Finger prints for the FBI and to see...

Who I really am? Do any of us know that? A man of thirty-four thought that he knew that he was adopted but found out that he was first kidnapped and then he was adopted when just a baby… by that age graduation program or some such new fangled app. That showed him as an older child and he recognized himself. But alas my fingerprints via a now a way too long saga were taken by the new techno system that I was informed was not really that new that 15K conundrum machine… and it kept saying that my prints weren’t good enough! This time the other woman Kathleen did it and conferred with the other gal Betty who knew too how to operate the machine but it must be me, I kept saying. They insisted that it had happened before and that it wasn’t me. Now I ask you if it wasn’t me and it wasn’t the machine than why they were making it not work; I ask you hmm. To me it seems counterproductive, but I am just a layman not a professional finger-printer woman… In a day or two I will find out if they will have to take me into custody or let me roam free. Gosh, I hear in the BIG HOUSE, you get free food, cable TV and medical care and Geez… I did it, whatever they find out I will confess to! Too good to pass up…KIDDING folks! I am as innocent as the day is long next month on the summer solstice, but I can dream can’t I? Again, a joke. This is America and we take very good care of our incarcerated peeps, since I do believe it is the law. It’s the elderly and infirm that we are still trying to figure out what to do with… sad, but true. Treatment unless in an excellent nursing home is iffy to say the least, and they’re laws to protect that too, as in our child protective services systems that unfortunately have too many fall through the cracks and end up dead or missing…laws can also cause delays… but most are needed; definitely no joke. Rambling tonight due to again experimenting with my shoulder that also flunked the maneuverability test and is slowly but surely reaching the painful point of no return. Oh why don’t I get some medication or do something to help myself, well dear sweet readership, I did. And you know what none of the usually prescribed or over the counter meds I can take because they do not co-exist with the others that I already take to keep me alive! And so I must stop this, which seems to aggravate it more so, and use some moist compresses that seem to help temporarily. It is a common symptom of the Multiple Sclerosis and is one of the many that is NO FUN! And so to be another shorty delightful night, allow me to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly to count your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

How do you get rid of...

My immediate concern is all the SPAM that comes in like clockwork daily? It has been happening for years, with offers that make me blush and things that I really don’t need. I just wonder why all these sites chose me, ya know. I have never once mentioned that I had a male sexual organ that needed to grow larger or that I wanted any sexy women of all different ethnicity or do I care to have my Hubby to have them, and far as the other item mentioned, none of your business, so there! Free this and that’s are mine for the asking and clicking on and gosh I won things I never ever entered a contest to win! And no I did not play the lottery in a faraway land or near one either! Thankfully, all my dollars are earmarked for non gambling concepts that are tangible to Hubby and me to eat or look at or wear, or hold onto, got that? Dejevu again, it’s as if I visit this annoyance fairly often, or at least a few times a year; I suspect. The only way I seem to take care of this problem is to not open them and just delete them, what do the rest of you do? My life is rather simple compared to many… although, my health issues that I am sure that no one would ever care to emulate. And that’s another thing that I hate is the ones that come in with the way to cure my ills, i.e. is in some cases as just mind over matter or secret healthful methods, usually supplements or gosh praying to the proper deity! I am tired of these people thinking they know what I should do. I do what has been proven methods to work, and that does not mean I stop trying for new ways to help myself it just means I do not believe in Charlatans who proclaim miracles! Perhaps, this blog has brought on some of the SPAM and Facebook too, could be a bit responsible. Playing dominoes online I am more than sure has been a cause and a clutterer some of this misfeasance! I will possibly be removing my email address from most things, except the ones I want for people who I care about to access. Sounds complicated, maybe not. But what would you do? To top this all off, my shoulder is definitely not cooperating again it is acting up, pain is causing me to once again bid you all a very early good night and to ask you all to count those blessings and share those overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? Gosh, and I thought I was all better, one never knows, does one, hmm?

Inside a private conversation...

You are happy? That's good, glad to hear it. I guess you were feeling better this morning and your days is going great. Enjoy :) For you; not me. I am fine until on this thing and then I am in pain again. So short replies I thought would be better.:-) I guess not. PS You were not the only one I was elaborating with my conversations to yesterday, they're three others! One is a woman a couple of years older than us with MS, originally from NY, actually, Long Island, and she now lives in Fort Lauderdale, a FB friend for the last couple of years; she was very depressed since she feels some days very badly as we all do with this albatross around our necks. The other was another young gal of 37 that lives in Texas who survived Leukemia and has had MS right along, she is very uplifting and positive and I wanted her to talk to the other one so I suggested they talk to each other and become FB friends and so they did. And the last one I found out was an FB friend of mine from Australia who thought she was talking to a different person with my name, but we started chatting anyway she was helping the other the person with my name in some way, which I was not quite clear on. But she enjoyed reading my About, me and talking too. Now I have once again ouched myself into I don't know what...sorry about this, and 'complaining'... and all this other junk... We did go out most of the day and I got two dresses for work one from Marshall's and the other a two piece from Sam's club! The gas there is down to 3.74.9, the best price around; we ate at TGIF and stopped at Walmart and Target too. We needed chlorine and Sam's again had the best deal, and so we got it there, and strawberries were now two pounds for $3.98 and so we bought some more! Ta da! OUCHY!

Tonight, I will give you a break...since...

All my writing ability has been used up on messaging people I care about most of today and my right shoulder has suffered in that process of… not resting it… and my right hand is presently swollen. I did try a short stint as a lefty, but it didn’t work very well… So hopefully, tomorrow I will be better, since this shoulder thingy is keeping me from sleeping too! As so many things do… Good night to all and you all know the rest; if not read all my previous blog endings since I am a creature of habit.

When we ask questions of people do we always hear/listen to their answers?

In conversations that I keep trying to figure out, have you found when being the asker or the asked do you listen to the answer to the question set into motion by yours or the other party’s request? Now, this is a touchy subject because most will say if they are discussing something of importance of course they do and will…but in small talk I do not believe that many people really listen to one another, could I be onto something here or just blowing smoke into the wind? Actually, I will answer my own question as if you asked it of me, and I will say NO! Some may believe that is rather harsh… but the truth can be that way, and to that I say GROW UP! We went to the Home and Garden Show at our local Charlotte Harbor Events and Conference Center in River City AKA Punta Gorda, today and the same displays were there from local or semi-local venders from all over the tri-county or more area. In my mind I wanted to see something new and inventive, but alas it was nothing like the ones the networks show in major cities, but to be fair I should know better since we go every year. No, it was not disappointing at all, they all were very happy to try to get your attention except for a few that annoyed me… they ignored me as if I were not there at all. Not nice, and I rode, faster on my blue beauty as I passed just insolence, since they hurt my feelings being that I was not accosted by these hawkers of their modern day wares to sell to anyone who may buy them, but me? I was dressed appropriately in my denim dress and white blouse atop it with my Beall’s stone jewelry on each ear and necklace too. Many don’t know that it is an outlet product, but I am a great shopper. A jeweler once told me that she could not make it for what I paid for it, and that she liked it every much and so I have good taste too with built in shop-ability! Any-who, listening, to people is where I was heading, but our day was actually only about and hour and half at the show and then lunch at Dean’s South of the Border restaurant we had tasty morsels of Mexican food which is becoming harder to find on their menu, it appears they have just as much American cuisine…! The day did prove to be very warm and we had to park in Osh Kosh, my reference to faraway, although our sons did wear that brand as toddlers… the reason I mentioned this is Because I left my cooling vest in the car but rode fast to the entrance while Hubby understood and thought I should wear the vest, but it was borderline hot, and so I declined. Lately, I have been getting what almost looks like frost bite on my exposed skin from when the cold touches it and so I will have to figure that one out… Oh yes, LISTENING! I am still working on that and we did bump into our new neighbors’ from across the canal to the right of the Canadian ones that left to go home and this year I was sort of happy about that… These new neighbors are year round ones and originally from Las Vegas. Hubby has been talking to the woman’s Hubby and I did not remember them from the get together a while back…oh well, but they were friendly. I must be the one and only person who doesn’t listen so well? But I am seriously working on that as we all should… Sadly, my shoulders are not any better and it has been quite difficult writing again this evening, if I didn’t love this writing out loud thingy so much I sure wouldn’t torture my body as I am doing and so on this self misery of stupidity…allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Ole chum and Miss Clara have arrived home with Larry (the dog) safe and sound...

The surgery was done yesterday with two stents installed in dear sweet ninety-one year old Miss Clara. Next week additional surgery will be done too. Dear ole buddy was just happy to be home with her Mom and her dear canine pal, Larry. Dear ole chum was also thrilled to see the shuttle Enterprise going overhead in NYC while they were there to see it arriving at its new home on the Hudson. How jaded us Floridians became shortly after the beginning of the program with taking all those flights for granted and then on January 28th 1986, the day after my Father's 79th birthday, our wake-up call, when the Challenger exploded shortly after take-off, things changed…We never ever took those majestic birds flights for granted ever again. We lived on the east coast of Florida from August of 1986 until January of 1995 and we were only one house from A1A the Ocean Shore Blvd. We were literarily less than six hundred feet from the Atlantic Ocean there. And when any shuttle took off all we had to do was walk up to the corner of our street Ocean Terrace and Ocean Shore Blvd and we got a great birds-eye view at all those take-offs of the shuttle missions… Here in south west Florida our view was considerably not as clear, due to our angle, but the supersonic noise could give you a big surprise if you didn’t realize what it was, not to mention the big lightening type glow that we could see when the ship would take off… Then Columbia on February 1, 2003 on re-entry, disintegrated, and more devastation… and then we Americans became concerned about the program. I sure hope that isn’t the reason it stopped, I truly believe it was a sign of the downturn in the economy, like so much else. But private enterprise has taken over and some will have the time and money to do whatever they want with the way they want the program for men and women to travel into space once more… and where to, an era has ended, but many of these majestic ships have roosted in fine locations all of these United States. Copy and paste to see for yourself their future or already landed retirement locations: http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/04/13/uk-space-shuttles-idUSLNE73C02H20110413 Tangents, I seem to go off on them regularly, but that is the way stream of consciousness works the best, my writing style and sadly my thinking and talking way too! Moving on… Tonight, and today we were back into our normal weather temperatures of high eighties, dare I say though, for a good part of this week the weather was downright cool if not cold on some mornings, a few in the fifties and I think one even in the forties, Geez if it wasn’t for us warming into the seventies we would have thought, Gosh I have no idea, oh yeah that we were up north again! I hate to tell you this but, in my heart I do know that you will understand if I quit early tonight due to my right shoulder causing me quite a bit of pain right now and so, let me just say for you to have a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all or your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

FBI and finger prints... what do they have in common?

And so if any one is keeping track, yesterday morning, I was accepted to become a volunteer for the free clinic. In recent years it seems that wasn’t necessary at least I never before recall having to do that but now even to volunteer one must be finger printed and in turn that is how you are checked out by the FBI data base, and for some reason, beyond my knowledge and the health department’s fine finger printing machine... You know the one, the fifteen thousand dollar high tech one, well; my little fingers did not register! Now, I wonder when they said that when we get older our circulation doesn’t stream down to our extremities as well as it should. And the sweet woman, Betty, who took my finger prints felt that due to the machines buzzing each time that she could override it and just keep trying, which due to a high tolerance for patience that gal did continue, but apparently to no avail! But even with what I told you all yesterday about her difficulty factor with my itsy bitsy finger tips not apparently showing up I have been asked for a return try at attaining this vital information to make sure that I am on the up and up and that I am no criminal, hmm? (Gosh, I tried to do my Nixon impersonation, but you can’t hear me!) I can see if you are dealing with people in all situations that it is a worthwhile concept to verify who they are asking to help out, but I was told I would be working with another woman as her assistant in a back room mostly with attaining how-to info to acquire help to help patients get the medical aid that they need, not actually working with the people themselves… but as we all know it is better to be safe instead of sorry, but I know I am safe, and now they have to, too! Although, since I did not have any introductory information on what I will be doing yet, it is definitely a supposition on my part… not an assumption, aha, got ya! In a way… it is sort of nice to think that I still have a delicate part to my body, yes, even if it is just my finger tips. Rather than thinking I have a circulatory issue or even that my Multiple Sclerosis has anything to do with it, since I do have numbness there as well as other parts of me, who knows...! At least now I can go back with my social security card that I had forgotten last time too, all I had was my picture I.D. which had replaced my driver’s license from last year. I think the fingerprint machine is shared though with all the offices in the county, since they only have it at ours on one day a week, and so that is when I was asked to make my return trip. Of course, I said sure, what would you say? It just threw me when the woman who does the test said that there was a problem with my fingerprints… sounds ominous to you too, I bet! So the pause was pregnant and I almost thought that my avulsion injury to my thumb last September got my fingerprints mixed up with a known felon’s? Kidding, most of my fingers have gone through the mill due to cooking, having a restaurant and a family too and gardening incidents and accidents in my other life, meaning more wellness life of an action type lifestyle. Any-who, she just said that the compression was too light and did not register properly, as heavy as I have become all over the rest of me it was kinda nice to hear that one part was too light, bud dump, bum! BIG SMILE HERE! So on that little bit of intrigue into my not too exciting life, stay tuned for by next week we will learn if I am an okay choice to volunteer that will be FBI approved by sometime next week I suppose, or not…:-0 Wouldn’t that be something, me being wanted for something other than trying hard to live and write and entertain and inform here nightly with sharing…oh my and a giant oh wait to see what we may see…mystery is my middle name, or was for a very short time a few years really if that…anyway, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all your overages and we will too! And next time please be here or be square, ya hear? PS No info on Miss Clara yet as soon as I know I will pass that info on to all of you, today was her surgery and ye ole chum has not reported back yet… but soon I do hope.