Well here it is almost mid-term and I am still hanging in there. I have learned so much about my camera and the art of taking pictures. I can't remember the last time that I used the Auto button, which is a sign of a true photographer - they say. I still have so much to learn, but I am not frustrated as I look through the view finder now and I am more sure of myself when I look at something and try and understand what it is I want to capture. Sharing my photos with my niece and my class mates is exciting as we each discuss our ideas and help each other improve. Recently I posted three of my photos on the college web site for review by other campus members. This is the test of test when other past and present photographers have the opportunity to see and critque your pictures. So far I haven't received any comments - what is the saying, no news is good news, but I am truly hoping for some good comments to help me improve my style.
More than once is the time I have looked at the work of other photographers and I wonder if I will ever get as good as they, the colors, the scene, the topic. Some are so beautiful and inviting. As we have found out my niece and I are two different photographers. As she calls it, I am an objective photographer and she is a subjective photographer. She is so much more happy photographing a person or animal while I love scenery, architecture, and engineering items.
Talking about my niece, which is the topic of my post - last night was not only eventful it was wonderfully rewarding.
In a previous post I wrote about how I was the victim when my niece was talking to me and I got yelled at for talking.
Last night I laughed my butt off - while the instructor was talking she was wandering around the room, and the next thing THE WHOLE CLASS heard was, "WHAT IS THAT? - SOLITAIRE?" Yep, yep, yep BINGO!!! right between the eyes. Tiff got caught playing Solitaire on her computer while the instructor was talking. I couldn't help it I jumped out of my seat and in total exuberance I shouted "YES!! YES!!" I was laughing so hard. She got caught! There is justice and the whole world heard it. I have been vindicated. Of course she denies all of it but she lives with so many others in Eqypt (On Da Nile).
And THEN, oh gosh it gets so much better - a short time later THE WHOLE CLASS hears, "DON'T TELL ME THAT IS A CELL PHONE?" Oh the photo gods were smiling down at me last night. Our friend Deja sitting behind us was caught using her cell phone. And Laurie, the instructor, is not bashful about sharing her feelings with the whole class so she proceeded to embarrass Deja about using her cell phone while she was talking.
It was such a WONDERFUL evening in class and I am still in a happy mood today. Last night WAS GIRL'S NIGHT OUT!!!!! The score is Men 1 Women 2. It is a fine day at sea Cap'n.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
THANK GOODNESS I AM GOOD
I recently read the blog of my niece and pondered the results of her conversation with my princess (great niece) concerning her yellow flag for talking in class. Now of course I don't disagree that it is a worthy lesson the teacher was trying to impress on Hailey, after all we occasionally have had to rein her in (gee I made a pun Raine/rein) when she is constantly interrupting while others are talking. I think this is a "growing up thing" since she is not the only one at that age and even older when seeking attention over others. But to get back to my story, I was about to say that I experienced the same issue recently.
I was sitting in class Monday minding my own business and truly focusing on the instructor when my classmate started talking to me. I was caught in a predictament do I continue focusing on the instructor and be rude to my classmate or take the time to acknowledge and interact with my classmate? After all I try and understand the need for attention.
Evaluating talk or not talk - show love and interest or good student attributes I decided to acknowledge my classmate.
BAM!! right between the eyes the instructor narrowed her comment to me requesting me not to talk while she was explaining something. DID YOU GET IT....? ME not to talk! Why I always get caught and placed in these embarrasing situations I don't know but I truly believe part of it is because my classmate IS A GIRL and girls always get away with everything.
And things never change (reminiscing back to my grade school days) because my classmate instantly put on that innocent "what were you thinking of?" look, ignored me like the plague after that.
Next time I am going to sit next to Jim cause guys don't do this to each other.
I was sitting in class Monday minding my own business and truly focusing on the instructor when my classmate started talking to me. I was caught in a predictament do I continue focusing on the instructor and be rude to my classmate or take the time to acknowledge and interact with my classmate? After all I try and understand the need for attention.
Evaluating talk or not talk - show love and interest or good student attributes I decided to acknowledge my classmate.
BAM!! right between the eyes the instructor narrowed her comment to me requesting me not to talk while she was explaining something. DID YOU GET IT....? ME not to talk! Why I always get caught and placed in these embarrasing situations I don't know but I truly believe part of it is because my classmate IS A GIRL and girls always get away with everything.
And things never change (reminiscing back to my grade school days) because my classmate instantly put on that innocent "what were you thinking of?" look, ignored me like the plague after that.
Next time I am going to sit next to Jim cause guys don't do this to each other.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKIN' ABOUT
f-stop, shutter speed, white balance, AV, Tv, Flash drive, RAW, RAW-JPG - WAIT! my brain is going on overload. I took this class for fun not to memorize a foreign dictionary. I have 1,289 buttons on my camera, an instruction manual the size of a dictionary and a brain the size of the pea.
Trying to keep up with all the new terms I have to learn and all the buttons I have to push to make an image come life is giving me a migraine.
Whatever happened to my wonderful one button Brownie insta-matic? Aim And Shoot. Yep that's what I want RETRO!!!!
Last night I couldn't even access my programs because everything was in Arabic. I am writing frantically to keep up with the directions from the professor who keeps turning out the lights so I have to try and write in the DARK!
My eyes have RED circles that look like one of those twirling discs people use to hypnotize the unwary, my hair has cowlicks stticking up all over and I really need help.
So I lean across my desk to ask my classmate if she could give me a hand.
Unfazed she looks at me with that quizzical, are you kidding me, you can't get this look, while she is busily typing away on her personal Blog Site and looking at the web sites of other photographers, SHE HAS ALREADY PRINTED HER PHOTOGRAPHS while I am still trying to find mine.
With half a heart she reaches over, pushes a button and all of sudden my computer lights up the screen starts rolling lights are flashing, web sites are scrolling and Eureka!! There it is. Just like the professor said it was.
I don't like her, my class mate. ;~)
She never takes notes, she never reads assignments, says she is too busy taking pictures, she already has 2,139 pictures enough to finish the course and I am stuck on 36 all of my dog lying down and standing up.
I don't like her, my classmate. ;~)
But you know what? I am stuck with her because she knows which button to push to make my computer work.
Trying to keep up with all the new terms I have to learn and all the buttons I have to push to make an image come life is giving me a migraine.
Whatever happened to my wonderful one button Brownie insta-matic? Aim And Shoot. Yep that's what I want RETRO!!!!
Last night I couldn't even access my programs because everything was in Arabic. I am writing frantically to keep up with the directions from the professor who keeps turning out the lights so I have to try and write in the DARK!
My eyes have RED circles that look like one of those twirling discs people use to hypnotize the unwary, my hair has cowlicks stticking up all over and I really need help.
So I lean across my desk to ask my classmate if she could give me a hand.
Unfazed she looks at me with that quizzical, are you kidding me, you can't get this look, while she is busily typing away on her personal Blog Site and looking at the web sites of other photographers, SHE HAS ALREADY PRINTED HER PHOTOGRAPHS while I am still trying to find mine.
With half a heart she reaches over, pushes a button and all of sudden my computer lights up the screen starts rolling lights are flashing, web sites are scrolling and Eureka!! There it is. Just like the professor said it was.
I don't like her, my class mate. ;~)
She never takes notes, she never reads assignments, says she is too busy taking pictures, she already has 2,139 pictures enough to finish the course and I am stuck on 36 all of my dog lying down and standing up.
I don't like her, my classmate. ;~)
But you know what? I am stuck with her because she knows which button to push to make my computer work.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
CHEEP DATES # 2
Recently I returned from a wonderful and fun-filled vacation to Las Vegas. I took a dear friend there for her birthday and it was her first time. As with any place I have seen and I have the wonderful opportunity to re-visit and see through another person's eyes this was no exception. It so rewarding to watch someone share the same delight I experienced.
However, staying consistent with one of my earlier posts it should not come as a surprise I still enjoy the Budget Plan and always seek ways to minimize my financial impact.
Thus was the case in Las Vegas and I whole heartedly recommend it to anyone that has the fortitude to just say "No!"
Looking for tickets to shows we came across a ticket desk advertising show tickets so naturally we wondered in that direction. Unbeknownst to us this was a Sales Gimmick desk. It was a vacation time share promo.
So here is the deal-for $40 CASH they will give you vouchers for a show and gaming tokens. My suspicious mind say's Yeah Sure! but since this was Las Vegas and gambling is the game in town I decided to go ahead. We were trucked as so many cattle, to a waiting conference hall with the typical high pressure - totally UnFunny-sales staff and mangerial hammers.
To make a loooong story short the end result is this, we spent 3-hours of our non-vital time to listen to the sales spiel, meet with two high pressure hammers, then a final "No" at the receptionists desk and the trip back to our hotel where we cashed in our gaming voucher for SLOT machine credits (this is important because they gave us cash) $75.00 and our two free show tickets $58.00 each.
So for a $40 gamble our winnings amounted to $151 and once again I had accomplished a Bargain Basement Date!!!!
However, staying consistent with one of my earlier posts it should not come as a surprise I still enjoy the Budget Plan and always seek ways to minimize my financial impact.
Thus was the case in Las Vegas and I whole heartedly recommend it to anyone that has the fortitude to just say "No!"
Looking for tickets to shows we came across a ticket desk advertising show tickets so naturally we wondered in that direction. Unbeknownst to us this was a Sales Gimmick desk. It was a vacation time share promo.
So here is the deal-for $40 CASH they will give you vouchers for a show and gaming tokens. My suspicious mind say's Yeah Sure! but since this was Las Vegas and gambling is the game in town I decided to go ahead. We were trucked as so many cattle, to a waiting conference hall with the typical high pressure - totally UnFunny-sales staff and mangerial hammers.
To make a loooong story short the end result is this, we spent 3-hours of our non-vital time to listen to the sales spiel, meet with two high pressure hammers, then a final "No" at the receptionists desk and the trip back to our hotel where we cashed in our gaming voucher for SLOT machine credits (this is important because they gave us cash) $75.00 and our two free show tickets $58.00 each.
So for a $40 gamble our winnings amounted to $151 and once again I had accomplished a Bargain Basement Date!!!!
FIRST DAY PERSPECTIVE
What is interesting is to follow the Blog of my classmate (niece) and her first day of school and my perspective of my first day of class.
Note if you will, I am more pessimistic ( my hero is Eeyore) our professor bored me. Well not completely but quite a bit of the times and I remembered how when I was an active student, I had profs I enjoyed and profs I could easily have done On-Line. This one falls in the middle. However, on an optimistic note, I am excited about some of the things she has indicated we will cover. My input was I am interested in traveling and portrait photography but fail to have a perspective and interpretive eye when I am looking at something, I know what I want my photograph to state I just don't always capture that. She, the professor, promises to cover this as well as the many things my classmate talked about in her Blog.
I recalled last night while I stayed up past my bedtime reading my assignment for tonight how many times I did this for 3 and 4 classes, and here I am doing this just for one class - but wait! I am changing my student status to AUDIT where pass or fail is not an issue. Wheeeee I can turn out the light and go to bed. So much for Chapter 3, I'll try and capture you during my lunch break. MAYBE - there is still the weekend.
In truth (dang-it) I really did enjoy myself and I do look forward to this quarter with high expectations. Secretly, it was so much fun watching my niece going through the Freshman phase. She was a delight to be with. Don't tell her though.
Note if you will, I am more pessimistic ( my hero is Eeyore) our professor bored me. Well not completely but quite a bit of the times and I remembered how when I was an active student, I had profs I enjoyed and profs I could easily have done On-Line. This one falls in the middle. However, on an optimistic note, I am excited about some of the things she has indicated we will cover. My input was I am interested in traveling and portrait photography but fail to have a perspective and interpretive eye when I am looking at something, I know what I want my photograph to state I just don't always capture that. She, the professor, promises to cover this as well as the many things my classmate talked about in her Blog.
I recalled last night while I stayed up past my bedtime reading my assignment for tonight how many times I did this for 3 and 4 classes, and here I am doing this just for one class - but wait! I am changing my student status to AUDIT where pass or fail is not an issue. Wheeeee I can turn out the light and go to bed. So much for Chapter 3, I'll try and capture you during my lunch break. MAYBE - there is still the weekend.
In truth (dang-it) I really did enjoy myself and I do look forward to this quarter with high expectations. Secretly, it was so much fun watching my niece going through the Freshman phase. She was a delight to be with. Don't tell her though.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
GOOD MEMORIES
You know how sometimes things revisited bring back good memories? That is what happened to me yesterday. In 1987 I finally completed enough credits to receive my Associates Degree this after having transferring from another school and having to retake many courses in order to receive local accreditation.
I now can remember there were times I wanted to quit, times I became so frustrated and fearful because I couldn't seem to grasp a particular subject, the anxiety that went with every final exam, the many times I survived on 3, 4 and 5 hours worth of sleep because I was also working full time. And then that most exhillerating, rewarding feeling that came with, as Reese Witherspoon so eloquently put it in "Legally Blond", "I DID IT!" I graduated and surprizingly graduated as an honor student.
Since 1987 I have not returned nor set foot on any campus and with no regrets.
But yesterday, my niece, Tiffany and I signed up for fall quarter at Olympic College. We will be taking a Photography class, but that is insignificant to the good feelings she and I experienced as we walked into the registrars office filled out the usual submission forms discussing class numbers, room numbers, student ID numbers like two NEW Freshman entering a new experience for the first time.
And THEN the walk across the campus while our own thoughts and fond memories of our individual experiences returned when we were active students came back to wash over our emotions and our faces.
As we entered the Student Union and Book Store it was like "I'M BACK!" and it felt so good and so right.
I now can remember there were times I wanted to quit, times I became so frustrated and fearful because I couldn't seem to grasp a particular subject, the anxiety that went with every final exam, the many times I survived on 3, 4 and 5 hours worth of sleep because I was also working full time. And then that most exhillerating, rewarding feeling that came with, as Reese Witherspoon so eloquently put it in "Legally Blond", "I DID IT!" I graduated and surprizingly graduated as an honor student.
Since 1987 I have not returned nor set foot on any campus and with no regrets.
But yesterday, my niece, Tiffany and I signed up for fall quarter at Olympic College. We will be taking a Photography class, but that is insignificant to the good feelings she and I experienced as we walked into the registrars office filled out the usual submission forms discussing class numbers, room numbers, student ID numbers like two NEW Freshman entering a new experience for the first time.
And THEN the walk across the campus while our own thoughts and fond memories of our individual experiences returned when we were active students came back to wash over our emotions and our faces.
As we entered the Student Union and Book Store it was like "I'M BACK!" and it felt so good and so right.
Monday, July 28, 2008
BUDGET DATES
When I was in the Army, as most service persons seeing Europe, depending on your agenda required considerable investment and finding cost savings was a must. Several books were written advertising "See Europe on $5.00 A Day.
I believe this became the start of my frugal attitude in many things I do today one being dating. And this then is where I am taking you today. I will share with you a perfect day of dating on $5.00.
Bear in mind this may only be a one shot deal with the same woman (or man), but hey let's face it think of how many different people you can meet using my method.
Now also bear in mind that one of two end results will occur. There will probably not be a middle road either you will find the right person that will go out with you again, or the person you are taking on this special date will never see you again and you can bet you ain't getting a good night kiss on the door step afterwards.
So let us begin this special day.
I had invited my friend to share dinner, a concert and a movie with me this past Saturday. Excited and looking forward to a pleasant day I did my usual shower and shave broke out the special Armani deodorant and cologne saved only for special occasions, spent the required 15 minutes ensuring my part was perfectly straight and all straglers were waxed down or pulled out. I then got out the trusty ear mower and shaved the inside of each ear, women hate smuggling up to a bush poking out of ear lobes. Next came the tweezers and scissors first using the scissors I made sure that the bugger encrusted hair protruding from my nostrils was neatly trimmed back beyond eyesight, took the tweezers and plucked out the worst of my eye brow bush. Handsome and feeling spry I selected an appropriate color and appealing shirt with complimentary pants, socks, and shoes.
I was immaculate and ready for the KILL! I am definitely under the belief my dates deserve this extra preparation and trouble after all as I mentioned earlier, this may be my one and only chance to score.
Before leaving it is important to make a first impression, so I always try and bring a bouquet of flowers, thank goodness I have several rose bushes to fill this need just a matter of pulling out the trusty Swiss Knife on the way out the door and snipping off the older of the roses - this accomplishes two things first off it helps prune the bushes for new budding flowers and second it eliminates having to cut and throw away, and if you peel off the outer layer of the blossom it looks like a fresh healthy flower and your date will never know the difference. Besides it is the thought that counts.
Now on with the date. I pick up my friend she mushes over the flowers - whew thank goodnes. Next I tell her we will be going to a new restaurant I just read about - actually I read about it in my recent BLUE envelope of Value Coupons. Armed with my buy one get one free coupon I take her to this new Fast Food restaurant. To maintain the excitement I brag aboout others have given excellent accolades to this eatery and the food. They have sepcial sandwiches and fries you can't buy anywhere else. Sometimes you can tell from this first experience how the rest of the evening will go. Next I take my friend to a concert, this evening we will be listening to Irish and Celtic music something I know she enjoys and of course the ambience is wonderful. It is one of the weekly FREE concerts on the Boardwalk where we can grab a table and enjoy our dinner while we listen.
Afterwards I had promised her a movie in a romantic setting. In our downtown we have an old empty Penney's building and during the summer you can climb the stairs to the roof and watch a movie in the open. We had the best seats in the house, I brought camping chairs, if she wanted treats they had a snack bar set up where she could buy some popcorn and soda, I wasn't hungry, and a beer garden if she wanted to celebrate the evening. The best part is the movie AND the parking is free.
When the evening was over I took my date home she got out of the car and as a gentleman I walked her to the door. Waiting for a kiss I let her know what a wonderful time I had and would like to see her again - she something not quite descernible like call me. Hmm, problem she didn't give me her new phone number nor did she remember to kiss me goodnight.
BUT the best part of the evening, with dinner and a bottle water, I walked away slightly over five dollars $5.21 and had money left over for a beer before I went home to bed alone.
I believe this became the start of my frugal attitude in many things I do today one being dating. And this then is where I am taking you today. I will share with you a perfect day of dating on $5.00.
Bear in mind this may only be a one shot deal with the same woman (or man), but hey let's face it think of how many different people you can meet using my method.
Now also bear in mind that one of two end results will occur. There will probably not be a middle road either you will find the right person that will go out with you again, or the person you are taking on this special date will never see you again and you can bet you ain't getting a good night kiss on the door step afterwards.
So let us begin this special day.
I had invited my friend to share dinner, a concert and a movie with me this past Saturday. Excited and looking forward to a pleasant day I did my usual shower and shave broke out the special Armani deodorant and cologne saved only for special occasions, spent the required 15 minutes ensuring my part was perfectly straight and all straglers were waxed down or pulled out. I then got out the trusty ear mower and shaved the inside of each ear, women hate smuggling up to a bush poking out of ear lobes. Next came the tweezers and scissors first using the scissors I made sure that the bugger encrusted hair protruding from my nostrils was neatly trimmed back beyond eyesight, took the tweezers and plucked out the worst of my eye brow bush. Handsome and feeling spry I selected an appropriate color and appealing shirt with complimentary pants, socks, and shoes.
I was immaculate and ready for the KILL! I am definitely under the belief my dates deserve this extra preparation and trouble after all as I mentioned earlier, this may be my one and only chance to score.
Before leaving it is important to make a first impression, so I always try and bring a bouquet of flowers, thank goodness I have several rose bushes to fill this need just a matter of pulling out the trusty Swiss Knife on the way out the door and snipping off the older of the roses - this accomplishes two things first off it helps prune the bushes for new budding flowers and second it eliminates having to cut and throw away, and if you peel off the outer layer of the blossom it looks like a fresh healthy flower and your date will never know the difference. Besides it is the thought that counts.
Now on with the date. I pick up my friend she mushes over the flowers - whew thank goodnes. Next I tell her we will be going to a new restaurant I just read about - actually I read about it in my recent BLUE envelope of Value Coupons. Armed with my buy one get one free coupon I take her to this new Fast Food restaurant. To maintain the excitement I brag aboout others have given excellent accolades to this eatery and the food. They have sepcial sandwiches and fries you can't buy anywhere else. Sometimes you can tell from this first experience how the rest of the evening will go. Next I take my friend to a concert, this evening we will be listening to Irish and Celtic music something I know she enjoys and of course the ambience is wonderful. It is one of the weekly FREE concerts on the Boardwalk where we can grab a table and enjoy our dinner while we listen.
Afterwards I had promised her a movie in a romantic setting. In our downtown we have an old empty Penney's building and during the summer you can climb the stairs to the roof and watch a movie in the open. We had the best seats in the house, I brought camping chairs, if she wanted treats they had a snack bar set up where she could buy some popcorn and soda, I wasn't hungry, and a beer garden if she wanted to celebrate the evening. The best part is the movie AND the parking is free.
When the evening was over I took my date home she got out of the car and as a gentleman I walked her to the door. Waiting for a kiss I let her know what a wonderful time I had and would like to see her again - she something not quite descernible like call me. Hmm, problem she didn't give me her new phone number nor did she remember to kiss me goodnight.
BUT the best part of the evening, with dinner and a bottle water, I walked away slightly over five dollars $5.21 and had money left over for a beer before I went home to bed alone.
Monday, June 23, 2008
SHOPPING WITH WOMEN
Many articles have been written about this phenomenon, and I will probably be touching on past cliches and comments so in order to avoid plagiarism and/or any copywrite infringements, let me state here and now I acknowledge that I may have borrowed every word and thought inherent to someone else.
This past weekend I went shopping with my niece Hailey. We had to stop for gas, go shopping at Costco, flush the water tank in my travel trailer, take a shower and go to the RV Store for parts and stop at Ross's to buy hand towels, dish towels and wash cloths and dish rags, total time invested 4-1/2 hours.
Later Hailey and I enjoyed a wonderful late lunch at Olive Garden with Tiffany, Maxine and Tayla. We had decided afterwards we would go the mall to look for a Blue Tooth for Maxine. It was then I experienced the shopping patterns of the homo sapien, females. Now it has been a habit of mine to find the nearest store that interests me or a cozy bench for people watching. Today was an exception, while Maxine and Tiffany contiued the purchase at Radio Shack I volunteered to take Hailey and Tayla to the Children's area. Believe me this was not a burden I love spending time with my Great nieces and nephews and I loved watching them enjoy the toys and other children so this was a pleasant experience.
What I observed was the shopping patterns of Tiffany and Maxine, now bear in mind what I mentioned Hailey and I accomplished in 4-1/2 hours. Tiffany was looking for a pair of pants well maybe two pairs, gawd I don't know because after touching and going through the entire pants section including the various Clearance Racks, finding a couple of pairs that might fit but not quite the colors wanted, they still headed for that dreaded "Fitting Room" that takes forever to exit. I know because I called Tiffany while she was in the Fitting Room earlier in the day and it was almost an hour later before she got back to me.
The horror of shopping for a pair of pants is that they never quite fit the butt right or the waist right or the legs aren't just so, but more so is the fact that now we need to touch every dagnabbit belt on the Clearance rack to fit the pants we are thinking of buying. So not finding the belt that looks right we "sack" the pants and have to start over, BUT wait start over we DO NOT. The women have now discovered.... "Oh that would look so cute on Tayla or Hailey would really love this!" So we are off on another tangent and we watch them go through the children's clearance racks and wonder over to the name brands rack and finally decide to go back and purchase the first item they thought was so cute. The pants Tiffany was looking for oh yeah they now remembered they still hadn't found any pants so maybe one last trip through the Ladies Section oh wait, "Doesn't that pair of earrings look adorable? Those would look good on you." So another hurdle we go through before we get back to the pants.
Now the little ones have all but believed they have been abandoned, after all Mom and Grandma have been gone since Saturday and it is now early Sunday morning. Fortunately Mall security found us blankets and pillows so the little ones were comfortable. Realizing my little Princesses were getting restless and truly needed soemthing to eat we made our way to Baskin Robbins and put out an APB for two women lost in Kohl's in Women's wear.
FINALLY, we were all reunited Tayla had tears of happiness when she saw Mom and Hailey had to be re-introduced because it had been so long but everything worked out in the end and we lived happily ever after. Oh the pants - nope just wasn't what Tiffany was looking for but Tayla has a new summer, winter, fall and spring outfit plus 2 dozen birthday gifts. Hailey has a new dress, a pants suit, a new blouse, shoes and stuffed toy. Maxine has her Blue Tooth phone, Tiffany has new earrings, a bracelet, a new purse, some pefume, a scarf BUT NO PANTS.
This past weekend I went shopping with my niece Hailey. We had to stop for gas, go shopping at Costco, flush the water tank in my travel trailer, take a shower and go to the RV Store for parts and stop at Ross's to buy hand towels, dish towels and wash cloths and dish rags, total time invested 4-1/2 hours.
Later Hailey and I enjoyed a wonderful late lunch at Olive Garden with Tiffany, Maxine and Tayla. We had decided afterwards we would go the mall to look for a Blue Tooth for Maxine. It was then I experienced the shopping patterns of the homo sapien, females. Now it has been a habit of mine to find the nearest store that interests me or a cozy bench for people watching. Today was an exception, while Maxine and Tiffany contiued the purchase at Radio Shack I volunteered to take Hailey and Tayla to the Children's area. Believe me this was not a burden I love spending time with my Great nieces and nephews and I loved watching them enjoy the toys and other children so this was a pleasant experience.
What I observed was the shopping patterns of Tiffany and Maxine, now bear in mind what I mentioned Hailey and I accomplished in 4-1/2 hours. Tiffany was looking for a pair of pants well maybe two pairs, gawd I don't know because after touching and going through the entire pants section including the various Clearance Racks, finding a couple of pairs that might fit but not quite the colors wanted, they still headed for that dreaded "Fitting Room" that takes forever to exit. I know because I called Tiffany while she was in the Fitting Room earlier in the day and it was almost an hour later before she got back to me.
The horror of shopping for a pair of pants is that they never quite fit the butt right or the waist right or the legs aren't just so, but more so is the fact that now we need to touch every dagnabbit belt on the Clearance rack to fit the pants we are thinking of buying. So not finding the belt that looks right we "sack" the pants and have to start over, BUT wait start over we DO NOT. The women have now discovered.... "Oh that would look so cute on Tayla or Hailey would really love this!" So we are off on another tangent and we watch them go through the children's clearance racks and wonder over to the name brands rack and finally decide to go back and purchase the first item they thought was so cute. The pants Tiffany was looking for oh yeah they now remembered they still hadn't found any pants so maybe one last trip through the Ladies Section oh wait, "Doesn't that pair of earrings look adorable? Those would look good on you." So another hurdle we go through before we get back to the pants.
Now the little ones have all but believed they have been abandoned, after all Mom and Grandma have been gone since Saturday and it is now early Sunday morning. Fortunately Mall security found us blankets and pillows so the little ones were comfortable. Realizing my little Princesses were getting restless and truly needed soemthing to eat we made our way to Baskin Robbins and put out an APB for two women lost in Kohl's in Women's wear.
FINALLY, we were all reunited Tayla had tears of happiness when she saw Mom and Hailey had to be re-introduced because it had been so long but everything worked out in the end and we lived happily ever after. Oh the pants - nope just wasn't what Tiffany was looking for but Tayla has a new summer, winter, fall and spring outfit plus 2 dozen birthday gifts. Hailey has a new dress, a pants suit, a new blouse, shoes and stuffed toy. Maxine has her Blue Tooth phone, Tiffany has new earrings, a bracelet, a new purse, some pefume, a scarf BUT NO PANTS.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
ME AND MY DAGNABBIT CAMERA
About a year ago I decided to buy me a new camera, after losing over half my photographs from my trip through Wyoming and Mount Rushmore.
Wanting to do all sorts of things creative and experiment with printing larger clear photographs I took out a home equity loan and bought one of the higher priced models A Binford, Super 6000 with remote control for men.
This is one of those technical instruments that require a 3-day course on simple-to-understand operations. I am one of those rare men that does read the manual, unfortunately, I have a terrible memory. Unless I have a pocket guide I can take with me I am totally lost.
One of the wonderful features to this State Of The Art Camera is IT HAS AN AUTO SETTING! Yep, I can put it in this mode and it does everything for me.
What it does not have is a STUPIT button.
The past couple of weekends I went on some wonderful and memorable trips, one to Seattle with one of my wonderful nieces, and we took in some different sites I had not seen before. There were some great Photo Ops, especially on the Duck Ride - oh what a grand opportunity to use my camera that was setting home on my dining room table.
On My next opportunity I went with a good friend again to Seattle for the annual Folk Life Festival. Had some great Photo Ops to use my camera that was securely hidden away in the back of my Durango.
Ah ha, but now it gets better. I went to Portland to experience the Portland Rose Parade, everyone knows there are great Photo Ops at a parade, NOT IF YOUR BATTERY IS DEAD and your battery charger is setting home on youor dinig room table.
So for anyone that might be interested, on Craigs List you might find a BINFORD 6000 Super deluxe Camera WITH wrist strap, instruction manual and battery charger.
I have found post cards are 4 for a $1.00 in most gift shops.
Wanting to do all sorts of things creative and experiment with printing larger clear photographs I took out a home equity loan and bought one of the higher priced models A Binford, Super 6000 with remote control for men.
This is one of those technical instruments that require a 3-day course on simple-to-understand operations. I am one of those rare men that does read the manual, unfortunately, I have a terrible memory. Unless I have a pocket guide I can take with me I am totally lost.
One of the wonderful features to this State Of The Art Camera is IT HAS AN AUTO SETTING! Yep, I can put it in this mode and it does everything for me.
What it does not have is a STUPIT button.
The past couple of weekends I went on some wonderful and memorable trips, one to Seattle with one of my wonderful nieces, and we took in some different sites I had not seen before. There were some great Photo Ops, especially on the Duck Ride - oh what a grand opportunity to use my camera that was setting home on my dining room table.
On My next opportunity I went with a good friend again to Seattle for the annual Folk Life Festival. Had some great Photo Ops to use my camera that was securely hidden away in the back of my Durango.
Ah ha, but now it gets better. I went to Portland to experience the Portland Rose Parade, everyone knows there are great Photo Ops at a parade, NOT IF YOUR BATTERY IS DEAD and your battery charger is setting home on youor dinig room table.
So for anyone that might be interested, on Craigs List you might find a BINFORD 6000 Super deluxe Camera WITH wrist strap, instruction manual and battery charger.
I have found post cards are 4 for a $1.00 in most gift shops.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
ARE YOU PATRIOTIC
I am not trying to put anyone on the spot here it is more a rhetorical question, but it occurred to me last Friday prior to the Memorial Day Weekend. I am sure this weekend means different things to different people.
As with any military installation, colors are played each morning at 8:00 AM during flag raising and if there are ships in port as is always the case, each vessel has it's own color guard raising the respective flags. On base this means everyone comes to a stop whether walking or driving and faces the shipyard flag pole. Some place their hands over their hearts, some salute (military), some respectfully stand. And then there are others that as soon as they hear the "call to colors" a bugle playing five minutes before colors, hurriedly head for their destination or find a building to scamper into so they don't get caught having to show respect to the flag.
Yep, that is me. And as I heard the call to colors last Friday I remembered times past I did my share of scampering. Along with that came the thought this is the beginning of Memorial Day weekend and how far we seem to have come from when, I remember standing next to Mom at six years old watching the color guard pass in review during a parade, and seeing her crying. The sight of the flag or hearing the Star Spangled Banner always had my Mother tearing up with emotional patriotism.
As children my mother tried to instill the same patriotism in us. In those days it was easy people were more inclined to be proud of the USA and the Flag and the National Anthem. We seldom questioned our national leaders and our role in the world stage. Today it is different, not wrong as some would suggest, but different. We have learned to question our national feader's values and learned to question our role in the world. People have faced disillusion, some even heartbreak after not questioning for so many years, and we found ourselves torn by our own values and the desire to still believe in and be proud of the United States of America.
Will I ever have that six year old feeling again, probably not, am I a patriotic, yes, in a different way I no longer believe we are infallible, I no longer believe our leaders are flawless and unquestionableand I don't believe we have a right to assert our standards on the rest of the world. I may not always stand for Colors and tear up when I see the flag pass in review but you know something, the other day I was looking up at the flag and I felt this something stick in my throat.
As with any military installation, colors are played each morning at 8:00 AM during flag raising and if there are ships in port as is always the case, each vessel has it's own color guard raising the respective flags. On base this means everyone comes to a stop whether walking or driving and faces the shipyard flag pole. Some place their hands over their hearts, some salute (military), some respectfully stand. And then there are others that as soon as they hear the "call to colors" a bugle playing five minutes before colors, hurriedly head for their destination or find a building to scamper into so they don't get caught having to show respect to the flag.
Yep, that is me. And as I heard the call to colors last Friday I remembered times past I did my share of scampering. Along with that came the thought this is the beginning of Memorial Day weekend and how far we seem to have come from when, I remember standing next to Mom at six years old watching the color guard pass in review during a parade, and seeing her crying. The sight of the flag or hearing the Star Spangled Banner always had my Mother tearing up with emotional patriotism.
As children my mother tried to instill the same patriotism in us. In those days it was easy people were more inclined to be proud of the USA and the Flag and the National Anthem. We seldom questioned our national leaders and our role in the world stage. Today it is different, not wrong as some would suggest, but different. We have learned to question our national feader's values and learned to question our role in the world. People have faced disillusion, some even heartbreak after not questioning for so many years, and we found ourselves torn by our own values and the desire to still believe in and be proud of the United States of America.
Will I ever have that six year old feeling again, probably not, am I a patriotic, yes, in a different way I no longer believe we are infallible, I no longer believe our leaders are flawless and unquestionableand I don't believe we have a right to assert our standards on the rest of the world. I may not always stand for Colors and tear up when I see the flag pass in review but you know something, the other day I was looking up at the flag and I felt this something stick in my throat.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I HATE INSURANCE COMPANIES
Like Lawyers, Insurance companies are a sometimes evil neccessity, and I hate them just the same. A little over a year and a half ago I signed up for the Federal Gov't supplemental Dental coverage through GEHA believing they would cover at least a part of my upcoming high dental bills, over $5000.
Well after 18 months and $5000 plus more to come I received this business like rejection notice. I don't take rejection well, particularly when it comes to corporate America. "Your Implants and related dental work is not covered!" Wait a dang minute, when I signed up with your stupid coverage it states right on the front page covered, IMPLANTS. What part of this did I fail to understand?? (this deserved a double question mark). Oh but you further drove the knife between my ribs stating "Your Doctor is not an authorized preferred practioner". Well now let me see that brochure again where in the fine print did you bury this condition?? (another warranted double question mark)
So I did some quick math I have paid almost $800 in premiums for something I will never get to use and it makes me totally understand the health industry corporate picture, "WE ARE IN THE BUSINESS TO MAKE MONEY." Oh you don't have to give me a magnifying glass to read this I think it finally sunk in and you know what, I have now sent you a notice; "based on your lack of coverage and my dis-satisfaction with your company I cancel my policy effective immediately before you bleed me any more for my money". Plus it saves me from buying a more powerful magnifying glass to read your fine fine print. I figure from the money I save paying you I will pay my own bill and come out ahead.
Well after 18 months and $5000 plus more to come I received this business like rejection notice. I don't take rejection well, particularly when it comes to corporate America. "Your Implants and related dental work is not covered!" Wait a dang minute, when I signed up with your stupid coverage it states right on the front page covered, IMPLANTS. What part of this did I fail to understand?? (this deserved a double question mark). Oh but you further drove the knife between my ribs stating "Your Doctor is not an authorized preferred practioner". Well now let me see that brochure again where in the fine print did you bury this condition?? (another warranted double question mark)
So I did some quick math I have paid almost $800 in premiums for something I will never get to use and it makes me totally understand the health industry corporate picture, "WE ARE IN THE BUSINESS TO MAKE MONEY." Oh you don't have to give me a magnifying glass to read this I think it finally sunk in and you know what, I have now sent you a notice; "based on your lack of coverage and my dis-satisfaction with your company I cancel my policy effective immediately before you bleed me any more for my money". Plus it saves me from buying a more powerful magnifying glass to read your fine fine print. I figure from the money I save paying you I will pay my own bill and come out ahead.
Monday, May 19, 2008
MAN AND NATURE
There are many things that man is able to share with nature, hiking, skiing, motorcycle riding, hunting, fishing, etc. But there is only one thing that man and nature have a confortable relationship with that women do not, peeing outdoors.
Yep, man can relieve himself virtually anywhere, with some discretion advised.
The other night, after a lengthy day of fun and activities in Seattle I came home to the solitude of the trees, the out buildings, and bushes and few neighbors nearby. Well okay it wasn't my home and there was an unoccupied bathroom no more than 50 feet away.
It was the waning hours of dusk and stars were beginning to peek through the changing dark sky. An isolated backyard and visual blocking storage shed in the sweetness of the surrounding trees beckoned to me.
It was there in my seclusion and to the chagrin of my companions I bonded with nature. It was refreshing and relaxing. This moment with nature re-invigorates the male senses re-establishes our man-hood and re-affirms our dominence in a female world that there are still some things that belong to man alone.
Yep, man can relieve himself virtually anywhere, with some discretion advised.
The other night, after a lengthy day of fun and activities in Seattle I came home to the solitude of the trees, the out buildings, and bushes and few neighbors nearby. Well okay it wasn't my home and there was an unoccupied bathroom no more than 50 feet away.
It was the waning hours of dusk and stars were beginning to peek through the changing dark sky. An isolated backyard and visual blocking storage shed in the sweetness of the surrounding trees beckoned to me.
It was there in my seclusion and to the chagrin of my companions I bonded with nature. It was refreshing and relaxing. This moment with nature re-invigorates the male senses re-establishes our man-hood and re-affirms our dominence in a female world that there are still some things that belong to man alone.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
HAVEN'T SEEN EVERYTHING YET
I know at my young age I have not seen everyting yet but I am constantly amazed by the new things I encounter.
Now each of us that drive or ride in a vehicle at one time or the other have experienced the horrifying site of Bambi or Rocky The Squirrel splattered against the pavement on some rural or interstate highway.
Traumatic as that in itself is now we have a gentleman from Prescott, Wis that whishes to assault our senses with a web site devoted to "RoadKill".
The last thing I want is a graphic picture and a daily reminder of Bambi, Thumper, or Rocky pressed together with Michelin 7.85 x 15 tire tread design.
Now each of us that drive or ride in a vehicle at one time or the other have experienced the horrifying site of Bambi or Rocky The Squirrel splattered against the pavement on some rural or interstate highway.
Traumatic as that in itself is now we have a gentleman from Prescott, Wis that whishes to assault our senses with a web site devoted to "RoadKill".
The last thing I want is a graphic picture and a daily reminder of Bambi, Thumper, or Rocky pressed together with Michelin 7.85 x 15 tire tread design.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Morning Wonders
I am by nature NOT a morning person, but because I have chosen to go to work early 5:30 I am privy to the wonders of the morning.
How many of you have experienced the peace and quiet of a morning drive while the sun is still sleeping or as it is barely cresting the horizon.
In suburbia America there are few commuters up this early and it makes for a pleasant experience.
In my community I drive around a body of water called Sinclair Inlet. As I round the curve if the sun hasn't come up yet, I can almost make out the dark, shadowy, silhouettes of the Navy vessels tagged as the mothball fleet. in the spring as a slight pink color tints the horizon you can start making out the masts and massive steel hulks, it is quiet, they make no noises, these heroes of long gone wars. It is an eerie stillness as the ghosts of these vessels reside within their empty hulls. It is quiet and peaceful.
Once I have passed the shipyard I enter the community of Bremerton a landscape of lawns and trees and fences encircling houses with curtained windows most of them darkened. Not all there a few with a light in the window and I wonder what is going on in this household. Are they just waking up, are they getting ready for work or some other adventure, are they happy, are they sad. Is it a family, a couple, a single person, what are they thinking this early in the morning.
I watch the woman walking to the ferry six blocks away as she does every morning and it is peaceful and it is quiet. It makes it all worth getting up this early.
How many of you have experienced the peace and quiet of a morning drive while the sun is still sleeping or as it is barely cresting the horizon.
In suburbia America there are few commuters up this early and it makes for a pleasant experience.
In my community I drive around a body of water called Sinclair Inlet. As I round the curve if the sun hasn't come up yet, I can almost make out the dark, shadowy, silhouettes of the Navy vessels tagged as the mothball fleet. in the spring as a slight pink color tints the horizon you can start making out the masts and massive steel hulks, it is quiet, they make no noises, these heroes of long gone wars. It is an eerie stillness as the ghosts of these vessels reside within their empty hulls. It is quiet and peaceful.
Once I have passed the shipyard I enter the community of Bremerton a landscape of lawns and trees and fences encircling houses with curtained windows most of them darkened. Not all there a few with a light in the window and I wonder what is going on in this household. Are they just waking up, are they getting ready for work or some other adventure, are they happy, are they sad. Is it a family, a couple, a single person, what are they thinking this early in the morning.
I watch the woman walking to the ferry six blocks away as she does every morning and it is peaceful and it is quiet. It makes it all worth getting up this early.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Mystery of the Hands
A couple of days ago I had the pleasure of babysitting one of my Great nieces, Tayla.
While she was sleeping in my arms her small hand was resting in mine. Not quite a third the size of mine I looked down and realized this small hand has been in this world not yet ten months and the hand holding it was going on sixty two years.
It made me realize how vulnerable, how inexperienced it was. My hand filled with well-earned wrinkles, scars and callouses could share so many experiences with Tayla's small hand. For a short instant I thought if only this fresh, pink, young hand could stay this way forever - then in another instant I began wondering what will this young hand experience what great worlds will be open to her.
It was a comfortable and in that moment in time, it was a happy place.
While she was sleeping in my arms her small hand was resting in mine. Not quite a third the size of mine I looked down and realized this small hand has been in this world not yet ten months and the hand holding it was going on sixty two years.
It made me realize how vulnerable, how inexperienced it was. My hand filled with well-earned wrinkles, scars and callouses could share so many experiences with Tayla's small hand. For a short instant I thought if only this fresh, pink, young hand could stay this way forever - then in another instant I began wondering what will this young hand experience what great worlds will be open to her.
It was a comfortable and in that moment in time, it was a happy place.
Friday, March 21, 2008
A MAN'S BATHROOM
The other day a couple of us were having a Water Cooler round table discussion and the topic was the bathroom. As most people are aware a bathroom is a man's sanctuary. Many might remember the Home Improvement episode Tim Taylor and Al Borland introduced Binford's Man's Bathroom. As fantasical as this may have been it was not by any means far from the buried desires of a man. Aside from a well stocked shop a Man's bathroom would be a next priority, while a woman finds it better to invest in a kitchen and bedroom, Go Figure!?!?!
Our conversation centered mostly on THE LIBRARY. We all pretty much agreed that a man cannot enter the inner sanctum without reading material, hence the rash of sales on bathroom magazine racks. Herein lies the mystery, while man can disappear for hours a woman seldom spends any quality time in the bathroom, unless you read the recent news article of the woman who spent two years glued to the toilet seat.
You never see a magazine rack with "Ladies Home Journal", Woman's Day", Better Homes and Garden". No, what you see is Sports Illustrated, Mechanic's Illustrated, WOOD magazine, and the most recent copy of Bathroom Trivia.
Now one of women's complaint is there just is not enough time in a day to rest and relax let alone sit down and read, why they would pass up on one of the greatest opportunities available to them each day to just sit down grab a good book and be in their own space for an hour or two.
It is another one of those mysteries of life that only a woman understands. No wonder Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus, they are definitely worlds apart in priorities.
Our conversation centered mostly on THE LIBRARY. We all pretty much agreed that a man cannot enter the inner sanctum without reading material, hence the rash of sales on bathroom magazine racks. Herein lies the mystery, while man can disappear for hours a woman seldom spends any quality time in the bathroom, unless you read the recent news article of the woman who spent two years glued to the toilet seat.
You never see a magazine rack with "Ladies Home Journal", Woman's Day", Better Homes and Garden". No, what you see is Sports Illustrated, Mechanic's Illustrated, WOOD magazine, and the most recent copy of Bathroom Trivia.
Now one of women's complaint is there just is not enough time in a day to rest and relax let alone sit down and read, why they would pass up on one of the greatest opportunities available to them each day to just sit down grab a good book and be in their own space for an hour or two.
It is another one of those mysteries of life that only a woman understands. No wonder Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus, they are definitely worlds apart in priorities.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I HAVE LIGHTS!!!
This past year I have been putting some fix-up money into my old beater 66 Chevy 1/2 ton. Sadly, I have not been able to get the directional lights to work even after some extensive work on the light system. Last weekend my good friend Mike was coerced into helping me find the root of the problem:
After arming ourselves with an overfilling breakfast brunch at Clearwater Casino, we began our travel where no man has tread, the inside of the steering column. (Iwas told the problem was in the directional lever)
After finally removing the horn button, gad that thing is loud when you haven't disconnected the battery, Mike was finally able to break the steering wheel loose. I suggest you never use a 5-pound ball peen hammer to do this unless you have a lot of duct tape ready to make repairs.
Amazingly Mike seemed to know exactly what he was doing because in a flash he had my directional switch removed and torn apart. Using his handkerchief he cleaned all the contacts, removed the contacts then couldn't put them back in, decided to rebend everything until most items appeared to fit in place. It was then he made the profound statement "well everything looks good here." What happened next was nothing more than a miracle, Mike had wires pulled out here and there and was poking his meter in places I had no idea you could poke. Whatever he read on his meter told him things were good. You couldn't prove it by me all I saw was numbers and letters bouncing all around the screen, but I accepted his word for it. I suggested we replace the flasher, the little relay on the fuse panel. Now you know the first thing they teach you in Electricians school is check the switch or circuit breaker first; being men neither one of us thought that. However that was what it took a brand new flasher and everything worked uh, with a slight exception. Now when ever I signal right every light in my pickup flashes, literally, the headlights, the brake lights, interior lights. Does anyone have a good suggestion???
After arming ourselves with an overfilling breakfast brunch at Clearwater Casino, we began our travel where no man has tread, the inside of the steering column. (Iwas told the problem was in the directional lever)
After finally removing the horn button, gad that thing is loud when you haven't disconnected the battery, Mike was finally able to break the steering wheel loose. I suggest you never use a 5-pound ball peen hammer to do this unless you have a lot of duct tape ready to make repairs.
Amazingly Mike seemed to know exactly what he was doing because in a flash he had my directional switch removed and torn apart. Using his handkerchief he cleaned all the contacts, removed the contacts then couldn't put them back in, decided to rebend everything until most items appeared to fit in place. It was then he made the profound statement "well everything looks good here." What happened next was nothing more than a miracle, Mike had wires pulled out here and there and was poking his meter in places I had no idea you could poke. Whatever he read on his meter told him things were good. You couldn't prove it by me all I saw was numbers and letters bouncing all around the screen, but I accepted his word for it. I suggested we replace the flasher, the little relay on the fuse panel. Now you know the first thing they teach you in Electricians school is check the switch or circuit breaker first; being men neither one of us thought that. However that was what it took a brand new flasher and everything worked uh, with a slight exception. Now when ever I signal right every light in my pickup flashes, literally, the headlights, the brake lights, interior lights. Does anyone have a good suggestion???
Monday, March 17, 2008
TRIP TO MARYHILL
This past weekend I had the pleasure of visiting a place I had every intention of seeing but never went. It is the Maryhill Museum and Stongehenge Replica. What a wonderful experience and one I would reccomend to anyone EXCEPT for the trip there. The MWR (Morale, Welfare and Recreation) Department offered this trip and I thought it would be great to have someone drive. It started out well except for having to get up at five in the morning on a Saturday, a day that I usually sleep in until 7:00 at least. There were 17 people signing up for the trip and because of this we did not ave enough to warrant the big bus. What we had was the Little bus. I am certain many of us have been privy to the chagrin that goes with riding "The Little Bus" and I now feel sorry for all the "Challenged" individuals that are relegated to this torture.
Used to be that I was somnewhat envious that they had their own "Special Bus" but let me relate to you the downside to this.
The seats although more comfortable than a school bus and airplane were less comfortable that a Tour bus. The aisle was barely wide enough for an average person of healthy weight to squeeze through sideways. And every bump, highway seperation and metal plate sent a back jarring, jaw rattling shock through my system. When the bus took a curve you had to hold on because unlike cars that have built in sway bars, either these didn't work or they had been removed and I was thrown across the aisle getting intimate with my fellow passengers on more than one occassion.
The final straw was, at the beginning of the trip we were told we would be making frequent stops, I failed English and word definition in high scholl and now I know why. I thought frequent meant FREQUENT like every couple of hours or so, NOT beginning of trip to destination. You should realize we are a group of 50 + tourists on bladder control pills and diapers that frequent means EVERY Rest stop. When I mentioned this the tour guide looked in shock at me that she missed the Rest Stops, her comment:oh I didn't see them that must have been while I was sleeping. Yeah well lets see how much sleep you get tonight while you are mopping down The Little Bus.
I must say on the return trip we stopped at every rest stop and gas station we cam upon.
As I said it was a wonderful destination I will describe in future postings. JUST DON'T TAKE "THE SPECIAL BUS!"
Used to be that I was somnewhat envious that they had their own "Special Bus" but let me relate to you the downside to this.
The seats although more comfortable than a school bus and airplane were less comfortable that a Tour bus. The aisle was barely wide enough for an average person of healthy weight to squeeze through sideways. And every bump, highway seperation and metal plate sent a back jarring, jaw rattling shock through my system. When the bus took a curve you had to hold on because unlike cars that have built in sway bars, either these didn't work or they had been removed and I was thrown across the aisle getting intimate with my fellow passengers on more than one occassion.
The final straw was, at the beginning of the trip we were told we would be making frequent stops, I failed English and word definition in high scholl and now I know why. I thought frequent meant FREQUENT like every couple of hours or so, NOT beginning of trip to destination. You should realize we are a group of 50 + tourists on bladder control pills and diapers that frequent means EVERY Rest stop. When I mentioned this the tour guide looked in shock at me that she missed the Rest Stops, her comment:oh I didn't see them that must have been while I was sleeping. Yeah well lets see how much sleep you get tonight while you are mopping down The Little Bus.
I must say on the return trip we stopped at every rest stop and gas station we cam upon.
As I said it was a wonderful destination I will describe in future postings. JUST DON'T TAKE "THE SPECIAL BUS!"
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
THE BUM ON MY CORNER
The past year or so there are two individuals that station them selves outside one of the gates to the shipyard. One of these gentlemen is, judging from his appearance, in his late 60's, 70's and he wears polka dot 60's style pants. He is there most afternoons passing out "The Word Of God." Most of you who know me know I am anti-religious and do not appreciate evangelising.
The other gentleman, perhaps slightly younger, is present most mornings 5:30 AM, with his little cut-off milk container in front of him. Seranading us on his harmonica with a tune he certainly must have composed himself. He plays this same tune every morning and has lately added the effects of what sounds like a train whistle. And as we pass by him he interrupts his playing to say "G'mornin'", which I ignore. Although he is not offensive he does have a musty odor about him, slightly like a locker room.
The first gentleman I ignore as well and generally with a distaste in my mind. I entertained thoughts of grabbing his material and wadding it up in front of him with any type of spontaneous biting remark I could utter.
The second gentleman, I had a habit of walking on the other side of the street until they tore it for repairs. This forced me to pass by and ignore this gentleman each morning again, wishing that he wouldn't show up.
Now as much as I try not to I know that I am a bigot and the past few days I have had some pretty conflicting feelings.
This morning as I passed our early morning seranader, although I still ignore him when he says "G'mornin'", I thought to myself; How would I feel if they weren't there. And my feelings became even more confused.
I think I would miss them, I would wonder what happened to them, would they be dead, would God strike me for having such selfish thoughts? I don't think so, but I can say I think I want them to stay. I am not saying I embrace them, don't go that far, but they are a part of my world and they belong there. Maybe someday I may even smile back??
The other gentleman, perhaps slightly younger, is present most mornings 5:30 AM, with his little cut-off milk container in front of him. Seranading us on his harmonica with a tune he certainly must have composed himself. He plays this same tune every morning and has lately added the effects of what sounds like a train whistle. And as we pass by him he interrupts his playing to say "G'mornin'", which I ignore. Although he is not offensive he does have a musty odor about him, slightly like a locker room.
The first gentleman I ignore as well and generally with a distaste in my mind. I entertained thoughts of grabbing his material and wadding it up in front of him with any type of spontaneous biting remark I could utter.
The second gentleman, I had a habit of walking on the other side of the street until they tore it for repairs. This forced me to pass by and ignore this gentleman each morning again, wishing that he wouldn't show up.
Now as much as I try not to I know that I am a bigot and the past few days I have had some pretty conflicting feelings.
This morning as I passed our early morning seranader, although I still ignore him when he says "G'mornin'", I thought to myself; How would I feel if they weren't there. And my feelings became even more confused.
I think I would miss them, I would wonder what happened to them, would they be dead, would God strike me for having such selfish thoughts? I don't think so, but I can say I think I want them to stay. I am not saying I embrace them, don't go that far, but they are a part of my world and they belong there. Maybe someday I may even smile back??
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
ONE OF MY FAVORITE PET PEEVES
Recently I purchased a brand new BarBQue for the up coming event in August when my sisters and nieces and nephews come visiting. Now all of you at one time or another have experienced this, but like me, you are accustomed to silently protesting and internalizing your frustrations. As with many of our items now days, "Some Assembly Required." Now I don't mind "SOME" assembly required, it is not what I envsioned when there are 17 boxes all sealed in carefully number array on my living room floor and the first words are: "Missing a Part?" DO NOT RETURN PRODUCT TO STORE. Solution call Monday through Wednesday between 8:00 AM Eastern Time (which by the way is 5:00 AM Pacific DAYLIGHT Savings time)and 10:00 AM Eastern Time (7:00 AM Pacific Time)and use this convenient toll free 1-800-you'll be sorry number. Okay so I was already up Monday and I had nothing better to do than get ready for work. I dialed the 1-800-Pain in The B*** got the first message, "Your call is important to us, if you know your parties extension", What? Wait! are you telling me others have had to call often enough they personally know these people? Shoot I am only on the first page, what is page 15 going to be like. Not knowing an extension I choose option 2, "thank you, now do you wish to have a service manager, a sales representative, a rebate representative , a billing manager, catalog, missing parts ... well you get the story. Everything is there but "Hello this is Jan how can I help you?" At 6:00 AM I had finally made it through all the menus and was assured a representative would be on the line momentarily when I heard this click and seconds later, a buzz, in my ear. Is anyone interested in an un-assembled brand new BarBQue complete with instruction book that on page 2 states, "This unit should be assembled by a Certified Service Technician."
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
2009 AN EXCITING YEAR
In 2009, several have requested a trip on Highway 101 along the Oregon coast through the Redwood forest and in to San Francisco. We will probably stay two days in San Francisco and camp at various spots the rest of the way. We shall return by way of Interstate 5 through Yreka, Ca., La Grande, and Portland Oregon. At minimum this trip will be 10 - 14 days and will happen in the later part of August 2009.
Any interested parties again, are welcome to join us. If you have never been along the Oregon coast or through the Redwoods it is a wonderful and humbling experience. There is so much to share and learn from the quaint little town of Astoria (location of Kindergarten Cop and Gremilins), to Seaside home of one of the larger US Campgrounds, Tillamuk home of famous cheese and Navy WWII Blimp Barnes, Lincoln City rugged shoreline and the most delicious bakery. Then The Sea Lion Caves, the US home of Free Willy oh my gosh so much to see.
Any interested parties again, are welcome to join us. If you have never been along the Oregon coast or through the Redwoods it is a wonderful and humbling experience. There is so much to share and learn from the quaint little town of Astoria (location of Kindergarten Cop and Gremilins), to Seaside home of one of the larger US Campgrounds, Tillamuk home of famous cheese and Navy WWII Blimp Barnes, Lincoln City rugged shoreline and the most delicious bakery. Then The Sea Lion Caves, the US home of Free Willy oh my gosh so much to see.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
2010 What A Year Planned
What are you doing in 2010. Well if you have very little going on during that time why not enjoy the World Famous Abundis Family Reunion. As of this publication the exact date (it will be in the summer) and location has not been determined. The only exact thing that has occured is the year. Yep we are going to do it and you are needed to participate in feedback and planning.
It is our intent to include not only the immediate Abundis family but our large extended family that has for years felt a part of us, what sad mis-guided souls. But we feel honored that they wish to be a part of us.
So what do you need to do. # 1 suggest a venue. Where would you like to meet. # 2 what would you enjoy seeing offered as activities or local interest. The rest we will provide as time goes on.
Your present contacts for this Earth Shattering event are Stephanie Malone, (take a bow Steph) and Ray Abundis (he already takes enough bows).
It is our intent to include not only the immediate Abundis family but our large extended family that has for years felt a part of us, what sad mis-guided souls. But we feel honored that they wish to be a part of us.
So what do you need to do. # 1 suggest a venue. Where would you like to meet. # 2 what would you enjoy seeing offered as activities or local interest. The rest we will provide as time goes on.
Your present contacts for this Earth Shattering event are Stephanie Malone, (take a bow Steph) and Ray Abundis (he already takes enough bows).
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