Money Flies, Sad Mama

Just a sad warning. To all of us who go by the assumption that most people are like yourself/myself, honest.

My son stopped by the gas station tonight to fill his truck, he was on his way to pick me up, yay! I was finally going to get some needed repairs done to my car. She's ailin' just a bit and has a hundred thousand miles to prove it. Back to story, son's debit card declined. Whaa? says he. I just got paid. No worries, right? Nope, his checking and savings account wiped out. Negative $89.00. Never lost or shared debit card, has only written two checks in his life. His account is with a credit union. He also has a credit card with a small limit, issued by the credit union. It is over limit by $100.00. Two conversations with non English speaking people have him at his naive wits end. Sad story for an adult, worse for a 19 year old.

Yes Sister..you never get done being a mom. Gave him money for gas so he could get home..gotta figure what to do next.

Car repairs will have to wait till uh...mmm not too long I hope.

Bridge Less Traveled

I don't recall ever discussing ( and we have discussed ALOT!) my fear of bridges with my sister. It is one of three recurring dreams that I have been plagued with off and on for decades.

My x decided we needed to go to Galveston for the weekend. We had been on "vacation" in Louisiana visiting his parents. My portion of the visit included cleaning out a chest type freezer that was the size of the USS Abraham Lincoln and removing from a tiled shower stall 31 years of mold, mildew and other things that would make a rat run.

I am sure that the fact that I was a prairie gal from Whyomin' and deathly afraid of bridges just slipped his mind. I watched this structure loom in the distance...creeping slowly closer. Within a heartbeat we were chugging the rented Gutless Ford Wonder up up up...I was gripping the seat with my left hand and my toes were making dents in the floorboard of that tinny little can. Soon I was hyperventilating and chewing on the dashboard. That action was broken up with short little "oh" oh" "uuuhhh" .."eeeiihh"'s.

I opened my eyes long enough to see a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his jugular vein.

Fortunately for him we crested the brute and the little tin can went faster on the backside. Before we got completely off the bridge my door flew open and I spilled out onto a 135 degree concrete curb. I was gasping for air, my hair was soaked with sweat and I was rudely informed that he was NOT under any circumstances going to park in a no parking zone while I pried my tongue off the roof of my mouth.

So it went.

Our conversations were clippy thereafter.

Our trip back to Louseyana involved a different bridge and luckily I was prepared with the comforting shroud of darkness

and

a paper bag

I believe he wanted me to put it over my head.

4 (U) Dinners

Here's to ya, for keeping up or it or what evers!

Whew!
What a trip,
Who'd a thought that this would happen ifn ya put the Cylons Helmut on yer head?

AAhhh...Tassimo

I am so thankful for my sister. She gave me a Tassimo. Not that I ever wanted one. Had never experienced the wondrous liquid that it issues into a cup. But I should have known to take her counsel. She has a passion for GOOD, really good coffee. Me too.

And Sisty...sorry I jumped down your throat..about the dawg.

Check Your Boobies!

It is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

It is important.

Go to Checkyourboobies.com. They will send you a monthly reminder to do just that.

Take care of yourselves.

Promise?

Mueller Hinton

Mueller and Hinton were the smart fellas that stirred up the broth and poured it into a plate ( or a tube) in 1941. I thought there was only one kind of media for growing bacterias. I was way wrong. I started working in a microbiology lab in a Veterinary Diagnostic lab about two years ago. Each kind of bacteria likes different kinds of media. "Chocolate" looks just like chocolate, and the blood is actually cooked. Anyway it was a fun and fulfilling kind of work. Love those animals..we worked with Zoo's, too. Lots of exotic animals, birds and reptiles of every shape and form.

I am going to miss it..the micro people were a good lot..but I am going to try to get a little more creative..aspiring to be more like my sister and of course spend more time with my little fella.

Ta!

George Papanicolaou

Some 50 years ago your friend and mine, George "Pap", invented the good ol' Pap test. Since then deaths from related cancers have dropped by 70 %. What a deal for a few uncomfortable minutes with your bum up in the air, huh?

Mueller Hinton

Gave my notice at my second job, this is my last weekend.

More time to blog and to visit all you bloggers. Now I guess this means I have to get in the fast lane and buy a digital camera....eeeeehhhk!

Any suggestions? About the camera, about the camera!

Flexman

Quarantine lifted I headed down the road to go visit my little guy. Thursday night commute was a nightmare..complicated by a double rainbow, one of which was one of the most brilliant I have ever seen. I am hungry and my pal is stuck in a rut of only eating chicken, frozen corn and frozen peas. So yup, headed to Taco Bell. Now on the main drag you see lots of things some good like rainbows and some not so. Same man begging on the corner slapping his arms at imaginary things and tugging at his worn but clean trousers. At the next intersection (Tacos coming up soon) a large freaky haired bohemian type fella clad in sweatpants and a tee shirt and a red cape knotted fashionably across his right shoulder drops to his haunches and aided by his rather large walking stick does some pretty amazing, uh moves. He squats and flexes and stretches and tests his ligaments to the max. No man person should be flexing that far and to that degree on the main drag at 5:30 in the afternoon. Traffic moves, so does he. I pull into the drive up and he goes inside. A long wait at the drive up provides some interesting entertainment tho'. Soon a Medic Car (ambulance) roars up to a schreeching stop in the parking lot of the T.Bell. I am trapped in the line but can see in the lobby area. A commotion. Lots of observation going on by patrons. Medics haul out on a stretcher a young female holding an icebag on her head.

My thoughts are this: Flexman goes in to order a burrito and tries to impress young female with some mega flexos and the little thing swoons from observing such range of motion in one human being and falls and hits her head. Now down that road she goes in a Aid Car, me stuck in line for 30 minutes and Flexman marking another notch on his walking stick smug with the knowlege that he can make the girls fall.