Please tell me US growers are naming some of their new apple varieties after countries. Stamped on the jug of juice in my refrigerator is “concentrate from Argentina/China.” This can’t mean what I think it means.
New Apple Varieties?
October 9th, 2007
Blah, Blah, Blog, Blah, Blah
October 4th, 2007Ladies and gentleman, thank you for noticing I haven’t been around. Though I haven’t been writing, I have kept up with feeding my fish. You can see they still look just as purdy as ever.
As of today I have 6 1/2 more weeks until my son (AND MY LAST CHILD) is delivered by c-section. David Frank will join us on, if not before, November 19th. Boy am I looking forward to that blessed event. Not only will I get to meet my little boy, I will no longer be pregnant ever again. I love my daughter and I know I will be just as happy to be David’s mom. I am way too old for this pregnancy stuff though. I constantly feel like a frat boy must on a Sunday morning after a long night of partying. Ugh.
There have been so many things to write about I have missed out on. Such a shame. Almost as criminal as the people I could have poked fun at. I assure you my blog is not abandoned. In fact, I might try to motivate myself to fire a few bits off before the big day.
You Spin Me Round-Round Baby
August 11th, 2007Orbitz is a great deal unless you actually need customer service. Then the spin is on. My husband tried for 90 minutes to change a ticket with them today. After being transferred to practically every employee in the company and being disconnected 3 times he grew a second head. It’s true. It popped right out of his shoulder. The house started vibrating from his barely contained rage and the airconditioner struggled to overtake the heat from his frustration. I am worried he now plans to choose a flight destination of India so he can personally wring the neck of every helpful soul he encountered today. By the way, he still has not resolved his ticket issue. After the final disconnect, I begged him off his quest for the weekend so we hopefully could avoid a trip to the ER for apoplexy.
No More!
August 6th, 2007If catfood gets any fancier, my husband is really going to start complaining about my cooking. The commercials lately make the dinner I serve my husband look like catfood from 10 years ago! Hmmmm, I wonder if I popped a can….??? Nah, I’d hate to feed it to him and have an embarrassing recall force a confession.
WANTED – Peeping Toms
August 3rd, 2007Honestly, I don’t think I can take one more news story where a child has been left in a hot car all day by mistake. It is too much to bear. My mind can’t piece together how this even happens. I try not to judge because I imagine the parent who left the child is beyond insane with guilt over their child’s torturous death. Beating him or her up with “how could you” remarks solves nothing. It does strike me that these kids are often dying in parking lots. This means even if a parent has done the unthinkable and overlooked their child, there is still a chance at saving a child if we all really start getting vigilant about checking out other people’s cars. I have turned into a Peeping Tom, of sorts, and I invite others to join me. When I go through the course of my day, I am forever paying attention to the cars around me. I am on the look out for pets and children. It doesn’t take but a second to give a section of parking lot a quick once over. If we all did this, we would cover an amazing amount of ground on a daily basis.
Drinking and Shuttling
July 26th, 2007A big deal is being made over the suggestion some astronauts may have consumed alcohol before being launched into space. I personally can’t imagine strapping a rocket to my rear stone cold sober. As long as the computer was below the legal limit, who cares? Never mind the fact they are strapped in their seats for hours before the shuttle even lifts off. I have yet to notice a tipsy astronaut waving to the crowd as he/she takes those final steps on Mother Earth. I doubt any alcohol consumed was to the extent it had an impact in their performance hours later.
Post Traumatic Lawsuit Disorder
July 24th, 2007In a nutshell, a woman is suing Consolidated Edison over last week’s steam pipe explosion because it brought back horrible memories of 9/11. The supposed intent of her lawsuit is to force Consolidated Edison to take the upkeep and maintenance of its pipes more seriously to prevent this type of event from happening in the future. Though I don’t doubt the explosion of steam and debris was horrifying, I really don’t think a lawsuit is necessary on her part to correct the problem. The explosion was an expensive mess for ConEd and NYC. The cost, damage and panic it caused is catalyst enough for the company and city to increase its efforts. The last thing our country needs is for our citizens to start bankrupting our good companies with lawsuits stemming from the stress of the terrorists’ actions. Our enemies aren’t those who remind us of what happened on that day, but those who acted against us on that day. Let’s not be like our President and lose sight of where our anger belongs.
It’s not cancer…
July 23rd, 2007Tony Snow assured us the palups removed from our President’s GI Tract are not cancerous. Notice he failed to mention whether or not they are brain matter. Ah, to finally have a diagnosis for all of this madness.
Is it Possible?
July 17th, 2007Is it possible commercials aren’t intended to make sense? I often find myself unable to sort out the message delivered. Such a waste of money for the advertiser when the viewer is left scratching his head. Maybe not though. Honestly, I’m afraid I actually spend more time thinking about the commercials I don’t get versus the ones I figure out easily. The belief is there has got to be something I am missing in the pitch that, once discovered, would make it all clear and clever to me. Perhaps the joke is on me though. Perhaps the commercial was never intended to be clear or clever and that is the surprising hook. Is stupid the new brilliant in the advertising world. Might as well be, I suppose.
What’s in a name?
July 15th, 2007The name of a local school always gives me pause. UMUC. University of Maryland University College. You’d think with all of the great minds available to academia a better name would be chosen. Everytime I hear it I feel the need to scratch my head. How do they classify their programs? Program of Business Program Department? Department of Music Department Program. School of Education School Program?