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The things in my head go ’round and ’round

This is my life. You can’t have it.

The Best Part of Living Here

Every city has their group of musicians. Rock and rollers, rhythm and blues singers, and those who do both well.

MLW introduced me to one of the duo you are going to see video from when I moved here to Mechanicsburg 11 years ago. Glen and his wife went to school with MLW, and both still live here in the barrens of central Pa.

Listen and appreciate one of the reasons it is nice to be here.

And one more to add to your collection of singer songwriter music that is more than worth listening to.

Namaste.

Have a penny, leave a penny

Here in the eastern part of the United States we have coin counting machines in some of our business’. They are mostly placed by a company called CoinStar. Banks here in the eastern part of the US don’t like dealing with coins. So if you go into your local neighborhood banking establishment with a bag full of coins they most likely won’t take it.

Yeah. They won’t take money.

Of course, the supermarket chain I work for frowns on taking coin. If someone brings in coin all wrapped up in the nice, neat little coin wrappers we have to open the wrapper and count the coin to verify the amount. Makes for really good customer relations when the customer is someone of Grandparent age. Makes them feel embarrassed. And that usually isn’t a good thing.

So, after a circuitous route, we are back to the CoinStar machine. Which isn’t free. You are charged 9 cents on the dollar to have this machine count your coins and spit out a voucher that you can then use for your groceries, or simply cash.

Sounds easy enough, now doesn’t it?

That is the beauty of it all. Because the CoinStar machine has a monitor that tells you what to do, and tells you what IT is doing while it is counting your coins. And it even tells you when it can’t count you coins. With all of this information going on, you would think that I would never have to deal with customers at the CoinStar machine.

You would be wrong.

People put the darndest things in with their coins. Found a .22 shell in the machine just yesterday. Was really glad that it didn’t go off. We regularly find slugs, washers, jewelry, paper clips, lint, and the like jamming the machine. And of course the person who is standing there never has a clue as to how whatever foreign object got into the machine. Must have been the Other Guy. That mysterious “Other Guy” who screws up everything.

Wish I could find him and tell him to knock it off.

Moving on. Our CoinStar broke yesterday. A message came on the screen telling everyone, and anyone who WOULD PAY ATTENTION that it was out of service. I had to fish 3 different peoples change out of the machine because THEY DIDN’T PAY ATTENTION. Rather disconcerting. Today we got a new machine, but unfortunately because it was shipped by a company that employs gorillas it is not working. And it has a message on the screen saying that it is out of service. Just a few minutes ago I got a page to come to the Customer Service Desk to help a customer with the CoinStar. I walked up, the customer asked is the machine was out of order. I said yes. They shot me the hairy eyeball and stalked out.

Why don’t people pay attention?

The case can be made for the woman not knowing the machine was out of order. How could she know, unless she called in and asked? I can understand that. I do commiserate with her. But why call me up just to ask if the machine is out of order, when it is clear from the information the machine is giving her that it is indeed out of order. Or did she think that that was a ruse? A cruel trick to be played upon customer after customer as they came in to exchange their base coins for paper money. A cruel trick that we employees would chuckle and chortle about as they left the store in frustration.

Hardly.

She was just another pissed off person who wanted to share her pissed-off-edness with me. I get a lot of that. Everyone wants to share their unhappiness with me.

Thanks, but really. I am trying to cut down. I have enough of my own.

Just a thought.

Namaste.

The necessary evil

It is that time of year again. Back to school. And if you read any of the blogs written by Mom’s, it is a time of bittersweet. Stay at home Mom’s get a breather from being on call 24/7 with their kids.

That is the sweet part. The bitter part is that they no longer are on call. Someone else has their charges for a few hours a day.

And the Mom’s get to spend some childless time thinking about their kids.

The curse of being a parent. When they are with you, all you think about is your kids. When they aren’t with you, all you think about is your kids.

Blah.

As a parent you have 6 years to teach them how to be independent, and play nice. And after that you have X amount of years to teach them how to do all of that and not need you any longer.

Well, not need you quite so much.

Love them kids. Just can’t eat a whole one.

Namaste.

Watching the Democratic National Convention

MLW and I are watching history. We are watching the opening of the Democratic National Convention. We are hoping, with thousands of others that a difference is going to be made this November. We are hoping that all of the words that we will hear tonight are not just more rhetoric.

We will be voting this November, as we have since the both of us have turned 18. We will be voting for Barack Obama. And we will be expecting that he will follow through with what he says. And we will hope that he can start the healing that we need to have happen in this country.

November is an important month this year. Our country needs you to take part in it this year. You need to vote. You need to have your voice heard.

You need to be a part of America.

Namaste.

A long time coming

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I have been gone for awhile again. Life does that to you.

But in my absence the spammers have tried to break down the doors and take over. I just deleted 25 different spam comments. What a waste of time and effort. On everybodys part. Because you can’t tell me that there is actually someone out there that puts together these spam comments and then hits send. It has to be a spider of some kind doing it. And the other waste of time is me deleting the stupid things. I have a pretty good spam filter, though sometimes crap does get through. If some of these folks would want to advertise on here I would consider it. For a price. Not a big price, mind you, but not for free.

Free is mine.

The youngest son was here for a few days, and left on Friday. My eldest daughter and the youngest son have this rivalry of sorts going on as to who is the favorite child. The eldest son doesn’t get into it as he knows that he is his Mothers favorite. How does he know? She has told him. And everybody else. Which is pretty creepy for the youngest son.

But for me? My favorite is….every stinking one of them. Each one is special to me in their own particular, and peculiar way. And that is the way it is now, and the way that it will always believe.

So, Raven. You can believe what you want. That is up to you, but there is no difference between you, Pierce, and Cali-boy. Except Cali-boy is waaayyy more passive aggressive than any of you, hands down.

Gotta scoot.

Namaste.

The time of our lives

Maybe days of our lives. Unless you work nights, then your days would actually be nights. And your nights would be your days. Or something like that.

I did overnights for about a year many moons ago, and I did not like it. Toss a kid with pnuemonia into the mix and you get the picture.

But that isn’t what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the freaking weather!! It has gone from hot and dry to cold and dry. At night. During the day it is still in the 80’s, but cool. But at night it is freaking COLD!! And the moon has been full the last few nights. I am loving this time of year.

The Girls start school on Monday. And get this, next week Thursday they are flying to Maui. For the Labor Day weekend. While I work. Somehow that doesn’t seem right. On a couple of levels, but they are going with The Princess’ Paternal Grandmother and Uncles. And when you look at it that way, I will be just as happy being here. Thank you.

What are you doing this weekend?

Namaste.

Spam is the word of the day

I have been getting hit with a tremendous amount of spam comments lately. Wonder why? A good portion of them have to do with buying car insurance. Are any of you having trouble finding good, reasonably priced car insurance? Don’t you watch television?

Here in Pennsylvania every other commercial on television has to do with car insurance. And the one just before has to do with insurance fraud. And then the commercial AFTER the car insurance one is about erectile dysfunction. Seems that here in Pennsylvania we have a concern with people ripping off the insurance companies, finding good and affordable car insurance, and then being able to perform as needed when “the time is right”.

This is what is making me crazy today.

namaste.

Getting out the youth vote

I am pissed off at CNN. Watching CNN just a few minutes ago, they had a segment about whether or not this election will bring out the “Youth Vote”. But it was done in a mocking tone.

And that pisses me off. My generation fought for the right to vote when we hit 18. It all had to do with the Viet Nam war. And 18 year olds have yet to step up to the plate and take their swing. And the old farts out there are just waiting to make sport of that again this year.

Someone other than me needs to get pissed off. Someone younger than I am needs to get pissed off. Or else we could end up with another 4 years like the last 8. And I know that I can’t afford that.

Namaste.

Man law

Came across this while surfing this afternoon:

Every man shall allow one empty urinal of separation in a bathroom with three or more urinals.

Exceptions-

* Law is void if there are dividers in between each urinal.
* If all urinals are taken, one may wait, but must provide plenty of room between themselves and urinal users, and wait until the current urinal user has turned away and zipped up before approaching urinal.

Terms & Conditions-

* Sitting down to pee is forbidden and will result in loss of “man” status.

1. Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
2. It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:
1. When a heroic dog dies to save its master.
2. The moment Jessica Biel, Jessica Alba, any of the hot Jessica’s starts unbuttoning her blouse.
3. After wrecking your boss’s car.
4. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into The Crying Game.
5. When she is using her teeth.
3. Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies.
4. Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
5. If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her.
6. Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy’s fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if it’s friggin’ warm.
7. No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy’s choice.
8. On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
9. When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.
10. You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.
11. It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach … and it’s delivered by a topless model and only when it’s free.
12. Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts.
13. Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
14. Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
15. If a man’s fly is down, that’s his problem, you didn’t see anything.
16. Women who claim they “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers.
17. A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
18. Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that’s just greedy.
19. If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
20. Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.
21. Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights:
1. Yeah, Baby, Push it!
2. C’mon, give me one more! Harder!
3. Another set and we can hit the showers!
22. Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e., both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
23. Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary.
24. The morning after you and a girl who was formerly “just a friend” have buck wild, drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason for you not to nail each other again before the discussion occurs about what a big mistake it was (this discussion is, of course, optional).
25. It is acceptable for you to drive her car. It is not acceptable for her to drive yours.
26. Thou shalt not buy a car in the colors of brown, pink, lime green, orange or sky blue.
27. The girl who replies to the question “What do you want for Christmas?” with “If you loved me, you’d know what I want!” gets an Xbox. End of story.
28. There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men’s Gymnastics. Ever.
29. We’ve all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below:
* “GUTS” is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, “are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?”
* “BALLS” is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, “You’re next!”

Goal Setting Made Easy

Just figure out what you want to do and do it.

Now wasn’t that easy?

I will be glad to accept $100 for your Goal Setting Seminar.

Namaste.