Christmas and Ma's birthday went well, although I think the latter aged me prematurely.
In the interim the house caught a mouse, or worse several mice. Now I have on hand three dogs and a cat.
The cat can be excused as she's very aged and blind. Nanoq the great dane has breeding to excuse him, no one ever claimed these huge dogs had any hunting instinct. Come to think of it the only instincts I have seen him display concern food and the softest place on the couch.
The other two damndogs are SUPPOSED to be a form of terrier. Mickey has a nervous temperament, diabetes and limited understanding.
WINNIE has none of those problems to excuse her bland dismissal of the mouse. I've explained to her that the mouse is an intruder, I've taken her to the mouse sighting area. I've been found at the back door exhorting her to catch a mouse for mommy. After I thought about that little scene, I decided to get mouse traps.
I'm leaving for the mouse eradication store shortly.
The Road to Zimbabwe - memories of travel & romamce by John & Nancy Blignaut
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Another Christmas
I captured the wild Christmas tree early this year by the simple expedient of buying in at Kroger's. Wonderful one stop shopping. The poor tree has reposed on the brick patio until tonight when the four of us have sworn to put it up and decorate it with 30 year old child art and various other decorations.
This year it's shopping that's got me excited...in a bad way. As I fear crowds, loathe trying to locate items in a barn like building and hate driving among my fellow crazed citizens, I took to buying on line immediately after I learned how to open the computer. (My daughter still marvels).
I don't have to see on line sellers. I've pretty much eliminated the more egregious thieves (oddly, they're all owned by insurance companies) and life went along quite well until I found the "reviews" section.
Now all is lost.
First I discounted any poorly spelled review-general principles you know. Then I started to read the 750 reviews left (Clearly our education system has exceeded my expectations)
Review 1
I wouldn't give this to my worst enemy. I returned it immediately. The design was pathetic, the materiels used cheap and the damn thing was NOT a Cresta par Festa of the Burgundonian Line but a tacky copy.
Review 2
Wonderful gidget. Can't imagine a better device. Every one will love it!
Review 3
I thought it looked good until I tried to use it and the handle fell off. I'd avoid the machine.
Review 4.
Great little thing. After the handle fell off I just got out my oxy aceletene torch and put it right back on.
It's worked like a dream ever since. Granted the join rusted a bit but the kids like lightly brown spaghetti and rust never hurt a thing.
Review 5
I waited for years for a Cresta par Festa of the Burgundonion Line and finally found it. I must say the machine lives up to it's lofty reputation.Using it I've fed widows and orphans all over the world...it never runs out of pasta.This little gadget has been working for four months, 24 hours a day and it looks like it just came out of the box.
Review 6
Just don't wash it. Really. Really never wash it. Get a boar bristle brush and when it's dry for a day of two, gently brush it out. Remember. Don't wash it.
How am I supposed to make an informed decision? I've gone back to the tried and true. If it's not plastic and no one mentions toxins and it's fairly cheap, I buy it.
This year it's shopping that's got me excited...in a bad way. As I fear crowds, loathe trying to locate items in a barn like building and hate driving among my fellow crazed citizens, I took to buying on line immediately after I learned how to open the computer. (My daughter still marvels).
I don't have to see on line sellers. I've pretty much eliminated the more egregious thieves (oddly, they're all owned by insurance companies) and life went along quite well until I found the "reviews" section.
Now all is lost.
First I discounted any poorly spelled review-general principles you know. Then I started to read the 750 reviews left (Clearly our education system has exceeded my expectations)
Review 1
I wouldn't give this to my worst enemy. I returned it immediately. The design was pathetic, the materiels used cheap and the damn thing was NOT a Cresta par Festa of the Burgundonian Line but a tacky copy.
Review 2
Wonderful gidget. Can't imagine a better device. Every one will love it!
Review 3
I thought it looked good until I tried to use it and the handle fell off. I'd avoid the machine.
Review 4.
Great little thing. After the handle fell off I just got out my oxy aceletene torch and put it right back on.
It's worked like a dream ever since. Granted the join rusted a bit but the kids like lightly brown spaghetti and rust never hurt a thing.
Review 5
I waited for years for a Cresta par Festa of the Burgundonion Line and finally found it. I must say the machine lives up to it's lofty reputation.Using it I've fed widows and orphans all over the world...it never runs out of pasta.This little gadget has been working for four months, 24 hours a day and it looks like it just came out of the box.
Review 6
Just don't wash it. Really. Really never wash it. Get a boar bristle brush and when it's dry for a day of two, gently brush it out. Remember. Don't wash it.
How am I supposed to make an informed decision? I've gone back to the tried and true. If it's not plastic and no one mentions toxins and it's fairly cheap, I buy it.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
My Sacrifice
After little thought and a lot of consideration for my own good, I've decided to offer myself to the world of business.
I will accept the job as CEO of any company of note. (ie. big bucks)
I am uniquely qualified. I know the drill and I can't add.
First of course I'll have my picture, suitably photo shopped, in the financial papers and blogs. Then I'll fire the obligatory 1,500 workers. I'll sell my stock the next day to catch the profit that will roll off the stockmarket.
I'll give a few interviews where in I'll praise the spirit of the American worker, and lament voluably about the uncertainty of the economic climate (We just don't know whats going to happen).
I'll go on vacation.
Then I'll have my people start a 'good natured' twitter campaign about where our national headquarters should be located.Two 18 year olds should manage to generate enough air blither to attract the reporter types.
I'll sit back and see which city offers me the most money and tax exemptions to house the company. This part is fun and I will no doubt manage to get one city to offer all the above and throw in a world class facility from which we can work.
I'll choose the architect and builders- based on the time proven method of who pays me the most.
Then I'll dine out and be cultured. I'll use the butter lavishly, praising all I see and meet.
At the turn of the year I'll resign to spend more time with my family.
Naturally, leaving while I'm at the top of the game will benefit me greatly as the directors will buy out my contract and give me health care, country club membership and residential help forever.
When the 22 maintenance workers move into the headquarters a few years down the road (I will have had to promise the feds some low and middle income jobs) I plan to be in Switzerland. I love Lake Geneva.
I will accept the job as CEO of any company of note. (ie. big bucks)
I am uniquely qualified. I know the drill and I can't add.
First of course I'll have my picture, suitably photo shopped, in the financial papers and blogs. Then I'll fire the obligatory 1,500 workers. I'll sell my stock the next day to catch the profit that will roll off the stockmarket.
I'll give a few interviews where in I'll praise the spirit of the American worker, and lament voluably about the uncertainty of the economic climate (We just don't know whats going to happen).
I'll go on vacation.
Then I'll have my people start a 'good natured' twitter campaign about where our national headquarters should be located.Two 18 year olds should manage to generate enough air blither to attract the reporter types.
I'll sit back and see which city offers me the most money and tax exemptions to house the company. This part is fun and I will no doubt manage to get one city to offer all the above and throw in a world class facility from which we can work.
I'll choose the architect and builders- based on the time proven method of who pays me the most.
Then I'll dine out and be cultured. I'll use the butter lavishly, praising all I see and meet.
At the turn of the year I'll resign to spend more time with my family.
Naturally, leaving while I'm at the top of the game will benefit me greatly as the directors will buy out my contract and give me health care, country club membership and residential help forever.
When the 22 maintenance workers move into the headquarters a few years down the road (I will have had to promise the feds some low and middle income jobs) I plan to be in Switzerland. I love Lake Geneva.
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