When life starts to resemble the movie series "Final Destination"

This morning is quiet, and I have my 3rd (or is it my 4th?) coffee in hand.  I am entertaining myself on the internet by clicking on random old blogs; linking from to the next from links on their pages so it's fairly random.  And by old... I mean most all of them haven't been updated since 2008 or so.  So, not ancient... but old enough they've long been abandoned and I often wonder whatever happened to the individual or family.  Especially when the blog focused on a medical issue, an upcoming adoption, or some other life event.

But what is spurring this mornings post and ramble over coffee is the mention of a brain tumor on one of the aforementioned blogs.  Actually... two of them.  One, a brain tumor took the life of a 32 year old young woman and another, the life of a healthy 45 year old man.

And because of those mentions, I thought of my husbands high school classmate who passed away from a brain aneurysm... she was 28.  She was incredibly smart - worked on the computer systems for the US military.  Was a wife and a mother.  And just like that, without warning, she was gone.

But that brought up my next thought; how many people from my husbands class have passed away at an early age. 

He and I were talking about this last year after yet another of his old classmates passed.  We are not all that old, and yet so many of his friends have already died... and in so many odd ways.  But probably more important to the fact that many of his classmates are already gone, is that he came from a very, very small school.

He had 50 kids in his graduating class.  About ten of them have already passed away and I'm not sure any of them died from the same thing.  Some, the strangest situations led to their passing. 

When we were talking about it last year (after finding out another friend had lost his life) we mentioned it was almost like the movie series "Final Destination".  One by the high school friends die in strange but different ways.

No, we don't seriously think it's like Final Destination... and no, there is nothing supernatural about the deaths.  The comparison was simply a generalized mention since so many kids of one small high school class are passing away at a young age, in so many different and often, unlikely ways.

As I sipped my coffee I started to think about, and remember fondly, some of my husbands (and sometimes my) friends that had passed from his original class.

One of the first to pass away suddenly was when they were in 3rd grade.  It was a little boy, a good friend of my husbands and his little band of boys.  His friend started to get bad headaches.  He ended up passing away from a brain tumor no one even suspected.  By high school they had lost one more, although my memory doesn't recall what she passed from.  Soon one died from a brain aneurysm.  Another got sick from e.Coli and passed away.  Still another by a car accident. Another was working on a raised platform and a piece of machinery came loose, he fell to the concrete below and was killed when it fell on top of him from ten feet above.  Another friend of my husbands, and I believe this is the most recent, passed last year from cancer.  He left behind 3 small children and a devoted wife....  just so many, and in so many different ways. 

And from such a small class size to start with.

By comparison, my graduating class was triple the size of his and I think we've lost one person from our class and we've been out of school for 30 years.

I'm not really 'going anywhere' with this rambling post... it's just me thinking out loud after reading about someone young who passed from a brain tumor. 

.... it's just the coffee talking again.


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Yahoo can't seem to hire anyone with two brain cells to rub together.... I don't think the word "LITERAL" means what you think it does


I can just hear the idiot Yahoo journalist doing that irritating 20-something screech "OH MY GOD!!! AHHHH!"  giggle giggle.  You know the one.  The one that tells you they may be 25 in years but perpetually stuck somewhere around age 13.

And Yahoo hires them.

I have an old yahoo email that my 91 year old father-in-law and my own parents use to contact me and as much as I hate to even click on Yahoo anymore (liberal twits with zero brain cells all together - the lot of them), I've had the email for so many years that it's easier to keep using it to correspond with my elderly relatives than it would be to convince them to use a different one.  So I happen to see the Yahoo 'news' (cough cough... soooo not legit news) once in a while.  And when I do, I repeatedly just shake my head at the stupidity that bleeds through their headlines and 'news' articles.

And just to point out not only did this Yahoo writer not understand the word "LITERAL" but it ends up that Courteney Cox's daughter does NOT resemble her as much as she does her Daddy.  Coco and David resemble each other so much there is no denying the genes there... so what is this journalist smoking?

No my dear Yahoo writer... her daughter is not her "literal twin".   Not even figuratively speaking... as you can see from the comments on twitter, yahoo, instagram... all proclaiming how Coco looks just like her Dad.  Doesn't really even resemble her Mom much.  The public seems to disagree with you.


Joe Biden and Barack Obama claiming 'no scandals' reminds me of the song by Shaggy "Wasn't Me"

Biden has started to sing the same false song that Obama's been chirping, hoping to change the course of history.  Say it enough times and people start to believe it....  scandals?  What scandals?  I don't know about any scandals!

Today I was looking over a twitter feed (but not my coffee talking feed since I was suspended by twitter for calling out a bald faced lie by a political leader... and twitter deemed it hateful and put me in Twitter jail.  They won't let me out unless I give them my phone number and hellllllloooo no, that ain't gonna happen.  LOL) ANYWAY!  I was looking over the twitter feed and saw that Creepy Joe is claiming 'no scandals' during his time as VP under Obama.
Well, he's never been the brightest crayon in the box, but apparently he's smart enough to continue to give voice to the same lie Obama's been hoping people swallow.

Nope. Not true. 

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But today when I read it, I was thinking to myself;  Wow, it's just like the song by Shaggy "Wasn't Me" - caught red handed with another woman, his friend tells him to claim 'wasn't me'.  He points out all the things he was literally SEEN doing.  Caught by his girl.  She was standing right there watching.  His friend tells him to just keep claiming it wasn't him....

No matter what proof they show, no matter the truth; just keep proclaiming you're innocent.  Maybe they'll start to believe your lie!

Yo man
Open up man
What do you want man?
My girl just caught me
You let her catch you?
I don't know how I let this happen

With who?
The girl next door, you know?

I don't know what to do
Say it wasn't you

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor
How could I forget
That I had given her an extra key

All this time she was standing there

She never took her eyes off me
How you can grant the woman access to your villa
Trespasser and a witness while you cling on your pillow
You better watch your back before she turn into a killer

Best for you and the situation not to call the beaner
To be a true player you have to know how to play
If she say a night, convince her say a day
Never admit to a word when she say makes a claim

And you tell her baby no way
But she caught me on the counter

(It wasn't me)
Saw me banging on the sofa
(It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower

(It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera

(It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder
(It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her
(It wasn't me)

Heard the screams getting louder
(It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over

Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor
I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see
Why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me
Make sure she knows it's not you and lead her on
Da right prefix whenever you should see her make da giggolo flex
As funny as it be by you, it not that complex
Seein' is believin' so you better change your specs
You know she not gonna be worrying about things from the past
Hardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass
Your answer: go over there but if she pack a gun
You know you better run fast
But she caught me on the counter
(It wasn't me)
Saw me banging on the sofa
(It wasn't me)
I even had her in the shower
(It wasn't me)
She even caught me on camera
(It wasn't me)
She saw the marks on my shoulder
(It wasn't me)
Heard the words that I told her
(It wasn't me)
Heard the screams getting louder
(It wasn't me)
She stayed until it was over
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor
How could I forget
That I had given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me
Gonna tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused
I've been listenin' to your reasonin'
It makes no sense at all
We should tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused
You may think that you're a player
But you're completely lost
Honey came in and she caught me red-handed
Creeping with the girl next door
Picture this we were both butt-naked
Banging on the bathroom floor
How could I forget
That I had given her an extra key
All this time she was standing there
She never took her eyes off me


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Favorite Smells.... Scents ok at first and those I hate.............

Yesterday (or was it the day before?) I saw a little 'meme' type thing on... the internet? Instagram? Somewhere. Anyway, it was just a glance and had something to do with "what's your favorite scent?". I glanced quickly and clicked away but I was surprised to see that even though there were only about 8 or 10 items listed, 'chlorine' was one that caught my eye. And I thought, "Wow! Other people must love the scent of chlorine as much as I do if it was included in such a short list!"

And then I promptly forgot about it until tonight.

Without thinking too hard, or too long, here is a quick brainstorm list of smells or scents I love:

  • Fresh brewed coffee
  • Laundry detergent
  • Fresh cut grass
  • Fresh flowers
  • Chlorine
  • Gasoline
  • Christmas tree
  • Fresh baked bread
  • Murphry's Oil Soap or Pine Sol cleaned floors
  • Fresh cut wood (like the lumber department of Lowe's, etc.)
  • New Car
  • Newly fallen snow on a frigid cold, crisp night
  • Sharpie markers
  • Extinguished matches
  • Men's cologne

And a quick (10 whole seconds of thought invested in this one) list of things I love until I don't. Meaning - if I'm hungry and a roast or bacon is cooking, it smells heavenly! But as soon as I've eaten the aforementioned items, (and add popcorn in there) the smell of them turn my stomach. I have to open windows and spray air freshener to get the smell of a roast OUT OF THE HOUSE because it nauseates me. And campfires? Love the smell while I'm building the fire and while I'm sitting there. But suddenly a switch turns on and I've had enough. I can't get to a bathroom fast enough so I can strip off those campfire clothes and jump into a shower. And washing and conditioning hair is a MUST to get that campfire smell out. I've tried to go to bed without showering or after a shower in which I've tried to cheat and not wash my hair, in order to get to bed sooner but alas; no sleep for me until I get up out of bed and shower that smell away.

  • Campfires
  • A roast baking
  • Popcorn
  • Bacon
  • Lavender

Then (again without much time spent on this) some items I know most people love the scent of and I just don't. And one of these is the reason I was thinking about the subject of 'smells' tonight... can you guess which one is the culprit that caused this late night blog post?

  • Fruity scented candles
  • Vanilla or baked good scented candles
  • Chocolate
  • Sun tan lotion
  • Cinnamon
  • Paperwhite Flowers
  • Coconut
  • Mozzarella cheese
  • New babies
  • Cilantro

Answer:  mozzarella cheese.  Earlier tonight I wanted a snack so I grabbed the container of feta cheese and two sticks of mozzarella cheese.  I munched on them while I was reading.  They were good, but a few minutes later, with my hand up by my face, I could smell cheese.  Fresh mozzarella cheese and ugh... hurl-worthy.  I could not get to the sink fast enough to wash my hands - being sure to get sudsy soap under my nails and getting the scent of (delicious) mozzarella and feta cheese off my hands.  Love the food... hate the scent.


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Question: These are just cheap gift shop coasters from Cozumel... what are the figures and words? Is this a DENTIST?

I was gifted a few souvenirs picked up in touristy gift shops along a cruise itinerary.  One of them is some cool little coasters that the gift-giver picked up for me because the coasters reminded her of an Aztec calendar wall hanging that we have, that is similar (and also in this same blue color).  She hadn't really looked at the front of the coasters when she grabbed them as a little gift, she was focused on the coasters themselves.

But as I looked at them, I wondered;  what in the world were these two figures in the front?  It looked like one was doing dentistry on another but if so, then what is with the machete and goat head flying above them, along with a ceremonial headgear of some sort (maybe? I'm guessing....).

The words are hard to read as they are scratched into the clay before baking but it looked to me like it read;  Nanjano Dentista - which would in fact be a 'dentist' image then, right?

I love the little Aztec calendar coasters...

And here is a close up of the coaster itself; which is why the gift-giver bought them.  She loved the coasters... and didn't even notice the two figures on the front of the coaster holder that seem to depict a dentist.....

So... if the coasters are the calendar and the holder is the dentist.... basically this is just a reminder to schedule your dental appointment, right!?   


Hanging out with this little guy after his dog neuter surgery....

I'm dog sitting this week and not only that, but doing after-surgery care. 

This little fella was neutered yesterday and because he is perhaps the most hyper-crazy-HDAD dog you'll ever meet, the vet's office offered to keep him overnight last night and sedated to make it a little easier.

It was funny because they called to say surgery was over and he did great.  I thanked for them for the call and got ready to hang up.  I expected to pick him around 4:00... but before I could hang up, suddenly they launched into an offer to keep him there overnight and board him... FOR FREE.  Whhhhaaaat?  Ha ha. 

They said they don't usually board neuters overnight - just spays - but that they would do this and keep him sedated and calm for the night before I had to bring him home.

I just laughed.  And thanked them.  Because yes... he's THAT antsy, hyper, active... use whatever words you wish.  I asked them, "So, you noticed he's a bit hyper, huh?"  They just laughed as well.  Yep.

But he's a SWEETHEART; and oh-so-sweet though!  The most loving, happy, TRUSTING and innocent dog ever.

So today I picked him up, and because he has anxiety when I leave the room, and because I want to keep him calm and resting, I've been basically 'stuck' in the office most of the day.  I've gotten out to do a few things - and put him on a leash and taken him out a couple times, but for the most part, trying to keep this little crazy pants 'quiet and resting' is a full time job.

But oh... what a sweet face.  And worth every second.

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You just never know who you'll see shopping at Walmart

Yesterday I was on a mission to find a certain kids swimming pool.  I checked online and my 'good' Walmart had them in stock, which totally surprised because it's a million degrees out and it's a holiday weekend.  But cool!  I needed a few grocery items as well so bright and early, I drove the 10 miles to the 'good' Walmart near me (as compared to the 'bad' Walmart but I'll get to that in a moment).

As I parked and turned off the car, I heard a really, really loud, big truck approaching down the parking lot aisle.  This surprised me because it sounded like a semi truck and while semi's do park there, they don't drive down the tiny little parking lot aisles; they pull in and around to park at one end of the parking lot.  But I was busy so I didn't look up, just finished getting my cellphone put away into my backpack and getting my keys and grocery list.  The truck sounded as though it was right behind me and then, suddenly turned off.  They had parked.

I got out of my car and saw the 'semi' truck.  It was a very, very large truck but not a semi.  It was a huge 'regular' truck - which my brothers and my Dad would chide me for not knowing just what KIND of truck it was, but I don't care about trucks.  So it was just a 'really really' big, regular truck.  A diesel obviously, by the sound, and well... it was huge by regular standards.  And my brothers and Dad have owned really, really big trucks.

So I see this huge truck park in 1 1/2 stalls because it's so long... and yes, you can think about the male 'need' for a huge truck here...  because I then hear the truck's drivers door slam shut and see some brown hiking boots attached to legs, from under the really huge (and tall) truck, coming around the front of it to my side.

Now, you all know I love to camp and hike, so the legs attached to hiking boots caught my attention, as they had legit hiking socks attached to them as well.  And because I was putting my backpack on, and starting to walk towards the store, and it was early morning so there weren't many customers in the parking lot at that time, I was just glancing at the hiking boots while I was walking through the parking lot.

Now, you have to understand that this little Walmart is out in the country.  Redneck, farming country.  And although all types of people live, work and shop in this area, you don't see legit hikers often and this guy had some legit boots on.  With hiking socks... not crew socks.  Which I think, is what really caught my attention.  His socks.  Because hiking boots with no socks or short crew socked with a pair of cargo shorts would be more the norm.

So, the legs, with the legit hiking socks and boots that I could only see from the calves down, as he hadn't came around the front of his truck yet, walked towards me and....

Hmmm.  Well THAT was a surprise.

This huge, huge, loud, huge, massive truck expelled a little, skinny guy sporting really long, gray/white hair.  Down to the middle of his back and pulled back in a ponytail.  Probably about 5'6" tall and wore a size small shirt.  That was my first surprise.  As he would have had quite a jump down from the driver's seat to the ground below.  But what threw me was that looking at him, I would have guessed him in a Jeep Wrangler or maybe a sporty SUV... never a truck and never a HUGE, massive truck like the one he jumped down out of.

I didn't judge him for it... I was just surprised by it.  Kind of happily surprised.  I like people who break the norms or expectations of society.  But then I was even happier... because my spry little parking lot companion was also sporting a kilt.  Not a plaid, Scottish kilt but an awesome khaki, cargo kilt.  His wife-beater tank top, his khaki cargo kilt, his hiking boots and his ponytail... this guy was awesomeness at Walmart and certainly not the norm for shoppers in this area.

Now, all of this took about 10 minutes to type out but in reality it was a 4 second encounter in the Walmart parking lot.  I took it all in, in the mere seconds I passed by him on my way to the store's front doors... and was thinking "I wonder where this guy is from, because he doesn't look like he's from around here..."  but sure enough, a glance at his license plate told me he was driving a massive truck that was indeed, licensed in our state.

I'm not from this area either, and having lived in Los Angeles and a few other large cities, I'm always quietly thrilled to see people letting their personalities show and not just dressing or acting like society says you should.  And believe me when I say the redneck guys in this area would not take kindly to men in 'skirts' so kudo's to this man for his cargo kilt and the fact that I could tell his truck had never been 'mudding' a day in his life.  So sparkly and shiny.

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So my 4 second glance at this guy ended and I walked into the store, only to see my second customer of the morning... and I smiled at the comparison.  This was the more typical male shopper I see at this country Walmart.  An older fellow, also had long, gray hair.  But this guys was not slicked back in a ponytail. No, this was the legit farmer type.  Long hair because it would be a hassle to go into town to get it cut.  Not really washed in a few days at least.  Quite large in stature, (another typical for this area) with his farmer's cap on, as well as his dirty old farm boots.

And I smiled because I love all these people.  These are my people, this is my Walmart.  And the discrepancy between the first two customers of the morning was fun to see.  Both gray haired men were similar in ages... but as different as night and day.

I just smiled and went on my way...  trying to find the kids pool I came for.  (Which they did NOT in fact have in stock even though their Walmart App said they did.)

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*As a side note.  Because I really wanted this kids pool, I checked my Walmart app and saw it was apparently in stock in the 'bad' Walmart which was actually closer to my house but I don't shop there because it's not only near a high-crime area but the parking lot is insane with people trying to hit your car with theirs, your vehicle is likely to be broke into, and the layout of this store is absolutely stupid and makes no sense so shopping there just makes me angry because it's not user friendly.  And the employees?  They all hate their jobs and refuse to acknowledge you... which the 3 young women ignoring my requests for help with a dismissive look and continuing to discuss their lunch orders in detail while one of them input it on her phone to place an order for their lunch (at 10:00 am?) were doing quite well.  (The ignoring part.)

But because this store said they had the pool in stock, I passed the exit to my home and continued to the 'bad' Walmart to get the pool they had in stock.

And as I walked into THIS Walmart, I again smiled because this time I wasn't next to a guy in a kilt, nor a farmer in his dirty, unwashed overalls.  This time I was directly behind a guy sashaying into the store in his tennis shoes, cute little turned down socks, tight t-shirt and very, very tight and tiny little shorty shorts.

I tried to find them online, but the closest I could find were these little shorts with bananas on them.  His, however, had tiny little sailboats all over them. 

Oh... I never did get the little pool.  Although their app said they had them in stock at this store as well... they lied.

.... don't mind my rambling, it's just the coffee talking again.


Death in Grand Canyon started it all... so is three (3) 'death' books too much for a birthday gift?

My father-in-law was visiting last weekend and during some quiet 'down' time where he was enjoying quiet time on the back deck overlooking the woods, he picked up a book of mine and started to read through it.  It is "Death in Grand Canyon" and is a really interesting read!  I first saw it for sale in the Grand Canyon (which, when you think about it... is rather strange, right?  Like showing a movie of a plane crash on an airplane....) but it was $25 in the Grand Canyon book stores and I knew I could get it for a better price online so I did - I ordered it from Amazon when we got home.  And I love it.  The kind of book you can pick up and start to read at almost any point as it's not a 'read cover to cover' kind of book. 

But I'm getting off topic.  The topic is that my father-in-law really liked it and spent a couple hours reading it while he was here.  I offered to let him borrow it and send it home with him, but he was flying cross country with only a carry-on - which was packed to the seams and bursting already.  No room for a thick book. 

It just so happens his birthday is in just over a week so I thought I would order it for him from Amazon.

Now, I'm too cheap to pay for Amazon Prime, which would mean free shipping.  But I'm also too cheap to pay for shipping so I have to make sure my minimum purchase is at least $25 of Amazon items in order to get free shipping.  So in addition to Death in Grand Canyon, I spied a similar Death in Zion and decided I would get him both books.

Wouldn't you know, I was 45 cents ($.45) away from free shipping.  Drat!  Glancing down the page I saw a Death in Yosemite book offered and the way I see it, 3 books that I know he would enjoy is a good gift, right?  But then, I started to think about how that looks.  I'm sending this man three books about death in National Parks.  Death.  So when my sister-in-laws visit him and see these books laying there on the dining room table, they question "Hey Dad, why in the world do you have three books on DEATH?"  "Oh, daughter-in-law M gave those to me for my birthday!"


I could probably send the one book and it would be a good "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" gift as he specifically told me how much he loved it and wished he had time to read more of it while he was here.  Two books might still be 'ok' as they are so similar and a pair of books on the same subject is understandable.

But in order to get the free shipping, and adding that third book... well, I have a feeling that sending your father-in-law THREE books proclaiming "DEATH!!!!!" in the headlines might be a bit weird.

Three just seems too much.

So now I'm off to Amazon to find something small to add to the two books I'll get him, in order to reach my $25 minimum purchase to receive free shipping.

I need something that sells for $.45......


Over The Edge: Death in Grand Canyon, Newly Expanded 10th Anniversary Edition



Death in Zion National Park: Stories of Accidents and Foolhardiness in Utah's Grand Circle


Off the Wall: Death in Yosemite



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