If a lounge singer wears Depends or another similar garment they really shouldn't wear form fitting culottes on stage.
If you're the gallery owner or a salesman in an art gallery, you should not irritate the visiting artist. He's likely to do the things that you prohibited him from doing like personalize the autographs on two of his books that were purchased for the children of the gallery patron.
If you are a salesman in an art gallery, do not attack the patrons as they walk in the door. Do not ask them their budget before they get a chance to look at the artwork on display. Do not have a fit of pique when you get snubbed as the said patron then goes on to find the person they have been buying from for the last 5 years. I really don't expect to find you still working there the next time I come back because you have no clue what you are doing.
One of the most amazing sites is the Veteran's bike parade across the Hoover Dam. The engine roar is incredible. Just watching the bikes line up on the Arizona side is awe inspiring especially as they take up one full switchback of the canyon road. I just wish I had had color film instead of black and white.
The Atomic Testing Museum is now open. This is the perfect place for a mathematical genius with a fascination for lasers to visit. We had to drag him out of the place. He now has a new love, we'll see how long it lasts. Also on exhibit was Seeing the Unseen the photographs of Harold Edgerton Edgerton was a founding member of EG&G which was an engineering firm involved in the Atomic Testing (Yes, I'm aware that I'm understating their role).
Many thanks to the viola joke webpage Note: the following joke is very funny in German, but doesn't translate well into English. Was sind die drei Lagen auf der Bratsche? Erste Lage, Notlage, und Niederlage. (What are the three positions of the viola? First position, emergency, and defeat.) When travelling in the desert which should you head toward first - the good viola player, the bad viola player, or the oasis? The bad viola player the other two are just a mirage.
What do you do with a dead violist? Move him back a chair in the orchestra
We all know that a viola burns longer than a violin but it's more than size, why? The viola is still in the case
What is the best way to keep a violin from being stolen? Put it in a viola case.
After his retirement the violist arrived home carrying his viola case. His wife saw the case and asked "What's that?"
violist came home and found his house burned to the ground. When he asked what happened, the police told him "Well, apparently the conductor came to your house, and ..." The violist's eyes lit up and he interrupted excitedly, "The conductor? Came to my house?"
There is a conductor and a violist in the middle of the road, which do you hit first? The conductor, Business before pleasure.
and the last one for today: A viola player decides that he's had enough of being a viola player--unappreciated, all those silly jokes. So he decides to change instruments.He goes into a shop, and says, "I want to buy a violin." The man behind the counter looks at him for a moment, and then says, "You must be a viola player." The viola player is astonished, and says, "Well, yes, I am. But how did you know?" "Well, sir, this is a fish-and-chip shop."
I am shocked that someone would take what you wrote in a blog and try to use it against you in that way.....unless you actually wrote that you beat, neglect or otherwise abuse your kids.... guess I'm more naive than I thought.
It’s amazing what can be twisted to look like abuse.If I posted that I let my kids stay up late watching movies while I went to bed – it could be portrayed to the courts that I allowed my children unsupervised access to pornography. Now at no time did I indicate that they were watching Disney movies but since I had gone to sleep, I have no proof that they continued watching Disney movies and I have no proof that some one did not bring a porn movie into my house – I published that “I went to sleep while they were watching movies.” Now I know that my boys at their ages wouldn’t be interested in anything like that but her boys were able to describe things they had seen in a movie and she claimed it occurred at my house (it was actually at her house and my kids were not there).She used my blog to create a timeline of fictional abusive events.By being vague about what was happening when I published, I played right into her hands.She had documentation of days that her kids were at my house, a general idea of the activity and then she made up things that were sick and degenerate to go along with it.His attorney was blindsided and not prepared for defense.So, I stopped publishing any activity involving both sets of kids.My DH was furious.DH’s friend after being the sole guardian for 5 years because the slutty tramp didn’t want her own kids almost lost custody because I published a blog.The only thing that saved his butt was the ST’s mother testified on behalf of her ex-son in law and declared her daughter an unfit mother to the court.So they have joint custody.
I also received an email asking me how I defined slutty tramp. It wasn’t hate mail just a polite query.I still can’t get hate mail.I really don’t mind poly relationships as long as all parties involved are aware and can make an informed decision on the situation.It is not appropriate for 2 out of the 5 members of the group to think that they are in a committed monogamous relationship.Especially when the 2 in the dark are the only 2 people with jobs!When your spouse comes home in the middle of the day and catches you in bed with 2 members of the opposite sex and you try to convince him that he’s hallucinating the whole thing – then you are a slutty tramp.
The articles I enjoy the most are the ones about YOU. (now this is true on ALL the blogs I read) I want to hear how your life is going, what's new and not so exciting, what you've been working on (stitching wise and other wise). Has anything really touched you either emotionally or intellectually? I don't really read the memes... I don't pay attention to most rants, on Anyone's blog. Haze’s comment from the Wondering blog.
I’ll admit that I used to write more about what was happening to me and my family in my blog.But I ran into a problem.A woman, who used to be my best friend until she decided that she didn’t want to be friends with anyone who knew her before she became a slutty tramp, used the comments on my blog to claim that I was an unfit influence on her children and to report me to Division of Child and Family Services as a menace to my own children.DCFS dismissed her report as a divorce based revenge but I still had to go through a home inspection.The experience made me very wary of what I publish.I didn’t even have to go through getting fired like a blogger that made the news.I have had a coworker comment that I should be more careful about things from the office that I print since he could figure out who my anonymous compilations of coworkers were (or at least thought he did).This is a public forum and anyone can read it.I wish more people would read it and leave comments.
Just from the experience, I’m not going to share too much about how my life is going.I will share about things that I would love to tell people but the ones around me wouldn’t understand or appreciate.Take the entry on my Grandma’s stuff.Most of the family sees what I took from the house as junk and worthless.It’s not like you could get much for ebaying it.But I’m learning so much from patterns made on newspaper and butter cartons.I hope that I’m learning to be more frugal from it.But it must not have been too interesting – no one commented on it.
My blog contains quotes that touch me emotionally and intellectually.These are things that for some reason made sense and connected with me on some level so I post them in the hope that they will touch someone else too.
Now rants on the other hand – I love to rant.I’m not as eloquent as Dennis Miller or many other bloggers. So I’m sorry if you don’t like to read rants.Most of my blog entries are rants or at least feel like rants to me.But then my blog is a place for me to get things off my chest or at least out of my mind.But then if something touches me emotionally or intellectually shouldn’t I rant about it?Isn’t that the purpose of having a blog, somewhere that you can rant in safety about things either meaningful or meaningless?It’s just too bad that any public forum can’t be considered a safe place in today’s society.There are just too many people willing to jump to wrong conclusions and barbecue you for it.
Maybe I don't understand the issue but it seems to me that the concept of a filibuster means that you are too cowardly to admit you couldn't garner enough votes to guarantee that your position will win.
Today they had to tranquilize another large animal (this time a moose) that wandered into the city cemetary. Do you ever wonder if the animals are actually getting a kick out of the thorazine and just come out of the hills for another hit?
When my grandmother died, my father, who was the executor, allowed all the grandkids to select 3 items from the house but let us know that there was no guarantee that we would receive our requests. One of the items that I requested was the sewing room. Now before you think I was being greedy, I’m the only one in the family that still sews. My aunt took the sewing machine and the dressmaker’s dummy but I got all the fabric, all the uncompleted projects and all her patterns. This weekend I started sorting things out and deciding what I would do with things. The yards of polyester fabric were an easy choice. Those will become 1 inch strips to be braided into a circular rug for the kitchen floor. The box of rickrack and other trims went into my bin for crazy quilting embellishments. There is now a 5 gallon tub of nothing but yarn. The white and blue sheets will become the foundation pieces for the crazy quilts. The tattered chenille bedspread will get cut up into 6 inch block and interspersed with squares made from old denim in my household to become a new quilt. Then I got to the UFO bin. I shouldn’t really call it a UFO bin; she was working on the projects. There are five different quilts in progress. One is from Good Housekeeping and she has a bag with fabrics picked and templates made from cardboard I think there are even a few pieces cut out. One quilt has 12 ½ blocks made and 6 blocks in a separate color but no more white fabric to make additional blocks although there are plenty of pieces cut to make the same style of block in yellow. There is a child’s quilt made of diamond shaped pieces some in cotton and some in flannel. In a similar fabric there are about 9 blocks of 5 patch squares and there are 6 squares that look like they belong to a puff quilt. The intriguing one though is there is a stack of petal shaped pieces that don’t fit with any of the existing blocks unless they are meant to be appliquéd onto the blocks that are the most complete. The petal shapes are from similar fabrics used on those blocks but then again it could be that she cut out the odd shapes and the petals were the remnant. But that doesn’t explain the cardboard template for the petal shapes, or why they were all together with a rubber band (that was corroding). Maybe if I publish the petal shapes some of you could help me figure out what they should be shaped into?
Fridays are supposed to be good days. They are supposed to be a harbinger of the weekend to come. They should not be days where everything goes wrong and everyone accuses you of causing all the problems. I'm not the one who wrote the plan documents in 2003 and 2004 how can errors in those document possibly be my fault? Yes, the computer room must be kept at 70 degrees or else the server will blow up. It's bad enough that the printer is streaking in the heat. I solved the problem by purchasing an air conditioner. I can't help it if the air conditioner is now sending hot air into the processing area. If we don't cool the computer room, you're going to be paying for everyone to go home early and not just this office but the Texas office too. And you'll be on the phone with IBM trying to find a new AS400 and praying the last backup tape is good. Yes, my blouse is torn. I ripped it carrying in the #$(&#%($ air conditioner. No I don't have time to go home and change, any more stupid questions? I just hope the rest of the weekend is better than this.
"Being rich isn't about money. Being rich is a state of mind. Some of us, no matter how much money we have, will never be free enough to take time to stop and eat the heart of the watermelon. And some of us will be rich without ever being more than a paycheck ahead of the game." -- Harvey B. Mackay
Growing up, my parents had choreographed fights. This isn’t to mean that the movements were choreographed but just that they had fallen into such a pattern that the arguments could have been scripted. For example, my father would call in the morning to remind my mother of an event that evening. My mother would realize she had nothing to wear and go to the mall. She would arrive home, about 5 to 10 minutes after they had to leave to arrive on time. He would be waiting at the door dressed and ready to go, and would greet her with, “Where have you been? We’re going to be late.” To which she responded, “Well you, should have given me more notice.” “It wouldn’t have mattered, you’re always late.” “I wouldn’t be if you told me what was going on.” “I do tell you, you never remember.” “I would have remembered if you ever told me” At this point they would change languages so I assume it was personal insults.
In observing couples around me, I find that many of them have these choreographed arguments. They are so familiar with the complaint that neither is listening to the other but the problem isn’t just the listening, it’s the talking as well. You may mean, “I really didn’t appreciate it when you got mad today because I didn’t answer my cell phone on the first ring.” But how does “You expect me to be at your beck and call 24/7” really express that to someone? I find that too often we get into auto-response mode when we hear certain phrases. Haven’t you done that yet? – is one that really gets my hackles up. I have to really watch that I don’t auto respond with excuses for why it isn’t done. I’m working on changing my auto-response to either – “I’m still working on it” or “No.” I find that the simple No works best especially when the asker was geared for excuses. They have to stop and rethink a moment.
That technique works well in the choreographed fights that couples have. If one person breaks the pattern, sometimes real communication can occur. I find that “What do you really mean when you say that?” works really well. Or I’ll try – when you say xxxxx I hear yyyyy, it that how you meant it? This usually diverts us to a discussion on semantics and the original argument gets shuffled aside. If we can break the pattern, we can prevent becoming llamas. You know what a Llama is right? It’s a pack animal much like a jackass that carries a bigger burden for a longer distance.
She would have to pick the weekend of the Wasatch Front Quilt Shop Hop for the wedding. I could be more excited about it if the bride was even a little excited about the upcoming nuptials. She was more excited about going to Finland for Grandma's funeral. I wonder if I could convince the family that I've had friends from out of town planning on coming for months and that since they're staying at my house, I couldn't possibly leave them alone.
This weekend we looked at the cutest daschund puppy. Mr. Darwin needs a puppy. Beagles are pack animals and I'm tired of sleeping with the dog. He needs his own puppy to sleep with. Speaking of sleeping, because of space issues with the 3 of us in the bed, we bought a new mattress (besides the old was was pretty much broken). However the new frame is not here yet so I'm sleeping on a mattress on the floor and feeling like it was 15 years ago. The good thing is the beagle seems to want to stay with the old bed so he's been sleeping with my boys at night. That's such an improvement. The only bad part about this weekend is that I left my home portable brain at the office. So my home brain was at work but my work brain was in my purse at home.
So, if I’ve got it right, I have to pick five things from the following list, and then complete the sentence, and then go on and tag another 3 people. Okay, then....
If I could be a scientist . . . If I could be a farmer . . . If I could be a musician . . . If I could be a doctor . . . If I could be a painter . . . If I could be a gardener . . . If I could be a missionary . . . If I could be a chef . . . If I could be an architect . . . If I could be a linguist . . . If I could be a psychologist . . . If I could be a librarian . . . If I could be an athlete . . . If I could be a lawyer . . . If I could be an inn-keeper . . . If I could be a professor . . . If I could be a writer . . . If I could be a llama-rider . . . If I could be a bonnie pirate . . . If I could be an astronaut . . . If I could be a world famous blogger . . . If I could be a justice on any one court in the world . . . If I could be married to any current famous political figure…
If I could be a linguist, I wouldn’t have forgotten the French that I used to know. Not to mention my vocabulary in Finnish and Korean would be larger.I would probably be searching for a grant to study common sounds having close meanings even though the languages have different roots.Not modern words which usually come from a common source but some of the older common words that shouldn’t have a connection yet some do.
If I could be a professor, I would teach literature or art or textiles.I would teach the classes myself and not send the TA to do it.I would be accessible to the students like the professors that I loved in college.I spent a lot of time hanging out in Dr. Smith’s office – he taught Science Fiction.He also had the class help me address wedding invitations one day during discussion.
If I could be a writer, I would write a self help book on living what Ray Bradbury described as optimal behavior and teaching your children to do the same.Bradbury said that he didn’t believe in being an optimist, he believed in behaving in the most optimal way for the day.I so agree with that, just imagine how much we could change the world if everyone lived to the best of their ability every day.But then, I’m not sure I would like some one like master jewel thief Bill Mason, living to the best of his thieving abilities.
If I could be a llama-rider, I would sponsor guided tours of the Rocky Mountains.Llamas are better pack animals than mules.
If I could be a world famous blogger, I would have more than 14 hits a day and would write interesting things that people would leave comments about and we could have actual conversations in the comments and I probably wouldn’t run on like this.
What haven't you done yet in your life that you'd really like to do someday? - Retire from the work force Why? - My financial goals are not there yet. Will you do any of those things in the near future? Depends on how close is near Are you making progress toward them? Yes If you could completely start your life over from scratch, what would you do differently the second time around (if anything)? I would have saved more money when I was younger, and not bought stupid stuff that is just disposable. Either that or taken the job with the alphabet agency right out of college. What ages do you think have been the best for you so far? College was fun. What do you think of your current age ... are you enjoying it? Yep, I’m old enough to know better and having fun anyway. Are you looking forward to your next birthday? Yep, we’re having a big bash for it. What do you feel is most important in life? – Mortal life is a temporary blip in an eternal existence.
I looked at my pictures from the quilt show this weekend. I won't be posting them. For some reason my digital was having a tizzy fit and the pictures are either dark like when the battery is really low (it was a fresh battery) or really, really fuzzy. The fuzzy ones are probably me moving while taking the picture. I really wanted to show off a few of the pictures though. Some of the "memory" quilts were really gorgeous. One was a fan pattern made out of grandpa's ties, one was a Sunbonnet Sue with flowers made from doilies that her mother had crocheted and my favorite was on that alternated crazy quilt blocks with toad in the hole blocks that contained lacy handkerchiefs. It definitely gave me some ideas of things that I can do.
Over the weekend, I pre-ordered the 3 copies that I'll need to have on opening day. They didn't have the CD available so I've made everyone that is getting a book promise to take turns reading a chapter out loud to the dyslexics in the household. Yes, I have 3 copies of all the books and either the book on tape or the CD for them all too.
Several of my friends are going to Nashville Cats. DH said he saw no problem with it if I could get the airfare at a resonable amount. I can get the plane tickets for $350 and I'll be splitting the hotel room with friends that I haven't seen in ages. I cleared the amount off my credit card (I have a card that I used just for internet purchases that I keep close to the low limit so no one can steal my card, yes, I'm paranoid). I just can't push that last button to book the trip. I could really use some comments from impartial readers here. I have the money to go on this trip, I have permission from the DH, I have vacation time at work that needs to be used, any idea why I just can't push the button to buy the ticket?
