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May 26 Once around the block - oh, and stop at the drive-in, pleaseWhen I was a kid, I remember that on occasion mom and dad would pile us all into the back seat of our beloved pink and white Ford Fairlane (we'd named her Passie because my dad liked to drive fast and we loved it when he passed all of the cars on the road!) and head off to the drive-in for a treat. We'd put on our pajamas, grab our pillows and a quilt or two and mom would load up a bag of snacks and off we'd go. It was always a good time.
I don't specifically remember many of the movies we saw, but I do remember the jostling for postion that my brother and sister and I did in the back seat, and the buzz of the mosquitos in the hot humid southeast Mo. air. We didn't have air conditioning at home so we weren't any more uncomfortable sitting outside to watch a movie than we would have been in our living room at home. Those 95+ degree days were so hot, that when the temps fell into the 80s at night it actually felt cold. It wasn't long after the sun went down and the movie started that we'd all three be cocooned in our quilts. Since normal bed-time was 9 p.m., it was a struggle for us to stay awake past the cartoon. My sister never made it - she'd be sound asleep leaning on me or my brother, long before Porky Pig stuttered 'thaaaaaat's all folks'. My brother and I would spend the next half-hour or so shrugging her back and forth to lean first on his shoulder and then mine... until we would finally fall asleep and leave mom and dad to enjoy the movie in relative peace.
By the time I was a teenager, drive-ins, in the south, had fallen victim to air-conditioned homes and multi-screened theater complexes. I thought they were gone forever, but the first Memorial Day after Joe and I got married he mentioned that the drive-in was open and showing Grease. I thought that was pretty cool, so we went and had a great time.
Last night we saw the new Indiana Jones movie at a restored drive in - the movie was good, a solid B, and just seeing Harrison Ford in that fedora again could arguably push that to a B+. The whole experience was totally cool. We got there early and there were lots of spaces to choose from. We were directed to park in the 'big vehicle' row next to the mom and dad vans, so we were right in the middle of little kids in pajmas, and middle kids tossing baseballs and footballs to each other in the aisles, and pre-teenage kids strolling back and forth between the consession stand and the family chariot.
We had consession-stand snacks for supper, hot dogs and hamburgers and fresh hot fries with seasoned salt...yum. I miss the old-fashioned speaker that used to hang on the window, but other than that, once I was snuggled up with my blanket and pillow, it was almost like those old days in Passie.
Here's the link to the website for the drive-in (that's definitely not like the old days!). It's called Twin HiWay Drive In, but there is only 1 screen right now. I think the 2nd screen is in the works. http://www.twinhiwaydrivein.com
I took a few pictures too...if you look closely, you'll see that there is a yellow taxi in one of the shots - do you think that the meter was running through the whole movie. What's the fare these days for a two-hour movie, and does that include snacks?
Kids playing catch - the kid in the black shirt was Mr. Cool.
Is the meter running?
May 23 Un-Freakin-BelievableI'm taking a couple of days, or more accurately, portions of 2 days, off of work this week. I needed some downtime before I leave for China in a week or so. Have I mentioned that I'm going to China? I didn't think so... I guess in my mind, I thought it might just go away, but if a 7.9 earthquake centered 200 miles from where I'm going can't postpone my trip, I guess nothing will... I'll talk more about China later, but back to the original subject. Joe took today off as well and we spent a lazy morning just hangin out in our pajamas, and drinking coffee...ok, I spent a lazy morning hanging out in my pajamas and drinking coffee and Joe slept until Drew Carey called him to come on down and play the Price is Right. After tPiR, we had lunch at Olive Garden and made a dash through Wal-mart, dropping a quick $300 in Sam's coffers to do our part to help stimulate the economy. And then.... I needed gas, ok, I really needed gas, I'm having a hard time getting my head around $3.00+ a gallon for gas, so I've been putting it off ... and off... and off...until I was as close to empty as I've ever been in this car. I'm becoming obsessed with gas, I pass 3 gas stations on my way to work each day and I check the price at each one every morning and every afternoon... and it goes up every day.. not 1 or 2 cents per gallon, somedays it goes up 6 or 7 cents, one day it went up a dime from the time I passed the gas station in the morning until I come home that afternoon. Today, because Joe was in the car and one of his cardinal rules is that you don't let the gas guage go below 1/4 of a tank, and because I passed the 1/4 mark about 3 days ago, we filled up the car. I almost cried. The total was $70 and that was with a 10 cent per gallon discount from a local grocery store promotion... 70 freakin dollars just to buy a tank of gas... I just can not deal with this.... short of buying a horse and buggy I don't know what I can do about it, but it's really driving me crazy.
May 15 Baaa Baaa?An actual article from tonight's Pittsburgh Post Gazette - I don't even know what to say about this... but I laughed out loud.
Lamb's Sakes
Waynesburg will celebrate its annual Sheep and Fiber Festival from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Saturday and 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. Sunday.
High Street will be closed to traffic but be open to sheep and people. There will be sheep-shearing and sheep-herding demonstrations, plus wool washing, carding, spinning and weaving demonstrations, as well as crafters, food (including lamb) and music.
Some sheep may escape the lamb grilling competition at 2 p.m. Saturday. For more information go to www.sheepandfiber.com. For those outside of Western PA, Waynesburgh has another goofy festival called 'Rain Day'. It's rained something like 110 of the last 130-something years on July 29 in Waynesburg, and the town celebrates it. Here's a link to that story - http://www.raindayfestival.com/. This town sounds like it could be located somewhere near Hooterville.
April 05 The Miralax Miracle and Pooping for DollarsOk, so maybe this isn't exactly a dinner-table topic, but here's the reality of the situation - Joe is a problem pooper and it's time I stopped trying to hide it. I've known him for more than a decade and he's always had trouble... for a long while after we got married the problem was too much poop, which I tried (unsuccessfully) not to take personally. Holy Crap! look, it was simple, something had given him a severe case of diarrhea and it was either married life in general, or me in particular. How can you not take that personally? so... we (he) did the whole testing thing.... upper GI, lower GI, colonoscopy... ugh, the prep on that is definitely unpleasant, but he didn't mind the test at all... he woke up from the anesthesia in a better mood than he'd been in for weeks and wanted to stop for Wendy's spicy chili on the way home... go figgure!
The verdict was Irritable Bowel Syndrome... hallelujah, it wasn't me! They gave him medication and the poops went away... I mean seriously went away. We spent the next 8 years trying to find a way to make him poop on a semi-regular basis without giving him the runs. He chewed a boatload of fiber pills, he ate enough roughage to fill a train car with Mexican produce. Nothing - nada... oh, sure, about once a week, there'd be an 'everyone out of the pool' session in the bathroom, but other than that..... well, you can imagine the bloating and cramping, the fussing and crankiness that ensued... and that was just from me! You should have seen Joe...
Then, miracle of miracles - this fall he had his yearly fun-with-laxatives session and went in for a routine colonoscopy. Thankfully no problems were found, but neither one of us really expected anything to change with regard to the poop situation. But wait, this was a new doc and he gave Joe a prescription for some stuff called Miralax. As it turns out, a prescription is no longer required, you can buy it at Costco or Wal-mart or the grocery store. It's a powder that Joe mixes into a glass of liquid and drinks every night and it's nothing short of a miracle worker. Now, Joe is as regular as you could ask for... pooping has become almost a non-issue at our house... except for the fact that Joe now thinks it's his federally-funded duty to poop at work. He said if he's going to be spending part of every day pooping now, he might as well get paid for it.
There, I feel better having gotten this out of my system.
August 05 Future TopicsHoly cow, I can't believe it's been over 2 months since I blogged! A lot of water has passed under the bridge since the last entry, so I'll have to catch up in bits and pieces... so, here's a list of the topics that could be posted in the near future... in no specific order -
1. Invasion of the Colinets
2. The Parentals are coming! The Parentals are coming!
3. Tastykakes for everyone
4. Baby Sammy
5. Sunflower boy
6. It don't rain in Seattle
7. Starbucks Tales
8. Water, Water, Where?
9. Happy Birthday to me...
10. One of my girls is here
ok, now that i have some direction and a list of topic, I'll be able to knock these off in no time - check back soon... maybe in a month or so!
 May 06 Woo-Hoo! It's Spring.The conference is over - hurrah! I think that everything went fairly well...no major snafus, just the 4000 routine 'crisis of the moment' moments that I've come to expect and love over the years. Some day I'll share my 'best of the best' war stories, but for now, here's what's been going on around the old homestead as we transition from renters to home owners... and let me tell you, Joe has been a trooper. He's not happy about giving up his personal time on the weekends for home projects, but he's doing it with good grace, or at least better grace than I hoped for.... Over the next few days, I'll give you a run down of our spring projects.... here's the first. Project 1 - Lawn Mowing. We have a bit of a problem in the lawn mowing department. Due to the pool, the back yard is completely fenced, and the gate is tiny... around 30" wide, which isn't big enough for a riding mower to pass through. We tried to hire a lawn service last fall - to clean up the leaves and do one last grass-cutting before winter - no good - they couldn't get their humongous machines through the gate and they wouldn't mow with a push mower so - aaaah out of luck. We tried to hire the kid next door to mow (his mother volunteered him) but he had a date... aaaaah - out of luck. So, the bottom line - the yard was knee-high to a tall basketball player when we got home from San Francisco. to make a short story long, after a bit of bargining and an out-an-out bribe by Joe, the kid next door agreed to mow once a week. We bought a whizz-bang mower for him to use. Electric start, self-propelled... bagging and mulching attachments, some sort of fuel protection system to keep the gas from gunking up... all the bells and whistles.... and he's faithfully mowed once a week for the last 3 weeks.... hope this lasts through the summer... if it does, we're golden in the mowing department. March 18 All the news that's fit to printOk, a quickie -
Work is really oppressive right now and I have almost no time to call my own, but I did manage to take a few minutes to catch up on the online version of my county newspaper... there ain't much there, but I usually check the obituaries once a month or so... morbid, I guess, but my mom never remembers to tell me who died, and once in awhile I see something odd or unusual in them. Anyway -- while reading the listings for the last month, I saw 4 items that caught my eye.
1. Ms. Olive passed on - a dear, gracious lady, in her 90's. She helped me survive a nasty time in my life and introduced me to Bridge. I'll miss her.
2. This one is a little convoluted - Mrs. V. died, she was the mother to a kid who was in my brother's class in school, the wife of a man I worked with for years and years, and the daughter-in-law of one of my papaw's friends. She was old and sick and her death wasn't the thing that caught my eye, the fact that her son, the kid that was in my brother's class, lives in New Castle Pa., is what caught my attention.... I had no idea that he lived within 45 miles of me.
3. Another oddity - my parents believed in, and on a regular basis, practiced corporal punishment. The three of us were close in age and a pretty rowdy bunch to deal with and other than a clear sense of right and wrong, I have no lasting effects from the quick hand of justice - well, there is that odd little twitch I get when i hear the sound of a belt being quickly pulled out of belt loops. There was only once when I loudly and vehemently disagreed that i deserved the punishment - a tiny little girl wandered into our backyard - and my mother told me to take her home - and I did. When I got back, she asked me where she lived and I told her - across from Granny Morgan. Mom: you mean you crossed the street? Me: yes, you told me to take her home. Mom: you know you're never supposed to cross the street....
and it went down hill from there.... so, today, when I read the obituary of Mrs. J. in the paper, I remememberd how I'd taken a spanking to walk her tiny little daughter home. If only she'd kept a better eye on her kid, I wouldn't have to get mad at my mother over this yet again.
4. And last but not least - the Mrs. J. in the previous item, has a sister in Beaver Falls, Pa. - less than 20 miles from here... I hope that sister isn't counting on me to take her to the funeral, there are lots of streets between here and Campbell, MO.
January 21 Weird stuffWhy would someone with a tiny volkeswagen think that they needed to park smack dab in the middle of 2 spaces? I watched it happen. The guy actually circled around the lot a couple of times until he found 2 spaces together and then plopped that bug right in the middle.... take a look at the photo.
We got out of our car at the local Office Max one day before Christmas and there were 2 dogs in the van next to us. They were perfectly positioned so that they looked like an old married couple, him behind the wheel, her in the passenger seat. It cracked me up so I stopped and snapped a couple of photos and Mr. Boxer gave me a look that totally said 'whach you lookin at?' I just pointed and reminded him to buckle up before they drove off. I attached a couple of photos - Mr. and Mrs. Boxer are a little tough to see, but if you look hard, you can see the expressions on their faces.
I bought some bath towels that were on sale for $6.99 each at the Kohl's online store. I'd had the brand before and loved the towels, so I figured these would probably be decent towels even though I thought the price was kinda low. If I have one shopping vice, it's that I'm a sucker for soft fluffy towels. These were listed as oversized, 100% Egyptian cotton towels, so I was hooked and ordered 6. When the towels came in I was very pleasantly surprised to find that they were even nicer than I'd hoped for. But here's the part I don't get... the tag says made from 100% Egyptian cotton, woven in Pakistan and sewn in New York. How in the heck can they produce and sell these towels for $6.99 each. I couldn't mail a washcloth to Philladelphia for that, so how can they buy nice cotton, (I grew up in cotton country so I know the cotton wasn't actually grown in Egypt. Egyptian Cotton is a description of the genetic variety of the plant that the cotton comes from) weave the cloth and then ship it to New York where they cut, hem and pack the towels for $6.99? I'm not complaining mind you, I just wish I'd ordered a dozen before they went off sale. November 04 Oooooh Spoooooky!To get the full effect, you have to say the title in your best Count Dracula voice - ok, maybe your best Count Chocula voice will work better....
First let me say that I HATE Halloween.... I don't really know exactly why, but it just gives me the creeps... arghhhh didn't mean that pun, but oh well...
I'm not stingey, so it's not the giving of candy that bothers me, although isn't it bizzare that society tells kids not to take candy from strangers and then sets aside a night to promote exactly that?
As I said, I can't put my finger on the exact thing that gives me anxiety, I think it's a combination of lots of things that I just don't like in general. I don't like that I can't go about my business because of being interrupted by the little beggars ringing the doorbell... I don't like people I don't know coming to my house... I don't like the whole idea of kids walking around on the street at night - it's like we're just asking for something bad to happen... I'm sooooo old.... oh well....
BUT, Joe absolutely loves Halloween, he so totally gets into the the spookiness and the dressed-up kids and the giving of the candy ....
We've been building up to Halloween since we moved into the house... he's been planning out his night for over a month. One of the priority moving boxes we had to find contained the goofy looking 'trick-or-treat' sign that you can't read when it's lit up, the fake light-up pumpkin that was destined for the living room bay window, and his collection of horrible halloween masks....
By the time I got home from work Tuesday, he had everything in place, including the "Sounds from the crypt" CD blasting at levels that would actually have awakened the dead. (that in itself was hilarious, because most of the kids I know wouldn't recognize even one of the selections on that CD as being spooky music - to them, classical music just sounds like 'old folks' music, but Joe says it 'set the mood' and since he really does like the classical stuff... again I say, 'oh well')
Trick-or-treat was supposed to be from 6 to 8 p.m. in our neighborhood, Joe had his mask on and was stationed at the door by 5:45, by 6:15 he was pacing the floor wondering where the kids were... he turned up the music, turned off most of the lights inside the house to make it spookier and propped open the front door. I turned the music down, closed the door because it was raining and turned on a few lights...
I also told him that the neighbors didn't know us yet and that wearing the mask might not be such a good idea this year... that we didn't want to get a reputation in the new neighborhood of being that weird couple that just moved in....
Did he listen? of course not....
Around 6:30 the first of the candy-beggers showed up.... 2 adorable little girls dressed in princess costumes... he did his Quasimoto imitation and croaked out 'happy halloween' in a very scary voice... the tiniest princesss ran screaming across the lawn to her mother and Joe, now a bit panicy that he had actually scared the poor child... shouted out... wait, little girl, come back, I'll give you candy......
oh Lord!...... I hope we don't have to move....
October 22 This - n'atNote to those outside the 'burgh - Native Pittsburgers don't say the 'th' in 'that'. It's 'yeah, i gotta go to the Giant Iggle n'at", (Giant EAGLE is the local grocery store chain, but around here, the E sounds like an I).
And this note to the note - I've done a little traveling throughout this country - no matter where I go, more often than not, I run into someone with that distinctive Western PA dialect. It's impossible to mistake it as any other accent... once you've heard it, you know immediately where that person's roots are.
Not everyone here has it though - my husband was born and bred in the county south of Pittsburgh and he doesn't have it. But Joe's best friend Looch, or Larry as he's called by those who didn't know him as a child, is a perfect example of the dialect, and Karen, Looch's wife.. wow, sometimes I need a translater... her accent is so pronounced that my southern ears have a hard time figuring out what she's saying. It's funny, Joe, Looch and Karen grew up just a few miles apart, why is it that Joe doesn't carry the dialect? I asked him about it and he didn't really know either... his grandmother lived in the house with his family and she was Slovenian, maybe that had something to do with it... although I think it was a fairly common occurance to have extended family all living together, and being from Slovenia certainly isn't unusual for this area.
Did you notice anything unusual in that last fragmented sentence? I used the word fairly as an adverb (i think it's an adverb!) to mean that it happens on a more than occasional basis. That's a common usage of the word 'fairly' in the south... but I used it in a sentence at work the other day and it got one of those puzzled reactions that I sometimes get as a result of my word usage. I usually don't think too much about it, I have a fairly broad vocabulary and I like to talk a fair amount, so I just say what comes out naturally - and on a fairly regular basis, I get looks that let me know others think I'm fairly odd. I guess that's a fair assessment n'at.
June 17 A week of head shakersGuess this is my week for stuff that makes me shake my head and say "WHAT?"
Here's the latest -
Yesterday I decided to stop by my pusher's corner...er, I mean local Starbucks and pick up my weekly fix of Cafe Verona beans. While I was there I noticed a nice Father's Day display of travel mugs... and considering that during one of my recent weeks of travel, my favorite travel coffee mug lost it's lid in an unfortunate dishwasher accident here at home, I thought, hey, I could just pick up a little present for myself while I'm here. I picked out a thermos-type model with a spiffy one-finger-action trigger opening and a screw-on lid. Cool. I even got the traditional Starbucks papercup design...extra cool looking. (ok, maybe I was high on the coffee fumes inside the store at the time, but I still think it looks way-cool to have a plastic mug that looks like a paper cup)
Ok, so I get home (after doing a million other errands on a Friday afternoon.. this is an unrelated comment, but it was a zoo out there and I'm venting.) (oooh, no Furry-sighting pun intended with the zoo comment, that was just a bonus) and unscrew the lid and there's an instruction card inside the darn cup... I think, WHAT? Why do I need an instruction card...believe it or not, right there amidst washing instructions and other goofy stuff was a warning that the beverage I was about to enjoy was very hot.
Geeze! - I wasn't about to enjoy a beverage at that precise moment, and if I had been, the extremely hot beverage they were warning me about would have rendered the instruction card inside the cup useless since the ink used to print the warning would have been pooled at the bottom of the cup. And IF I'd taken the card out before I put the very hot beverage inside the cup, I'd probably have either lost the card or forgotten to refer back to the warning message before I took the first sip. AND on top of that, since this cup was designed for filling at home, I was probably going to be the person who'd put the very hot beverage in the cup in the first place....wouldn't ya think I'd know it was hot?
I know, I know.. this is a result of that stupid hot-coffee-lawsuit, but it's just darned-crazy that companies have to protect themselves from lawsuits by making assumptions that the general public has the common sense of a fruit-fly. You know, when expectations are lowered, results are lowered...
Do we really need or want corporate America thinking for us? Couldn't we just broadcast a blanket warning on the evening news and be done with it? Wake up America, if you put hot coffee into a cup, it's probably going to be hot when you drink it!
June 15 Odd But TrueFunny/weird stuff that happened this morning:
One of the chaise lounges on the deck was smoking. Or rather it looked like one of the chaise lounges on the deck was smoking. Odd, but true - the dew on the dark green cushion was evaporating and creating rising tendrils of steam as it dried in the morning sun. I tried to take a photo but the wisps were camera shy.
Breaking Alleged News - Allegedly the news crews assigned to Big Ben duty were allegedly fooled as he was allegedly spirited out of the hospital under the cover of darkness. Not one alleged Pittsburgh news station got any video of the alleged event. We did see an alleged shot of the alleged door that he allegedly used to make his alleged escape.
A little black sports car cut me off to get ahead of me on an entrance ramp and then tried to cutoff an 18-wheeler to enter the interstate. I was nicer than the driver of the 18-wheeler because I smiled and used all 4 fingers to wave at the driver as I passed him by. He was sitting on the shoulder of the road where he'd retreated to escape the wrath of the 18-wheeler. That's what he gets for not playing nice and waiting his turn....
And finally, weird news of the day:
The furry convention is in town. I kid you not I heard it on the radio and couldn't believe it -but it's true. Check out this web-site. www.anthrocon.org and pay special attention to the technical seminars they offer....
I can't even imagine being the meeting planner for that group... just think of all the stuff you'd have to take care of....
furball emergencies, litter boxes, cat-fights? and what about the smell of thousands of bodies after they've spent hours and hours inside fur suits - in the middle of summer - it's supposed to be 90 degrees this weekend?? argh....
SATURDAY FURRY UPDATE: I saw a furry driving a Honda yesterday afternoon. Presumably on his way to the convention. He didn't have his head on, just a big ole' black bear-like suite. The head was on the seat next to him - very creepy.
May 07 Another item for the things-you-probably-never-think-about listI was reading the online version of a weekly newspaper from the region of Missouri where I grew up, and came across an entry in the obituaries that took me by surprise...... Ms. so-and-so was 46 and a member of the Cock Fighters Association of America.
I thought, hmmmmm, wonder if that's a not-for-profit? Bet not....I decided to Google it....just for kicks.... mistake! too many words in that title that bring up unsavory results....
oh well..... April 25 Nature or Nurture?As I mentioned over the weekend, I spent most of the last week-and-a-half in San Francisco. That was long enough. ( I just never bonded with the city.... don't know why really, maybe next time I'm there I'll have a bit more time to actually explore more than the convention center and a big-city hotel. Frankly, either one of those buildings could have been in one of a hundred cities between Tampa, Florida and Fairbanks, Alaska, and I wouldn't really have been able to tell the difference.) While I was there I did come to several realizations though.
1. Curmudgeons are made, not born. (Ha! fooled you with the title, didn't I?)
I spent about 10 minutes helping out in the Information Booth at our Conference while the guy assigned to it made a potty run. I love our guy, he's very cool but is a self-proclaimed curmudgeon. I now understand why. During my 10-minute Info Booth sentence, my personality changed and it took me 2 days to get over it. Geeze oh man, how many stupid questions can a person be expected to answer in a day and stay sane? It's San Francisco, right? It's the 100th anniversary of the 1906 quake, right? so naturally, there was an earthquake conference taking place during our event.... at another location..... during my brief stay at the Info booth I must have answered the question "Is this the earthquake conference" at least 20 times. We finally got smart and put up a sign giving the location of the Earthquake conference...... and.... the questions changed to " how do you get to the Earthquake conference from here?" arghhhhhh
2. I don't like panhandlers of any sort
and I hate it that I've become skeptical and have lost my sense of compassion for those who are having a hard time. I did throw a buck to a guy who showed a little creativity with his sign.... 'My wife has been kidnapped and I need $.98 for the ransom". That was worth a buck.
3. I don't like to be cursed at in languages I don't understand
Panhandlers don't really like it when you tell them to get a job.
4. Not everyone likes ice in their water.
Funnier now than it was at the time. A big-shot producer for an even-bigger-shot CEO attacked me when I had bottled water placed on the speaker's table for an important presentation.... He was quite upset and shouted in my face " I hope there's no ice in that water!" Apparantely cold water can cause throat spasms in the rich and famous. Who knew?
It's good to be home. I think I'll enjoy a nice tall glass of ice water out on the porch.
March 21 Break in the action and a funny miscommunicationJust a quick story to tell today - back to the 'cancer tales' soon, but I thought this was funny, soooooooo, I'm sharing.
Today I saw my friend Bob from 'Sub-divided We Stand', and asked about his dog. Those of you who read Bob's excellent blog are familiar with Smithers and his little incontinence problem...if not, check out Bob's blog....
Anyway, I digress.... I saw Bob and said ... how's the pup? Meaning of course Smithers, Bob looked at me like I'd said something totally off the wall, so I repeated .... how's the pup.... you know, his pee problem? and Bob looked at me even weirder.... then chuckled and said, oh, I thought you said how's the Pope.....I didn't even know he had a pee problem.....
I have a bit of a southern accent, so I'm sure my 'pup' came out 'pope' to Bob's non-southern ears.
This is not the first time this has happened to me, you should have seen my husband's face when on one of our first dates I asked the waiter for some ice!!
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