Armadillo

Posted in animal, general weirdness on January 18, 2011 by Nada

This stuffed armadillo was in the window of a realtor in the Mission District in San Francisco. The realtor has some stuffed turtles too posed in his window. I’m filing this under “General Weirdness” because that’s where this picture belongs.

Farmers Blimp

Posted in Oakland, San Francisco, travel on January 16, 2011 by Nada

Farmers blimp is our local blimp cabbie. Not cheap, but then who knows the bargain price for blimp transportation these days. Blimps are odd to begin with, but here’s some weird news of an unexplained blimp accident and missing crew. That is odd on odd, if you ask me. Blimp. Accident. Missing crew. Someone call a news crew, except it’s 1942, AND a blimp. Not something really relevant to today’s society or any sort of main means of transportation. But, here’s another partial fact (and partial half baked deal from my brain). One of my best friend’s fathers used to be a dirigible pilot in the armed forces. I’ve forgotten which branch. Then, he became a dentist.

Umm, so I’m supposed to be packing. Looks like the house deal is closing. We are leaving. Soon. Movers are coming on Tuesday for an estimate. They are some Irish lads and hopefully, will help us. I hope they are a lot of help because you can see what I’m doing. Goofing off.

Pack Rat

Posted in general weirdness on January 15, 2011 by Nada

I like to think of the Big Guy as a pack rat, a big one, who likes to hoard weird pieces of TV and stereo equipment in our garage. I like to think of myself as a minimalist, a neat and tidy person, essentially junkless. BUT – all that stuff you see in this picture was stuffed in my closet. It is all now at Goodwill.

And the Big Guy? He doesn’t have anything stuffed on his side of the closet. It’s clean as a whistle. Some Southern saying applies here, like “People living in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones” or maybe “Pack rats should check their closets first before labeling spouses.”

The Little Dog, and other mess

Posted in animal, health on January 13, 2011 by Nada

The Little Dog figured out today the Big Dog was gone – for good. She searched the house and the yard, and then she took it out on us. She wouldn’t stay in the office with us, and she refused to let the Big Guy touch her when he came home. So, we tried to buy our way back into the Little Dog’s heart with car rides and a trip to the village pet store for special treats. Hard to tell if the Little Dog can be bribed though. I’ve never tried it. I’ve been pretty intolerant of her shenanigans throughout the years. The Big Dog was the only one who put up with them.

And in more good news (sarcasm here) I got my annual MRI this morning to check on my brain tumor remnant. I always ask for a copy of the films so I can look at them at home, and it looks like the little f’er has grown since last year. It’s now the size of an M&M, and in one of the shots it looks like part of my brain is totally missing. WTF? From the years past MRIs, it looked like brain filled in the spot where the tumor had been, but on this one shot of this MRI from today, it looks like vacuous space where the tumor had been. Say it. Go ahead – Air Head. Skip all the blond jokes, just go straight for – no brain matter where there should be. Holy Moly Jesus de Virgin Mary of Oakland. Imagine my face when I saw that film.

“Hey, Honey, can you come back in the office a minute? I want to show you my MRI from this morning. Part of my brain has departed for Buenos Aires. Can we call the border patrol? How do we get it back?”

So, I printed the M&M and the Buenos Aires vacationing brain shots. I have an appointment with my GP to talk to him about how I’ve not been taking my cholesterol medicine. I’ll show him those shots and see what he has to say for himself, which will probably be, “I’m not a radiologist or a neurologist, and you should let them read those films.”

Dog Gone

Posted in animal on January 12, 2011 by Nada

We put the Big Dog down this morning. She had lived 16 months past her cancer diagnosis. She couldn’t get up last night, and was struggling badly. I would say we went a couple of days too long except she still wanted to eat breakfast this morning se we gave her chicken. She’s the sweetest dog I ever knew.

A cat will be considered…

Posted in general weirdness on January 8, 2011 by Nada

I’ve looked at so many home rental ads, I’ve begun to wonder about sentences like, “A cat will be considered.” How will it be considered? Hmmm? As a replacement for dog. As a furry animal? As an alien?

And then, we went to one of the bigger apartment complexes today in San Bruno to talk to them about renting a 3 bedroom. I could hear the dum-dum-dum of someone’s speakers in the unit below, vibrating the floor and the walls of where we were standing. When I looked out the window of the unit, I saw someone else’s balcony filled with trash.

“Is that allowed?” I asked the salesperson, pointing to the plastic bags, bottles, and just stuff that here in Oakland we could contact blight about.

“We fine her every month for that,” she said. “And she pays the fine.”

So that’s how it is there. Garbage on the balcony is permitted if you want to pay $250 per month, and you can blow your speakers in the middle of the day if you want regardless of the neighbors.

Kind of reminds me of what my brother said about our private high school. “They take the money so they have to take the crap.” He was referring, of course, to our parents money paying the high school and he was referring, of course, to our crap bestowed on the place. There at Nameless Large Apartment Complex That Pretends to Have Rules and Regulation, I guess you can do whatever you damn well please, if you pay them. And you can pay online too.

What were you thinking?

Posted in accident, general weirdness on January 4, 2011 by Nada

No matter how funny you think it might be to watch the garbage disposal grind up a full sized cucumber, don’t try it. After the sink backed up, my father’s voice echoed in my memory with his chronic post disaster question, “What were you thinking?” His other (in)famous question was “Why’dya do it?” I did it, Dad, because I thought it would be funny, and it was – for a minute, but not so much after the Big Guy and I had to take the drainpipes apart. And then, I tried to deflect the blame.
Me: This is your fault, yanno. You can’t but onion skins down a disposal.
The Big Guy (looking in the stopped up sink): THE WATER’S ALL GREEN. You think this was onion skins?

.. a few moments later…
The Big Guy: (while fishing gak out of the dismantled pipe from underneath the sink) This. This here. Isn’t this the pink organic sticker from that cucumber in the crisper?
Me: Maybe.

Hard day at the ranch yesterday with that incident, and I broke a bowl in the morning, and it wasn’t that black one of kind Tina Turner bowl from her concert. It was part of a set from Crate and Barrel. After the bowl and the sink, I took the ornaments off our lemon tree and broke one of those.

And, this is the biggest “What was I thinking?” The Fuzzy Blanket (that’s its real name) from Target. I read the reviews before I bought. The woman who one starred it, said something to the effect, “This blanket sheds more than anything I have ever seen. It sheds more than a shetland pony in summertime. It is going to shed until it consumes itself shedding.” I had to have it, so I bought the teal one, and the woman was right. I have teal pills all over my house. I found a big one the size of a button in the shower yesterday. I have some stuck to my fleece right now that I’m wearing. I finally complained to the Big Guy.
Me: This blanket is a mess. Look at his house – teal pills all over it.
The Big Guy: You wanna to take it back?
Me: No.
The Big Guy: You want me to take it to the laundry and see if he can fix it?
Me: No. I can’t stand those chemicals.
The Big Guy: What do you want to do then?
I shrugged at that point because actually what I wanted to do was to try to stuff that binkie down the garbage disposal. I didn’t think the Big Guy would see the humor in my statement just at that moment. Maybe later though. Much later as in a year from now.

Today I think I might try and hold the blanket down and vacuum it with my new vacuum. I’m still thinking about that because I just got the vacuum back from the repair shop. I broke the retractable cord on it. Roger at the shop had this to say about that:
Roger: First one of these we’ve ever had come in for repair.