No Brainer Post

Today it’s easy to think of a subject to write about.

Veterans.

Go thank one.

Blown Chance

Normally, I try to keep a close eye on Amazon’s Gold Box deals.  I’ve scored some great buys, including the entire M*A*S*H series (complete with a bonus DVD of the original movie), plus some Wii games, a bluetooth headset and other fun stuff.

But I was out running errands and keeping appointments this morning, so I missed my big shot at their deal on Windows Vista.

Oh, wait.  I’ve sworn that if I have to buy a new computer before they replace Vista, it will be a Mac.

Less Than Fond Memories

So far as I can recall, I’ve only had the flu twice.  The first time was when I was in the 4th grade, which would have been in the late 60s.  All I really remember is that it’s the only time I ever missed three days of school in a row.  I suspect I ate a lot of Lipton’s chicken noodle soup, which was the home remedy of choice in our family.

Back when HS was in second grade (moving up to the early 90s), he came down with a nasty case of strep.  A day or two after he’d been diagnosed and put on antibiotics, I got sick.  I couldn’t remember when I’d felt worse.  I went to my doctor, confident I’d have a positive strep culture and get some lovely drugs.

It was not to be.  “You have the flu,” she said.  “Lots of people will say they have it when they don’t, but you really do.”  And the usual advice to get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids.

I dragged myself home and put myself to bed.  The next morning, I still felt awful.  I was able to get up long enough to ascertain that HS was ambulatory.  So I put him on the school bus, knowing there was no way I could take care of a 7 year old for the day (my memory is shaky on why Mr. B wasn’t available for parental duty, but apparently he either couldn’t miss work that day or was out of town).

HS and I both survived.  It was only later that I learned that he had fallen asleep at his desk that day for about 2 hours.  Thank heavens for an understanding teacher who figured he needed the sleep more than he needed to hear what she was teaching.

All of which is leading up to the fact that when one of my employers was offering free flu shots to staff. I decided to go for it.  I got my first ever flu shot today.  BD had the flu mist a couple of weeks ago.  Mr. B was a little hesitant till I informed him that if he chose not to get the shot and actually came down with the flu, we were not going to nurse him through it.  So let’s hope they picked the right flu strain when they made this year’s vaccines!

Unity

I was tagged by my friend Annie (who was tagged by another blogger who was tagged by another blogger) to write about unity.  Since I’m blogging every day for Nablopomo, I’ll take any ideas I can get!

I truly hope that as a country we can become more united.  Election campaigns are designed to divide us.  It seems that many people have moved so far to the right or left that there is little hope left for meeting in the middle.  I don’t discuss politics on this blog, mostly because long ago I learned to describe my political self as a “flaming moderate.”  I have since realized that I lean more to one side of center on most issues, but that doesn’t mean I blast those who lean (or bend over backwards the other way).

Both candidates made gracious, unity-oriented speeches on Tuesday night.  I’m always a little skeptical of such speeches after all the finger-pointing during the campaign, but let’s take a cue from them and try to put aside our differences as we deal with the many crises facing our nation and world.

I’m not much of a tagger, but if you have something to say on the subject of unity, I’d love to hear it!  Tell me, and I can add an update with a link to your post.

Trapped!

No, not me.  But a lady I met at Costco today almost was.

She was behind me in line at the snack bar (I can’t resist a 59 cent fountain Diet Coke).  She suddenly realized that she had lost the receipt for her purchases.  The receipt that you MUST show at the exit so they can make sure you have everything you paid for (really, that’s what the sign says).  “They won’t let me out of here!” she said, only half jokingly.

I pointed out that there are worse places to be stuck.  After all, Costco has mattresses, plenty of food, TVs, books and a restroom.  She’d be a lot better off than that guy Charlie was when he got stuck on the MTA.

She found her receipt before she bought her drink, so I assume they let her out after all.

Too Soon!

As I’ve mentioned before, Mr. B was my first and only boyfriend.  I met him when I was 23.

At a recent middle school football game, BD walked by a group of football moms and some waved at her.

“This is embarrassing,” she muttered.  “I’ve gone out* with all of their sons.”

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It Could Have Been Worse

HS called late last night to discuss the election returns.  And to share some personal news with us.

I had answered the phone, so Mr. B only heard my end of the conversation.

“Oh, no!  You’re kidding!  Who would do a thing like that?”

“How did you get home?”

“Did they just take the tires or the wheels, too?”

So while I was bemoaning the fact that someone had stolen the wheels off of Mr. B’s bike (temporarily in HS’s custody and locked up outside a friend’s house for the evening), Mr. B was freaking out as he thought that HS’s car had been stripped.

Let Your Voice Be Heard

Mr. B, HS and I were at the polls early this morning.  Not at 6 when they opened (with a line starting to wrap around the building, according to one of the poll workers), but early enough that we went out to breakfast afterward.  Our check came to $17.76, which we found quite appropriate.

Our precinct is fairly small, so there weren’t many people ahead of us and we didn’t have to wait long to vote. Still, I passed on my suggestion that those few of us who bother to come out for the primary could be given a FastPass so we could jump to the head of the line in the general election.  I didn’t notice the worker writing it down, so I won’t hold my breath.

My fellow Americans, get out there and do your civic duty!  If you need an extra incentive, Starbucks is giving a free tall brewed coffee today to anyone who votes.

Getting With the Times

While I’m not a big fan of “springing ahead” to Daylight Savings TIme, I do love that extra hour of sleep when we “fall back.”  So Saturday night, I was a busy lady, setting the kitchen clock back.  The oven clock.  The microwave clock.  I didn’t bother with the VCR, which is old school and reset itself last weekend so we let it run an hour behind for a week.

Then I went upstairs and reset the clocks in HS’s room and the guest room.  We have a fairly new clock radio in our room, but after a little fiddling, I figured out how to reset that one, too.  It has a date feature as well, and since it was after midnight, I had to change the date back to November 1.

Perhaps the date thing should have been a clue that this clock is smarter than I am.  When I woke up Sunday morning, it had reset itself, and was now an extra hour behind.

What do you suppose the chances are that I will remember NOT to reset it next spring so I don’t lose two hours of much-needed beauty sleep?

Thought for the Day

If you’re planning to take your teenage daughter clothes shopping after church, you might want to wear something other than those 2 1/2″ inch heels that you only wear on rare occasions for short spells (preferably seated).  Otherwise, your feet may scream so loudly that by the end of the afternoon, you’re wearing your daughter’s flip flops with your nice church outfit.