What am I doing wrong???

Without power for the last few days, trying to get by with the aftermath of Wilma I pondered what I would write about when I could... My Dad is trying to reset all the clocks in the house. That should be enough said. My poor Mom. It's going to be a long night. And then we have to turn them back at 2 AM. Anyone got any aspirin? R-

This poor dog

For those who know me, you better sit down. I am dog sitting. Yep. I am watching a clients dog. And he is watching me. Ever heard it's like watching paint dry? I can truly said I have done so. But that is another entry. Jag is his name. A 4 year old boxer. Nick name Botox. Smart, cute, loving, well trained. Kind of what you want in a mate. Bored. This poor guy is bored to tears. When I had my fish, that was easy. Every morning you just looked to see they were all upright. Time to clean the tank, I just bought a bigger pump. If they didn't get along they never showed it. Trying to hold on was tuff enough. I have to entertain him. I did find that when we play tog of war I have cleaner floors. I just drag him around the house from one end to the other. The benefits are pretty good. My arms are looking good. And he goes down for a nap right after. Think he does windows? R-

no friends no mirror

With all the makeover shows, articles, and stylists around we should be seen as Earth, fashion planet. We can complete our transformation into fashion fabulasness in less then an hour on a budget of a dollar three eighty. In a nano second we can recreate a look so it's better then the very thing we want to copy. But no one seems to be watching. Because if they were we would know two things right of the bat. One, they have friends. Those are the people that will tell you if you look good or not. (check under glossary for fashion friend which is under construction at the moment) and two. These people own a full length mirror.

Hurry, send to three hundred in the next 3 seconds

When I die I am going to find that I have about $50,000 in rebates that were for some reason never sent to me. You know all the mail in rebates you are going to get? Then when you call to ask where is the rebate, your told oh that offer is no longer valid. Thankx. It only took me two hours to get to you. After I bribed someone for the secret telephone number. There are of course the almost lottery winnings that for some reason or another I didn't play the ticket that day. Like the $350,000 fantasy five where I had all the numbers, just didn't play. And now I see I will be receiving all the good luck I can handle in the after life because of all the send this to three hundred of you friends in the next three seconds and you will have good luck. (if I don't get killed by my friends for sending it, that's good luck) And what if I don't have any friends? After all I keep losing them one by one when I have to forward the chain letter. But I guess that is why you send it back to the person who sent it. I wonder what happens when it is just the two of you left? Do we get our friends back when we collect the checks that were really lost in the mail? Can someone tell me if I also get back all the download time I have wasted trying to get information that just doesn't help! R-

Entitlement

Entitlement. Seems like everyone these days is feeling it. Reminds me of when a client told me about her and her husband arguing with their son when he wanted to quit his job. He was feeling entitled to some time off. He had worked so hard for so long. After all he had paid his dues. Both parents stopped dead in their tracks. Then started to laugh. Laughed so hard they cried. Seems their son is 25. Guess that is one way to end an argument. Wonder if he can spell the word dues? Then he might be able to look it up.

Living in delusion on the banks of denial

How did I go from waking up every morning with the first thoughts of where should I go tonight? To waking up with toughs of should I get out of bed now and come back in twenty to get my knees? When did I trade my conversations of clubbing, dining and fashion, for doctors, grey hair and arthritis? Oh and try saying anything to my Mom and you'll hear, "that's nice, just wait". Thankx Mom. Luv you too... R-

Living in delusion on the banks of denial

This is the first of my entries. Not sure what I want to get out of this, or give really. Just creating a place to post silly shit. You know, the things that you scratch your head over. A place to say things that others are thinking, or not... Observations really. For instance, was I out of town when they changed the rule about slower traffic keep right? Now I find it to be slower traffic keep left. Far left. Right in front of Rick. And don't forget the self appointed road police. They are the drivers who don't let you go around them or the slow drivers. http://www.ricks-hair-andmakeup.info