Saturday, October 13, 2001

Grounded for the weekend...................arrggghh!

Part of my job involves taking call. Call is like an albatross around your neck except the encumbrance in this case is a pager. My weekend call starts on Friday afternoon at 3 p.m and goes on and on and on until Monday morning at 7:30 a.m. It's a little like being grounded. You sit and watch all your friends go merrily about their weekend------------ carefree and happy..............while you are restricted to being twenty minutes (including traffic and llights) from the hospital that has enslaved you.

This call thing can come in handy. Invited to your second cousin's wedding.............."Oh, sorry .......I am on call that weekend." Need something from the store which is greater than 20 minutes away? Ha-ha.! to the MR. " YOU'LL have to go...........cause I'm on call." Get the idea? Hehe........

This morning I was on my way to an estate auction when ........."beep beep beep" (actually my pager plays an amusing array of tunes) Had a case on for 10:30 a.m. It was only 9:30 a.m. Got to auction ..........not much there of interest to me. Picked out the two things I wanted them to put up for bid and told the auctioneer that I had a case "would he put these up very early so I could bid on them?"........so, at 10:10 a.m. I was done at the auction (I won the bids by the way..............mabye I'll post my new fish vase later) and on my way to the hospital.

Call..............it can be a good thing. I guess every cloud does have a silver lining, hayna or no?

Friday, October 12, 2001

"It's your mother"

My mother phones our house and simply says, "Call me back" and hangs up. Or if the MR. answers, "tell her to call me back" (click) Let me explain this to you............we live approximately 16 miles south of my mom----iIf she makes the call to me, it costs her money BUT, if we call her it's included in our 2.00/month fee for unlimited calls to the city where she lives. Her first method was to call and let the phone ring 4 times then hang up. This method predated caller id. Being the good daughter that I am, I would immediatley hit #69 to find out if she was in dire straits.I put an end to this promptly as it was costing me $1.00 each time she played beat the phone company out of a couple of cents. My mom ... ya just gotta love her.

Last Wednesday night she did the "call me back" thing. I did. She immediately launched into a very excited discussion about Arabs, Amtrak, and being scared. She just kept saying, "..this Amtrak thing has me so scared. I've lived my life but what if the Arabs keep this Amtrak thing up? I can't believe this Amtrak thing is going on." Meanwhile, I am wracking my brain reviewing what little news I had heard in the hospital while flipping furiously from one TV station to the next. All the while thinking to myself, "........what the hell happend with Amtrak?" I came up with zip , zero, nada about Amtrak on the TV. SO , I started listening to her even closer.................AHA, that's when I realized what she meant----------------- AMTRAK?

No!

Antrack (sic) =Anthrax.

Phew!

Thursday, October 11, 2001

Fr. Streit

Today, I am very sad because I have one less friend on this earth. Less than two months ago, the Rev. Joseph Streit admitted he was not eager to die, just curious "to see what's on the other side." Today, I am missing a good friend. But, I know he's safe and sound. He just went home. Fr. Streit

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

The MR.

We have been living in this house for two decades plus one year. That's 21 years, 252 months, and more days than I care to count right at this moment. Can anyone tell why the Mr. is never able to find anything in this house? He lives here. I see him here everyday. He's here when I go to sleep at night and when I get up in the morning. And, I see him in front of the TV at night watching Jag.(<---he feigns interest in the plot but we know the truth--he's waiting for those two lame stars to hook up and do the dirty mambo. ) Regardless, he can never find anything he needs in this house. (which I might mention HE built from the ground up) ( so if there were secret passages and cabinets-------------HE'S the one who put them there..

He can't stay up to date on anything happening around here either. We tell him something and a week later, if we bring that subject up...............here we go again..........HE looks at us with the most incredulous look on his face...............and says, "You never told me that." (One example that comes to mind is the night we were supposed to go to my Nursing reunion at the college. He got home at 6:00 pm that night. I was dressed to the nine's. The gala event started at 6:00 p.m. I thought he had been in an accident. Well, when he walked in the door and looked at me, I know he was wishing there had been an accident. I was steaming. His shabby defense "You never told me it was tonight". "Oh, I guess you took your suit to the cleaner's cause you were going to pour concrete basements in it tomorrow?"

To add injury to insult, the Mr. is the kind of guy that others ( especially women-------- other women-------- fawn over him) Mr. this , Mr. that..........you'd think it was the Second Coming.

I can have his bags packed in a flash. Mr. Wonderful can live with you a week or so.......then tell me how "wonderful" everything is going......................IF he ever find his way to your house.

He's a regular riot.

Monday, October 08, 2001

" on loan from God......................

A few months ago I was listening to Rush Limbaugh. About fifteen minutes into the broadcast I said to my self, "Self, Rush sounds funny. His voice is ummmmmmmmmmm.... different." I just blew it off.

About a week and a half ago, I was listening again. I guess Rush had been getting tons of email and phone calls about the "change" in his voice. Being as "tactful" an SOB as only Rush can be...............He told his viewers that it was the sound system in their car (stereo, tv, etc).............he recommended that they all get a Bose system (<---------one of his sponsors).

Well, folks today Rush announced on his show "....that for all practical purposes--------I am deaf." Since May 29th, when he noticed that his hearing in his left ear was less that optimal, his hearing loss has been progressing rapidly.If the hearing loss continues to progress at its present rate, he will be totally deaf in both ears within weeks.

Rush likes to tout his talent as a gift on loan from God..........................I am sorry to report that wasn't the only thing "lent" to Mr. Limbaugh. He stated that he can comfortably retire-----money is not an object. But, Rush sounds adamant about going on............................some folks are just too tough to give up.

Give it hell , Rush! They can still hear you !

If interested you can read (or listen to ) the transcriptof today's show.

You can either hate or love Rush.. but, ya gotta admire this guy now!

Sunday, October 07, 2001

A twocheek kinda day...........

I picked up Bobthecorgi early this morning. Very early.... and off we went of a "twocheeksofthesameass" kinda day. It WAS colder than that witch's tit, by the way. Good thing I had two pair of thermal gloves. We might have gotten frostbite!

We had a great breakfast at a local eatery in Pittston, Pa. <-- Home of the late Russell Buffalino, Mafia Don

Then, off we went on our adventure. THE ADVENTURE is being saved for later.

Ending up a wonderful, but brrrrrr.........COLD day.........we hit the Big K-Mart. Martha Stewart section-------of course.

IT was a VERY GOOD DAY.

Things to do, people to meet............

Well, Bobthecorgiis in town this weekend. As expected, she's got an adventure lined up for us. I don't want to give to much away..........but, this one takes us outside. It's colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra here. (No offense to any witch readers: just a coined phrase) 38 degrees. This better be good, Bob.

I've been a slacker where the Aortal Pick of the Week has been concerned. Sooooooooo.... my pick this week is none other that Surreally. Grab yourself a coffee or whatever, sit down, relax, and get yourself on over there. It's a collaborative blog. Brilliant layout by KD. Interesting topics. Never a dull moment at Surreally.com-----------------