Facebook....................by Diane Ogden

I wish I would have come up with the idea of face-book.

 


  That doesn't mean I don't enjoy facebook.  Because I do, most of the time. 

And I try not to criticize or unfriend anyone, although I have unfriended a few political nuts and a couple smart donkeys (butts).  There are the Grandma's who post sappy sayings 24/7 about Grandmothers and mothers.  The town crier who tells us  what the police scanner in her kitchen is saying all day and all night, as well as weather reports, and traffic accidents.

 The recipes that if truly eaten and not copy/ pasted are heart attacks on paper.  Cheeses, pasta, more cheese, bacon, all on top of potatoes.  Deserts after deserts after more deserts.  Babies, more sayings, more political hate.  I do love the video's of Veterans coming home to their happy pets!  OMG that is a "clean the body out cry" for sure!  Hate the sad beaten dog stories....... So why do I like facebook?    Idk either.  I like the connections with people from my grade school in Wisconsin, people from my Jr. High in Austin, Texas, people from my H.S. back in Wisconsin.... my clients, and a few of my relatives.  Plus I get to see all their friends and family if I chose to.  It creates a large circle of good.  I just kick out the cheese dogs and smart butts and human police ban radio announcer wannabee's.  Oh wait, I forgot the one that tells us when they wake up and how they feel, what they are cooking for dinner every Tuesday!  Corn, Mashed Potatoes, and burgers. I have read it so many times I got it now, it's mine. I even feel like I have eaten it too.  Then there are the people that need prayer which I offer up.  The photos of the children and adults that have beat cancer!  Those are great also.  I hit LIKE quite a bit because LIKE is a good positive word and I mean it when I click it.  Lest I forget the ones that ask me to re-post for an hour if I am a true friend.  OMG Stop that!  I do share from a site called Amazing Things of the World.  Amazing indeed.  And I share some photos of my dog and cat.  Sounds boring huh?  Well it really isn't because if I post a pic it is usually a dandy.  My dog in a stroller going for a walk or my cat Bob getting a rabies shot I really didn't want him to have as they cause tumors and he is an indoor cat... I like posting funny things mostly.  Sometimes a serious saying but not too often.  I also comment on others photos.  That can be disastrous so I am rather careful or so I think.  I can make appointments with my hairdresser on facebook.  I can get referrals from others on just about anything.  I love to see wedding photos, vacation photos, parties, birds, and all other happiness. Why people even post their home remodels from start to finish.  Its great. Except the bullies and the ones that call others a hoe. (sp) Makes a person feel a part of it.  Shared in. No not the "hoe" part, all the good posts. ha.  I inserted the bullies and hoe line as an afterthought and forgot what came after it....  I will leave it at that.  Nothing was funny enough to write about today so you get facebook, fiasco or fun?  I chose fun Fred.  (Fred is my fictitious imaginary friend I talk to when no one else is around.  P.S. Fred has a partner named Frieda too.   Another afterthought....  
I decided to post some pictures of myself like they do on facebook.  Only these are from the way back whens!  Oh and I had Tenderloin and cottage cheese for dinner, and there is a wreck on the beltline so take the west route, and your nobody unless your a grandmother, and Pray for everybody and everything, and my arm and leg hurts, and my neighbor is a hoe! And it might rain. EEwww, I think I need to defriend a few !!  Just kidding.  Have to get laughs from somewhere! 

 

                                                    OKAY that one is too funny!!

I couldn't just post the ugly ones!!

 

Playing Dressup with my friends wig back in the urban cowboy days late 90's

                                                                        2000

ONE MORE for the road Fred!... Except I cant find one for present time.  O well.... Later's...

 

 

                                                                        2011-2013

 

 

Smokin' Dope, The Neighbors Are!..................by Diane Ogden

Okay so the other morning I was preparing my God Bless-ed lunch for the work day, in my kitchen, under my ceiling vent, when I smelled something I had smelled at some point in my life or previous life before.  I swayed back and forth trying to find where the familiar odor was coming from, all the while trying to decipher how I even  recognized "it."   That is when out of the blue (must mean out yonder way) the answer came riveting into my brain cells among other cells.  That smell was Mara-ji-Juana! The WEED. How did I know this?  Because I am a BABY BOOMER (hello)  Okay so I toted a few times way backa when and all it did was make me sleep.   Except one time I laughed till it hurt everywh

ere.  And maybe another time I ate everything in site for an hour.... and maybe another time...
Given those cute small confessions I need to tell you, OMG I liked the smell of that familiar OLD relaxing odor that helps chemo patients stop peucking.  Helps patients in pain sleep.  Helps relieve so many medical problems for so many....and there it was coming thru my ceiling vent.  OMG how I wished I could bottle it as many others do.  I do wonder who is stopping the flow of this medicinal marijuana that could help so many.  And me too.  Heck I slept like baby that night and to think I was afraid the new moving in neighbors would keep me awake stomping around and around and around and.....oh oh more fumes....here we go again!  Just kidding!  Gawd......  Or not. 
Hey, U.S. imports pharmaceuticals from China with ass-phalt filters and dog food from China killing our animals, so big companies can make major profits off death and deceit and CEO's can pull off million dollar bonus's.  Oh dear I better not write this or I may not get that promotion, or I may get killed as some have .    All because I spoke the freedom of speech I am NOT entitled to anymore.  Guess I  just had a bad day huh?  Or is this real?  Or maybe I stood too long in my kitchen and got all drugged up from the ceiling vent.  Yup that has to be it....  DUH NOT!    (okay so I got a lil sniff) Its been provin it helps glaucoma patients too.  That is a good thing I would have to say.   So try not o judge me for "thinking" it is an erb that should be used to help people.   The vent just reminded me.  And who knows, they may have been cooking with a different erb that just reminded me of "the old days."  
P.S. I do not indulge in illegal anything.  Sometimes a certain odor brings back good and or bad memories!  So I made some jokes regarding one of mine.    Later's..... 

Nurses Concussion.................by Diane Ogden

Today was amazing.  Last night even better considering I did not sleep on wink!  I got to watch every infomercial on TV until three a.m. at which time I got to enjoy (not) Diane Garcia and what's his name give news to insomniacs all over the country for an hour or so.  My alarm went off at 5:45 at which time I did not want to get up.  Why?  I finally got sleepy!  Too late.  I ran around getting dressed, taking the dog out, grabbing some cottage cheese and  peaches and out the door to my 7:30 a.m. vascular leg ultrasound.  I showed up at 7:15.  No desks open yet.  So I found the correct room and sat in the only rocker trying to stay awake.  A woman asked me my name and informed me I was not on their roster of patients.  She then looked into it further and told me I belonged across town.  And it is now heavy traffic time.  I arrived at the proper place at 8:10 a.m. at which time they said they could do ONE LEG.  The nurse came in to do the standard pre appointment meeting of questions that get asked again anyway...   We got to talking and I couldn't help but start in with my joke lines....  I just cant help it if I get an audience of at least one and there she was live and in color.  She mentioned she is from a farm and somehow I mentioned my grandmothers farm and how my grandmother always smelled like cheese! The nurse lost it, threw her head back laughing so hard she hit it on the corner of a wall joint really hard.  She is then squinting in pain holding her head with both her hands while I am trying to explain how Grandma used to have a milk separator where she separated the crème from milk and made butter too. I have said that line before and every time people crack up but no one ever got hurt. LOL.  Then she asked me if I was still taking the meds listed.  I saw the one anti depressant and told her NO WAY!  I took that dang pill one day last week and never again.  It hated me and I hated it and not to worry, I didn't and wont kill myself, I just cut my hair.  (Big mistake!) 

So then onto the ultrasound room.  The "ultrasounder" person was a young woman (she wasn't bald like the photo ha) who proceeded to tell me all about her latest day care problems.  I tried to stop her because I am done with those days.  Not to be mean.  Just done with the baby times.  That is when I interceded to tell her how I used the rest room before I came into her room.  That I usually always "squat" as most women do but figured it was early and no one had used it yet.  So I sat on down!
And when I stood up my tooshie was all wet with someone else's U R I N E!  How sweet-notsomuch.
Now that tech doctor is laughing and so it went on.   After the ultrasound I was placed in a room to wait for Dr. Hammasagghi.  I read the material regarding surgery for my possible condition depending up on the laughing ultrasound results.  Then I got bored and obviously I was beyond tired from no sleep so I decided to find some music on my smart phone.  I almost never listen to music on my smart phone.  I find it and begin listening to a Patti Page album at which time Dr. Hammasagghi walks in.
I got so nervous I pushed the side button which is the lite duh... Then apologized and said how I couldn't find how to shut it off.  He said it was okay.  NO IT WASN'T!  We couldn't talk over Patti Page singing Little Green Apples loudly!!   He laughed and said, "Smart Phone?"  I said, "Obviously smarter than I am!"  I told him I may have to sit on it to silence it.  Actually all I had to do was turn it down but I got so darn flustered I couldn't think of it.  Finally I held the button down until it shut off.   That is when Dr. Hammasagghi told me I needed surgery.  On both legs.  The main vein in each leg needs to be heated up and shut down.  Terrific.  That means two surgeries he said, "One leg at a time!"  Heck I am working on simply living "One day at a time!"  O'well, I we had fun anyway....from wrong clinic, to Grandma smelled like cheese, to nurse banging her head on the wall laughing, to sitting in someone else's urine, to Patti Page singing to Dr. Hammasagghi....and me forgetting how to turn my own phone off.   Now I am going to sleep and wake up laughing.  Later's.....  Be well, be safe, be happy, and get rich so you can take time off to have necessary surgeries!  Oh and people to help when its over!

Riding Dead Horses...............by Diane Ogden

So this is ME!  But I am changing it TODAY!

Great list from Daniel Gullo in agile-leaders@googlegroups.com group that i read today. I must share it

Ways to remediate failed projects (aka dead horses):

1. Change riders.
2. Appoint a committee to study the horse.
3. Arrange to visit other sites to see how they ride dead horses.
4. Increase the standards to ride dead horses.
5. Appoint a tiger team to revive the dead horse.
6. Create training to increase riding ability.
7. Change the requirements declaring that “This horse is not dead.”
8. Hire contractors to ride the dead horse.
9. Harness several dead horses together for increased speed.
10. Form a quality circle to find uses for dead horses.
11. Say this horse was procured with cost as an independent variable.
12. Promote the dead horse to a supervisory position.
13. Outsource the dead horse to a low-cost country.

I play with Numerology.  Numbers - Letters = energies.  My lifepath is a 9!  That is an exceptional number.  It tells my and anyone else who has that life path number a story.  My story is that I am a natural giver.  I have executive leadership qualities.  I am a humanitarian.  I cant let go of the past.  I may have issues with a parent or parents that abandoned me or that I felt totally responsible for....  and so on. Might I focus on the sentence that said I cant let go of the past.  Indeed.  I have tried to ride about a hundred or more dead horses in my life.  When a relationship or marriage ends I am forever trying to figure it out vs letting it go.  I am a fixer.  So there lay the dead marriage or job on the ground and I am trying to straddle it, get a leg under it and wrap myself around it like its going to get up and walk again.  Notsomuch!  Have you ever seen a dead horse laying on the ground?  How would one get one's leg under that "ton of dead."  I must think its easier to try to ride the dead horses than move on.  Obviously fear of the unknown is more fearful than laying around with dead horses. Or I may have an advanced case of over-ANALysation of issues.

I was praying last night.  I asked God for some extra wisdom.  Actually I asked for some genius mentality for a bit of time so I could figure out why I continue to ride dead horses.  And why I walk into back yards with biting dogs more than once.  Throughout life I have eyes in my donkey (ars)....I see things very clearly after they have passed.  I need to see them clearly before they enter not after.  My eyes are nearer my brain then my donkey (ars).....so what's with the backwards act?  Yes I have dyslexia.  Could that be it?  I turn right when someone says left.  I bat left handed but I am right handed?  I have to rearrange certain numbers to add them more quickly.  Yup its true. Could be a minute part of this 8 x 10 glossy.  Yet most folk get it after a couple hits. 

And as for the natural giver.....Oh yes if I am not giving I am not happy.  But I continually give to people that are unkind in return.  That has to stop also.  I have dead horses laying all around me, needy dogs biting me from their own yards that I invade to try to help. Oh duh.  These things didn't take any genius mind to figure out.  And it only took me six decades.  That dang learning curve! 

Kindness may just be weakness in this case.  Not sure on that one.  I tell people to live on the positive side of their numerical energies and here I am struggling with the negative side of my own lifepath.  I'll get it!  Cause I'm mad now.  I AM CALLING THE HORSE HEARSE!  And I found a new ride!!!   Eeee-haaw   

   Later's.....

 

How to Wash Paper Towels..............by Diane Ogden

My helper must have been thinking about laying on a beach somewhere or maybe she was not thinking today.  Or maybe I did it!  Imagine that.  At the end of every days work I launder a load of cotton towels as I did today.  A LARGE load of towels large and small.  In fact I washed them twice to make sure they were clean for tomorrow.  Then I sauntered over to the washer proudly..... considering we finished early and I had almost the entire afternoon off. Nice, until I opened the washer to find a dang mess.  Someone had mixed up the rags bag with the trash bag of paper towels.  I suspect I washed several of them little lovely paper thangs.  Photo is AFTER I shook out every and all 30 some rags.....I had paper towels pieces in my hair, shoes, pants, shirt, and tracked onto my carpet!

 

 

 

I stood there staring at the inside of that washer machiner thinking, how am I going to get all that outta there?  I started manually scraping.  Then decided I might let them dry and vacuum them out.

 

This would be the floor after shaking the rags out.   Hadn't cleaned out the washer yet.  I was having the time of my life don't cha know it? 

Now I know how to NOT wash paper towels. I hope it never happens again although it isn't the worst thing that could happen for sure.  All is good now.  I want a couple brownie's for sure.  Later's.......

 

Chasing LuLuBelle..............by Diane Ogden

Today was the day for LuluBelle to move to her new home.

 She has resided with me off and on for several years.  This past run was one year and eight months.  She isn't a trusting cat so I was never able to take her to pic her up much let crate her for a vet visit.  Although she has never been sick or even outside except the other day when she finally figure out she could jump the porch fence.  I got her back inside rather quickly though.  So no worries about catching anything.  Back to my point.
 

My daughter carried out the litter, two kitty beds, two bags of food, one gallon glass jar to mix the foods in, treats, catnip, brush, litter box, short cat tree, and some toys.  Then came time for her to pick up Lulubelle and gently put her in the carrier and take her home.  NOTSOMUCH!  (Photo is before Lulu realized what all this fuss was about!!



After about 45 minutes of chasing and hissing and water bottling as well as baby talking.  My daughter unbenounced to me asked the young couple moving in upstairs of me TODAY if he would help her.  I about fell off my mental boat/bridge etc.  So now three people are chasing this poor scared cat and the cat is winning.  When I walked back into my apartment/home all the furniture was strewn about, they had gloves on, towels in hand and the cat was still winning.  I went outside to de-stress myself.  

That is when after another twenty minutes my daughter comes walking out with LuluBelle in her carrier!  Then into the car and off to her new home.  (I am taking a deep breath as I type this) 
I said my goodbye to her and to the Grand daughter and daughter only to find out the young man that helped my daughter unbenounced to me got a serious scratch on his arm.  Once again I about fell off my emotional branch of life.   I must go tell him to doctor with Neosporin and that the cat is an indoor cat with no illness's OMG!! 

Now all I need is a loving home for Bob the "Bubby" Ogden.  I will miss him.  Just received a text photo of Lulubelle very happy in her bed on my daughter's bed.  She has waited a long time to go "home."   Happy Happy day.   So until the next fiasco, be safe, be well be happy.  LuLuBelle is!  As I am!  After today I could go for a good cigar about now.  But then I would just throw up.  Quit the smoking deal ten years ago come July 31st. 

Heil Zum Sieg........................by Diane Ogden

Today was a quiet day.  Cold as the dickens whatever the dickens means..... here in Wisconsin you never know what the next week might bring and so it is, today is was in the 50's overnight and the high was something like 62 degrees.  IN JULY!   I took Gracie dog to the Pet store for an outing as well as I needed kitty litter and some cat food that costs nearly a big bill.  No not $100 but it rang up at $70 with a $5 discount from one of the little cards you can keep on your key chain or until you get so many you just give your phone number to everybody and anybody at all checkouts.  Jeez I thought.  For litter, two bags of food, three small cartons of cat milk, catnip, two small treat bags....$70.00.....robbery I say. 

Then on the way home I decided to stop at a garage sale that wasn't in the garage but out in the cold Wisconsin air.  I didn't find much of anything except a small brass worn match box holder.  It said something German on it with a price of $2.00 so I bit and bought.  And low and behold......got home and went to see if I could find it on the Internet which I did for the most part.  I found some similar ones anyway.  Some on EBay ranged from $8.00 to $295.00.  Then I decided to see what the German words printed on it meant.  "Heil zum Sieg." 

I am from German descent and should have been able to tell what that mean just by saying it a couple times.  Heil zum Sieg.....Hail to Victory!  Hitlers insisted upon phrase to be said at all public gatherings while he persecuted millions.  I cant believe I bought that dang thing.   But then I suppose if I didn't associate it with Hitler I could consider it a good find.  We could all use a Hail to Victory every day of our lives.   Yeah, well I cant not ass-o-ciate it with donkey Hitler so I will continue to find if it has any value.  It has a name under the photo of the man who doesn't appear to be Hitler on the face of it.  I tried to get a photo of it but you must look carefully.  Used the computer camera whereas should have pulled out the canon I suppose.  Laters............