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A T-Shirt is a T-Shirt, is a T-Shirt...

Posted on May 3, 2014 at 4:45 PM

I guess this is a timely post since this is one of the really first nice weekends we have had this spring. I was at the meat counter at one of the local grocery stores picking up some delicious cheddar bacon sliders. At first I thought the man next to me said something about my purse in the cart because I had it behind me in line at the counter. I glanced back at the cart real quick to make sure I wasn’t going to have chase some idiot down, and beat them for trying to steal my purse. Then I realized what he had said to me and looked back over at him. His comment was this, “Is that your husband’s t-shirt”.

Setting the stage a little here but, I was in navy blue warm-up track pants with a white stripe down them (oversized at that), Ocean Pacific (Walmart) pink/black tennis shoes, and an olive green some sort of military logo shirt that I got from Goodwill for like 3 bucks a year ago. Hey… it was 3 bucks, it was 2x (baggy), and it wasn’t ripped or stained. Pretty much a score on my criteria for t-shirt’s, see the picture with the post if you want to know what logo it had on it. Looks like something airborne to me but like I said I really don’t care what is on my t-shirts, barring anything disgusting or really obnoxious. I wear t-shirts all the time to work out, working in the yard, and as pajamas. If it had been a 3x I wouldn’t be posting about this because my husband would have commandeered it from the bag he thought it was cool looking, and was bummed that is wasn’t his size.




Anyways… back to the story…  I looked over at the man and said, “No, I bought this shirt at a Goodwill store.” To which, he frowned and got this weird look on his face and turned away. End of conversation with this man.

So, I was left wondering was he in this unit and was curious about who my husband was. BTW… I am married but didn’t happen to be wearing a wedding ring so he just assumed I was married, and I didn’t earn the shirt given my appearance. For those of you, who don’t know me personally, yep overweight, middle aged, not looking in the best of shape. OR, was he one of those people who look for people wearing anything military. Either to give them crap for even being in the military, or a military vet that gets bent out of shape when civilians dare to wear anything military. Yes… I have heard the talk on the internet. I really just wanted to leave the store at that point not really sure which way this was going to go, and how far/loud I was going to have to get to defend my rescued Goodwill t-shirt. Thankfully it didn’t go any further.
 
Here are my thoughts on ANYTHING, ANYONE is wearing…. Just keep your mouth shut. Unless you are really dying to know where the person got the item because you think it is so uber-cool and want one for yourself. That is the only time it is acceptable to comment to someone on an article of clothing. Then the conversation should go something like this. “Excuse me but I really like the t-shirt you are wearing, where did you get that”.

I will continue to wear any t-shirt I please, and I happen to sell military surplus so that includes any military shirt that I think is cool looking or will make a good pajama top, workout shirt, yard-work shirt. It’s free advertisement for my business if you approach me the polite way that I outlined above, you might just find out where to get one for yourself. Companies give up literally tons of surplus t-shirts each year to thrift stores around the country. I had a Hy-Vee big yellow smiley face t-shirt from some event they sponsored one year. I had no less than 3 people since I have owned it ask me if I work for Hy-Vee. I do not, but again… 2x, $3, Salvation Army/Goodwill enough said. I have no problem telling you where I purchased an item whether it is from a thrift store, high end department store, or my own business.

I think people just need to learn some conversation starter etiquette. When you come out to a total stranger with some snarky comment about what they are wearing please don’t look like someone hit you with a cattle prod when that person comes back just as snarky or really down-right nasty. I try to lean towards the polite snarky reply and see if it escalates from there.

Like Bill Engvall said, “Here’s your Sign!!!”

So.... How Was Your Wednesday?

Posted on August 18, 2012 at 3:20 PM

Originally Posted: January 21st, 2010

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Jan. 20th, 2010.... So.... how was your day??? Mine.... should have tried to stay in bed all day, what can I say.


Mine starts at 4AM, oh yes... I said 4am. Why is you up so early girl?? you say...

Well I live in Central Iowa and apparently we were overdue for a nasty ice storm. At 4am it's just starting to drizzle rain. I can see a patchy shine on the pavement in front of the garage lights. I have to catch the bus to go to work at 5:50am to get there on time at 7am. On a normal day it takes me 1/2 hour to drive it, so you can see what a PITA taking the bus is anyway. But there was no way I was driving my little car in this.

At 5am the local news comes on, and I switch between the two stations to see what the conditions are like. You know it's bad when the Des Moines School District cancels classes right when the news comes on. They usually don't decide until 6 or 6:30am. How do I know all this. Well, my work has a "policy" if the Des Moines Schools are closed then it's jeans day. So, I was watching... by 5:30am it was pouring rain, and the local station people where broadcasting from in front of the news station scaring the heck out of everyone watching. They kept saying that it was deteriorating rapidly, and there were power outages yada, yada, yada. So, now I think jeez if I make it to work then I might not make it home. Don't get me wrong I love my work/job but NOT staying the night in the building.

Logged into work email and sent an email off to my bosses, and teammates, mostly because their addicted to their blackberries and I know they will get that first. Gave them the options it was either work from home or take a vacation day. I only have 3 specific times in the morning that I can catch the bus at my house to make the connecting bus to work or I'll have to walk a mile to the building if I miss the connectors. Now it's about 6:30 and I've missed the 3 buses, and it's pouring rain. I'm watching the neighbor who parks in the street right behind my drive so I narrowly miss plowing into him every single day in the winter try to scrape off his car to go to work. His parking in the street is a whole other story in itself. I'm up in my office and I can hear a car spinning it's wheels stuck. I thought it was someone trying to come up the hill again, and thought it must be someone not from around this neighborhood. Everyone that lives around here knows to come down our hill in the winter and not up it. I hurry downstairs, because I'm just nosy that way, and it was the guy across the street. He drives a larger car but he couldn't even get two feet from where he was parked. Finally he just shuts it off and stomps back in the house. HA!! next time tell your wife your parking in the garage, and you don't care what she says.



It's 6:50am got a call from the lead and I'll try to telecommute, I say try because NOW my home office is leaking 2ft from my computer. So quick grabbed the blue tape and added some more in strategic places and this seemed to reroute the water a little, at least it quit splattering. Told work the office situation. I'm pretty sure they didn't believe me or thought I was just pushing the whole thing a little too far. You can't make the crap up that happens in my life, seriously. So, I logged in, got connected and answered a few email questions, worked on an overdue documentation project. All the while still worrying about a power outtage or the trees next to my house taking out something. The lead said he was going to try to drive into the office so about 8:30am I tried calling to see if anyone made it. I was in luck, but then they have trucks and jeeps, and not the little go-kart that I drive. So, I asked if it would be alright if I just called the whole thing a vacation day. So I could turn off the computer and cover it up so water wouldn't get on it. So, I signed off and was in bed by 9am. Hey it's a vacation day now, so I'm sleeping til noon. :) Besides, at this point not feeling too good, got at cramp in my side toward the back and my stomach's acting up. So wanted to go to bed to see if it will get better. I think it was too much stress worrying about the weather, getting to work, the weather, not getting to work, telecommuting, vacation day wasted on the weather. Well you get the picture, the weather. I wonder if I could claim it as a sick day instead, yeah right... NOT going there.. they will never believe it.

I get up at noon, just in time for the noon news of course. So being a glutton for punishment I turned it on. Of course it's all bad. After lunch I decide to try to make it to the garage to lay down some rock salt on the sidewalks and driveway. Eventually I'm going to have to try to drive out of here. Yeah, that was fun trying not to fall on my butt getting there. I took my camera though, had to get picture evidence, a lot of branches down in the yard and ice chunks falling from the trees. Made it to the garage and started spreading the salt. Did you know that Morton Rock salt flies a long way, especially if you softball throw it. That was cool I didn't have to go very far to get the entire 100 foot sidewalk. Took some more pictures, then I decided that I had tempted fate long enough and came in before I got over-confident and took a header on the ice. It had stopped raining by lunchtime, so I thought I'll go up and check my office. The leaking had quit. I was uncovering my computer and straightening a few things up when I hear this loud crack, thud, sliding noise, then thud, with a bunch of small tinkling noises thrown it. Grabbed the camera and ran downstairs, I had seen the shadow of the branch flash by the office window. It was a 10 foot long by about 4 inch thick limb that narrowly missed my office and first floor windows. Of course, stepped outside and took pictures of it.



At 5:15pm while watching the 5 o'clock news, the power does this whole light dimming thing. The clock starts flashing and the tv channel goes dark, tv is still on. I told my husband to flip it to the digital side and sure enough we lost the analog channels. My son who actually did go to work today via the bus, but then he's downtown, came in about 5:45pm and said the whole power grid was out over here except for our little area. He was bummed because he couldn't stop at Linn's Supermarket after work and pick up chips, and pop. He threw down more rock salt and cleared off the downed branches off the driveway and sidewalks. Came in and took a bath. Now here's where the whiney side of me comes out. I decided I would come up and play Bejeweled Blitz while waiting for him to finish with his bath because I really wanted to take one too. The damn internet is out. My computer never shut off during the little light flicker episode but the modem is blinking green. My next thought is check the phone because I am late on paying the bill... shhh... don't tell my husband. Not paying $4 fee to pay it over the phone. I was going to pay it online tonight. NO Really I was. The phone was working so phew... not shut off, they never sent a notice anyway. Called Qwest up, and asked what happened and they said because of the power outage in the area that service was disrupted. I guess I never noticed before because usually our power goes out with the rest of the area.

Oh, well I have other things I can do on my computer right??? You know not having internet really SUCKS, the other things that I can do on my computer are just not as good without the internet to distract me. I hope someone is feeding my crops and chickens on farmville tonight. Ok, well I am writing this blog post to put out later if the Internet EVER comes back..... sigh....

Well, kids out of the bathtub so I thought might as well do that while I'm waiting for the internet to come back. Get downstairs to the bathroom.... carpets wet... sloshy soaking my socks wet. Sigh.... get another pair of socks, and run the bath water. Checked water about half way done, and it's ice cold. Not only did my child soak the bathroom carpet he also sucked up ALL the hot water in the house. How does one do that filling the bathtub, it's not THAT big. He must run it like a shower instead of filling it up. I know the water runs for a LONG time when either he or my husband takes a bath. Sigh.... I think I'll call it a night, did I mention the internet was out, and I still feel crummy...

1/22 - This was from 2 days ago, internet came on as I was going to bed that night. Thursday night felt really awful and went to bed at 6:30pm, missed a really good episode of Vampire Diaries. I have been getting all the spoilers from dear hubby though, now may not have to watch it at all. Oh and there is supposed to be a thunderstorm overnight. Thanks California... for that crappy weather as if Iowa doesn't need an excuse to have a tornado in winter. Been there, done that...

 

New Years Resolution

Posted on August 18, 2012 at 1:30 PM

Originally Posted: January 1st, 2010

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I read a post from Seth's Blog today that kind of bothered me ... It was entitled "Seven years gone" . It bothered me because it made really think about where have I been, all the stuff I've been through, and where do I want to be when the next decade rolls around. A funny side note on this which happened to do with the year 2000 turnover.....

I think I was asked this in freshman or maybe my sophomore year in high school, and I believe it was a theme paper of some sort (ugh!!!). Where will you be in the year 2000? The only thing that sticks out in my mind when I think on this was OMG... I'll be old... I'll be 34 that year and remembered the chills that went down my spine... god that's old. Then when we rang in the new millenium/year/decade... I got cold chills down my spine thinking WOW! I made it to 34 and the year 2000, and I remembered thinking about this in high school. As far as the theme paper goes I'm sure I put down, being rich, successful....la de da...


So going along with Seth's theme... but I will keep in the decade perspective sorry Seth, the math will make my head hurt - to many OPP issues today and can't think straight.


In the last ten years I......
1. Bought my first house - which I'm still living in and boy was I the sucker who bought it alright :(

2. Started college in 1999 and finished in 2004 - Check :) (2 Associates & 1 Bachelor's degree)

3. Got a job in the computer field while in the second year of college - Check & Score (It was hard for us girls to get a networking job back then)

4. Child made it through junior high and graduated high school... hey he was even a January grad - Check

5. In the last part of the decade got the job with the Fortune 500 company and everything that I asked for and planned for when I started college. - SCORE... Big Time :)

6. Tried to keep up with the Jones'es and learned some bad credit habits and now I am paying the price for it :(

7. Gained about 60 pounds :( but I have a nice personality... lol!!




Looking ahead to the next 10 years....
1. Trading the house I live in now for my forever dream home.

2. Might go back to college and get my Master's degree, either a MBA or a Master's in Business Leadership. But will be doing this pay as I go - Sallie Mae has sucked the life out of my credit.

3. Got a few small businesses that I dabble in now, would like to expand on those. Want something my husband & I can do together from home in our spare time.

4. Of course become debt free :)

5. Lose a gazillion pounds and get down to 135-150 range that I was when I got married. :)

6. Start going to church again, been away too long... (kept the faith but just couldn't make it to church)


Ok, I think I'll keep it just those six things because they are huge undertakings. But, when I looked back at the last decade a lot of what I did was huge too... sometimes I just scare myself when I think back on everything. I have to take a deep breath and tell myself the one thing that my Mom told me when I was old enough to remember, "Girl... you've got to take care of yourself, you can't count on other people to help you out. If you remember this you won't get hurt."


So now I have my blueprint for the next decade, we'll see where I end up ;)

The Things You Hear While Flying

Posted on August 18, 2012 at 1:25 PM

Originally Posted: February 7th, 2010

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From the mailbag:

In addition to communicating with the local Air Traffic Control facility, all aircraft in the Persian Gulf AOR are required to give the Iranian Air Defense Radar (military) a ten minute 'heads up' if they will be transiting Iranian airspace.

This is a common procedure for commercial aircraft and involves giving them your call sign, transponder code, type aircraft, and points of origin and destination.

A guy who overheard this conversation on the VHF Guard (emergency) frequency 121.5 MHz while flying from Europe to Dubai . It is too good not to pass along.



The conversation went like this...

Iranian Air Defense Radar: 'Unknown aircraft you are in Iranian airspace. Identify yourself.'

Aircraft: 'This is a United States aircraft. I am in Iraqi airspace.'

Air Defense Radar: 'You are in Iranian airspace. If you do not depart our airspace we will launch interceptor aircraft!'

Aircraft: 'This is a United States Marine Corps FA-18. Send 'em up, I'll wait!'

Air Defense Radar: (no response ... total silence)

I received this in the mailbag and thought it was too funny not to pass along. Not really sure if it's true or not but it's still funny. -- Tessa

Pie Crust Mom Style

Posted on August 18, 2012 at 1:20 PM


Originally Posted: August 8th, 2010

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I had a piece for you mom .... xoxoxo!!! The last time I had pie crust this way was when you made it. Way before the ready made crusts came out. You used to make crust from scratch the way grandma taught you to for Chocolate and Lemon pudding pie. Instead of throwing the extra crust away you would bake it in the oven with sugar and cinnamon sprinkled over the top of it. We would get to eat that warm out of the oven as soon as it was done. I think you just did it to keep me from breaking all the pie crust edges off while you weren't looking.

I accidentally bought this crust for a pot pie recipe I was making thinking it was ready made. Well it was sort of as I didn't have to actually mix the dough just roll it out. So I made a cherry pie with some of the crust and the other part of it I baked it like you used to.

Mom... it just didn't taste the same as when you made it.

I'm a Sir not a Ma'am

Posted on August 18, 2012 at 1:10 PM

Originally Posted: February 12th, 2010

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I kid you not someone said this to me at a drive through window this week....

I went to McDonald's for lunch on Tuesday, and I always go through the drive thru. This particular McDonald's has one of those double drive thru's.

a side note on this: It took me a while to master this and some people still don't get it in Des Moines. Apparently not all of us were taught to take turns growing up.

Anyways, back to the original story... The order taker comes on and it's one of those pre-recorded voices asking you to buy the special of the day. I swear it was a girl's voice. I said no thank you can I have a number 6 instead. Got the usual which size fries and which kind of soft drink. The order taker finished told me my total and said pull ahead. At NO POINT in this conversation did I say Sir or Ma'am. I SWEAR!!!!!

I get to the first window and hand the check out GUY my cash. He takes the money and gives me the receipt, and then says, "By the way I'm a Sir NOT a Ma'am, you called me a Ma'am at the order board". I was at a loss for words at this point..

First of all who the F cares just take the money and let the other 33 cars behind me get their orders and be done. Second of all quit playing the girls voice recording then, it confuses people. I blinked my eyes and looked up and him and said, (without missing a beat) "I'm sorry but I don't recall saying this... either way you aught to be happy I was F'N polite to you in the first place."

I pulled up to the next window and picked up my order. The whole thing just freaked me out, so I'm avoiding that McDonald's for awhile. Besides I'm on a chicken kick lately and there's a perfectly good KFC next door.

PS... do not tell my man that I was at McDonald's and didn't bring home a cheeseburger for him ;)

Man's Rules: Wifey cannot go to a hamburger joint and NOT bring home the owner of the most awesome gun show ME... a cheeseburgers, preferably several.

I Bring You Flowers and.... Cheese Whiz!

Posted on July 9, 2012 at 1:50 AM

Reposted from: September 15th, 2009

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Ok all, get your mind out of the gutter the cheese whiz was just sitting there but it got your attention didn't it.

My man went out and picked me flowers he did!!! SEE...





And arranged them professionally I might add.

He did this for me yesterday and anxiously waited for me to come home but I ended up being five hours late from work. I brought pizza and cinna-pie and he greeted me with flowers. I liked his flowers surprise the best, and of course he liked the cinna-pie the best. See perfect match!!!

PS... the cheese whiz went on top of the pizza for all of you dying to know.

Do You Really Know What Your Children Are Up To

Posted on July 9, 2012 at 1:45 AM
Reposted from: May 23rd, 2009
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No REALLY.... I know your saying, "little Suzi was in school!" but in reality she was not. She was knocking on my front door about 9:15am Friday morning. What is really odd is the reason why she knocked on my door. First of all if both my husband and I are home at the same time I send him to the door. Why because I don't like door to door sales people and refuse to deal with them. Anyways, he answered the door, and here stands this 16 year old-ish girl with backpack and folders in hand. So he thought she was selling something and told her he wasn't interested. Now we do have a "No Trespassing" sign posted which usually stops people from bothering us. Which leads me to a different rant... Parent's PLEASE teach your children what No Trespassing & No Soliciting means. I'm not sure why anyone bothers with door to door sales in this economy anyway, and mostly people are just casing your house to come back and break in. BTW... I do have an alarm system, and not just the sign. They are getting to be worse than telemarketers alway ringing the doorbell in the middle of dinner. It's not like you just can't answer the door... they know your home and will keep ringing the damn bell. Jeez... my food is getting cold and I'm really not interested in anything your trying to sell me even if I can afford it. Back to the orginal rant now.... So after my husband tells her were not interested and there is a no trespassing sign 5 feet from her.
She asks my husband, "Were you in the Marines?"
He replied, "No, Why?".
She said, "Well I saw the bumpersticker on the car in the driveway, and that's why I stopped".
My husband said, "My son was in the JROTC for 4 years and that is where the bumpersticker came from."
The girl then said, "Oh", and walked away.
WTF... was up with that????? Is she just really patriotic, and it was memorial day weekend? Also given the fact that high school is still in session til around the first week of June here, and it was 9:15am school was in session & finals aren't until next week. She was obviously skipping classes. Was she just casing the place? Was it some weird bet or initiation into some group/gang? My husband said she had a shocked look on her face like she wasn't expecting a guy let alone one as big as my husband is to answer the door. Bottom line.... MOMMA... You obviously DON'T know what you daughter does during the day. I'm glad she knocked on my door being dorky, instead of some deranged psycho-paths' door. I would hate for you to find out what's she up to on the 6 o'clock news broadcast.

It's Nothing Personal But...

Posted on July 9, 2012 at 1:40 AM
Reposted from: May 12th, 2009
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Dear Dental Hygenists:
It's really nothing personal but going to the dentist in general just freaks me out!! Since I have to go every 3 months and have been for the last 5 years, it's getting a little old... The dentist thinks I'm brave and can take about anything he does to me. You think I'm crazy when I tell you to use a topical gel to numb EVERYTHING. Really just need it because your poking around when cleaning my teeth makes me crazy, and it's all I can do to keep from getting up from the chair and walking out bawling my eyes out.

My teeth aren't sensitive at all, it's just me. I'm glad I don't have to come see you any sooner because it takes about 3 months for me to psych myself out to come see you. I know I need to do it and not coming in the first place is what got me into this mess 5 years ago. So I show up when I'm suppose to... at least I don't feel as beat up as I used to when I leave (this comes from having a deathgrip on the dental chair the whole time & frozen like a deer caught in the headlights), maybe I'm just getting use to it finally.

Oh yes... I do want the toothbrush, floss, and those little go-between brushes ('cause us adults don't get the good stuff like stickers), those are my prizes for being good and not having to make your work the full hour on cleaning my teeth. Only a half hour today, yippeee...

Like I said it's nothing personal because all the dentists & their staff that I have seen are great, and put up with my idiosynchrasies when I come to visit. See you again in 3 months, can't wait 'til I graduate back to the every six months visits.

Exercising in the Big Outdoors

Posted on July 9, 2012 at 1:15 AM

See I have proof, we went for our walk Saturday out at Big Creek. I think if I went out there everyday and walked as far as we do, that I definetely would lose the weight. BUT, things happen, and it's not a very short drive from my house. So we usually settle for weekends, sometimes a couple of times per week. It's nice to get a change of routine and scenery when your exercising. The leaves are just starting to come in on the trees, and there were dandelions galore!!! Oh, yes.... I am the neighbor that you would hate if you have that perfect yard. I love all the dandelions, clovers and violets that I have growing wild in the yard.

These are all the dandelions by the beach area just before you get on the trail.

 

 

Vic calls this Kick Ass hill because by the time you get to the top of it that's what you feel like. I have seen families on bikes start up this hill and never make it, the kids only make it halfway usually.

 

 

A couple of shots of the lake.

 

With more dandelions of course!!!

You ask... what distance do we walk, well we walk from the beach out to just past the boat ramp that's by the big meadow/supposed to be model airplane field if they ever mow it again.


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