Gotta ? for all you good people

Answer me this...How come the price of gasoline went up 20cents+ in one day because of a weather forecast? I understand they had to shut down some refineries due to an impending hurricane. They also cut the production of crude oil by half a million barrels a day. So even if the hurricane was not to come our trusty oil companies ensured a nice tidy profit. We, at least most of us, have cut down our consumption of gasoline, so what do they do? They cut oil production.. I truly believe this is not a winning battle for the American people. Do we have control of our own destiny? Not if the oil companies have any say apparently. Oil and pharmaceutical companies have such a monopoly that our futures seem to depend on them. That is rather a sad state affairs...

Before computers? Oh my....

I am back online- on my own computer..Whew...which made me think about a comment MB left on my blog...What did we do before computers? I never realized how dependent I am on electronics until this week. My cell phone is programmed with numbers..Do I actually know the phone number? No, I just know if I want to call Barb, I scroll to her name and hit talk..What would I do if I needed to call Barb from a payphone? I don't know my friends' phone numbers anymore. Not a great feeling. Dependence. I no longer use a traditional Yellow Page phone book..I go online when I need information, any information. This must be such an exciting time for people who work in the science's and computer fields. We now have the ability to create a man-made black hole. So much mathematics and formulas, things I can barely comprehend. The quest for knowledge. The thirst to learn. Fresh bright minds our people have. Our abilities are becoming boundless. The irony is this...My son can tear apart a computer tower, tweak it, and make it something special..Guess what? His handwriting is atrocious. Illegible..However, the powers that be informed me that handwriting no longer matters, as noone handwrites papers anymore. So before the computers MB, my son would have to practice penmanship in order for his schoolwork to be legible. It simply no longer matters..So while I am the first one to admit I am a techno junkie, I do get wistful for certain rituals and rites that have been erased. Time to lay down and dream about 10 cent lollipops, blackholes and modems...Peace and God Bless

The nightmare continues

Well my modem has been blocked since Wednesday. The trusty cable company was supposed to be here yesterday between 7-10am...Grrrr, they were a no show...dispatch said noone was home.. WTF? That's all I had to do yesterday was wait on them. So they SWEAR they will be here today between 10am-1pm..On the positive side I made such a stink I got a $180 credit...Free cable this month. I told the rep it really isn't about the money, I want my damn computer up and running. This to me is unacceptable. Me being the optimistic gal that you know and love, woke up, got some java and I am in "a good place" mentally...so me and Auggie are sitting here waiting patiently to see that white van with the CABLE logo on the side. He is going to come, right? A corporation that takes plenty of my money would never lie to me, the trusty consumer? Signing off for now, please pray that my next post isn't titled.."Call me Old Blue" God Bless!

Fighting with my internet provider

The reason I haven't been blogging is due to the idiots at my cable company. We have the all inclusive package; phone, internet, and cable. Well apparently they got confused as my son has his own internet and so do I, all thru them. I wanted a new phone number. As soon as they hooked up my new number yesterday my internet went dead. They then informed me that they now have to send a tech to my house- Sunday. I am an internet junkie, how dare them? They apologized, fed me a bunch of bullshit about the FCC guidelines and blah blah and more blah. Plus, they were charging me for two separate lines, so after Sunday Jesse and I will be hooked up to one modem and lose the extra charge. I believe deep down that all they would have to do is reset my modem temporarily, til Sunday, but they said no, they have to follow a protocol with a new phone number. Mind you they did not tell me all this shit when they said it was no problem to get a new number. So til Sunday I am sharing a computer with my 18 year old son, who also lives online. Not pretty in my house right now...And such is life these days...

What are words for?

Do we ever really say what we mean? What we truly think? I doubt it. I was raised to hold my tongue. Didn't work too well. If I think it, chances are, it will spew forth from my lips. Not one of my most endearing qualities. Maybe it comes with age, the right to speak your mind. So many people,(just look at politicians) say what is expected, smile politely. I don't think I have the polite gene, except when I am on a time-clock...and that is only out of necessity. Do you think the average Joe would really be happy with the absolute truth? I don't. People like comfort, in their electronic gadgets, home, work, and even if the words are false, verbal reassurance is a great provider of comfort. A spoken Linus blanket. I have great compassion, cry at stupid movies, but bristle at bullshit. Life is too short, ya think?

Make a grown woman cry

First time I have felt like writing. Had a miserable flu...getting my sea legs back...My son blew me away...cooked me and Kenny dinner tonight..and his burgers were better than mine!!!! Jesse was a restaurant baby from day one..I waitressed with him til the day before my water broke, and was back on the floor 4 days later. Kenny always cooked wherever I waitressed, (we were a package deal) so Jesse learned alot from hanging out in the kitchens. Tonight he really stepped up, funny thing when your baby starts acting like a man. I was truly sick and it was so nice to have someone cook for me. Yes, I am a very emotional chick, with me it's always about the littlest things. That's how Kenny got me, and that's how Jesse continues the cycle. Feeling much better now... Time to catch up on all my favorite reading spots. Have a beautiful, blessed day.

My little rant

Do you believe people have the ability to change once they are over 40? Or are you of the opinion that a leopard never changes it's spots? I deal with a partner who has serious mental health issues. Everyday becomes a surprise as I never know what drama I am going to wake up dealing with. So many drug cocktails, each with the promise that this is going to be the ONE. The good days are not even fun anymore as I am still dealing with previous hurts from the day before. It is tiring always being the strong one. I like consistency in my life. Kenny does his best to stay to himself on his bad days. I give him credit. He knows when he isn't "right"..It is just wearing thin on my nerves. I am only human, ya know? Just makes me feel better to write it down.