Monday, August 27, 2007
from someone who got it from someone--and I bit...
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes, two people with my name (well, it wasn't mine yet, that my parents (one each) both knew and liked.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Over Auntie L of the slippery pants.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? yes, unless I am in a hurry, which is always.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? YETCH! Awful stuff! IF forced, ham.
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yes. Great ones.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Of course!
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? All the time.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? No.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No--I am not crazy.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? granola with yogurt--Vanilla and absoluetly no raisins! Raisins are gross.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? absolutely, or couldn't get them off!
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? For an old lady!
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Hagendaz--vanilla swiss almond
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Teeth
15. RED OR PINK? Pink
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? I don't get to all the weeds in my garden.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? A whole bunch of people, but recently ALOTSP, despite the "new freedom".
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I'm not sending it to anyone as don't do the chain mail thing
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Red and beige.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? French dip.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Silence--it is nice.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Purple
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Vanilla
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? One of my children.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? No one sent it--I nabbed it from another blogger!
26. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? By default-racing--it is good to nap to--the droning sound....
27. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Ravishingly Blonde (in my mind)
28. EYE COLOR? Brown with a little bloodshot this time of night.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes, occassionally. What a stupid question.
30. FAVORITE Foods? Mexican.
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy, Happy, Happy.
32. LAST BIG MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Casino Royale--Bond!
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Red, but who would care.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Depends on with who.
36. FAVORITE DESSERTS? Ice cream.
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Noone
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Still noone
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? A book about the history of socks--yeah, I am boring!
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse!
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T. V. LAST NIGHT? Nothing, cable was out!
42. FAVORITE SOUND? Quiet
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles--yeah, yeah, yeah....
44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Monte Carlo.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Yes, many.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital
47. What frustrates you most? People
48. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Don't expect answers from anyone. Who answers a blog?
So what is the point--other than the mental exercise? Maybe the fun is in the comparison.
Random musings of a middle aged knitter.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
If I had it to do over again...
I would become a "demolitions expert". Not as in demolition derby, but the kind that tear down buildings. They are demolishing a building next to my office, and I have been fasinated the entire time.
I am expecially fond of watching the excavator manuver between the buildings, sorting the twisted chunks, loading the truck--makes it look easy. Know that it is not.
Now, we did not get the excitement of the implosion like the Hudson's building in downtown Detroit. I did get to watch chubby, dirty construction guys go at this building with sledge hammers. The best part were when little puffs of dust would be emitted from the wall, followed by small chunks, and finally a hand would shoot out!
Most of the excitement is done now. The rubble is toted away, and a clean space awaits the new building (?) or parking structure. Can only guess at how "toxic" all the stuff was...I loved watching their progress. It was amazing how they managed to be so exact with such large equipment! The demolition dance!! Loved it!
I am expecially fond of watching the excavator manuver between the buildings, sorting the twisted chunks, loading the truck--makes it look easy. Know that it is not.
Now, we did not get the excitement of the implosion like the Hudson's building in downtown Detroit. I did get to watch chubby, dirty construction guys go at this building with sledge hammers. The best part were when little puffs of dust would be emitted from the wall, followed by small chunks, and finally a hand would shoot out!
Most of the excitement is done now. The rubble is toted away, and a clean space awaits the new building (?) or parking structure. Can only guess at how "toxic" all the stuff was...I loved watching their progress. It was amazing how they managed to be so exact with such large equipment! The demolition dance!! Loved it!
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Expired!
My cell phone rang at work today--something that rarely happens anymore now that I am not a caregiver any longer. The compassionate voice on the other end identified herself as the hospice worker who had done the initial intake on Auntie L of the Slippery Pants. She said she was calling because she noticed that Auntie L had EXPIRED! (She seemed surprised by this--something I though odd for a hospice worker!?!)
Now, my ALOTSP was a lot of things, but she was NOT expired. She had hardly gone past her "best if used by" date!
I was speechless--Auntie L had died! She was elderly, things didn't work like they used to, she was in endstage COPD and hospiced, she was ready---we did not need euphemisms! Auntie L is dead, and it is o.k. with both she and I--we discussed it at length prior to the event.
As I was busy "processing" the expired concept, the hospice lady prattled on about how amazing she thought Auntie L was--I already knew that far better than she! Perhaps I have backed up to Keebler-Ross anger stage--but I don't think so. Maybe I am just too sensitive--perhaps she was trying to be comforting. It wasn't working.
I was brought back to the conversation with a slightly louder "are you o.k.?" I must have missed a response, although I think I was uttering appropriately placed "aa-uha"s. Was I o.k.? Of course I am o.k., I just wasn't ready to get a condolence call about my expired ALOTSP.
In the hospice lady's defense, I think she was trying to help--I thanked her for her assistance and perhaps a little to quickly, ended our conversation.
ALOTSP was not like a gallon of milk or yogurt after all. She was not sour or curdled, even in the final moments. She was a sweetie!! I want to remember her that way.
I think people should stick to "I am sorry for your loss".
Now, my ALOTSP was a lot of things, but she was NOT expired. She had hardly gone past her "best if used by" date!
I was speechless--Auntie L had died! She was elderly, things didn't work like they used to, she was in endstage COPD and hospiced, she was ready---we did not need euphemisms! Auntie L is dead, and it is o.k. with both she and I--we discussed it at length prior to the event.
As I was busy "processing" the expired concept, the hospice lady prattled on about how amazing she thought Auntie L was--I already knew that far better than she! Perhaps I have backed up to Keebler-Ross anger stage--but I don't think so. Maybe I am just too sensitive--perhaps she was trying to be comforting. It wasn't working.
I was brought back to the conversation with a slightly louder "are you o.k.?" I must have missed a response, although I think I was uttering appropriately placed "aa-uha"s. Was I o.k.? Of course I am o.k., I just wasn't ready to get a condolence call about my expired ALOTSP.
In the hospice lady's defense, I think she was trying to help--I thanked her for her assistance and perhaps a little to quickly, ended our conversation.
ALOTSP was not like a gallon of milk or yogurt after all. She was not sour or curdled, even in the final moments. She was a sweetie!! I want to remember her that way.
I think people should stick to "I am sorry for your loss".
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