I finally am able to get on the Internet again. You know it does not seem possible that I use the Internet all the often, (hehehe) I sure do. I was missing logging on and navigating from one site to the next like some seasoned explorer.
My modem died, I found it floating on it belly one afternoon after work. I was going to flush it down the toilet, but had a second thought; maybe my Internet provider would replace it for free. Yeah and gophers fly!
They did replace it but I had to take out another contract with them and wait a lifetime for the new modem to come in. Well the lifetime of a Gastrotrich, three days, if you factor in the weekend, 5 days.
When the modem arrived, I carefully hooked it up and proceeded to have a problem loading the program to my computer. I call the technical line for help.
This is how the call went.
Good afternoon this is David, I am going to provide you with technical support. Is your phone number blablabla? Who am I speaking with?
Thank you Miss. Doookind.
Me: My name is Duncan.
David. One moment please.
Thank you Miss Doookind for holding I appreciate your patience. What is the problem today and how may I assist you? I see we sent you a new modem, did you receive it?
Me: Yes I did and I am having a hard time installing… (David interrupts me)
David: We are here to provide excellent service and we are happy to help you in any way possible. Did you receive your new modem?
Me: Yes, David can you hear me ok?
David: Thank you for calling Ms. Doookind what can I do for you?
Me: I am having problem installing my… (David interrupts me again)
David: What version of windows are you running?
Me: Windows? I am not on Windows.
David: Ms. Doookind could you please log onto Internet explorer?
Me: David I cannot log onto anything, I am stuck with this pop up window… He interrupts again…
David: Ms. Dookind what is on your screen right now?
Me: David I am trying to tell you what I problem is.

This is the way it went on for the whole phone call, which made loading the new modem software take three times as long. At one point I said to David, hey you are not listening to what I am telling you. At that point he asked me, “how are you today?” Then put me on hold and came back and asked, “how are you today?” I said with frustrated voice this is the second time you have asked me that question in less the 2 minutes.
David was reading off a script and was so hung up on this script that he did not listen to my response. I know that customer service is important, but technical support representative reading from a script just does not work for me.

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In March 1991, Florence Schreiber Powers, 44, a Ewing, N.J., administrative law judge on trial for shoplifting two watches, she called her psychiatrist to testify that she (Powers) was under stress at the time of the incidents. The doctor said Powers did not know what she was doing “from one minute to the next,” for the following reasons:
recent auto accident
traffic ticket
new-car purchase
overwork
husband’s kidney stones
husband’s asthma (and noisy breathing machine in their bedroom)
menopausal hot flashes
“ungodly” vaginal itch,
bad rash,
fear of breast and anal cancer,
fear of dental surgery
son’s asthma
mother’s and aunt’s illnesses
need to organize parents’ 50th wedding anniversary
need to cook Thanksgiving dinner for 20 relatives
purchase of 200 gifts for Christmas and Hanukkah
attempt to sell her house without a broker
lawsuit against wallpaper cleaners
need to return newly purchased furniture
and toilet constantly running.
(Nonetheless, she was convicted.)

The ungodly vaginal itch would definitely send me on a crime spree. ;0)
Oh the things we women have to endure!


For over 10 years I have been subscribing to the magazine called Country Living. It was my favorite magazine of all time. I kept every copy I have ever received in date order. I could tell you that three years in row two years back that they had the same cover for the Thanksgiving issue, just changing the background color slightly. I loved the real estate sampler they had in which they would advertise all these beautiful old homes across the nation. I would daydream of buying a big Victorian Mansion in some remote beautiful area and turning it into a bed and breakfast, then living peacefully and happily for the rest of my life. After looking at the real estate section, I would jump to the recipes. Some of my favorite cake recipes are from Country Living. One year I had a party for my mom and tried to copy the same decorations from an out door theme party they featured. Over the years I have ogled and aahhh the crafts and featured, check out how this person decorated their home.
Well, my love affair has ended with the magazine. I have noticed a change in the layout, articles, recipes, and infrequent real estate section. What the heck. The editor resigned a few issues ago. She had been with the magazine since the beginning. I believe the head honchos have changed. Thus leading to a different style, one I find boring.
Tell me why do good things always have to change?
Ooooooooohhhhhh man!

Happy Birthday mom! I hope today is happy, wonderful, and extravagant. May this year be the best, you deserve it.
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A reoccurring question in life, is where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

When I was a in my teens, I would say as an adult I want to be happily married with seven children.  I had no thoughts of a career.  I guest I wanted to be domestic engineer. (Back then that term was nonexistent.)

In my twenties, I wanted to be in a marriage that was secure and I felt loved.

In my thirties, I want to have a home of my own, be loved for who I am, and make enough money to support my family.

In my forties, I wanted to find job security, have happy, level headed, educated children. Have a kind, loving and employed partner.

Now I am on the threshold on a new decade.  Where do I see myself in the next ten years? I want to be happy, secure, loved and of sound mind.

It is amazing that through out my life the answers to the question where do you see your self in 10 years have a similar theme.  To be loved.

I think that really is the most important thing that any person really would want.
Love…

Had to post this

An Obituary printed in the London Times…….. Interesting, yet sadly true.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn’t always fair;
and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I’m A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

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Well, Northern CA has gotten a good soaking. It has been raining for a week now some days it did not stop.  The air is so fresh.  Today was a reprieve from the rain the sun came out and it was like spring, what a treat.  Pip has been locked up in the house for days.  She dare not venture out in the rain, maybe she thought she would melt.   She chose to do her business under the eves and make a mad dash back to the house like jumm-bees were chasing her.  Today however it was a different story, she took off into the sunshine running around in circles squares looping in and out of the bushes for a good 10 minutes.  It was like someone wound her up or she was competing with the energizer bunny. Several neighbors were out and just stared at this wild and crazy dog shaking their heads like someone should take this dog to the loony factory. We Californians are so lucky to enjoy Mother Nature’s beauty.  I heard in Wisconsin today it is 0 degrees.

I also have to add even though it is raining, we still have a drought situation.  So if you hear this wee chant rain rain rain, it is from all who fear the rationing of water…