433 – Busy Weekend
Well, after 2 feet of snow, I’ll be happy if things calm down, but it’s not to be this weekend.
It’s been really cold lately.. down near 4 degrees when going into work lately, so the snow’s not melting very quickly.
Friday night, I’m going out to dinner with some great friends (one of my favorite things to do), then Saturday, we’re meeting at mom’s place to see if anyone wants anything there before we put it on the market to sell. Sadly, she won’t be going back there.
Sunday, I go see my mom with my brother early in the morning, then I have a meeting around noon I have to attend. So…. it’ll be busy.
Mark, did Ben get to go sliding in the snow down there?
On to something funny from my friend Mike H:
When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?"
I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
Have a wonderful weekend all!

3 Comments:
Hilarious bit about modern "communication." It's funny that cordless phone bases have that Page feature so you can go looking for it while it beeps.
Benjamin got to slide around, thanks to a neighbor's construction of a snow hill. I sacrificed my camping sleeping pad, which turned out to be the most friction-free sledding device I've ever seen. The kid would set it atop the "slope" and then come running and jump on it belly-first, and rocket out into the street (after we had given him the all-clear). The other kids got in on it, too, with other improvised sliding devices.
When I was a kid, we used to use old cardboard boxes. Even ripping them up, to slide on. Worked great... till we got sleds with runners, then wow!
Hi Dave ~~ I am so sorry your Mom cannot go home anymore. It is very sad and as I get nearer to the same fate I feel sad also. It must feel strange for you and your brother too.
Thanks for your comments about the awful floods in Queensland. They are flowing on down to New South Wales and Victoria but not so bad or sudden as Q'ld. Glad you enjoyed the jokes. I was feeling low after watching the flood devastation and thought I'd never find a joke to make me laugh but
found the Wellies boots one and the post office one that even I smiled at. Take care dear friend
give yout Mom an extra hug.
Regards, Merle.
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