Posts Tagged ‘WalMart’

I love the new advertisement for ?? is it WalMart?  It may not be the most successful ad, since I cannot remember what it is for, but I love it anyway.

We are all raised with an idea of what beauty is.  My mother tends to use the word pretty for all kinds of things.  “Doesn’t she have a pretty face?”  “That shirt is pretty.”  “There’s a pretty rock.”

Conversely, anything she does not like is ugly.  “That sausage tastes ugly.”  “That yard is ugly.”  Etc.

My idea of pretty is a bit off from my mothers.  I think that Whoppi Goldberg is one of the prettiest actors (I guess using actress is not PC.) around.  But, somehow judging say, Nicholas Cage, on a pretty scale is just wrong.  Now, if you want to talk Viggo Mortensen——.

I have painted portraits professionally for over twenty years now, and I think all faces are beautiful.  I love Whoppi’s smile.  It makes her beautiful.  Some people have beautiful eyes.  Some have beautiful wrinkles.  Honest! 

And, I love to watch that commercial because every one of those people is beautiful, and so are you!

P.S.  Right now, I’m looking in the mirror and reminding myself that I have always thought wrinkles were pretty.

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When you have been married for twenty years to someone who has COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease), I rather think it is NOT like a normal marriage.

After all, nothing is normal. My home is totally scent free. I spend hours poking bottles of shampoo and conditioner under his nose to see if he wheezes. One day, I will be arrested in Wal-Mart for killing my husband by scent.

Medicine is delivered in boxes and this man, who turns 57 this year looks like he is 90. When we go to a restaurant, they seat him with my mother. No one asks, but he is given a Senior discount. He sleeps with a Cpac and oxygen is just around the corner. He is bent, and sallow and coughs, sneezes and spits all day long.

Have I ever mentioned that I have a thing about spitting? Probably not! That “thing” would include not mentioning it as it grosses me out so completely that I try to avoid it at all costs. Somewhere, in my past life, I have apparently done something that Karmically gave me a husband who must spit to survive. Enough on THAT subject!!!! Gross!!

The one thing that I have noticed though, is that people change when they are ill. I think we all change a bit as life progresses; hence, the stupidity of marrying at seventeen, or perhaps ever. But, he has really changed and lately, not for the best.

We have all discussed it; we being the boys we raise and myself. It is a universal agreement that he is really acting strange.

First, there is his obsession with the yard these last two years, which I am convinced, will kill him. We own four acres, some woodland, but lots of grass. I mowed the first ten years of our marriage, no one mowed in Wyoming. Okay, he mowed our sand and sagebrush maybe twice a year. But, we are in Indiana again and he spent most of the summer mowing little patches of lawn each day. I guess, if it didn’t kill him, it’s good exercise.

His increasing weirdness also encompasses his moods. He has gone from easy going to a real pain in the behind. He gets on a ‘kick’ and drives everyone crazy, nagging, until it is done.

Gaffer came up with probably the best and saddest reason. He is facing his increasing disability and does not want to face it. It is better that he fights it than just gives in. In the meantime, the boys keep him busy with game night, every night. It has been a constant in their lives.

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One relative, who, or is it whom, this is why I have a personal editor, but she does not work on blogs.  Okay, so this aunt relative did not have the family obsessive compulsive gene.  She had the idea that if she needed to go somewhere, with her children, and the clothes were dirty, which they always were, that you stopped at the local version, at the time, of WalMart, and buy new clothes.  Okay, that sentence is another reason I have a personal editor.


Anyway, the dirty clothing was thrown down the stairs.  Said aunt was fun to visit; except do not go down the stairs because they would have to send in a sniffing dog to find you in the deep carpet of clothing.  She did not jump up every five seconds, like another relative did, to remove dust bunnies.  You did not remove your shoes in her house.  In fact, to do so might invite a need to run to the hospital for a tetanus shot.  What you did do, was check the sofa before you sat down, where you were quite likely to find a pork chop.  Seriously!


By her chair, she had her knitting, magazines, candy, etc.  I think this happens to people who are homesteading.  If you crowd enough stuff around your chair, no one else will take it when you get up to go to the bathroom.  The avalanche might kill them.


I have been sitting, feet up for a long time now.  I do get up and walk around.  I get dressed, do chores, garden, walk the treadmill, the whole nine yards but I spend my afternoon and evening, at the couch, feet up, with my laptop and my book.  The problem is, I always need something.  This is good for exercise but bad for my feng shui. 


I need a thesaurus, got it, lean it against the couch.  I need the dictionary, some dark chocolate, my camera, a flashlight, my blood pressure cuff, the mail comes, a boy gives me their senior buy your graduation gown packet, announces that he will come back the next day so we can do it together and I do not see him again for a week.  Well, he is here, I know that, but he counts on my memory being faulty, and me eventually doing it. 

Then there is the cookbook project, which entails me transferring all my handwritten notes from my cookbook to one for Master’s Daughter.  She actually has the original, held together with flour and water, but it is dangerous to try and use, so I bought a duplicate to start making her own memories.  Hmmm, perhaps my memory is at the bottom of this pile. 


Anyway, this pile sits by my couch and periodically I will put it all away; only to start getting the items out one by one, as the days pass.  This has become my major form of exercise.  I think it might be time to get things put away again.


What do you think? 



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I have used Windows for eons. I have owned about a dozen computers, starting with a DOS KAYPRO, and currently have four laptops and two desktops in our home; depending on how many people are actually home that month.  We, who have ONE, count them, ONE laptop that has VISTA, and absolutely HATE IT.


Now, I have spent enough time on VISTA, trying to get it to work, to have learned my way around.  I am not sure why they felt the need to move the Control Panel, nor made it more steps to Shut it Down.  Oh, WAIT, yes I know that one.   They made it harder to find the shut down because it takes so freekin long for it to shut down that they figure you will just leave it on all the time.  What? They own electric company stock too?


You know what, Microsoft.  I am impressed with some of the things that VISTA comes with; like the voice recognition is improved.  But, what does it matter when none of my (repeat this) NONE of my current and recently purchased software will work with it.  Even with that handy, “Make your software work with stupid VISTA” program you include.  Guess what.  It doesn’t work either.


AND, WE ARE NOT STUPID! And, I am insulted by your stupid attempt to act like your customers are all just stupid.  We, who have used Windows since you introduced it in 1985, I used MS Dos before that, and figured out every upgrade to date, we are not stupid.  We have figured out how to use it and we still do not like it.


We know that obviously you either cannot or refuse to fix VISTA for us and paying gazillions of dollars to make and play an add that says, “Hey, you are so stupid that this whole time you have been fighting with VISTA, we are going to tell you that you just don’t know how to get around in VISTA.  It’s not our idiot VISTA operating system. We call it Mojave, and taught people how to turn it on and they LOVE IT.  So, it’s you. You stupid people.”


What a fool I am.  Had I known that unlike every other Windows version where software would extend over several versions, you made sure that VISTA owners would have to purchase all new software. This includes downloading new software for my two printers, only one of which works anyway with VISTA, even after I downloaded the software.  So, now I’m supposed to go out and purchase a new printer too. You may be made of money, Microsoft, I am not.


Is this kind of like WalMart.  Sam Walton dies and it goes to China and hell?  The goods and bags are so cheap and self-destruct.  Of course, that is good for the ecology as I now have neat $1 cloth bags.   So, Bill Gates retires and now Microsoft is owned by a bunch of unsupervised idiots, who are so stupid they are publicly insinuating their own users are idiots?


Yeah, Microsoft, I’m real impressed with your new name for VISTA.  It’s going to make it a lot better.


Windows Mojave, RIGHT!!!


You know the commercials where the Mac Man and the Windows Man talk. I have been a Windows person since the beginning, but man that Mac is looking better and better.  I have heard that my software works with it now.


There, I got that off my chest!

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