I'm waiting for my phone to ring--the call telling me that I'm a contestant on "The Wheel". You know the show--the show where Vanna looks doomed to wear, at times, the most ridiculously outlandish evening dresses. Isn't Outlandish a planet? Nah, but it should be...
I think my luck in receiving a phone call is much like my luck in hatching an egg! Paul reminds me that I had a darn good contestant chance last summer when the traveling wheel was in Naples for a contestant search.
It was a broiling hot day. Jen and I approached the area of the search, Hodges University, sweeping our eyes over the multitude of hopefuls, and decided that standing in the hot humid sun, probably for hours, was not that enticing.
So, on most nights, I'm correctly guessing the answer, usually with only a smattering of letters, sometimes with only 2 or 3 letters showing. Tom and Paul usually can't believe how quickly I can guess. They both think my wallet would be bulging by now, if I were on the show...
Maybe I'll try out this summer--can I wear my swimsuit?
PC gremlins are haunting my HP. The whatzit kind that materializes seemingly, for no material reason!I’m thinking it could be one of several reasons:PSU failure, the fan, or dust bunnies runningaround inside the case.
The pc freezes while online, goes to ablack screen. No apparent viruses present. The monitorscreen will occasionally display gray and white diagonal lines. Coming to grips with this annoying problem is turning my hair grayer and whiter!
Last night on the news, I was very disturbed-- not that I’m not in that present frame of mine with my pc problems!
Some dingbat official decided that Naples’ Muscovy ducks should be eliminated. They are being 'humanely' euthanized.My mouth fell open at the ludicrous suggestion that these cute “citizens” which roam our lakes and parks, are nuisances and highly dangerous creatures! Let me say that there are far more two-footed“dangers” we should be concerned with, particularlythose who cell-talk and drive.
I’ve never been so aggravated. Now, I can understand why Cruzer, our neighborhood Muscovy, has been lying low for a few days. I sure hope she’s got the “spring fling thing”and hasn't been captured.
Love is in the air in the bug and bird world. Luv-bugs are enjoying marathon sessions, mid-air--amazing! Female birds are playing hardto get--their antics are quite amusing, and keepsmy mind off Cruzer’s absence.
Tom is in a chopping mood. Our poorpalm trees out front have been topped--glad he didn’t become a barber… The wasps are building condos in our hot garage. They’re zeroing in on the holes in the garage doors.
Tom is forever swatting them--he’s been stung once already.Yes, it’s another hot day in paradise, and my day is planned around a trip to the Byte Shop for advice, and a dip in the pool. I’m not going to think about pests, gremlins, or house cleaning. Just floating around the pool…
Dad's Rocketdyne pic--2nd on left side, arms folded-- rocket gang!
Thanks for the suit, Ma! 'Headlight' Nan Apple Valley desert When my brother visited with me recently from Arizona, he brought along a folder of family photographs, many of which I'd not seen before.
I couldn't believe how funny some of them were. In many, I had a 'caught in the headlights' expression on my face. Michael remarked that I still fell into the expression when talking about things. Ha-ha...
We reminisced about our childhood in Santa Monica: our house on the opposite side of the upper middle-class neighborhoods, and how that kept so-called friends from coming over for birthday parties; how I got swept up in a rip-current when I was about 5-6, and was saved by a lifeguard; the jelly-fish sting I got one day; inner-tube wave riding; buying candy cigarettes at the corner grocery;Mike's funny Messenger bike and my new one...ouch!
Those were the days of tracking sand back to the house from the beach, fishing from Santa Monica Pier, buying Creamsicles from the Good Humor truck, and catching gross spiders in a glass jar. We played cowboys and indians--I was always 'arrowed'! Mike cut my hair when I was 3 and whacked away my blonde hair.
There were times when we really got into it, typical name- calling. We are like night and day in some ways. He's a used-to-be brunette, and I'm a platinum blonde. He loves to read historical books, and I like 'cozies'.
I said goodbye to Michael yesterday as he stepped curbside at Regional South West Airport. A big hug, some"I love you's", and he was off.