Just for you I found a nice elephant info guide - you're going to love it. 'Elephacts', you might call it.
Or....not.
ENJOY!
https://www.facebook.com/therainforestsite/videos/vb.6020882687/10153056403562688/?type=2&theater
8.12.2015
6.19.2015
The word "get" has got to go
What is with the ignorance of people using the English language?
I have a lot of pet peeves. This I know and, well....whatever.
However, I feel compelled to tell the universe how I feel regarding the lack of ability (within the general population) to correctly use the English language in an intelligent and thoughtful way. Let's face it, embrace it, and erase it - the funk of the grammatically lazy, that is. When did mediocrity become the norm?
Has anyone else even noticed that the practice of intelligent speaking has truly taken a nose dive over the last 10-20 years. 'I mean', just listen to us!
Let's try this:
"...absorbs us from the inside until we are consumed by it and become comfortable with repetitive patterns..."
Quite frankly, there are a small number of ways that sentence could have been better constructed, but it wasn't. Don't even get me started on the poor punctuation. [slow burn]
Sadly, the lazy and improper use of language is becoming more disappointing with every passing year. The word "get" has found its way into most sentences any more, when so many other perfectly suited words would do a much better job communicating, informing, and delivering content. What are we so afraid of that we can't even hire people to type up news stories on television for our 'talking heads' to say in front of a camera? Or, are our newscasters presenting the news in a rogue fashion, and they themselves can't construct a proper sentence?
It's horrifying to know there are horrible English students (with deplorable speaking habits) wending their way through college and gaining accreditation to teach young, pliable minds. Once youngsters are subjected to these new lazy and improperly speaking teachers, who's left to reverse the damage? Who will monitor the decline of intelligence and work to reverse it? There are an equal amount of parents who also speak poorly, so there will be no help for the coming generations of kids to recognize the issues and reverse the trend.
How are we to "life hack" our way out of this trouble? MacGyver has retired.
Oh, and, PS:
Don't blame your mobile phone (or other electronic device) for messing up a conversation and inadvertently causing issues due to its "spellcheck" feature, if you are the sort of lazy idiot who can't be bothered to even attempt to spell a word correctly - or remember the correct uses for "your", "you're", "their", "they're", and "there" (among others). But these are matters for another time and place.
I have a lot of pet peeves. This I know and, well....whatever.
However, I feel compelled to tell the universe how I feel regarding the lack of ability (within the general population) to correctly use the English language in an intelligent and thoughtful way. Let's face it, embrace it, and erase it - the funk of the grammatically lazy, that is. When did mediocrity become the norm?
Has anyone else even noticed that the practice of intelligent speaking has truly taken a nose dive over the last 10-20 years. 'I mean', just listen to us!
- Lazy speech patterns
- The overuse of words in sentences taking the place of "um" and "uh" and the rest - specifically the words "like" and "so", and the phrase "I mean"....when the speaker hasn't even said anything of note requiring clarification
- Saying "hashtag" to bring an air of importance to some trivial subject matter
- Inventing other uses for a word(s), when it isn't necessary, to get the meaning across; i.e. - a "life hack" is NOT the same as a tip or shortcut or a unique solution share
- The needless (and stupid) use of certain other words to shortcut the need for inserting a little grey matter into the conversation - which is why I am here today
This is how routine affects us; absorbs us from the inside until we get consumed by it and get comfortable with repetitive patterns and accept changes along the way.Seriously?!
Let's try this:
"...absorbs us from the inside until we are consumed by it and become comfortable with repetitive patterns..."
Quite frankly, there are a small number of ways that sentence could have been better constructed, but it wasn't. Don't even get me started on the poor punctuation. [slow burn]
Sadly, the lazy and improper use of language is becoming more disappointing with every passing year. The word "get" has found its way into most sentences any more, when so many other perfectly suited words would do a much better job communicating, informing, and delivering content. What are we so afraid of that we can't even hire people to type up news stories on television for our 'talking heads' to say in front of a camera? Or, are our newscasters presenting the news in a rogue fashion, and they themselves can't construct a proper sentence?
It's horrifying to know there are horrible English students (with deplorable speaking habits) wending their way through college and gaining accreditation to teach young, pliable minds. Once youngsters are subjected to these new lazy and improperly speaking teachers, who's left to reverse the damage? Who will monitor the decline of intelligence and work to reverse it? There are an equal amount of parents who also speak poorly, so there will be no help for the coming generations of kids to recognize the issues and reverse the trend.
How are we to "life hack" our way out of this trouble? MacGyver has retired.
Don't blame your mobile phone (or other electronic device) for messing up a conversation and inadvertently causing issues due to its "spellcheck" feature, if you are the sort of lazy idiot who can't be bothered to even attempt to spell a word correctly - or remember the correct uses for "your", "you're", "their", "they're", and "there" (among others). But these are matters for another time and place.
11.01.2014
I have to laugh
Look at it outside. Really....look at it!
Sunny, gorgeous blue sky, and yeah, breezy. Gusty, really, but hey - it beats the crap out of yesterday. Steel grey sky, windy as the ef-word, and that whole rain/snow mix ("snain").
And unbelievably enough, those little trick-or-treaters were out in droves. DROVES. More bunches of kids passed by the house last night in the first hour - garbage bags and all over their sad lil' costumes - than have been down this street over the past two...maybe three years combined!
Couldn't even tell you who looked more miserable - the parents standing at the ends of the driveways, escorting the mini demonites, or the actual candy beggars. Doesn't matter. I'll just bet the lack of houses giving out candy along our stretch last night sharply curtails what we see bopping down the street next year.
HA!
Sunny, gorgeous blue sky, and yeah, breezy. Gusty, really, but hey - it beats the crap out of yesterday. Steel grey sky, windy as the ef-word, and that whole rain/snow mix ("snain").
And unbelievably enough, those little trick-or-treaters were out in droves. DROVES. More bunches of kids passed by the house last night in the first hour - garbage bags and all over their sad lil' costumes - than have been down this street over the past two...maybe three years combined!
Couldn't even tell you who looked more miserable - the parents standing at the ends of the driveways, escorting the mini demonites, or the actual candy beggars. Doesn't matter. I'll just bet the lack of houses giving out candy along our stretch last night sharply curtails what we see bopping down the street next year.
HA!
10.10.2014
OK, I admit it
I am a mere mortal....
....and I am having 'back pains'. [snare drum rim shot, cymbal]
At least, that is what the doctor (who looked suspiciously like a re-animated Walter Matthau) kept saying....
....since I am unemployed....
and have no insurance....
and therefore am beyond the scope of examining (beyond listening to my lungs, that is).
He was a frumpish, Oscar Madison clone. The whole look - disheveled, unkempt, basset hound-faced, slack jawed. Hmmm. Perhaps that was a bit redundant, but he was so underwhelming in his medical presentation. In fact, the only missing prop was the hallmark well-chewed cigar hanging from his mouth.
Dr. Mensch shuffled into the exam room a full hour after my own arrival from the exterior waiting room, muttered a well-used salutation which sounded no less like Tim Conway's "Old Man", and crossed the room to sit at the little area of counter used as a desk. He had carried with him a laptop (along with a small mound of familiar-looking forms) and spent the first several minutes pecking and staring at it.
After an eternal silence, punctuated haltingly by the index finger of his left hand, he exhaled like a deflating balloon and abruptly grabbed up the pages of paperwork. It was no less the dossier I had filled out and turned in from the waiting room, so no wonder it all looked familiar. Dr. Mensch shuffled to the third page. A moment later he triumphantly announced, "Oh, that explains it!"
He apparently had been looking for my medical history in some online file, but failing locating my name, he decided to look at the provided real file. "This is your first time here?"
The actual question on the form asks, "Is this your first visit to this office?" I had checked the "yes" spot. Silly me.
"Yes," I answered, still having no eye contact. This was a virtual conversation.
From there, we had the same conversation I had had with the young woman who took my vitals (and made notes in what I assumed was my chart). Why was I there, what did I want to accomplish, etc. In short I wanted to rule out anything scary, and move on to how to fix the sudden excruciating pain I was in. He listened to my lungs. He was intrigued. He asked questions about my lungs - had I just gotten over being sick; do I cough up sputum; oh, you have asthma?
Cough. Inhale deeply, cough. Repeat. Cough again.
Dr. Mensch asked me to locate my pain. I reached for it, identifying its location precisely, and he 'poked' a little lower - by about 3-4 inches. I indicated the source of my extreme discomfort was up where my hand was on my mid-back/upper abdomen. He suggested perhaps it was kidney-related. He sat back down and hunt-and-pecked. Left-handed. Using one finger.
But what about my back? Would this be the source of my discomfort, from my kidneys to my rib cage?
Well, without insurance there isn't anything that can be done. No tests, no xrays, no nothing.
But........he did have me urinate in a cup to rule out blood in the urine.
Wheeeeeeee.
As though he were trying to convince himself more than me, he asked no less than three times - as he exited the room like a sneak-thief - does you back hurt all of the time? Does it hurt if you lay down or stand up? And on and on - each time declaring blandly, "It's your back." "You've hurt your back." "I think it's your back."
But HOW?!? If I wasn't doing anything more than standing - as I was doing just prior to the moment in time when it began hurting like a b*tch, for no reason - how do I prevent it from happening again, should this exquisite pain decide to take a vacation and completely subside?
Oh. My. Lanta! Make it stop.
I admit it - it hurts. But I've been 'there' and I've done 'that'. So, can this move on to someone else now, please?
....and I am having 'back pains'. [snare drum rim shot, cymbal]
At least, that is what the doctor (who looked suspiciously like a re-animated Walter Matthau) kept saying....
....since I am unemployed....
and have no insurance....
and therefore am beyond the scope of examining (beyond listening to my lungs, that is).
He was a frumpish, Oscar Madison clone. The whole look - disheveled, unkempt, basset hound-faced, slack jawed. Hmmm. Perhaps that was a bit redundant, but he was so underwhelming in his medical presentation. In fact, the only missing prop was the hallmark well-chewed cigar hanging from his mouth.
Dr. Mensch shuffled into the exam room a full hour after my own arrival from the exterior waiting room, muttered a well-used salutation which sounded no less like Tim Conway's "Old Man", and crossed the room to sit at the little area of counter used as a desk. He had carried with him a laptop (along with a small mound of familiar-looking forms) and spent the first several minutes pecking and staring at it.
After an eternal silence, punctuated haltingly by the index finger of his left hand, he exhaled like a deflating balloon and abruptly grabbed up the pages of paperwork. It was no less the dossier I had filled out and turned in from the waiting room, so no wonder it all looked familiar. Dr. Mensch shuffled to the third page. A moment later he triumphantly announced, "Oh, that explains it!"
He apparently had been looking for my medical history in some online file, but failing locating my name, he decided to look at the provided real file. "This is your first time here?"
The actual question on the form asks, "Is this your first visit to this office?" I had checked the "yes" spot. Silly me.
"Yes," I answered, still having no eye contact. This was a virtual conversation.
From there, we had the same conversation I had had with the young woman who took my vitals (and made notes in what I assumed was my chart). Why was I there, what did I want to accomplish, etc. In short I wanted to rule out anything scary, and move on to how to fix the sudden excruciating pain I was in. He listened to my lungs. He was intrigued. He asked questions about my lungs - had I just gotten over being sick; do I cough up sputum; oh, you have asthma?
Cough. Inhale deeply, cough. Repeat. Cough again.
Dr. Mensch asked me to locate my pain. I reached for it, identifying its location precisely, and he 'poked' a little lower - by about 3-4 inches. I indicated the source of my extreme discomfort was up where my hand was on my mid-back/upper abdomen. He suggested perhaps it was kidney-related. He sat back down and hunt-and-pecked. Left-handed. Using one finger.
But what about my back? Would this be the source of my discomfort, from my kidneys to my rib cage?
Well, without insurance there isn't anything that can be done. No tests, no xrays, no nothing.
But........he did have me urinate in a cup to rule out blood in the urine.
Wheeeeeeee.
As though he were trying to convince himself more than me, he asked no less than three times - as he exited the room like a sneak-thief - does you back hurt all of the time? Does it hurt if you lay down or stand up? And on and on - each time declaring blandly, "It's your back." "You've hurt your back." "I think it's your back."
But HOW?!? If I wasn't doing anything more than standing - as I was doing just prior to the moment in time when it began hurting like a b*tch, for no reason - how do I prevent it from happening again, should this exquisite pain decide to take a vacation and completely subside?
Oh. My. Lanta! Make it stop.
I admit it - it hurts. But I've been 'there' and I've done 'that'. So, can this move on to someone else now, please?
9.28.2014
Would you look at that
About as near to the end of September as we're gonna get, and since I am going to be otherwise engaged in activity away from the computer a fair amount of tomorrow, I figured 'why not write something for the month...at least one entry.'
Truth be told, this is the second entry for the month, but I have yanked the other one for the time being.
Karl is at his keyboard and monitor, yelling at faceless gamers. [sigh]
Brian is at the Renaissance festival (working) for the last day of the year. It has been a fairly glorious weather pattern {we've} experienced this year for the run of the fair, and aside from not being able to spend both days of every weekend for a month and one-half with his friends, cavorting and selling and behaving bawdily, he has been a happy camper. I think the advent of a girlfriend has made a significant impact, too - overall.
Perhaps next year we will all feel like dressing up again; this year we (Karl, Jean, myself) attended once, and went in regular street clothes. Bud is always in regalia, and I am a bit envious. Of course, it's much more enjoyable when everything isn't done on a shoestring budget.
Entered PQ1 into another show, and while there wasn't much competition, I am amazed (and very disappointed) that it did not place against what little there was also entered in the machine quilted category. The winning quilt was FAR SMALLER and way over-quilted...and not that well done - other than the feathers. Some of my opinion is sour grapes, but much of it is warranted. Not to mention, VERY FEW of the machine quilted pieces were quilted by the maker of the quilt! Never again in that show. Sad, sad, sad event and poorly done. The worst of it is they PINNED the quilts to the backing screens, despite the fact a lot of the quilts had sleeves. PQ1 hung so poorly due to their pinning, I was embarrassed.
I am also a bit pissed as I was told I would be able to collect my quilt following the close of the show...but then was told "nope, not gonna happen." I now must drive to BAY CITY to collect it!
OK, so that's the brunt of it all. Ah, but let's not forget that I had finally managed to have a phone interview AND a face-to-face follow-up interview for a position in Flint (YEA!!), only to lose out to someone with counseling training under their belt (BOO).
Tomorrow will be a better day, I just need to get through dinner and breakfast.
Truth be told, this is the second entry for the month, but I have yanked the other one for the time being.
Karl is at his keyboard and monitor, yelling at faceless gamers. [sigh]
Brian is at the Renaissance festival (working) for the last day of the year. It has been a fairly glorious weather pattern {we've} experienced this year for the run of the fair, and aside from not being able to spend both days of every weekend for a month and one-half with his friends, cavorting and selling and behaving bawdily, he has been a happy camper. I think the advent of a girlfriend has made a significant impact, too - overall.
Perhaps next year we will all feel like dressing up again; this year we (Karl, Jean, myself) attended once, and went in regular street clothes. Bud is always in regalia, and I am a bit envious. Of course, it's much more enjoyable when everything isn't done on a shoestring budget.
Entered PQ1 into another show, and while there wasn't much competition, I am amazed (and very disappointed) that it did not place against what little there was also entered in the machine quilted category. The winning quilt was FAR SMALLER and way over-quilted...and not that well done - other than the feathers. Some of my opinion is sour grapes, but much of it is warranted. Not to mention, VERY FEW of the machine quilted pieces were quilted by the maker of the quilt! Never again in that show. Sad, sad, sad event and poorly done. The worst of it is they PINNED the quilts to the backing screens, despite the fact a lot of the quilts had sleeves. PQ1 hung so poorly due to their pinning, I was embarrassed.
I am also a bit pissed as I was told I would be able to collect my quilt following the close of the show...but then was told "nope, not gonna happen." I now must drive to BAY CITY to collect it!
OK, so that's the brunt of it all. Ah, but let's not forget that I had finally managed to have a phone interview AND a face-to-face follow-up interview for a position in Flint (YEA!!), only to lose out to someone with counseling training under their belt (BOO).
Tomorrow will be a better day, I just need to get through dinner and breakfast.
7.06.2014
25
Yesterday....my baby turned twenty-five. 25! How does that happen?
Believe me when I say that I have been watching this one every step - every eyelash flutter - of the way, and I still have a hard time believing it.
When Brian turned twenty-five I felt it. For some reason it seemed 'right', and it was believable - and perhaps I was more in tune and accepting of the march of time. But Karl hitting this milestone seems incorrect somehow. Maybe it's the Asperger's that has me incredulous. It's deceiving.
At any rate, it has happened - happy 25th birthday my little bug! I have loved every minute of it.
When Brian turned twenty-five I felt it. For some reason it seemed 'right', and it was believable - and perhaps I was more in tune and accepting of the march of time. But Karl hitting this milestone seems incorrect somehow. Maybe it's the Asperger's that has me incredulous. It's deceiving.
At any rate, it has happened - happy 25th birthday my little bug! I have loved every minute of it.
7.03.2014
Hey, Maria
In just nine short days it will have been two months since you last posted (by the way, nice haul on the Mother's Day plants). I miss your updates, dear girl.
How did your material (and all) make out after that clean up?
What did you end up doing for your birthday?
How were your classes and finals for the last semester?
Are you taking any classes over the summer (I know you detest that idea)?
How is the family?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do ice cubes 'melt' in the freezer?
Have you worked on anything fun and creative over the last (nearly) two months?
Involved in any community garden work this summer?
Are you happy/healthy/keeping content/traveling anywhere?
Wanna get together and catch up?
Love you. [squishy hugs]
How did your material (and all) make out after that clean up?
What did you end up doing for your birthday?
How were your classes and finals for the last semester?
Are you taking any classes over the summer (I know you detest that idea)?
How is the family?
Why is the sky blue?
Why do ice cubes 'melt' in the freezer?
Have you worked on anything fun and creative over the last (nearly) two months?
Involved in any community garden work this summer?
Are you happy/healthy/keeping content/traveling anywhere?
Wanna get together and catch up?
Love you. [squishy hugs]
6.25.2014
Wazzup?
Since the last post, a lot has happened/ended/improved/come-and-gone. Here is just a sampling.
Been living from Tuesdays to Thursdays to get K-dub through his compressed college course, and he ended with a solid A! Yea, Karl! He even used the opportunity to get up IN FRONT OF THE CLASS AND SPEAK for an additional (but totally unnecessary) fifteen extra credit points, using as a topic one of his written assignments throughout the course. I am so very proud of him for following through and taking the class when he really wanted to drop out of it all those weeks ago.
Brian went to a tournament in Chicago over the weekend, and had his own brand of epiphanies. We'll see where it takes him over the coming weeks/months.
Must head to the library to take an online aptitude test (job-related), as our internet connection is so slow, and more than occasionally takes a diaper break in the middle of every operation. Would hate for that to happen during the typing test portion.
Have gotten halfway through RowD, and can now begin to look ahead to RowE. One-quarter of the quilt is nearly OFFICIALLY complete, and I am excited to say the least. A far cry from being in the first row with so much to look forward to. I confess, I believed wholeheartedly that the process would go faster - especially after the first few squares, but adding material (colors) to the palette seems to have made it more difficult and time consuming.
Dropped online a couple of days ago to log the computer off for the evening, and saw that my lovely friend Maria was online, and in her google account. By the time my home internet connection allowed the correspondence box to open up....she had signed out. I was disappointed to have missed the chance to face-to-face with her. [sigh] I hope she is doing well, and that her summer classes have brought her closer to reaching her immediate goals. Miss you, Maria!
OK, time to stop burning daylight. Enjoy your days and be well, everyone.
Been living from Tuesdays to Thursdays to get K-dub through his compressed college course, and he ended with a solid A! Yea, Karl! He even used the opportunity to get up IN FRONT OF THE CLASS AND SPEAK for an additional (but totally unnecessary) fifteen extra credit points, using as a topic one of his written assignments throughout the course. I am so very proud of him for following through and taking the class when he really wanted to drop out of it all those weeks ago.
Brian went to a tournament in Chicago over the weekend, and had his own brand of epiphanies. We'll see where it takes him over the coming weeks/months.
Must head to the library to take an online aptitude test (job-related), as our internet connection is so slow, and more than occasionally takes a diaper break in the middle of every operation. Would hate for that to happen during the typing test portion.
Have gotten halfway through RowD, and can now begin to look ahead to RowE. One-quarter of the quilt is nearly OFFICIALLY complete, and I am excited to say the least. A far cry from being in the first row with so much to look forward to. I confess, I believed wholeheartedly that the process would go faster - especially after the first few squares, but adding material (colors) to the palette seems to have made it more difficult and time consuming.
Dropped online a couple of days ago to log the computer off for the evening, and saw that my lovely friend Maria was online, and in her google account. By the time my home internet connection allowed the correspondence box to open up....she had signed out. I was disappointed to have missed the chance to face-to-face with her. [sigh] I hope she is doing well, and that her summer classes have brought her closer to reaching her immediate goals. Miss you, Maria!
OK, time to stop burning daylight. Enjoy your days and be well, everyone.
6.10.2014
Oh yeah, it's been a while
This is a carryover from an entry on the quilting blog, as I felt this sort of thing has no place there (I mean, in all fairness I did start the quilting blog to save you all from the banal-ness of quilting - since some people didn't give two hoots about quilting...even if it was what I had been working on).
The verbiage below stems from a misunderstanding that became inflated to Texas-sized proportions, all because someone failed to read....not because I chose to use a word I use on occasion. And by 'occasion', I mean more than ten times a year. Sue me if you don't like my intelligence and my formidable brilliance (and if you embrace your own ignorance).
* * * * *
[From the quilting blog]
"Why are you picking on Texas?"
Well, I am not picking on the entire
state, simply one or two characters living there. See, if I had named
them there would be bigger issues, so I simply mentioned where they lived to
make my life easier. On a networking site (where I created and admin a
group for Free Motion Quilting on Domestic machines) this person attempted to
post an image which didn't show up - just a generated message that the person
posting may not have had permission to post it, or that it may have been
removed, or that I didn't have permission to view it. So I commented that
I could not see it, but that my interest was piqued.
Yes, the word of the day, kiddies -
"piqued" - started a small firestorm.
Said person did not understand the word
"piqued", and upon looking it up found (I'm certain) the two definitions that are
standard for the word. Well, the phrase I used ("...you've piqued my
interest.") appears in both physical, hard cover dictionaries and
online....but she chose to (mis)interpret my meaning anyhow and write this:
"I am
afraid I don' t understand: Pique: a sudden feeling of annoyance or angel when
someone has offended you. How have I offended you? I will remove the
picture."
In less than 20 minutes I had returned to
my keyboard to look for a response or a plea for assistance to correct the photo issue and to get this person's snapshot loaded to the timeline for all to see.
When I saw their response I quickly wrote this, hoping to soothe nerves and
calm the overwrought (and semi-ignorant) person:
"Don't take the very literal derogatory/negative
connotation, but the more overarching "plucked", "raised",
suddenly engaged. How could you annoy my curiosity?
"Attachment Unavailable
This attachment may have been removed or the person who shared it may not have permission to share it with you."
There is no image (at least, I cannot see it), therefore, I am suddenly curious and anxious to see whatever it was that should have posted ~ "
"Attachment Unavailable
This attachment may have been removed or the person who shared it may not have permission to share it with you."
There is no image (at least, I cannot see it), therefore, I am suddenly curious and anxious to see whatever it was that should have posted ~ "
Another
member of the group wrote (more than five hours later) that they also could not
see the image, and that they were curious. So, instead of rectifying the
problem, this person overreacts to the point of extreme silliness and leaves
the group. Not being happy with this outcome, I wrote a fairly quick note
saying:
"I am sorry if you were offended at my comment, which was meant as an explanation as to how I meant the word and not your inference.
It's also unfortunate that the misunderstanding of my question (as to where/what your photo was) turned into such a major issue instead of resolution - resulting in you deciding to withdraw from FMQ. Totally unnecessary.
A few of us were hoping to see your post...an accomplishment, perhaps? Sad to see now we'll never know.
Best wishes for your FMQ future ~ "
Mind
you, only a few weeks earlier we had had an exchange regarding one of her quilt
photos I used as a banner image for the group...and everything was fine.
I suppose it was because I used words smaller than two syllables for the
most part in our quick exchange (yes, I am feeling a little snarky). Yet
here, in their final response to my completely unnecessary - but sincere -
apology, is a rather terse (and somewhat ignorant), and rather disjointed set
of non-reasons:
"What was unfortunate and unnecessary is the use of such a complex word to make such a simple statement. My husband was looking over my shoulder as I read your response and he too did not understand why you chose that word. The words even related to that word are most all questionable. Simply ask where picture was taken or when. Not necessary to risk using a word through a written text that may be interpreted at its original meaning. When that is possible use alternate word that will bring a smile. I enjoyed my time on FMQ. Life is just to short to take a fun picture and complicate it with words most often not used. I had posted the picture of the camping quilt here in this picture a couple days prior. I just enjoy simple time. Simple life. Simple words. No need to spruce it up with complex choices. We dont use that word very often here in Texas. Take Care. God Bless and Best wishes for FMQ."
Seriously?
You added another ignorant person to your hissy-fit-athon, and between
the two of you, you still couldn't see the overreaction factor? I
am not feeling tremendously optimistic about the educational system there in
your neck 'o' da' woods, or about the future of reading and comprehension.
To say nothing of the ability to follow a 'bread crumb trail' that totally spells out the misunderstanding of
a word with dual meaning(s) - and points you directly at the correct meaning.
And
yes, let me not obfuscate, I did (and do) use punctuation and paragraphs - even
in Fb! All text was copied directly from the source (for both parties)
and NO instances of substitution or corrections or screwing up (used for you
simple Texificans) were applied to this.
You
have piqued my curiosity - are all Texicarians so simple and rude, and
bullheaded and uncomprehending?
Time for me to move to Canada - or the UK -
where they like words.
5.27.2014
Idiot weather man
He gestures to his little screen and tells us our high today was 86*F, but our record high for this day is 91*F (set back in....well, whenever it was set).
"As you can see, nowhere near close to that record high."
Are you kidding me?! That's only a five degree difference. YES, that's close. Close enough!
Moron.
"As you can see, nowhere near close to that record high."
Are you kidding me?! That's only a five degree difference. YES, that's close. Close enough!
Moron.
5.20.2014
Groovy little thing
It can't be a bad day if,
when you deposit money into a vending machine,
and the product begins to roll to the front of the peg to drop off for you to retrieve,
but it becomes stuck...
and just as you begin to realize your dollar is gone
and your nummy little snack is hanging tantalizingly out of reach within,
then the machine recognizes that the item purchased didn't fall to the tray below,
so it tells the little snack-holding armature to roll a little more -
and it does -
and your stuck snack falls to the tray below
along with a second bag!!!!
You know that's karma beginning to make up for something in your past.
Groovy little thing.
when you deposit money into a vending machine,
and the product begins to roll to the front of the peg to drop off for you to retrieve,
but it becomes stuck...
and just as you begin to realize your dollar is gone
and your nummy little snack is hanging tantalizingly out of reach within,
then the machine recognizes that the item purchased didn't fall to the tray below,
so it tells the little snack-holding armature to roll a little more -
and it does -
and your stuck snack falls to the tray below
along with a second bag!!!!
You know that's karma beginning to make up for something in your past.
Groovy little thing.
5.02.2014
High hopes
I had plans on heading down to Detroit to visit with one of my favorite people today, but a phone call from Maria steered me back to the ol' garage. All of the recent rain managed to make a mess of her drainage, and instead of letting me come anyway and give her a hand cleaning it up (more hands make to lighten the load), she told me to stay away.
: (
So, I sat for about 2.5 hours and looked for work online, plugged away and puttered at a tad bit more cleaning around the house, and then decided to head outside and whack away at some of the UNWANTED volunteer raspberry canes in the front flowerbed. But, the weather is now spittling - a prelude to the rain forecasters have promised - so I am going to the sewing area and laying out another block of Row C!
Would rather be laughing and cleaning with Maria. [sigh] 'Til next week, M.
: (
So, I sat for about 2.5 hours and looked for work online, plugged away and puttered at a tad bit more cleaning around the house, and then decided to head outside and whack away at some of the UNWANTED volunteer raspberry canes in the front flowerbed. But, the weather is now spittling - a prelude to the rain forecasters have promised - so I am going to the sewing area and laying out another block of Row C!
Would rather be laughing and cleaning with Maria. [sigh] 'Til next week, M.
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