I’ve Lost My Stinking Phone…

2,000 pictures I have taken on my phone since July, and hadn’t got moved to my laptop yet. Pictures of the birth of my 2nd grandchild. Pictures of my 1st grandchild’s second birthday. Pictures for several travel posts I haven’t gotten up, yet.

And, I can’t find the damn phone.

It got me thinking about how much of our lives are contained in this little electronic device that we can carry in our pocket. I feel lost. I’ve never permanently lost a phone before. I look at my babbee’s pictures, 7-8-9-10 times a day?

I’m almost certain it will turn up, but I can’t be certain. I’m not sure if I have mobile tracking on it, or not.–The next task is to call the phone company, something I may surely regret. Sprint’s customer service was always helpful–this will be the first time calling this new company’s service desk–first time since I moved to this company, because Sprint did not have a signal in the area of Arkansas where we were living. I am dreading this call.

At this particular second, technology feels like the enemy. Weird, coming from me, who has always preached to keep alternative, non-electronic records, in case of AHBL. In the case of photographs, I failed. All the contacts and stuff can be recovered, but I am worried about those pictures.

On a positive note, the customer service at Home Depot, on a Black Friday in the United States, was exceptional. I thought I had left it there, when I went in with a friend to get a box to ship a TV in. The customer service agent I reached on the telephone actually went back to the isle I told her, and looked for my phone. She didn’t have to do that. That was priceless to me.


Quotable, and Likeable, LOL!


Ten days shy of my first birthday as a blogger, and 20 days shy of my actual birthday, and I just got my medal for 100 likes, today! Thanks, everybody!

To celebrate, Snoopy and I are doing the happy dance!

snoopy happy danceThank you, Charles Schultz!

Daily Prompt: The Golden Key


So, today our prompt is “You’ve been given a key that can open one building, room, locker, or box to which you don’t normally have access. How do you use it, and why?”

I am a base creature. I have base desires. The golden key wouldn’t really work for me unless it included the ability to keep, lawfully, whatever I removed from this room that I don’t normally have access to.

Because, you see, I would want access to the bank vault with the most cash in it…

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This is not the socially relevant post I spent hours working on last night, and subsequently lost. I lost my enthusiasm for that, but it is a topic on my mind, so something may come of that later. This post is purely a flight of fancy, along the lines of “what would you do, if money were no object…”

That being said, you have been warned.

I would spend Christmas Day lounging on the beach in Australia, with the grand-babbees, and take as much time as I wanted exploring Down Under and New Zealand.

But……..I would not be entirely selfish with what I would do with the money.

Part of it would go to buying a plot of land, in the country, near Shreveport, for PetSavers to use as a facility for dogs they will never be able to adopt out. Secondly, I would fund a perpetual trust that would create internship positions for students in high school or college, who wanted to study veterinarian medicine. They would receive a very small stipend and references, in exchange for work. It would be a comfy place where every dog had an indoor and an outdoor place, and lived with a family group of dogs they got along with. It would just be a bit more “homey” than their current confines.

Next, I would buy my son a car that there was absolutely-no-doubt that it would take him on his 100-mile-a-day journey from school to work to home.

I would donate $15,000 to the Robinson Film Center, and maybe set up another perpetual trust to continue giving at least $1000. a year. I would want some of that money to go towards an education collaboration with local colleges to study vintage Hollywood movies, and share their research with the public.

Thirdly, I would buy a small flat or apartment in Lubbock, so I wouldn’t have to encroach on my son’s space whenever I visited.

I might also consider buying my son a patch of land to build a house on, or give him a down payment for a house of his choice, though it would be entirely his responsibility to make house payments and taxes.

I would set up a perpetual fund that would give money to organizations that trained dogs from shelters to be service dogs for veterans, either for those with TBI’s or PTSD. The organization would have to train both the dog, and the service person to work with the dog. It would be a mutually-beneficial thing for both the person and the dog. Ideally, the fund would support the training of 4 vet/dog teams per year.

Next, I would buy a comfortable, relatively new RV for us to travel the states in, and a smart car for a getting-about-town car.

I would fund a trust to provide a partnership between the social work department at the Veteran’s Administration, the Vocational Rehabilitation department at the Veteran’s Administration, and Habitat for Humanity. This would be a grassroots partnership, at individual VA’s. This partnerships’ aim would be to provide housing for homeless vets, or vets in danger of becoming homeless, exclusively. Habitat would run the where and hows of building each house, and vets would work on their houses, and perhaps the houses of other vets. If special accommodations were needed for wounded vets, that would be accounted for, as well.

Next, I would buy the significant others’ Mums’ house from his sister, so she would have a little less financial stress, now that she has the new baby. Of course, it would continue to be Mums’ house, for as long as she wanted. We might put in a second bath, and maybe another bedroom. We could store stuff there while we travel and not have to worry about a rental or mortgage.

I would fund a Rick Astley fan club members’ reunion, and hire Rick for 3 days worth of personal shows and visitations, including lavish breakfasts, wonderful tapas, and free-flowing beverages, wherever the club voted to have a reunion at.

I would fully fund a college fund for both the grand-babbees, so they could go to school with no worries. I would set up additional funds, as rewards for finishing high school, so they could get their choice of a car, or a trip to Europe, and a reward for finishing college, where they could get a down-payment on a house, or pay off 25% of any college debt they had acquired. If they joined the military instead of going to college, they would still get the high school reward money, but the college money, and graduation rewards would not be theirs until they finished college through the service, or reached 40, whichever came first.

I would buy one of the several overgrown splotches downtown that used to be vibrant businesses, and bring together Louisiana Master Gardeners to make a community garden. All food grown there would be free for the asking for the hungry, and any additional food would go to the local food bank, minus whatever might be preserved and sold at local Farmers’ Markets, to support the garden. It would also serve as a research space for current agricultural students to try out ideas and learn about urban gardening.

I would buy 2 tickets for a year-long, around the world cruise.

I would fund a trust to build a “Museum of Libraries” with a branch on each continent. The Museum would strive to display travelling exhibits of important books through history, such as the Book of Kells, The Art of War, The Republic, by Plato, the Gutenberg Bible, The Wealth of Nations, Common Sense and The Rights of Man, The Communist Manifesto, The Origin of Species, The Grapes of Wrath, Slaughterhouse 5, The Epic of Gilgamesh, Poor Man of Nippur, The Trojan War Cycle, and such. The mission of this museum would be to share books that have been important, all throughout history, without being a respector of specific authors/religions/political views. An American would have as equal access to Uncle Tom’s Cabin as he would the Communist Manifesto, as would a person from the Soviet Bloc. or Sierra Leone, or Sydney.

I would buy a little apartment above a flower shop, somewhere in Europe, and plan all my European excursions from there. I would visit every museum in every country I possible could, and have all manner of additional adventures. I might also write a novel, or start my own historical clothing line from there–or both! And I would learn to play some musical instrument, or at least attain some semblance of a beat!

I would periodically take those folks who hold up signs at the intersection reading “Homeless Vet, Please Help” to lunch, and to get basic needs, and even a place to crash for a few nights.

I would buy another little apartment, near a Buddhist temple and wonderful food, in Asia, and use it as a base for explorations in this part of the world.

I would buy the building that currently accommodates the downtown YMCA. I would pay for any repairs or upgrades necessary to bring it to ADA regulations, without interfering with its’ place on the National Historic Register. I would not want to interfere with the mission and function of the Y. Then, on the top floor, I would build a spacious apartment and work studio for myself and the significant other. The building has terrific bones and fabulous architectural embellishments, and I would have an amazing gym, pool, whirlpool and steam room at my disposal, just by going downstairs!

So, as a means to an end, the key would be a wonderful thing, only if whatever I took from the room would be lawfully mine. Does the fact I plan to use the money to spread good alleviate the fact that some would consider this ill-gotten gains?

WordPress: Wtf Are Drafts Now?

Ok, used to be, I could find drafts in my dashboard, easy-peasy. I just spent an hour getting about 1/3 of the way through a very socially-relevant blog, to lose it because the significant other was twittering away, and I looked his direction and hit some weird button, and it all disappeared, and I was back on google.com. Someone, help? Please? This is actually upsetting.

Welcome to the Center of the Weird Universe

I woke up this morning to the sounds of a leaf blower in my yard. I don’t own a leaf blower, and the significant other was still asleep.

I looked out my front window.

There is a woman, in a bikini, with a parasol, and a leaf blower, blowing my sidewalk.


Uhm, thank you for blowing my sidewalk…

She wandered off down the road, blowing everyone’s sidewalk as she went. ?????????!!!!!!!!

Gotta Find that Dress…

The significant other was watching NCIS the other day, and my favorite goth/scientist/super slueth/fashion plate, Abby Sciuto (Paula Perrette) had on a killer dress.

It was not Abby’s usual black (at least not completely). It had a green Peter Pan type collar, and a sheer black part from the collar to the top of the bodice. From the bodice down, including the skirt, was the same deep green as the collar. The skirt was full, almost like a short version of a circle skirt. I loved that dress. I’m going to try and make it…however,…

The significant other erased the episode after he watched it. I couldn’t begin to tell you what it was about–apparently I only paid attention to the dress.

I managed, after a couple of hours of thinking about it, while sewing snaps onto the winter coat I am making for Princess Chaos, to determine that it is “Phoenix”, Episode 3, from Season 10. Now, Netflix doesn’t have NCIS in their online library. Hulu re-directed me to CBS.com. CBS.com only had episodes 5-24 from Season 10. None of the season 10 trailers on You Tube showed THAT DRESS.

I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need to see that dress again, so I can make a sketch. 

Can anyone give me a clue AS TO WHERE I CAN FIND THAT EPISODE? HELP!