The Beginning and The End and The Beginning Again...by Diane Ogden

Okay....so you all know I have a little tiny business with wonderful clients I talk about on occasion.  Carefully of course.  Yesterday my helper QUIT!  Effing QUIT in the middle of the week after working for me a year and half at least.  (I didn't go look up how long)   I think and believe it was the effing year and a half.  Soooo, I went home yesterday and attempted to be calm which did not worksowell.  Then I had a drink or two and went to bed after I posted an ad on the infamous nasty Craig guy lister.  That didn't turn out so well as I awoke at 3 ish, and remained up until now:  8:45pm watching American Idol singers "Screaming" not singing...it be the finale so I guess screaming is acceptable there ....notsomuchheredoi!  Okay back to point.  I posted an ad on Crazy Craig's List where people get killed when they meet up... hey what the hell choice did I have?  I suppose a headhunter, but they charge my yearly wages before worker pay out, so Craig it were.  And by God I hired the first person that sent a reasonable ref.  Then I took to eating everything in sight for twelve hours or so.  I started at 4:30 a.m. with coffee and chili (no shit with beans) and just quit at 9:30 p.m.  I haven't stress eaten for years. Then I took the dog out more than once, thank god or someone .....then I started to drink.  That would be up to now meaning the present.  I WILL sleep or die and the WILL is in a drawer somewhere.....not under the under ware.  Nope that's where the money is honnie. Hopefully my head can outlive my heart this round cause its been a dandy.  So tomorrow is training.  I am so excited I could pretend I am as successful as that Lil 16 year old on American Idol who could WIN!!  Although Phillip Phillips will win.  Whichever.  Be Happy, Be Well, Be Safe, And get rich so you don't have to stress eat or drink and can relax the beans in the chili. Oh my god I hope those beans don't hit tomorrow during training!  I have Gax X on hand!!  Nite

Phillip Phillips Won....  He will be rich and can eat all the beans he wants now.  And the best part is Steven Tyler hugged him.  (I didnt like Steven's rock singing. He needs to slow her down some like Rod Stewey did.  LOL  nite

Plug and Play.... by Diane Ogden

Sooo, its the summer of 2012 and it porch contest time which means I cant stand it and have to spend $200 to win and make $50!~  Good business huh? Notsomuch!  But sure is fun sometimes, this one being it.  I spent several hours today learning how to fix a broken lamp cord, add a plug, find some black tape and hope like heck I put the wires under the plug screws clockwise !!   That was after I was all done and ready to plug her in.  And that was after I made two trips to Home Depot, the famous fixer upper on many TV shows I watch.  Ty Pennington's place to go is Home Depot!  So I went there cause Ty Pennington is my sons twin in life.  Sort of. 
The first trip to H.D., not the TV type the Depot type, the fat guy salesman tells me what I need and how to make it happen.  The light that needs cord repair to come on that is.  By the way I got it at a used furniture store for a song. You know, a song, meaning cheapola, $35.  Then I bought a flicker light to flicker in it after I learned how to cut the cord with a splicer dealie, then wrap the wires properly and then use a pliers to click it tight and then do similar with the new plug.  When I thought I had it right, I called my neighbor friend and explained the electrical situation and told her I was about to plug my masterpiece in and that I had life insurance with such and such company as well as were I hide my money which was a joke of course but added some drama to the circuit situation.  I plugged it in (that was after I googled how to, to double check the Home Depot fat guy's instructions, and omg it worked.  I am not being nasty, but the fat guy, he couldn't bend over to pic up something on the floor at the depot place, he had to get on one knee to do it. It was just unhealthy (nothing funny there huh?) 

Then I tried to wrap the wire cinchers with black tape that was seven years old making it STICKY.  So I went upstairs to another neighbor (MAN!!! Chit no one gave me a divorce handbook on how to fix a broken wire) and he wrapped it good!  Thank you very much man person, at which time I walked it back home, stood on the wicker porch chair, hung it up , plugged it in and whalla whalla!  Let there be light God said on the seventh day. (Okay so I am a bit ADD and finished it on the sixth day!) Does that mean I can rest tomorrow?  God I hope so....Until I find something else for you, Be Well, Be Happy, Be Safe, and dad gummit get rich so you can but a new lamp and not waste several hours of your LIFE you could and should be doing other things. It did turn out darn nice I have to say.

It's dark now and the little flicker light is pretty cool and relaxing.

"I Don't Make Noise Anymore!" and "The Turd".......by Diane Ogden

I have an acquaintance / friend who is at the age where it's a possibility that we could lose one of both of our parents.  In fact that happened to her.  She lost her precious Mother, so her precious Father  moved in with them.  The them would be her and her husband.  Some time passed and I recalled the fact that her life had changed considering her Father now lives with them.  I asked her how it was going today and she said, "Fine."  (Oookay!)  I said, "Well how do you deal with Dad in the house and you all making noise."  She said, "I don't make noise anymore!"   That was this morning and I thought about that all day off and on.  I don't make noise anymore!  Oookkkaaayy....  Could that mean the kitty's broke, or his tommy's broke, or they just play quietly, or she just lost her mojo, or what??   I haven't had time to ask yet.  Like it's none of my business and like how does one ask such a question regarding such a noise issue?  Maybe they are just happy quiet folks anymore who simply read and read some more.  Watch Dancing With the Stars, go grocery shopping and don't make any noise that the Dad can hear.  Or maybe the Dad can't hear..  I don't know.

We are not too old to make noise.  I know people making noise when they're in their 80's.  I don't want to picture that, but I know of them.  In fact I don't want to picture anyone making noise.  Enough of that.  Part II:
Today I was at a clients home.  This home is hugemongous.  I was in the downstairs 5th bathroom  checking on things when things suddenly became the largest turd I have ever seen laying in the toilet.  I just stood there for a bit thinking what I should do with it.  You may be wondering what I mean by that.  Wweeellll, if I flushed it and it didn't go down to the bowels of hell where it belonged and it instead clogged the tiny down shoot that would mean it could end up on the floor and out into the carpeted area.  Then what and how would I explain that (and that) it might would appear that it was mine.  The owners of "it"  surely wouldn't claim "it" now would they?  So there we would be in a turd claiming match.  Actually when my helper came down and asked me what I was doing?  I said, "Come here, look at that.....that person should have signed there name to that one!"   That is when I trotted, (sorry) upstairs to find a plunger to either break "it" up or save the day by saving the floor and my job.  My god what has my life come to?  Breaking other peoples turds apart for a dollar.  OMdearG!  I thought of taking a picture of it knowing no one would believe me but that was too gross.  Soooo..... you just have to take my word for it.  Why would someone do that and not flush? And how could I make something like this up. 
So until I either find a bigger one, or my friend explains what her definition of noise is:  Be Well, Be Safe, Be Happy, and Get Rich so if you cant make noise you can buy a big Hello Kitty Vibrator in case yours be broke. 
(Mybad today I know, but jeez it all really happened)

Daring the Devil..........by Diane Ogden

I joined "face book" over a year ago.  It has never caused me to lose any sleep until now.  No it wasn't bullying, or anything like that. 
I came home from work yesterday, took the dog out, turned the TV on, sat down at my laptop, checked my emails, checked the news, checked face book and what faced me square in the face was a photo of one of my children sitting on a ledge 2,300 feet above a river looking straight down!   At first I didn't 'get' it.  I viewed it and re-posted it on my page with a silly saying to go with it.  Then I got to thinking about it.  (Don't do that by the way! Sit on a tiny ledge with a 2,300 foot drop off to a river if that even matters) Why would a person, any person, and of course especially my child, a grown man-boy, do such a thing?  Does he not care if he should die?   Or does he live in a world of fantasy thinking?  Thinking nothing he is invincible.  He is 34 years old.  Do people age 34 still think they are invincible.  I know we all rarely believe we will ever have cancer or such. But a visible 2,300 foot drop is quite visible.
Race car drivers drive the track at amazingly high speeds yet they cannot see a crash or a burning car so they carry on.  But a visible 2,300 foot drop.  Guess he didn't or couldn't see a fall.  Humm.  Smart? or not.  Is that it?  It wont happen if you cant see it?  It wont happen if your don't believe it will?   My friend just passed away and he was positive he would be healed and not pass away/die!  But he did.

I woke up at 3:30 this morning and could not go back to sleep.  Why?  Because my child sat on that tiny ledge "daring the devil" to kill him.  Or was he "going with the gods" to protect him?  My friend says the happiest people take the biggest chances....ya think?
Now I know where the term "I dare you" came from.....had to be satan.  And if you dare the devil he could win no matter what you believe.  Accidents happen, KARMA could show up, your guardian angel could be on break....therefore I suggest you don't dare the devil in such a manner.  P L E A S E! So until I find some happier news for you, Be SAFE, Be Well, Be Happy, and Get rich so you can afford a psychiatrist.

A New Three Wheeler For Me.........by Diane Ogden

I am not really, in reality, for sure, not a Harley Woman! But....I got to thinking which I shouldn't do most of the time because my imagination goes to unreasonable places.  Like today.  Wait, listen......
I am obviously bored.  It's Mother's Day and if I had my druthers I would go test drive some of these trikes.  I realize I cant handle a two wheeled vehicle due to the fact they weigh a ton.  But hey, a three wheeler that balances itself unless hit by a mac truck.  I could pack in this place where I live and leave with the wind blowing my hair unless I wear a helmet which I might not.  I would put my 6 lb. Chihuahua/Pom in a box behind me and head for Texas.  Or maybe just Edgerton at first.  (Edgerton being a tiny town twenty miles away)  I hate bugs and from what I have seen they don't make the windshield tall enough.  Not sure about the "reach" for the handlebars on the neck vertebra's either.  I would have to have a TV mounted to the side of the shield for my soap opera and HGTV and of course Junk Gypsies.  I wonder if I would have to fight those other Harley women!  I am so not a fighter. Tattoo? Maybe!  And I would like to make some pit stops in those sleazy to half sleazy bars as well as antique shops and flea markets.  Maybe I shall have to purchase one of those trailers.  What about storms?  I don't do storms.... What about bed bugs in motel/hotels?   Cant do roadside bedrolls like in the old days, too many weirdo's out there.  They'd be scared of me probably.  Old lady on a Harley Trike?  I would buy an RV but its like driving a train or bus.  I would hit everything in site.  I am thinking I need to go back to the mental drawing board and chill.  Go buy some plants for my porch and see about plan B.  I just don't like bugs in me face!  That's the only reason of course.  Maybe some orange streaks in my hair or possibly a normal vacation like normal people which I have not had since 1987!!  No chit seriously.  Had to raise the kids on my own which means work, work, work....  bring a guy home a couple times for play, get short term married to a drinker (wise huh), then more work, work, work.  Wha Wha, call the wha whambulance.  I am fine, cause my license plate says so.  ALSWELL! (I have paid Wisconsin Plate Renewal rates on ALSWELL from 2004 to 2012)












p.s. I bought mummie dearest a gorgeous Cow cookie jar with a hen sitting on its back for Mothers Day.  The store couldn't find the box so they put it in a cake box and when it got to the funny farm and mummie opened it, the head of the cow was broke in three pieces.  I shall try to talk the store into replacing it even tho I cant prove how it broke.  What's the happy news for today? I have decided not to buy a Harley Trike, for today anyway. Just know that I know I am Steven Tyler's twin sister from a previous life.  And if he saw me he would know it too! I have some amazing feathers for my hair.  Just cant do the black nails "yet."  Reality?  Notsomuch but it was a fun little trip without drugs.  I don't need drugs, I have a

mind from another world. So there ya go, Be Well, Be Safe, Be Happy, and By God get Rich so you can take a vacation every year.  You deserve it.

With Age Comes Equality.......by Diane Ogden

That title came from someone else.  Actually a High School face book friend. 
We were discussing High School and were recalling certain negative factors regarding such.  That being said.... We continued discussing onto class reunions.  Then Parents of High School acquaintances...... That is when face book came into the conversation.  Many of us have reunited with High School classmates on Face book. Heck some of us found our first love from grade school. Mwah being one.  How fun and silly.  Back to "With Age Comes Equality!"  Actually that's it.  "With age comes equality!"  How true is that. Wait, I am not so sure I feel equal or that some of them are equal to me.  Seriously.  Let's get on the get real wagon here.  Some of them are smarter than I am.  I am smarter than some of them.  Some are richer, some are poorer, some are more open, some are more closed.  Some are arsholes and some are saints.
"Ain't that the way the world turns?"  Some fatter, some thinner, some taller, some shorter, some own an RV and some don't.  Some watch birds, some are stock brokers.  Yet comes the day when "most"  of us reach a time when we respect the birdwatchers, the brokers, the retired from whatever, the dead, the saints, and the arsholes.  As long as the arsholes evolved that is.  I have certainly met at least one I deleted from good "old equality face book!"  Then there is politics.  Don't even go there. That is one place where Age does not equal equality. Therefore we wont go there!   Oops gotta go, the Mentalist is on...  Just know that the older you get the wiser you are and the more forgiving. If not "go away" you arshole cause you aren't here to offer one darn thing. Sorta kidding. Wait, I just realized what it is.  It's WRINKLES!  Yup, wrinkles seem to bring all classes of folk together.  Wrinkles are what help most evolve if they hadn't already.  You see, rich people, poor, mean people, fat or thin, no matter the profession, wrinkles speak louder than the brain waves.  Imagine that? Wrinkles are the answer.  For once they equal something good! So until next time, Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and Get Rich for your next class reunion or face lift so you can escape evolving.
photo from www.principlespage.com

A Visit From the Beyond.....by Diane Ogden

I was standing in my kitchen when simultaneously three things occurred.  My 6 lb. dog stood on her hind legs scratching at my leg which is always a sign she is frightened and means, please pick me up! The cat was making chirping sounds, and I could hear a faint yet vigorous flapping sound above my head.  I looked up and there was a frantic large beautiful brown and orange butterfly in my kitchen thinking the florescent light was its way to freedom.  I quickly shut of the light, closed all doors to other lights, closed the blinds and opened the apartment portable screen door from Carol Wright Gifts (you know that cheap catalog that comes in the mail with all sorts of weird gadgets).  It is very strange how Mr. Butte R Fly got in, in the first place.  I had the screen propped open at the bottom about 12 inches for the cats to come and go.  (It a flexible screen door)  Mr. Butte R Fly had to swoop down very very low to even get in. 
After closing all other light sources off,  he flew directly toward the light of the door but not without interruption.  Devil cat "LuLuBelle" was close on his tail!  He made it to the mini blinds and somehow got behind them with Devil cat in pursuit all the time I am thinking I will be purchasing a new 7 foot metal mini blind.  And I thought I might be finding the frail Lil carcass of Mr. Butte R Fly on the floor.  Devil cat gave up.  I slowly meandered toward what I figured would be a death scene but no death anywhere.  The pretty fellow made it back out into the light and life he was born into. 
I thought about what had just happened and wrote my mentor friend to tell her how strange it seemed to me.  I have never had a butterfly come into my home ever.  She emailed me back with one simple line....  "I bet it was George!"   I have to tell you I totally freaked out.  You see George was her husband and he passed away a few weeks ago.  He had a terrible cancer and when the pain got so bad God sent him a dream where he placed George in a peaceful cocoon.  George would tell his wife there was no pain in the cocoon. George would lay curled up dying in his God induced cocoon of peace for a couple weeks more before he got to go home to the light. 

Yup, that was George in my kitchen saying good bye and giving me a large dose of advice.  He told me thru Mr. Butte R. Fly that I need to get back out and live life.  That it may not be an easy road and there may be devil cats that try to chase me and kill me but I will be fine just like he was..... He showed me all I have to do it do it.   Walk it like he flew in and flew back out dodging trouble on his way.   Sometimes troubles abound in our lives and we need a sign.  I sure got a dandy one and I feel privileged God allowed George to make a giant dangerous pit stop to give me such an uplifting sign and message.  I must be important!  My friend told me she sure hoped devil cat didn't kill George because she suspects he has a few more pit stops before he's finished.
Believe this or not its the truth.  Last week my daughter saw Aunt Birdie at the window!   She died a bit back.   Be Well, Be Happy, Be Safe and doggone-it Get Rich for whatever reason you chose.  Okay so the Berdie thing was a joke......  or was it?