Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Amazing ....! oops sorry ;)

Well, what I would love to tell all of you about is my amazing boyfriend and the amazing.....(Oh, sorry, I got carried away). Since I won't be telling you about that, I ask all of you....
Have you ever sighted an idiot?
Don't you just have to wonder about some people? It simply amazes me that these people actually walk among us....and they reproduce!
I don't personally know any of these people that were sighted. Perhaps you have seen them!

I live in a semi-rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road. The reason: "too many deer were being hit by cars" and he didn't want them to cross there anymore.
My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked
the person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce."
He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg.
I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?
To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?
He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask."
The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street.
I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine when she asked if I knew what the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?!"
At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was leaving the company due to "down sizing," our manager commented cheerfully, this is fun. We should do this more often." Not a word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare.
I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the life of her couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.
When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it.
We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked.
"Hey," I announced to the technician, "it's open!" To which he replied, "I know - I already got that side."

Sunday, August 28, 2005

What are the odds?

When I was a small child, my family would go to my grandparents’ house in St. Louis for Christmas (every year). It was a good 11 – 12 hour drive.

My story really begins when we got to “Somewhere, Kentucky”.
My brother and I were asleep in the backseat (no seatbelts) and my sister was in the front seat in between my parents. I woke to the sound of a honking horn, it was continuous. I awoke feeling disoriented and noticed my dad was honking and swerving. Then I realized he was trying to avoid an oncoming car. I was young, but I knew this was strange. This was a four lane highway, and the oncoming car was on our side. My dad could not go on the opposite side of the highway because there was on coming traffic, and the other way would have put us in a pretty steep ditch. So he headed for the ditch and the guy still hit us. Guess why? He had fallen asleep at the wheel and was drunk. Fortunately, none of us in my family were terribly hurt, but we had a lot of cuts and bruises. The drunk man was hurt pretty bad, broken ribs, broken legs and internal bleeding. This really made an impression on me, even though I was only about 4 years old.

I was lucky to never be in a car accident again, until…..I was 19 years old.
My friend and his brother took me to a hockey game. When we arrived at the Coliseum there was a religious group outside of the entrance passing out pamphlets and flyers and asking “would you go to heaven if you die tonight?” We talked about that for a while. After the game was over, we headed home. We got to a certain point and turned around to go back to the convenience store to get a soda. (Hmmm, I wonder if our fate would have been different if we had not turned around?) After getting the soda, we got back in the car to head home. I forgot to mention that the car we were in was a small two door, 4 cylinder car. My friend was nice enough to let me sit in the front and his brother was driving. Anyway, we were traveling along through the winding roads going through the rolling hills. It was pitch black because there were no road lights on these hillside roads. We had started discussing the incident of the religious group and their question they had proposed to the fans coming into the building. All of the sudden, we could hear a car squealing its tires and it kept getting louder. We were headed up the hill towards the horseshoe turn and a car (almost a tank – an old ’66 Impala) came flying around the curve, went off the road, almost off the cliff and turned in time to slam head-on into us. It was like slow motion, I thought that was it for us. Once he hit, it was a flash, it spun us around to the opposite direction. I blacked out for a bit, as my head broke the windshield, my nose broke the dash, and my right knee broke the glove compartment. I awoke to the voice of my friend telling me to get out of the car because it was on fire. Both guys got out of the car on my side because the car was so crushed that the driver side door wouldn’t open. The other car started driving off and the brother of my friend chased him down stopping him telling him there were hurt people here. The look on my friend’s face told me that I was hurt although I couldn’t feel my face. Other people in passing, that happen to know us stopped and called for help. I was pretty worried when every person that looked at me said, “Oh my God, are you ok?” Well, I won’t get into any of the gory details, I was extremely lucky to end up with just a concussion, a broken nose and other bumps, cuts and bruises. Guess why we were hit. Yes, he was drunk! That makes it 2 for 2 with me. I was in two car accidents and both times I was hit by drunk drivers.

After that, I was not in any other car accidents until…..several years later.
I had been out to dinner and was on my way home. I was sitting at a stop light (sitting completely still) and all of the sudden, I was rear ended. He slammed me so hard; it ran me into the back of a station wagon. We all got out. The girls in front of me came back to my car, (they immediately realized that I had been pushed into them) saw they had no damage, asked me if I was ok, said they were ok, then took off. (I guess they had been drinking and did not want to be involved). The guy came from behind me and started asking if I was ok. Whew! Guess why he hit me. He was so drunk! I could smell the alcohol on his breath from 10 feet away. When the police came, they asked me what happened, I told them. When they were asking him what happened, he started saying “well, she hit the people in front of her” and some other “out of his head talking”. The police then told him that he had hit me into the people in front of me. (Of course the police asked about the people in front of me…I told them that they left when they realized no one was hurt and they had no damage). Fortunately, this time, I had not been injured, just a little whiplash. My car was drivable, so after some paperwork was done, I was told I could leave. As I drove off, they were testing him, (you know, the typical drunk driving tests…touching your nose and walking the line). He went to jail for DUI. I cannot remember what his % of alcohol level was, but I do remember it was far beyond the legal limit. Wow! 3 for 3. Three times in car accidents and all three times, hit by a drunk driver. What are the odds of that happening? All I can say is that I was very lucky that I was not hurt worse or even killed. Why would people not be more cautious? Do they not realize a mistake like that can change someone’s (and their own) life forever? Be safe everyone!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Now this is interesting!

I used to think history was boring. I'm not proud to admit, but history was the one class that I napped in. In fact, that was where I learned how to nap without being noticed. It was all in the stacked books technique. Now that I am not being tested on the material, I have somehow, learned to enjoy history. When I came across this, I found it to be really intriguing.
Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.
Now it gets really weird.
Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.
Now hang on to your seat.
Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln' made by 'Ford.'
Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.
And here's the kicker...
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

Now that is cool!

Thursday, August 25, 2005


How stressed are you?

The pictures attached are used to test the level of stress a person can handle.
One teacher said, "I felt like they were all moving...but slowly. Kind of like, they were breathing."
The slower the pictures move, the better your ability of handling stress.
Alleged criminals that were tested see them spinning around madly; however,
senior citizens and kids see them standing still.
FYI ... None of these images are animated - they are perfectly static!

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Less is more!

Women spend more time working on their appearance than men. Over 2 hours more a week per the results from a survey done from Elle/MSNBC.com. It also revealed that women are more self conscious about the appearance of their “nether regions” when it comes to sex. This would seem to reiterate the fact that men are more willing to have sex regardless of how they are groomed. That is really no surprise, right?

So let’s just assume that all men and women take a shower prior to going on a date. What else can be done to groom for sexual success? As Lou Paget, the Los Angeles sex seminar guru says, “trim the hair down there”. He has said, “Women always say, ‘Oh, I have shaved my legs,’ but I always tell them ‘Ladies, that’s fine, but he’s not having sex with your legs.’” So, take heed and tidy up ladies. Men, that goes for you as well; it doesn’t have to be elaborate, but, well, you get the picture. So, to sum it up…..Less is more.

Here’s something else I learned in regards to the same area. Ok, guys and girls, drink a nice sized glass of pineapple juice a few hours before “the deed”. The smell and tastes of bodily fluids can be affected by the food and drink we take in. Fruits in general are good because they contain acids and sugars. Paget also cautions about eating certain vegetables like asparagus for instance. The same chemical that makes your post asparagus eating urine smell so strong, also affects our “vital fluids”. Hmmmm, probably not a good thing! Beer...well guys, beer makes semen taste bitter. Now, I am just passing on the information of studies that have been done. I wonder who participated in these studies?
Paget also commented “Men are really not aware of how sensitive a woman’s sense of smell can be; you want her to keep her focus on whatever activity she’s doing and odd smells make it hard to focus.” The sense of smell is very powerful.
We have natural smells that are meant to attract the opposite sex. These smells are subtle and should be allowed to be present. Don’t overload on cologne or perfume, but a hint of cologne should mingle with our natural scent.

When asking another person to share bodies, we should just have common courtesy and make it as enticing as possible. The final words of Paget, “Paying attention to someone the way they love to have attention paid to them is massively seductive. And you are paying attention to yourself, too.”

Monday, August 22, 2005

Isn't it a bit ironic?

Dangerous additive found in heroin in U.S. That is the title of an article I was reading this weekend. It struck me as funny. Not that heroin use is funny, but isn’t heroin in itself dangerous?

I read on to see what is making heroin even more dangerous. Apparently traces of clenbuterol have been found in the urine of several reported heroin users. This is a drug that promotes lean muscle growth in cattle. Clenbuterol is illegal in the United States and the number of cases that has been linked with this drug is growing rapidly. Many of the people that got sick developed dangerously rapid heart rates and palpitations, chest pain and low blood pressure. The majority said they had snorted rather than injected what they thought was heroin before becoming sick.

I didn’t even know heroin could be snorted; I thought it was injected. *cringe* Then I learned that due to the drug being developed in a more pure form, has enabled users to snort it instead of injecting it. Thus, causing an explosion of heroin use in the US during th 1990s.
It is thought that some of the cases where the users got sick that it was possible they had taken pure clenbuterol that was sold to them as heroin.

Imagine a drug dealer doing that, wouldn’t that be unheard of? I would think that if you are dealing in a world of illicit material, that there would be rules of honesty, morality, virtue, etc., right? I don’t agree that people should deceive anyone no matter what the situation. Then again, I don’t agree in the whole illegal drug scene and self destruction of one's mind and body. Isn’t there even an unspoken set of principles amongst themselves? I think it is terrible that people are getting sick from an additive in their heroin.

But, isn’t it a bit ironic, don’t people get sick from the heroin itself?

Saturday, August 20, 2005

What will be next?

Guess what I saw the other day? A sport that I have never seen before. This is true, it was on ESPN. Competitive Eating! Can you believe that? Alka-Seltzer US Open of Competitive Eating. It is regulated by the I.F.O.C.E. The International Federation of Competitive Eating, Inc. supervises and regulates eating contests in their various forms throughout the world. The IFOCE helps to ensure that the sport remains safe, while also seeking to achieve objectives consistent with the public interest -- namely, creating an environment in which fans may enjoy the display of competitive eating skill. The IFOCE coordinates members and affiliates in the United States, Japan, England, Germany, Canada, Ireland, Thailand and the Ukraine, helping to promote the sport in local, national and international media. Takeru Kobayashi is the winner!

He is from Nagano, Japan, 27 years old and weighs 132 pounds. His resume includes Cow Brains: 57 (17.7 pounds) / 15 minutes; Hamburgers: Krystals: 69 Krystal Square Burgers / 8 minutes/ Nov. 13, 2004; Hot Dogs: 53 1/2 Nathan's Famous Hot Dogs and Buns / 12 minutes/ July 4, 2004; Rice Balls: 20 pounds rice balls / 30 minutes. Takeru Kobayashi is the number one eater world wide.

In the Alka-Seltzer US Open, there was over 6 lbs. of food on each of their tailgates. He won a crystal trophy and $10,000. Second place was a girl and she took home $5,000. Wow, that is some prize for eating. Just think, it could be a whole new direction to getting your child to eat! Start training them early.
I was so amazed that there is actually a sporting event for eating, that I did a little research after it was over. The once bite-sized eating contest circuit has mushroomed into nearly 200 events worldwide, up from just 45 in 2002. Gosh, where have I been? This is the first I have heard of this. How long before it becomes an Olympic sport (or is it already)? What kind of sport will be next?

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Wanna play tag?

I have been "tagged" by BadGod. List five songs that you are currently digging - it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions and the five songs (with artist) in your blog. Then tag five people to see what they're listening to.

Here is my list of the songs I am currently digging:

1. Don’t Fear the Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult
2. I’ll Be – Edwin McCain
3. How You Remind Me – Nickelback
4. Your Body is a Wonderland – John Mayer
5. American Idiot – Green Day

Ok, the five people I will tag are:




Zombie lama


(I would have said Ticharu, but he lists his songs on his blog almost daily)

Now, I will check your blogs to see if you do this :)

I don't want this to be the only thing I am sending out to you, so here is something I thought was amusing:

You may not know that many non-living things have a gender.
For example:

Ziploc bags are Male.
They are male because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.

Copiers are Female.
They are female because once turned off, it takes a while to warm them up again. They're effective reproductive devices if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons arepushed.

Tires are Male because they go bald and are often over-inflated.

Hot Air Balloons are Male because to get them to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under them, and of course, there's the hot air part.

Sponges are Female because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.

A Web Page is Female because it's always getting hit on.

The Subway is Male because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.

An Hourglass is Female because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.

A Hammer is Male because it hasn't changed much over the last 5000 years, but it's handy to have around.

The TV Remote Control is Female. Yes, you thought it would be male. But consider this -- it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying.

Ok, just to make sure you know, I love you guys, I am not male bashing, I was just passing along something I thought was amusing. Feel free to list any others you come up with. (Don't be cruel:)

cya later!

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Pleasantly surprised

I discovered Blogshares the other day! While I was looking at all of the stats I noticed something that made me smile. Check this out! There are two posts from The Beautiful Talker Meme.

Monday, August 08, 2005
" Bit-O-Difference
Greetings beautiful readers.
This post is to announce the introduction of a new beautiful project. The BOD Project: Bit-O-Difference.
This project will be running right here at this blog and will last for as long as it can.
The project is a simple one. Every day (or as there about) I will post a link to a blog or website I think deserves a little more attention.
These will be websites that are cool, rock, groove, or rule.
Or at least I think so.
You will know a site has been entered for this honour as the post title will start "BOD:"
The title of the project is such because I'd like to make a bit of difference to these sites.
My hope is that you will love these sites too. That you will think they are great and need good comments telling them so. However, you are free to think what you want (including the thought that this blogger has lost his mind.
However, it is no time for Dr Talker to go find the first great site in need of a well done.
One last note. Feel free to recommend other peoples sites but do not ask for your own site to be linked. I will also be going back from time to time to the site that have been awarded a little link under the BOD project and will be following links and profiles from comments I find there. I hope you will join me in making a Bit o' difference."
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Try the Beautiful Talker Meme -=- No Discrimination!

Thursday, August 11, 2005
" BOD: Castle of Nannbugg
Here is you BOD goodness for today. A blog by an interesting writer that shares the Desz style view of the world that being the same as everyone else is DULL DULL DULL. The only answer to this dullness is to be yourself and try not to too suffer from too much "complete predictablity".
Best of all this blogger is from the greatest bit of the universe - The Earth! (and my corner of said planet - the UK!)
Castle of Nannbugg: "There was a stretch of grassy land from my patio to the edge of the property, where it dropped off with a view of the distant rolling hills. It really was quite picturesque... unless you were on my patio. It was then you realized that tenants and their dogs walked the beautiful stretch of grassy land frequently. There was a strict rule the apartments had and that was to scoop when walking your dog. It was obvious that several did not abide by that."
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Try the Beautiful Talker Meme -=- No Discrimination!

I was pleasantly surprised! Beautiful Talker Meme linked my blog, thanks! Also, if any of you haven't seen the blogshares yet, you should check it out, it is pretty cool.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Infrared hacking ~ too easy for some!

The almighty hacker. Hotels are not immune to them. Many hotels’ television infrared systems have made it easy for hackers to go into their billing system and guest list. Uh oh! One reason why you should definitely check your bill when checking out.
It gives them access to add and delete charges on a guest’s bill. It even allows them to watch pornographic films or other premium channels on their hotel tvs without paying for it. Hmmm…I see what some of you are thinking right now… “hey that could be my excuse the next time porn pops up on my hotel bill. I swear I didn’t…must have been a hacker”!
Adam Laurie, technical director of the London security and networking firm The Bunker showed how such attacks are conducted at hotels around the world. He also revealed how certain programming techniques are used to decipher the code to open garage doors and car doors that use infrared. Infrared uses very simple code, as most people think of it as being used for minor things like garage doors and tv remotes. Infrared is used in many different things like hotel minibars, vending machines, scrolling LED public display signs, robotic toys and more. The most serious target from a privacy standpoint has become the hotel tv system because it connects to databases with private information about the guests. The hotels that have implemented “backend infrared systems”, where the control lies with the user (where the tv is) instead of the server end (administrator) are those systems most vulnerable. A lot of time these systems have no password or encryption to protect data. A laptop using Linux, infrared transmitter and USB tv tuner is all that an intruder needs according to Adam Laurie. If you connect these things properly….wahlah! You have access to the content through the hotel tv. He explains it as "It's the same as tuning your TV to multiple channels, (When you're looking at one channel) the signal (for other channels) is always there, but you're only currently looking at one part of the spectrum." You don't see what's broadcasting on the other channels until you tune into them. “Laurie first discovered the vulnerability when he was ‘mucking about with hotel TVs to get the porn channel without paying for it.’ He was able to bypass TV billing menus by using his laptop to tune in to the premium content being broadcast from backend systems. He didn't have to pay for the content, because the systems didn't know he was watching it.” Wow! He also said that in some hotels the front desk has the control to lock and unlock the minibar remotely, or the maids can do it with a remote and an infrared receiver on the front of the bar. He said that he accidentally locked the minibar at one of his hotel stays when he was looking for the commands that controlled it.
This guy is paid to hack! It is really quite amazing to see what people can do given the situation. When you see the guys that get arrested for hacking into systems, either collecting information or dumping it (via virus) it makes you wonder what their motive is. I guess some of them are trying to keep people on their toes, some do it just to see if they can (self satisfaction), and others are just malicious. Is there ever a way to keep it hack-free?

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Working for your money ~ what a concept!

Everything seemed normal, even his picture was cute. "Loving, caring and hardworking," the online dating profile said. She was flattered when he asked her to chat. They began exchanging e-mails which became intimate in a short period of time. On Valentine's Day, she received chocolates, a teddy bear, and an “I love you” balloon. She felt for sure this was real. He said he was from a city in Massachusetts, but that he was out of the country on a big construction job. He was doing some work in Nigeria, and said he would come visit her in Ohio as soon as he could get back. Two more months of emails before there was a problem. He said his boss paid him in postal money orders, and he was having trouble cashing them. He asked her if she would cash the money order for him, then wire the money to him in Nigeria. She agreed, and over the next two weeks, she cashed two $900 money orders and sent along the funds. He then told her he was ready to leave the country, but needed money to deal with a visa problem. She cashed another money order. Then, her bank called her. Something was wrong. The bank told her the money orders had been altered — they were purchased for $20, but then "washed" and doctored to read $900 — she still held out hope. But a friend pointed her to an Internet site devoted to Nigerian scams, and suddenly, her world crashed down around her. The bank told her she was responsible for that money. She had to pay them $2,700, which was everything she had. She was devastated. She shared her version of events with MSNBC.com in the hopes that others might not fall for the same trickery. He spent four months gaining her trust. So-called Nigerian scams, where victims are ultimately tricked into sending money to the African country using some irreversible method like a wire transfer, are common. The Secret Service and other U.S. agencies have issued warnings on the scams, also known as "419" or "advance-fee" frauds. But there was a seductive flavor of this type scam — known to some as "sweetheart scams". It is amazing the incredible patience the scammer will have. It shows what lengths the con artist will go to cheat someone. It also goes to show you what lengths people will go to trying to meet others. Once you are out of school, it is hard to meet “mr. or miss right”. It seems that people are willing to go to great distances to find the right one. What a scam! However, this is not a novel idea; there have been hugely successful scams over telephones and through the mail. Seems like there have been numerous scams against the elderly and their social security checks. The types of scams out there are endless!
I would like to think I am not someone who would fall prey to a scam like that, but in order for us to not fall into that trap, are we not to trust anyone? I detest the idea that we have to be skeptical of so much these days. Is it just a sign of the times? Are people not as trustworthy as they were in the past? Or, are we now exposed to more ways that people can deceive? What ever happened to the concept of working for your money? It is just mind boggling to me.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Guilty conscience about the not guilty verdict?

I know that the topic of Michael Jackson has been trampled into the ground. However, the latest news I heard was not regarding him directly, but two of the jurors from his case for child molestation. The whole situation disgusted me, and I did not even watch it when it was center of media attention. I was not shocked at the verdict, I mean, look at O.J., Robert Blake and other “big wig” Corporate CEOs that were so fortunately found “not guilty”. There is a lot to say for being wealthy and famous. In my opinion, there was no question, guilty! But that is just my opinion.

Anyway, Cook and Hultman were two of the jurors in the Michael Jackson case. The jurors unanimously acquitted Jackson of all charges. So why are two of the jurors front and center now? Do they just have a guilty conscience or are they possibly searching for the path of wealth and fame? Two months after the trial, the two say they regret their vote to set Michael Jackson free. Cook was quoted as saying, “No doubt in my mind whatsoever, that boy was molested, and I also think he enjoyed to some degree being Michael Jackson’s toy.”

When the trial was over, I guess to justify his decision, Hultman told the AP “That’s not to say he’s an innocent man. He’s just not guilty of the crimes he’s been charged with.”
Now it comes out, Hultman said he was not happy with the way other jurors approached the case saying, “The thing that really got me the most was the fact that people just wouldn’t take those blinders off long enough to really look at all the evidence that was there.”

Now it is revealed that the jurors took an anonymous poll early in their deliberations and Cook and Hultman were two of three jurors who voted for conviction. If this is true, why did they ever back down? Cook and Hultman said they agreed to go along with the other jurors when it became apparent that they would never convict the pop star. I am sorry, but that is weak and wrong. What is the purpose of the system if they don’t stick to their convictions? It is futile at best. Their claim is that the foreman of the jury threatened them of dismissal if they didn’t agree with the rest of the jury. What? That is crazy! The foreman cannot make that kind of decision. Supposedly the foreman said he would tell the bailiff, the bailiff would notify the judge, and the judge would have them removed. For not agreeing with the other jurors? How and why would they even consider that true? Cook said, “The air reeked of hatred and people were angry and I had never been in an atmosphere like that before.”

When Cook was asked if they thought the other jurors would be angry with them for telling their “true story”, Cook said, “They can be as angry as they want to. They ought to be ashamed. They’re the ones that let a pedophile go.” Excuse me, but wasn’t she part of that jury? Didn’t she let him go as well?

Their reasons are pathetic. The whole purpose of the jury is to vote for the truth. Does that mean they are admitting that they lied now? There is only one reason why they are coming forward now….Yes, you guessed it… Hultman’s book will be called “The Deliberator” and Cook’s is “Guilty as Sin, Free as a Bird.”

Monday, August 08, 2005

In just one unsuspecting moment!

Once I lived in a very nice apartment. The particular building I lived in was towards the very back of the property. I had a great view from my patio. There was a stretch of grassy land from my patio to the edge of the property, where it dropped off with a view of the distant rolling hills. It really was quite picturesque….unless you were on my patio. It was then you realized that tenants and their dogs walked the beautiful stretch of grassy land frequently. There was a strict rule the apartments had and that was to scoop when walking your dog. It was obvious that several did not abide by that. I do not have a dog, so this rather aggravated me. I mean, I love dogs, don’t get me wrong, but people should be more courteous of others. My “across the breezeway” neighbor had a big friendly dog that seemed to like the area right under my windows. So, on a nice breezy day, I could not enjoy the fresh air by opening my windows, because the air was not so fresh, if you know what I mean. These “across the breezeway” neighbors (we can call them Tom and Sue) had not lived there very long, but the man (Tom) was in a wheelchair. He didn’t appear to be in very good health. Well, prior to them moving in, the parking for my particular building was limited. After they moved in, the property manager tried to accommodate for the handicap and painted two handicap spots in the parking lot. One of the spots was a double space. I did not have a problem with that, even though Tom and Sue parked both of their vehicles in those spaces, and had two other vehicles. (Why they had so many, I am not exactly sure. I think there was a settlement of some sorts involved). There was supposed to be a limit of two vehicles per apartment in that particular lot. If you had more than two vehicles, you were supposed to park them in a spot further away. It was not an issue that I was going to worry myself with until….. One night, my boyfriend came over. He pulled his truck in a parking spot, which happened to be the one next to the handicap spot (which was the big double space). His front tire on the driver side was right on the blue line. There was no vehicle in the handicap spot at that time. He came inside. About thirty minutes later, someone was knocking on my door. When I opened it, it was Tom and his adult daughter. Tom said, “One of your vehicles is blocking the handicap spot and we can’t get my wheelchair in it”. I said, “Ok, I will take care of it” and closed the door. I went to get my boyfriend and told him he needed to move his truck because it is blocking them. He put his shoes on and went out there. He came flying back in the apartment and said he couldn’t get in his truck to move it. I went out there with him and Sue had parked her vehicle so close to his truck that her passenger side was about six inches from his driver’s side. (Take in mind she had another space worth of parking on her driver side). I told him “let’s go knock on their door and tell them that we came out to move your truck and we can’t get in it to move it.” On our way to their door, she came out with a camera. We told her we couldn’t move the truck, she said very sarcastically, “wonder why” and went on to take pictures of boyfriend’s truck. He said he was sorry he was on the line, but is willing to move it over. She started saying, she would have his truck moved, but it will be towed, she is tired of people blocking them in their spots, etc…. Well, I have a tendency to avoid conflict at any cost, but don’t mess with someone I love. My claws came out and I think it surprised my boyfriend. I started telling her that it wasn’t necessary to treat people like that and she didn’t have to act like that, and I told her about the rules she was breaking by letting her dog do his business under my windows without scooping, and thanks to that I couldn’t even open my windows... (I normally wouldn’t fire back, except I thought she was being totally unreasonable). Tom heard the commotion and came outside, he said he felt like there would be a problem from what I told him in the breezeway. I said, “What do you mean, I told you I would move the truck”. He said, “No, you said you would take care of it, and I have that on tape”. WHAT??? I said, “You taped me”? He said, “Yes and I can play it back for you”. First of all, I said, “You taped me, is that even legal”? He said, “Yes, you can call an attorney and they will tell you it is”. I said, “I don’t want to call an attorney” and secondly “What is the big deal on what I said”? He said he didn’t know how to take it when I said “I will take care of it”. They had the tape turned on prior to me saying that! He was looking for a fight. Then Sue said, “You better hope he doesn’t have a heart attack”. I told her, I didn’t wish that on anyone, and that I was sorry because they were looking for a fight. I told Tom, that I didn’t wish any harm to him, but I was sorry he was so bitter. He said he wasn’t bitter, and I told him that it was apparent that his wife is. Then he said he was sorry for the way his wife was acting. Whoa! He apologized to me about his wife, right in front of her. Things calmed down a bit after that, but I was in disbelief that this had even happened. Tom said he would make sure the dog didn’t do his business under my windows anymore and we said we would try to park a little straighter from now on. Neither my boyfriend nor I were trying to be inconsiderate. I despise conflict. We gathered from the conversation that Tom had apparently gotten robbed and shot at gunpoint, and that changed his and her life forever. I am truly sorry that happened to him. I do have sympathy for him, but at the same time, they didn’t seem to want to give anyone a chance. It may not have been illegal for him to tape me, but it was immoral, in my mind. (Boyfriend and I looked up the law about it on the internet later that night. For our state, something like, if it is done in a public place with more than 2 people knowing about it, it is not illegal). I guess that is why he had his daughter with him and they did this in the breezeway. It must have made an impression on my next door neighbor as well. About a year later, after Tom and Sue had moved out, the next door neighbor was telling me the story of what happened to some guy that parked his truck a little crooked that crazy night. I said yeah, that was my boyfriend. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Sometimes, in a matter of seconds, just one unsuspecting moment, you can enter into “bizzaro” world.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Can be fun

Going to the movies can be a fun and pleasurable experience, especially if the movie is a good one. There are times when the experience can be anything but pleasurable.

I went to the movie the other night. I got there early, picked my seat, turned off my cell phone and settled into my seat watching the previews. Which by the way have gotten way too long. Anyway, there was the usual chatter amongst the audience. Then a guy comes in looking around, first looking toward the back top portion of the seats. Then he looks straight ahead and sees the girl waving him down. He yells, “What? Why the hell are you sitting so close to the front?” She replied something that I couldn’t hear too well. Then he says “so I don’t get any say in this? Is there no compromise as to where we sit?” Take in mind; he is yelling this and all eyes are on him! At this point, I am thinking to myself, ‘this guy is kind of a jerk’. She said something to the effect that she had wanted to sit there and something about compromising. Then he yells back to her, “Oh, yeah, compromise is you sitting there and me going up to the back and sitting, huh?” He laughed, I guess to try to make himself look like he was not as much of a jerk as he came across being. He must have realized he was on the main stage at that point. Then he turned around and mumbled something and walked out.

This is an example of how someone can make your movie going experience unpleasant, but you have to give credit to them all. First, there is the latecomer. He comes in late, the theatre is dark, he stands at the bottom looking for a seat. Thinks he sees one, and walks to the row to find out the seat is not available. He continues to stand in that spot, blocking your view, while looking for another spot. Come on guy, move pleeeeease! What about the talker - all through the movie? You know that guy, the one that either thinks he knows what will happen or has to guess what will happen. Then there is the loud laugher. Every time the least little funny thing happens, he laughs like it is hysterical. Oh, the whisperer. He is constantly whispering, asking what is going to happen next, or why did that happen. Also, you have to count the cell maniac that has to take that URGENT phone call. They can’t be away from their cell phone for 2 hours, so the phone rings and they get up to go take the call, oooh aren’t they important? (Cell phone etiquette, that could be a blog in itself). Oh yeah, the up and down family next to you that has to get up a hundred times through the movie and steps on your toes saying “scuse me, scuse me”. Of course, there is the space invader, the guy that decides to sit either right in front of you or right next to you, when the theatre is only half full. This either blocks your view or gives you the feeling of personal space invasion….hmmm, just a little too close. Oh, we can’t forget the chair kicker! This guy either has extremely long legs and his knees keep knocking the back of your seat, or he crosses his leg and wiggles his foot against the back of your seat, or he is a little kid with ADD that just can’t sit still and repeatedly kicks the back of your seat.

Once, my boyfriend and I went to see a movie. We had really good seats, center of the theatre. The theatre was not full, but a guy and his date came in and sat right behind us. From the beginning, we had a bad feeling about this. The guy wouldn’t stop talking for anything. We thought at least he would stop talking when the movie started. Nooooo, he just kept getting worse. Then we heard a metal bottle cap hit the floor. We now knew why he couldn’t stop talking. He was sitting behind us getting drunk. Oh great! We had never experienced this before. The guy was really obnoxious and my boyfriend turned around and asked him nicely to be quiet, that he was making too much noise. He said “sorry”, but kept talking. Not too much later, it did seem to get a little better. Then before we knew it, he was sound asleep. Nothing like paying to take a nap.

Anyway, back to my most current outing. Right before the movie started, a girl came in calling “Susan, Susan.” Susan was the girl that had picked the seats up front. She responded quite loudly, Marco. (I was thinking to myself … “I think she should have responded ‘Polo’ instead of ‘Marco.’” Then I thought “why are these people in the front so loud?” She goes to sit down with Susan and they started laughing and talking. Then the yeller comes back in with another woman. He said loudly, “oh, I thought maybe you would have moved up to the back by now.” The two of them went to sit with Susan and the other girl. The woman sat down and the guy just stood there looking silly. I kept thinking the jerk should just sit down, which he finally did. My overall experience was not ruined by the yeller, as the movie was good and his seat was not too close to mine, but it had “the unpleasurable” potential. I guess I am too shy or more reserved, but I don’t go into a public place like that making a lot of noise. I know there are people that just need attention at all times and it doesn’t matter the situation. Sometimes they are just not considerate of others and don’t realize their actions could make a situation unpleasant for others. Well, maybe they do realize and just don’t care!

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Due what? Do when?

Why can’t people just do what they are supposed to do? You have a house/apartment, a car, electricity, gas, water, sewer, phone, etc., etc. You make your mortgage/rent payment, car payment, and other payments for your utilities….right? There is a designated time to make those payments, ahhhhhh the due date. As a responsible adult, we make our payments on time, otherwise what happens? Right, you can lose your house/apartment (because no one lets you live for free) or your car gets repossessed (because no one lets you ride for free) or your power gets turned off, water gets shut off, or you no longer have phone service (because nothing in life is free)! Ok, I understand that, so why am I having so much trouble getting money that is owed to me from my previous apartment and my previous cable provider? I lived in my last apartment for 3 years.
When I moved in, along with my first month’s rent, I paid a deposit. The deposit is held until you move out and is only refunded to you if the apartment is left clean with no damage. When I left the apartment, it was sparkling clean and had absolutely no damage. On May 31, 2005 the manager said, “it looks great, you will be getting back your deposit.” That is completely satisfactory to me, even when they told me it would take approximately 4 weeks to get a check. I thought that was a bit long, but I said fine and left it at that. A month later is when I ran into problems. I spoke to the manager and she said, “well, it has been ‘put in’ for, but I haven’t heard anything”. I left my phone number, she was supposed to call me back, but that never happened. I called the manager back again a few days later. She said she should have it in a week and she would call me. Again, I had to call her back in a week. “Well, I still haven’t heard anything”. I asked her if she would be able to find out something by the next day, she said yes. I called the next day, she said, she hadn’t heard anything. Ok, now I am not happy! It went something like this….“I lived in that apartment for 3 years, and I really don’t think this is good service, and I shouldn’t have to wait 2 months, that is ridiculous, what is it going to take, this is not the way any person should be treated….etc. etc”. She kept agreeing with me, then said “well I can give you a name and phone number of someone you can call at the home office” WHAT? I do believe that should have been her job, lazy butt!” So I said “NO, what can YOU do for ME to resolve this quickly?” (I was trying to hold her accountable for her job) I told her that I was willing to drive to pick up the check and that she really needed to work with me on this. Then she said she would call and find out about it and call me back tomorrow afternoon… I told her that was not acceptable, that I needed to hear from her this afternoon. Of course, I didn’t hear from her. When I called her back the next day, she gave me the runaround…..blah blah blah. So, now I called the home office, turns out that the property manager only called in the request for the check the day before (when I let her have it). That was 2 months of BS! The home office expressed to me how angry they were when they got the request 2 months late! Now exactly 2 months and 5 days later……I drove to the property and picked up my deposit refund without even an apology.
I am still waiting for my cable modem deposit from my previous cable provider. They tried to charge my account after I had closed the account in writing and via the phone. They told me this only after I called about it 4 weeks later looking for my deposit refund. Finally, after we went ‘round and ‘round, that was straightened out; they said that I would be getting the full refund in about 6 weeks. OMG! So, that is 2 months after I discontinued service and got their equipment back to them. To date, still no money in hand!
The bank, the wonderful place that holds my money and makes money from doing it! Prior to moving, I sent the bank a change of address and ordered new checks with my new address. I received the new checks at my new address the day I moved in. Two months after I moved in, I was verifying my checking transactions via the automated phone system. There was a charge that I had no record of, so I called customer service to inquire on it. She told me that it was a charge for returned mail. I questioned her… “What do you mean”? She said “It must have been a return statement or something, please verify your current address”. So, we went through the list, name, social security number, address, phone number, work phone number. “Hmmmm, that is all the same information we have, I don’t know why the mail was returned”. I told her that I gave a change of address before I moved and I was even using the new checks they had sent me with the new address. I couldn’t believe they charged my account for returned mail, when it shouldn’t have been returned in the first place. She posted the $ back to my account. That is ridiculous.
And last but not least, my counter top is supposed to be replaced at my new apartment. They were supposed to do this for the past 2 weeks. I kept clearing all of my little appliances, and other kitchen stuff off the counters, to come home with nothing being done. Of course, the manager makes excuses…. “They came today, but said your counters were not cleared off”. When I told her that they were, she says, “maybe they got the wrong apartment then”! HUH???? Now, a week later, I cleared everything out of the kitchen again, go home, open the door, very strong smell! “hmmm, they must have done some work in here”! Yep, they did, but they did not replace it as they led me to believe. They painted it! The smell is so strong and it is still wet. Wonder how long it will take to dry. I didn’t even know they could repair a countertop that way. At least it is done, but I still can’t put my things back in the kitchen. (Hopefully by the weekend)!
Why can’t people just do what they are supposed to do? Why do they have to make things so difficult? I did my part in paying on time and giving proper notice of discontinuing service, returning equipment, proper nonrenewal of lease, and clearing things to make it easy for them. I did what I was supposed to. They should too. Too many people (in general) do as little as possible; it is either ignorance or laziness (maybe both). Why can’t these people be held to a due date?

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Do you know someone personally?

Danilo Petrovic, 36, is the only known Serbian victim of the giant tsunami that devastated countries around the Indian Ocean. And he was at home in Serbia at the time. He blames television for the tragedy. He was so shocked when he saw the tsunami footage on TV that he jumped out his apartment window. As he fell from the second floor, it occurred to him that the tsunami was not actually a threat to South Serbia, which is separated by an entire continent from the Indian Ocean. But it was too late to avoid impact: he suffered two broken legs and a damaged spine. Recovering later from his tsunami injuries, he threatened to sue the local television station, for saying that “the tsunami is coming our way,” and that people should “immediately evacuate.” A spokesman for the local television station said Danilo must have misunderstood the reporter's words.
Ken from Carlsbad accepted a dare and kissed a snake, landing himself in mortal danger. Ken proudly bragged to his friends about a deadly young rattlesnake that he had taken into captivity the week before. They teased him by calling him a "snake lover," and they urged, "kiss your girlfriend, Ken." When he did, the 3-foot rattler bit him on the lower lip and pumped its sac of venom into the unfortunate man. His head and throat swelled to 2x normal size, and Emergency Room personnel pumped vial after vial of antivenin into his bloodstream in a fight for his life. After 3 hours of intubation and 25 doses of antivenin, Ken was out of danger at the Tri-City Medical Center. The swelling from snakebite can cause necrosis of the affected tissue, and Ken might have lost part of his face. He was fortunate, and will only see bruised and stretched facial skin in the mirror. But he will suffer the consequences of his foolish act for weeks, as flu-like symptoms set in, caused by an immune response to antivenin. The doctor was quoted, "In 26 years, this is the worst case I've seen. His muscles were quivering like he had worms under the skin." Safety tip of the week: Don't play with rattlesnakes -- they bite!
It is absolutely amazing what goes on in people’s minds. I have met some people in my time that do some pretty dumb things, but I don’t know anyone that can compare to some of those who have achieved the level of stupidity to be able to win a Darwin! Do you?

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

And the winner is…

Well to be honest he is not really the winner, but placed 72nd out of 500. Jake! Jake is a 65 lb. golden retriever. He placed 72nd in the 10th annual Alcatraz Invitational swim. It was a 1.2-mile swim in the cold, choppy waters of the San Francisco bay from the infamous Alcatraz prison island to the shore. Jake, the 4-year-old canine was the first dog in history to take part in the swim. He beat out more than 400 people, making it in only 42 minutes. As he ran up on the shore, after the long swim, the crowd cheered as he shook himself off and ducked away from the medal he was to get put around his neck. His owner says they bodysurf together and swim four miles a week. His owner says his training secret is a good breakfast. Jake eats eggs before a big swim (he likes them scrambled).
When I was in competitive swimming, I participated in the mile swim at different competitions, but I never had to endure the choppy cold waters of the San Francisco bay. Although, once we had a team “get away” at the lake, we had to practice in the lake. I guess that is the closest I have ever come to something like that.
I just thought everyone would enjoy a little fun stuff today! Bravo to Jake :)