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Under the Weather

Experiencing some side effects from the past two days regime of osmo(bleh)prep (don't be fooled by the smiling woman) followed by colon(ugh)oscopy (am feeling some leftover mental muddiness resulting from demerol and versed - - by the way, if you have a colonoscopy and are given a choice, ask for fentanyl over demerol, unless you like the idea of being awake and feeling every twist and turn of the scope.  On a scale of 1-5 yeeeeows, I would give it a 4).

Will be back when the side effects clear.

I Know Just How He Feels

Oy

I could just whine from today until next Monday, and still not be finished.

Just one of those days. One of those weeks, actually.

Blah. Pleh. Feh.

Today's eye picture?  A black hole. 

My Thoughts on Raising Teenagers

AAAAaaaaaaRRRRRrrrrrrrGGGGGGGGGhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Grrr

I worked for over an hour and a half on a post, my laptop battery died, and I lost the whole darned thing.

Hey Now

I really resent the fact that they made me an "older Boomer." My big brother?  He's one of the older boomers. But me, on the other hand?  I'm nothing but a...a...baby boomer.

Ka-Boom

The sound of my head exploding. 

Oy, what a mess.  I'd better go clean it up.

The Worst Kind of Snow to Shovel

A layer of icy snow next to the ground, topped with a layer of wet, heavy snow, covered by a layer of crusted icy snow.

The Official UN Residence is on Occupied Land

A discussion has been taking place in comments here, in which the following piece of information about the official residence of the Secretary-General to the United Nations, located on Sutton Place in New York City, came to light:

What is now Sutton Place was once verdant land populated by Reekgawawanck Indians. link

Stolen! 

From the Indians!

Maybe they ought to give it back.

Maybe there ought to be a UN Resolution on it. 

Perhaps the UN ought to go censure itself.

Blehhhh

Dear fellow females,

A small request, if you don't mind: When you use a public toilet, or any other for that matter, could you please exert whatever effort is necessary to keep the seat dry for the next person who comes along? I must confess I can't imagine how you manage to urinate on the seat in the first place.  The hole seems large enough to accomodate even the most...um...er...unruly stream, one would think. Yet when I travel, I repeatedly find myself going from stall to stall trying to find a clean toilet, or else giving in in disgust and cleaning up for you.

This problem seems to be especially noticeable in airport bathrooms wherever I have traveled, and also in the rest stops lining the I-95 corridor between Washington DC and New York. One fantastic exception is at O'Hare in Chicago.  They have plastic seat covers which automatically slide into place with each new user. So hygenic.  So civilized.  Take a look:

Ladies, in the absence of this convenience, prior to leaving the rest room it would be ever so kind of you to take a quick glance at the seat, and if you have "missed," take some tissue and clean up after yourself.   

For crying-out-freaking-you-all-disgust- me-completely-you-know-who-you-are-loud.

Thanks so much,

Gail