Friday Fill-Ins #74

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  1. For me sleeping is the opposite of creativity.
  2. “Catching Genius” by Kristy Kiernan was the last excellent book I read. If you read it and like it, she has another book called “Matters of Faith” that is being released in August of 2008 and it can be pre-ordered.
  3. I like fill-ins because it jumpstarts my head for other posts.
  4. In nature I like looking at clouds.
  5. Alfred P Neuman should win the US elections.
  6. The last time I laughed with all my belly was with my friend at work .
  7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to organizing my backpack, tomorrow my plans include a trip to Boston for a whale watch and visiting Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall and Sunday, I want to relax!!!

Sunday Scribblings #112 — Quitting II

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This just kind of shot into my head during the drive home from work today.

I wrote in my prior post that I had quit smoking some years ago. It was just time. I was sick of the cost and the way I felt and any number of other reasons. I tried to be a considerate smoker — I was careful to not invade non-smokers space. I’m sure that I wasn’t successful all of the time, and for that, I am truly sorry.

However, now that I am a non-smoker myself, I realize that quitting smoking has made me into a non-smoking snob. (That’s Darling Daughter’s name for it.) I get extremely and boy do I mean EXTREMELY offended when someone is around me and smoking. I am irritated to the degree that I will tell the person smoking that I would appreciate it very much if they would take their cigarettes or whatever and go someplace where I don’t have to breathe in the smoke.

It took me a long, hard time to break that disgusting habit. I feel now that since I could quit smoking, anybody should be able to do it. ( I know, I never said that my thoughts on this subject were logical.) I also feel that they are smoking just to spite me, even though there are lots of other non-smokers around me. Again, lack of logic there. I can’t tell you the number of times DD has reminded me that I was a smoker once and I need to cut people a little slack. I always apologize profusely to her that I spent so many years on that filthy habit, and then tell her that I won’t change the way I feel. Non-smokers are either very sympathetic to other smokers or disdainful.  I guess I’m one of the disdainers. I didn’t quit so that other people’s smoke could get back into my lungs.

To all of you smokers out there, I don’t want to offend you but if you blow smoke my way, I will. Try to see you way clear to quitting.  You will love the way you feel, how fresh your clothing and house will smell, and how great your mouth tastes. I guarantee it.

Friday Fill-Ins #73

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  1. On my laziest day I like to read a bodice ripping book or lay on a lounge chair on the deck, watching the planes go over!
  2. Organizing anything makes me feel like I’m being productive.
  3. I love little problems and big happies.
  4. This summer I want to lay in the shade by the pool and just enjoy living.
  5. A whim that turned into a lot of fun made me start my blog.
  6. Red and orange are my most unfavorite colors.
  7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to going to bed early, tomorrow my plans include working in the AM and having lunch with Darling Daughter and GrandDolly and Sunday, I want to do some more knitting on GrandDolly’s hat!

Blog Talkers Talk #74 – Car

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Write about your car. What do you drive? Show us a picture of your car. What do you WISH you were driving? How long have you been driving your car? Do you like to drive overall? Are you a good driver? Are you a passive or aggressive driver? How has increasing gas prices affected your lifestyle? How has it affected your budget? How many miles do you drive on a given day?

Cars to me have always been mostly a way to get from A to B. My first car was a 1965 Dodge Monaco. There are yachts shorter than that car. Rode like a dream — passed everything but a gas station. The most exciting car I have ever owned was a 1986 Ford Mustang — 4 cylinder, of course.

If I had my druthers, I think I would like to be driving a Smart Car (great on gas plus the WOW factor) although Sweet Baboo has been singing the praises of the new hybrids — seems there is one on the horizon that will go 30 or so miles on the batteries before the gas will kick in.  I could drive to work without gas at all!! The price tag is a bit of a  deterrent though.

I have been driving since 1970. I turned 16 on July 1st (go ahead, do the math, I’ll wait), started a crash course in Driver’s Ed the next day, and 6 weeks later had my Jr. Operators license. Thirty eight years and not even a scratch or dent. I’ve probably jinxed myself saying that.

I enjoy driving for the most part. Although not aggressive (even before gas prices skyrocketed, I drove about 65-70 mph on the Interstate) I am extremely vocal. Can’t abide stupid and inconsiderate drivers and enjoy telling them so from the safety of my car. Has anybody else ever seen someone fly by you and then catch up with them 2 or 3 miles later, pulled over by a Trooper? Do you honk the horn like I do? Do you laugh and point like I do? 

I’m lucky in that my round trip commute is about 15 miles a day, so the gas prices haven’t overly affected me.  I drive a bit slower now (60ish) and have combined all of my errands so that I’m only making one run per day. And what am I driving, you ask?  I have a 1996 Oldsmobile Delta 88 — that’s right, a granny car!!  But it rides SOOOOOO nice (one of my friends says it’s like riding somewhere on her sofa), it’s decent on gas, it’s quiet and it has power windows, power locks, power driver’s seat and A/C. Oh, and it also gets me from A to B — all this and without a car payment!!

Sunday Scribblings #112 — Quitting

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Quitting anything is not always a sign of failure. For example, take my marriage — PLEASE!! (Was it Henny Youngman that used to do those jokes?) My biggest fear was ending it, although I knew it had to be done. I really felt like a failure. I know now that I should have done it years ago, but was afraid of what “people would say”.

I stayed married for 20 years. Stupid, stupid, stupid.  That’s the way I was back then. Rather than saying, okay stop for the lovva Mike, that’s ENOUGH, I would hang onto a relationship or position or even an uninteresting book, trying to make it work. Nosiree bob, couldn’t call me a quitter!!

My twenty two year job, for example. I made all kinds of noises for most of those years, that I was going to quit, I was going to move on, etc., all that time terrified that if I left, I wouldn’t be able to find another job. I was practically pushed out the door before I finally realized that if I did quit, the world would still keep spinning.

But y’know what happened when I finally did walk out? I found out that after the first time, it gets easier. (My sister is also a believer in that profound little piece of truth)  I found 2 more places of employment after leaving Snakepits R Us — the first one I quit 3 weeks in, the second 2 1/2 days. What’s the point of staying where I knew I wasn’t going to be happy? Did that once for 22 years — won’t waste another day doing it again.  It took me many, many years to trust my instincts.

Moral of the story?  Don’t be afraid to quit.  Sometimes it’s the best thing you can do for yourself.

Unconcious Mutterings #278

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  1. Referral :: Oxford Insurance
  2. Indiana :: Jones, of course
  3. Foil :: aluminuminuminuminum (it’s one of those words when you start saying it, you can’t stop)
  4. Horizon :: Mudslide Slim and the Blue (Horizon)(I’m a big James Taylor fan)
  5. Event :: a happening
  6. Sailing :: Christopher Cross
  7. Footage :: from the evening news, which I avoid like the plague
  8. Sunday :: Bloody Sunday (I’m also a Bono fan)
  9. Breathtaking :: the mountains in New Mexico
  10. Dude! :: Excellent!

(Huge Sigh of Relief) Finally Finished

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Okay self, repeat after me:

I do solemnly swear that I will never attempt to knit another pair of socks with a yarn weight of less than DK. So help me (insert whatever deity you worship here).

Egad.

After looking at poor little sock #1 for about a week, I cleared the decks and did nothing except knit for four days when I had extra time. I knew that if I didn’t get it done soon, poor little sock #1 would be an orphan.

I now have a great pair of socks in a colorway that I love, and two thumbs that are swearing at me as I speak write this post. I think because the yarn was so thin, I was death gripping the needles in order to control it. Doesn’t matter — I won’t be making another pair. But here they are…….

And also here….. The color is a little freaky in this pic. The colors in the pic above are more accurate.