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Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bitch. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Rain! What a pain!


Most folks do not like the rain,
In fact, they think it sucks.
I think NO ONE likes the rain,
Except, perhaps, for ducks.



“Never run in the rain with your socks on.”
― Billie Joe Armstrong

What did Santa Claus’s wife say during a thunderstorm?
Come and look at the rain, dear.

What kind of umbrella does the Queen of England carry on a rainy day?
A wet one

Why do mother kangaroos hate rainy days?
Because then the children have to play inside

There was a communist named Rudolph. One day he looked out the window and said, “It looks like a storm is coming.” “No it isn t,” said his wife. “Besides, how would you know?” “Because,” he responded, “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”


I think that maybe the rain has rotted my brain!





Hmmmmm... I just found a reason for hope!

Friday, November 4, 2011

bison meat

Susan Craft and I went to Teds Montana Grill fot dinner last night. It is the restaurant stared by Ted Turner. They have lots of dishes featuring bison meat. They also have a great big, dirty, hairy buffalo head hanging on the wall. That really grossed me out. Seafood restaurants often have big, dead fish hanging on the wall, but they don't have dead cows that watch you while you eat hanging on the wall in steak places' Yeech!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Just ignore me

Rainy, rainy day today, which tends to put me in a foul mood
because I feel stuck in this stupid old folks home.

You know, the really difficult problem about being here is that nobody listens to a damned thing I say, and, if they do, they don't take what I say to be the definative answer. They are used to negotiating with "the family" of the residents. Residents don't make decisions or make demands about their own care, "the family" does. Much creedence is given to the desires of "the family".

Well, guess what - I'M MY OWN FAMILY! When I say something or ask something, I expect it to be treated quite seriously - not just swept securely under the rug, as tends to be the automatic response to a resident.

What brings this all to mind is that I have a Spanish class in Clarendon at 5PM tomorrow evening. I told this to the physical therapist, since she was trying to work out an occasion for me to meet with a vendor who wants to fit me for an ankle brace. Well. in my opinion, this meeting should be allotted signifigant time, mainly because I don't even know if I want an ankle brace, and, if they want me to spend money on a brace, they need to show me how it will improve my life. So they rell me today that the vendor will be here to meet me at 4 pm tomorrow,

I guess I'll go, and tell the vendor immediately that I need to leave no later than 4:15, and then stick to that and leave at 4:15.

This difficulty has to be due to Emeritus physical therapy staff not taking mt schedule seriously, because I can't imagine a traveling saleswoman not taling the customer's schedule into consideration.

Although the vendor will probably reespond, "Ummm, can I talk to the family please?"

Why, oh why, did they choose to do this on the one day this week that I'm busy?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Rub A Dub Dub

Hip-Hip-HURRAY!!!! They are fixing the bathtub here today!!!! At last I can bathe!
Maybe this calls for a poem!!

Yippee hurray
I'll soon bathe today!
It won't be long 'til I am clean.

Not like Christmas week
When the tub also leaked.
Leaving me dirty and mean.

I feared I'd spend Easter
All alone on my keister
With my friends and my family unseen

'Cause I might be icky
And I 'd make them feel sickly.
And they'd get real faint or turn green.

But the bath's fixed today.
Hip Hip Hip Hurray!
And very soon I shall be clean.

Actually, come to think about it, that probably didn't call for a poem at all, did it? Oh well..... Never mind!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Why do you need a coat?

I went yesterday to go tour a different Sunrise - I very much want out of this one. This place had a broken bathtub for an entire week through Christmas and, rather than paying what it would take to have it repaired, they waited for about a week and I force to go through Christmas dirty.

This place I toured wouldn't have had the same problem. They are apparently large enough that they have several tubs. BUT - they have the same "Assisted living people have no real life and certainly no future" attitude as this place does. For instance, they have no closets in the rooms. When I ask where people put their stuff, I'm told, "The families just bring it back and forth as needed." ARGGGG!!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Non event

Apparently there was a minor earthquake in the DC area at about 5 AM. I got up at 6, it is now about 7, and for the last hour, the TV news has been full of nothing else. The problem is, once they say "Magnitude 3.6 Quake Shakes Washington Area", then they have nothing else to add, but yet they feel obliged to keep talking about it. They, of course, need to repeat that statement over and over all morning, because people tune in at different times, but we don't need to hear from a plethora of "men in the street" the details of whether or not they felt it and what they were doing at the time. But maybe I'm wrong... Maybe that is the sort of vital news that the average viewer is anxious to hear about.. Should I call in and report that I was awake but in bed and did not feel it at all. It seems like the kind of thing that Joe Krebs would want to know!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Pity Party

"Always keep your mouth shut when swimming upstream so that the turds don't float in." - Deb Taylor, 2010

So I didn't post yesterday because Metro Access SCREWED UP and I ended up sitting on 17th Street in my wheel chair in a cold, sometimes driving rain calling them over and over for about an hour. Is there a dry eye in the house?