While you are waiting

First.....thanks for checking in on me....you know who you are Em and Chellie and my friend with guilty secrets.... all is well and I will be stopping in with comments soon... You are good peeps So, until I actually get back to posting, I offer an inventory of my desk:

1. Mickey Mouse. He is trying to look inconspicuous in case 'the grandsons' are still around. One of which, has a habit of sucking on Mickey while watching videos. Mickey thinks Buzz or Woody should take a turn.

2. Madame x's favorite coffee cup (a gift) usually filled with Peet's Arabian Mocha-Java...... As we know, Starbucks is loathe to sell Peet's. My last year rez was to NEVER ever stand in line at Starbuck’s to pay $4.75 for a venti java chip Frappuccino.... ever again..... (and almost didn't).

3. Madame x's desktop computer...a faithful old friend suffering serious wear and tear. Twelve years of steady uninterrupted service and now almost out of ram and megahertz. It is too old to upgrade and has been partitioned twice. Madame x needs a new desktop....but some people cast askance at such nonsense. (see item 5)

4. A magnum of scissors...Madame x doesn't feel secure unless she is surrounded by a lot of scissors...There are more in the other room...for every pair of scissors, Mx has four writing and drawing implements. These are necessary staples in Mx’s life.....

IE:

bread,

milk,

Mrs. Dash's seasoning,

scissors, gel pen.....

5. The software program which tracks all Mx's *necessary staples. *Necessary is very subjective, as in 'peculiar to a particular individual'... IE: spouse of Mx, who is prone to qualify what is necessary (which is totally unnecessary).

6. Buzz and Woody and Jess and Prospector .....they are so cool! they drive a turquoise Cadillac car.

7. Last(ly).... THE LAPTOP.... such a bad boy.....crashed twice.... diagnosed with schlepping syndrome (as in schlepped all over creation) sometime without even a shut down....it would like to have a brand new desktop for a brother or sister to play with and teach bad habits.

Weekly World Journal … Hasta La Vista Baby

after 28 years of headlines such as this, (see below) the WWN is signing off...........

MUTE DRIVER HONKS OUT A ROAD RAGE IN MORSE CODE — WWN

beep beep beeeeeeep beep
beep beep beeeeeeep
beeeeeeep beep beeeeeeep

Oh man, where are we going to go to find out the important stuff? Inquiring minds need to know:)
Totally weird or fake news, with fabulous headlines created to make your grocery line wait tolerable if not educational..


As Larry Williams of the Hartford Courant said…"it’s a sad day for pretend journalism"

or is it?

Wheelbarrows,Wisdom,Wisecracking

Back in January I read this thoughtful piece on the poet Anne Sexton and it stirred up long forgotten college memories. I'll go out on a limb here and tell you I wasn't a stellar student, and I really wasn't much interested in my literature class. I really REALLY did not like the woman professor teaching my literature class. Maybe it was that I couldn't charm her in the way I could the art teacher or the botany teacher. Maybe because she called me an ‘elitist smart ass’ and I did not know if she meant that as a noun or an adjective. She should have failed me for the final paper I turned in on this poet and this poem, the red wheelbarrow. I did not fail the class and I know why.......because she did not want me back.in.her.class.again...................ever.

THE RED WHEELBARROW

so much

depends upon

a red wheelbarrow

glazed with

rainwater

beside the

white chickens.

by William Carlos Williams

It is actually more than a poem.... it is some sort of kick ass Japanese haiku....(type poem) but not nearly as good as this..........found on the Internet

parents spent a lot

for college education

alas, no husband

had to go to the beach for that.....

I'm just sayin'

WiTricity

What's the difference between a Witch and an Electron?

that was an actual question from my one and only philosophy class in college.....

There wasn't an answer

A least I hope there wasn't

*Witricity and video credited to Ray Podder's blog... some fascinating stuff there

Winged Fat Babies...

are messengers of God

According to Roman mythology, Cupid (aka Eros)was the son of Mercury, the messenger of god, and Venus (aka Aphrodite), the goddess of love.

Cupid was generally seen as a good spirit who brought happiness to all, but his matchmaking could cause mischief. Psyche, Goddess of Beauty was the wife of Cupid.

"Princess Psyche was the most amazingly beautiful mortal ever. She was almost as beautiful as Aphrodite with chickenpox on a bad hair day. People were known to forget their own names and swoon at her feet. Although not usually a malicious Goddess, Aphrodite wanted the princess out of the way.

Her temples were being neglected by Psyche fans and it just wasn't on. So she conspired with Cupid to make the princess fall in love with the ugliest man they could find. That would soon get her out of the public eye. Cupid fluttered off and got ready to launch an Arrow of Love at the innocent Psyche. But by chance, he pricked his finger on that very arrow and fell hopelessly in love with her himself.

This caused all kinds of problems for all concerned, and eventually Psyche found herself cut off from mortals and Gods alike as Aphrodite's wrath pursued her. She contemplated suicide by drowning, but even the waves refused to take her. The only way to salvation was by passing Aphrodite's cruel and unusual tests. Forget sorting poppy seeds from lentils before daybreak or grabbing a cup of water from a mountain monster — the ultimate challenge was this: Go down to the Underworld and steal Persephone's beauty cream.

Her heart quailed, but Princess Psyche made her radiant way down the gloomy steps. Seeing the approach of loveliness, Cerberus, the ill-tempered Hound of Hell, rolled over like a puppy. One sweetie from her maidenly hand and he was friends for life. And grim Charon, taking one look at her youthful beauty, blushed to his boots and gave her free passage.

So finally she arrived at the throne room of Hades himself. Now Hades is very proud of his domain, and doesn't tolerate the living turning up. It spoils the atmosphere of gloom and despair. So he would've killed Psyche there and then, but his wife Persephone saw this was no ordinary interloper and asked why she'd come. As the story unfolded, Persephone took pity on Psyche and gave her a big jar of her finest beauty cream. Hades sighed and allowed her to return, making a mental note to cancel Cerberus's doggie chocs for the next hundred years.

Psyche struggled back to the land of the living with the jar of beauty cream. What did Aphrodite want with beauty cream anyway? she wondered. It must be something really potent and special. Surely a little dab on her cheek wouldn't do any harm. So Psyche opened the jar, poked her finger inside, and instantly fainted away.

It was very powerful beauty cream indeed. In fact it could have transformed Medusa, ugliest of the Gorgons, into a chart-busting sex kitten with the three Graeae sisters on backing vocals. Psyche was about to wither away under the influence when Cupid turned up and whisked her off to Olympus. With Zeus's blessing, they were at last married. Aphrodite didn't mind too much as she now had a goodly supply of face cream to play with." *

*found this on the internet.... and if I ever remember where, I will credit it.

mythology is funny stuff and they teach this at college

Wig Out!

I have an account at a very friendly little local bank. It's a first name basis..... how's your mom........ 'sure let me get that for you'...kind of bank.

One of the tellers keeps a glass bowl which holds an orange betta fish (beta?). There is also some type of aquatic plant with orange glass rocks courtesy of Michael's, scattered at the bottom...

That orange betta fish, is one psychotic dude. lurking in the root structure of the plant, darting in and out if he thinks you are getting "in his space". I try not to make 'eye contact' with the little goofball.

UNTIL TODAY....

In preparation for a trip to see the kids and grandkids, I got out the 'Nemo' key ring I received as a gift from grandson last Christmas. I clipped Nemo onto my keys and set out to take care of errands. Those of you who are familiar with Betas, know where this is going, I had no clue. My first stop was the bank, stepping up to the teller with the fish bowl and set my key chain on the counter next to the fish. Happy, friendly nemo landing face forward to the fish bowl.
I don't think I have the words to do justice to the ensuing drama. This fish began furiously slamming against the bowl, aiming for Nemo! Knocking over his plant, creating a small tidal wave and propelled! his little body right out of the bowl. "Lester!" exclaimed the teller (he had a name? who knew)...."Don't you know these fish are territorial! Please remove your keys.." complete with a surly look, directed at me.... as she scoops him up and puts him back in the bowl.
Okay, well he was floating a little suspiciously when I left (like lifeless).. I walked over to Pet Central and discovered 'orange' betas are $3.95 each.... blue are only 'a buck'.... I wonder if a timid blue beta would have been so freaked about an orange Nemo. Clearly, Lester was an Alpha Beta.....

you just can't make this stuff up....