I took my Shabby Chic huge puff ball blanket to the Laundromat for them to clean ($10) as my washing machine is not big enough.  You see I have been waking up with cat hair in my teeth as well as stuck in other areas of my mouth. Lovely! The beautiful blanket attracts and holds the cat hair and retains it like some fat women say they retain water. I don't want to use that beautiful soft cat hair retentive blanket now that its all clean.  Also myy eyes have been itching badly lately, actually for a long time. I hope I am not allergic to cats considering even my eyelashes have a white cat hair stuck to them on occasion when I wake up. Anyway...when I got there to pick up the blanket it wasn't quite dry.....

So I am sitting outside the Laundromat waiting as they told me ten more minutes, when a clan of African people, (oh no I am not prejudice unless) come out with two months worth of laundry and attempted to put it all in a small red car held together with red duct tape. Yes indeed! It was a true Wal Mart case I was viewing 8 x 10 glossy close up.

 One of the guys throws a huge duffle bag of clothes on the back of my car! No shit.... I am eating my Milio's #12 with chips of course and about lose my food from sheer dis-belief. He must have thought the old girl was too old to care. The car I mean.

I raised my lil Samsung Galaxy 2 and snapped a photo of the bag thru my rear view mirror. Why? I don't know...maybe I felt as though I was winning that lil war.   He left it there a long time. I wanted to ....but I just couldn't do the crotchety old lady thing and get out a bitchin at him. Know what I mean?

You see earlier...... 

I was at Milio's and I had two bags from TJMAXX hanging on my right forearm, a purse and another bag hanging on the other arm. And a Cape Coat on. Hard to do anything with a Cape on. I needed napkins so I reached for the napkin holder with my right hand (try picturing this) which

was not able to reach far as the bags and Cape Coat were holding my hand back. I stretched as far as I could and caught the napkin holder with my finger and p u l l e d it toward me which in turn knocked a stack of paper cups onto the dirty floor. That is when one YOUNG girl made a disgusting sound from her vocal cords which seemed to be understood  like some sort of sign/sound language by  the manager who then came over and picked up the napkin holder and SLAMMED it down CLOSER to me saying, "WHY DON'T YOU LET SOMEONE HELP YOU MAAM!" I said in my mind.... Hello asshole manager lady who spoke to me like I was elderly and incapable. When she realized her tone was not nice she tried to make up for it. I never said boo. Lately I am noticing how different I am starting to be treated. Yes like I am old. I left there feeling really crumby. Actually talking to myself (like the elderly do) all the way to my car. LMAO as I type this.

Sooo I had a great day

Woke up to doggie diarrhea too. That was special...

BUT....I'm good.  So you be good too, and be well, be happy, be safe, (no shootin African's, or Asian's, or Indian's, or White's) at the laundromat when they simply throw duffle bags on the trunk of your private personal vehicle) I mean walk on me, I'll lay down and you can put stiletto's on and walk on me!  NOT!  And get rich in case you accidentally do shoot 'em so you can get out of it!

Just Kidding sorta, Nite 

Cleopatra Lives...... by Diane Ogden

 I bet you guessed it already. This is Cleopatra.  And she is alive because of mwah.  Hey, its good KARMA.  Keeps the bad ones outta my bed get it?  No not men, icky black hairy critters.... yes I
know some men are exactly like that and I have known my share.  BUT....Cant write that book unless
my whole family gets swallowed up all at once by a tsunami and we don't live by the watta!  What does that tell your imagination mind. That book is somewhere in the cells of me brain and wont be going anywhere else. Unless I get mad at all of them and that is a sincere possibility.  So sit tight cause that would be a hellova book indeed.  Back to my point.  KARMA.  This is a "Daddy Long Legs,"  not the silent comedy-drama starring Mary Pickford. Not  the musical starring Fred Astaire, Not the thoroughbred racehorse either, nope this is her majesty Cleopatra....and she lives on week after week behind a beautiful stainless steel recycle bin at a clients home.  Shhh I don't want them to know because I like them too.  And she isn't hurting anyone.  In fact I Googled Daddy Long Legs to check on it.  They do carry venom but they do not express it on humans like we express ourselves onto them. SQUISH like shit! Bad KARMA man.  If I thought it would harm my clients I would suck leo up into the vacuum and empty it outside in the trash receptacle and let it work on livin!  But really these lil guys and gals don't hurt anyone so I let them live.  Cleopatra lives on until either they find her and whack her out, or one of the dogs gets her, or she climbs into the safe trash for food and oops, it gets taken out as she does....  heck maybe she'll make it to the dump site and finally be in her real heaven.  I believe we are all one, big and little (Cleopatra included) unless danger abounds and then it is him or I.  That be a diff story.  Then I snuff em out just like war.  Suppose I should have taken her outside but dadgum its cold out there.  I once had a client (its an old blogpost) who trapped a mouse in the house, drove it to a park, and let it go.  They were two psychologists...go figure huh?  They told me they kept getting collect calls from the park..."Come get me, the snow is too deep and I'm hungry." I laughed.
Of course you and I don't believe that but what a funny from a shrinko huh?  So until I find and save another critter, or get spooked by another black cat.........be safe, be happy, and be well because its now very cold in Wisconsin. And ............(get rich so you can start a save the spider farm..)  DUH jut kidding....I do kill them all the time but not Cleopatra cause she is one of those long legged safe ones.

eeww, eeewww...I was scared "It" was going to jump on me when I was photographing it....then I remembered daddy long legs aren't jumpers....Lucky for you Cleopatra

Good Luck?......by Diane Ogden

 This is what came to greet me today as I was leaving a clients home.  The day after Halloween no less.  Her name is Aretha Franklin and she is prowlin if you cant tell.  As well as not allowing me to leave for sure.  I would not say she has a welcoming face or for that matter a welcoming demeanor either.  I stood there thinking what she might be thinking.  Was she trying to communicate something to me?  Was it good?  Was it not good? (you know, evil?)  Was she just curious climbing on my hood and over the door and into the car?  Was she my Dad? (I know I know not Dad!)  What if she wouldn't get out so I could leave? What did Aretha Franklin want with mwah?  Maybe she was just bored and I happened to be in her driveway.  Anyway I just remembered this cat (they have one other grey kitty too) and the other grey one walk to the park with the family and hang out, lay around, picnic, and so on with the mom and dad and two lil ones. I am serious...they don't run off and then they walk back home with the fam.  I have proof as I have seen the photos of them laying at the park with the fam.on facebook.  How much better can it get?  Well it could be better if Ms Franklin would mozie on out of my space so I could go home.  She did when she was darn good and ready and not before!  I didn't argue or shoo shoo her off, nope.  Any cat that walks to the park with her fam and walks back is smarter than......"other cats."  Brilliant deduction huh?  That being said, I let her do her thing and just stood there waiting for however long that took. And then I left and so did she.  I "ain't" dead so Aretha must not have carried any negs into my means of transportation. Still I "wonder" if she isn't my old dead auntie Mildred.  A normal real live real cat cannot walk to the park, stay with fam and walk home!  It must be Aunt Mildred. Now that I have solved the scared of the black cat issue, you all be safe, be well, be happy, and don't be scared of black cats.  They are merely your old aunts reincarnated and begging to still be allowed to drive past their time.  Cant cha tell?

People are RUDE/People are KIND? .....by Diane Ogden

I am for the most part a very positive person.  Not all the time but I try more than hard to pull it off as much as this human can humanely do so.  Yet as I am in the public every day and driving around the city every day (by the way one of those companies that GIVE away advertising cars should call me!) what I really see most of the time is RUDE people.  Rude, crude, and nasty people.  They give me finger signs on the highway, fists, horns, shouts, pull in front of me, and make faces. In stores they butt in, run into me, steal the last piece or bag of whatever, pretend I don't exist, stare me down, and if I had my dog with me they would kick it!  Okay so maybe I overexaggerated some for effect.  Of course there are nice folks out there as well.  Just not enough.  No smiles, no one helps the little old lady across the street, or the little old man with a cane in one hand and his leaf blower in the other!  I saw him and had no place to pull over and help.  O M G ......no chit I really lost sleep over that one. He must have been 85 for the love of God or someone. 
I notice that people really don't shine until there is a tornado, a fire, a hurricane,  a flood, or any disaster. Well except for the exceptions such as EMT's and such. Maybe that is why we have disasters! To keep us humans humane.  The good book mentions that  God gives a brother for adversity.  Damn I never understood that until now.  Then again do I really understand that?
Hey listen, I could write a post saying how equally KIND people are in all my travels.  Just seems there is more Idc (I don't cares) then kind and happy people.  I smile at people everywhere and most just look at me like I have something wrong with me. Or they wonder what they missed.  I should walk around looking up at the sky and smiling. LOL. Just to see how many humans would look up and ? SMILE?  I know this isn't happy news or even that interesting but it is true. So until I come across something funny or interesting be well, be safe, be happy, and SMILE.  They say it lets your endorphins out the brain shoot.  And get rich so you can help that poor sucker standing by the stoplight holding a piece of cardboard that says, "Need Money, Homeless. Will Work."  Humm I must have eatin something sad.  Or its the FULL MOON.  I 'll be fine, I have chocolate and maybe a todie before beddie. 

Socially Awkward! ...............by Diane Ogden

Have you ever been socially awkward? Of course you have don't lie! Like the time at my graduation party I said with an empty head, "Do baby chick's nurse from their mom?" Before I got it out of my mouth I realized the brain had taken a momentary leave of absence. Then there were the times my voice went a decibel or three higher than usual and as it squeaked out something stupidly stupid the rest of me shrunk in horror saying silently to self, "What is the matter with you?"  When I was young it could have been a cute boy....  now its just stupidly random.  Someone walking into your bathroom stall and instead of walking back out they start a conversation.  To me that is socially awkward.  No that is insane. The things that come out of our mouths when this happens should be recorded for medical science or medical something.  Sometimes I say in my own defense, "I think I might need brain dye!"  Which in itself is not socially accepted.  I shouldn't be driving if I need brain dye.  I shouldn't be caring for myself or the lil zoo I got going on either.  Webster or Wiki says: Nothing about it.  Maybe I am not socially awkward as I don't fall into any of the categories listed.  I just act stupid and talk dumb and irrationally on occasion.  Be less concerned about what other people think of you. That is one of the suggestions given under Google.  Anyone or thing with a name like GOOGLE cant be right yet Google seems to have all the answers for sure.

 Use self talk to move through feeling socially awkward. In other words talk to myself and look even more foolish?  Really? 

Lighten up. Yup Google says to Lighten up Di!  Would I post a pic of myself in hot rollers that my hair dresser says will certainly be a part of my coffin should I chose a coffin which I wont, if I weren't Light in "thinking."  Humm that didn't sound right.  Next was: Learn to Relax and be kind to yourself.  Now we are getting somewhere...  I think that could be it. The Relax one.  Who can relax. I own a small business. I need major surgery. My Dad died and the whole damn family fell apart.  They tell me he was the glue.  Okay, too late, Humpty Dummie Family fell off the wall and broke.  The end.  Back to socially awkward.  I think that is the wrong phrase.  Was I socially awkward in second and third grade when we played Dodge Ball?  I was so scared of that ball.  I went to a school where they taught 0-12.  Now how'd ya like a big old guy throwing a fast ball at your ass when your  7 years old.  And it hurt I do recall.  That's just wrong on all levels. A first date, the first time going out to eat with a date.  That's just uncomfortable.  So what is that thing I do that I thought was called socially awkward?

Web definitions:

A social skill is any skill facilitating interaction and communication with others. Social rules and relations are created, communicated... en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socially_awkward.

 I think I merely have an occasional flash of non-confidence.  Say when a handsome fellow passes by or gets very close.  That is when my mouth takes off without my brain.  My bladder does that too but that's a different deal. Five children and three husbands caused that poor lil organ to rebel.  So maybe I am not socially awkward after all.  Maybe I just a shy sweet humble woman who gets a bit nervous around bullies.  See, it cant be me.  Sooo, until the next time, be safe, be well, and be happy.  And get rich so no one will care of your voice squeaks and or you say really dumb things.  As one of my sons says, I leave you with consideration and love!

 

UPDATE: Babbs Will be Singing.......by Diane Ogden

Babbette messaged me she will be singing for a fundraiser on Tuesday the 23rd of October between 10:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. Pacific Time. KMUD.org
 She said she was going to dedicate,  "I Got A Brand New Pair Of Roller Skates" to Papa Joe, my dad that is deceased and loved her singing that song to him.  And to mwha, and to her Mom who has also passed.  Glad I am still standing so I get to hear her sing again.  But I just have a hunch Papa and her Mama will be listening too!

KMUD.org  online
photo is from:  designeditor@typepad

Copps are Robbers...........by Diane Ogden

You know, Copps. Owned by Roundy's.  The place where Bob puts his picture on all the paper bags. When I look at those bags all I can "think" of, and its my opinion only....is, "Hi, I'm Mr. Important Bob and I'm here to Rob!  You! Copps Grocery Stores bought all the Pic N Save's where you don't Save anymore.  Sometimes if you spend hours on coupons and go the day they say instead of the day you say. I mean to tell you a bit of a story.  I  had to stop at Copps last night (only if I have to) because I couldnt find raw peanuts at Super Target, and Roundy's has the best Medium Cheddar Cheese anyway and I was out. They did have every diff kind of nuts but the ones I needed. Hello big boy I talked to who does ordering, didn't your Mama  teach you!A woman would have made sure to order raw peanuts. It is near Holiday Season and peanuts are important to all the little mommies and Grammies and aunties who bake.  It was getting late and the little dog was in the car waiting so I bought some crushed peanuts in bags. The kind from the plastic barrels you have to use twist tie and skew # on. These were all bagged up on a display with other bagged specialties.   No price anywhere. I get to the checkout with my two bags and find out one bag is $5.70 and the other is $6.98!!!!!! S H U T U P! Put your hands together like a fist like you are going to pray. That is how big the bag was. They were being robbers again. $6.99 a pound was the price not posted. That would have costs me $12.68 for peanuts for my ONE BATCH of cookies. Really? Copps are Robbers! Of course I put one bag back and bit the bullet on the other one so as not to have to drive cross town for raw peanuts at 8:00 p.m. on a Saturday night.  Every item, okay not every item but 90% of all items in that store are 75 cents to $1.00 more than other stores.  I do know of a couple other stores like that but their products are better.  One time I went in there and peaches were $3.45 a pound where other stores were selling them for $1.99 a pound. Funny thing is they rotted. Who in there right mind would pay that for itty bitty peaches?  This post may not be very interesting.  It would be if I had a video of me standing at that checkout when I discovered the bag of nutz was going to be $6.98!  I pitched a quiet, controlled, to the point fit.  "Get them outta here, thank you!"

Okay so I didn't say that!  I did say. "Seriously?  Really? That would be around $13.00 (I couldn't add up the total that fast in my head without using my fingers so I rounded off to the Roundy's people) That is Robbery, I said!"  Just as the big boy from Produce was checking himself out on the aisle next to me.  He probably thought what a crotchety old lady she is.  Or he knew he got caught with no jail time.  More likely the first thought. I will be buying the raw peanuts elsewhere and a new nut chopper. (No not for the big boy in produce . LOL Until next time, be safe, be happy, and be well.  Oh and get rich so you don't care what peanuts cost and so you don't feel the need to tell the world Copps are Robbers.  I cant get sued can I?  I think there's that Freedom of Speech and all unless that's been changed too.  They cant sue me!  The politicians are outlying each other right and left as I type.
Love, Love, and Later..........