February 28, 2003 | Filed Under Tim | No Comments
It’s me, Tim. Hey, wait a minute! This isn’t my blog?! Oh well what can you do!
Ok, maybe I knew this wasn’t my blog. So why would I hack into Pero’s blogger account? I’m bored and he’s not here to defend himself. Whoo HOO!!
How YOU doin?
Pero hasn’t blogged for almost a week and I figured why not fill in while he’s out. I’m sure he has a good excuse or some long drawn out story about what’s been going on in his life. Busy with work? Dating a new woman? On vacation? Maybe he went to see that 2 headed chicken I told him so much about. Damn! He better take pictures!
I can say that I can not confirm or deny his whereabouts although I have talked to him and he is alive and well.
Anyway, I have nothing interesting to say nor any fun or crazy websites (that would be appropriate) for your viewing pleasure. So for now this is all you get. Maybe I will blog again soon.
I feel like a guest host like Bruce Willis or John McEnroe on David Letterman this week. I hope I can live up to Pero’s performance.
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February 20, 2003 | Filed Under Life, Random Thoughts | No Comments
There is a severe shortage of blood in our country. I do my part by donating blood on a regular basis. I visited the blood donation center today.
They reviewed the standard questions, viewed my arms [looking for needle tracks], and lanced my finger to test my hemoglobin. Then they took me to the back and set me up in the donation chair, facing a television tuned to Country Music Television. 
Sure – why not force country music on us while we cannot move due to a 16-gauge needle sticking in our veins. It is the only time I ever listen to country.
After the unit of blood was finished, they needed to fill 2-3 test tubes for labwork to ensure the safety of the blood. My veins refused to produce anything for the tubes. The Phlebotomist called an associate over to assist her. The assisting Phlebotomist started to MOVE the [16-gauge] needle back and forth, while pressing on the vein below the point the needle had been inserted.
“Yo!” I yelped.
“Oh I am sorry, this may cause some discomfort,” she said.
“How about you stick my other arm because this is not exactly cake,” I said. She agreed that it would be a better idea. She disconnected all of the blood-donating equipment and returned with a much smaller needle, prepped the area and drew the needed blood from the other arm.
Where do these people get trained? Do they not realize how much fun is lacking in having a needle wiggled around in your arm?
Despite my recent experience, please donate blood to help cover the current shortage.
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February 19, 2003 | Filed Under Random Thoughts | No Comments
My fifteen seconds of fame have ended. I knew it was too good to be true. In all honesty, Tim found the site that the picture from yesterday’s post came from through Playboy Magazine.
It was meant to be funny – and for a while I think it was. Now the fun has been brought to an abrupt stop… However, anybody wanting to send me non-spoofed photos similar to the the one in question – they are completely welcome and you can send them to my gmail address.
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February 18, 2003 | Filed Under Random Thoughts | No Comments
A few days ago, I was checking my e-mail and had received one from Tim. The subject line simply read, “ha-ha!” There was no text in the e-mail body. Instead, upon clicking I received a photo of an apparent fan of mine. [Yahoo removed my photo!] I do not know who it is in the photo. I did try to get Tim to tell me. He said, “Does it REALLY matter?” I decided the who and where is less important than the WHAT.
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February 15, 2003 | Filed Under Childhood, Ranting | No Comments
I have noticed that they have changed drastically since I was a kid. Today, they are either badly dubbed anime, or soap-opera/sitcom for pre-teens. I grew up watching Scooby-Doo, Bugs Bunny & Friends, School House Rock. Johnny Quest, and [one that was not a cartoon] – Land of the Lost.
I used to get up at 6:30 every Saturday morning, before my parents were even aware of their own heartbeats, and help my self to a huge bowl of the cereal of the week – Coca Puffs and Cookie Crisp being among my favorites. I would carry this huge [salad server sized] bowl into the den and set it on a chair so the dog could not get it while I turned on the TV. [No remote-control at our house, my mother feared the 'radiation' they might emit.] That was my morning.
I’d sit on the floor with the bowl in my lap and watch the cartoons and sing along with School House Rock, unaware that was actually learning about conjuctions and interjections, and what an adjective was.
After the cartoons ended, Land of the Lost came on. [Marshall, Will, and Holly -- aboard their tiny raft --- aaaaaaaahhhh!] After it ended, I’d change out of my jammies and play in the back yard until dark. Saturday was the best day of the week.
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February 13, 2003 | Filed Under Food, Good Deeds | No Comments
After I donated blood today, the Phlebotomist told me ‘eat a hearty dinner’. That gave me the perfect excuse to drop in on my favorite little place and get a chicken-fried [breaded you know] steak with mashed potatoes, gravy and mixed vegetables.
While I was waiting for my dinner, an elderly lady [that I will refer to as Mrs. R.] came in. Mrs. R. is 80something years old and has Alzheimers. I met Mrs. R. about a year and a half ago, but had never spent a lot of time with her. Normally, she is accompanied by a healthcare worker or one of her many children or grandchildren. She sat down, and when the Server came to her table and greeted her, Mrs. R. replied by saying, “I am hungry. More better later.” She then wrote something down to which the server replied, “Water. I’ll be right back, Okay?”
When my To-Go order was ready I picked it up and left the restaurant. I got home, sat down and started to eat while I read the news. My thoughts returned to Mrs. R. I wondered how she got there. I wondered how she would get home. Suddenly I could not concentrate on the news or finish eating. I knew that I would not be able to sleep if I did not know that she made it back home safely.
I called the restaurant and asked them if she was still there. I told them who I was, where I worked and how I knew Mrs. R. I further explained that I had no idea how she got there, but I knew that she had had a family member or healthcare worker with her EVERY time I had seen her. I asked the manager to see if the lady wanted a ride home; because it is getting dark and cold outside and I was worried about her. They agreed and we hung up.
I was eating and talking to Kate when my phone rang. It was the restaurant where I picked up my dinner. They asked me to come get Mrs. R. I told them I’d be there shortly, and asked them to not force her to stay if she got upset about it.
When I got there I approached the table where the manager was sitting with Mrs. R. At first, Mrs. R. did not seem to remember me. Once I mentioned how I knew who she was, she said, “Oh yes. That’s better I know now. It’s a LONG time!”
She didn’t want to get in the truck, So I said, “Well I can walk with you to your house, can you show me where?” She took my hand and she walked me down the street that runs next to the restaurant and four houses down she stops and says “Here. One Two Three Four. THERE. This is mine.” She drags me inside and shows me her cat and her kitchen and her living room furniture. She asked me to come see again “when the kitchen is painted better.”
I left Mrs. R.’s and walked back to the restaurant to let them know she made it home safely and tell manager where Mrs. R. lives. She gave me a free cup of coffee and thanked me.
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February 12, 2003 | Filed Under Cheese, Food, Life | No Comments
to the Grilled-Cheese Sandwich is to use two slices of cheese. These words of wisdom were passed down to me by my step-father, who also taught me how to flip the sandwich with a quick flick of the wrist. The bread and cheese was sent end over end, landing back in the pan so that the other side can achieve the same crispy-golden hue.
How can you go wrong with Grilled Cheese? Bread, Cheese [2 slices], Margerine. Assembled and gently heated on a low/medium setting. By itself, or with soup – this is some of the best stuff on earth.
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February 9, 2003 | Filed Under Life, People - General | No Comments
I tend to watch people while I shop. I tend to witness not only some amusing things – but also some things that are pretty sad:
Scenario 1: Setting: Between the deli and the dairy case somewhere.
Cast: Husband and Wife Shopping Together
Wife: Go over there and get some pimento cheese.
Husband: [Walks away to fetch the item and returns, placing the item in the cart.]
Wife:What are you, STUPID? That is the wrong kind. God I swear, you must be blind. LOOK at this coupon and go get the RIGHT one. OR do I have to do everything myself?
Now, I observed this entire exchange. She never mentioned brand name, tub size or a coupon.
Husband: [Silent but apparently annoyed, probably wanting to be at home watching ESPN anyway, picks up the tub-o-cheese and takes the coupon that Wife is now shaking at him impatiently. He walks back to the dairy case and holds the coupon out next to the products on the shelf. He looks undecidedly at two sizes, and picks the larger of the two. He walks back over and puts the item in the cart, and hands the coupon back to his wife.]
Wife:[Syrupy sweetly] Thank you Honey! I love you!
Husband: [Exchanges a glance with me, that seems to plead - "HELP ME"]
I feel for the guy. Afterall, it was her fault; she never specified anything. “Go get Pimento Cheese,” she said. This proves that some people just cannot be pleased no matter how hard a person may try.
Scenario 2: Setting: Dairy Case.
Cast: The Mom, The 4 year old Boy and the Teenaged daughter.
Teenager: [Picks up a 6 pack of yogurt] Can I get this? Please?
Mom: No, not today put it back.
Teenager: MooOOOOOMMMMM… BUT, I want them!
Mom: [Still calm]. I said NO. Put it back.
Teenager: But this is America where we are FREE, where you can have whatever you want!
I laughed, thinking … ‘and where do you work again, kiddo? I forget’. Would be a good response for mom to use. I wished I could send this to her telepathically.
Mom turns around to get something and the teen slips the yogurt six pack under a cereal box.
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February 7, 2003 | Filed Under Food, My Site | No Comments
I never forget to throw out the eggs when they reach their expiration date. I never fail to finish the milk days before it expires. I always remember when it’s time to renew my driver’s license. So what exactly happened with the website?
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