The perfect match

I was watching late night TV last night and I saw a commercial for Match.com. I've seen this commercial before and it's always bothered me. They say "It's ok to look" basically saying you can see the people who have signed up. They have this guy standing there in a suit and a Robinhood hat (minus the feather.) Oh Baby sign me up! Are you kidding me? Aren't you supposed to try to market to the masses, not one or two women with a Robinhood fetish. Joe has some funny looking hats, but if he ever wore one like that I'd divorce him.

Dial a Human

You know when you call a company and you spend 5 minutes just pushing buttons to get to a real person. I don't know of anyone that doesn't hate that. I've actually gotten in arguments with the automated voice systems; although it's a one sided argument since the voice never argues back. (I may have anger issues.) Anyway, I found a website that lists a bunch of companies and how you can bypass their automated system and get directly to a person. I haven't tried it yet, but it may be worth checking out. http://www.dialahuman.com/

Quit being mean to me!

I'm wondering if I have the words "Abuse Me" written across my forehead. Twice in the last 2 weeks I have been verbally abused by motorists. The first time I was on my motorcycle. Some impatient lady pulled up behind me and immediately honked her horn. Thinking it was someone that knew me, I turned around. She mouthed the words "what are you waiting for?" Being the cool and calm person that I normally am, I responded; "waiting for the f--king cars you stupid b---h! She was in a position that she couldn't even see the oncoming traffic. So again, being the understanding and considerate person that I normally am, I waited until there were no cars in sight before I proceded to cross the intersection (that took about 60 seconds). I played chicken with her, switching lanes and such for a little while until I came to my senses and realized that on my motorcycle I was not going to be effective if I rammed her car. So, we both flipped each other off and went on our merry way. Today, I went to a car repair shop to pick up Amanda. I had never been to this particular shop before and parking was limited. I pulled around the building and parked. As I was walking up some large scary man in a pick up truck yelled at me to move my car. Not letting him intimidate me, I asked "why". He pointed out that I was not in the parking lot of the business I was going to. My bad! It was all one building, but apparently not a connected business. I proceeded to tell him that I was sorry, I have never been here before. He immediately began to berate me saying; "can't you read the sign??" 'This side of the building is even a different color." blah, blah blah. A nice; "please move your car, your in the wrong parking lot." Would have been sufficient enough for me to say "sorry" and move my car. In the spirit of the day, I called him a "f--king moron" and he called me a "bitch". I actually stepped up on the running board of the truck and looked over the top to yell my insult, just to make sure he heard me. Then I moved my car. Why? Why? Why? do people have to be so rude to people they don't even know? I consider myself a nice person, courteous and reasonable, but when someone goes off on me for no reason I loose it! I would never instantly approach someone and be an asshole. I have to get to know them first to see if they deserve it. Seriously people, learn some patience and manners.

Nursing 101

This is a panniculus, an image that I'm sure you will never forget. I had a friend working in the ER that had to put a catheter in a women with a large panniculus. She had to move the panniculus and when she did, a $10 bill fell out. The woman said that that is where she hides her cash so her boyfriend doesn't find it. She then stuck it underneath her breast. One reason why you should never put money in your mouth. You don't know where it's been.

Bad News....Good News

I haven't written anything for awhile because frankly, everything I think about lately is depressing. The economy, stupid customer service people, Mom is not feeling well, the dog is old, Amanda's car broke down, Bryan and Sarah's neighbors are idiots....I could go on but I won't. There is a saying though: "You are only as happy as your unhappiest child." That is so true and it doesn't matter how old they are you still hurt when they hurt. I have a tendency to want to fix everything for them, but I know I can't. I've been trying to think of something to discuss that was not a downer. Sarah gave me something good to shout about.....SHE GOT ACCEPTED INTO THE NURSING PROGRAM!!!!!!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! I'm so excited for her and PROUD. This will be a great step to a better financial future for her and Bryan. Congrats Sarah! I can't wait to help you study. What I really want though is to be a fly on the wall when you are about to perform your first catheterization on a uncircumcised 80 year old man, or when you have to give a bed bath to a 300 lb woman with a huge panniculus (look it up) that's heavier than Nicholas. That would be PRICELESS! Gosh I miss nursing, but now I can live vicariously through you.