Grocery store rant

Camping was a trip... Nerdman had an upscale tent so huge it took us a while to find a footprint to land it on. It was my dog's first trip and she threw up a couple of times, carsick I guess.
I had to go grocery shopping when I got back. Now I know this is very wrongfor me to say, beings I'm childfree, but why is it when a woman has a child (trophy) she thinks the rest of the world owes her something. FMothers seem to be oblivious to anyone around them. I needed to dash in the canned food isle and a little while later FMother comes down same isle, puke-sake ankle biter has it's own cart. One of those little shopper carts (whoever came up with this minature cart idea for poop sucking loin spawn ought to be regulated to having to shop with the nasty disease carriers the rest of their life) And of course the little dunderhead has spread out the cart across the isle so noone can pass and the moron FMother has the social skills of skunk scent and is allowing poop sucking loin spawn to block every shopper that needs to use the isle. So to get a little shopper rage on them when they came down the isle my way, I pulled out in front of them using the whole isle and slugged along like the mental patient. Ha!

Not for the faint of heart

I have an unfinished shed in my backyard. Every once in a while I have to wander around behind it and make sure there are no poodle traps, or dangers for the canines. I found some standing water and proceeded to drain it away, we have problems with mosquites around here and can be fined for standing water, so I start digging and working. While looking at the ground I notice a dead mouse, and the nosy dogs get a little more interested in the mouse now too. I can only find a couple of sticks to kinda chopstick the mouse up to take to the garbage can. When I pick up the mouse precariously there is a pile of discusting maggots under it. Then the dogs whose noses where already close stick their face right in the maggot mound! AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGH
Then they pull up with maggots on their noses and lick them off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Freaking out!

camping & prescriptions

It's raining again. I am trying to put together a camping weekend with nerdman. I haven't gone camping in at least 8 years. Much of the things I had for it are tucked in random places in the garage full of icky mouse droppings. Gross. The dogs seem to know somethings up and are circling like sharks, tails wagging and shooting longing looks at their leashes and doors. It's a bit of a challenge to figure out what to take with nerdman, he's more fuss budget than I am. Like when I get out the shower, I'm first off quick in, quick out, growing up in a family of six with one bathroom, you learn to move on. Then I barely brush the water off leaving a damp result and put dry clothing to soak up the rest. Nerdman makes sure every square inch of himself if bone licking dry. We pack out suitcases differently, mine- a bomb site, his- orderly and neat. When we're leaving to go, I'm the first out the door, he's arranging cords, geek equiptment, straightening shirt, by the time he's ready I'm sitting in the car. So packing for our first camping trip is to say the least a challenge. Also for the first time, now that I'm officially middleage (45) I have medications to take (daily). I went to pick them up yesterday and my insurance pulled out. For one 30 day supply they wanted $123. Ouch. I can't believe that number, what a racket. If you've ever read "Still Me" by Chris Reeve, he tells about a many many problems with the health care system, echo me. I always knew this, but hadn't come across it personally until now. It seems terrible that I'm declined a medication that will prevent my having a stroke or heart attack, which would incur a much higher health care cost, than trying to keep my medication supplied. I do pay them over $200 a month for my insurance, it's not like I'm trying to get something for nothing, My co-pay is 20%, so as I see it I'm pony up the whole amount. Paying over and getting zip. I have to call the prescription insurance company and talk to them, need to let the steam out first though so I don't sound like a deranged wombat.

code inspector

Came home from work today to a little note on my front door. It was from the building code enforcer for the small town I live in. I do know what this is about. It's about a man and a woman who after the throes of divorce has ravished her life savings, she doesn't have the money to finish a project he started in the back yard. A shed. It's up, framed, roofed, then wrapped with paper and chicken wire in preparation for stucco, and that's where the progress stopped. I've been a little slow on the uptake, no money. Not knowing how to finish the shed. The building permit expired years ago. The code inspector was cordial, gave me pertinent information in straight forward language. Helpful. I have good neighbors. I have five of them from the way my house is on the lot. Four of them are excellent, upstanding, easy to live by neighbors... notice I said four, not the people just north of my house. Oh I was blindly friendly to them, I came with an open heart and smiled at them when they moved in. Introduced myself like an idiot. And the first thing that rolls out of her mouth was a complaint about "those crappy people" she used to live next to. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, but soon came to know it was THEM who were the crappy people. They would walk on my walkways (no problem) then leave trash and mud on them. (problem)I saw them do this. Asked as kindly and politely as possible to pick up after themselves and was snorted at. They used my trash cans putting cheap stinky beer cans, cigarettes and poopy diapers in my recepticle without even asking. They tore up my picture frame fence, 120 feet of it and two years later put up a cheap shoddy fence. I could go on and on, but you might be getting an idea of what is going on there. I hope I am taking the high road and not diluting the wonderful upstanding fabulous person I am by sinking to their level, so I don't call the cops when I smell pot smoking in their garage parties, or they block my driveway with vehicles or they leave their trailer parked in front of their house for weeks on end. I can only think they must be miserable people whose lives will be nothing but problems, pain and loss because they're terrible human beings. It's not really up to me to balance the universe, so I console myself with the idea that what they're putting out there will be their fate. I hope they choke.

road trip

I took a little ride today with my boyfriend, who is a major nerd. He actually likes being called a nerd so don't berate me for saying so. Now we were going to a campground where I had camped as a child. Full of beautiful redwoods, running brook, fluttering butterflies aplenty and what is he doing?!! Staring at his PDA (personal digital assistant). All this gorgeous scenery and he's geek bombing on a PDA. Now I do have a PDA myself, but there's a time and a place to forage in cyberspace, and this is not it. I barked and proded him and he just shrugged it off. Why do we women feel the need to nit pic our men? I felt irrated at him all day. We're planning this little camping trip and that's why we went to the campground so he could see if it was anywhere near his style or taste. I don't know if he even looked at it, maybe he was just checking to see if his PDA could connect to the all precious web while he was out "roughing" it. He wanted me to go to his place, help set up and air out his tent, but I was just not interested. I have a tent, but he doesn't want to use mine. I haven't even ever used my tent, it's brand spanking new. Go figure. I was asking him about grub and he bounced all my suggestions. Hey aren't smores mandatory? And chili, true camp food! I rolled out hot dogs? (no!) corned beef hash (no!) toasted marshmellows? (no!) hamburgers? (no) Shrugging here. Then he just says "Oh, I'll eat whatever you cook." That must be tit for tat for my nit earlier. Checkmate master.

Bumbling Sunday

I went over to my folks' house today and chatted a bit with them. Dad had an incredable story about his pool pump that I wanted to know. He's a real wiz with home projects, but now and then a log jam will side wind him. I guess I think there's a home improvement gene, because I'm always trying to do some hair brained idea at my own home. I had to visit Lowe's and it's on the way to the folks', so hence the aforementioned visit. Things to repair today hopefully, hose leaking, window locks broke, masking tape stuck to french door and blah, blah, blah. I didn't know what size hose I had and ended up buying two sizes, the window locks didn't fit the old locks, the masking tape had welded to the glass and it wouldn't come off. See how they run. I end up getting in too deep and deciding to print out a picture of my ancestors and hanging it. It doesn't seem like I can do anything just straight. When I drove the nail in the wall, hung the picture, tried to turn on the dinign room light it wouldn't work. Huh? So I went to check the breaker and sure enough it had tripped. Well, since I've been an electrician 13 years I knew not to reset it without finding out the cause, so back to the picture, pulled the nail out the wall and went with ohm meter and checked the circuit. Dead short. I disassembled the light switch that was under the picture hole, looked up the wall and sure enough I had driven the stinking nail right through the wire! UGH! Why does everything take so much longer than anticipated?

What do you need fur for the beach, Sandy? 

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work part 1

I know this is going to sound so bad. There are so many terrible personalities where I work. Seriously, I don't know how we manage to make a profit and continue production. I am in maintenance, I am also a woman, who has a technical job, notwithstanding all that goes with being a female toting tools (I'll talk about this issue some other time), but my current boss, I'll call him the crane is such a windbag braggert, the whole crew despises him, me included. Worse yet he is a city councilman in the tiny little town I reside and contines to not only crap up my work life, but my home life as well. The crane hates his boss who is a yellow belly spineless bobblehead, who everyone calls Don Knott because he is useless. So yesterday a machine went down and I was called to fix. I found a faulty part and called all over hell and hades to get a replacement in. I put the request in the system before I left for home. Meanwhile the crane gets an angry beligerent phone message from Don Knott about how come that machine isn't running and more disparging words about technicians. Well, Don Knott has to approve purchases and the request was already on his desk when he made the phone call so the crane got a little fun out of pointing that out.