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!

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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..........

Babb's Called...............by Diane Ogden

Babbette called.  She is a special person I met a few years ago through my son Chris.  My Dad, who has since passed loved her. Said my son knows how to pic a woman!  She, Babbette can sing like bird.  She sang "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates" for Dad and he went nutz with glory.  I wanted so much for her to come back and sing to him before he died but she wasnt able to.  Babbs is an intelligent gypsy.  She lives near the Redwoods in California....loves the sunsets, shaved her head to give her hair to locks of love and is now bald! But she cares not.  She has taught me more than any teacher I ever had.  Math hasn't helped me live the good life.  State History was stupid considering most of us MOVED hello! But english lit I do wish I would have paid more attention as I love to write.  I have two unpublished novels and several childrens books sitting in a drawer.  Maybe confidence is the answer. Ya think?  Attitude and confidence IS the answer.  Could you shave your head and walk around with mega confidence knowing who you are inside?  Damn right, especially if you lived in a small town in Northern Cali near the Giant Redwoods where if you merely brushed agaisnt them you would be changed.  The old "hug a tree" is small talk compared to a Redwood and its energy.  Boy would I like to be sitting at the base of a Redwood about now.  Since I am not I might go hug my slim and skinny palm tree out in the sunroom.  OMG!  Not even close, but who knows, maybe! If I were to hug any tree out in front of my apartment complex I would only have to hope no one is looking!  I have to say if I saw a woman out front hugging a tree I would ghasp and then I would quickly change that human thought and totally understand.  When Babbs came to visit once it was in the spring/summer when the birds had mated and baby birdies were being born.  Every year for 7 years the Swallows of Madison Wisco would attack, well okay, SWOOP on my dog and I every time we left he building. It was like they hated us and no one else.  Babbs said the Swallows were sending me a message so I listened and actually told them "I got  it," then right at that exact time a finch made a nest on my porch in a potted hanging plant.  No kidding, baby finches in there.  I had to water that plant very carefully so as not to water any baby finches.  I did some research and discovered (as Babbs had told me) that the finches bring peace.  They played interference between myself and the Swallows.  And by God and the Universe I have never been swooped on again since.  I am speaking the truth!  Seven years of those Swallows scaring my dog and I and Bam, DONE!  There is an old blog from about 09 regarding the Finches.  One day last week I was searching for a photo and came across a pic I took of the Father Finch. He always came to visit me when I came out onto the porch.  So I took his pic several times.  Suddenly now three years later I notice an aura around the Father Finch.  I suspect, no I know he was sent from the next world for me! 

Okay, So This is NOT Charlotte!.....by Diane Ogden

Told ya!  This is not sweet Charlotte.  I looked down and there is was by my pant leg at 2:17 p.m. this afternoon day. I instantly scooted away from Mr. S.P. Ider and ran for my camera.  Phone camera again as I left the good one in the car AGAIN!  I zoomed but I am not sure you can get a true idea of the size of this thang. Big and Bigger.  My helper said, "KILL IT!"  I said, "No way, its too big. That would be like killing a small dog and that would be bad KARMA."  She doesn't believe in such things so she again said, "Kill it!"   And again I said I couldn't do that. Oueey Gooey!  No!  I couldn't  take it outside cause I was thinking it might jump on me and then I would have to make a total scene by screaming, falling, rolling, and then jumping all the while removing all clothing until I am stark mayonnaise jiggly body naked. Not good. Especially if anyone around had a camera.  Well none of that happened and Mr. S.P. Ider ran off  very quickly to somewhere.  I only hope not to any one's bed ....eeeww, eewww.  Sorry. And I can only hope KARMA won't bring Ms. S.P. Ider to my humble abode.  So until next time be safe, be well, be happy, and get rich so you don't have to feel guilty about not removing the HUGE animal insect from someone else's home.  Maybe it was supposed to be in their path.  Ya think?  Ya, me either. 

The Lovely (for my KARMA) Toaster Lamp.................by Diane Ogden

First of all I do not wish to ever hurt any one's feelings by posting a photo I have taken of their lovely property..  But Yet.....there is free speech and this one really calls for it ya know??  Come on.....a toaster lamp?  Really?  It is the ugliest or one of the ugliest items I have ever found myself to come into contact with.  Even though I have  a magnet on my fridge that says to respect every ones path in this Universe and I try to.  I respect this persons path.  I just think this lamp that is in their path with them is awful and unbecoming. It even says SUNBEAM on the side.  Dread full piece of history with milk glass accentuating its glistening glory.  Ghastly is all I can say. A toilet in some ones front yard full of flowers is better.  Only thing worse is a yard full of ceramic gremlins and other little critters with little Christmas lites strung around each and hanging this and that's.  Oh God save me. But then if that makes them happy you go people!  Me, I use those things to threaten my children.  I say:  Do as I say or I will put 200 Ty Piggy's the back window of my Buick!  Or do as I say or I will put Christmas lites on the grill of my Buick as well as buy and install a car horn that plays Here Comes Santa Claus and drive by your house playing it for your neighbors!  Might even pass by your work place....  Just Kidding!  Maybe! I actually have a bit more class in the ass than that.  Ya think?  Not sure huh?  Me either and who really cares?  I Do! I Do!  I just cant help but write the sillies.  Must be one of those days where the sky meets the horizon or the numbers say "its your day" to say whatever you want.  That would take too long. Soooo....be happy,be safe, be well, and get rich so you can buy a real lamp and not have to pretend your a hippie so you can have a this lamp by your bed so you can read "good books?"  Oh, and dream of toast!!  God I hope this person NEVER reads this because they are most likely the ONLY people who own an empty toaster cover lamp.