now have the adapter, a cover, and a screen protector on order. So far I like it and think I will use it more than I did the netbook (that I still have). Here I am feeling pretty good and I'm reading something on my Nook and it says that Amazon is coming out with a tablet and will be in the $200 to $300 price range. DAMN!!! I have lots of faith in Amazon and know it will most likely be a terrific product. If I send my Samsung back and wait for the Amazon, who's to say that the next day there won't be another dynomite tablet coming out from someone else. Losing battle to try to stay on top of things.
Why do I do this? I don't need the newest. I don't need to have lots of bells and whistles but I guess I want them. I like the challenge of figuring out these things and I like to be connected to the world even when I'm just sitting at home and don't really want to be out there. In the long run, it probably doesn’t matter why as much as how impossible it seems to be. With technology improving daily it just seems inevitable that once you buy something you are going to miss out on the new and improved whatever and that’s just the way it’s going to be. Could get a little expensive for me – lol.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Hula hoop and skateboards
Was just reading an Uncle John's Bathroom reader and came upon an article on hula hoops. Said that Wham-O started selling those in 1958. That would have made me 7 years old. I know we were living in South Carolina at the time. My brother Mike and I wanted a hula hoop - at least I suppose we did since my dad took on one of his "projects". He wasn't going to spend good money on something that he could easily make. He then proceeded to cut up a garden hose and tacked the circle together with a piece of wood (I think) and declared we now had a hula hoop. Unfortunately he used one of those old black garden hoses. The thing was super heavy to pick up and just about impossible to twirl around once we got it up off the ground. We did get our store bought hula hoops.
I have a vague recollection of my brother, Mike, being in a contest and lasting a long, long time. Don't remember him winning it but do know that he did good. Have to think that I also entered the contest but maybe not either way - know that I didn't do as well as Mike did.
Years later the skateboard became the popular thing to have. Dad to the rescue once again. We had some regular roller skates - the kind that used a key - and he dismantled those and connected them to boards and voila - skate boards. This time it was a success. He made one that was big enough for 3 kinds to get on and also one that one person barely would be able to use. We had a blast with those. Our house - on the base - was on a gently sloping road which made it perfect for us. I remember hours and hours of skateboarding on that street with friends and my brothers. We were at Richards-Gabeur (SP?) AFB and I was probably about 13/14 when we moved there.
I have a vague recollection of my brother, Mike, being in a contest and lasting a long, long time. Don't remember him winning it but do know that he did good. Have to think that I also entered the contest but maybe not either way - know that I didn't do as well as Mike did.
Years later the skateboard became the popular thing to have. Dad to the rescue once again. We had some regular roller skates - the kind that used a key - and he dismantled those and connected them to boards and voila - skate boards. This time it was a success. He made one that was big enough for 3 kinds to get on and also one that one person barely would be able to use. We had a blast with those. Our house - on the base - was on a gently sloping road which made it perfect for us. I remember hours and hours of skateboarding on that street with friends and my brothers. We were at Richards-Gabeur (SP?) AFB and I was probably about 13/14 when we moved there.
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