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Friday, December 19, 2014


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Bugs and Slugs

Bugs and slugs


No, I’m not talking about the actual “physical” pests.  I’m talking about things that bug me.


Here are some that are on the top of my list:


1-If someone is going to be an idiot and shoot off illegal fireworks in the neighborhood, why wait until everyone is asleep?  Yes, someone in the neighborhood decided to set what was probably their leftover stash that couldn’t be used on July 4th (we had the monsoon to beat all monsoons) at midnight Saturday.


Thankfully, our new found group of vigilantes called the police, who actually came within minutes and put the kibosh on the rest of their notions.  Still, with Steve visiting his sister, the fur kids and I did not sleep well for the rest of that night.  Poor Lucky was giving a pretty good image of the “Chihuahua shake”.  Pepper just held onto my head.


2-Tell me, why does the Post Office equate living in the outskirts of suburbia (a.k.a. The Country) mean that we don’t see the carrier delivering mail until after 7:30 at night?


3-I know that doctors have their hands full this time of the year trying to see every patient who is trying to get their appointments done before New Year’s Eve-but why does this mean that I should be on hold for 15 minutes waiting for the “scheduler” to pick up her extension?  This also holds true for the famous Home Depot who couldn’t find the employee who left me a message and his extension and then no one could find him in 3 phone calls totaling over 30 minutes of wait time.


4-(Here’s the slug) I’ve mentioned my PC is now over 7 years old.  Steve has deleted cookies, de-fragmented and “cleaned” up other things that are way above my “pay grade” to understand.  Then he says, “If you’d stop going on so many sites, it wouldn’t run so slow.”  Well guess what?  If I don’t go on to those sites-I don’t get the research done for the articles I’m writing.


5-Another medical “bug”-when getting an MRI, you’d think that they could at least put on a bit of padding for you to lay on, no?  I had to get 2 done all on Tuesday morning.  I was told I’d be in “the tube” for an hour.  Okay.  Do they have any idea what it’s like for a person with degenerative/bulging/arthritic discs to lay on a hard plastic table for that amount of time?   The only memory foam I received was the pieces around my ears to keep my head from moving and insulate my ears from the noise.  Oh-while I’m venting, I’m claustrophobic and I know there are such thing as “open” MRI machines, so why is it I never seem to have that option in any of the health facilities that are connected to my insurance carrier?


And that is all.


Here’s wishing those of us who celebrate Hanukkah a very happy holiday.  May it be filled with health and happiness.  Enjoy your latkes, jelly donuts and brisket!


And for those who celebrate Christmas and Kwanzaa-May you also have the best of the season.


I’ve decided to take a break until after New Year’s so I hope you all have nothing but safe fun and merry-making!


Happy Holidays!

Monday, December 15, 2014



Sunday, December 14, 2014


Missing Daddy

Saturday, December 13, 2014


Say "Cheesecake" Please

Due to writing and grandma busyness, I'm re-issuing one of my better food blogs this week:

Friday, December 12, 2014


Just Call Me Grumpy

Just Call Me Grumpy


The week was pretty good, really.   Sunday night we went with Adam and Sam to the company holiday party.  Adam won the BIG gift of the evening-50” Visio TV.  Steve won a new drill-he now wants to know where I’ll allow him to practice drilling holes into what walls.


Just so you know, not happening.  One of his co-workers did suggest sarcastically that we re-think replacing the safe that was pulled out of the wall, that way he could drill holes and bolt another one into the same spot.


That is not happening either-it didn’t do us a bit of good the first time.


By the end of the evening I realized 2 things:  One is that even with my PT working miracles on my sciatic nerve on Friday morning, if I wear my 1-1/2” chunky 10 year old pumps and stand up on them for over an hour, that few moments of less pain goes away.


By the time we left, I found myself waiting for our car in bare feet and wishing it was already 8 a.m. and that I was back at PT.

The other thing is that a 50” TV does NOT fit in the back of my sedan.  Poor Adam and Sam had to hold the box in front of them for the 45 minute trip home.


If you looked at the photos, you’ll know that Steve played Santa (very well, despite the groans at his puns) and that we looked pretty good for a couple closer to 60 than ever before!


Monday and Tuesday were filled with PT, taking the boys to art class, getting a haircut, having lunch with Sarah, getting our security screens checked out (one was a bit “cock-eyed”) and Steve leaving to visit the Nadel side of the family that resides in Santa Rosa.


However, the “grumpy” event has to do with a visit to our lab for my normal 6 week blood work. 

Every time I go there seems to be a shortage of techs, a full room and the worst part:  The 2 techs that are there seem to think that for every patient they see that they deserve a 10 minute break to crab about how much work they have to do!


Even those who made appointments were joining those of us “walk-ins” at making faces over how long we were sitting there!  The woman next to me said she made an appointment two weeks prior, got there 20 minutes early and had been sitting there 20 minutes after the appointment time!


Another gentleman looked at me and said, “I’m telling them I’m going to get some coffee at Starbucks and will be back.”

I came prepared with my latest JoAnne Fluke mystery.  My smartphone couldn’t get a signal in there, so I was glad that I grabbed it as I turned on the alarm system and left the house.

After an hour and 10 minutes a tech called me back, drew my blood and then handed me a paper asking me to “rate” my experience. 

They do this every time.  Every time I come home, log on and rate them.  No one ever calls to apologize, nothing changes and I always wish I could go somewhere (anywhere) else to get this done.

It’s like I say to Steve when he’s made me watch a really bad movie and then wants to know if I like it:  No, no I didn’t-there’s time off my life that I will never get back.

Monday, December 08, 2014


Enzie Shahmiri

this month's Senior Reporter profile is on artist and entrepreneur Enzie Shahmiri:

Pages 3 and 4:

Sunday, December 07, 2014


Party Time  

First Jewish Santa  

Moving on From Turkey Day

The leftovers are now gone-what's the next holiday table going to be laden with?

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