Thursday, May 29, 2008

Rambling

So, at 3:30 am, I was at the grocery store, stocking up for my weekend. I don't know how these stores stay in business being open 24/7, but I enjoy being the only shopper in the place. As I was checking out, the girl said, "What's with the big tazer?" "That isn't a tazer." "You mean it's a real gun?" "Yup." I could see a little electric shock go through her and suddenly she wasn't smiling anymore. It seems that because I wore a gun, I was dangerous. And I am, but only to the bad guys. "Why do you wear a gun?" "For the same reason I have a fire extinguisher in my kitchen. I'm not going to wait around for the fire department to save my home and I'm not going to wait around for the police to save me." A light went on in her head and she was smiling again. This was probably the first time in her life, she had ever thought about guns, and she got it. A gratifying shopping trip. An update on the chair I bought. The delivery men were waiting when I got home from work Tuesday. Apparently, anywhere from 8 am to noon meant 7:40 am. But that's fine with me. They delivered this humongous vibrating recliner. But it doesn't vibrate. Seems they didn't have the motor in stock, so I have to wait a week for that. Ginger loves it. It's taller than my last chair, and she likes to sit on the back and watch the fish. But it rocks a lot more than the last one, so she's like a surfer when she first jumps up on it. I wonder what her reaction will be when it starts vibrating. I GOTTA figure out how to set up a home network. It's supposed to be as simple as running the network wizard, but it just isn't working for me. I'm burned out on politics. Maybe it's an extension of being burned out on work. It seems that it's just gotten so petty. The two Democrats snipe at each other for every misspoken word. Who cares if Obama got the name of the concentration camp wrong? You see one Nazi death camp, you've seen them all. Who cares if Hillary said something that could easily be misinterpreted as meaning someone wants Obama dead. Don't we all? And McCain is going to gentleman himself to death. He refuses to respond to any attack.I need a vacation. AND, I'M TAKING ONE! I've worked out my itenner, my itenerer, my schedule. I will get off work June 24th and check the cats into their luxurious hotel. Then, I hit the road the next day for Kulm, ND, where I will attend my 40th high school reunion on the 28th. My fellow classmates were in pretty bad shape at my 30th reunion, so I expect to be sitting at a table with 19 mummies this time around. The next day, I'll drive to Kewaunee, WI to visit my mom's grave and visit my sisters. Anyhoo, I should be back in town on July 9th to reclaim my cats. I'm thinking blogging will be spotty, since I don't know whether any of the places I'll be staying has Internet access. But for the last few months, blogging has been spotty anyway. I feel like a nice, cool salad. Talk later.

5 comments:

Ms.Green said...

Have a safe trip.

Nice story about the weapon. People are sometimes totally shocked to find out I carry. Women don't carry do they? Reeally?

First sign of trouble, they all get behind me.

Heh.

Trader Rick said...

OK, Spotty. Don't forget us entirely.

Anonymous said...

That's a very good respons line for why you carry.

That would probably be great video to watch Ginger surf the chair, as well as her reaction to when it vibrates the first time. Just make sure the lid is on the fish tank when you turn it on. If she's half as jumpy as Twix, she may land in the tank. :)

I'm with you on being tired of politics. I'm tired of my mind being boggled by the pettiness and hypocrisy. I need a vacation, too. Too bad I have jury duty instead! ;)

Mark said...

You don't LOOK like a salad.

Anonymous said...

Ha, Mark! That's the first thing that went through my mind when I read that line. (GMTA)

He is definitely nice, as well as cool, though! ;)