So I've had this great little iPod shuffle in my possession, in it's original packaging—never opened—for 2 years. I never opened it because quite frankly I didn't know how to use it. The iPod was a gift from our branch manager at work. We all received one. I remember seeing the faces of the young people when they opened it...you would have thought they opened a box and found gold. I opened mine and said "wow...this is...great?"
Today I finally learned how to use it. I had to download iTunes first. That was an experience. The problem with me downloading software is that I never know if I'm doing something right or wrong. I finally got it together though and now I have all this great music on my iPod. I have a splendid schuffle of Moviola (John Barry), hors de prix, a film score by DePierre Salvadori (belongs to hubby) and The Last Waltz, and if you don't know about The Last Waltz and the last major concert honoring The Band, then I feel sorry for you. As a matter of fact I'm listening right now to Manchild (Muddy Waters) while I'm posting on my blog, and, as long as we're on the subject, I'd like to recommend the DVD (The Last Waltz).
Anyway, to make an already long and boring story short, I love my new (old) iPod Schuffle.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Blowing a Gale
March 13, 2010
It’s raining and blowing a gale outside. We were suppose to drive to Mt. Airy today for my mom’s 90th birthday celebration. My sister Eileen and my brother-in-law Gus are there from S. Carolina and my sister, Diane and my brother-in-law Peter and all the kids are going to be there (they live across the street from my mom). Anyway, Diane is making Lasagna. I was so looking forward to this little get-together because it’s not often that my mom has her 3 daughters and sons-in-law in the same room. My goodness there must be winds blowing at 40 mph out there and branches flying across my back lawn. I suppose that trying to drive in this weather and subsequently perishing on I-70 East would make for a lousy birthday present for my mom.
I just put on another pot of coffee and I’m sitting here on my lap top writing. My husband is running around feeding our cats. Polly is very finicky. Each day she has a preference as to what food she’ll eat. Unfortunately, she cannot verbalize this preference, so my husband opens up one can that our other cat Tommie has no problem with, and then finds that Polly won’t eat it. Then he opens another can of the food she didn’t like two days ago and she laps it right up. He’s complaining about the fact that we’re going through cat food like water and it’s starting to cost a lot of money. But he loves his little girls and money is no object.
Last week I told my husband that I thought we should bring Polly to the vet because she’s still too thin and hasn’t been gaining any weight. He thought I was over-reacting, since Polly had just been to the vet less than a month ago and the vet said she was fine. Well, I told him that I didn’t think she was fine and that she needs a blood test to check her thyroid. So he made an appointment and brought her in last Monday. When I got home he told me the vet examined Polly again and that from appearances Polly looked good. Her coat is beautiful. Her eyes are clear. Her ears are good and she didn’t have any lumps or bruises anywhere to speak of. The blood work they could do there at the vet’s office was perfect—no elevated levels of anything. However, the thyroid test had to be sent out to the lab and we’d have to wait for that. I told him “mark my words, there is something going on with that cat.” Sure enough on Wednesday the vet called and Polly has Hyper Thyroid ISM and needs the medication Tapazole, which is the same medication Tommie is on for the same thing. The vet said to him: “tell your wife…good call”. The moral of this story: never second guess the mommy.
It’s raining and blowing a gale outside. We were suppose to drive to Mt. Airy today for my mom’s 90th birthday celebration. My sister Eileen and my brother-in-law Gus are there from S. Carolina and my sister, Diane and my brother-in-law Peter and all the kids are going to be there (they live across the street from my mom). Anyway, Diane is making Lasagna. I was so looking forward to this little get-together because it’s not often that my mom has her 3 daughters and sons-in-law in the same room. My goodness there must be winds blowing at 40 mph out there and branches flying across my back lawn. I suppose that trying to drive in this weather and subsequently perishing on I-70 East would make for a lousy birthday present for my mom.
I just put on another pot of coffee and I’m sitting here on my lap top writing. My husband is running around feeding our cats. Polly is very finicky. Each day she has a preference as to what food she’ll eat. Unfortunately, she cannot verbalize this preference, so my husband opens up one can that our other cat Tommie has no problem with, and then finds that Polly won’t eat it. Then he opens another can of the food she didn’t like two days ago and she laps it right up. He’s complaining about the fact that we’re going through cat food like water and it’s starting to cost a lot of money. But he loves his little girls and money is no object.
Last week I told my husband that I thought we should bring Polly to the vet because she’s still too thin and hasn’t been gaining any weight. He thought I was over-reacting, since Polly had just been to the vet less than a month ago and the vet said she was fine. Well, I told him that I didn’t think she was fine and that she needs a blood test to check her thyroid. So he made an appointment and brought her in last Monday. When I got home he told me the vet examined Polly again and that from appearances Polly looked good. Her coat is beautiful. Her eyes are clear. Her ears are good and she didn’t have any lumps or bruises anywhere to speak of. The blood work they could do there at the vet’s office was perfect—no elevated levels of anything. However, the thyroid test had to be sent out to the lab and we’d have to wait for that. I told him “mark my words, there is something going on with that cat.” Sure enough on Wednesday the vet called and Polly has Hyper Thyroid ISM and needs the medication Tapazole, which is the same medication Tommie is on for the same thing. The vet said to him: “tell your wife…good call”. The moral of this story: never second guess the mommy.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
My Husband's Birthday
Today is my husband’s birthday. I was awake at 5:00 am and got up to put Mrs. Smith’s apple pie in the oven. It was so nice of her to prepare it for me since I don’t do pies. Originally I bought it for tonight’s after dinner dessert. But yesterday he told me that he would rather have it with his morning coffee. It’s a special occasion, so that was fine. It’s his birthday and if that’s what he wants, that’s what he gets.
While the pie was in the oven I got the coffee ready and then I cleaned the litter boxes (he usually does that). I was hoping he’d sleep through all this commotion so I could surprise him with everything being ready and all, but he got up. I gave him a happy b-day kiss and told him to go back to bed. But he didn’t. He proceeded with his morning routine of refreshing Tomasina and Pollyanna’s water dishes (our cats) and getting their breakfast ready.
When the pie was done we had to let it sit for 30 minutes. So we sat and had our 1st cup of coffee and watched the spring is almost here sun come up. We talked about the movie we had seen last night, The Hurt Locker. It’s up for an academy award so he wanted to see it before the Oscar ceremony tonight. The Academy Award ceremony is to my husband what the Super Bowl is to my brother-in-law. He’ll watch it from beginning to end. Now tonight should be interesting since he’s not a big fan of Alec Baldwin, and Alec Baldwin is hosting it with Steve Martin. But, he’ll watch it anyway. As for me I like Alec Baldwin. He went to my high school and as my brother-in-law tells it hung around with his younger brother, Jimmy, way back when. I wouldn't know because I was 6 years older than Alec Baldwin and already graduated high school before he even got there. We all grew up in Massapequa on Long Island.
Anyway, getting back to The Hurt Locker. It was good but depressing. It wasn’t the best war movie I’ve seen, but it did make me think of how insane this war is and wonder why we’re even over there fighting. It would be nice if the folks in the Middle East fought their own battles. I have a gut feeling it’s all about the oil anyway. But who am I to say whether the war is wrong or right. What do I really know about anything. I only have my opinion for what it’s worth, and unless my opinion is educated (in this case politically) and informed (following the news reports) it’s worth squat. What I do know is that our soldiers are heroes and I can’t wait for all of them to come home where it’s safe.
The movie my husband really liked this year was Inglorious Bastards. It is certainly a memorable movie. I liked it but was stunned by it as well. I found it very violent and I’m not a big fan of violent movies. I’m more of a science fiction, fantasy, romantic comedy and old black and white movie person. Anyway, he really liked Inglorious Bastards and has seen it 3 or 4 times already. And I can recall the word masterpiece coming out of his mouth when talking about it. I know he’ll be rooting for it to win best picture.
After our apple pie breakfast we took a nice long walk. Then I went to church and hubby stayed home. It’s 2:36 pm now and in one-half our I have to start dinner. I don’t usually cook, but I’m cooking today because it’s a special birthday dinner. Chow Mien. But before I go and do that I have to finish and post this blog entry. I’m going to try to post one every weekend. After all, why have a blog if you’re not going to spend time in there.
While the pie was in the oven I got the coffee ready and then I cleaned the litter boxes (he usually does that). I was hoping he’d sleep through all this commotion so I could surprise him with everything being ready and all, but he got up. I gave him a happy b-day kiss and told him to go back to bed. But he didn’t. He proceeded with his morning routine of refreshing Tomasina and Pollyanna’s water dishes (our cats) and getting their breakfast ready.
When the pie was done we had to let it sit for 30 minutes. So we sat and had our 1st cup of coffee and watched the spring is almost here sun come up. We talked about the movie we had seen last night, The Hurt Locker. It’s up for an academy award so he wanted to see it before the Oscar ceremony tonight. The Academy Award ceremony is to my husband what the Super Bowl is to my brother-in-law. He’ll watch it from beginning to end. Now tonight should be interesting since he’s not a big fan of Alec Baldwin, and Alec Baldwin is hosting it with Steve Martin. But, he’ll watch it anyway. As for me I like Alec Baldwin. He went to my high school and as my brother-in-law tells it hung around with his younger brother, Jimmy, way back when. I wouldn't know because I was 6 years older than Alec Baldwin and already graduated high school before he even got there. We all grew up in Massapequa on Long Island.
Anyway, getting back to The Hurt Locker. It was good but depressing. It wasn’t the best war movie I’ve seen, but it did make me think of how insane this war is and wonder why we’re even over there fighting. It would be nice if the folks in the Middle East fought their own battles. I have a gut feeling it’s all about the oil anyway. But who am I to say whether the war is wrong or right. What do I really know about anything. I only have my opinion for what it’s worth, and unless my opinion is educated (in this case politically) and informed (following the news reports) it’s worth squat. What I do know is that our soldiers are heroes and I can’t wait for all of them to come home where it’s safe.
The movie my husband really liked this year was Inglorious Bastards. It is certainly a memorable movie. I liked it but was stunned by it as well. I found it very violent and I’m not a big fan of violent movies. I’m more of a science fiction, fantasy, romantic comedy and old black and white movie person. Anyway, he really liked Inglorious Bastards and has seen it 3 or 4 times already. And I can recall the word masterpiece coming out of his mouth when talking about it. I know he’ll be rooting for it to win best picture.
After our apple pie breakfast we took a nice long walk. Then I went to church and hubby stayed home. It’s 2:36 pm now and in one-half our I have to start dinner. I don’t usually cook, but I’m cooking today because it’s a special birthday dinner. Chow Mien. But before I go and do that I have to finish and post this blog entry. I’m going to try to post one every weekend. After all, why have a blog if you’re not going to spend time in there.
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